Rita and Ron

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS -If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

Rita and Ron

Chapter 6

Ron sat in a chair by the bed watching Rita sleep. Last night he had fulfilled a couple of his fantasies at Rita's expense. She was tossing and turning in her sleep, exposing and covering her gorgeous form, all while moaning and whimpering. He could tell she was reliving her time on the stage, bound while convulsing in orgasmic bliss, then being molested and fucked by the man who said he loved her.

Remembering her hanging bound from the top of the stripper pole made him hard even thinking about it. But when he remembered her beautiful, lithe body and taut muscles convulsing in climatic rapture he almost spewed his seed. Rita did things to him no other woman had ever done. She captivated him, kept him mesmerized and left his normally immovable and wilful persona searching for ways to show her his love.

He loved her innocent beauty, and how she gave herself freely to him. She seemed to want him to take her, use her and coax passion from her anyway he could. He loved that about her and the way she gave into her wildly exuberant passion. When she was with him there seemed to be no boundaries and no limitations to what she would do.

She was the ultimate submissive and the perfect woman for him. But did he go to far last night and has he gone past her confines. Her twisting and squirming in the bed coupled with the painful expressions on her face made him wonder if he had gone to far. Had he gone to far last night and lost his normally stoic control, yes, he felt as if he had gone to far.

Her innocent to do anything for her master persona, gave him the permission to do whatever he wanted, but that was not what he promised her. He promised to take care of her and help her become what she wanted to be, but instead he was becoming just another master that uses her. Granted he was not a brutal thug like her last master and never beat her or inflicted pain, but was he just using her?

As he watched her squirm, wrapping herself in the sheets of the bed, he made a promise to send her to finish her university studies. She had already proven that she was very smart, had a talent for languages and math and he needed to help her find her place in the world. But he also knew that he was addicted to her wild fiery passion. He had to help her grow but just watching her wriggle made him horny. She was his perfect mate, and he could never give her up.

Ron stripped off his robe and crawled naked into bed with his sexy sub. As he wrapped her in his arms her restlessness stopped, and she snuggled into his grasp. Rita pressed her back tightly against his chest and her tight sexy ass against his hard cock. He could feel her mind and body relax into his and he knew that her agitation was because he was not with her. With his one action Ron knew that Rita loved him, wanted nothing more than to be his sub and have him take care of her.

Ron pulled her tight against him, pushed his face into her hair and his cock between her ass cheeks. His hands wandered over her delicious skin, taut belly and full perfect breasts. Rita moaned softly as he snuggled her into his body and as much as Ron's steely cock wanted to make love to her, he tried drifting off to sleep, with his perfect woman in his arms. But she had other plans.

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Rita had been having an erotic dream about Ron selling her. She dreamt that Ron snapping the leash on her collar sent excited thrills through Rita's body and goosebumps erupted over her naked flesh. He had taken her to a mall to show off her deliciously naked body. Her knees trembled and Ron put his arm around her waist to support her, lest she fall. As they continued their walk a gentleman in an expensive suit walked up to Ron and asked, "Is she for sale?"

Rita had never even thought of Ron selling her, although she had fantasies of being in a slave auction. She swivelled her head and looked at her master and he was in turn looking at her. Rita looked deep into his eyes and saw that the idea had not occurred to him, until now. There was an interest in his eyes, but she could see that it was only a test of her devotion to her master. He wanted her for himself and had no desire to sell her.

Ron stared into Rita's eyes wondering what she thought of being sold as a slave. He knew she had been traded and sold before but did she want a new master. She had told him of her auction fantasies, but he knew she really just wanted the exposure, and not a new master. Now that the offer was on the table, he saw excitement mixed with anxiety and maybe a little fear. She was his sub, and he really didn't want to sell her, at any price. However, an auction for some titillation might be something worth thinking about.

He had planned on exposing her in a clothing store and using her as a live mannequin, dressing and undressing her in front of the crowd. Now this idea had presented a new option. As the question went unanswered, Rita became more apprehensive and kept searching Ron's eyes for a clue as to what he was thinking.

With the long-drawn-out non-answer, the gentleman in the suit compromised, "How about an auction to see who could strip her and maybe even cop a feel?"

Ron finally responded, "My sub has an auction fantasy and an auction here in the mall would be great, but I need to think about what we are auctioning. She is my sub and I'm not ready or even willing to sell her, but I'm sure we can think of something."

Rita felt tremors of excitement rush through her. One of her fantasies was going to come true, but there was also apprehension in her quivers. What was going to happen to her and what was the prize going to be? Well, she knew that she was the prize, but what did it involve? Would her master give her away or would he just let someone touch her?

Ron pulled on the leash and Rita followed him to a secluded corner where they could talk. He looked her in her excited eyes, knew she wanted this and asked, "What would you like to be the winner's prize?"

Rita shivered at the thought of having someone else touch her, but there was a thrill at the thought. If she was auctioned to another master, the only master and real lover she ever wanted was Ron and that was less than a month old. The thought of being bought and being touched by someone else began to have some appeal with her nipples aching and pussy gushing. The guy in the suit was handsome and obviously very rich. His face was hard and demanding, yet still kind and the way he looked at her made her womb churn in an anticipation of what was to come.

Rita had made her decision, the field trip was a wild adventure, why not more thrills. She looked at Ron and responded, "Whatever my master desires. I am yours to give as a prize or keep. It's up to you, my master, but master I love you."

Ron looked at her amazed at how far she had come in such a short period of time. She was his to give away or keep and that choice could be great for them or a problem. It all depended on what he decided. This could be good or disastrous to his sub. Watching her come alive was intoxicating and he wanted more.

Ron snapped the leash taut and ordered, "Stand up straight, shoulders back, head up, tummy in and hips sexy. Make your master proud and remember everything you do reflects on me."

Rita smiled and inside she was awash in anticipation and excitement. She didn't know what was coming, but she wanted it, whatever it was, she was ready. She stood straight, tightened her stomach muscles, pulled her shoulders back with her breasts lifting her straining nipples into a petulant display. A glance down revealed her brazenly exposed nipples and her breath caught in an excited gasp.

With an exaggerated swing of her hips, she began walking. Her breasts would swing in time with her saucy, hip swinging walk revealing her entire breasts and the muscles in her belly rippled in her sexy slave walk. She could barely breathe with the wanton and brazen slave walk showing everyone what she had, as her hips thrust, and breasts swayed.

Rita felt her insides tumbling with erotic need, while she tried to maintain proper slave demeanour on the outside. As the leash snapped, she felt hundreds of eyes caressing, or licking the naked parts of her body. Her eyes clouded over with lustful craving, her blatantly exposed nipples were achingly engorged, and her pussy was drenched in her nectar.

She could smell her scent and knew everyone else could too. This knowledge only made her pussy generate more of her scent and filled her with carnal, wanton desire. This slave walk was more exciting than any of her fantasies. The leash let everyone know she was Ron's sexy slave girl, and everyone knew she was going to put on a show in a few moments. As the anticipation built, her legs trembled even more and a couple of times she stumbled.

Ron watched the effect this slave walk was having on Rita, and he was pleased. Her exposed nipples looked as if they were ready to burst, the muscles in her torso shuddered excitedly and her scent permeated everything around them. Her breathing was in excited gasping heaves that only added to the seductive sway of her breasts. But her eyes were clouded in a lustful fog and Ron knew that if he touched her clit, she would orgasm immediately. She was excited beyond anything he had ever expected.

The crowd following Rita's walk grew to immense proportions, but the man that started this was right next to Rita. His eyes roamed over her body with lustful intent and his hands kept rubbing his pants to keep from caressing this tempting vision next to him. Rita felt his eyes and hands near her, and his desire flowed into her already needful form. As his eyes tweaked her nipples, she saw his tongue lick his lips. Once again, her legs trembled, and she stumbled as she could almost feel his lips nibbling her nipples.

She had almost forgotten Ron was holding her leash with this man's lustful desire washing over her. She could sense that he didn't want to just fuck her, he wanted to drive her insane with lustful craving and give her rapture she had never experienced before. His desires were palatable, filling the space between them. She could feel he filled out his suit in a powerful way, but it was his eyes that told her he was used to getting what he wanted. Right now, his roving eyes told her that he wanted to spend time exploring every nook and cranny of her gorgeous, delicious body. His demanding eyes told her that he would take her however he wanted, but she would be the ultimate recipient.

With her master on one side, a fierce dominate on the other side and a crowd following, Rita was buffered with lustful desires enveloping her. It seeped into every pore of her skin, filling her with everyone's passion for her mostly naked form. Her mind was lost in a whirlwind of carnal emotions while her body quivered in desperate need of release. Rita had never felt the wild desires that she felt coursing through her, and they were getting stronger by the second. Her mind was captured by her body's needs, and she couldn't rid herself of the overwhelming wanton desires, nor did she even want to. She wanted nothing more than to let these men compete for who could give her the most bliss while the crowd watched.

She lost track of where Ron was leading her and only noticed when Ron tugged on her leash and made her stop; they were in a lingerie store. Ron had stopped her in front of a six-foot-high clothes rack. Rita looked at him with lust clouded eyes and wondered what was next. He turned her back towards him and untied her hands, but quickly raised her arms and tied her wrists to the edges of the overhead clothes bar. Her arms were stretched wide, and her entire naked form was on display stretched within the limits of the clothes rack.

Rita looked down seeing her body exposed even more and quivered in excitement. She saw that the nipples on her breasts were fully engorged, and all of her breasts were totally exposed. The long expanse of naked flesh from her breasts down her exposed ribs, flat muscled abs, tiny waist to her succulent hips clinched in exhilaration. Whatever came next, she was ready, willing and desperate to experience it.

Rita shivered as she watched the crowd gather in front of her and then Ron grabbed her right foot, stretched it to the edge of the clothes rack and tied it to the bottom edge of the rack. He repeated the motion with her left foot, and quickly she was spread wide with her legs and hips totally exposed including her pussy and ass. She truly felt like a sex slave exposed to the crowd for their viewing pleasure, tied within a frame and spread into the shape of an X. There were not even any scraps of a blouse, panties or skirt that covered any part of her stunning form and all of her delicious form was naked, shivering in anticipation and exposed to the crowd's lascivious stares.

She glanced at the crowd of onlookers, and they were drooling, licking their lips, rubbing their sweating palms and ogling her exposed physique. She felt the audience pouring their lust into her. They all wanted to watch her being teased, tormented and forced to climax over and over. If she was honest she wanted that as well, but she wanted her master to do that to her, like he had done before. As much as the crowd wanted that to happen, Rita wanted it even more. Her passionate breathing shook her breasts, quivered her belly and her legs shuddered with carnal eagerness.

The stranger and Ron noted all of this with all of the micro-tremors rippling over her gorgeous form that made her the most erotic creature he had ever seen. Then they looked at her face. Her entire face told them that she was on the edge and with one touch her body would detonate in a massive orgasm. Her eyes were wild with passionate craving, her mouth was wide open with her heavy breathing. She licked her dry lips erotically, whimpered with desire and shook her head from side to side. Ron had never seen her this turned-on or this wildly sexual, except at the strip club and her look kept shifting to the handsome man in the suit.

Ron reached up and gently caressed her face, letting her know that he was protecting her. He trailed his hand down her neck softly, caressing her skin before continuing between her heaving breasts. Her hips began to swivel as his hands stroked her surging belly and continued over her naked hips. Rita moaned softly, begging him to take her here and now, summing it up in one desperate word, "Please!"

Ron leaned in to give her a soft kiss, but the minute his lips touched hers, she attacked his mouth in a ferocious kiss that left him breathless. As Ron backed away, the dominate stranger spoke up, "Ten thousand dollars if I can taste her and give her some orgasmic relief. One hundred thousand dollars if she will be my slave for the weekend!"

The entire crowd hushed listening to the handsome stranger attempting to buy this gorgeous woman. Rita felt tremors deep in inside her womb, as his fantasy fulfilling bid created an earthquake that shook her knees. She wanted nothing more than her master, but no one had ever projected this kind of dominance, this was a totally different kind power.

The stranger's eyes kept sweeping over Rita's bound form with his eye caresses ratcheting up the needy desire building inside her. The stranger could have any woman he wanted, but no one had ever peaked his desire like this lithe, innocent gorgeous woman. Something about her pulled at his heart, mind and libido. He had to have her, taste her and watch her bound form convulse in orgasmic rapture. Already her body's rippling micro tremors had seized him, and he desperately wanted her.

Rita felt flush all over with her nipples aching, pussy wet and throbbing and with her stomach full of butterflies. She had forgotten about Ron and deliriously wanted the stranger to take her and fulfill everything his eyes promised. Her mind couldn't control her body and it seemed to have its own needs and wants. She shivered as she tried to understand this new wonderful feeling, but despite her fear, she wanted more. Being bound within the clothes rack, almost naked and being auctioned to a stranger built a powerful needy inferno inside her. She moaned and wiggled trying to entice the stranger to do whatever he wanted, because she wanted to feel him touching her.

Ron was taken aback and was silent for a moment and then capitulated, "We came here to auction this slave girl and we have our first bid. We will take the bids one at a time, so is there anyone else that would like to bid on stripping her here and now?"

The crowd was silent, and no one spoke up. Ron looked around and everyone was waiting for the stranger to get started. Rita was holding her breath as she stared at the man that was ready to give her what she wanted. Reluctantly Ron finally spoke up, "Sold to the man in the suit. Do you have the payment with you?"

The stranger walked up to Rita and ran his fingers seductively up her quivering abdomen until he reached her breasts and then pulled away. Rita let out the breath she was holding in a needy moan, and everyone could see the goosebumps ripple across her torso. She looked at the stranger with desperate passion glowing in her eyes and whimpered with desire.

His plan was to put any monies collected into an account for Rita. The man in the suit pulled out a checkbook, scribbled out a check and handed it to Ron, then turned to Rita. To his eye, she was the perfect submissive, exhibitionist and a stunning beauty with a body that would stop traffic. The tremors in her body and the fiery need in her eyes told him she wanted him to conquer her, tame her and do whatever he wanted with her.

From the moment her saw her incredibly gorgeous body, The man in the suit felt a thickening in his crotch. But when he saw her hands tied behind her back with her collar and leash, he began fixating on her. A stunning submissive had always been his dream and here she was in front of him. The stunned look on Ron's face and the dreamy look in Rita's eyes grabbed his heart as he asked if she was for sale. With that one look, the man in the suit and Rita were bound in a fantasy both craved. She would be his, no matter what the cost.

He followed next to her as they walked down the mall. The crowd following them and even the man holding HIS sub's leash faded from his thoughts. The desperate look of surrender she gave him only served to make him want her more. Her seductive walk, the leash and her look of abandonment filled his mind, his heart and soul. As she walked, she would glance at him and each time her sensuous form took on an air of bewitching yet yielding compliance.

She felt shy and compliant that left her in unfamiliar territory. She had always dreamed of a man like this, one that would let her soar and explore her femininity while controlling her boundaries. His hands, lips, body and mostly his eyes held the promise that she had always dreamed of, but he scared her. Rita shivered staring into his eyes suddenly feeling very timid and embarrassed. Who was this man and what power did he have over her?

The moment the man in the suit turned his attention to her, Rita was overwhelmed by his dominating presence. Everything around her faded away, the crowd, Ron, the fact that she was almost naked in a public store, the only thing that mattered was the man in the suit. He dominated her vision, her thoughts, her desires and her body's needs and she wanted to be taken by him more than anything else in her life. Rita felt flush all over with her nipples aching, pussy wet and throbbing with her stomach full of butterflies. Her mind couldn't control her body and it seemed to have its own needs and wants with everything revolving around The man in the suit.