The Awaening of a Slut

Jean sat at the kitchen table naked, her new dress code when home with Hank, eating her toast and drinking her coffee as Hank sat across from her drinking his coffee and reading through the morning's news stories on his laptop. Hank looked at her occasionally out of the corner of his eye to see how she was doing. They hadn't spoken of the previous night's gangbang since waking. Hank finished reading an article on China and looked at Jean over his laptop. "So talk to me babe! Did you enjoy last night?"

Jean smiled as she took another bite from her toast. She knew since waking that Hank was dying to know her reaction to last night. She thought she'd make him work for whatever information he wanted from her.

Hank saw the faint smile on her face and knew exactly what game she was playing. He couldn't help but laugh. "You bitch! You've been playing me since you got up, haven't you?"

Jean giggled as she took a sip from her coffee. "Uh-huh! I was wondering how long it would take you to ask."

"You bitch! So . . .?"

"I enjoyed last night very much. I've never been taken that hard or long before. It was unlike anything I've ever experienced before."

"Something you want to do again?" Hank asked.

Jean smiled again. "Sometime! In time! Maybe!"

"Did anyone hurt you?" The concern in Hank's question was genuine, and Jean knew it.

"The only thing that hurt was the first time Jerry took my ass. He wasn't very gentle or slow." Jean's ass tingled as she thought about the first time Jerry buried his cock in her ass. It bordered on being almost brutal. But she had quickly adapted. After he stretched her ass and then emptied his load inside her, each guy who took his turn in her ass she found much more enjoyable. Although Leon's massive black cock stretched her a little more when he took his turn. She could still feel their combined juices inside her gut. They really had made her feel like a fuck-doll, and she loved it.

"Yeah, I knew that might happen. Jerry's a good guy. He just loses all self-control when it comes to a bitch's ass. He loves taking ass."

"Well he did a good job of taking mine!"

"Yep! That's Jerry! I'll talk to him if we do that again." Hank said protectively. "Any plans for the day?"

Jean sat and thought for a few seconds. "I was thinking of doing a little shopping and get a few things to start fixing up this place."

Hank looked at her with a mocked shock on his face. "And what the hell is wrong with this place the way it is?"

Jean giggled again. She hadn't laughed as much as she had with Hank in years. "Not a thing if you like living in a cave." Jean got up to start cleaning off the breakfast table. Hank grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her around the table. He pushed his chair away from the table and then pulled Jean over his lap. "What's this for?" Jean mildly protested as she lowered herself into position laying across his lap.

Hank admired her upturned ass and her hanging tits as he pushed her down, holding her head by her hair. "Since when do I need a reason to spank my bitch? But if you have to have a reason, let's just say it's for you being a conniving bitch this morning and for calling this place a cave. If that makes you feel better." His hand came down hard on her ass filling the room with the sound of the first smack. Jean's body jumped as a reflex to the stinging pain.

Jean grunted at the initial stinging pain, but then couldn't help but giggle as she pictured herself draped over Hank's lap being treated like a naughty child. The thought of being taken so hard and roughly at first was repulsive to her. But as Hank took her and pushed her body and mind sexually, that which she had originally disliked slowly evolved into a liking, which was now a craving within her. With each swat of Hank's hand on her ass Jean's grunts slowly became a moan.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ooohhh please don't!" she moaned.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Please don't what bitch?" Hank taunted her as he continued to assault her ass.

"OOOHHH! Please don't do this to me again!! Didn't you get enough last night?!" she whimpered as her body was driven once again.

Hank chuckled. "I'll never get enough of you or your body bitch! Just deal with it! Accept it bitch! You belong to me now! I'll do what I damn well please with you!" SMACK! SMACK!

Hank felt the tension in her body drain from her as she lay across his legs. What little fight and resistance she had remaining in her was gone. When he had turned her over his knee, it was only intended to be a playful gesture between them. What he failed to see was the frame of mind Jean was in as a result of the previous nights gangbang. She had been taken and used by a group of men that she had freely given herself to physically. But it was through that physical experience that a psychological barrier had been broken down. As the evening wore on and her body was filled with one cock after another, it became clear to Jean that she truly and completely belonged to Hank. Her own self-identity became lost to this man who possessed her in a way that she hadn't known was possible. Now his spanking her ass, as he was, only served to solidify her complete submission to him.

He stopped spanking and listened to her sobbing softly as she lay limp over his legs. Hank began to gently stroke her ass sliding his fingers in the crack of her ass and down the valley between her legs. Jean's sobs turned into moans when his fingers came into contact with her swollen cunt lips. His fingers stroked the length of her slit softly. The heat radiating from her cunt felt like it was on fire. Hank marveled at how soaked she was. His middle finger grazed over the hardening nub of her clit, causing Jean to groan with a deepening need. "OOOOHHHHH!! Didn't you do enough to me last night?" she asked almost crying, her hair hanging in her face as Hank held her in place.

The smile on Hank's face went unseen by Jean. "No! Never! You're starting to learn what it means to belong to me. Get used to it bitch! This is your life now!" He slipped his middle finger inside her cunt and played with the walls of her pussy as Jean squirmed laying across his legs. Jean spread her legs just enough to allow Hank's hand easier access.

"Please don't stop! Don't stop!" she whimpered as her body built toward exploding. Her body had never been worked as it had just ten hours before. Now Hank was pushing her again, and creating within her a need that she was beginning to dislike even as she craved it. 'This must be what an addict struggles with,' she thought to herself as Hank played with her pussy.

"I'm not stopping bitch!" Hank slipped his index finger inside her pussy, along with his middle finger. Jean pushed back against his fingers, trying to get more of them inside her. He began to rub the outer ring of her sphincter with his thumb. Jean gasped as he slowly slid his thumb inside her ass until it was fully inserted. "Mmmmmmmmm! UGH! UGH!" she began to grunt as Hank began to finger fuck her ass and cunt simultaneously. Hank fucked her holes with a steady pace until Jean was panting from her impending orgasm. Hank pulled his fingers out of her and lifted her by her hair. Jean slid off his lap and onto the floor, on her knees, unable to stand because she was too weak. Hank then yanked her head back till she was looking up at him. "You know what to do!" he said looking down at her.

Jean untied his robe and opened it. His cock was already rock hard She opened her mouth and devoured his meat like a hungry bitch. Since he hadn't had the chance to shower yet, Jean could taste the stale sex on his meat from the night before. Hank gripped her head a little tighter than usual as it bobbed up and down on his shaft. He looked down at her as she salivated all over his cock, trying her best to give him all the pleasure she could. He pushed a strand of her hair out of her face and spoke to her. "I think it's time we take this to a whole new level. A level where my domination of you is complete and all encompassing. A domination that most people wouldn't understand or approve of. A domination that would require your complete and unquestioned submission and obedience. Do you understand what I'm talking about bitch?" Hank pulled her head off his cock so she could respond.

Jean gasped as she tried to catch her breath. "Yes! I understand!"

"You will address me as Master or Sir from this point on when we're in private! Do you understand bitch?" Hank said with all seriousness.

"Yes Master!" Jean replied without hesitation. "I understand!"

"Good bitch!" Hank smiled as he caressed the side of her face.

"Master, may I say something?" Jean asked with a submissiveness that seemed to come naturally to her.

"Of course my tender slut. What is it?"

"Master," she hesitated not knowing exactly how to say what she wanted to say. "I've wanted this since I first met you. I've wanted to give myself to you because I . . . ." she started to cry. She had never felt like she belonged anywhere or with anyone before she met Hank. She had never felt a sense of peace and security like she did with Hank. Hank made her feel secure in who she was as a woman. And with that security came a feeling of liberation she had never known before either.

Hank finished her sentence for her. "Because you trust me?"

Jean shook her head as the tears streamed down her face. "Yes!"

Hank smiled again. "Good! I'm glad you trust me! I promise I'm going to take care of all your needs and desires. I also promise I'm going to drive you in ways you've never imagined before. You're going to serve me as my slut and whore, and I'm going to take care of you in every way. I'll never open you up to harm or humiliate you. But I am going to own you as completely as any man can own a woman. Do you have any questions?"

Jean sat there for several seconds thinking through all that Hank had just said. Then a faint smile crept across her lips. "Just one master. How may I serve you?"

Hank squeezed her head as he pulled it back into his groin. "Suck on those balls for awhile."

Jean went to work sucking and licking his sack with a new found enthusiasm. As she did, Hank reached over her head and opened his laptop again. He began a search for the toys and tools needed for a BDSM lifestyle. He'd done some reading on the subject in years past. The lifestyle had never interested him before. He had always thought it bizarre and strange. But that was before he'd met Jean. He chuckled to himself how she had changed him on this issue and wondered how she'd affect him in other ways in the years to come. He found several websites that sold many of the items he was looking for.

Jean reached up and grabbed his stiff cock and stroked it gently as she continued to suck on his nut sack.

Hank slapped her hand away. "Just your mouth bitch! Just your mouth!" He then returned to his internet search. He discovered there was a huge store about an hours drive from their place, out in the suburbs, and they were open till midnight on Saturdays. "That's where we'll go this afternoon!" he said to no one as he closed his laptop. He sat back and enjoyed the bathing his balls were receiving from Jean's mouth. He could let her do this all day. And there may come a day when he does just that. But not today. He lifted Jean's head off his cock, and then stood, lifting her with him by her hair.

Jean moaned softly as Hank stood and lifted her by the hair. There was something inside her that craved that feeling of domination and control she felt whenever Hank grabbed her by the hair and guided her to do whatever he wanted from her. Even though she had never verbalized this to him, Hank had picked up on her need for it. He gladly accommodated her whenever he could.

He led her over to the couch and leaned her body over the back of it. Jean's hair fell into her face again as it was almost buried in the back cushions of the couch. "Spread your legs bitch!" Hank ordered her as he kicked her feet apart with his foot. Jean spread her legs a little. "Further!" Hank kept kicking her feet apart gently until he had them spread to the point that her body was resting on the back of the couch. Jean grunted as the weight of her body pushed on her diaphragm, making it hard for her to breathe.

Hank laid one hand on the small of her back, not that she had to be held in place. while he took his cock in the other. He then rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit focusing most of his attention on her swollen clit. Her pussy was so wet there was no friction at all between his cock and her flesh. No matter how many times he'd taken her, Hank was always amazed at how wet she got when he played with her body. She was a woman with a lot of pent-up needs. Hank was determined to bring everyone of them out of her and exploit them to their mutual enjoyment. "Damn! You are soaked bitch!" he groaned. He concentrated his efforts on her clit, causing Jean to scream as her face was buried in the back of the couch.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" the muffled scream came through the cushions. Hank leaned over and grabbed a handful of her hair again and yanked her head back. Jean grunted as her orgasm built inside her.

"You don't cum till I give you permission. Understand bitch?" Hank growled

Jean's fingers dug into the pillows on either side of her body as she groaned her answer. "Ooohhh yes master! I understand!"

Hank continued to push her body and manipulate her clit with an almost sadistic pleasure as he felt her squirming body beneath his. He was going to bring her off. He just wanted to see how far he could push her. "Oooohhhh please master! Please! I need to cum!" she begged.

"Not yet bitch!" Hank said with a sinister laugh. "You're not really ready yet!"

"Ooohhh but I am master!" she wailed. "I am! PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE let me cum!" she begged.

Hank slid the head of his cock into the opening of her cunt. He then grabbed her arms just above the elbows and pulled her body back into his, filling her cunt with his cock. Jean screamed as their bodies were joined and they became one. "CUM FOR ME BITCH! CUM FOR ME!" Hank grunted as he began to pound his meat into her pussy.

Jean screamed out and her body shook as her orgasm took control of her. Her cunt gushed her juices all over Hank's cock and down his balls as her body responded to the pleasure he was giving it. Their bodies slapped together as Hank fucked her harder than he'd ever fucked her before. "I'M CUMMING BITCH!! I'M CUMMING!!" Hank grunted as his cock erupted inside her womb. "UGH! UGH! UGH!" he grunted with each thrust of his manhood.

Both their bodies glistened from the sweat they had worked up as they fucked. Hank continued to pound away as Jean's screams slowly died down to satisfied moans. Hank finally released her arms as his orgasm ended. Without hesitation Jean pushed herself off the back of the couch and spun around, dropping to her knees in front of Hank. She then lovingly took his cock in her hands and guided it into her mouth, loving it and bathing it. Hank watched with amazement at Jean's reaction to what he'd just done to her. She rubbed his cock all over her face, licking their combined juices off of it whenever it slid across her mouth. "Thank you master! Thank you!" she kept repeating as she cleaned off his manhood with her mouth and tongue.

Hank stroked the back of her head as he stood there watching her. Jean looked up at him. "Get up! We've got some shopping to do." Jean stood and Hank wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her into his body. He dropped his other hand between their bodies and cupped her cunt, sliding a couple fingers inside her. "Get cleaned up! We'll take a drive out to the suburbs and buy some new toys to use on you." He pulled his hand from between her legs. His fingers were covered in their combined juices. He held them up to her mouth. Jean opened her mouth, knowing what was expected of her, and sucked his fingers in, licking them clean of their juices.

Jean sucked on his fingers sensuously as she held his hand. "Can we do some clothes shopping too?" she asked with a smile. "I promise you'll like what I want to buy."

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Denise walked into the building at the same time as she'd done for the last twenty one years. She'd started at the law firm right out of college. Over the years she had worked her way up from receptionist to a respected paralegal who answered only to the managing partners. While her job description didn't include being in charge of the secretarial pool, that was one of the areas she oversaw. Denise approached her job with a seriousness and determination that had gotten her the reputation of being a hardnose.

Denise's persona in the office was really just a mask she wore to hide the real struggles she lived with on a daily basis. She had married when she was 30. Her and Henry had been married for fourteen years and they lived a very comfortable vanilla life. While Henry was a good man, he was also a very weak man. Denise longed for him to take charge of their marriage and her. She had hinted numerous times what she needed and wanted from him as a husband and lover. She had even offered to start exploring with him so he would be more comfortable with what she was asking. But all to no avail. Henry would give her that blank stare she had come to detest and then just pretend he hadn't heard her. After years of trying, Denise just gave up all hope of having her inner sexual needs met.

In the last month she'd noticed a change in Hank and Jean's relationship. They'd done their best to keep it as professional as possible while at the office. But Denise noticed something had changed. What really gave them away to her was when Jean walked into the office Monday morning wearing a beautiful cameo choker necklace. Denise had done some reading on BDSM on some of her favorite erotic websites. Seeing the choker made her wonder if Hank and Jean had adopted that lifestyle. By Wednesday of that week she could no longer take it. She had to know what was going on with them. She approached Jean's desk. "I love your choker Jean! Did Hank get that for you?"

Jean blushed slightly as her hand raised to touch it. "Yes! It was a gift! It is beautiful isn't it?"

"So what was the special occasion?" Denise asked trying to get it out of Jean.

"Oh," Jean hesitated not knowing what to say. "It was just something to mark a new level in our relationship." Jean's eyes lowered to her desk as she spoke, feeling uncomfortable maintaining eye contact with Denise as she spoke.

Denise decided to be more direct. She leaned forward and used her voice that she saved for when she had to deal with secretaries that weren't doing their jobs. "Is Hank your master Jean?"

Jean looked up with a shocked look on her face. Like the kid who'd been caught. "What?!"

"You heard me Jean!" Denise spoke sternly. "Is Hank your master?"

Jean sat there for several seconds deciding how to reply. Then a sudden calm came over her as she realized she wasn't ashamed of the relationship she had with Hank. "Yes, he is!"

Denise stood staring down at Jean for several seconds before she finally pulled a chair up beside her desk and sat down. Her tone changed completely. She was now Denise the woman who longed for what Jean had. She leaned closer to Jean so as not to be overheard. "Tell me what It's like. Is it worth it? Oh please tell me everything!"

Jean looked around for prying ears and eyes. "It's incredible Denise! I belong to him in every way. I don't know where to begin." She stopped. "Wait I should talk with Hank before I say anything else."

"Of course!" Denise understood her concern. "I have no desire or intention to compromise you or Hank in anyway. Please know that."