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All About Eve - 10
Eve’s story
On the afternoon of the second day David and Eve arrived back at their home. Eve had just experienced the most arduous sexual experience in her life. On the second day at the cabin with David, she had been awaked early by Daman fucking her. Once again, he denied her a climax. Frustration was her primary emotion. She wanted desperately to enjoy a orgasm with her son. David would not allow it.
After breakfast, he had taken her back to the bedroom where he tied her with her hands together, and stretching them up to an eye bolt in the ceiling. David spent quite a bit of time whipping her. When he was finished, her breasts, ass, pussy area and the fronts and backs of her thighs were covered with marks left by his whip. Eve had never been whipped so soundly. As severely as she had been whipped, her libido was not diminished. Her cunt was still a caldron.
Before leaving to return home, he took his mother to the living room. There her wrists and elbows were once again tied tightly behind her back. Next he tied her in a familiar position. He seated her on the couch, but had her sit close to the edge until her ass was partly off the couch. Using cushions from the couch, placed behind her, she was made to sit, leaning back, on a slight recline. Finally, David tied ropes around each of her ankles, and then spreading her legs widely, the tied the ropes to the legs of the couch. Now her high heel shod feet and legs were widely spread, and she was helpless with her cunt be the center focus of anyone looking at her. David knelt in front of her, and leaned down, placing his mouth on her pussy while he stroked his own cock. He spent considerable time sucking her cunt and nibbling on her clit. His tongue was doing incredible things to her clit. Eve was a crazy woman. She was beginning to lose a sense of reality. All Eve could think about was what David was doing to her pussy. She wanted to cum, but he would not allow her. Every time she got close to a climax, David would move his mouth away from her pussy, leaving her humping her thighs, as best she could, begging to cum. David produced a light weight whip and whipped her cunt until she settled down. This went on for at least a half hour. Finally, kneeling in front of her, he pushed his heated painfully rigid cock into her scalding hot cunt. Eve nearly passed out with pleasure. David fucked her soundly, allowing Eve to cum. Their orgasms exploded together. Eve thought her climax would never stop. When her orgasms were denied to her, and when she was finally allowed to cum, it was is if she would die from the pleasure of it. It was a grand finale to a stringent, painfully exciting two days and one night with her son.
It was time to go home. David had to leave the next morning for college. On the ride home, both were sexually sated, and exhausted. Still, David kept her bound and had her cape open so he could appreciate her nakedness. It had been a rough and painful time for Eve, but she had to silently admit to herself that she enjoyed her time with David.
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Eve’s story
Admittedly, there were moments at the cabin with David when I was terrorized. I did not know what he was going to do, and how much pain he was going to give me. When I was being tortured, I wondered if I could bear it, and would he injure me. Yes, it was rough, very rough, but by same token, it was hot. It seemed that because we were alone, and I was his complete slave with no interference, he was free to do what he wanted. He is a master with a whip. Yes, the pain was terrible. When he whipped my breasts I thought they were on fire. Yet, as usual, that pain was transmitted to my pussy in the form of erotic heat. I am sure that David will create ways for him to have me alone again, and yes that scares me, but then it arouses me. Don’t ask me to explain this, I simply cannot fully understand it all. I accept it. That is how I live with it. I wait for my reward of his cock, and those times when he will allow me to have a climax. I hope you understand.
On our ride home, David kept my wrists and elbows bound behind me. He had opened my cape and played with my pussy and breasts, keeping me aroused. I wanted to show him how much I enjoyed myself, so I turned in the car seat and bent down to kiss the crotch of his trousers. He reacted by unzipping his trousers and extracting his cock. I wish I had not been bound, because I would have loved to touch and stroke his cock as I sucked him. Yes, I sucked him. My tongue lashed the head of his cock. I used every trick I knew to pleasure him. Finally, he had to pulled to the side of the road while I sucked him to a wonderful orgasm. It just seemed to be a fitting way to express my love for him.
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David left early that morning after breakfast and having Eve suck his cock. She watched him drive away, wondering what the next time will be like, and if she could endure it. Yes, she could because she would be made to endure what ever he wanted.
Daman had left the house, running a few errands. Eve cleaned house and did the dishes. As usual, she was wearing her uniform of nakedness and a of red high heel pumps. Lately she had been wearing a leather collar and matching leather wrist and ankle cuffs. She had these on because she knew Daman would want it that way.
Around noon Daman returned to the house and told her to come into the living room with him. He was excited about something and wanted to tell her all about it. Eve sat down next to Daman, his arm was around her shoulders and he was fondling her breasts. They were still a little tender from the whippings they had received from David’s whip. He hugged her and kissed her. Eve responded with a passionate kiss.
“Lady, I’ve got something to tell you. I told you we were going to expand you slavery, get a little deeper. We here is our next step. There are several groups around the country, membership organizations, for people like us, for masters and slaves. We have one here in our area called the MidWestern Power Exchange. They call themselves MPEX. I have a couple of friends who are members. It is a very discreet group of people who are dedicated to bondage, the whole BDSM scene. To be honest, they would probably frown on a mother and son incest couple. So when we go, we will be a age difference couple. Yeah, you’re a little older than I am, but you are a pretty lady. I am thinking about joining, and taking you with me as my sex slave. What do you think?”
Eve paused, thinking about what Daman had just said. “Uh…what…do they do at their…uh…gatherings?”
“Well”, Daman replied. “A slave is always with her master, and he dictates what happens to her. For the most part slave are naked, or near so, and usually restrained in some fashion. Yes, masters can engage in torment and sexual acts with their slave there, and some masters “swap” slaves for some torture or some type of sex. No one is to touch, or talk to a slave with her master’s approval. I want to go to a meeting, or two, to see what it is all about, then probably join. Yes, I am taking you as my slave.”
Again, Eve was silent. She did not quite know what to do. This was a dramatic addition to her sexual slavery. Part of her was scared to death, while the other part of her psyche was very curious and wanted to see what this was all about. She trusted Daman to take care of her, to not let anything happen to her, but still she knew she was a sex slave and she was committed to obeying him.
Eve asked, “If we go, what do I wear, what do I have to do…, I don’t know what to say. Please help me.”
Daman smiled and gave her naked breast a friendly squeeze, then leaned down to kiss her. He loved kissing her, especially, the way she always returned a kiss, passionately.
“Well, sweet slave, you will go with me, bound and naked. You will wear your collar, ankle and wrist cuffs, and high heel shoes. That is all. There is a lot of nudity there, so you will not be alone. I may even gag you. You will do what ever I tell you to do. You will be with me all the time. Until we go there and see what happens there, I am not sure what will happen, or will be done to you. I suppose it would be really cool to have you suck my cock. I love to see my cock in your pretty mouth, and I am sure others will too.”
Eve did not know what to say. It was obvious that Daman had made up his mind, and that she would be going to the meeting of MPEX, bound and naked. Her pussy began to ache with arousal, yet in a very real way she was very apprehensive about this. There was a bottom line, she would obey Daman.
He kissed her again, then said, “We will be going to their meeting tomorrow night. I will take it easy on you until then. I want you to concentrate on your grooming, makeup and hair tomorrow. I am proud of the way you look, but tomorrow I want you to “go” high fashion with you make up. We leave here about 8:00. It is about an hour drive to their meeting place. OK”.
She just nodded her head, then turned to Daman and kissed him again. Daman’s hand slipped down her silky belly to her pussy. He found her to be hot and her precious cunt was hot and wet.
“Slave Cunt, come with me. I haven’t touched you since you went with David. I need some fucking, now.”
A smiling Eve Collins headed towards the bedroom with her son following her. Yes, that would be nice. A love making session would make her feel a lot better.
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Eve’s story
This took me by surprise. Yes, my husband had given me to some of his friends, but that was always in private. I have never been naked in public, or a public place with other people who might be naked, and or naked and bound. If we are new to that group, then I am sure we will be a item of curiosity, and people, specifically other men, will want to see me. They will want to see my bound nakedness. My helplessness. I am sure they will be thinking how much they would like to whip me or fuck me. I should have asked more questions, but didn’t know what to ask. Perhaps, I should have refused, but we have talked about that. I am a slave, and it is not my nature to resist. Next, Daman and I had already agreed that he could do whatever he wants with me. If I resist, or refuse, he has the right to force me, to make me do what ever he wants. Then he will punish me for resisting.
I can’t imagine being bound and naked in front of others. Everyone will be looking at me. Daman will be showing me off, making sure everyone got a good look at his naked “girl friend” who is all tied up and helpless. Since he mentioned it, I am sure he will make me suck him off in front of other people. I really don’t know how I will deal with that.
When I think about it, yes, will be humiliating, but I can see where it would be exciting, a “rush”, but I still don‘t know how I will deal with it. I wonder what Daman will do with me at MPEX. Will he give me to others? Will he torture or whip me there? Will he allow others to torture or whip me? I knew I would not get much sleep tonight. Even though we had a great love making session, no whipping or torment, just plain of vanilla love making, I should have been able to sleep like a baby. But, no, I lay awake thinking about what Daman had told me, and what would happen at MPEX . Finally, as I tugged on the cuffs that restrained my arms behind me, I reasoned that there was nothing I could do about it, so I would just submit to Daman, so we shall see what we would see.
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Eve stood in the living room of the Collins home. She had just finished styling her hair and had finished with her make up. She knew she looked good. With her hands held behind her back, she stood naked in the middle of the living room floor while her son, Daman Collins inspected her. He touched her breasts, moving his hand down to her cunt. He smiled when he found it was moist. He ran his hand across her silky8 smooth ass, He knew she was apprehensive about going to the MPEX gathering, yet he could tell there was a part of her that was sexually aroused. He liked that.
She looked fantastic, and she looked hot. Yes, being naked wearing high heels shoes was a style that looked good on her. He wanted to kiss her, but did not want to mess up her perfect makeup. He was proud of the way she looked, and wanted the people at MPEX to see her at her best.
“Well, pretty slave, you look awesome. Let’s finish your costume.”
From the coffee table, Daman picked up her collar, which he locked onto her neck. Next came the matching leather wrist cuffs. After locking them on her wrists, he pulled her arms behind her back and locked the wrist cuffs together. He walked around her, again inspecting her. His cock was hard. He even considered canceling the evening and spending the time tormenting and fucking her. But, he was looking forward to this evening. This could be the first step in enhancing her sexual slavery.
As a final touch, Daman wrapped a matching leather strap around Eve’s elbows, pulling them together in the small of her back before setting the buckle. Her breasts seemed to leap off her chest with this addition to her bondage. He could not resist, he used both hand to cup and squeeze her breasts. She was magnificent.
Daman picked up her cape and draped it around her shoulders, as he said, “Well, slave, it’s show time.”
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Eve’s story
Wednesday evening. I sat in the front passenger seat of our car as Daman drove. I am sitting here thinking that I have spent a lot of time traveling, naked, bound, and wearing a cape. In fact, over the years I have acquired a small collection of capes for this exact purpose.
My mind is whirling a hundred miles an hour. Daman is playing with my heated pussy. I know I am aroused, but he is making me more so. Yet, I have some real misgivings about being presented in a “public” forum, naked and helpless. As we drive, we are not talking very much. I suppose we don’t know what to say. I love Daman, and I love being his sex slave. I will do what ever he wishes, but, I am really apprehensive, afraid, if you will. I have never been in this situation before. I look at Daman. I trust him to take care of me, to protect me from harm. I am aroused by what he is doing to my pussy. Maybe he is keeping me aroused so it will be easier for me. Maybe he is right.
So many things to remember. Daman has told me, as did David, when I am under bondage, I will answer to “Eve”, “Cunt”, “Slave”, “Cunt Slave”, or other term, but definitely not “Mother”. I was to call his “Sir” or “Master”. On the occasions I was allowed to talk to another dominant person, I was to refer to them as “Master” or “Mistress”. This is so new, and humiliating. I understand it, because it establishes the boundaries and identities. This is important to a slave.
Well, we are here. We are out in the country amidst rural Midwest farms. I have been so distracted during our drive, and I don’t know where we are, and would not know how to get home from here. I suppose that is best when you are a sex slave, You have no choice is what happens to you, and you don’t even have an avenue of escape.
This house is well away from the highway, mostly hidden by trees and hills. This is a very secluded place, a perfect place for masters to take their slaves for sexual mistreatment. The rest of the world is not aware of what goes on here. We drove through an electrically operated wrought iron gate As we entered the farm. Daman talked to someone on a speaker system. Once the other person had cleared Daman’s name, the gate opened and we drove onto the property. Daman drove down the long paved road from the highway to a large farm house. Daman is driving around the house, back to the barn. He seems to know where he is going. There are about fifteen or more cars parked there. There are lights on in the barn, but the door is closed so I can’t see what is going on inside
Daman parked the car and came around to my side to open the door. As I turn in the car seat to get out, my cape opens up and exposes my legs and pussy, almost to my waist. After he helped me our of the car, Daman attached a leather leash to my collar. Now, I do feel humbled and helpless. He tugged on the leashed, pulling me to him. With his arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest, he kissed me on the cheek.
“Damn, slave, you are beautiful.”
He paused, then said, “You know, this is such a balmy evening, I think we will leave you cape in the car.”
I wanted to protest, but kept my tongue as he slid my cape from my bound shoulders and tossed it back into the car. I love him telling me how “hot” and sexy I am. The evening air felt good on my skin, but now I felt very vulnerable. Daman tugged on my leash and started leading me across the parking lot to the barn. The moon light was bright. I looked down to make sure of my footing and could see my bare breasts bouncing and swaying as I walked. I have always been proud of my breasts, but tonight I wish they weren’t so large, and not so conspicuous. With my elbows bound behind my back, pushing my breasts out, that is all anyone is going to see is my breasts. Dammit! I need to stop worrying. I guess being naked and bound, being lead across a parking lot to a gathering of BDSM enthusiasts and practitioners could cause someone to worry, just a little bit.
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Daman opened the door to the barn and the light from inside flooded out into the night. He tugged on Eve’s leash, leading her into the barn. They were immediately met and greeted by an older woman wearing tight leather pants, a white silk blouse, with black leather high heel boots. Even though she was in her sixties, she was pretty.
“Welcome to MPEX. I’m Matrix,a And, may I ask your name?”
“Yes, my name is Daman, and this is my slave Eve. We are guests of Jacob.”
Checking a list mounted on a clip board, Matrix nodded and replied, “Yes, of course. I have you right here. Jacob is inside. It is a small gathering, so I sure you will find him. By the way, you have a beautiful slave. Her face is pretty and she has a magnificent body. I love her breasts. She should fit in well here. By the way, do you ever whip her breasts? You should, you know.”
Daman smiled, “Thank you. I think she is pretty incredible. And yes, I do whip her breasts.”
“Very good”, Matrix replied. “Breasts like hers should be enjoyed. You should whip them regularly.”
Daman turned to Eve and jerked on her leash, “Sweet slave, you just received a very gracious compliment!”
Eve was still trying to digest everything. It was all happening very fast She had never had anyone, a stranger, especially a woman, who complimented her body, and singled out her breasts.
Eve stammered, “Uh…yes, Master. Thank you very much, Mistress. You are very kind.”
Matrix smiled and turned away from Eve and back to Daman.
“Jacob has told me he has explained the rules here, and I can see you know about the dress code for slaves. Your slave is perfectly dressed. She is exceptional and will be well received, I am sure. Why don’t you go in and find your friend. If you have any questions or problems, I will be here.”
Daman smiled and replied, “Thank you. I think we will enjoy your group.”
Daman turned and pulled on Eve’s leash, pulling her to the next door. He opened the door and lead her through. The old barn had been totally reconstructed inside. It resembled an upscale club house, or meeting hall. There was a bar along one side of the room, and scattered strategically were couches and chairs, all facing a raised dais in the center of the room. Both could see what appeared to be a couple of whipping posts and other items of furniture that could be used on a slave. Collections of ropes, straps and whips lined the walls. There were photographs of beautiful women in various states of restraint. These were vastly enlarged, like a poster, and mounted on the walls.
Eve was looking around, nervous, expecting to see someone she knew. She stayed close to Daman’s side. Several people in the room turned to look at the newcomers. Needless to say, many eyes turned to look at Eve. She could hear comments on how good she looked, and remarks about specific parts of her anatomy. She even heard a male voice saying how he would like to whip her, especially her “tits”.
From across the room Eve heard a male voice call Daman’s name. Daman turned and saw his friend Jacob. He waived him over. Eve watch this handsome young man worked his way through the revelers and make his way to Daman. The two men shook hands like old friends. After a few words of greeting, Jacob turned to Eve, speaking to Daman.
“Well, what have we here, Daman? You told me about your girl friend, but you did not tell me she was an incredibly beautiful sex slave. She is awesome!”
Daman beamed a smile, “Thanks, I think she is pretty incredible myself. She is the most amazing sex slave you can imagine.”
Jacob, still looking her over, replied, “I can imagine. You are one lucky bastard. Do you ever let another master have her?”
“Well, not yet”, was Damans answer. “I am thinking about doing just that, but have not decided who that man will be.”
“Dammit, Daman! You must include me in that list.. I would give anything to have her in my hands. Let me know, I’d love to have her in my control and put her through her paces.”
“Well, when I decide, you will be the first to know. Eve, the man has paid you a compliment. He would love for you to be his slave. What do you say?”
This was almost overwhelming for Eve. Quickly she gathered her wits and answered, “Thank you, Sir. If my Master were to give me to you, I am sure I would enjoy it..”
“Well, lady, don’t be to quick to say that. I know I would love to whip those tits of yours. If I whipped your tits, you would think I poured lava on them.”
This frightened Eve, but she kept her composure and replied, “Thank you, Sir Thank you for noticing my ‘tits’ are pretty enough to torture.”
Jacob looked back at Daman, “Old man, make up your mind soon, because I want a piece of her. Now, look, come with me and I will introduce you to some of the others. There are some really nice people here, and some are royal bastards. Some of the slave are fantastic, and some are not sure why they are here.”
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Eve’s story
I stayed close to Daman. I felt safe with him. I felt a million eyes one me. In my imagination, I felt every man in the room wanted to torture and rape me. While the thought could be arousing, it was intimidating. We met different individuals. Both Daman and Jacob would make me turn about, and to pose for the people we met. People had no qualms about announcing their desire to have me under their control.
In normal public situations, a person never comments directly on various body parts of another. It would be considered crude. I find in this atmosphere, it is expected that people will compliment you on your breasts, your smooth pussy with no pubic hair, the shape of your ass, or anything else they want. The slave is bound and naked. She should expect such comments. It is taking some getting used to, but I think I will survive.
Daman continued to walk around, talking to the other attendees, making me stroll with him. I began to feel excited about being displayed like this. He must think I look good or he would not do this. Others must appreciate my nakedness and the way I look or they would not compliment me. I am beginning to understand.
After a little while, Daman found a small two person couch, kind of a love seat, for us to sit on. We sat down and watched what was going on. Daman put his arm around me and was playing with my breasts and pussy. He was beginning to arouse me to a higher lever. Around the room various individuals are beginning to have sex with each other, or to tie and torment their slaves. The sexual tension could be felt. Daman and I started to “make out”. We were kissing while he was playing with me. I wish my hands were free so I could stroke his cock. Just as it was getting interesting between us, and voice came on a loud speaker. Apparently it was show time!
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“Gentlemen and Ladies, Masters and Slaves. I direct your attention to the dais in the center of the room. We have three slaves tied on their knees. Their wrists are bound behind their backs so they cannot use their hands. They must use only their mouths and tongues to bring their respective master to a cum. Seated before them are three Masters. Each slave is to suck her assigned master to a delicious cum. The slave who is last to make her master cum will receive a tit whipping.”
Eve had seen the three slaves during her walk around the room. It was obvious that the master they were sucking was not their master. She learned later that the masters names were pulled randomly from a hat. The object was to make the slave suck the cock of someone who was not her master. The slaves’ real master had approved of this contest.
The announcer, Matrix, spoke again. “O.K. slaves, get ready. Put your lips to the tip of your masters cock. Good luck. Get set, GO!”
The slaves when to work vigorously licking and sucking their assigned master’s cock. Members of the audience were watching intently, commenting on the effectiveness of each woman’s technique, even cheering on the contestants. In a matter of minutes one of the masters was brought to a climax by a petit slave girl with red hair. Now the pressure was on the remaining slave cock suckers. Each girl worked savagely to bring her master to a orgasm. In the end the little brunette with large breasts failed to bring her master to a cum in time, loosing to the rather large dish water blonde. The crowd cheered the winners, and waited for the punishment of the little brunette who was known a Liza.
Liza was taken to a whipping post, and put on her knees. She was then tied to the post with her arms still tied behind her. A rope was placed around her shoulders and around her waist. The ropes were tightly drawn to eliminate any movement on Liza’s part. Her own master brought a ball gag and installed it in her mouth so any noise would be stifled. Liza had a panicked look in her eyes. She knew her breasts were about to be severely punished.
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Eve’s story
I was fascinated by what had happened. It was obvious that Liza was not accomplished at sucking cocks. She lost to the two girls that were very good at what they do. I think I am good at sucking cocks, but I don’t know if I could measure up to the two winners in this contest.
Liza was going to be whipped by the master who was selected for her in this contest. Her own master stood to one side, watching the torture of his slave. The whip master knew his whip, and used it effectively. Liza’s large breasts bounced and lurched under his whip. It seemed that the whipping was going of forever. Jacob was sitting in a char beside Damn and myself. Daman asked him how long the whipping would go on. How extreme would it be. Was there a point when a halt would be called. Jacob replied that it was up to her master. He controlled what happened to her. If it became too severe, Matrix, the club president would call a halt.
Liza was crying and screaming into her gag as her breasts continued to be the subject of the whip masters whip. I was getting worried for her. I have had my breasts whipped many times and I know what that pain is all about. Finally, her master called a halt to the “tit” whipping. The whip master released her from the whipping post. He even untied her wrists, then escorted her to an rather large easy chair in the center of the dais. I had forgotten that she had failed to bring him to a climax. Even though she had been severely punished, she must still bring him off. I watched as she sucked with her mouth, and stroked his cock with her right hand while her left hand massaged is balls. It only took a couple of minutes and she brought him to a glorious orgasm. Her master watched as she did this. When she had thoroughly sucked and cleaned the whip master’s cock, her master tied her hands behind her back and took her to the back of the room to another couch. The last I saw of her, she was lying on the couch. Her master had put some lotion on her abused breasts and was fucking her. I realized that even though I had just witnessed a severe whipping of a woman’s breasts, and her being made to suck another man’s cock, I was turned on. It felt as if my pussy was on fire. While the “tit” whipping scared me, it also excited me. I turned to Daman and kissed him, kissed him very passionately.
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Daman and Eve sat on the couch watching the unfolding events. The “tit” whipping was amazing. During all this Daman was stimulating Eve with his hands and fingers. Eve, very aroused, sat there maintaining her silence. Daman spoke first, as he directed his conversation to Jacob.
“Damn, Jacob. That was amazing. I have whipped Eve’s tits, but never like that. Afterward, I watch her master fucking her. It was obvious that she was turned on.”
Jacob answered, “Yeah, she is a passionate little thing. I had the opportunity to whip her, and she is a delight. Her master let me have her for a couple of hours. I really enjoyed her.”
Jacob paused, then looked at Eve, “Well, little slave, what do you think about what you have seen?”
Daman kissed her and said, “It’s OK, you can talk to Jacob.”
Eve responded to Jacob, “It is amazing, Sir. It is all too much to absorb at one time. I think it is very stimulating, and I enjoyed watching Liza receiving a “tit” whipping.”
Jacob smiled, “Maybe some day it will be you up there. What do you think about that?”
Eve was taken aback by that question, but replied, “I am not sure how to answer, but if Daman told me to enter that contest, I would do so.”
Jacob looked at Daman, “She is a beautiful woman, but it also looks like she is an incredible slave. You are a fortunate man.”
Daman grasped on Eve’s breasts and replied, “Yeah, don’t I know it.” He turned to Eve and kissed her, then said, “Eve, Jacob has been an excellent host. He has introduced us to the delights of the MPEX. I think I owe him a debt.”
He kissed Eve again, then said, “I want you to kneel in front of Jacob, and suck his cock.”
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Eve’s story
I was thunder struck! I had assumed Daman would give me to another man, some day, but never expected to be ordered to suck another man’s cock, in public, on this night. I knew if I refused, Daman had the right to whip and torture me until I complied. I would not put us through that. Jacob was a handsome young man. I looked at him. Him and an expectant look on his face. I got the feeling that he and Daman had conspired to put me in this situation. I realized the best thing was to obey Daman.
“Yessir”, I answered.
I leaned over and kissed Daman as passionately as I knew how. Then, I got up and stood, naked and bound, in front of Jacob. I did not know it at the time, but several people turned to watch what I was doing. Jacob had already pulled his cock from his trousers. His cock was rigid and beautiful. He smiled as I knelt in front of him. I leaned forward and kissed his cock licking it with my tongue. I heard him groan softly. After I licked the shaft of his cock, I pulled it into my mouth and started to work on him.
I had been sucking Jacob’s cock for about a minute or two, when I realized my breasts being slapped with a crop. I was surprised, yet I wasn’t. I heard Jacob speak to me.
“Sweet Slave, you need to work a little harder, and a lot more tongue action.”
With that he slapped my breasts again with the crop. I worked harder and was lashing the head of his cock with my tongue. Jacob’s moaning became constant until I felt him bucking, humping his cock into my face. In a matter of a few seconds his cock exploded in my mouth, filling it with hot cum. I struggled with his issue and managed to swallow it. I continued to work on his cock as it receded. As I have been taught, I thoroughly cleaned his cock. When I finished I continued to kneel with his softening cock in my mouth. I did not want to take it out until I was told to. Even though I was surprised when Daman ordered me to suck Jacob’s cock, I wanted to make Daman proud of me. Even as I knelt there with Jacob’s cock in my mouth, I realized that a small crowd of people had gathered to watch me. They were commenting on my abilities as a “cock sucker”.
When Jacob let me take his cock from his mouth, and Daman helped me to stand, the gathered onlookers applauded me and my “cock sucking” efforts. Matrix was there, offering me a glass of wine. Since I was bound, and I knew Daman was not going to release me, I asked Matrix is she would help me. She held the glass to my lips and let me drink it at my leisure. When I finished, she held my face and kissed me.
While I was surprised by Daman’s order to suck Jacob’s cock, I did do a good job. I have to admit I enjoyed sucking his cock, and I appreciated the gathered crowd and their encouragement. I was beginning to think MPEX was not a bad deal after all. I was beginning to dismiss my apprehensions. I felt more at ease when Daman positioned me on the couch and fucked me. We both had a glorious cum, to the applause of the onlookers.
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