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Subject: {ASSM} First Series!! Moira's Stories- Chapt. 2  (M/f, Bond, Rom)
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It's mine. I wrote it.  If you want to use it, ASK.

Enjoy!


Chapter Two
"After Work Delight"

    Moira was a mess.  Her Master watched her ecstacy racked frame through
the video link on His laptop.  Having spent the past five hours hooked into
her 'pleasure cage' as He liked to think of it, she was worn out.  Both
dildoes were fully imbedded in her pussy and ass.  Showing some mercy, He
had typed a command into His laptop and set the vibrator attached to her
clit ring to go off every few minutes instead of every few seconds.  Her
skin glistened with her sweat.  Her thighs were covered with her own juices.
Her head hung limply, pulling the chain attached to her collar tight.
Chuckling evilly, He tapped His keyboard and set the vibrator to pulse and
change vibration every two seconds, its max setting.  He then closed His
laptop and stood to leave, preferring to see the reaction in His slave in
person.

    Moira became aware of her surroundings again.  She wasn't sure how long
she had been in the cage.  Time lost all meaning when one was pushed over
the edge of orgasm again and again and again.  Sucking a ragged breath, she
lifted her head.  Behind the wall of the cage, her Master had installed a
large mirror.  Locking green eyes with her reflection, she took in the sight
before her.  The girl in the cage was soaked with sweat.  Chest neck and
face were flushed.  The nipples, attached to their stretchy restraints, were
distended and hard.  Because of the way the dowels were placed, she could
see the massive cock buried up to its hilt in her pussy.  She could feel it
pressing against her insides, still rotating slowly deep within her.  She
could also feel the vibrator buried deep in her ass moving as well.

    Sucking in another breath, she tried pressing down her chest to relieve
some of the pressure on her nipples.  She had just succeeded in lowering
them about and inch when the vibrator on her clit ring began buzzing softly
again.  Clenching her teeth, she fought against it.  After two seconds, it
changed to a different vibration.  This one shot through her loins and sent
tendrils of pleasure up her back into her brain.  After a few seconds it
changed again.  The constant rotation of speed and intensity kept her clit
from numbing up and blocking out the signals it was receiving.  Swollen from
all the attention over the past hours, her clit was now hypersensitive to
this sudden and intense abuse.

    After several minutes of resistance, Moira began to give in to the
pleasure.  Held nearly immobile by the invading cylinders in her nether
holes, Moira's thighs were helpless when she began to try and move her hips
back and forth.  As she neared the edge of yet another climax, the vibrator
in her pussy changed motions.  Instead of making small rotations inside her
with its tip, it began to pump back and forth, sending ripples of pleasure
through her abused cunt.  At first, the motion was slightly painful.  After
all, she had nearly nine inches of it stuffed inside her!  The pumping
motion added nearly an inch to that.  Once again her juices began to leak
out between the tight seal formed around the base of the monstrous dildo and
her stretched out pussy walls.  The vibrations on her clit increased in
tempo.

    Moira surrendered to the sensations.  The cock glided in and out of the
mindless slut, bringing it once again to shuddering release.  Shaking
uncontrollably, she once again faded from conscious thought, shifting
instead into a grinding mass of fuck toy.  She no longer cared about the
pain in her breasts.  If anything, they only increased the pulsing tension
running through her.  She came again.  And again.  And again.....

    Barely aware of the world around her, she made no move when the vibrator
was turned off and removed.  Barely a twitch when the butt plug was pulled
slowly from her stretched out ass and the door to her kennel was opened.
Even in her stupor, though, she found herself making small humping motions
when the still pumping cock was pulled from her juicy gaping pussy.  She was
almost relieved when a warmer, yet somewhat smaller replacement was pressed
into her.  Uncontrollable in her passion, her pussy at first could barely
feel the intruder through its stretched out walls.  After a short time, with
a light whistling of air, it began to clamp down on this new pleasure
piston.  As her cunt lining gripped this new phallus, she began receiving
light flicks across her bruised and swollen clit.  Her juices flowed heavily
and she began, as well as she could in her restraints, to try and grind back
against the new cock inside her.

    Moira's Master watched as his slave began to fully respond to His
fucking.  He had chosen her pussy on purpose.  One of His favorite games was
to stretch out His lover's pussy and then feel it as it recovered itself to
wrap around his cock or finger.  At first, He wasn't sure she would be able
to recover quickly from such a long ordeal.  He felt her pussy tighten
somewhat and decided to give her a bit more incentive.  Sliding His bare arm
around her sweaty waist, He began to light play His fingers across her clit.
Feeling her pussy clamp down even more, he became a bit more forceful.

    Moira hunched her hips slightly more, painfully pressing the wooden
dowels into her skin.  She didn't care if she bruised.  Her only thought was
of getting more of the living rod inside her body.  After several minutes
and another orgasm from His slave, her Master shot His hot stick seed
against the gaping opening of Moira's cervix.  Hyper sensitive, Moira felt
the cock spurt inside her.  She could feel the hot liquid burn against the
back of her bruised pussy.  She registered a slight pressure as she felt the
tip of the cock pressed even deeper inside her.  Instead of sliding past the
cervix like normal, the cock tip caught and sealed itself against the
pulsing gateway to His wife's womb.  Lost in the throes of passion, her
Master barely knew He had practically glued the two openings together.
Sealed tightly, His cock continued to spurt its white goo deep into the womb
before it.

    Moira was little afraid of pregnancy.  After all, her Husband had gotten
a vasectomy some years before.  Unbeknownst to either of them, scar tissue
had formed some months before and a few sperm could be found in any of her
husbands ejaculations.  Normally, the quantity was so small that for all
practical purposes, her Husband was still sterile.  This time, however,
several factors just clicked.

    Moira had released an egg the day before.  The massive dose of pleasure
had caused the mouth of her cervix to open and the normally small levels of
lubrication that formed trails for baby making sperm were now as wide as
'super highways".  Her Husband had begun taking organic vitamins to help Him
lean out a bit.  This had  increased His sperm production in general,
thereby increasing the number of escaping sperm in specific.  These
swimmers, normally deposited (In comparative size) half a state away, were
now ushered right to their targets doorstep.  One of these hunters found
it's target just a short way up the slime highway it had chosen to travel.
Finding its target still receptive, the little swimmer fulfilled its
destiny.  A few moments later, the newly formed gamete embedded itself in
the comforting wall of Moira's abused uterus.  There it would remain until
its growth was removed forcefully or it brought the baby it carried the
blueprint for to fruition.

    Unaware of the things happening on a microscopic scale inside His wife,
her Master felt His cock cease its jerking and He slowly pulled it out of
its velvety sheath.

    A few moments later, Moira felt the hooks removed from her aching
breasts and the wooden dowels pulled free.  Standing shakily on her hands
and knees, Moira kept her eyes down as her collar was unhooked from the
chain and she was commanded in a soft voice to back out of the cage and
kneel.  Her clothed Master then held her as she cried softly, the intensity
of her bondage easing itself and finding herself coming back to her humanity
again.  After a few minutes, her crying having lessened and then stopped,
her Master snapped a lead to her collar and led her on her hands and knees
into their private bath.  Once there, he commanded her to 'Sit" and turned
to run a bath.  She gripped her rings and winced as she pulled them out and
then apart.  The skin of her lips and pussy felt rubbed raw.  A vague
achiness made itself known deep in her belly.

    Still shaking slightly, she smelled flowers as her Master poured what
she knew was very expensive bath oils into their jacuzzi tub.  Several
minutes later, he shut off the water and helped His slave into the tub.
Moira's skin began to sting slightly as she climbed into the slightly hot
water.  She s-l-o-w-l-y lowered her crotch into the water and yelped when
the hot liquid came in contact with her abused flesh.  Waiting a few
seconds, she forced herself to finish entering the tub.  Her Master helped
her back into a reclining position in the tub's built in seat and placed a
soft cloth behind her head.  Taking the lead still attached to her collar,
he tied it to a metal ring He had installed.  He left very little room in
the lead, trapping Moira's head and keeping her from sliding into the tub.
Then taking each arm, he brought them over the edges of the tub and fastened
each wrist to a ring in the side with a cuff.  This was a position Moira
knew well.  Her body was 90 per cent immersed, yet there was absolutely no
physical way for her head to dip below the water line.  Moira KNEW her
safety was her Master's number one priority.  (Well, she almost giggled,
somewhere very close anyhow...)

    Confident that his slave would be safe should she fall asleep or lose
consciousness, her Master turned the timer on the jets on for thirty minutes
and left the room.  Moira knew He would be back to check on her at regular
intervals, so she gave in to the soothing massaging of the jets and closed
her eyes.  She sensed the dimming of the lights through her closed eyelids
as she snuggled slightly deeper in the warm water.

    While His lover was being massaged by the tubs magic finger, Nick went
to the kitchen.  Once there, He opened the bottle of wine He had bought and
poured it into a decanter to breathe.  Setting His laptop on the counter, He
flipped up the lid and waited for His system to boot.  Once up, He activated
the wireless connection and turned on the three cameras in the bathroom.
Bringing up the one at the end of the tub, He switched it to infrared and
took a peek at His wife.  The tub glowed an eerie pale white and somewhat
masked the naked body within.  He could clearly make out His slaves head and
shoulders, though.  After a few seconds, He turned and began preparing a
light snack tray.

    Moira laid still in the water for several minutes, letting its caresses
lave her stiff body.  Shifting a bit, she opened her eyes and notices a
small red light glowing above the far end of the tub.  She smiled.  In the
past two months, her Master had installed cameras in discreet places
throughout the house.  In the bathroom, she knew of two.  One was in the
wall sconce above the far end of the tub.  It was currently on.  The other
sat in her dressing area.  She had no doubt that there were others.  Their
finances had taken a turn for the better.  She had used one of her "free
periods" to ask about it.

        Moira had wondered where her Master was getting all of the money to
pay for their new "toys" and those wonderful little toys He made for her
for about a month.  Every week, now that she had shown such 'promise' in her
training, Moira's Master typically set certain "free periods".  These were
times when they would talk like almost any normal couple.  They would lounge
around either alone or with the children.  It was basically just lazy time.
After screwing up her courage (After all, she was afraid to even think He
might be stealing) she asked Him about it while they were snuggled together
on the living room sofa.

    "Nicholas?"  She had started.

    "Hmmmmm?"

    "I, um, don't want you to take this, um, the wrong way," she had
stammered, amazed that such a strong willed woman could sound like such a
wimp," I've, ah. noticed....."

    "Noticed what, My love?"  He had said softly, a slight inflection of
amusement in His tone.

    "Well....we seem to have all this new stuff...."

    "Yes?"

    "UM, and the bills are paid."

    "Pretty much so, yes." He was chuckling softly.

    "Um....How, I mean where..."  She had turned her head to look into His
face, eyes inches from His smooth jaw.

    "You want to know how we are paying for it."

    "Yes.  If you want to tell me."  Moira caught herself before the 'Sir"
slipped out.  There was no mistaking the timid tone in her voice though.

    "Okay.  YOU paid for it, Love.  And a bit more besides."  He was
grinning openly now.

    Moira felt butterflies in her stomach.  He had blindfolded or hooded her
for sex many times....

    As if reading her mind he said, "Not that way, love!  Come, I'll show
you."

    He helped her up and then stood.  Taking her hand in His, He walked with
her to the office.  Up until the change had come into her life, this room
was used to store boxes of junk that accumulated around the house and got
stashed here when full.  Now no clutter, no stash.  The walls had been
repainted a neutral white.  Her husband had brought in a second hand, yet
decent looking desk and several wooden filing cabinets.  Opening one of the
desk drawers, Her husband removed a second hand laptop and a ledger.  He sat
at the desk and opened the laptop.  Turning it on, He motioned for His wife
to sit on the edge of the desk.  Leaning slightly on one hand, she sat down
and crossed her legs, twisting her torso to look at the screen.  Her husband
turned the laptop slightly to ease her view.

    "As per our agreement, " He said, referring to their new living
arrangements, "your body belongs to me at all times. Correct?"

    She nodded, not trusting her suddenly dry mouth to speak.

        Her husband opened a file and she saw a movie screen appear in the
middle of the screen.  The words "Dominant Productions" appeared on the
screen for a few seconds.  Moira's mouth was now as dry as the Sahara and
she found her breath coming in light gasps.  The picture faded to black and
then lightened to show their bedroom.  She then saw herself bound and gagged
in a squatting position next to their bed.  The title "Slave Training Day
17" appeared in bold print over her sweating torso.  Her head was covered
with a silken hood, but there was no denying that it was her.  As she
watched in dismay, the figure before her was lifted completely off the floor
and held above a fat cock shaped dildo.  It was slowly lowered until the tip
of the schlong was just touching the opening to her sopping cunt.  Then, she
saw herself being slowly lowered onto the massive tool.  Moira felt herself
getting wet at the memory of what was to come next.

    Once fully impaled upon the shaft, with her feet barely touching the
floor, a hand (her Master's) appeared from off screen and began to flick and
rub at the slave's exposed clit.  She could see a gush of fluids run down
the rubbery shaft and begin to grow on the floor.  Moira's face felt hot as
she watched herself put through her paces on screen.  Her legs clamped
together tightly, trying to deny the slickness growing between them.

    "I approached several major internet sites to see if they might be
interested in some new material." Her Master explained in a neutral tone, as
if He was discussing the price of eggs or milk. "I got back several offers.
They asked for a sample of the series, and I sent them this one.  It's some
10 minutes long.  They went absolutely wild.  Each wanted exclusive rights
to the material."

    He placed His hand on her trembling thigh.  She looked down at Him.

    "Want to know how much the price went to?" He asked quietly.

    "How much" Moira gasped out barely audible over the moaning coming from
the computer.

    "Well, I get just under a grand for each ten minute segment.  They want
a minimum of three ,preferably five, movies a week. "

    Moira did some math in her head as her eyes found their way back to the
spasming figure on the screen.  Moira knew what was coming.  The hand
stopped.  The slave was informed of four transgression committed that day.
Sitting without permission.  Failure to use proper respect in her replies.
Yelling at a child.  "Tasting" food while she cooked it.  Asked if she was
ready to be punished, the hooded figure weakly shook its head.  The shot cut
to a side view and a man's torso holding a leather whip in its hands.  Each
transgression meant five lashes.  The camera caught the swing of the lash
and the loud slap it made as it came in contact with the slave's arched
back.  Moira counted each lash as it landed under her breath.   Every time
the lash landed, she could see the bound female sink slightly more onto the
enormous prick.  By the fifteenth lash, the slave's feet were firmly on the
floor.  Moira could see a fine mesh of lash marks across the slave's back.

"Three to four thousand a week."  Her Master finally said quietly,smiling as
He watched His slave take in the vision before her.

    Moira's head turned away before the last lash fell.  The movie on the
screen faded to black and displayed The End and a copyright logo.  She
mouthed the words.  When she found her voice, she said it again, "Three or
Four thousand?  DOLLARS?"  He Husband just smiled and nodded.  "How
much.....?"

    "Enough.  Most if it goes into savings or gets stashed.  After all, this
is a LOT of money." Her Husband said quietly.  "The rest goes for whatever I
want."

    Moira continued to stare with her mouth open.  The thought of being so
openly displayed was appalling.  But THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS?!  A WEEK!?  She
found herself unable to speak as her Husband stood and took her in His arms.
"From here on out, Everything is going to be better." He said before locking
His mouth to hers in a passionate kiss.

    Moira smiled at the memory.  Since that time, there had been some subtle
changes around the house.  The children had slightly nicer clothes.  The
cars were clean and tuned up.  The lawn was taken care of a bit nicer.  She
felt as secure as a "bug in a rug" as her mother used to say.  She could
only shudder when she thought of the ordeal she had just gone through and
how much that time was worth when broken into ten minute movies.....

    Her Master was thinking along much the same lines as he finished  lining
a tray with cheese, strawberry slices and roast beef slices.  With a little
editing to take out some of the slower part, today's film was worth a
bundle.  Not that He really cared anymore.  he did what he did to his slave
for pure enjoyment.  The fact that people were willing to pay Him ridiculous
amounts of cash for what He would be doing anyway was just a nice little
bonus.  Besides, truth be told, He had hundreds of hours of film that they
had never seen.  When His contract expired with them  in five months, He
would renegotiate.   He expected a MAJOR rise in his prices.  According to
His web-bot, the traffic to the buyer's site had doubled every month for the
last several months.  Sign-ups were through the roof.  The only way to see
the movies was through a special flash player.  It streamed the video to the
customer and then erased itself as it played.  This kept the movies
available ONLY at the buyer's site.

     What her Master hadn't told his slave at the time, however, was that
ownership of the materials remained in His hands.  After six months, the
site HAD to renegotiate for their continued use or pay her Master a hefty
fee every time one was viewed.  Her Master was secretly hoping they WOULDN'T
renegotiate.  The viewing fees alone would make them both rich.

    He chuckled evilly to Himself and poured two glasses of wine.  Picking
up the tray and glasses, He walked back towards the bathroom.

    Moira lay almost asleep in the bath as she heard her Master come into
the room.  She heard him set something down on the counter behind her.  A
few seconds later, first one, and then the other wrist were freed from their
restraints.  Her collar was unclipped from it's chain, and she raised
herself up higher in the tub.  Her nipples were left bobbing just under the
surface of the water.  As she took in the room around her, her Master handed
her a glass and then set the tray down beside her on the tub.

    "Do NOT spill any wine, slave. " He said in a threatening tone.  "Eat
and drink." he commanded.

    "Yes Sir." Moira replied softly, raising the glass to her lips.  The
wine was as smooth as peach juice.  It was slightly sweet, but tart at the
same time.  She picked up a strawberry slice and put it into her mouth
slowly.  The flavors meshed well together.

    "The wine is forty years old."  Her Master told her quietly.  "It cost
$247.00 for that bottle."  Moira almost choked and barely saved herself from
dropping the glass in her shock.  She recovered quickly.

    "It tastes wonderful."  she said softly, taking another sip.

    Her Master nodded his head in agreement.  He didn't splurge much, but He
thought today was a good day for it.

    After chatting softly for a while, her Master removed the tray and
glasses.  He came back to the tub and stripped out of His clothes.  Moira
moved over as he climbed in.  The water drained quickly and they just barely
succeeded in keeping it from spilling out and onto the floor.  Taking Moira
by the hand, her Master pulled her over to lay on top of Him.  She felt her
nipples rake along His flesh as she slid up to lay face to face with Him.
He kissed her.  Softly at first, then harder.  His hands began to slide
along her skin, trapping her in their fierce embrace.  She could feel His
cock grow hard and begin to push between the cracks of her hairless crotch.
Spreading her legs slightly, she arched her back and felt the tip rub
against the opening to cunt.  Still sore, she very slowly began to slide
back and forth on top of her lover, embedding His cock bit by bit deeper
inside her.  Every time she slid, she could feel her clit bumping along the
veins of His throbbing cock.

    Sliding His hands down her back, he grasped a meaty globe in each hand
and spread her ass apart before pulling her body against His, forcing His
cock the final few inches into her stretchy walls.  Buried deeply in her, he
slid His hands up her sides and lifted her until she was straddling His
body.  Moving them around to the front of her body, He then grasped a breast
in each, running His hands lightly over the slightly sore nipples.  Moira
arched her back, grinding her clit against His love pole.  The hands pulled
lightly on the tender flesh, causing Moira to suck in her breath and begin
pumping up and down on the meaty shaft.  Her juices began to flow in earnest
and the speed of her thrusting grew exponentially.

    Stretching His neck, He then took her left breast into His mouth,
freeing His right hand to travel down her stomach and begin to minister to
her clit.  Moira threw back her head and began to moan as she once again
climbed toward another orgasm.  As tender as she was, she cupped the back of
His head in her left hand and pulled His head tighter to her chest,
non-verbally indicating that he should take more of her breast into His
mouth.  He did so, suckling on the raw skin of her nipple, sending fiery
sparks of passion through His lover's body.  A scream began deep in her
throat and climbed slowly in pitch and volume as she neared that swirling
crescendo.

    Splashing like a pair of five year olds, He sat up and clasped her
tightly as they crashed through their individual orgasms.  Rocking softly as
the waves of pleasure drove away all thought, Master and slave bonded
together again.  In that moment, there were no lines of domination or
submission, only mutual love and tenderness.

    Deep within her, aided by this new round of pounding, the gamete buried
itself even deeper into the lining of her uterus and snuggled in safe and
warm.

    The two lovers knew nothing of this.  Lips locked together, they each
merely knew that the night had only begun.


End Chapter Two


    Please let me know what you think

daveprime@hotmail.com

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