Should Have Known Better · Part 2 (2/2)
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was going to become a slave to Peter and himself.
Towing her over to the corner of the room, he clipped her leash to a ringbolt screwed into the wall, leaving only a few inches of slack, then told he was going to leave her for a while to let her think about what he had said and get used to the idea.
When he returned, she would be required to show him just how well a good, obedient slave served her Master.
His words and use of the term “Master” to describe himself, sent a jet of white-hot arousal surging through Lois’s mind and body and as her belly kicked massively, she twisted her neck to look over her shoulder and gazed longingly at his back, whining in the depths of her need as he strode towards the door.
Hearing it, he paused momentarily, then chuckled and carried on without turning and as the door closed firmly behind him, Lois realised that this was yet another aspect of her training, designed to emphasise her absolute helplessness and vulnerability.
Leashed and unable to free herself, she must wait for Quagmire to return, knowing that when he did, it would be to make her demonstrate her submission and obedience by serving him as a slave.
Which, shamefully, she knew she would, for she already wanted and needed the climax that seethed and swirled in her belly, requiring only a few touches of his hands to trigger.
It would be so easy for him to make her come…so easy for anyone to make her come…and as Lois imagined a complete stranger finding her bound, gagged and ready for taking, trickles of silvery juices oozed from her sex to dribble down her naked thighs.
Even as she pictured the erotic scene in her mind, Lois was well aware that the unknown stranger was just a sexy fantasy…but Quagmire and Peter were not and she knew that while she was kept in bondage and unable to resist, they could do exactly as they wished with her and she would have no choice but to obey and serve them whenever, wherever and however they commanded.
As their slave…
Expecting him to unclip her leash and take her to his bedroom, Lois was unprepared when Quagmire returned and simply gripped the ring at the finger-end of the single-glove and levered her arms upwards, forcing her to bend forward until the leash from her collar to the ring tightened, giving her no choice but to spread her ankles as far as her hobble-chain allowed in order to maintain a precarious balance.
Doubled over with her arms raised high, it was impossible for her to exert any counter-leverage and Quagmire was able to hold her with embarrassing ease while his free hand fondled her tautly-stretched buttocks, then applied several spanks to the rounded flesh.
With a squeal of outrage, Lois tried in vain to squirm away from the stinging heat, only to hear him chuckle appreciatively as her efforts presented him with an unintended display of her naked bottom weaving seductively before him, then reach around her waist to roll each of her nipples in turn between his thumb and forefinger.
Devastating arousal shot through her pendulous breasts as he exerted his complete power over her and when the unmistakable sound of a zip came from behind her, she whimpered in ferocious need and humiliation at her own overwhelming desire to be taken and made to come.
Head down,, unable to alter her position and helpless against her own sexual passion, Lois greeted the entry of his large, hard shaft into her sex with a muffled gasp and the instinctive clenching of her internal muscles to draw his flesh deeper and deeper until she was filled, her eager cooperation bringing amused chuckles from Quagmire as he recognised her willing submission to his erotic domination.
Although she might not yet realise it, he knew that Lois was serving him as a slave.
For the moment, at least…and if she had gone that far, then it could not be very long before she would submit fully and finally to both Peter and him as her joint Masters.
Enfolded by the swirling heat of her belly, he thrust powerfully, then thrust again, then again, relishing her squeals and frantic convulsions as she shuddered to the multiple orgasms that tore through her as he took her and used her as the slave she already was, until he could hold back no longer.
Deep inside her, his maleness jerked to hose his spend into her belly and Lois screamed in disbelieving ecstasy as she came yet again, her eyes wide and filled with the awesome knowledge of her absolute and undeniable surrender to the ferocious power and depth of the sexual subjugation imposed upon her by Quagmire and his bondage.
She had come as a slave…Lois couldn't deny it even to herself…and knew her climaxes had been more intense and all-consuming than ever before, giving her no chance of maintaining even minimal control over her body and its responses.
It had been by far the best sex she had ever experienced…so good that although she was horribly embarrassed by how easily Quagmire had controlled her and made her submit to him, she still craved more of the same thrilling sexual fire that still burned deep in her belly when his drained shaft slipped from her sex and he left her alone, leashed to the wall, helpless and fiercely aroused, to wait until such time as he chose to use her again, or take her back down to the cellar for yet another night at the mercy of his tireless mechanical devices…
PART 4
The long steel spreader-bar with its attached cuffs ensured not only that Lois's ankles remained a fixed distance apart, but also severely restricted her mobility, forcing her to swing each leg in turn in a wide, awkward arc at every step as Quagmire escorted her from his study.
In knee-high, stiletto-heeled boots, an extremely tight corset-cum-body harness holding a remote-control vibrator deep in her sex, her breasts fully exposed and projected forward by her cuffed wrists and elbows, a tall posture-collar gracing and stretching her neck and a large ball-gag sealing her mouth, Lois knew she was a fetishist's vision of how a slave should look and perfectly aware that she was displayed as a sex-object, her exposure and helplessness calculated to inflame any man's lust with the image of total vulnerability and availability she presented.
With a leash to her collar gripped in Quagmire's hand, she couldn't make any effective resistance when he towed her through his house and out into the warm sunshine bathing the garden at the back, her completely ineffectual struggles and muffled whines of protest only making him smile broadly as he led her over to a circular-topped table in the centre of the patio and chained her right ankle to the solid concrete plinth.
Far too heavy for her to drag away, the table kept her in place and her gagged cheeks flushed bright red to the knowledge that the only thing between her bound, half-naked body and the public street, was a fence not much taller than she was.
Drivers of trucks, or even four-by-fours on the other side might well be able to see over it and as Lois pictured how she would look to anyone who happened to glance in her direction, she groaned in humiliation and stared pleadingly across the width of the patio to where Quagmire reclined at ease on a comfortable sun-lounger, his fingers toying with the buttons for the remote-control of the dildo buried in her sex.
With a grin, he held a finger to his lips, clearly suggesting she should stay quiet, then slowly pressed a button on the remote-control…
For what seemed like hours to Lois, he toyed with the dozens of combinations that the evilly-talented vibrator was capable of inflicting on her and as she learned that it could provide many different levels and speeds and intensities of stimulation, she bent and writhed and twisted in frantic response, powerless to resist the incredible sexual arousal that raged through her body.
It was all she could do not to scream and beg in frustration as Quagmire built her passion to fever-pitch, but refused to let her climax, keeping her teetering on the brink of an immense orgasm as he again exerted his total control over her and made her wait until he considered she was suitably desperate and ready for the next step in her training as a slave.
Until, eventually turning down the vibrator to a level that maintained her intense need but still wouldn't permit her to climax, he ordered Lois not to say a word until she was given permission, then calmly unbuckled her gag to let it dangle around her neck and chuckled in satisfaction when she forced herself to keep totally silent even though her belly fluttered wildly to betray the overwhelming need he had imposed on her and her eyes begged mutely for him to give her what she longed for.
“Very good, slave,” he told her coolly, “As you've been so obedient, you may now ask to be permitted to come.”
He waited patiently as she gulped and licked her lips nervously, then demanded, “Well? Do you want to come or not, slave? Make your mind up.”
“Y…Yes. Yes, please, Quag…uh, Glenn,” she stammered, “I…I…need…need it.”
“So I see,” he retorted flatly, “Then you'd better ask properly. As the slave you are, to the Master I am.”
Lois hesitated, clearly not wanting to confirm her subordinate status, then her eyes slid away from his steady gaze and she took a ragged breath and whispered humbly, “Please…M…Master, your sl…slave begs to be permitted to come.”
“Again, slave,” he ordered firmly, “And louder.”
For a long moment, it seemed as though Lois would refuse, but when Quagmire frowned, she swallowed hard and obeyed, her voice clearer but unsteady, “I am your slave, my M…Master and beg you to make me c…c…come.”
Instantly, Quagmire turned the vibrator to maximum and as devastating arousal exploded through her belly and her eyes widened to the knowledge of her complete surrender to the slavery imposed on her, Lois squealed shrilly in despairing ecstasy, her belly and breasts shaking and pulsing to massive convulsions as a huge orgasm burst over her.
For several minutes, she was uncaring of everything but the fury of her long-delayed release, not even trying to protest when she was re-gagged, until at last the spasms began to ease and she was able to regain a little of her shattered self-control while Quagmire casually unchained her from the plinth and led her back inside his home.
Bringing her to a halt her in the lounge, he gazed at her, unsmiling, “You have a decision to make, slave,” he said flatly, unbuckling her gag, “Either you can go back down to the cellar for the night, or you can pleasure me with your lips and tongue. Your choice.”
Lois gulped at the blunt ultimatum, her mind instantly replaying images of the few occasions when, under pressure from Peter, she had very reluctantly agreed to do just that.
She had not enjoyed kneeling before him and taking his maleness into her mouth to lick and suck him to full erection and had insisted that he pull out of her mouth before his climax…but at least it had been over quickly.
Definitely a lot more quickly and far more comfortably than spending another long night of being chained to the wall in Quagmire's cellar and subjected to tireless mechanical stimulation and forced orgasms.
Sucking in a deep breath, Lois made her decision and in a low, nervous voice replied, “I…uh, your slave…will pl…pleasure you, Master,” feeling her cheeks grow pink at her embarrassing capitulation.
Quagmire nodded firmly, “Very well, slave. On your knees at my feet.”
“But…but I'm still chained up, Master. Aren't you going to untie me?”
He gave a short laugh, “Not a chance, slave. You stay just as you are, so down you go and show me what you can do.
There was no point continuing to argue because she knew he wouldn't relent, so, awkwardly because of the rigid bar between her ankles, Lois sank slowly to her knees, her eyes widening as Quagmire unzipped his trousers, then ordered, “You can do the rest. It's good practice for a slave and Peter's going to love having you serve him like this.”
Lois knew he was right, Peter would definitely love it and as his slave, she would just have to get used to pleasuring him orally whether she liked it or not.
Taking a deep breath, she nuzzled her face into Quagmire's crotch, angling her head from side to side until she could manoeuvre his underwear to one side and release his semi-hard maleness.
For a long moment she faltered, understanding that she was about to take yet another giant step along the path towards becoming a genuine slave, then gulped and bent forward, her lips opening wide to take his shaft into her mouth.
Quagmire sighed with pleasure when her moist warmth surrounded him, then gripped the back of her head in his hands and pulled her tight to his groin, Lois's eyes widening in alarm as his rapidly hardening flesh grew thicker and longer, until it filled her mouth to capacity and bulged her cheeks.
Unable to draw back, her nostrils flared to draw in air and she tried to protest that it was too much, but even if he could understand the muffled complaint, chose not to act on it, instead ordering her to lick and suck and slide her pursed lips back and forth along his shaft.
Annoyed by the arrogant command, Lois didn't want to obey, but when Quagmire's left hand dropped from her head to her right nipple and squeezed hard enough to send a sharp twinge of pain through her breast and bring a gasp of anguish from her, Lois realised she had no choice but to submit and do exactly as he demanded.
Shocked by the ease with which he had crushed her attempted resistance, she moaned in despair to the fierce heat that re-ignited in her belly as his hand returned to the back of her head and he began to pump his hips, forcing her to time her breathing to his thrusts as he pillaged her mouth and his erection grew still larger.
There was nothing she could do but submit and when he reached his climax and his spend hosed into her mouth and throat, she spluttered and gasped and gulped madly in a desperate bid to stop herself choking on his hot, salty juices.
Not entirely successfully, a considerable quantity escaped to dribble down her cheeks and chin and splash across the upper slopes of her breasts.
When Quagmire finally released her head and slipped from her mouth, Lois flushed pinkly at the sight of the sticky evidence of her submission staining her body, then gasped and lifted her eyes to stare numbly up at him as he told her that she needed practise, but would soon improve as he and Peter continued her training as their slave.
Her mouth opened to protest and argue, but the words wouldn't come and when he smiled and nodded in confirmation, Lois slowly sat back on her heels, arched her back and spread her thighs as wide as she could to offer her body to his gaze.
Holding the pose, she trembled as Quagmire inspected her calmly, her belly swirling to the knowledge that she was displaying herself as a slave to a Master.
For five endless seconds, he said nothing…then, “You served me quite well, slave”
She licked her lips, then whispered nervously, “Th…Thank you…Master. Your slave will tr…try to get b…better, Master.”
“I know you will, slave,” he told her firmly, “Your Masters will insist that you do. Now, open your mouth.”
Gagged once again, with none of her other bonds released and her leash in Quagmire's fist, Lois had no choice but to follow him to the bedroom, her enforced obedience sending her arousal spiralling upwards in anticipation of sexual pleasure to come when he took her and used her fully.
By serving him as she had and then kneeling before him and displaying her body, she knew she had crossed a boundary that could not be re-crossed and in doing so, had accepted his Mastery over her and become his slave.
His slave…and her own husband's slave-wife to be, for when Peter learned of her submission, she was in no doubt whatever that he would be equally as keen as Quagmire to continue and extend her servitude and enjoy the benefits of exerting his absolute control and domination over her.
Highly aroused, Lois obeyed meekly when Quagmire ordered her to kneel in the centre of his bed but when he bent her forward until her forehead rested on the duvet and held her in place with one hand while the other unbuckled the straps holding the lower portion of the leather harness she wore, then slid the wetly-glistening vibrator from her sex, she gasped and her belly kicked powerfully.
Anticipating his entry into her belly, she opened her thighs as widely as the rigid bar between her ankles would permit, but instead of his fully-erect maleness sliding into her thoroughly-lubricated sex, Lois was shocked to feel it press insistently against the tight ring of her anus, then force its way past and drive on into her rear passage despite her shrill squeals and the frantic clenching of her muscle in a futile attempt to prevent it.
With Quagmire's strong hand pinning her down, there was nothing she could do to stop him and her face flushed a vivid crimson as for the first time in her life, a man's rock-hard shaft penetrated deep into her virgin bottom, her shame redoubling to the unexpected and unwanted sexual excitement and arousal that resulted from his ruthless plundering of her body as she squirmed the little she was able.
Grunting with effort, he thrust and thrust again and when his free hand found her left breast and squeezed her nipple just hard enough to bring a pained scream from behind her gag, Lois orgasmed helplessly, unable to resist the added stimulation.
Feeling her convulse around his embedded shaft, Quagmire lunged a final time and when his seed spurted into her bottom and her belly kicked and spasmed to the awesome power of her abject surrender to his ruthless domination, he smiled in satisfaction and savoured the knowledge that his training had been completely successful.
Lois Griffin…wife…mother…neighbour…long-desired object of his erotic fantasies…was now, thanks to his training…and the fierce sexual passion it had unleashed within her body…a hot, needy sex-slave for him.
A sex-slave who would serve him in any way he commanded, until it was time for her to be taken back to her home and prepared for the return of her other Master…her own husband…
PART 5
When Lois heard the sound of a key in the front door of her house, she twisted her head to gaze at the closed door of the bedroom, her eyes reflecting conflicting feelings of excitement and nervousness and embarrassment at the knowledge that Peter had returned from his course and was only moments away from discovering her as Quagmire had prepared her for him to find.
Bent over in a strict strappado, her arms roped tightly from wrists to upper biceps and raised high behind her to a newly-installed ringbolt in the ceiling, collared, gagged, her ankles held wide apart by a long spreader-bar, bare-breasted and wearing only a miniscule G-string, garter-belt, suspenders and stockings, perched on a pair of needle-thin stiletto-heels…
Even her thumbs and fingers were tied and with a taut rope connecting her collar to the centre of the spreader-bar to ensure her complete immobility, Lois was acutely aware that every inch of her body was freely available to anyone who came through the door and although she was almost certain it would be Peter, the remote possibility that it might not be, added an upward twist of mixed fear and arousal to her anticipation.
Knowing that even if wasn't him, she would still be unable to defend herself in any way from whoever the visitor might be, or prevent them from doing anything they wanted to her…
After weeks away on the course and even though Quagmire had kept him updated about Lois's training, Peter couldn't wait to see if he really had been able to transform Lois into the obedient and submissive sex-slave they had both fantasised about.
She had never expressed interest in any sort of kinky games and although their sex-life was reasonably good, it had become routine and a bit boring, so it was hard for him to imagine her as anything other than the familiar, comfortable wife he had known for so long.
Hurrying up the stairs he pushed open the bedroom door…
For long, frozen moments he simply stared in open-mouthed astonishment at the vision presented before him, mesmerised by Lois's forcibly bent, near-naked, tightly bound and gagged helplessness…then his face broke into a predatory smile of delighted anticipation and he walked slowly forward to a position just behind her upraised buttocks, clapping his hands in appreciation of her appearance and plight.
Recognising that it was Peter by the familiar pair of shoes she could see between her widely spread legs, Lois gave a muffled squeal when his hands reached out to fondle her upraised bottom-cheeks, but when she tried to squirm away from his touch, squealed again as he applied a stinging, double-handed smack to her defenceless bottom.
She hadn't been spanked by him since Chris and Meg became old enough to recognise the sound, but as heat flared through her buttocks, Lois gasped to the instant wave of fierce arousal that set her belly fluttering to the realisation that, bound and offered as she was, her Master and husband could spank her as much as he liked.
Spank her…and then take anything else he wanted from his slave-wife…
His slave-wife who, when his fingers tugged aside her flimsy G-string and his iron-hard erection thrust irresistibly into her wet-slick sex, greeted her subjugation to his will and domination with a gag-muffled scream of ecstasy and the chaotic pounding of her belly as she climaxed massively, to mark the beginning of her slavery to the second of the two Masters she must serve and satisfy…
Many months after her initiation as a slave, Lois knelt back on her heels, her spine erect, head up and hands palms-down on the fronts of her widely spread thighs, in the pose she had been trained to assume when in the presence of her Masters and awaiting their commands.
In her regular slave-costume of tight, black leather corset, matching elbow-length gloves and black G-string, with a large ball-gag sealing her red lips and glittering steel chain linking the collar padlocked around her slender throat to the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, she was a bondage fetishist's dream.
Exactly as Peter and Quagmire had visualised while discussing their favourite sexual fantasy in the pub.
Discussed…then brought to life by Quagmire's wide-ranging knowledge of and expertise in sexual techniques, coupled with his extensive collection of bondage equipment, vibrating toys and other devices for applying extreme stimulation and pleasure to a woman's body.
Aided in no small way, by the slightly masochistic and deeply submissive well of untapped sexual potential that Lois had never suspected she possessed…until after she was bound and gagged, unable to escape or resist the overwhelming passions his ruthless domination enforced upon her.
Forced to submit, she had surrendered far too completely to be able to deny the exquisite pleasure such utter subjugation had given her and although she had tried to fight not to give in to the ropes and chains that allowed her to experience such intense passions, could not overcome the newly-revealed truth of her own nature.
Until, after very nearly four weeks of Quagmire's skilful and relentless training, instead of bondage and sexual servitude being things she should resist and fight against, Lois had become conditioned to need and accept them both as essential and much-desired aspects of her changed status and new role of humble and obedient slave to her Masters.
Housewife and mother by day, collared and chained sex-slave at night, her services shared between Peter and Quagmire, Lois gave…and received…more and better sex than ever before, the constant heat of arousal in her belly quickly fanned into a blazing inferno whenever she was bound into helplessness for their pleasure and use, the power of her responses and depth of her desire to submit ever more fully to the explosive orgasms imposed on her by her Masters, testing even Quagmire's legendary stamina and sexual prowess…
She was their eager, willing sex-toy and slave…and if Lois sometimes wondered whether to confess that her conditioning by Quagmire had long since worn off and her continued obedience and submission was entirely by her own choice…in the end she always decided to say nothing that might result in the loss of a situation she had come to enjoy a great deal and suited her very well indeed.
After all, men weren't the only ones to have erotic fantasies…
Should Have Known Better · Part 2 (2/2)
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