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By Rick Dean (shadow_cross1@hotmail.com)


My true name is of no importance. Neither is where I'm from, what I do for a living, what my family life is like or even the name of my pet. Very few details are relevant here, however, we shall address those that are.

Firstly, I am to be addressed as "Master Raven" though "Lord Raven" also will suffice at times. I am a male who takes pleasure in dominating females that desire that type of lifestyle, as I do. Hence, I'm known as a "Dom" or Dominator. Females who give themselves to me freely are "Subs" or Submissive. This is a tidbit for those of you who are uninitiated in the lifestyle.


I think of myself as a firm yet loving, Master. One who will punish his sub when the need arises yet will reward her with my touch.. with my caring.. when she pleases me as she should. Unlike some Doms, I do not needlessly punish my sub or subs, only if the situation calls for it and generally it will at one point or another. When that happens I have many tools at my disposal for said punishment: paddles, a cat o' nine tails, a leather strap, clothes pins for the nipples etc. All bring out pleasure carefully mixed with a touch of pain which enhances the former sensation.

I am a Dom who is larger than life for my subs draw upon that.. feed upon my energy and in turn that strengthens me. "Lord Raven" is '6 6" tall, 280 pounds of muscle with jet black hair which stops at the small of my back above my ass. I have vibrant, green eyes which shine like a cats and a black goatee. It can make me appear more menacing or like a gentler man, depending upon the expression I wear upon my face at the time.

My wardrobe is mostly leather with boots that push my height to 6' 8," tight pants and a duster similar to the ones the cowboys once used that almost goes to the floor. When I look into the mirror I think I could easily pass for one of those wrestling dolts though for me, this is who I am and it is my lifestyle. What they do is gaudy theatrics which appeal to the lowest common denominator. Therefore there is no comparison.

I stated previously that where I'm from is of no significance and that's true for the most part though not entirely. I'm a native of New York City though for the past ten years I've been living in Washington state, north of Seattle. It was here that I met my main sub, Kristine Harris from Kamloops, B.C. , Canada. She, like most Canadians, enjoyed coming to the states for cheap beer, cheap dining and mostly getting away from the grind at home. She and I met in 1994 at a bar called "Hondos" in extreme northwestern Washington where we both had been imbibing in beer and whiskey.

Kristine was about 5' 2," 116 pounds with dark hair and green eyes that matched my own. She was 30 years old at the time we met and the mother of two young daughters. Her personality was that of someone who was intuitive, smart, humorous and introspective. As an intelligent male, I admired those qualities about her and could appreciate them wholly, unlike some men.

They would merely consider her apiece of ass.. another roll in the hay.. just another means in which to get their rocks off. I wouldn't allow it though, I was going to have her as mine and when two men approached her to speak within 15 minutes of the other I cast both an evil look as to say, move on. Both didn't hesitate and it allowed Kristine and I, who were then seated next to one another at the bar, to better get to know the other.

In time we had learned a great deal about each other. The alcohol loosened her inhibitions quite a bit while mine were never in check to begin with. We hadn't discussed then about finding a place to go and fuck but instead, what brought the other pleasure in the bedroom and things we'd like to attempt someday. I mostly kept my mouth shut and let her talk, she had quite a few drinks in her at that point and wasn't at a loss for words. She told me in great detail how she enjoyed performing oral sex on a man and demonstrated for me on her index finger as I watched.

First she dipped it into her shot glass, then pulled it out and held it high. Her tongue slipped out and lapped at the sides of her finger and caught a drop as it formed, almost falling to the floor. She giggled and then began to slide her finger down over her tongue and to the back of her throat. I grinned slightly, though not detectable to anyone there but her. She began to suck her finger up and down and then stopped asking, "Did you enjoy that?" and I merely nodded back as my smile grew.

From there she and I began a typical relationship with the other until the following year. It was then she and I was introduced into the Dom/Sub lifestyle by a movie we had seen called, "Bound By Leather". It was something that hadn't piqued my interest before or hers but the more times we watched it the more intrigued we were. She and I began to rent more tapes on the subjects of bondage and domination/submission and were enthralled by every second of what was on the tape. One scene had a much older man with a twenty-one or twenty-two year old female, clamping down on her nipples with clothespins as his large cock rammed in and out of her tight pussy. She screamed for him to fuck her harder and the elderly gent wasted no time in complying.

Kristine noticed that my cock was hardening in my Levis then and gave my cock a squeeze. "Want to try something like that?" She said. I said I did but wasn't sure where we should begin. She suggested then that I tie her up with some rope we had in the garage and cover her eyes with a bandana. I nodded and quickly arose from the couch onto my feet and went to search the garage for the rope. I found it ten minutes later and went into the bedroom we now shared. Kristine was completely naked already and had a bandana next to her side. "Tie me up and let's try it." She said, matter-of-factly. I then instructed her to lie down as we had seen one of the women in the video do, then secured her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed.

I made them as snug as possible without causing her any pain or discomfort, then folded the bandana three times so she couldn't see out of it before placing it over her eyes and tying it around the back of her head.

"This is pretty kinky!" she said laughing. I told her I had thought it was too as I began to first unbutton my shirt and place it aside on a nearby chair. My pants soon followed as did my socks and boxers until I was completely nude. Kristine said, "Alright now what are you going to do?" I hadn't had time to really give it much thought and after mulling it over for a few moments I went into our bathroom and retrieved her large brush with a circular handle. I made my way back into the bedroom and then took a pillow and shoved it under her backside forcing her pussy and ass into the air.

I really took great pleasure in orally pleasuring a woman and needed Kristine wet so to kill two birds with one stone, I lowered my head and began to perform cunninglus on her. She moaned to begin with and sighed softly as my tongue licked her vaginal lips for a few minutes before entering her. As I fucked her pussy with my tongue she moaned louder and tried to lift her hips but couldn't due to the restraints. I grasped her hips instead and pushed my tongue inside her as deeply as I could, then flicked it from side to side, rubbing her interior vaginal walls. Kristine bucked like a wild woman and thrashed about on our bed.

She had one of the most sensitive clits of any woman I had ever known and now as I sucked on it she let out a booming yell.

"Fuck me!," she screamed, "Fuck me now with your big cock, I want it inside me." I surprised us both when I simply said, "No." She stopped moving and tilted her head a bit, apparently thinking to herself, "What did he mean, no?!" I reiterated, "No Kristine I won't fuck you yet. You must beg me to fuck you soon." I couldn't see her eyes but her lips smiled sweetly and she let out a giggle. It turned into another moan when I quickly eased the hairbrush handle into her dripping pussy and began to move it in and out.

My thumb found her clit and I played with it while the hairbrush continued to violate her womanhood. Kristine was in the throes of ecstasy and for the next several minutes, begged me to fuck her and fuck her like I had meant it. I laughed but didn't say a word. I merely continued to fuck her pussy with that brush and then felt her vaginal muscles constrict around it as she was orgasming.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh... I'm cummming," She said in a high-pitched shriek. The entire bed shook with fury as she was consumed by the orgasm until a few moments later she was completely spent. I pulled the blindfold off of her, laid the brush aside and said, "So how was it for you?," then laughed every so slightly. She had a huge smile that stretched the width of her face and she replied, "It was fucking hot, I want to do more things like this the next time we play!"

I gave her a quick kiss on the lips and then said as though I were contemplating something, "We can... but next time... you can call me... Master." Kristine's eyes lit up even more and she nodded saying, "I like that!! You do have the look and charm, way more so than those guys in those porn flicks I thought."

I then thought back to those men in the movies and agreed with Kristine. None of them seemed to exude nearly as much charisma as I do and none were quite so intelligent or wildly handsome either. I knew modesty had never been one of my strong points but had to admit, I had just about every desirable trait there was in a man and why should I not indulge in what I have? As I was lost in my thoughts Kristine spoke up again, "But I can't call you just "Master," there has to be something else with it."

I thought Master alone was generic as well and we would have to come up with something else. Kristine kept suggesting names and I kept discounting them. "Master Shadow," I shook my head no, it sounded too much like a character from a video game. she continued, "Master Tiger," I again shook my head, "It sounds like a villain in an old Bruce Lee movie." She pondered some more and said, "Master Raven!" I thought that one over for a few moments and liked the ring it had, then said, "Master Raven it is!" then pulled my woman close for a deep, sexy wet kiss.

Over the course of then next couple of years, Kristine and I delved deeper still into the life of Dom and Sub. In public she were refer to me with my real name as would I with her. At home or in a private place she would refer to me as Master Raven and she would merely be called "slave". Words alone were exciting, though there were times she needed her loving Master to punish her for displeasing him in some manner.

Once, I recall in 1996, my slave was to knead her Master's feet and work out the soreness of them from his long work day, however she had forgotten and had gone out to visit a her sister instead. When she eventually returned home she found me waiting for her at the door with a large oak paddle in hand.

This paddle was rectangular and roughly 12 inches long by 6 inches wide by 3 inches thick. It had holes twenty or so holes drilled into it so when the flesh was struck it intensified the pain a bit more. I merely had it in hand, holding it up for Kristine to see vividly as she walked into the door. Immediately upon seeing it she remembered, "Master I apologize for not being here to massage your feet, I had forgotten about that."

I walked over to my slave, towering over her, took her by the hand and walked with her into the living room. I said, "As you well know, slave, excuses of any type are not acceptable with your Master. It is time for you to be punished."

I believe I saw a glimmer in her eye, as she hoped to get exactly what she was about to receive. I turned her around, undid her zipper on her jeans and pulled them down. I then did the same with her thong and pulled it down to her ankles, then placed her stomach across my legs. Just as she had gotten across both legs and was still, I raised the large paddle and struck her ass with it soundly. It made a hollow sound which reverberated throughout the house. Kristine winced and her body constricted as I landed the first blow but didn't say a word. I raised my paddle and struck her ass again and again, the sound bouncing off the walls and echoing over and over in both our ears.

When it was finished I said, "You may now get up slave.," which she did, I looked at her, now crimson ass, and smiled at my handiwork. Kristine quickly pulled up her thong and then her pants and made her way into the kitchen to make us dinner. That was but one of many times she and I shared together as a loving Master and his submissive.

In 1997 however, Kristine and I bought a computer and it was there we began to talk to others online who shared the same interests as we. One woman in particular became a close friend, though she had gotten out of the BDSM lifestyle a few years prior. Her name is Bev Drew and she's an Australian though living in San Diego, California now. As we formed a longstanding friendship and began to know more of the other, she introduced Kristine and I to her cousin, Ann Mellis from Adelaide.

Apparently Bev had told Ann over a year back how she enjoyed being in the states and Ann came over at her first available opportunity, so she was there now living with Bev and her friends.

Ann never had tried anything so wild as what her cousin had done years prior but decided from conversations with Bev and I that she'd much enjoy trying the submissive lifestyle. For the next few months, Ann began to engage in an online Master/Sub relationship with me, being my second as the case would be, directly behind Kristine. I gave her my permission to then seek out those in San Diego who could introduce her to BDSM in person and then report back what had happened.

Ann did just as she was instructed and became involved with a group who got together on the weekends to engage in the lifestyle for mutual satisfaction. Her Dom in San Diego didn't have the most original title, "Master Steve," but I suppose it suited him. Ann sent Kristine and I a picture of "Master Steve," and he appeared to look more like a schoolteacher than a Dom. He was about 5 ' 9," 150 pounds with a receding hairline and thick glasses. I laughed when I saw him but told Ann this was likely the best way for her to get her education of the lifestyle, at least until she could meet Kristine and I.

In the spring of 1999, Kristine, Ann and I decided it was time to meet face to face and live out more fantasies in the flesh. I had considered her time with "Master Steve" to be nothing more then a prelude for the main event, which was being with me. After all, who is more capable of teaching Ann the proper way to love and respect a master than I? No one, indeed.

In April, Ann flew from San Diego to Seattle where Kristine and I met her at the airport. Upon arrival she had no trouble whatsoever picking us out of the crowd. As I've said before I exude power, confidence and a brilliance no other can hope to match. Ann was drawn to Kristine and I like a moth to a flame. She and Kristine are both about the same height and so gave the other a huge hug and mentioned how great it was to finally meet face-to-face. Ann then looked up....way up.. at me and remarked, "My God, you are such a big bloke.. huge!" I laughed and leaned far down to hug her. I wasn't in my Dom persona now but I knew the others around us could feel the power I emitted from my being. Someone so much larger than life in their presence.. it had to be a humbling thing.

We loaded up our SUV and drove for an hour and a half to the remote home Kristine and I shared. The women talked the entire time while I drove and listened to the radio. When we were within ten minutes of the house I turned to Ann and said, "When we reach the home, Kristine will take you upstairs to your room where you will change into the leather outfit which has been laid out for you. Kristine will then put on the one she owns that matches. You will both then come down to the fireplace and take your place on the floor on either side of me."

I looked at Ann and she nodded. I then said, "When you face my direction you will always cast your eyes to the floor, never making contact with me," I went on, "In addition, you will always address me from this point on as either Master Raven, Master or Lord Raven, do you understand slave?" Ann cast her eyes at the floor and nodded then softly said, "Yes master."

A few moments later we pulled into the garage and I closed the door. I grabbed Ann's luggage and carried it to her room with she and Kristine a few steps behind me. I then walked down the hall to the bedroom Kristine and I shared and began to change out of my casual clothes into my leather vest, pants and boots. I also placed a tight fitting pair of leather gloves on that I owned where the fingers came out the ends and then picked up a large leather strap and carried it downstairs to the couch.

Roughly ten minutes later or so, Kristine and Ann made their way down the stairs and over to me. Both had their collars on and a leash which was about 5 feet long sticking off the sides. Kristine held Ann's leash and her own until both made their way over to me. They then took their place on the floor on either side of me and I took both leashes which Kristine handed to me.

Neither spoke a word and so I said, "Slave Ann, it pleases your Master to finally have you here in Washington with he and his first." Ann nodded and I continued, "Now, what do you think that you're finally here." Ann trembled a little and said, "Master, I'm very excited to be here with you and Slave Kristine... I only now wish to do your bidding." I reclined back onto the couch, never relinquishing hold of the leashes for an instant.

"You shall, Slave Ann, you shall. Firstly you and Slave Kristine are to lick my leather boots clean I do not want either of you to miss a spot or I will be very displeased and neither of you want that." Both women shook their heads no and both began to lean down to my leather-clad feet. I watched Ann's tongue first snake out and began to move sideways across the material of the boot, cleaning wherever it went. Kristine's did the same though she started to lick the top of my boot above the toes, giving very slow strokes as she went.

As both women continued to cleanse my boots I said, "I am sure you're curious as to why I have so many mirrors adorning the walls and ceiling aren't you, Slave Ann?" She never replied, simply kept cleaning my boot to the best of her ability. I spoke up again, gesturing with my hands all around as I looked from left to right and back again, "Well you see it's because I'm so desirable... so gorgeous and beautiful, I really can't take in enough of myself at any given time, so the mirrors help out wonderfully." I continued on, "Do you know where the word "narcissism" is derived from, Ann?" She softly shook her head no and continued still to lick away at my boots.

"In Greek mythology, there once was a King of great beauty and renown throughout the land.

This King was much like myself in the respect that he loved his image and couldn't stand the thought of not seeing his reflection for any length of time. This man was King Narcissus and the king would sit for hours by a pool of water, simply gazing away at his magnificent looks. For King Narcissus it was a great task to tear himself away from his visage on a daily basis to do the things he must do to ensure his survival.

One day, however, King Narcissus simply could not leave the pool! He had to leave the pool.. he had to eat and take in sustenance to continue living... but he couldn't leave his handsome image behind! So.. poor King Narcissus starved to death as he looked into his own reflection for the last time."

Ann never said a word after I recounted the story for her and Kristine didn't utter a word either. Both were too busy obeying their Master's order to speak. I finally said, "Therefore, being a narcissist is by no means a desirable thing if you allow yourself to starve to death. Thankfully in this day and age I can order a pizza over the phone and have it here in 30 minutes, and no matter where I go in the house I'll always have a reflection of my beauty gazing back. Poor King Narcissus just happened to live in the wrong century, in my opinion."

I laughed out loud and then reclined back farther onto the couch as both women licked my boots for perhaps, another twenty minutes or so. Kristine finally spoke up and said, "Master Raven, Slave Kristine and Slave Ann are finished cleaning your boots."

I sat upright on the couch, then removed both boots to inspect them, first the boot Kristine licked then the one Ann had cleansed. I carefully looked over Kristine's boot first and scrutinized every little thing but couldn't find anything wrong and said, "Slave Kristine, you did an admirable job." She let out a sigh of relief as I set it down and then picked up the boot Ann had cleaned. As I looked closely I noticed Ann had missed a small piece of dirt on the back of the boot near the heal and a small streak which was on the top of the boot remained also. "Slave Ann!" I said in a stern, sharp voice.

"You did a terrible job of cleaning your Master's boot! Now you must be punished!". I instructed Ann to stand and had Kristine to pull down her leather panties, exposing her soft, white flesh.

Ann then said, "Master, I'm sorry Master for not doing as good a job as I needed to do." to which I said, "Slave Ann, it's too late for excuses now! It's time for your punishment my Slave." I then had her lay across Kristine's lap as I kneeled on the floor behind Ann. I took the leather strap which I had brought down with me earlier and pulled it roughly ten inches or so from her ass and brought it down sharply.

Ann let out a yelp and wiggled as I landed the first blow. I then gave her ass a squeeze where the leather had hit and momentarily rubbed it before striking her other asscheek this time. Ann yelped again and I said, "Next time you will make sure you comply 100% with what your Master wishes, will you not Slave Ann?!" She said, choking back tears, "Yes Master I shall make you happy next time." I nodded my head in approval and struck her ass one final time and then had Kristine pull her panties back up.

"Slave Ann," I began, "I don't know for certain what Steve would tolerate or not but I expect a great deal more than I think he would." I turned to Kristine and said, "Take Slave Ann up to the Chambers and I'll join you both momentarily." Slave Kristine nodded at me and grasped Ann's leash taking her up the stairs and then into a room at the far end of the hall out of my line of vision.

After going to the kitchen and drinking a glass of ice water I made my way upstairs and joined my slaves in "The Chamber," as Kristine and I called it. Though we practiced our Master/Slave lifestyle throughout the house, this room was where most of the things we did were carried out. As I made my way inside, on either side of the door like silent sentries were my rottweilers, Sampson and Goliath. Each dog was much like their Master, extremely powerful though usually gentle unless provoked. I stroked Sampson's head first, then Goliaths before striding up to Slave Kristine and Slave Ann, each which were roughly 15 feet ahead and kneeling with their eyes cast at the floor.

"Now we're going to indulge in a bit more fun, Slaves." I said as I walked a large circle around the two women. I stopped in front of both and continued, "Both of you are to get onto your feet now and completely undress." Ann and Kristine quickly did as I instructed and stripped off their leather bra, then their leather panties before placing them onto nearby comforter.

When they were finished, both women cast their eyes back down to the floor and stood side by side, shoulder to shoulder. I walked around them both inspecting their bodies as carefully as I had inspected my boots earlier when they licked them clean. Ann had sent naked pics of herself to Kristine and I before but she was even more attractive in person. I kneeled down and looked closely at her pussy. It was completely smooth on the mound as well as her outer lips and even down to her asshole. I rubbed her pussy twice with my fingers and Slave Ann shuddered just a bit but remained still.

I instructed Ann and Kristine to then look up at me into my eyes and I said, "Slave Ann, you are to be bound to the bed with your arms and legs spread and a blindfold over your eyes. What do you think of that?" Ann said, "Whatever you wish to do with me my Master, I am your loyal, obedient slave." I nodded my head as to confirm what she had just said, then took her by the hand to the bed and laid her out spread eagle.

Kristine walked over next to me and took out four silk scarves. With those I firmly secured Ann's ankles and wrists to the four corners of the bed. I then took a bandana which was colored like an American flag and folded it over onto itself, then tied it in the back behind Ann's head where she couldn't see out. I then placed a rubber ball into Ann's mouth and off to the sides of it, a leather harness which attaches in the back of the head so she can't spit it out. Lastly I took a large feather pillow and placed it under Ann's asscheeks, which thrust her pussy into the air.

I stood back when I was finished to behold my handiwork, then grabbed my digital camera to take a few pictures so that I could upload them to the internet later on. I set the camera back down on a table and said to Kristine, "Now slave, I wish for you to kneel between Slave Ann's legs and you're going to eat her pussy." Kristine immediately said, "Yes Master Raven," then got onto the bed, laid onto her stomach and began to lick and tease the outer lips of Ann's pussy with her tongue.

For good measure I took two clothespins and placed them onto Ann's nipples, then once again picked up the digital camera to take pictures of Kristine going down on her in this bound and gagged state.

After taking twenty or so pictures from various angles, I sat next to Kristine on the bed and watched her lips wrap themselves around Ann's clit. Kristine massaged the clit with her tongue and brushed it from side to side, back and forth while Ann writhed in a combination of pleasure and pain. As Kristine continued to eat Ann I clicked off a few up close pictures, then made my way to the bathroom. I returned a few moments later with a jar of Vaseline and an empty longneck bottle of Bud Ice beer.

"Stop licking Ann and lube up her asshole." I told Kristine. She immediately complied and dabbed on a copious amount of Vaseline, then smeared it all over Ann's asshole. The remainder she smeared onto her asscheeks. Kristine then used her thumb on her left hand to pry Ann's asscheek open once again and took the beer bottle and rubbed the neck back and forth over her asshole. Ann bucked and thrashed some on the bed then her body stiffened as Kristine pushed the bottle inside her sphincter a few inches. I then instructed Kristine to begin pushing it back and forth, as though it were a cock.

Kristine complied and pushed the empty bottle in and out of Ann's asshole at a faster pace. My cock was very hard watching this occur and so I snapped off a few more pictures of what was happening, then set the camera aside once again so that I could masturbate myself. Being that my physical size is rather large and imposing it would stand that my cock would be rather large as well. Fully hard it's 8" long and 3 inches thick, much more than some women can accommodate. I Thought not would be the time to see how much my Australian slave could handle and so I walked over to her on my knees and took the rubber ball from her mouth.

Ann sighed and then moaned loudly once it was removed. I spoke up and said, "Slave Ann, it is now time to suck on your Master's cock." She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out a little ways as I pushed the rather bulbous head of my cock inside her mouth and then forced more of my manhood in, bit by bit.

As I turned to look back over my shoulder, Kristine was still fucking Ann's asshole with the bottle. I turned back to Ann and stroked her hair while my hips moved like a piston and my generous cock fucked her mouth. In and out my cock went, back and forth over her warm, wet tongue like a blur. Ann moaned from all the pleasure she was receiving from both myself and Kristine and sucked my cock harder now.

I tilted my head back to look at the mirror on the ceiling and said, "Yes Slave Ann, keep sucking me my little whore, I'm cumming now." Ann continued to do as told and within another thirty seconds, my seed had erupted onto her tongue and to the back of her throat. She swallowed and swallowed again taking down as much sperm as she could but yet still, some escaped the sides of her mouth. I pulled my cock out and told Slave Kristine to come and lick the remainder off Ann's lips and cheeks.

Kristine was eager to please her Master and quickly crawled up the length of the bed and began to lick the sides of Ann's mouth where the upper and lower lips meet. Slave Ann's tongue crept out and for a brief moment she and Kristine sucked the other's tongues with abandon while I yet clicked a few more pictures with my digital camera.

I said to both, "Are my loyal Slaves satiated yet?" I thought Ann was on her way to getting there but Kristine had yet to be pleasured in any way. She shook her head and said, "In all honestly, Master, no I am not."

I stroked her hair with my fingers and said, "I didn't think you were yet my primary Slave." I then instructed her to untie Ann, which she eagerly did, then had her take her place in our swing. It is attached to the ceiling and when a woman is in it her legs are lifted high, giving whomever, direct access to her pussy and asshole.

After Ann was untied I took her chin into my hand and looked into her eyes and spoke, "Now tell me completely and truthfully, Ann, what did you think of that experience." She smiled brightly and said, "Master Raven, it was truly hot and satisfying and I'm glad we gave it a go!"

I nodded at her and told her to stay where she was, which was a few feet from Kristine who now was in her swing. I walked behind Kristine and took one of the scarves we had used on Ann and tied Kristine's wrists together, then took the bandana and placed it snugly over her eyes. Her legs were wide open in the swing and I gave her a slight push. She rocked back and forth and even giggled slightly, perhaps thinking I wouldn't hear.

Tapping Ann on the shoulder I said, "You are going to kneel in front of Kristine, my Slave and when she comes forward to you, you'll lick her pussy, when she comes back towards me, you shall not." Ann merely nodded and said, "Yes my Master as you say." She then knelt onto the soft Persian rug and I took my place behind Kristine with another paddle. This paddle round and thin, much like a ping pong paddle though with one exception: this one had small bumps protruding out which caused a great stinging sensation when they struck the butt.

I pushed Kristine the first time and she swung towards Ann who leaned up, gave her pussy one soft lick and then back to me again. When she swung backwards I would take my paddle and slap her exposed asscheeks with it. Kristine now was experiencing pain in one direction and pleasure in the other. She would moan from both though and smiled when Ann's tongue would contact with her clit, then jump slightly when the paddle struck her posterior.

After ten minutes of this I held her swing back and held the paddle, repeatedly slapping her asscheeks with it until they turned a very vibrant shade of red. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she cried aloud for a few moments until the pendulum swung the other way. I then held the swing forward and instructed Ann to eat her out until Kristine came. Kristine moaned loudly as Ann's tongue first licked and teased her outer lips, then began lap at her inner lips before finally sucking on her clit and fucking her with two of her fingers.

Kristine said, "Muh... Master... per... permission... permission to speak Master?" I exhaled deeply and said, "Yes Slave Kristine speak what's on your mind." She was silent for a few moments and said, "Thank you Master.. thank you for everything, this whole experience has been very fucking hot... I've creamed all over my thighs and I think on Ann's tongue." She giggled then some and looking over at Ann's face I noticed that was an accurate statement.

I then handed the paddle to Ann and told her she would stand where I was before. I then stood up and used a pulley system we had to raise Kristine and her swing higher towards the ceiling. I then held her ankles firmly and every time she came forward her pussy would impale itself onto my hard cock and when it swung back toward Ann, she'd strike Kristine's ass with the paddle. Kristine moaned once again from the pleasure she was receiving and we continued to do this for the next twenty minutes until Kristine had came on my very hard cock.

Once we were finished I took Kristine down and she, Ann and I spent the rest of the night taking turns, fucking the other. After a month there Ann had to go back to San Diego but we all enjoyed the time we had with I being friend, lover and Master. In fact, once Ann had everything in order in San Diego she moved back to live with Kristine and I, my charm, intellect and handsome features being too much for her to resist.

To those who are unsure about the Master/Slave/BDSM lifestyle I only need say, try it once and you won't regret it. You will regret not trying it if it's something you'd like to do but never give it a chance. Just some sage advice from Master Raven and his loyal Slaves, Kristine and Ann.

~Fini~