The Training of Cecelia Ch. 02

"Oh, but you will soon. I'm just beginning to push your boundaries," he said, as he walked around the bed I was sitting on carrying some rope, sat down next to me, and tied my wrists together... in front of me, thank God... and then maneuvering me into a strange position, he lifted me up with a forearm beneath my belly and brought my bound wrists underneath me towards my legs, before tying them to my ankles... and thus face planting me into the bed. Totally exposed and vulnerable, I mused that this must be what a face down, ass up position would be. "This will be uncomfortable at first, but eventually you'll get used to it."

"Yes, Master," I said with outward docility, but not certain he was correct about the getting used to it part, although the uncomfortable part was true already.

He then got off the bed and fixed a bar between my ankles, keeping them about eighteen inches apart. I hated my total helplessness, and yet I was powerfully turned on.

"I hope this means I'm getting that big dick of yours," I said.

"Not until you've earned it, or at the very least begged sufficiently for it," he said, as I then felt something shoved into my mouth... and strapped around my head. A ball gag. It seemed I wouldn't be doing any begging anytime soon!

Instead of his dick, I felt a vibrating toy slid into my pussy. "Mmmmmm," I moaned into the gag, wishing I could say something nasty to him. Reliving last night, then this morning seeing him getting head under the kitchen table, my being kissed and touched by Barbara, and now a toy in my pussy, had me completely ready to erupt.

He once again lifted me up and propped three cushions beneath me, so instead of being face planted, I could now see immediately in front of myself, but only a couple feet or so. He then placed an iPad in front of me, so just about all I could see was its screen.

"Now watch these videos, but no coming," he instructed.

I would have argued that this prohibition seemed impossible to comply with, but I was bound securely with a gag in my mouth, so my protests literally never left my mouth.

"I'll be back in a couple of hours," he said casually, and left me to it.

Again I wanted to say something, to plead with him to fuck me, yet all I could do was perch within the cushions on a fulcrum of my hands and feet, in a very awkward and strange doggy style position, and sort of enjoy the teasing vibrations inside me while resisting coming because of them, and watch the video placed before me from about a foot away.

The first video had been filmed in this very room, on this very bed, and it showed a big boned blonde with her face pixilated out, taking simultaneous cocks in her pussy and ass... a kink I'd never tried, and in all truth never even fantasized about. I'd done a few wild things in my youth: in the early days of my professional career I'd sometimes used my mouth and body to get something I wanted, but I'd never given up my ass... it just didn't seem erotic... I was never intrigued... it was just an out hole... plus, it seemed so unsanitary.

This blonde would disagree with me. She had a gorgeous English accent with which she begged, "Double team my holes, fuck my arse, fuck it good."

Hearing the word 'arse' made me smile. I couldn't explain why, but arse sounded dirtier than the American 'ass'... and also somehow kinkier. Her performance didn't make me want to take a dick in my ass, but she made it apparent that she found it very pleasurable.

"What are you?" Paul's voice asked.

"I'm a dumb cunt who loves a dick in her arsehole and another knob in my quim, while my useless husband wanks himself," she said, looking right at the camera, assumedly her husband either filming or near the camera, or perhaps the video was for him to see later.

Which made me wonder.

How would my husband Joseph take my infidelity?

How well or how badly would he take watching another man's cock using my mouth or my pussy?

How would he take meeting Paul, with my introducing him as my Master? Especially if I did it while almost naked, and down on my hands and knees while Paul held my leash?

How would he take being turned into a cock sucker, and then ass fucked, like Paul had told me he'd someday do to him?

But did Paul actually fuck men? He didn't seem like a man who'd fuck another man. He was a man's man. A man who knew what he wanted and took it. I simply couldn't imagine his fucking another man. Yet a week ago, I also couldn't have imagined myself naked and bound in another man's sex room watching porn, praying for him to hurry back so he could use me any which way he wanted!

Fuck!

"Oh yes, come in my arse, come in my shit box, so my cuckold husband can crawl over here and eat my gaping arsehole while it's leaking with a real bloke's cum," the woman spoke wickedly. If I didn't know this was a homemade porn film shot in Paul's sex room, I would assume this was a scripted video. No one talked like that in real life... yet there she was... and here I was... which was where she'd been... which... I must have been getting delirious since my head was spinning!

As I continued watching, her moans getting louder, her speech getting nastier, and Paul becoming equally verbal (for some reason the man in her other hole... and which hole each man was in I couldn't say, since all I could see was her pixilated face and her tits, that weren't), I couldn't help but replay my week just past, and how I'd progressed from a strong, no-nonsense businesswoman to being here almost naked, securely bound and completely lacking in any control of my actions whatsoever. And even including the frustration of my constant struggle against coming, I was pleased as punch to be here!

I'd known within a minute of meeting Paul there was something about him... something magnetic... something that drew me to him like a moth to a flame, even while his eyes saw through my tough no-nonsense exterior to the submissive inside me who was silently yearning to be allowed to come out and play.

"Yesssss, he's coming in my arse, Harold," the woman screamed, and this nasty revelation appeared to trigger her orgasm.

I didn't want to get ass fucked... it still seemed so wrong... yet knowing I likely wouldn't have any choice about it, the idea of cum getting shot up my ass was oddly intriguing.

The scene shifted to a different woman, who was being fisted... something I had indulged in more than a few fantasies about doing. The idea of taking a fist, or even a wrist, or perhaps even an entire forearm up my cunt, was a highlight of my bucket list that really turned me on... although in all my fantasies, it had been a woman doing it to me... and in this case it was a man, likely Paul who was fisting this hairy pussy... the shot an extreme closeup of only that, so I couldn't remotely tell what the woman looked like... I could only listen to hear her moaning while the forearm fucked her.

Could I take a fist?

And a wrist?

Or an entire forearm?

I recalled how in our meetings, Paul's eyes had always appeared able to see right into me. And if he really could... he'd know I wanted this. To be fist fucked.

"Oh fuck, I'm so full!" the woman moaned.

"Only real sluts take entire fists up their cunts," Paul informed her (and me), confirming my suspicion about whose fist this was.

"That's what you've turned me into... a real slut," the woman accused, but not in a blameful way, just giving credit where it was due.

"No, you were always a real slut, you just didn't know it," he corrected her.

This was similar to something he'd said to me. He'd seen in me what my blind husband hadn't detected in more than twenty years of marriage... my need to be used... to be dominated...

"Yes, you awoke the submissive slut within me," she moaned, sounding like her orgasm was rising.

Perhaps that was true for me too, or at least partially true. Maybe I'd always been a slut and was just afraid to act like one.

I'd always known I had this slutty side inside me dying to come out. From the porn I watched. The erotica I read. The fantasies I had. The sexual extremes I'd gone to with strangers a few times when I was younger, that I'd always judged myself so harshly for afterwards... they all pointed to that side of me.

So Paul wasn't necessarily awakening the submissive slut within me, but was rather just giving her permission to come out and play... was telling her she wasn't shameful but natural... and was helping me to accept that this dirty side of myself wasn't a catastrophic character flaw or a fatal weakness. For that's what I'd always told myself after my orgasm had ended from a nasty masturbation experience of imagining myself being treated like a slut.

And as Barbara had told me earlier... the result was liberating!

"Ooooooh, fuck," the woman screamed, as she came from the fisting. Paul pulled his arm out, and her cum sprayed all over the place, like a faucet had burst. Again something I'd only seen in porn... although with the volume of fluids I'd squirted when I came yesterday following all that teasing may have been close.

I couldn't help but imagine Karen, my secretary cum pussy eater at work, and very recently my new friend and Mistress, spreading my legs on my desk and fist fucking me.

The scene switched to a slender black woman with cocks in all three of her holes... being fucked airtight.

Getting spit-roasted back in the day had been exhilarating (until the shame always hit me afterwards), and I knew I'd love to get fucked from both ends again... big lovely cocks using my pussy and mouth as I bounced back and forth like a rocking horse... but this time guilt free! Or at least that was my hope... Barbara had told me it would become a possibility once Paul had gotten my husband Joseph on board with my new lifestyle. And with his new lifestyle as well!

I wondered why Paul was making me watch all of this. Was he foreshadowing each of those events happening to me? Or was he only trying to drive me wild with hot, nasty homemade porn while he had me bound, helpless and with a toy buzzing slowly in my pussy.

Then it hit me!

Had he filmed my submission last night?

Was he filming me right now?

And if he had filmed me last night and/or was doing it now, would he add me to this compilation?

And was I okay with that?

He had blurred the faces of both women I'd seen so far, and I hadn't seen any more than the cunt of the fisted girl.

"Oh yeah, this bitch loves it," someone who wasn't Paul said.

The woman moaned on the cock in her mouth in response as I wondered... even after everything I'd submitted to so far... including giving myself to Paul mind, body and soul... and cheating on Joseph with very little guilt and absolutely no remorse... I wasn't sure I could ever go this far. Being ass fucked. Then once that hurdle was surmounted, being fucked airtight.

Somehow cheating on Joseph with Paul I felt okay with, since I felt strongly that Paul was my sexual kindred spirit while Joseph never had been, so it didn't really feel like cheating... but fucking a second guy, or a third one, would unquestionably qualify.

I know that logic is irrational, but it made sense to me.

I'd obviously crossed a line... a crossing that could never be undone. Yet there were still other lines I wasn't prepared to cross... but then I realized with foreboding that I'd declared I would obey Paul without hesitation no matter what... and I'd pledged to be his willing slave with no expiration date... body, mind and soul.

The video switched to a Latina, at least her body type suggested she was one. She was kneeling at a gloryhole bobbing on a cock, presumably a stranger's, through a hole in the wall.

Very much like the fisting, this one excited me.

The idea of sucking a stranger's cock, or better yet several strangers' cocks, through a barricade concealing the men's and my identities I found extremely exciting, and this was one of my ultimate fantasies. I'd been tempted a couple times while visiting distant cities to explore the experience ... but had resisted the temptation.

Cock after seemingly endless cock!

Load after endless load!

The girl then stood up, turned her huge booty around, and backed up to take a cock in her pussy.

"Fuck, that's so hot," I moaned into the gag. (Well I knew what I was saying, even though nobody else could have made any sense of it.)

This gloryhole wasn't inside a dirty bathroom like in every porn film, but it was in what looked like a very nice room... it was even carpeted. Which made me wonder if this gloryhole was here in Paul's house! It seemed unlikely, but that's what popped into my head.

Then I wondered fancifully if I could somehow create a gloryhole in one of the men's rooms at work, so I could extract a few doses of cum from my employee's cocks in an attempt to give something meaningful back to them... and thus making amends for my harsh treatment of them over the years.

Which brought me to what in retrospect should have been an obvious question. Why weren't there any gloryholes for women... you know, where women (or perhaps men as well) could eat pussy discreetly! in 2021 wouldn't one think this was a brilliant idea?

How many women who were straight but curious, or bi and hungry for pussy, or lesbians just cruising for anonymous cunt, would frequent such a service? But I needed a label for this innovation. Pie spread? Cherry dive? Peach dip? Beaver pie?

Actually, this version of a gloryhole and thus the label, made a lot of sense, since it would give any woman, perhaps even a very shy one, the opportunity to savor the glory of another woman's sweet hole. Maybe the gloryholes for cocks should be renamed instead. Dick stop? Cock suckers' delight? Jizz emporium?

I shook my head at how meandering my thoughts were becoming while I watched this woman bouncing back onto the cock in the wall. The videos in front of me and the buzzing inside me were driving me wild, and they were turning my brain into a muddled mess... which truth be told, it really had been ever since Paul had first walked into my office.

The woman spun around, dropped back to her knees and devoured the cock. Unfortunately there was no sound for this clip, but assumedly she swallowed his load. God could I use a load, or even two.

The video changed scenes again... this one with sound again... and this time it was two girls in a 69 while Paul, I assumed it was Paul, was fucking the one on top.

I imagined Karen and my sharing this same 69, with me on the bottom licking her pussy while Paul fucked her from behind.

As I imagined this menage, I couldn't help but be shocked all over again to recall learning that behind Karen's persona of married with a kid who'd just turned three, my secretary who'd willingly for years been eating my pussy whenever I beckoned her, was actually, or perhaps was also, a dominant woman who had a stable of at least several pussy lickers in our office building... something I hoped to learn lots more about while I progressed in my sexual awakening.

Like I did, she hid her true sexual identity behind a businesslike façade... just like Barbara did as well... and I now decided, like many women must be doing.

"Oh yes, fuck me," the top woman moaned to the onscreen Paul, and I really wished someone would fuck me right now! I was so horny I'd likely be eager to fuck the next man I saw, regardless of his age, looks, body type... I just needed anyone's dick pounding my pussy and giving me permission to come so fucking bad ... this toy inside me right now, along with my being forbidden to orgasm, was super fucking frustrating.

I begged aloud to Paul... whether he was present or not... to please make me come, but of course my pleas were muffled into incoherent babble.

As I watched, I wondered who else at work might be willing to let me dine on her pussy ... one more reason to begin hiring more women.

Just like giving myself mindlessly to Paul, I also didn't view my eating more pussies or allowing more women to eat mine, as cheating.

I wondered how long I'd been bound here like this. However long it was, it was very uncomfortable by now.

Paul came in the girl's pussy, pulled out, and the girl on the bottom leaned up to dine on that assumedly delicious cream pie... another thing I'd love to try... eating a man's cum from a freshly fucked pussy. Mmmmmmmmm!

The scene changed again, and this time I audibly gasped. I mean as audible as anyone could gasp with a ball gag wedged inside their mouth.

A naked woman with huge tits was kneeling in a men's bathroom, and she was being pissed on!

Now this wasn't a kink I'd ever even considered! Of course I'd run across the term golden shower once or twice, but I'd never given the possibility of actually doing it... from either vantage point... any consideration at all. That was a style of kink I wasn't remotely interested in.

No way would I ever want anyone to pee on me. That would be sinking to a level of degradation I wanted absolutely no part of. None! The sight of it actually caused my burning pussy to chill a little, while cock after cock, and then even two women, pissed all over her face and tits while calling her filthy names, and then strolled out, once they'd emptied themselves on her. The woman even kept her mouth wide open to catch as much of the urine as she could, which made this disgusting visual even worse. Why would anyone willingly allow that to happen?

Then as yet another stream of piss was entering her mouth, she brought her hand to her pussy and frantically rubbed herself... and then came in under a minute, while she even swallowed a mouthful of the vile stuff!

What the fuck? Who would actually do this? Who the hell would allow themselves to be humiliated and degraded like that? And then to get off from it?! Incomprehensible!

Paul sure as fuck had better not want me to get pissed on. That was a line I surely wasn't willing to cross. Ever!

The video changed again, thank God, and this one rekindled the flame inside me. A petite Asian woman (I'm pretty sure she was Asian), with long, straight lavender hair reaching almost to her ass, was on her knees while about a dozen men encircled her... each of their dicks hard and looking ready to erupt.

The girl crawled from cock to cock, sucking one and stroking two others at each stop.

Totally unlike the previous scene, this one was hot. I mean it was really hot!

This was another of my recurring fantasies. Having an abundance of cocks loaded and ready to explode all over my face was the ultimate rush. The feeling of even just one man's warm cum on my face... the most I'd ever experienced at a time... had always been a turn-on for me... perhaps it was because of my submissive nature... perhaps my secret desire to be humiliated... or perhaps it was only the warm sensations of a man's cum splattering on my face along with the knowledge of what it was... but it had always turned me on big time.

But a dozen loads... all coating my face... fuck... so hot!

God, did I need to come! But frustratingly, I wasn't allowed to. Nevertheless, I almost did! But I managed not to.

Instead I just watched, as cock after cock unleashed a massive load all over this Asian beauty's face... which although it was partially blurred out without overly hampering the visual, it was still hot as fuck.

She moaned while each load splashed down on her.

She continually begged for even more cum.

And once all those pistols had shot their loads, she scooped the accumulated cum off her face and ate it by the handful!