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Suddenly there were two little streams, then three, with Annette sitting in the middle of them, a bemused expression on her face.

I didn’t know what to say. I found the scene disturbingly erotic in a most unsettlingly crude way and by the look on Toby’s face he felt much the same. The situation got worse when Annette stood up.

“I suppose……” she started to say then both Toby and I burst out laughing.

She was like a little girl who’d been caught masturbating by her mummy, sheepish in a naughty, defiantly couldn’t care less sort of way. The sort of way which would make some men throw her back down in the puddle and ravish her to insensibility. The sort of way which can get a clever woman almost everything she wants.

“What the hell am I going to do with you?” I asked with heavy mock seriousness. “I take you out to a friends place and what do you do? You take all your clothes off and persuade him to fuck you! Then you repay his kindness by pissing on his antique furniture and all over his floor!”

“I think she needs a good smack!” Toby suggested.

“Don’t you dare!” Annette said slithering out of the chair.

She squealed when I grabbed her, writhing and stinking slippery like a little eel. She squealed even louder when my free hand caught her thigh and reddened it.

She twisted away but I caught her again, both arms this time turning her to face me so that Toby could smack her backside.

“No!” she cried in make believe terror, yet making no real effort to get away but the scream she let out when Toby reddened her cheeks was real enough.

She fought us both furiously, yelping and twisting her body around, slipping in the puddle on the floor by the chair panting open mouthed until I let go of her. Toby howled when she bit him, his upper arm, not anywhere drastic, then he had her in his arms, still writhing and kicking, her arse against his belly his hands on her tits.

I managed to get two more blows in successfully, one on either thigh before she subsided quivering.

“Don’t hit me any more!” she pleaded “I……I’ll do anything……”

“Anything?” I asked savagely.

“Y……yes!” she quavered.

“Will you wear the collar I have ready?”

“……oh……yes……”

“Shall I ask Toby to fetch it?”

She nodded once only, very quickly.

Toby released her and went off somewhere to fetch the collar which he’d taken delivery of that morning.

I let her stand there on her own, suddenly pale, deflated and dejected like a little waif until Toby reappeared bearing both collar and leash in a small box.

Secretly I was looking forward to seeing Annette’s reaction when she realised I really had got a proper collar and leash for her. Not off the shelf items from a pet shop intended for a Retriever or Labrador but custom made ones produced by a friend of Toby’s who specialised in such things.

“He can make whatever you want!” Toby had informed me airily when we’d first discussed the matter.

“Harnesses, restraints, hoods, almost any damn thing one person could think of to put onto another……”

I’d smiled to myself then, looking at pictures in catalogues and one or two pieces which Toby had readily to hand.

“Huge leather cocks with foreskins……”

“Hell!”

“Yeah! Or he can encase her in leather completely if you want him to! Head to toe with only two or three holes in appropriate places!”

Tempting though it was the price was rather unnerving, as was the plight of the model wearing such a garment whose pictures graced several pages of a particularly startling magazine.

“I’ll be satisfied with a well fitting collar to begin with!” I told him. “One with decent buckles and rings and somewhere to hook on a lead……”

“It’s leash!” Toby corrected “Leads are for Poodles and Yorkies. Leashes are for bigger dogs and bitches. Proper ones. And women!”

“Alright!” I said “Leash it is. I want one long enough to be able to lead her around when I have to and strong enough to take any amount of pulling and heaving that she might make!”

It had gone on from there and Toby arranged everything, even so far as recommending that two different lengths of leash were made. Now here it was at last after no more than a week, specially made for my slave who stood shivering with anticipation before me. I could not wait to fit it on her.

………………

I made her kneel on the wet floor and take Toby’s half hard cock in her mouth again while I put the collar around her neck. Buckled up tightly it fitted beautifully and suited her more than anything else I’d seen her wear in a long time.

Toby grinned when I attached the shorter of the two plaited leather leashes onto the collar with a sharp click.

“The collar comes with a little padlock so no-one can take it off her unless they have a key” he told me gaily.

The implications for Annette were unmistakeable.

I stepped back away from them still holding the end of the lead……sorry leash and watched once again as my wife fellated my friend. What would be next I wondered wildly. Half a dozen men perhaps, all having her in a layby. And when that happened would I be able to control the situation without her getting worried, hurt or frightened?

Her breasts were very shapely when she knelt like that, their nipples proud and sharp and adorned beautifully. The collar looked magnificent around her neck and the curve of her back, from shoulder to buttocks made me go all quivery, shivery stiff all over again.

“Shall I fuck her some more?” Toby asked no-one in particular.

“Feel free!” I said “But let me instruct her first”

“Good idea!” he exclaimed, slipping free of her suddenly.

I told her to remain kneeling. Then I said to her:

“Now slave!” I addressed her “While you wear this collar you are my property, my chattel for me to do with as I wish. You are not permitted to speak unless I say so, nor to question any command you are given. Any disobedience will be punished severely. You will only eat and drink what I give you, when you are told to and at no other times and you may not relieve yourself without my permission. When you are given to others as an object to be used you will comply with their wishes, whatever they may be, without protest or hesitation. Say yes once if you understand what I have just said after which do not speak again until such times as I tell you. Is that understood?”

“……Y……yes!” Annette said.

She was a slave and I was her master unmistakably.

Toby’s cock was as good as hard when I pulled firmly on her leash. I think she thought we were going to cane her as punishment for pissing on the floor when I made her get onto her hands and knees but I really wanted her that way around so Toby could fuck her like that. I knew he had no intention of putting any more jewellery into her that day, now he’d rediscovered the joys of putting his cock into her instead and I was happy with that decision. Already I had plans to send her to him on her own one evening. It would be a matter of trust then, to see if she really did as she was told without me being there to govern her. A different sort of trust than that which we’d share when half a dozen or so different men queued up to fuck her later that evening.

So I pulled her head down close to the floor and held it there with my foot on the leash while Toby fiddled with her casually. She made an odd sort of noise when he eventually put his cock inside her, almost as if she’d climaxed unexpectedly. Some moments passed before I realised Toby was actually enjoying her anally.

Once again I felt some strange stirrings of emotion deep within me. She’d never much enjoyed anal sex with me, very often telling me it hurt her. Now here she was taking, with no murmur of protest, a cock which was at least twice the size of mine apparently effortlessly.

“A tight hole makes a nice change doesn’t it?” I asked carefully.

“Love it……!” Toby grimaced.

I wondered if he wanted to cum again but even if he didn’t it was worth the effort just to see the expression of concentration on his face. As for Annette, I kept the leash as short as possible so that her face was down close to the floor and her back end up in the air. It was a vulnerable position and one which brought all kinds of crude thoughts to the fore. Whether she was enjoying it or not didn’t really matter by that time. It was simply another way of acknowledging the completeness of her submission.

………………

She became abjectly submissive when, much later and still naked I put her into the car. Her demeanour inspired me to consider, while I drove, first of all the kinds of things I might get to entertain her while she was in the car and secondly what new sexual adventures I could contrive for her, as my slave, to enjoy.

Toby had talked about various kinds of harnesses when we’d discussed the various types of collar and leash and I remembered seeing pictures of something with a bridle and bit which at the time I thought rather extreme. Thinking about it now I saw it somewhat differently, and the thought of what such a contrivance might have on Annette’s already overheated body had my mind working overtime.

Where toys were concerned vibrators and dildoes came top of the list of course along with lubricant jellies and creams which I knew she’d need to help her sometimes. My thoughts went on quickly after that, from the small tube of KY in the glovebox to handcuffs and gags and all manner of things. Ultimately of course all she wanted was to be enjoyed by a succession of eager men, no, all she really wanted was to be made to wait for as long as possible before any of them fucked her because the longer she stayed aroused and wanting it the better the sensations she derived from the encounters would turn out to be.

………………

Yellow street lighting caught her as she skirted the town, lighting her palely as she hunched in the seat.

“I hope you are ready for tonight!”

She nodded meekly.

“Ready for lots of it?” I pursued.

She nodded again.

“That’s good!” I said “So long as you do exactly as you are told you will come to no harm. Several men are going to use you tonight. Six or eight. Maybe ten! You’ll be well and truly fucked by the time we get home! Bandy legged and leaking like a sieve……”

“Yes……”

“And just like Toby did awhile ago, some of them will want your arse……”

“I……I realise that!”

“Remember your safe words and don’t be afraid to use them the instant you feel them to be necessary!”

“Alright……!”

We left the brightly lit part of the town again, turning into meaner streets, rundown and derelict where many of the houses sported broken or boarded up windows. There were very few people abroad and even fewer vehicles parked on the street. Beside me she shivered as we drove through a lake of stagnant water. She continued to shiver until, with a final lurch and clatter I turned the car into an area of broken concrete and gravel.

“Lordswood Manor Estate” the sign informed me crookedly. It was a filthy, dejected slum of a place.

Dimly a row of parked lorries defined one perimeter, a fence of rusted chain link another. I slowed, dipped my headlights, found the place and parked.

“This isn’t where we were last time” Annette said.

“Where we were last time is too far out for some people to get to!” I told her “Those truck drivers in particular. They’re not supposed to leave their cab……”

“Oh……”

“Sometimes if you want men to fuck you!” I told her bluntly “you have to go where they are, not expect them to come to you!”

“I……suppose so, yes……”

“This is where men are, so you can open the door!”

I made her sit the same way around as she’d done the last time with her feet on the crushed concrete and gravel on the ground. Then I tied the free end of the leash to the handle above the door and from that moment on she became enslaved to her sexual urges completely.

………………

This time I made her pleasure herself with a black rubber dildo I’d bought especially for the purpose and very soon, already severely aroused she squirmed and groaned her way towards her first orgasm.

“Six men tonight!” I told her, pinching her nipples sharply. “Maybe more if you’re lucky……shove that thing in and keeping it going!”

She leaned against me when I turned in the seat, gripped the dildo affectionately and put her head against my right shoulder. I felt her whole body quiver when I helped to shove the dildo in.

How many men could she manage in a single night I wondered and how and where could I find out such things. Not all of them would want to fuck her, I thought, in the same way as not all of them would want her to suck them but what the figures were I had not the faintest idea. I looked at her body as she reclined there, soft belly, soft breasts, nipples sharply erect. It was a new and startlingly exciting area of sexuality which I found myself in suddenly, one with Annette shoving black rubber into herself with both hands and unknown men pumping semen all over her face, all over her hair and into her ears.

“Slave not slut!” I told her “Remember that and take no notice of what you might hear”

She began to sigh and gasp and breathe raggedly soon after that so I pulled lightly on the rings in her pussy and allowed her to cum just as she wanted.

“Slave not slut!” I repeated “A slave who will submit to everyone’s need without hesitation”

She cried out when I pulled the rings again, much harder, which excited me even more than I already felt. Her cunt, still swollen from her encounter with Toby’s fat prick, now glowed with the heat of eager anticipation. She was well on her way to cumming again by the time the first car arrived on the scene.

It was an old Toyota with two men in it. They parked and walked up to our car straight away.

“Alright mate?” one of them asked peering at Annette not at me.

“Alright!” I said.

“She putting on a show for us?” the other one asked.

“She is waiting for you to fuck her!” I said. “Its as simple as that!”

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