What has tonight got in store?

You get a taxi from your place to theirs. Was tonight was going to be as filthy as last week?

You remember the texts you've sent to and received from Livvy through the the week. At first you felt it weird texting your bestie's girlfriend but after telling him how you felt he'd reassured you and said it was best so you could plan the next session between you both. He didn't want to know. He just wanted to know you'd be taking her to the places she wanted to go while he watched. You nodded as he told you this but you also told him how you felt him about that last point. You'd explained how it felt a little odd having him in the room and thought, for now, that you'd prefer him to just listen or maybe remotely video the whole thing for him to watch later. You waited nervously for his reply as he played with his coffee cup as you talked during a break at work. It took a long time for him to answer. During that time you really hoped you hadn't blown it and that he might pull out of the whole deal. Eventually he nods. "Maybe you should text Livvy and ask her thoughts on this." You raise an eyebrow. "Ok dude. I thought I better run it by you first." He smiles. "I know man, I love the idea of making a movie of you two. But about me not being there while you fuck her....I just don't know." You take your phone from your pocket and start to text her. "I'll ask her right now." You walked away as you know he didn't want to see you flaunting it in his face, besides you needed to get back to work. Almost immediately she replied asking what you preferred. You told her that he would only be able to hear her screams for your next few visits. She messaged back <as you wish master.>

You didn't want your **** plans to be spoilt because you thought you'd be offending him by the things he might see. Especially some of the things you had planned.

You'd told both her and Paul you wouldn't cross any lines regarding their personal stuff you didn't expect any sexting or dirty pics via text or email but Paul said that that was your privilege as Livvy's new master. You didn't argue. So you had started to give her degrading things to do while she was going about her daily routine. Nothing that would land her in trouble, nothing too repulsive or anything that would compromise her and Paul's public relationship but something to remind her who was the boss. You'd told her to ram a cucumber up her ass in the supermarket on Tuesday. You expected a quick pic from the restrooms. She sent the pic less that five minutes later. Followed by a video of her sliding it in and out as she bent over her shopping trolley, her leg lifted for better access in a deserted aisle. The message followed: <I hope this will be where your cock is on Saturday, but harder, bigger and leaving me unable to walk.> she took a lot of risks to get that video taken and you thought to make it far less risky in future. The next message you sent insisted she waxed her pubis you wanted to see as she trimmed it, waxed it up and ripped the strips off. She duly complied, the videos that followed lasted over 40 minutes but mainly because she wanted to show how many fingers she could fit in her now wet cunt.

The general theme of the messages you were sending to and receiving from Livvy were all the things you expected from your little fucktoy at the weekend.

You told her that to start you'd want a lap dance and a slutty strip show this week. Then she had to show you all her toys not just her favourites, all of them. All while Paul would listenfrom upstairs.

The taxi pulls up outside their apartment and you gather the bottles and your phone, pay the driver and thank him. He asks if you want to book a return journey. You smile and tell him "No."

You knock the door and Livvy answers. You're a little stunned but not totally surprised that tonight she wears a pair of pink fence-net stockings, 6" heeled pink ankle boots and a pink balcony bra highlighting her perfect tits and pushing them up into an impressive cleavage and a matching string thong. It seems the thong is there not only to match the rest of her outfit but to hold in place the pink jewelled butt plug that had been placed in her ass. Her hair was worn, in juxtaposition, piled high on top of her head in a fairly classy bun adorned with pink feathers and strings of pink beads. Except for her hair, it was just as you expect a trashy pole dancer to be dressed. You step inside and follow her watching her ass and the butt plug as you do from a few paces behind. "I brought beer. Paul likes Coors. You like red wine, right?"

"Paul's upstairs." She smiles as she enters the living room. "I'll save the wine for later, thank you, Master."

You see the room has been cleared of all furniture except for an armchair in the middle of the far wall the lights were dimmed but a lamp was shining on the wall the chair faced. To the side of the lit area you see a small silver case, about the size of a small piece of hand luggage.

She puts the beer in the fridge and hits play on her iPad. Spotify plays some soft neutral music that has a slow sensual beat. She starts to gyrate her body across the room, she pushes you down into the chair before retreating to the wall opposite. She's clearly done this before or been practicing all week because her movements are having a profound effect on your cock. She's sexy and slutty, the way her body moves and the way she touches herself have it throbbing. She's rubbing the front of her bra and running her hands down her flat belly to touch her bald pussy through the small patch of thin material that hid her bald cunt from you. She dances for five minutes before strutting over to you and giving you a closer view of her merchandise. She teasingly flashes her tits and then her pussy but always hides her intimate area before continuing. Then she squats in front of you and back onto your groin so the butt plug is pressed against your fly. She twerks gently and rubs it against your trouser clad, stiffening cock. She slides back and forth holding onto the arms of the chair and you're sure she knows that her personal dancing is having exactly the effect you both want it to have. She moves away as the music fades and she returns to the opposite wall. Some sexy music starts again but a lot quieter. Olivia now gently kicks the silver case into the middle of the room. She sits on it and pulls her thong to one side. "I hope my dancing has made you fat cock all hard and ready to pound me into ecstasy and oblivion master." She smiles knowing it had by just glancing at the colossal lump in the front of your trousers. "Master wanted to meet my toys. I only have a few." She opens the catches of the case and flips open the lid. First she takes out the wand. A big bulbous ball on the end of a handle that contained a motor with an electric flex. She plugs it in and switches it on. Holding it against the front of her thing she shivers as the vibrating mass of latex and plastic buzzes on her clit. "Oh fuck! Master, I hope you'll let me cum tonight. I'll be a good slut if you do!" She lets the sensation of the toy linger on her magic button as she moans loudly. You think of Paul upstairs. You knew he'd be listening in to the show but was blind to the visual experience. You halt Olivia with a word "stop!" And she obediently but reluctantly pulls the wand away from her clit. "You might get to cum later. Show me your other toys." You instruct her. She nods and get another out of the case.

This one is a suction cup dildo. Eight inches long, pink, surprise, surprise, and pretty thick. She licks the base and slaps it onto the front of the silver case. When she lays the case down it stands erect pointing upwards. "Can I show you it in action, Master?" She asks. "I hope you remember how to deepthroat something that size." You challenge her. She takes your hint and kneels over the box before letting a long thin stream of spit dribble from her mouth onto the latex toy. She puts her hand in the back of her head more for the show of it than the effect it'll have, opens her mouth, tongue out and goes down on it with much enthusiasm. She gobbles the toy, always glancing up at you to see you're approving of her show. In two attempts she's got the whole length of it in her mouth. As she looks up she sees you unfastening your pants, taking out your cock and stroking it. She smiles as she felates every inch of the dildo. You nod and she takes that as a signal to stop. "Now let me see you fuck your toy." You demand. Immediately, but still with grace in her slutty actions she pulls her thong to the side and slowly lowers her dripping cunt onto the anchored latex cock. As soon as she feels it inside her she stares directly into your eyes and starts to ride the latex squeaking gently as she slowly pumps up and down on it. She glances down at your hand stroking your cock and pleads with you, "I want that inside me, please Sir."

You nod. "I know, you filthy little cunt. If you complete a good show, we'll see."

This spurs her on and breaking eye-to-eye, or cock-eye contact only long enough to pick up the wand, she increases her speed on the cock and presses the vibe against her clit once more. Her moans are gaining volume and ferocity. You know she's close to cumming after a few minutes. "Stop." You snap again. The disappointment in her face is almost heart breaking. She complies and gasping she speaks. "Yes Master. Sorry Sir."

You stand from your chair and kick off your pants, shoes, socks, boxers and shirt. Your stiff dick waves from side to side as you walk over to her. "If I'm going to let you cum, your going to have to learn that for you to cum you must have my cock in you. Mouth, cunt or asshole. I absolutely forbid you from any type of sexual pleasure unless I tell you directly or I'm penetrating you. Understand?"

Her cunt drips her juices onto the wooden floor as she looks up and absorbs your every word. "Yes sir." She concedes.

You thought this was cruel to your friend Paul in the times when you weren't around but he did say you had privileges. You wanted to train you slut that your cock equals her pleasure. Not just through her getting fucked, not by Paul or her toys, just you. Only by your cock would she be able to climax and you're going to train her to make that association.

"Now if you want to cum, you can have your toys but they can do nothing for you without my cock in one of your holes." She looks up at you and nods.

"Now gobble my cock while you ride your toy and buzz your slut button, until you cum with my cock in your throat."

She smiles wide and resumes her playtime just as you start to facefuck her relentlessly, just like you did the first time a week ago. Within a minute she's cum and you're sure you saw a little ejeculate too. Despite having you monster lodged in her gullet the noises she makes could be heard down the street. It seems it's been a while since she experience a climax that intense.

You pull your cock from her throat and wipe her drool onto her face. She is still reeling from her orgasm as you pull the plug from her ass and push her forward, you grab her tits as you kneel behind her your saliva coated weapon pressing against her tight shithole. "Why don't we see if you can cum again with my baby maker in your ass?" She gasps and nods. "Yes please Master."

You gently pull the butt plug from her tiny tight asshole and hold it in front of her. She knows your intention and also knows you want her to be as slutty as possible. Your program is working. You're getting into her head. She sucks in the lube coated bung into her mouth and looks back at you for your approval. You smile and pat her head. "There's a good little whore." Her eyelashes flutter and you're sure you see a blush in her cheeks.

You press your cock and with a firm shove you feel it pop inside her. "Arrgghh!" She grunts loudly as you stretch her ass. The plug had stretched her but nowhere near as much as your cock did. You push in further and she yelps like a scolded puppy as you slide deeper into her ass. After a few rough thrusts you're fully buried in her and start to retreat. You pull back three inches and then hammer it back in. As you ram her the bung falls from her mouth, hits her thigh, the floor and rolls away. You repeat again and again and as her pained yelps grow weaker her grunts of pleasure grow in volume. "Ah! Master! Fuck my asshole. Make it yours." She rides the toy and accepts your meat in her back door and ten minutes later she's begging you to let her cum again. You hiss in her ear, "Tell me and your pathetic boyfriend up there who's slut you are and I might let you."

"Awww, fuck my asshole Master! I'm you filthy little fuck toy slut."

"Ahhh!" She screams,

She yells profanities at the top of her voice but she's not finished,

"a dirty little cum guzzling, slut whore!"

"I'm only worthy of being a bucket for your man sauce. Fill me up, please Sir stuff me full of your jizz!"

You reach around and roughly grind the still buzzing wand into her clit. You know she's done enough when you bite her ear and tell her she may cum again. That's enough for her and it seems having a cock in her ass, a fat toy in her cunt and a vibe roughly buzzing on her fuck button is too much for her to resist. She screams like there's been a bloody **** and squirts all over the toys, your cock and the floor. After ramming her for twenty minutes more and five more squirting climaxes she falls to the floor in her own juices and repeats over and over, "thank you Master, thank you Master, thank you Master." In a post orgasmic trance.

She lies on the floor in the huge sopping puddle you made her make and smile at the mess you had made of her. You hadn't finished yet though.