TITLE    : Dirty Dawn Ch. 01
STORYID  : dirty-dawn-ch-01_2011
SUMMARY  : Woman becomes sex toy for a weekend.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2011-12-14
CATEGORY : bdsm-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |fsub|toy|pet|slave|dildo|collar|vibrator|swap|swing|


My drinking companion's face showed an awful lot of surprise and the tone of his voice matched. "What do you mean you want to 'borrow' my wife for the weekend?"



"Oh, don't look so freaked out," I said calmly. After taking another sip of my beer as I looked at him across the small bar table, I said, "You guys have been in the lifestyle a lot longer than Kristy and I have. Hell, we're pure newbies. You and Dawn have been at it, what... ten years or more?" I waited for his acknowledgement and got a nod of his head just after he sipped from his beer mug. "I'm going to Vegas for a weekend and I want to be guaranteed all the sex and play I can get. I want a traveling companion who will take every sexual challenge that is presented and can't even think about 'too much'. I thought Dawn would enjoy the trip and I didn't think you'd mind."



I let that sit and ruminate while I took another sip of beer. I was intentionally not telling him a few things because I didn't want him to be able to tell his wife &#x2013; even accidentally. If he knew what I had in mind he might hesitate more or even say no. As it was I thought he'd say yes and then present it as a surprise weekend away as a gift for his wife that he and I had conspired on. My own wife simply couldn't go and although she wasn't exactly delighted about the idea of me taking another woman with me, she wasn't jealous of it either. I think my wife was more disappointed that she wouldn't get the weekend of play time but was willing to at least let me enjoy myself while I was gone.



"Okay," Brian finally said. "I'll tell her that we've talked and that you've invited her along for the weekend getaway; that I'll take care of the kids and she can go and have a good time."



"Thank you," I said sincerely, my excitement difficult to contain as I pondered all the things he didn't know. "Have her pack some sexy clothes, a bathing suit and bring a toy or two if she wants." He nodded. It wasn't that he looked sad per se, but more like he was envious. I didn't blame him. Then again, while his wife and I were gone, maybe he'd get a chance to visit my wife Friday or Saturday night. They could both certainly use the play time and I always enjoyed seeing the video of my wife performing like a sexual animal &#x2013; whether I was her partner in the video or not.



We finished our beers and went home to our wives. Brian told Dawn that he and I had arranged a weekend getaway for her &#x2013; the price was that she'd have to spend it with me. I told Kristy that Brian was surprising Dawn with the weekend away as a gift and that he might want to come visit her Friday or Saturday. Kristy shrugged with a smile. Even her silence said, "Well, since I can't be with you in Vegas, at least I can get a good fuck while you're gone." Neither Brian nor Kristy knew what I really had in store for Dawn. Brian might have been aware of Dawn's fantasies but I wasn't sure how comfortable he'd be with me fulfilling one or two of them &#x2013; or of how I was going to do it.



When that particular Friday morning rolled around I kissed my wife good bye, loaded my suitcase into the trunk of the car and drove over to Brian &amp; Dawn's house. It was so early the street was still dark but their front light was on and as I pulled into the driveway I saw the living room curtains move. A few moments later Dawn came out the front door with Brian standing behind her. He waved to me, I waved back and popped the trunk. Dawn's weekend bag was actually the same size as mine &#x2013; a carry on really &#x2013; and I was surprised. In my experience most women take three times more clothes than they usually need on any given trip. I'd have gotten out to help her with the bag but it was unnecessary.



You see, Dawn's not a small or weak woman. At five feet nine inches tall and sturdily built (with delicious curves) she doesn't need to be treated like a member of "the fairer sex" &#x2013; and, in fact, sometimes she takes offense to it. She always enjoys being spoiled a bit but I knew the limits. For now she could manage her own carry-on into the trunk. She opened the passenger side door, slid her sexy butt into my passenger seat, pulled the door shut and &#x2013; before the interior light went out &#x2013; waved good-bye to Brian again. I gave him another small wave as well and then I was backing out of the driveway. Dawn was mine until I brought her home Sunday night which would be close to midnight. I had her for almost 72 hours.



"Sleep well?" I asked politely.



"Yes," she smiled, "but not enough. I've been so excited about this trip ever since Brian told me." She paused and gave me a big grin. "Remind me to send Kristy a nice thank you note. If she could have gone then I wouldn't get to."



"True," I replied. "But you'll enjoy the trip more than she would have anyway."



"Why do you say that?" she asked curiously.



"Because you'll be more likely to let go of any inhibitions you have and just have fun. We'll be in a city where no one knows you, few people know me and we can play some outside of any normally existing boundaries." I took a breath and added, "Kristy doesn't 'let her hair down' as easily or as completely as you do."



She read my tone and said, "Give her time. I've been playing outside of my marital bonds a lot longer than she has."



I nodded and then said, "Well, I guess we ought to get this party started."



"Huh?" she looked at me as if I had two heads.



I indicated the center console of my car. "Reach in there and pull out the first item you find on top." She opened the console, reached in and pulled out a 1" wide leather color with a small diamond hanging from a small gold ring right in the middle. It was made of brown leather and had two words emblazoned on it: to the left side of the diamond it said PET and on the other side it said TOY. She looked at it curiously and then at me. "Put it on," I ordered.



"Excuse me?" she said with a half-smile.



"Put it around your neck and buckle it comfortably snug. You'll be wearing it all weekend," I said firmly.



She looked at it as if she didn't understand and then back at me and then back at it... and still hadn't buckled it on.



"Now your chance to back out," I said. "If you want to go on this trip then that's the condition. You'll wear that collar all weekend, do as your told all weekend and agree to be my total sex slave for the duration. If you can't agree to that then tell me now and I'll turn around and take you back home." The ball was in her court. Stay or go. It was up to her but she was making the decision in full awareness of the conditions if she decided to stay with me and go on this trip. She was thinking about it and we were getting farther and farther away from her house. She needed to make a decision soon.



"Dawn," I said in a gentle but firm voice, "you have about ten seconds to do as your told or I'm turning the car around and taking you home. Put... that... collar... on... NOW." I said the last word with emphasis and a growl. It was enough that she actually jumped a little in her seat, but she immediately put the collar around her neck, fed the tongue through the buckle, found a snug but not uncomfortable spot and buckled it in place. She adjusted its position so that the diamond was hanging in the front center of her throat and looked over at me. 'Good' I thought. She'd made the commitment. Now she was my sex slave for the weekend. I had to make sure she understood that.



"Now understand," I began in a calm voice. "This weekend away isn't a gift from Brian as either of you thought of it. I arranged to take you on this trip because I need a sex slave and you're it. That collar is an indication of your submission to me and you will wear it until immediately before you get back out of my car when I bring you home Sunday night. Do you understand?" She nodded.



Completely fucking unacceptable. "Dawn, I'm only going to give some directions once so make sure you understand and remember them." From the corner of my eye I saw her nod her head. "This weekend, anytime I ask you a question you will answer me verbally either 'Yes, Sir,', 'Yes, Master,' or 'No' with the appropriate respectful title added on. Any time you address me you will include that respectful title. Do you understand?"



"Yes, sir," she replied in a quiet voice.



"And the 'no's better be few and far fucking in between," I added on. "Understand that?"



"Yes, sir," she repeated.



"For this weekend you are my property. You will do as I tell you. I will do with you as I see fit. I will share you if I feel like it or deny you pleasure unless you've earned it. Although we are friends when we're home, for the duration of this trip I will view you as my personal fuck toy, cum dump, cock slut and any other term you'd care to use to describe a woman whose only purpose is to accept and pleasure a man's cock. Do you understand?"



"Yes, sir," she replied. Her breathing had quickened and her nipples were obviously erect. The gleam in her eyes was twinkling and I could tell the idea had her excited.



"Very good," I said with a smile and a nod. "Now... your duties for this weekend will only apply while you're in my company. I have work to do Saturday and Sunday during the day. For all of today while we're traveling, this evening, tomorrow morning, tomorrow evening, Sunday morning and Sunday evening during our travel home you will serve as my sex slave and do as you're told immediately and without hesitation. Failure to do so will result in you being punished. Do you understand?"



"Yes, sir."



"During the times I'm working you are free to enjoy Las Vegas however you see fit with two restrictions: first, you cannot remove that collar. If I find out you've removed the collar at all before I bring you home I'll leave your ass wherever the fuck you are. Understand?"



She slipped up and nodded but didn't answer me.



As casually as I could I reached over to caress her left breast, cupping my hand over it, caressing down to find her erect nipple through the fabric of her shirt and bra. I pinched it... hard enough to make her squeal. I immediately released it and repeated, "Understand?"



She got the message and said, "Yes, sir!"



"Very good," I said. "Second, you are to have no sexual play except in my company or with me as a witness. While I'm working you can flirt all you want, but you will not be touched nor will you touch another. You will only touch, service or fuck those I order you to. Understand?"



"Yes, sir," she replied quickly.



"Very good," I praised her again. "Now, what toy or toys have you brought with you?"



"I have my favorite vibrator and my favorite dildo with me in my bag, sir," she replied. I smiled. I had thought she'd forget that 'sir' and earn herself another punishment.



I looked at what she was wearing. A long skirt that reached about mid-calf and a nice pull over shirt. I knew she had on a bra &#x2013; I had felt that when I caressed her left tit. "What do you have on under the skirt?"



"A thong, sir," she said. She almost sounded a little nervous.



"Take it off right now," I said.



Working around the restraint of her seatbelt she pulled her skirt up over her knees and up her thighs all the way to her hips so that she could reach underneath and, working against the restraint of the seatbelt, wiggle and squirm the thong down and off. I stole a glance at her legs as she pulled the skirt up and realized my own excitement was growing &#x2013; as much as hers was I hoped. As she got the thong down to her ankles and just as she was kicking it off I said, "Put your window down." She looked at me funny but did as she was told. Holding the thong in her left hand she pushed the button to lower the window with her right. She hadn't acknowledged my command but I let it slide for the moment. When the window was all the way down I said, "Throw the thong out."



This time her obedience was too slow and she didn't answer me either. Un-fucking-acceptable. I sighed...



"NOW, DAWN!" I fairly yelled at her.



"Yes, sir!" she said, startled at how loud and fierce I sounded. Her left hand flung the thong out the window and her right hand pushed the button to put the window back up.



"STOP!" I yelled again. "PUT THAT FUCKING WINDOW BACK DOWN!" She reversed directions on the button and the window went back down to the stop. I sighed again. This was going to be more fun than I thought but outwardly I was showing nothing but frustration.



"Dawn," I said, intentionally sounding calm, "You need to pay attention and you need to learn your place. You will only do as you're told. You will verbally acknowledge every command. You will NOT take any action without direction." I sighed loudly again. "I would think this is simple enough but it appears you need more help understanding."



"Yes, sir," she said meekly. The wind blowing in the window was warm. It felt good and I knew how it would feel for her. I looked around in all my mirrors to make sure there was no traffic anywhere nearby. I didn't want to be unsafe &#x2013; at least not anymore than necessary for the moment.



"Unbuckle your seatbelt, Dawn," I ordered.



"Yes, sir," she said, immediately complying.



"Tilt your seat back as far as it will go, TOY," I ordered &#x2013; with emphasis on the last word to remind her of her place.



"Yes, sir," she said as she complied.



When the seat was laid all the way back I said, "Pull your skirt up around your waist and get on your hands and knees on the seat facing the rear window."



"Yes, sir," she said, following my commands.



Now, the road we were on was a divided highway so no one coming the other way could really see into the car. Still, she had to feel quite exposed to be riding down a major highway with her naked bottom half sticking up well above the door and dashboard line. If someone had been in front of us they'd have easily been able to see her ass and pussy in their rear view mirror.



Without any warning I swung my right hand over, turned so that I could slap her ass and gave her a good smack on the closest cheek. It brought a little yelp from her and I smiled. I repeated the smack and heard the yelp again.



"What are you?" I asked her in a firm voice. I smacked her ass again.



"Your sex slave and toy, sir," she replied. 



"That's correct," I said. "What's your place this weekend?" I smacked her ass again.



"To do as I'm told and see to all your sexual needs and desires, sir," she replied.



"That's right, slut," I said. "What is your duty upon receiving any command?" I smacked her ass again.



"To obey it immediately, sir," she said. Her voice started to sound like the smacks were getting to her &#x2013; exciting her as well as bringing a sting to her backside.



"That's right, toy," I said. "Why are you being spanked then?" I smacked her ass again.



"Because I failed in my duties, sir," she replied.



"That's right," I said, and I saw her cringe in expectation of another smack on her ass. I withheld the slap for now. Her ass had a nice red color coming up on it from the repeated slaps and I knew it would sting a bit when she turned to sit back down. But not yet...



"Now," I said calmly, "I don't want you thinking I'm a cruel master and I know that your own sexual needs are almost constant. Before you turn around and sit back down, finger your cunt to an orgasm. Do it now."



"Yes, sir!" she replied enthusiastically. Her right hand immediately found its way between her legs and I could see her arm vigorously working. I drove without looking at her but was aware of her next to me, her ass moving as she finger fucked herself and rubbed her clit. It took about three minutes before her steady heavy breathing became grunts and moans of pleasure and about a minute after that her orgasm rolled through her.



I could smell her pussy in the car even with the window down. I knew she had to be aware of how visible her naked ass and pussy were. I knew she could feel the breeze blowing into the open window and all around her. I knew that although her ass was stinging from the mild spanking she'd just received, she was loving every minute of the experience &#x2013; and we weren't even to the airport yet.



Once her orgasm had passed she stopped playing with her pussy and looked over her shoulder at me, waiting for another command. Very good, I thought. She's learning.



"Very good, toy," I commended her. "Turn around, put the seat back up and sit down but keep the skirt up around your waist."



"Yes, sir," she said and started to turn around.



As she got reseated and buckled I added on, "For the remainder of the weekend I want your pussy and ass as exposed for me as much as possible. Understood?"



"Yes, sir," she said and I thought I saw a smile. She squirmed a little in her seat and I knew she was feeling the sting of the spanking.



"How wet is your pussy?" I asked.



"Very, sir," she replied.



"Does your pussy need fucked?" I asked.



"Yes, sir," she answered. She was definitely smiling now.



I pulled off to the side of the road and put on my emergency flashers. "Get your dildo out of your bag," I ordered her.



"Yes, sir!" she replied and got out as I popped the trunk open. I heard her rustling around in the trunk, the trunk lid slammed and she was back in the passenger seat. Before putting on her seatbelt she was careful to pull her skirt up around her waist and I noticed that when she buckled the seatbelt in place it held her skirt up. Smart girl. When she was in place she looked over at me, naked from the waist down, her dildo held casually in her right hand. She was waiting for a command.



I didn't give her one. I left her sitting there looking confused as I turned off the hazard lights, put on my left turn signal, checked traffic and pulled back out onto the highway. For the next five minutes we drove up the road and I didn't say a word to her or look at her beyond what I could see with my peripheral vision. She sat there looking alternately at the road ahead and at me, holding her dildo in her hand. Her left hand rested on her bare left thigh and every now and then I could see her fingers twitching as if she wanted to do something with them.



"So," I said casually, "do you think you're going to enjoy the weekend?"



"Yes, sir," she said without any hesitation. "I already am, sir."



"That's good," I said. "I'll be honest and let you know that I'm pretty eager to repeatedly use your mouth, pussy and ass this weekend," I added just to put those thoughts in her head. It didn't require an answer from her but I could see her nodding out of the corner of my eye. "Are you eager to have your body used in every way?" I asked casually.



Her answer escaped her in a rushing groan. "Yes, sir..."



"Is your pussy in need at the moment?" I asked, just as casually.



"Yes, sir!" she said quickly.



"Hmmm..." I said, acting like I was thinking about what I should or shouldn't let her do. I already knew. I had planned out most of the day as much as I could before I ever left my house. "Well, perhaps I should let you do something about that?"



"Please, sir!" she said. Her voice sounded as if she were pleading. I also knew that if I said she could pleasure her pussy while she was holding that dildo she'd assume that she could fuck herself with it. I wasn't quite ready for that yet.



"Well, toy," I said in a calm voice. "You may use that dildo to pleasure your pussy, but ONLY by rubbing your clit with it."



A groan of frustration escaped her. She looked over at me with a pleading look on her face. "NOW!" I emphasized my order. She had forgotten her place for a moment because of the frustrated state of her pussy. A quick reminder was all she needed. Before she could even move I said, "Lay the seat back, spread your legs as wide as you can in the car and rub that dildo up and down your slit. If I see any of it go into your pussy, not only will you get thoroughly punished, but it will be the last thing you get in your pussy for the whole weekend. Do you understand?"

<hr pg="2" />"Yes, sir," she said, moving to comply. The seat was soon laid back, she had her left foot up on the center console and her right up on the end of the dashboard where it met the closed door. The window was still down and I knew she could feel the warm air blowing over her spread pussy. I glanced over to see her use her left hand to spread her pussy lips apart &#x2013; her wetness was obvious. Her right hand held and manipulated the dildo which was shaped like a real cock &#x2013; about nine inches long and nicely thick. The fake veins and ridges on it would provide a nice stimulation to her clit but I knew the pleasure would also be torture. Dawn liked a nice fat long cock shoved as deep into her as she could stand it and I knew she needed filled.



In due time... How long? I had to figure it out and when I had I shared the knowledge with her.



"Rub your clit through three orgasms with no penetration," I ordered.



"Yes, sir," she acknowledged with her eyes closed, the dildo already rubbing long strokes up and down between her slit.



"If those three orgasms seem satisfactory enough to me," I added, "I may permit you to fuck yourself with that toy. Do you understand?"



"Yes, sir!" she replied, enthusiastically working the dildo up and down, her hips moving as she did so.



I had shared that info for two reasons:



I wanted her to be as vocal and energetic in her orgasms as possible, and



I wanted her to get through them quickly.



As soon as she got her three and fucked herself through a fourth, her next task was going to be to suck me off before we got to the airport. She was going to go through security and get on the plane with her breath smelling of cum... but she didn't know it yet. And, at least for the moment, she was busy focusing on the pleasure of that thick (fake) cock rubbing up and down the length of her pussy slit.



It took her about ten minutes to get the three orgasms from rubbing and almost as fast as I could say the words giving her permission she had the full length of that nine inch dildo buried into her pussy and grinding it around. With long sure strokes she brought herself to another orgasm. As it approached I reached over with my right hand to caress her breast through her shirt and bra again, this time tweaking and milking her nipple, adding to her pleasure with only the barest hint of discomfort.



It seemed to help as her fourth orgasm &#x2013; pussy full of thick cock and her left nipple being pinched &#x2013; seemed her best so far. When it passed I had her pull the dildo from her pussy and ordered her to suck it clean. She managed to say, "Yes, sir," without slowing down as the white creamy pussy juice covered dildo moved from her pussy to her mouth. Her tongue stretched out to meet it and she lowered as much of the length into her mouth as she could... just as we passed another car. The look on the driver's face was priceless as he looked over to see Dawn's wide open mouth taking in a creamy white juice covered dildo, her tongue stretching out as if hungry for it and her eyes closed, oblivious to her audience. He looked up at me and our eyes met. I smiled, he smiled, we each waved and he accelerated away.



Dawn continued to lick and suck the dildo clean as I navigated a few exits and turns. When I was back on a straight highway and had time before any other turns were required I said, "Now it's my turn, toy." She opened her eyes and looked at me, her mouth still full of dildo. "Put your seat up, put the dildo in the glove compartment and help me with my pants. We have twenty minutes to the airport and before we arrive you're going to relieve my swollen balls of this load."



"Yes, sir" she said with a smile as she moved to comply. It took some adjusting of seatbelts but with her active and energetic assistance we soon had my pants to my knees and she had her hand wrapped around my straining cock, the swollen head already smeared with precum. She looked at it and smiled, waiting for the command.



"Suck my cock, toy," I ordered. "I want to feel my cum blasting down your throat before you stop."



"Yes, sir," she said with a smile, lowering her face to my lap. Holding my length straight up with her left hand she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, greeting my cockhead just as she had the dildo when she'd sucked it clean. Without pause she lowered her head down onto my cock, not stopping until her nose was nestled in the trimmed-short pubic hair just above my balls and I could feel the throbbing knob of my cockhead stretching her throat.



Deep-throating was a talent Dawn possessed that she was quite proud of and she showed that off. I had no doubt that she would aggressively pleasure my cock and, although I knew she wasn't particularly fond of it, she'd happily take my cum down her throat to warm her belly.



As I drove she worked with enthusiasm and ten minutes later I could feel my cum beginning to boil. "You're doing a good job, toy," I said with a groan. "Keep that up and you'll get your reward before long." She moaned what was probably meant to be 'yes, sir' but was nothing coherent because my cock filled her mouth.



When I felt the moment of truth getting close I pulled over to the shoulder, put on my flashers and laid my head back, eyes closed... and came hard. Dawn tried to back off a bit but I wasn't having that. I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed it all the way down until my cock was buried as far as it would reach in her throat and her nose was ground into my pelvis. She didn't have to swallow... my cock was blasting shot after shot of thick hot cum straight down into her belly.



I could feel her pushing against my hand but she was here for my use and my pleasure and if she was mildly discomforted I wasn't going to lose any sleep over it. She had had her chance to say NO and stay home. She chose to come with me. Only when my cock had twitched its last did I release my hold on her head and let her pop up off my cock for air. With a gasp she inhaled deeply, looked at me, smiled, and then dropped her mouth proudly back down on my cock again. With her hands, lips and tongue she milked my length, making sure she'd gotten every drop of cum out. Once more I put my hand on the back of her head and ground my cock into her throat before releasing her.



"Sit up," I told her.



"Yes, sir," she said with a smile and complied.



"Help me with my pants," I said and she replied properly and assisted.



Five minutes later we were at the airport and parked. We got out, straightened our clothing (she still naked beneath her skirt &#x2013; and going to stay that way going through security and for the entire flight to Vegas), and got our bags (she put the dildo back in hers). We hadn't been on our trip for a little more than an hour and she'd already cum a half dozen times; I'd cum once down her throat and we still had nearly three whole days ahead of us. I was confident it was going to be a good trip.

