Cute Girls

Valerie’s Growth Ch. 01

“This is the fifth story in the Valerie series. While I attempt to make each story stand on its own, I think it’s getting harder to do the more I write. The previous stories may help you understand past background for the characters. Their names are “Valerie’s Submission”, “Valerie’s Exploration”, “Valerie’s Commitment”, and the two parts of “Valerie’s Initiation”. Please note that the medical treatment web site and doctor database mentioned in this story are fictitious. Such sites may exist, but I don’t know where they may be. Also, I am NOT a doctor and the medical conversation in this story may be totally bogus as to the facts. It is in two parts due to length again.”

Valerie stood on the steps, watching the cab pull up to the door. Getting in, she cringed involuntarily as she leaned back on the sore marks and welts on her back and legs. Telling the driver where to take her, she smiled at the memories of how the soreness came about.

“Are you all right, lady?”

“Yes. Just a little sore.”

“I take it you had an enjoyable weekend?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. It’s just that I’ve been picking people up from this place for several years. We cabbies, we’re an observant lot. While you all are good at your secrets, I’ve figured that you are into something kinky. That’s cool, we all have our kinks, though mine doesn’t involve severe pain afterwards. I’m also discreet. Knowing what to not notice brings repeat business. What I’m getting at badly, you need some discreet transportation somewhere, you can call me. This is my card. Name’s Harry, Harry Driscol. The second number is my cell, call it if you need me in particular.”

“Thanks Harry, I think. If you don’t mind my asking, what let you in on what goes on here?”

“Actually, it was not any one thing, but more a collection of things. A glimpse of a red mark here, a wince there. No one says you all like to hit each other, but put together, they add up.”

“Why do you assume it’s about sex?”

“Most people don’t smile dreamily when they are hurting, as if remembering the pain fondly. So I figure you all are part of that S & M crowd.”

“I can speak for the others when I say, thank you for your discretion. I’ll keep your card handy. Just in case. I may be calling you regularly. It will make coming and going less worrisome.”

“My pleasure miss.”

“Valerie, call me Valerie.”

It took half an hour to reach the apartment building, just enough for the smooth ride and soft traffic sounds of a Sunday night to lull her to sleep. Harry woke her up, collected his fare and she went inside. Up to the tenth floor where she lived in a one bedroom flat, she opened the door and walked in.

“Francine! I’m home.” She called out. Entering the living room, she saw her friend, huddled on the couch, still in her bed clothes, face streaked with dry tears.

“Oh my God, Francine. Was it another nightmare?”

Francine could only nod.

Valerie sat down next to her friend, reaching around her to hold her tight, just noticing the flinch when she did. Held by someone she desperately wanted to trust, Francine’s tears began again. This time the tears were soothing, not a reinforcement of the fear and horror of the dream world. In her head, she told herself, “Val’s my friend. She would never hurt me.” She could not tell if it was working. She knew she could never admit to Valerie where the dreams had gone.

Valerie held Francine for an hour, watching the tears come and go, saying nothing. In her heart, she knew that Francine had to talk to someone or the nightmares would never go away. She was inhibited somehow from talking to Val, but who could she talk to? “What shrink would listen to her story and not have her committed.” She thought to herself.

Cried out, Francine looked into her friend’s eyes. “Valerie, I’m so sorry. This should be a happy time. You’re a sub! You’ve had your first long scene. I want to hear all about it, every detail. But first, are there any orders you need to deal with?”

“Just two. I’m to make an appointment with a Dr. Waston for an OBGyn exam. I can do that tomorrow. Master also wants me to keep my pussy shaved.”

“Let’s go into the bedroom. I can shave you again while you tell me all the ‘horrid’ details.”

They retired to the bedroom, Valerie sitting on the edge of the bed. She noticed that Francine did not cringe much when she put weight on her feet. Happy that her friend was healing, she stripped off her clothes, a little surprised at how easy it was this time. “I’ve gotten used to being naked in front of others. I am changing, and I think I like it.”

While Francine carefully shaved Val’s pussy for a second time, she listened intently as Valerie related all the things that made up her weekend. They talked long into the night, something both would pay for in the morning. Francine was most interested in what provoked safe words during the weekend. She was incredulous at one.

“Did it really bother you that bad to punish Sally. I know I would love to get Sally under the whip.”

“I don’t know if I can explain it well. When I was inflicting pain on her, I felt like pieces of my soul were being ripped out. By the time I used ‘red light’ I was sobbing like I was the one being whipped, and I would much rather have been in her place. I was dry as a bone down there, my nipples were totally flaccid and it HURT inside, like I was watching a loved one die, helpless to save her. I… I’m different, I guess.”

“Of course you’re different. That’s what makes you special. Don’t worry about it. That just means more dominant fun for the rest of them.”

“I think I could learn to moan with that.” Valerie said with a smile that quickly morphed into full fledged laughter. They laughed together for several minutes before continuing.

“Now Valerie, unless you like razor burn, I would suggest getting a depilatory of some sort. Your biggest problem will be burning from the chemicals on your lips. I have some stuff at home that I get from TV ads when they come on. It doesn’t use chemicals, but is a gel that adheres to the hairs and pulls them out gently. When you pull it off, the hairs have already been uprooted, leaving no pain. If we go buy my place tomorrow, I can lend you some. The best part is that it extracts from below the skin surface, stubble takes days to reappear. Apply it Thursday night and you’ll be good through the weekend.”

“We also need to get you into the doctor, Francine. Your feet are looking better and we can maybe get you back on them for short periods. Maybe even get you back home.”

Francine looked a little melancholy. “I’ve gotten used to having someone else around regularly. Home is going to feel lonely after this week.”

“I didn’t say you had to. Of course you’re welcome to stay for as long as you wish. You’re my best friend.”

“Val, what do you think about something more permanent?”

“You mean, become roommates?”

“Yeah, or more if you feel comfortable with that later.”

“Right now, the more is too much. And, I may be falling in love.”

“Charles, or Sally?”

“You know me too well. Sally. I would never believe that I could fall into romantic love with a woman. Change is scary sometimes. As for moving in together, you know I don’t rely on my car much. It’s too easy to take cabs and busses. The boondocks, where you live would be too far out. My place is too small for something permanent. I don’t know if it would work.”

“Actually, I was thinking about something new, in town, big enough for our needs, both present and future. You know my house is an inheritance. I don’t owe on it and could easily afford half of a nice house, maybe two bedrooms, a basement we could fix up for playing. Eventually neighbors will hear us if we play often enough here.”

“Francine… this is big, and unexpected. Don’t take this wrong, but I need time to think on it. Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay. I didn’t think you’d have an answer right away you silly sub.”

“Good. We’ll talk more next week. Deal?”

“Deal. We’d better get to bed. I’m going to hate myself in the morning.”

“Can I hate you too?”

That rated a pillow in the face.

Valerie’s alarm went off at the disgustingly early hour of 5 AM, just as she had set it. “Staying up till 1 was a bad idea.” She thought to herself. Dragging herself into the shower, she saw in the mirror that long sleeves were once again the order of the day. “I’ve got to go shopping this week. I may need more long sleeve items. I wonder how long before the red goes away?”

A cold shower to wake up and a promise to get enough sleep tonight, and she was dressed and ready to go early. Remembering that she was going to get long distance orders, she checked her E-mail before she left. There was an E-mail from someone called ‘Your_Master@gmail.com’. “Okay,” she thought, “that is easy to spot. Mental note to self, don’t check for orders in public.” She opened it up.

“Valerie, I hope you checked this before you went to bed. I have two orders. Sleep with your hands bound in your cuffs in front of you. E-mail me your feelings at 8 Monday night. On Monday, masturbate to the brink or orgasm sometime during the day while you’re not in the house. Be sure to not cum. E-mail me a complete description of it in a separate E-mail at the same time. Master.”

“Uh-oh.” She said out loud.

“Wha… What is it Val?” Francine asked from the couch.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I’ve managed to disobey Char… Master within a day of leaving his house.”

“Uh, did you forget to tell me something?”

“No. But I didn’t check my E-mail last night.”

“And he had something for you to do last night?”

“Yeah. I was supposed to sleep with my hands bound. I wonder what my punishment will be.”

“You want some advise? From another dominant?”

“Yeah.”

“Find a way to punish yourself before you tell him. It will impress him. It might not mitigate your punishment, but it will show contrition.”

“Punish myself. I would never had thought of that.”

“Yes you would have. You’re too natural a submissive to not have. Now go to work, I have another hour of sleep to get.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

There went another pillow.

The drive was uneventful, as they normally are. At the office, she greeted June. “Hi June. Anything on my desk?”

“Yes, Ms. Burbon. The VP wants an update on the cracker affair. Your printer is on the blink… again. And you have a call back on the Hopkins account.”

“God damn! Don’t bother calling service on the printer. Just get me a new one. You know what it needs to be capable of. I’ll call Hopkins before lunch and tell the VP I’m on my way up. While I’m gone, get personnel and have them do a background check on Brad, as if they were getting ready to hire him again. Complete. And ask them what we have in entry level positions. Finally, prepare a letter of recommendation, a strongly worded one, for a Lilly Amberhurst. Keep it on file in case I need to send it down.”

“Yes Ms. Burbon. Do I know this Lilly Amberhurst?”

“I don’t think so. She’ll make a wonderful employee. I met her at her former job a couple of weeks ago. Hard worker, discreet, loyal to a fault.”

Up at the VP’s office, she told him about the conclusions Sally had come to (though she left Sally out. He wouldn’t take discussing something this touchy outside of the company well) about Brad being the most likely culprit and that personnel was doing a new background check on him. The VP agreed with the possibility and was happy that HE could report progress of a sort. He said to keep him informed and let her go back to work.

In her office, she had the list of positions that were open. There were several that would be perfect for Lilly. She set it aside so she could find it when she called and made her call back to the Hopkin’s agency. The man she had worked with wanted to get together for lunch to touch bases about a possible follow up ad to the one that had been finalized. He said his bosses were enthusiastic and from past experience might want to whip the horse to death. She suggested Montoni’s at 11:30 and he agreed. She buzzed June and asked her to make the reservation.

The rest of her morning passed quickly as the minutia of working in an ad agency took up most of her time. Her lunch meeting went well and the two brainstormed some ideas that they could pitch to his bosses that would build on the successful campaign, yet not seem old and dated by the time they made the airwaves. As she was walking back to the office, she realized that this was the perfect time to follow Master’s orders.

Just thinking about him and her obedience was getting her hot. She ducked into a diner and went to the lady’s room, seeing three stalls inside. “Perfect,” she thought, “private, yet potential public exposure.” She entered the stall against the wall, shut and locked the door. Dropping her pants and panties, she sat down and drew a finger across her pussy lips. Beads of moisture transferred from lip to finger and she brought them up to taste. She shivered at the flavor and aroma that brought back memories of the weekend, of Sally rubbing her pussy while she was strapped into the cross.

She could feel the fear and dread and arousal of being taken buy a woman ‘against her will’ and felt her body respond. As she rubbed her hand across her cunt more, she pictured Charles, gripping her from behind, his hand delving into her pussy, probing deeply, whispering how much of a slut she was. She moaned slightly as she teased herself by imagining her cunt being filled, but not filling it for real. Her breath came faster and faster, her arousal building fast, her pussy screaming for penetration, her clit begging for touch.

She began to writhe of the toilet, acing like a bitch in heat, pleading with herself for more. Unable to stand it anymore, she plunged her fingers into herself and pumped like a mad woman. Higher and higher she went, her need to cum building fast. She added her thumb onto her clit and went wild, jerking so hard that the seat she was sitting on squeaked back and forth. Closer and closer she approached that wondrous climax, right up to the edge, when she stopped with a cry. Her body went rigid and she bit her lower lip, holding the pleasure back by force of will. She hovered on the razors edge, fearful she had gone too far for 30 seconds, before she slowly descended, her orgasm retreating, unrealized.

Opening her eyes, she saw that her feet were braced against the door frame and her back pressed painfully against the pipes behind her. Her hands were covered with her juices, more of which had dripped onto the seat. The air was strong with the aroma of sex. If anyone came in, they would know what happened here. She licked her hand clean of herself and used some tissue to dry her cunt and ass. Pulling her pants back up, she wiped the seat off, dumped the tissues and flushed. After washing in the sink, she exited, wondering what she looked like to the patrons.

Back at the office, June had the letter ready for Valerie’s approval. It also seemed that Lilly had called twice while she was gone, once at 12:05 and once at 12:20. It seems she had a literal interpretation of ‘afternoon.’ Looking over the letter, she saw that June had once again left her with nothing to do in editing it. “I swear, she could do my job for me and no one would notice.” She said to herself.

“Ms. Burbon? Ms. Amberhurst is on line one.”

“Thank you June, I have it.” She said, picking up the phone.

“Lilly, how are you doing.”

“Lady Valerie! He fired me. It’s so wonderful. He said I should never stay somewhere that makes me that uncomfortable. He gave me a check too, severance, he called it.”

“Lilly, dear, that is wonderful. I think you’re the happiest fired person I’ve ever met. You still interested in getting a job here? By the way, in the working world, it should be Ms. Burbon, not lady Valerie.”

“Oh yes, I am interested, even excited, Lady… Ms. Burbon.”

“Good. There’s four openings that will fit you well. They’re looking for two new members of the secretarial pool. Those will be the hardest, but have the best chances for advancement, if you work your ass off. Accounting is looking for a data entry person. Tedious, but perfect for someone planning to quit for something else in the near future, like going to styling school. The last is only for one year while the regular lady takes maternity leave. Main receptionist at the front office. Needs a good people person, able to stay bright and happy under all circumstances and able to memorize where everything in the building is in very short order. Any of those sound good?”

“Wow. They all do. Can I apply for them all?”

“Yes, you can. In fact, most people apply for any available position. That would have you applying for janitor positions as well. Come to think of it, your job at Mr. Vanquil’s house would be taken as job experience for custodial work.”

“They all sound great. How do I apply?”

“Come in to the building. The lady at the front desk can tell you where and how to apply. Be sure to bring your letter from Mr. Vanquil. Also, come up to my office first, and I’ll have your letter ready as well.”

“Thank you soooooooo much Ms. Burbon. I’ll come right down. Uh, where is it?”

Valerie laughed lightly. “It’s on the block of 37th avenue between Grover and Hilmes streets. Do you know where that is?”

“No, but the bus driver will.”

“Good. Oh, and Lilly, were something conservative and if you can, take your visible piercings out. They won’t keep you from getting hired per se, but could be the deciding point if all other factors are equal.”

“Yes ma’am. Goodbye ma’am.”

Hanging up, she buzzed June. “June, add a section to the letter that indicated that I have had opportunities to observe her housecleaning work personally and that her skills in that regard are top notch.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Valerie spent the next hour making notes on the potential Hopkin’s redux. She called a couple of people to let them know that there may be more work, but nothing assured yet. The letter was done and she signed it, setting it aside in an envelope to give to the young lady.

Timing seemed to be perfect today, as June buzzed her and announced, “Ms. Burbon, Ms. Amberhurst is here to see you.”

“Send her in, June.”

The young lady who walked in was definitely not dressed conservatively. Lilly looked nervous, almost scared as she stood in front of the desk. Valerie, mindful of how sensitive she was, pointed to a chair. “Lilly, have a seat. How can I help you?”

“Lad… Ms. Burbon, I don’t… I don’t…” The girl seemed almost frightened to say what she wanted to say.

“Lilly, I’m not your boss. I’d like to think that I’m your friend. There’s nothing you can say that will make me dislike you. I assume that you know that you’re not wearing something conservative, right?”

“Yes. This… This is the most straight laced thing I own. I have no idea what I should wear to get a job at a place like this. Master Charles seemed to treat my clothing choices as a good thing.”

“Well, that doesn’t surprise me. There’s only one thing to do then. We need to go shopping. I need to get some new clothes myself and I can show you what kind of things to wear when trying to get a job in the professional world”

“I didn’t want to impose…”

“Nonsense. It’s an excuse for me to get out of the office. I assume that your severance pay was enough to afford new clothes?”

“Yes ma’am, it was quite generous.”

“Let’s go.”

As they left, Valerie gave June some instructions for contacting her if needed. Leaving Val’s car in the garage, the two took a bus up to 57th and Valerie introduced Lilly to her favorite clothing store, Marie’s. As she had hoped, Heather was working. Heather was a genius at finding the perfect clothes for her customers. In her hands, even the totally fashion inept woman would look fabulous and professional.

An hour later I found myself on the doorstep of the very home I had visited late the previous evening when I had dropped off the rose and it’s accompanying note. The woman who answered the door with the security chain in place was still as beautiful as ever and I looked for any sign that she might recognize me. There was no hint of that, she even asked that I show her my I.D. from work before apologizing and opening the door. I stepped into her home and as she locked the door behind me I wondered where this road might lead. She showed me to a seat in the living room, offered me something to drink and after bringing me water and exchanging a few pleasantries began to tell her tale. It was basically the one that I thought she might present, void of the exact specifics of her sexual arousing but laden with enough of the facts to be believable. What I didn’t see coming was her specific request.

She looked me deeply into my eyes saying, “Please Jonathan, I’m supposed to meet this man tonight at eight and I don’t know what I’m to do. I can’t lose my position at the office, I’ve worked all my life to get where I am. I need someone who can stand up to him, a man, someone who’s on a more even footing than I am. I know it’s a lot to ask but you’re the only one who knows what happened, you’re the only one I can trust.” Now, I felt the panic that she must have felt during the past two days, trying to think of a reason, a way, something that would get me out of this predicament. “I don’t know Shelley, this seems like more of a job for security or even…” I watched as she bit her lip, tears coming to her eyes and for some reason I found myself saying, “Alright, I’ll go with you.”

As she changed, I sat there my mind going a million miles an hour trying to think of just how I could make this work. I instructed her that I would leave now and that she should follow in one hour, which should be adequate time to meet the eight o’clock deadline. “I’ll see if I can’t find another way into the building. If we both show up together he’s sure to get suspicious and I think we need the element of surprise on our side.” Speeding down the interstate, I knew that time was of the essence and I had to prepare the scene and figure out how best to keep up the deception at the same time. Less than an hour later I had slipped back into the shadows just as the door opened at 1401 South Harding.

You walked in to see a set of wrist restraints hanging from the ceiling, a whip coiled along with a set of nipple clamps on a table next to it. Moving closer to peer into the four corners of the building you didn’t see me slip out from the darkness until I was putting the padlock on the inside of the door and having it click shut. I saw from the corner of my eye as you jumped at the sound and I slowly turned saying, “I would think after last night you would already know my preference. Strip.” Your eyes moved warily around the room as if searching for someone but as I began walking your way you slowly began discarding your clothing. Minutes later, I basked in light of your natural beauty once again.

“Tonight we begin the second phase of your training. I trust by your presence that you’re ready to proceed?” A slow nod of the head indicated it was so but your eyes still tired to steal a furtive glance while your face was almost a scarlet red. I knew it was the thought of not one, but now two men who might have taken their visual pleasure from the sight of you in the past twenty-four hours. “Put your hands behind your back.” Once again you didn’t move quite fast enough for my pleasure but I let the matter slip because of the plans I had made. I took the cuffs, placing one on your right wrist first and taking pleasure from the way your body trembled as I ratcheted it tightly shut. The left one followed and I walked in front of you, coming face to face even as yours was beginning to slip downward.

Reaching out I took your breasts in my hands, squeezing them gently at first and then rougher and rougher. Your chest began to rise and fall with the exertion and the excitement I was causing. My hands slipped down and begsn to fondle your nipples, stroking, tweaking and then twisting them, your eyes closing in anticipation of what was to come. I reached over to pick up the clamps on the table nearby, knowing you were tensing yourself against the pain that I was about to make you partake in. “You seem a bit preoccupied tonight, my dear. The way you were looking all around at first I thought maybe you were expecting someone else.” Your body stiffened visibly as I continued saying, “Perhaps, your handsome rescuer you met with this afternoon?”

Your eyes opened wide and I let the devices clamp shut as I finished the sentence. Your secret out and your body in agony combined to once again send you off into a series of orgasms. Your voice lost, a silent scream escaping your lungs while your mind tried desperately to cling onto the words I had just spoken. “Did you think I would be so foolish as to not have someone watching your every move?” You tried to speak but words weren’t possible, your body having betrayed you. Under it’s own spell, it was teaching you that pain, pleasure and madness all rode a fine line, the abyss threatening to consume you should you fall.

Walking behind you I pulled the chain that your bonds were secured to and lifted your arms until your body was bent over at the waist. Your breasts hung down, your body shaking as I grabbed your hair and lifted your face to look into my eyes. The black hood only made my blue eyes that much more striking and I watched yours as they tried unsuccessfully to focus on them, your mind now consumed as much as your body by the feelings that were coursing through your skin. “I’m dealing with the intruder you sent, he’ll not be bothering us.” Your head released it fell as I reached over and uncoiled the whip assuming my position behind you.

Unlike the crop that I had used on her the previous evening, the whip carried a much longer lasting effect. The first time it hit her, it coiled around her leg leaving an angry welt on the inside of her thigh. Her scream this time was loud and piercing, her body trying to assimilate this latest invasion on top of what she had already been subjected too. Minutes later her body was a veritable map of lines where I had dissected her with the torturous weapon. The inside of her legs dripped with the excesses of her passion, a passion fueled by her latest discoveries. I was right about her, she was such a woman.

Dropping the whip I came around in front of her again. I lifted her face slowly this time, her eyes were a mixture of clouds and what almost seemed like a euphoric, drug like quality. More powerful than any substance, illegal or otherwise, this feeling that she had discovered and was now becoming hopelessly addicted to. Minutes later her body had finally come to a near standstill, the ride nearing its end and I wanted to leave her with one more lesson to be learned. “I know all of your secrets my dear, all of your decadent, wicked fetishes and I can bring all of it to life for you. Do not try my patience by doing something as foolish as inviting others into our games. They, and you, will pay if you do so.”

With that the clamps came off and the blood began to rush back into her numb, oh so sensitive nipples. As I walked across the room towards the door to remove the lock I heard her cries and closed my eyes, lost in the sounds of her torment. By the time she had finished I was gone and she hung there sated, her mind slowly beginning to come out of its self-imposed exile. The door crashed open and Jonathan came through the threshold, his clothes a tattered mess. “Shelley?” He walked across the floor to see the beautiful woman in this uncomfortable, compromised position and her tears fell unabated.

I took the keys that her “captor” had left lying on the floor and unlocked her bonds. Turning my back, I waited until she had dressed and turned as she stood there her head hung in shame while her tears silently fell. “I, I’m sorry. I was walking around the back of the building and someone hit me from behind. Are you alright?” The nod of her head had to suffice, words failing her for the moment. “Was it the same man? I remember seeing a black hood for some reason, was that him?” Another nod, her head never leaving the submissive spell she was trying to come out from under until, “Shelley, we have to call the police. They’ll know what to…” “NO, we can’t.” Her words were an agonizing plea. “He swore he’d harm us, both of us if we were to do something like that.”

“I, I don’t know what to say then, I don’t know what we can do.” You surprised me by falling into my arms, your tears beginning anew. I felt myself stiffen, my emotions confused as to how to proceed but I let my arms surround you. Moments later you looked back up at me, your eyes shining with moisture saying, “Please, please Jonathan, take me home. I don’t want to be alone, I can’t be alone right now.” We left her car there, I drove through the silent city streets as she sat beside me, her eyes dry now but her body still trembling from all that she had endured in such a short period of time. My mind was almost as confused as hers, this had not been something I had planned might happen.

She unlocked the door and we entered her abode. Moving quickly over to the bar, she poured us both a generous portion of the amber liquid there and I watched as she downed hers quickly and began to have another. “Don’t you think you should slow down a little?” My query was not answered, her shaking hands gripping the glass so tightly as to almost shatter it but she did sit down on the couch, motioning for me to join her. I sat down at the far end but she moved quickly to close the gap between us, her eyes demure, almost shy in their glance.

“I need to tell you something Jonathan. It was so sweet of you to turn away while I dressed, I know it must have been disturbing to see me like that.” I tried speaking but she held her finger to her lips asking for my silence while she continued. “I haven’t been quite truthful with you and I owe you that much. Please try not to think badly of me, please?” She went on to recant her story, telling me every single detail from the first e-mail up until this very moment. “You see, he knows, he knows everything. How I feel, how it makes me feel, where he’s taking me. In truth, I think I want to go there. Does that make any sense?” She stood up and walked over to the table where she had put her purse and began to rummage through it.

“Shelley, I don’t think this is…” I stopped as she came back with the shackles I was unaware that she had brought back with us. She sat back down saying, “Jonathan, have you ever done anything like what he’s done to me? Have you every, you know, played?” My eyes now were the ones wide with concern, “No, no I haven’t. Why did you…” She began to place one of them on her wrists, her eyes closing with an almost purring sound until she stopped and looked at me saying, “I can’t explain to you how it feels. Please, I need for you to understand. Let me show you. Turn around.” “Shelley, no, I don’t think this is…” Her eyes pleaded for understanding and I sighed, turning my back as she fastened the two cuffs around my wrists and clicked them shut.

“Doesn’t it feel exquisite? The feeling of no control over the situation, powerless to the advances of another?” I moved cautiously turning around on the sofa to tell her no but she had moved back over to the table and had pulled out a pack of cigarettes out of her purse, lighting one. “I’m sorry, I don’t get the same feelings as you, I guess it’s just not for me.” She smiled as she returned to the sofa, picking up her glass in her other hand while exhaling a puff of smoke directly in my face. “Oh, are you sure? I don’t think you’re giving it a fair chance Jonathan. Maybe we should leave them on for awhile longer.”

“No, I’m quite sure. Please unlock me, unlock me now okay?” A sip of the drink and she leaned closer, her face now inches from mine as I tried to lean back but there was nowhere to go. “Jonathan, they say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Do you know that?” If they were, her soul was black and dangerous as her brown eyes told me that somehow the game had gone very, very wrong. “From the moment you walked in here I knew there was something about your eyes, something about the color, the shape, the way they looked at me.” She smiled, an evil smile as she continued saying, “It’s the funniest thing, I called personnel after you left and there hasn’t been any breach of security.”

Panic was setting in, beads of sweat bursting out on my forehead and I squirmed as her grin grew wider and wider. “Why,I’m betting if I had them run a trace, the last person to view my file, was you. Wasn’t it, my dear?” Her laughter rang out at my predicament as she stood up and walked over to a closet nearby, opening it and beginning to remove a few things.

The ball gag she held in her right hand and the cock ring, which filled her left, offset the evilest smile as she said, “You know, you were right. You will fulfill all my deepest, darkest fantasies and after I take these pictures and put them someplace, safe…well, we will see if we can’t come to a mutually, satisfactory agreement. As she slipped the gag between my helpless lips and into my mouth she leaned close and whispered in my ear, “Payback is a bitch luv and I can be one too.”

I continued, “I expect you to be obedient and do as I tell you without question. Understand that I am going to use you, all of you, if you are obedient you will be rewarded, but if you are not obedient you will be punished. Also understand that if things get too much to handle that all you have to say is the word “RED” and the evening will end without question or reprisals. If you agree to this stand up, remove your panties, place them neatly on the table in front of me, then sit back down with your bare ass resting on the chair. If you do not wish to continue say so and we will enjoy a quiet dinner as Jordan and Rebecca and we will put this behind us.”

Rebecca again looked as if she was asking herself over an over if this is what she wanted. Again she picked up her wine and took another drink, trying to gather the courage to comply. She then took a deep breath slid her chair back and stood up. She reached under her skirt and slid her panties over her hips and down her thighs letting them drop to the floor. Her cheeks flushed again as she bent down and picked them up, folded them and placed them on the table in front of me. She then sat down making sure to sit so her bare ass was on the chair. She sat there, eyes cast down, a nice blush across her cheeks and her chest. Her nipples seemed to stiffen even more betraying her excitement. I picked up the wisp of material that was her thong panty and brought them to my face and breathed in her womanly scent. They were quite damp, which confirmed how hot she was. I smiled and placed the panties back on the table, in plain site. I then pressed the call button to let the waiter know we were ready to order. While we waited for the waiter I instructed her “You are to remain silent when the waiter is here, I will order for us.”

Rebecca swallowed hard and answered, “Yes Sir” as her eyes darted from mine to her panties lying there in plain site and back to mine. I could see her discomfort in her eyes as she realized that the waiter would realize they were her panties lying there. She took the final mouthful of her wine as the curtain was opened and the waiter appeared.

The waiter spoke, “Are you ready to order?”

“Yes I am ready; I will have a shrimp cocktail to start, Porterhouse steak medium rare, salad, and baked potato with sour cream and bring the lady another glass of wine.” Rebecca got a strange look as I failed to order her anything for dinner. With our order taken the waiter left us again closing the curtain behind him. After the waiter was gone Rebecca started to speak but I cut her off, “You said you wanted to feel owned well tonight I own you and you will not question my actions.”

“Yes Sir,” was Rebecca”s only response.

“You said you wanted a lover to take control, to use you for his pleasure. Well I intend to use you, to make you feel owned, and I promise that if you are obedient your pleasure will not be forgotten.”

Just then there was a knock then the curtain opened and the waiter came in, set Rebecca”s wine in front of her taking in her cleavage, again Rebecca blushed, only this time she resisted the urge to cover herself up. The waiter then turned and set my shrimp cocktail down. This is when he noticed Rebecca”s panties sitting on the table, and gave me a curious look, smiled and asked, “Will there be anything else.” I told him no and he left again pulling the curtain closed behind him.

I took the first shrimp and ate it, then I took the second one and cut it in half dipping half into the cocktail sauce and then offered it to Rebecca”s lips she open her mouth and took the morsel. We continued our dinner in the same fashion, Rebecca getting a morsel for every couple of bites I got. Rebecca continued to blush when the waiter would bring each course, but never tried to readjust her blouse.

When we were finished with the meal and Rebecca had finished her second glass of wine, the waiter cleared the table and asked if we wanted desert. I said, “No just bring us the check.”

Once the waiter left to take care of the check Rebecca spoke for the first time, “Thank you Sir for sharing your meal with me.”

I just smiled and took her hand and kissed it, answering, “It was my pleasure.” I then got up to help Rebecca with her chair, leaving her panties for the waiter. It was then that I realized that not only was the waiter getting an eyeful of Rebecca”s breast, but also an ample amount of her thigh above her stockings was exposed as a result of how she was required to sit. I could not help but wonder what thoughts were going through her mind knowing that she was showing all that thigh and was naked under her skirt. As she stood the skirt momentarily stayed up exposing her creamy ass. This again brought a blush to her face, but she did not comment or make any move to smooth it down.

As we headed for the front entrance her walking caused the skirt to fall into its proper position, I am sure to Rebecca”s relief. I gave the ticket to the valet and he went for the car. When he returned he opened Rebecca”s door for her. As she sat her best effort of modesty still gave the doorman and the valet a wonderful view of her creamy thighs, almost to her pussy. As I got in I realized that Rebecca had hiked up the back of her skirt and again had her bare ass sitting on the seat. Rebecca”s obedient submission brought a stirring to my cock, as I knew that the night was young and would be very satisfying for both of us. I then pulled out of the restaurant and headed for my home.

Once on the road I reached over and put my hand on Rebecca”s thigh. When my hand came in contact with her thigh Rebecca let out a quiet sigh and slowly opened here legs to give me access. As I drove I caressed her inner thigh working my hand further up her thigh until I came in contact with her pubic hair. Rebecca spread her thighs even farther to give me access to her moist pussy. I ran a finger up her pussy slit she shuddered and I felt her slit open and some pussy juice flow from it. I then ran my finger from the base of her slit all the way to her clit, which I gave a little pinch. This brought a moan from Rebecca and a caused her pussy to release more juice. I continued to stroke her pussy and pinch her clit during the trip, and soon had her softly mewing as her excitement grew.

Once I pulled into the driveway and parked I pulled my hand from under Rebecca”s skirt and brought it to my nose and inhaled her womanly scent. I licked her juice from one of my fingers, relishing her the sweat musky flavor of her pussy. I then offered my other juice covered fingers to her lips and she parted her lips and gently sucked and licked her juice from each one of my fingers. This had my cock throbbing, as I could not believe how submissive my high-powered executive friend was acting this evening. I would soon find just how submissive she was ready to be.

I got out of the car and went around to Rebecca”s side and opened the door for her. As she turned to get out of the car she gave me a great view of her well-trimmed bush. I wondered what her reaction would be later on when I shaved it bald. As she stood her skirt stayed up giving me a great view of her ass. I quickly ushered her into the house, as much as I was enjoying her embarrassment with her exposure I did not want to give my neighbors a show.

Once inside I lead her to the center of the living room and had her stand facing the sofa. I then instructed her how to stand in proper position, hands clasp behind her neck, feet shoulder width apart, back and head straight, and eyes cast downward. With her in this position I sat to take in her beauty. I sat there for only a few minutes admiring her beauty and submissiveness, to her it probably felt like an eternity. I then spoke, “Rebecca, you are quiet beautiful, and I wish to see more of you. Remove your blouse and skirt, fold them and set them over there.” I pointed to the stand by the front door.

She slowly lowered her hands from behind her neck and started with the blouse. She unbuttoned the remaining buttons and pulled it from her skirt. She then let it fall from her shoulders exposing her breast straining at the sheer lace bra. Next came her skirt, she reached behind her and pulled the zipper down letting the skirt fall around her ankles. She stepped out of it and went to pick it up and I stopped her. “Rebecca, stop, turn around and then bend to pick it up, I want to see your ass.” Rebecca”s face went red once again, but she complied. As she bent over I just spoke one word, “Slowly.” I enjoyed the view of her ass and the cleft of her of her pussy as she was bent over. She straightened up and took her blouse and skirt and placed them on the stand as I had instructed her. She then returned to the same spot and got back into position.

As I was enjoying her beauty and discomfort of being nearly naked before me I addressed her, “Rebecca, when we started this evening I told you that I expect you to be obedient and follow my instructions without hesitation. I also told you if you failed that you would be punished. Well you have failed twice tonight, the first time was when you were not ready at 6:00, and the second time was when you adjusted your blouse at the restaurant. As much as I dislike the thought of punishing you, I must teach you that not being obedient has it consequences.”

“I understand Sir!” Came Rebecca”s answer but her eyes showed a bit of fear as she was wondering what punishment she would have to endure.

I left her standing there, contemplating her fate, as I got up and left the living room. I went to my bedroom and got the ping-pong paddle from my bottom dresser drawer. Then I went to the dining room and took a dining room chair into the living room and set it in front of Rebecca. I then hung the ping-pong paddle off the back of the chair and sat down in front of Rebecca. I looked into Rebecca”s eyes as she obediently stayed in position while I prepared to dole out her punishment. I seen a mixture of fear and excitement as she wondered if she could actually submit to the spanking that she obviously was about to receive.

Before I positioned her for her spanking, I reached up and unclasped her bra and left her breast spill out. I then had her drop her hands so that I could remove her bra. As soon as her bra was removed she placed her hands back behind her neck in proper position. This had the effect of causing her breast to be thrust forward. I reached up and cupped each breast giving them a nice squeeze, followed by taking her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and giving them a nice hard pinch. Rebecca gave out a little squeal as I applied pressure to each of her nipples. With her nipples trapped between my thumb and finger I pulled straight out from her chest until her nipples were pulled from my grasp. When Rebecca”s nipples pulled from my grasp they were red and even harder.

I sat back on the chair and spoke, “Come here Rebecca.” At the same time I indicated beside me with my hand. She moved to where she was to stand. I turned her to face the chair, and had her drape herself over my lap. I then took her hands and pulled them behind her. Taking them in my left hand, held them together pinned to the small of her back. I ran my right hand across her creamy ass; my touch caused a sharp intake of air, like she was hit with a bolt of electric. I continued to caress her ass, waiting for her to relax just a bit. As I was caressing her ass I explained, “Rebecca, you are about to be spanked for your failures, I hope this spanking instills in you a greater desire to be an obedient submissive. Now you were twenty minutes late for our evening, after I specifically told you 6:00 sharp, which will cost you twenty swats. Then you adjusted your blouse at the restaurant when I had put you on display for my pleasure, this will cost you an additional ten with the paddle. You will count each swat and thank me for it, if you miss count we will go back to the beginning of that set and start over.”

Before my words could completely sink in I landed the first swat, CRACK! A pink handprint appeared on her left cheek. Rebecca let out a shrill screech, and jumped in my lap as my hand landed. Then Rebecca was silent, I started to caress her left cheek, and she let out a low moan as my hand touched the handprint, but other then that, silence. “Rebecca, did you not hear my instructions, or are you just being disobedient to get more spankings!”

The sternness in my voice hit Rebecca as hard as my hand had hit her ass, and she blurted out, “I am sorry, I, I, I…” It was like she was searching for something to say. Then, “One, thank you, Sir!”

“Very good Rebecca, but too late, shall we start again?”

“Yes Sir.” Came from Rebecca”s lips in almost a whisper.

I again started caressing her ass, this time in silence, waiting for her to relax. She was panting, and I am sure just a little light headed from being over my lap. Just as I felt her tension subside I landed the next swat on her right cheek, CRACK! A pink handprint appeared on her right cheek.

Rebecca let out a shrill screech, and jumped in my lap as my hand landed, but then she said, “One, Thank You Sir!”

CRACK! The next swat landed as soon as she got Sir out of her mouth. She did not screech with this swat and immediately spoke, “Two, Thank You Sir!”

CRACK! CRACK! Came the next swats before she had time to recover from the first two, “Three, Four, Thank You Sir!”

I then ran my hand over the pink handprints starting to cover her creamy ass, again waiting for her to relax, and when she least expected it CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The next four came with lightening speed. She was sobbing and squirming trying to get her hands free to cover her hot ass. But through her sobbing she managed, “Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Thank you Sir!”

Her ass was now completely pink, as I was making sure my swats covered her entire ass. I then feel into a rhythm, CRACK! “Nine, Thank You Sir!” CRACK! “Ten, Thank You Sir!” CRACK! “Eleven, Thank You Sir!” CRACK! “Twelve, Thank You Sir!” CRACK! “Thirteen, Thank You Sir!” CRACK! “Fourteen, Thank You Sir!” CRACK! “Fifteen, Thank You Sir!” CRACK! “Sixteen, Thank You Sir!” CRACK! “Seventeen, Thank You Sir!” CRACK! “Eighteen, Thank You Sir!” CRACK! “Nineteen, Thank You Sir!” CRACK! “Twenty, Thank You Sir!”

By the twentieth swat her ass was red, her sobbing had turned to moaning, and she was trying to anticipate and meet the next swat. I ran my hand over her hot ass and she moaned and ground her pelvis into my lap. I then ran my hand down between her thighs and across her pussy. She was completely soaked and my touch had her trembling.

“You are doing good Rebecca, but now it is time to take care of the matter of your blouse. Are you ready Rebecca?”

In a hesitant voice Rebecca answered, “Yes Sir!”

“Good then we will begin”, is all I said as I got the ping-pong paddle from the back of the chair. I started out again by caressing her ass, only this time it was with the ping-pong paddle. The rough texture of the paddle had her moaning and grinding her crotch into my lap. When she was totally into the sensation of the paddle rubbing her ass I quickly raised it and landed her next swat squarely on her right cheek, CRACK! Before she could fully comprehend the first swat I landed the second one squarely on her left cheek.

The combination of the two swats caused her to jump and let out a scream, but then, “One, Two, Thank You Sir! Came from Rebecca”s trembling lips. CRACK! “Three, Thank you Sir!” CRACK! “Four, Thank You Sir!”

By the fourth swat Rebecca was rising to meet each stroke then grinding her pussy into my lap. Rebecca”s reaction to the spanking had my cock so hard it hurt.

CRACK! “Five, Thank You Sir!” CRACK! “Six, Thank You Sir!” CRACK! “Seven, Thank You Sir!” CRACK! “Eight, Thank You Sir!”

By the eighth swat with the ping-pong paddle Rebecca”s ass was dark red, and you could feel the heat coming off it. She was panting and humping my lap moaning lost in her excitement.

CRACK! CRACK! Came the last two swats and before Rebecca could react I dropped the ping-pong paddle and rammed two fingers into Rebecca”s hot pussy, and began fucking her. That was all she needed to explode, her orgasm was so violent she through herself off my lap and onto the floor.

As she lay there trying to recover I got up stepped over her and headed to my bedroom. From the bottom dresser drawer I pulled a set of leather wrist cuffs, leather ankle cuffs, and a leather strap about nine inches long with snap hooks at each end, along with a soft leather blindfold. When I got to back to the living room I stopped in my tracks Rebecca was right where I left her but now she was kneeling facing the chair. Her hands were clasped behind her neck, back straight, and knees apart, the perfect picture of submission. I stood there for a moment admiring Rebecca”s beauty; it was like seeing her for the first time. I set the cuffs on the table out of Rebecca”s sight, then went behind her and placed the blindfold on her. As her world went black she let out a sigh of contentment.

The wrist cuffs were next; I took her left hand first and placed the soft leather cuff around her wrist pulling the buckle tight but not to tight. Placing her left hand back behind her neck, I took her right hand and placed the other cuff around her wrist, again tight but not to tight. Kneeling behind her I placed her ankles in the other set of cuffs, then I took the leather strap with the snap hooks at each end and clipped the ankle cuffs together with one snap hook. I reached up and pulled both of her wrists down and clipped the wrist cuffs together with the other snap hook. As the snap hook clicked shut Rebecca”s body shuddered and a moan escaped her lips. She was now in effect hogtied while kneeling.

I stood up and leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Rebecca, you seemed to be enjoying your evening so I have decided to take it to another level.” With that Rebecca moaned again as her body trembled in anticipation.

I removed my shoes and placed them under the table where Rebecca”s blouse and skirt were laying. Then I returned to where Rebecca was kneeling so obediently and removed my shirt and slacks. Rebecca moaned and her breathing became heavier as she heard the zipper being pulled down. After I removed my slacks, shirt, and briefs I sat back in the chair that I just used to dole out Rebecca”s punishment. I then addressed her, “Rebecca, you took your punishment well, all is forgiven.”

Rebecca blurted out her response quickly, “I am so sorry that I displeased you Sir! I will try harder to please you, and be obedient.”

“I know you will Rebecca, and I will continue to keep you on your toes. Now, Rebecca you will have a chance to show me how much you want to please me.”

With that said, I reached out and took Rebecca”s head and gently put firmly guided her lips to my hard cock. As soon as my cock touched her lips they parted and she swirled her tongue over its head, which brought a moan from my lips. She continued to tongue my cock as she took the head into her mouth and start working down my hard shaft. She worked a good bit into her mouth but stopped just as my cock head bumped the back of her throat, she still had about an inch or so that she had not taken. I let her work on that much of my shaft sucking and licking it, loudly. She progressed to slowly fucking her mouth but still she would not take it all. I wondered if she ever had a cock in her throat, and then wondered what she was going to do when I attempted to push my cock head into her throat.

I let her continue to control the pace of her oral service for a few minutes, until I felt that she was into it enough for me to start controlling the pace. On the next down stroke I placed my hand on the back of her head and did not leave her slide her lips back up my shaft, instead I placed gentle but firm pressure on the back of her head forcing my cock against the entrance to her throat. She gagged a little and tried to pull off of my cock, but I just let her slide back far enough to breath and I pushed her head back down and this time my cock went into her throat, and her lips were mashed against my pubic hair. She gagged a little and the spasms caused her throat muscles to grab my cock. I held her with my cock buried deep in her throat as she struggled to relax and deal with the slight panic she must have been feeling. When I felt her pushing against my hand I let her back off my cock just enough to let her suck air in around my cock. The cool air rushing past my hot cock caused a low moan to escape my throat. Just as her lungs were filled with air I plunged my cock back into her throat. This time she did not gag, and her throat seemed to relax and except my cock. I held her head again until I felt her struggling to pull off my cock again. This time when she sucked in her ration of air it caused a tingle in my balls. Which was only intensified, by her taking my cock into her throat on her own.

I smiled, knowing she was ready for me to push her a little more. Slowly I pulled her lips off my cock until only the head was left in her mouth then I plunged my cock all the way in, then slowly back off and again plunged it all the way into her throat. As I continued fucking her throat, Rebecca quickly fell into a rhythm with her breathing. I could feel my balls getting tighter as I approached my orgasm. I was no longer fucking her throat; I was just guiding Rebecca”s head as she fucked her own throat for me. Rebecca”s throat had me on the edge in no time at all.

As my orgasm approached I stiffened and grabbed the back of Rebecca”s head and pushed my cock into her throat. Holding her head firmly buried in my crotch I let out a deep growl pumped shot after shot of cum down her throat and into her belly.

When my orgasm finally subsided I relaxed my grip and Rebecca pulled off my cock gasping for air. As I recovered from my orgasm I slowly stroked Rebecca”s hair much as you would pet an obedient pet. Rebecca was still leaning forward resting with her cheek on my thigh, my cock lying limp almost touching her lips. Her face was still red and there were beads of sweat on her forehead. There was just a little dribble of cum on the one corner of her mouth, and her perfect make-up was a mess. As her breathing returned to normal she began to almost purr as I continued to pet her. I then watch in amazement as her tongue snaked out from between her lips and licked the dribble of cum from the corner of her mouth. She then leaned forward and began to lick and suck my cock clean. When she was done cleaning my cock she laid her cheek on my thigh and continued to tongue bath my cock.

I let her enjoy herself for a few minutes then I pulled my cock from her lips. As my cock popped from her hungry lips she let out a moan of protest. I helped her back into her proper kneeling position then stood went behind her and released her wrist and ankles from the cuffs and then helped her to her feet. I lead her to the bathroom where I removed the blindfold. “Take care of your personal needs this will be your last chance for a while, then get a shower. You have fifteen minutes until I return.” With that I handed her a towel, a washcloth and a disposable enema kit. “Remember I own you tonight and I intend to use all of you for my pleasure.”

Rebecca looked at the enema kit and went red, in almost a whisper she answered, “Yes Sir!” I turned and left her with her thoughts.

It was time to prepare for her next step. As I got a basin of hot water, a couple of towels, a razor and shaving cream, I wondered what Rebecca”s reaction is going to be when she is tied down and I shaved her pussy bald.

Once I had the shaving items laid out on the kitchen counter, I went to my bedroom and got several lengths of rope. I placed the ropes on one of the kitchen chair. I went back to the living room and got the wrist cuffs and went to the bathroom to get Rebecca. It had been a few minutes longer than fifteen so I knew she would be ready. I opened the bathroom door, and could not help but smile; there was Rebecca on her knees in position on the bathmat. I stood there taking in her submissive beauty, knowing how strong a woman she was made her submission so much more erotic.

I stood Rebecca up and turned her to face away from me. I then replaced the blindfold, once again plunging her world into darkness. As a pulled her wrist behind her and placed the leather cuffs on her, her whole body shook and yet another moan escaped her lips. Taking her by the arm I lead her out of the bathroom down the hall and into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen I positioned her so that her ass was against the edge of the table. I released the snap hook between the wrist cuffs and had her sit on the edge of the table. Once sitting on the edge of the table I had her lie flat on her back, her legs dangling off the edge of the table. Taking a length of rope from the counter I attached one end to her left wrist cuff and the other end to the table leg. Her right wrist was next, once secured Rebecca instinctively pulled at the ropes, almost as if testing her restraints.

I then lifted her legs placing her feet on the edge of the table. I took a length of rope and made a slip knot at one end, and then pulled the loop open far enough to drop it over her right knee letting come to rest on her upper thigh and ankle. Pulling the slipknot tight caused her heal to be pulled toward the back of her thigh. Once the slipknot was pulled tight I made several winds of the rope around her leg then secured the end. Her left leg was secured in the same fashion. Taking one more length of rope I attached it to the rope on her right leg then passed it under the table and attached it to the rope around her left leg pulling it tight so as to cause Rebecca”s legs to be spread wide open.

With Rebecca secured to the table and her pussy completely open to me it was time to start. I took a small towel and placed it in the basin of hot water. I then took the towel and wrung it out and placed it over Rebecca”s pussy to soften her hair. When the hot towel made contact with her skin she jumped and gasp in surprise. While I let the towel rest on her pussy I placed a chair so that when I sat I would be right in front of her sweet pussy, and another chair beside it to serve as a table. I then retrieved the basin, shaving cream, and razor and placed them on the second chair. I removed the towel and then ran my hand over her pussy, feeling her pubic hair for the last time. I then covered her pussy with shaving cream. As I picked up the razor and made the first pass with it, I warned Rebecca, “Be still, I do not want to slip and cut you.” I then dipped the razor into the basin and rinsed it, and continued. With each pass of the razor Rebecca moaned and fought to stay still. I could see her pussy slit glistening as the friction of the razor scraping her hair away was turning her on more and more. It did not take long to finish as Rebecca kept her bush well trimmed. I then took a wet towel and rinsed the remaining shaving cream away. Once done, I dried her pussy and rubbed some oil into her skin to prevent razor burn.

As I rubbed the oil into her skin she started to push her mound into my hand. I quickly smacked her freshly shaved pussy, which caused her to let out a scream. I then scolded her, “I told you to hold still, I did not give you permission to move.” Her hips stopped pushing, but her breathing was becoming very ragged, betraying how turned on she was. After I was finished rubbing the oil in to her skin I sat back and admired how beautiful her pussy was. Her mound had a shimmer from the oil and her slit was open and glistening as a slight trickle of pussy juice was running from her pussy.

I got up leaving Rebecca secured to the table, wondering what I had in store for her next. As Rebecca lay there I cleaned up the shaving equipment and then went to my bedroom and got a medium butt plug, some lube and a vibe from my toy drawer. From our past conversations I knew Rebecca had experienced anal sex with less than desirable results. I often wondered if it was because she did not find it a turn on or was it a result of her partner”s technique. Well tonight I was going to do my best to change her mind about anal sex. I returned to the kitchen with my toys and again had to stop and take in Rebecca”s beauty, as she lay there secured to the table, completely open for my enjoyment. I laid the toys on the second chair. I then whispered in her ear, “Rebecca you may let your body respond but you are not permitted to cum until I tell you to.”

“Yes Sir!” was all she said. Her breathing had calmed and she was lying very still, that would change very soon.

Reaching up with both hands I touched her inner thighs just above her knees. My touch caused Rebecca to jump as if she had been hit with a bolt of electricity. I then, ever so lightly, ran my hands up her inner thighs across the ropes that secured her stopping just short of her pussy then back to her knees. I continued my caress ever so lightly each time coming closer and closer to Rebecca”s pussy. Every time I got close she would buck her hips trying to get me to touch her pussy, to give her more pleasure. I knew it was driving her crazy, and was working right into my plan. I would have her begging for relief before I was through. I soon replaced my hands with my lips slowly kissing and lightly flicking my tongue over her inner thighs, and even over her mound but never once touching her slit or clit. I continued my slow assault on her body and mind. With each flick of my tongue on her mound she would buck her hips in an attempt to get me to lick her slit. Her breathing was heavy and her head was thrashing back and forth, and I stepped up my attack. I ran my tongue up her pussy slit stopping just short of her clit. This caused her to buck wildly and start to beg, “Oh God, please Sir! I can”t take much more, please let me cum.” I ignored her pleas and continued my assault on her slit, sucking her pussy lips into my mouth and then scraping them with my teeth as I pulled off them. Her pussy juice was flowing and she was going crazy, her head thrashing back and forth. She continued to beg, “Please!!!!!!!, Oh God Please let me cummmmmmmmm!!!!”

I knew I now had her ready and I picked up the vibe, turned it on high and started running it up and down her slit. Her whole body started to shake and her pussy juice was pouring from her slit. Rebecca was rambling incoherently now, “Please!!!!!! Ohhhhh Goddddd Please LET ME CUMMMMMM!!!”

I knew she could not take much more and would cum with or without my permission, which was exactly where I needed her to be. “Cum For Me Rebecca”, is all I said then sucked her clit into my mouth and held it between my teeth and started flicking it with my tongue.

Rebecca screamed, “OHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!” as she exploded into a massive orgasm. I continued my assault on her clit causing one orgasm to crash into her after the next. I took advantage of this and slid the vibe into her ass. As her ass opened to the vibe, she was rocked by another series of orgasms. I continued to lick her clit bringing her down slowly from her orgasmic high. While she was still enjoying the aftershocks of her pleasure I slipped the vibe from her ass and slowly pushed the plug in to replace it. Her ass only gave the slightest of resistance when the widest part past the tight ring of her anal entrance, and to my surprise it triggered one more small orgasm.

As Rebecca lay there still shaking slightly from the aftershocks I got up and kissed her sweet lips. Letting her taste her juice that was smeared on my lips. Her tongue snaked into my mouth savoring the flavor that her pussy had deposited there. I released her legs and her wrist then helped her up onto shaky legs. I then lead her to my bedroom and laid her on my bed positioning her in the center of the bed on her back. I secured her wrist too the head board and then kneeled between her thighs. I then took her ankle and placed them on my shoulders and placed my hard cock at the entrance to her pussy. Rebecca”s hips rocked forward trying to get my cock into her pussy but I just backed away. Rebecca let out a moan of frustration as she lost contact with my cock.

I ask, “What do you want Rebecca?”

“Please Sir! Please…..”

“Please what, Rebecca, you need to ask, no beg for it.”

“Oh God Sir! Please fuck me, please use my pussy, please I am begging, I need your cock, Please Fuck Me!”

I wanted to make her beg more but my need for relief was building in my balls, so I placed my cock at her pussy and slowly pushed it in. She tried to buck her hips to get my cock in deeper, but I would have none of that. Each time she bucked I pulled back, after a few times she got the message and let me control the pace. I finally had my cock buried in her and then started to slowly pump my cock. I would slide it almost all the way out then back in ever so slowly. I continued fucking Rebecca, and just as she was getting used to my rhythm I picked up the pace and was soon slamming my cock in and out of her pussy. She was now going wild bucking her hips meeting my every stroke. I could tell she was close to cumming and so was I, but I still had one more hole to ravage and it was time, on the next up stroke I pulled my cock completely out.

Rebecca”s frustration got the better of her as she screamed, “NOOOOOO, God NOOOO FUCK MEE NOWWWWW”.

I quickly reached down and pulled the plug from her ass and placed the tip of my cock against her anal passage and pushed. My cock met no resistance from her ass and I was buried in one stroke. This took Rebecca totally by surprise and she let out a squeal as my cock was buried in her ass. I continued where I left off and just started pounding her ass and she got very vocal then, “Oh God Yes Fuck My ASS Sir! Fuck My ass hard, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD, Ohhhh GOD I am CUMMMMIIINNNGGGG!!!!”

As her orgasm hit her and she went stiff and her ass muscles clamped down on my cock pushing me over the edge. I let out a low growl and slammed my cock deep into her ass and pumped my load, filling her with cum. As my orgasm rocked me I let her ankle fall from my shoulders and I collapsed on her. Our breathing was ragged and our bodies were shaking in post orgasmic bliss. After I recovered from my orgasm I released Rebecca”s hands from the headboard and removed her blindfold.

Rebecca then looked into my eyes and said, “Thank You for a wonderful evening Sir!” I kissed her on the forehead and pulled her close. As I held her, her breathing became regular as she drifted off to sleep. I was happy; the evening could not have turned out better, and I quickly drifted off to sleep.

I woke first the next morning; I got a shower and then got dressed. I then got Rebecca”s overnight bag and put it in the bedroom. It was almost 9:00 and the game was almost over but I had enough time for one more look at Rebecca”s body before it was over.

I went to the bed and woke Rebecca up; giving her minimal time to clear head I had her standing in position at the foot of the bed. Even with her hair a mess and dried cum on her thighs she was still beautiful. But now it was time to finish the game so I spoke, “Rebecca was last night what you have been looking for?”

Her answer came instantly, “Yes Sir! Very much Sir!”

“Would you like to play the game again in the future?”

Again without hesitation, “Yes Sir!”

“Well then all you need to do is ask and the arrangements will be made”

“Thank You Sir!”

“That only leaves the rules of the game, In addition to you referring to me as Sir! You will purchase appropriate clothing, and lingerie for the game.”

“Yes Sir!”

“When we play your pussy will be clean shaven as it is now”

Rebecca blushed but answered quickly, “Yes Sir!”

“When we play I own you, and as such will display you as I see fit and use you as I see fit.”

“Yes Sir!”

“You will be obedient or you will be punished”

“Yes Sir!”

“I may spank you, or inflict other pain on you in the future because I want to, not because you were disobedient.”

Rebecca swallowed hard with that statement but still answered, “Yes Sir!”

“Rebecca of all these rules the most important one you need to understand and remember is, if at any time the game becomes to much for you to handle all you need to say is “RED” and we will stop without any questions from me.”

“I understand Sir!”

“Good, now you are to stay in position until the alarm goes off, it will be 9:00 then and the game will be over. Here is your overnight bag, you know where the bathroom is, and you can get a shower and dressed. Jordan will be waiting for his friend in the kitchen.” With that said I left her standing in position alone with her thoughts and headed for the kitchen to fix coffee and a light breakfast.

A few minutes later I heard the alarm go off then I heard the bathroom door close. By 9:30 Rebecca was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee and enjoying some fresh strawberries and a bagel. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt her makeup was light and conservative, it was hard to believe she was the same submissive woman from last night. Our conversation was like any other conversation we have had in the past, with no mention of last night. After breakfast she said she had a presentation to prep for, for the next morning and had to get going. I got my keys and her bag and I drove her back to her apartment, gave her a friendly hug and a peck on the cheek. On the drive home I could not help but wonder where this would take our relationship now.

It did not take long to realize that it had no effect on our friendship. Rebecca and I were exchanging emails and having friendly lunches, and attending social events as friends with no repercussions from the game. I was very happy and relieved to see Rebecca and I were able to separate the game from our friendship. We did not discuss the game at all and I did not push the issue. I began to feel it was a one-time fling and that was that. That was until I opened my email one Monday morning and there was an email from Rebecca.

“Sir,

First I want to thank you for our last meeting, I have never felt that fulfilled sexually in my life. I also wanted you to know that I now keep your pussy shaved at all times as a reminder of our game. I have shopped for new outfits and lingerie that I hope will please you.

I am respectfully requesting the honor of serving you again. I have cleared my calendar from Friday at 5:00 until Sunday.

Obediently Yours,

Rebecca”

As I sat there staring at the email, my mind was racing, wondering how much more could I push Rebecca. And her comment about keeping my pussy shaved as a reminder of our game made me think that she was looking for more.

Anna then went to one of the shelves and picked up a container of moist towelets and a dry towel. Using the moist towelets she gently wiped Rebecca’s juices off her inner thighs. When the towelet made contact with her thigh Rebecca let out a little squeal and a couple of drops of pussy juice dripped from her slit, landing on the platform between her spread legs. Anna finished wiping her inner thighs and pussy off and then dried them. Although gentle, Anna’s cleaning of Rebecca was how one would expect to be treated by a nurse. Anna folded the towel and set it on the rack and replaced the towelets then went and stood by the rack of corsets, back straight, feet spread about shoulder width apart, her hands behind her back, eyes cast down.

Once Rebecca was disrobed and in position it was time for Maria to get started. “Anna, get her card and come over her so you can add these measurements to it.” Maria started taking various measurements, repositioning Rebecca several times as she did. She measured her from the waist to between her titties, she measured her waist while standing in position and then with her sucking in her gut. Anna recorded every measurement on Rebecca’s card.

After the measurements were taken Maria went to the rack of corsets and picked a black satin one. Maria handed the garment to Anna, “Help her with this but no panties she is too wet.”

Rebecca’s blush deepened even more, and she lowered her head even farther almost as if trying to hide the shame of her intense sexual arousal.

“Yes Ma’am” was Anna’s only response as she took the corset and started to put it on Rebecca. Maria assisted her with the first few hooks to get her started.

Without skipping a beat Maria turned to me and asked “You said you wanted her corset to be moderately severe, exactly what do you mean? The one that Anna is putting on her is medium boned and when laced will reduce her waist anywhere from one to three inches depending on how tight we pull the laces. I have others that are more heavily boned and the laces will allow a greater reduction at the waist, up to five inches, which is pretty severe. I also have a few that are lightly boned and the laces only allow for maybe an inch or two of reduction.”

“I think what you started with is along the lines of what I was thinking, tight enough to let her know she is wearing something designed to show off her assets, but still let her breath.”

“Then have a seat and we will try on a few and see what you think,” Maria remarked as she gestured toward the chair. I sat down and watched the show.

Maria went over just as Anna was getting the last of the eyehooks hooked, and was starting on the laces. The corset had half cups and much to Rebecca’s surprise as Anna started tightening the laces Maria reached in to the front of the corset and adjusted the position of her breast. Then she slid her hands over the corset under Rebecca’s arms adjusting the position of the corset then down across her waist and again checking the position and fit of the corset. Once she was satisfied with the position of the corset she went behind Rebecca and took over the tightening of the laces.

“What you see now is the corset with the laces pulled tight enough to consider the corset on.” Then after a brief pause and with a bit of almost evil laugh in her voice” Now I am going to start at the top and see how tight I can get it.”

Rebecca let out a little gasp when she heard Maria’s statement, and her eyes darted to me. Her look was met with a stern stare. Rebecca lowered her eyes and took a deep breath and let it out slowly in an attempt to calm her self.

Then with obvious pleasure Maria started at the top and tightened the laces one set of eyelets at a time. Once she got so far down she had Rebecca suck in her tummy as much as she could, then she pulled the laces tighter. Rebecca’s breathing became a bit labored and shallow as the corset restricted her breathing. As Maria tied the off laces she had Anna get her shoes and help her on with them.

“Now Rebecca, you need to step down and walk as you normally would over to Jordan and then turn and walk back over here.”

With a little assistance from Anna Rebecca stepped down, then as instructed walked toward me, the effect the corset had on her was incredible. Her back was straighter her titties were pushed up and out. Her waist was narrowed and her hips flared out giving her a look that had my cock stirring. When she got in front of me she stopped, slowly turned then walked back to the platform. The corset had an equally incredible effect on the view as she walked away. Once there, Maria had her bend over, twist at the waist, sit, all the time checking the fit of the corset, making sure it was not pinching or binding. Again this involved a lot of touching, which had Rebecca’s thighs covered in her pussy juice again.

Once Maria was done with checking the fit and was satisfied that it was acceptable she ask what I though of it. I told her that I liked the way it fit and that I liked the effect it had on Rebecca.

Maria smiled, “It does improve her posture which shows off her assets nicely.”

As if she could not turn much redder, Rebecca’s eyes dropped and all of her exposed flesh seemed to glow red now, as she stood there dealing with Maria and my assessment of the corsets effect on her. Then when she thought it could not get any worse Anna went and got the towelets and the towel and cleaned her thighs and pussy again. I thought she was going to cum right there and then when Anna wiped the towelet over her clit.

Maria looked as if she was enjoying Rebecca’s humiliation also, but she had work to do and stated as much, “Ok then we will set this one aside and try the next one.”

Within a few minutes the black corset was back on its hanger and placed back on the rack. Next was a dark green one. This one made her look fantastic also, but when she walked toward me and turned she flinched and then when Maria went through her routine with the sitting and twisting and bending Rebecca actually flinched a couple of times and let out little yelps of discomfort.

“Jordan, this one is not cut right to fit Rebecca properly, we are going to try this one next,” Maria said as she held up a royal purple corset.

“Very nice, I like color.” It was satin and looked to be cup-less.

Of course another corset meant that Rebecca had to endure her thighs and pussy being cleaned by Anna again. This time it actually seamed to do more harm than good. No sooner had Anna dried Rebecca’s pussy then the lips glistened with moisture.

It did not take long for the green one to be removed and hung back up and the purple one on and having the fit adjusted and tightened. Maria instructed Anna on just how she wanted the laces pulled as she went about making sure that the corset was positioned right. Rebecca’s breathing was becoming labored again, all the touching was getting to her. None of the touching was outwardly sexual in nature, but in her current state of sexual arousal any touching was bound to be somewhat sexual in nature. Rebecca let out a small whimper when Maria reached up and lifted her right breast so she could check the fit. Then Maria lifted her left breast and checked the fit, which had Rebecca trembling as she fought back the need threatening her control.

I imagine that Rebecca’s mind was a wash of confusing emotions; here she was at an upscale boutique naked except for her heels and whatever corset was being tried on at the time. Anna had disrobed her, exposing the marks that I left the night before. Despite her humiliation and embarrassment, her body was boiling over with sexual tension. Then Maria’s constant touches as she adjusted the corset and checked for fit just added fuel to the fire. Anna had already cleaned the evidence of her excitement several times. Then on top of all of that I made her get into position in front of Maria and Anna.

Anna soon had the corset tightened to Maria’s satisfaction she helped Rebecca down again. Rebecca then walked toward me then turned and walked back to Maria. Maria then put Rebecca through the bending, sitting, and twisting to finish the fitting.

Maria had her repeat her walk only slowly this time. While she walked Maria spoke, “I am sure you noticed that this one improves her posture even better then the black one. It is a bit more severe also, but very adjustable. It can be tighten more to take another two inches off her waist. If you like it I have it in red, white and several pastels.”

“I think it is exactly what I was looking for, the fit is perfect, and the color is gorgeous we will take it, and I would like to see the red one.”

Maria sent Anna to retrieve the red corset. While we waited we let Rebecca stand there nervously waiting in position for here next instruction.

“Forgive me for being forward but, is Rebecca always so obedient?” Maria asked straight out of the blue.

I hesitated for a second then realized it was quite obvious that Rebecca was obeying me. “She is new to this, so far she has proved to be very willing and obedient.”

“Well from the marks on her ass she must have not completely obedient.”

“Even the most obedient slip up now and again, and Rebecca understands when she fails me she must be punished. I have yet to punish her for the same mistake twice, so I know she learns quickly.”

Rebecca again was forced to stand obediently and listen as me and Maria discussed her as though she was not there. Her blush gave away her humiliation, and the wetness on her thighs gave away her excitement. More confusion and conflict for her mind to deal with.

Just then Anna was back with the red corset, it was a deep blood red. Without hesitation I told Maria we would take the red one also.

“Very good choices, I know you will be happy with them. Will that be all for today?”

“Yes, I think that will be it for now.”

Anna loosened the laces on the corset and started undoing the hooks, once she had the hooks undone she handed the corset to Maria. Maria instructed her to help Rebecca get dressed while we went out front and took care of checking out.

While Maria checked me out I asked, “If I may be so bold, is Anna always that obedient?”

Maria gave me a curious look, raised an eyebrow, smiled, “Anna is fairly new to this also, she has her moments but she tries very hard to be good.”

“Pardon me if this is too forward, does Anna serve you twenty-four / seven?”

Again Maria raised her eyebrow, then ask back, “Does Rebecca serve you twenty-four / seven?”

I cleared my throat and would have felt uncomfortable with the turn of events but Maria was smiling, “No, we have a unique relationship, most times we are just close friends. Rebecca has a high pressure job where she has to be in control at all times and every now and again she needs to give up all that control. So now your turn.”

“Anna walked in here six months ago looking for a job. I needed an assistant so I hired her. I figured out pretty quick that she was submissive. With that knowledge it did not take long before I seduced her into serving me. It is not quite twenty-four / seven, more like most weekends, she is a grad student and the rest of her time is dedicated to her studies.”

Just then Rebecca came out of the fitting room dressed and ready. We said our good byes and were out the door. I opened Rebecca’s car door and let her in. As she sat she hiked the back of her skirt up. She did this simple act so automatically without thought; I had to wonder if she would slip when she was not serving me. I got in on my side started the car then headed for home.

As we drove home I slid my hand up Rebecca’s inner thigh right to her crotch were I found her sodden panties. “I cannot take you anywhere without you wetting your panties,” I scolded her. “What am I going to do with you? You got turned on while getting fitted for a corset by Maria. Anna had to keep cleaning you up. Do you always get so turned on when getting fitted? Did Maria turn you on? Does being touched by another woman excite you? You are such a slut, a wanton little whore.”

The whole time I was questioning her I was strumming her clit with my fingers. Rebecca was breathing hard, and her whole body was shaking. “Please Sir! Maaayyyy I Cuuummmm? I can’t take it, Please let me cum.”

With Rebecca’s outburst I stopped my fingers and removed my hand. “No slut you may not cum yet! You did not hear a word I said, you are so consumed by your need that you oblivious to everything else! You need to learn that your need is second to my wants!”

Rebecca’s eyes went wide and she let out a gasp at my harsh words.

“I am sorry Sir. I cannot help it, you have got me so worked up, and I cannot concentrate. I am trying to be good, but you have teased me so, and …” Rebecca voice trailed off.

“And what?”

Rebecca hesitated as she gathered her thoughts, “It’s just… I mean… I…”

She was having trouble putting what she wanted to say into words. Not wanting to leave her off the hook so easy I started again, “Why is your need consuming you so, I have hardly touched you since you have gotten dressed? What has gotten you so worked up? All that happened was you were fitted for a corset, that surely is not what caused all of this.”

Rebecca went red again and again tried to put her thoughts into words as I impatiently waited. “Sir, I have never been fitted for a corset before, and have never been totally naked to be fitted for any garment. You telling me to get into position, Anna cleaning me, Maria’s touch and her comments, I do not know why but it all just got to me. I know I should be mortified, and I am, but for some reason the more you put me in these situations the more turned on I get. Please Sir, I need relief.”

I almost felt sorry for her and let her masturbate, but I figured she could wait a bit longer. “I sorry my precious little slut, but you may not cum yet, it will have to wait until we get home. I have a special little treat for you when we get there.”

Rebecca sighed and answered, “Yes Sir. I understand”

I moved my hand back to her crotch and just let it rest there for the rest of the trip home. Except for Rebecca’s heavy breathing as she fought to control her need the ride was quiet.

As soon as we got home Rebecca went to the center of the living room and knelt in position. I took a seat in my favorite chair. Then Rebecca spoke, “Sir, may I be excused to go to the bathroom and then to the bedroom so that I can comply with your wishes.” “You may be excused, and while you are in the bathroom rinse out your panties and hang them up.”

“Yes Sir,” With that she stood and headed for the bathroom.

While she was in the bathroom I went to the bedroom and collected a few items. I returned to the living room and placed the items beside my chair out of sight. Then I sat and waited for Rebecca.

With in a few minutes Rebecca was back in the living room. As she went to kneel I stopped her and told her I wanted her to stand in position. Again Rebecca proved to be very obedient, as she was naked except for her stockings, garter and heels. I sat there for a few minutes to let Rebecca to have time to wonder what would be ask of her next.

After what must have felt like hours to Rebecca, I spoke, “Rebecca, even though you seemed to have a tough time controlling your need you never gave into it. You were very good this morning.”

Rebecca raised her eyes long enough to answer, “Thank You, Sir.”

“Well my precious little slut, I promised you a special spanking when we got home if you were good, and since you were good I think it is time for your reward.”

Rebecca swallowed hard, and then answered nervously, “As you please, Sir.”

I reached beside the chair and picked up a blindfold then stood and went behind her and placed it over her eyes. As her world plunged into darkness she let out a moan and a little shiver went through her body. Next came a length of soft cord, the type used for decorative tiebacks for curtains and such. I double it over and then wrap it around Rebecca’s waist. I put the two ends through the doubled over end and pulled it snug, positioning the two ends centered in the back. I then had Rebecca bend over; I positioned her so that she could hold onto the edge of the coffee table.

I then picked up a medium butt plug and applied a large dollop of lube on the end of it. Moving the cords to one side I placed the tip against her rosebud. Using a twisting motion I pushed, slowly increasing the pressure causing her to open up, allowing the plug entrance to her ass. As the plug entered Rebecca, she let out a low moan and her breathing became shallower. You could hear her need growing. As the plug was seated she was almost panting.

I stood her up, turned her around, and picked up a short fat dildo. It was only three inches long but it was one and three quarters of an inch in diameter, it looked like the tip of a cock. I had Rebecca spread her legs a bit more then with one hand I spread her outer pussy lips the put the tip against her opening. Without warning I pushed it completely in, not that it took much effort as wet as she was. The sudden penetration brought a squeal from Rebecca’s throat and a gush of juice from her pussy. Once the dildo was all the way in it had an egg type vibe that rested on her clit.

Next I took the cord and snugged it up then ran it down between Rebecca’s thighs across the base of the plug and dildo, both of which had a groove in it to accept the cord. The cord then went one on either side of the egg where there were groves for the cord also. I then slid the ends of the cord behind the section wrapped around her waist then pulled it tight. I had her bend over again holding onto the coffee table for support. Starting in the back I adjusted the cord to remove all of the slack. Once I had the slack removed I tied off the ends of the cord and helped her to stand again. As she stood the cords pulled tighter holding the plug and dildo firmly in place. She moaned again and was panting.

I went up behind her holding her waist to steady her and whispered in her ear, “Rebecca I want to give you a sample of the sweet torture you are about to endure for my pleasure. The toys I have just inserted in you are a matched set, designed to tease, and torment the wearer. They are remote controlled and I have the control right here. This is what the one in your pussy feels like.”

I push a button on the remote and only the one in her pussy came to life, it is a low dull vibration. Rebecca let out a low satisfying moan as low vibration penetrated to her very core, but all it seamed to do was put her need on simmer.

“This is what the one in your ass feels like.” I hit the same button and the one in her pussy stopped and the one in her ass started. It took her by surprise because it was high-speed sharp vibration. She bit her lip and shook as this vibration turned up the heat on her need.

“This is what the one resting on your clit feels like.” I hit the button again and the plug stopped and the egg came to life it too had a high-speed sharp vibration.

This brought an outburst from Rebecca, “Ohhhh, Pleeasssse Sirrrr”

Ignoring her plea I hit the button again and all three came to life for 10 seconds then shut off. As soon as they all came to life Rebecca let out a loud gasp and legs went weak. If I did not have my arm around her she would have collapsed to the floor. I steadied Rebecca until she recovered enough to stand on her own.

With the vibe demo over I picked up a set of padded leather wrist cuffs and put them on Rebecca. Next was a set of leather ankle cuffs. Once the cuffs were in place I lead her below what looked to be a decorative hook in the ceiling for hanging a swag light but I installed it and it was anything but decorative. I took a leather strap with snap hooks at each end and a metal ring in the middle and attached the snap hooks to the leather wrist cuffs the I took the metal center ring and hooked it over the ceiling hook. Then I took a spreader bar and put it between her ankles. Once done Rebecca was totally open and helpless, stretched enough to give me complete access, but not so much as to put a strain on her joints.

“Rebecca, I promised you a special spanking if you were good, and I told you that you were good and it was time for your reward. As you probably figured out from your position that it is not going to be a normal spanking, so you know I am going to introduce you to being whipped. Are you ready to take your reward for being good?”

“If it pleases you Sir, then I shall do my best.” Rebecca’s voice was a mix of excitement and fear.

“Are you a little scared my precious little slut?”

“A little Sir, but I want to do it for you. I want to please you.”

“Very good slut, you have my permission to cum once I start. I know you are scared but I also know that this will rock your world. I also promise you will not have any marks as a result of your whipping. Now remember you are not allowed to cum until I start whipping you. Do you understand all of this slut?”

“Yes Sir, I understand, I will do my best.”

I walked over to my chair and sat down letting Rebecca wonder when I was going to start. I picked up the remote for the plug and vibes and pushed the button marked ‘AUTO’ As soon as I hit the button Rebecca started to moan.

“Rebecca, I just hit the ‘AUTO button, from what I was told it is programmed for maximum tease, and should push you close to the edge but not over. I going to sit here for a few until I know you are ready for you whipping.”

The auto setting had Rebecca in a bad way very quickly. I could tell by Rebecca’s reaction every time one vibe turned off and another turned on. To my amazement it did seem that when Rebecca would look like she was about to loose it, it would switch back to the vibe pushed into her pussy with the low dull vibration.

Rebecca’s breathing was ragged and she was shaking as the vibes pushed her need higher and higher and she fought to keep it under control. I could tell she was ready. If I have read her right then she is going to cum harder than she has ever cum before.

I picked up one of my prize possessions, a suede flogger, Its soft leather tangs sting but do not cut, and you have to swing it pretty hard to leave more than red marks that fade in a couple of hours. It was the ideal toy for an all over whipping.

I stood and walked over to Rebecca, I held the flogger under Rebecca’s nose so she could smell the leather. When the smell hit her nose her nostrils flared and her breathing became even more ragged. I stepped back and measured my first swing, I landed the first swat across her ass. Before that one could sink in I landed the next one on her upper thighs. She jumped and squealed, and I landed one higher on her back letting the tongues of leather wrap around her side and sting the side of her breast. I then began circling her landing swats from just above her knees to just below her neck front and back. I continued my assault as the vibe kept their teasing going. Rebecca would squeal when the leather tongues would sting a particularly sensitive spot. Rebecca was red from the flogging and was moaning in frustration as her need to cum was driving her crazy.

A few minutes later Rebecca was sobbing and begging me, “Please Sir, I need to cum, please help me, I need to cumm, pleasssse Sirrrrrr.”

I reached into my pocket and hit the last button, which turn all the vibes on their highest setting, then went back to whipping her. Rebecca went stiff then screamed out, “Whip me harder, Whip me, I’m Cummmming.”

I concentrated on whipping her ass as hard as I dared as one orgasm after the next wracked her. After a several orgasms I stopped whipping her and pushed the button to shut the vibes down. She collapsed hanging from her wrist sobbing as aftershocks kept running through her body.

I removed the spreader bar and ankle cuffs then I undid the cord that held the toys in place and removed them. I reached up and unhooked the leather strap from the hook. I then helped her down to a kneeling position. I removed the cuffs and leather strap from her wrist. Last I removed the blindfold. I then helped her to the couch and held her, stroking her hair until she calmed down. As we sat there on the couch I became painfully aware of my own need as my cock was throbbing.

Once she stopped sobbing and her breathing returned to normal and in a low voice almost a whisper, “Thank You Sir, that was incredible.”

“You are welcome slut you earned your reward.”

With that Rebecca slowly slid off the couch and knelt between my thighs, looking up at me she ask, “Sir, may I thank you properly by taking care of your need.”

I smiled and stood, “Yes you may my precious little slut.”

She reached up undid my pants and pulled them down, along with my underwear. Once my pants were around my ankles I sat back down. I looked down at Rebecca as she put her hand around the shaft of my cock then leaned forward and took the head between her pursed lips. She was running her tongue over the head of my cock while lightly stroking my shaft. She pulled the head from her lips and using her hand pinned it against my stomach, then she proceeded to kiss and lick the shaft from the head down to my balls. She licked and kissed my balls, lifting them and making sure she did not miss any part of them, then she took one of my balls into her mouth and gently sucked and licked it then she serviced the other. She continued moving from my balls to the shaft, then the head, and then back to my balls, teasing me and raising my already heightened need.

I let her go for a while, she was obviously enjoying what she was doing and I was enjoying one of the best blowjobs I ever got. Eventually my need became too much and when she came back up and put the head back in her mouth I reached out and held it there then pulled her forward pushing my cock into her mouth. When I felt it bump the back of her throat I pulled a little harder and it slid right in. She got the message and when I let her head go she began to slide her mouth up and down my shaft, slow fucking her mouth and throat. After she got used to it she started picking up the pace, soon had me on the verge of cumming.

I let out a low groan and grabbed her head and slammed my cock all the way down her throat as my orgasm erupted, shooting my cum right into her belly. Her throat was spasming around my cock milking what felt like a huge load of cum from my balls. As my climax subsided I released my hold on her head and she back off a bit but kept sucking and licking my cock, draining as much as she could. Once she was satisfied that she was not going to get anymore she released my cock and knelt back in position with a total look of contentment.

I stood and she fixed my pants, then I took her into the bed room and had her lay down, I covered her and told her that she was to take a nap that I had a few things to take care of and we would be going out later.

“Thank You Sir” was the last thing she said before closing her eyes. It was only a few minutes before her regular breathing let me know she was sleeping. Once she was asleep I cleaned the toys and put them away. Then I went to the kitchen and started dinner. While I was prepping dinner I reflected on how lucky I was to have found out about Rebecca’s desires.

“You guess so?” I asked. She was standing right in front of me. I pushed her thighs apart, nudging them with the handle of the crop. “You don’t know what the fuck you want, do you?. Neither of you does: women, men, fucked, beaten, you have no idea. It’s all the same to you.”

Blaine put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as I made her spread her legs farther. “Put your hands down,” I told her. “You don’t touch me unless I tell you to. You understand?”

She tried to laugh, but it didn’t come out right. She was too excited. I spun her around and smacked her ass. I spread her cheeks apart and pressed my finger against her asshole and she grunted with surprise and so I slapped her ass again. She had a nice, high ass, firm and meaty. She just stood there and took it.

“Get down on your knees and eat Talia,” I said. “Let me see you suck her pussy. Show me what a hot lesbian slut you are. You are gay, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I think I’m bi. I haven’t been with any guys lately though.”

I nodded. She didn’t know what the hell she was.

There’s a point when you play like this where the sub has to give up control. She either does what you say or she says no and the session’s over. I was ready for some resistance from Blaine, but I didn’t get it. She was already into it. She liked being told what to do. She got down on the rug and put her hands on the edge of Talia’s chair. Talia looked down and swept her own hair out of her face and Blaine closed her eyes and put her tongue out, leaning forward. Talia gasped when Blaine made contact with her.

“A couple of little whores,” I said as Blaine began to lick Talia’s cunt. “A couple of little fuck lizards who want to be bad. That’s what we’ve got here, isn’t it?”

Maybe Blaine was gay but I didn’t think so. What she was into was being bad, of trying to shock me and shock herself. She stuck her tongue out against Talia’s pussy and twisted her head from side to side, licking her. She sucked on Talia and Talia watched her and whined with surprise and pleasure as her wet flesh slid through her friend’s lips. I don’t think she believed Blaine would do it either.

“Oh God!” Talia moaned. “Oh Blaine!” She put her hands down between her thighs and cupped Blaine’s cheeks, and I tapped her arm with the crop.

“Uh-uh,” I said. “No touching unless I say so.”

I stood up and took a piece of rope and tied Talia’s wrists together, then led the rope up over the back of the chair and down to the rung between the legs, where I tied it off, lifting Talia’s hands over her head. Blaine’s mouth was still on Talia’s pussy but her eyes watched this with excitement. I took two more pieces of rope and lashed Talia’s thighs to the arms of the chair, holding her open and helpless for Blaine. I was just in time too, because Talia’s thighs were starting to shake with helpless pleasure. She’s very sensitive about being eaten and sometimes it’s just too much for her to stand. Or maybe it was the tying that made her tremble. She was spread wide and helpless now, just the way she liked, but this time it wasn’t me with a whip in front of her, it was Blaine, naked on her knees, twisting her face around in the soaking swamp of Talia’s cunt and moaning and slurping with pleasure.

It was a show for my benefit, I knew that much. If I hadn’t been there the two of them would probably have sat around watching TV and eating popcorn; it was all the same to them. Not that they were faking it, but I knew that what was making them excited was doing it in front of me. Two gorgeous girls at the peak of their sexual prime with no idea of what to do with themselves. They needed this old man watching them to make themselves feel so wonderfully lewd and dirty, which is what they really wanted.

Blaine lifted her face from Talia’s crotch and looked back at me over her shoulder. “I thought you were going to fuck us. Will you fuck me if I make her come?”

“I’ll do what I damn well please,” I said, fetching her a sharp little swat on the ass with the crop. She jumped, and a bright red welt sprang up on her naked ass. It’s a real shock to be hit with a whip for the first time. It’s not the pain so much as it is the indignity: the idea that someone’s willing to do that to you: treat you like a slave, like an animal, that they’re willing to hurt you for their own amusement. “You’re going to show me what a hot little bitch you are, then I’ll decide what to do with you.”

I got down behind Blaine and pressed my hand against the back of her neck, shoving her face into Talia’s pussy and making Talia squeal with shame and excitement.

Both of them wanted me to think that they were big, perverse, bi-sexual lovers, beyond shame and beyond right and wrong. Regular swingers. But I knew Talia, and I figured I knew Blaine pretty well, and I knew that their lesbian encounters had probably been no more than the usual kinds of things girls did when boys weren’t around and they wanted to feel wicked and naughty: touching each other, maybe playing with each other’s tits, pretending to kiss, pretending they were getting off. Well, this was different. I wanted the real thing. I wanted to see them involved. I wanted to see just how bad they really were.

I put Blaine’s hands on the arms of the chair and made her hold onto the ropes that held Talia’s thighs open. “Don’t you let go no matter what I do, understand? And don’t stop eating her, bitch.”

She grunted, not daring to lift her face from Talia’s pussy. Talia was red as a beet, her face clenched shut, biting her lip. Her belly was drawn tight and quivered with every whining breath as Blaine’s head worked around between her legs. This was more than she’d expected. Talia wasn’t bi. She did it only to shock, but Blaine’s mouth had gotten to her, and she was about to lose it in the face of her first real lesbian experience, lose it in front of me. These girls thought they were bad, but they’d only been faking it: they’d never really been involved in their games. They were involved now, and they didn’t know what to do with their excitement.

“Eat her, bitch!” I hissed, taking hold of Blaine’s pony tail and pulling her head tight against Talia’s crotch.. Talia’s head rolled against the back of the chair. Her pouty lips opened but her moan of impending release choked in her throat. I raised the crop and brought it down on Blaine’s ass, and Blaine squealed into Talia’s cunt. I whipped her again, then again, then I dropped the whip and ran my fingers into her soaking quim, reaching deep into her hot sheath.

Now Talia began to pant. Seeing her friend get whipped was the last bit she needed to put her over the edge. Her toes pulled tight against her feet and the big cords on the insides of her thighs flexed as she tried to drive her cunt against Blaine’s mouth. I let go of Blaine’s hair and reached up and grabbed a hold of Talia’s nipple and squeezed, adding a sweet spear of pain to her pleasure, and that did it.

I heard the familiar sobbing chant of her orgasm as she pulled against the ropes. Blaine squealed too as she felt Talia lose it into her mouth, and I grabbed Blaine’s pony tail and pulled her off of Talia while Talia was still twitching.

“Get on the sofas and open your legs. Wait for me.” I said to Blaine.

I pulled off my shirt and pants, stepped out of my shorts. I freed Talia’s hands and left her sitting in the chair sobbing for breath, her legs still spread wide, her pussy still jumping and leaking a thin trail of juice.

The sofa faced the open window so Talia could enjoy the skyline, enjoy the view her money bought her. But now the window was like a big symbol of their secret desires revealed, and I just hoped that there were eyes and telescopes trained on that window so that all the city could see Blaine Hudson get fucked.

She was sitting on the couch, legs straight out in front of her, Talia’s juice still smeared all over her face along with what remained of her carefully applied lipstick. Blaine seemed to be in a kind of trance, breathing deep, not moving. I got on my knees in front of her, took my big cock in my hand and lanced up inside of her.

“Oh! Oh my God!” she moaned, wrapping her legs and arms around me.

“Did I tell you to touch me?” I asked, flexing my cock inside of her for emphasis. “You’re going to lay here like a little slut and get fucked, and that’s all you’re going to do. I’m not one of your little boyfriends. I’m not making love to you. I’m going to fuck you, hard and deep, and you’re going to take it.”

She put her legs down and grabbed onto the edge of the sofa cushions as I began to fuck her, stabbing her deep, wanting it to hurt. The little bitch wanted it that way too, and as I bruised her stuffed pussy I began to talk to her:

“You are a little whore aren’t you? You love it dirty like this, love my big old man’s cock inside you, all knobby and hard. Why aren’t you with some of your boyfriends, Blaine? Why aren’t you fucking one of them, huh? You know why? Because they don’t make you feel dirty, do they? They don’t make you feel like a hot little whore, and that’s what you want to be, isn’t it baby? A dirty little fuck slut, a filthy little whore.”

She started whining as I said this, and she arched her back up off the couch, crushing her tits against me. I grabbed her round ass in both hands, got halfway up and rolled so I was sitting on the sofa, pulling her over in top of me so her knees were on the couch on either side of me.

“Bring me the whip, Talia!”

She had untied herself from the chair by now, and she came over with the riding crop. She stood there looking hurt, excluded from what we were doing, so I said, “Whip her ass. She doesn’t even know how to fuck. Give her some incentive.”

Blaine screamed as Talia hit her. Talia hit her a lot harder than I would have, and Blaine put her head down and started riding me fast, even though I knew it was hurting her. Talia hit her again, and again, and every time she whipped her, Blaine yelped and started pumping harder and harder on my cock.

“Oh God I can see your dick inside her pussy!” Talia said. “I can see you going in and out! Jesus is she wet! Blaine, you’re soaking wet. I can see it oozing out of you!”

Blaine raised her head and uttered a strangled cry of shame and excitement. She was riding me hard, desperately, her big tits bouncing on her chest. Despite my warning she put her hands on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, but I let it go, not wanting to ruin her concentration at this point. She was bathed in fuck sweat and close to her own orgasm. I slapped her ass and sucked a nipple into my mouth, then put my teeth to it.

“Everyone can see you fucking me, ” I said, releasing her tit and letting it bounce against my cheek as she rode me. “Everyone from here to the lake can look up here and see what a whore you are, Blaine. You’re fucking famous. You and your hot cunt. Everyone can see.”

Blaine threw her head back. She froze for a moment and trembled. She groaned like she was trying to force something out, her eyes shut tight, and then she came. She came with a loud, sudden, shriek, just like Talia had said, every muscle tensed. She screamed and then she screamed again: wild, snarling wild-cat screams.

Talia saw what was happening, and without thinking she threw herself on top of us, trying somehow to be part of Blaine’s orgasm. her weight forced Blaine down on top of me, and I let myself go, let myself fountain up into Blaine’s clenching pussy, shooting hot and deep into her dark secret insides.

*****

Look at these girls. They live in a land of eroding expectations: resources getting scarce, jobs disappearing, the future uncertain; a nation in which there are already subtle signs of decline and a vague sense of dissolution. They live in a world where everything is negotiable, even right and wrong, where price is everything and value is nothing. And in this world they try to make their way, try to find love and comfort and what meaning and fulfillment as they can.

This is the world ruled by the Moon, and as she heaves itself clear of the tangle of rooftops on the horizon-almost full tonight–I point her out to the two naked girls.

“There she is,” I say. “The moon is all mystery. She is all that you want that you don’t understand; the irrational voice inside us all. That’s why she rules sex and love. If you can understand what you feel when you see her in the sky, then maybe you can understand why we do the things we do; your heart and desires.”

Blaine ignores what I say, pressing her naked breasts against my back. Talia leans against me and sighs.

“I never could,” I say. “I’m as much a mystery to myself as the moon ever was. But I can live with that now.”

With that I lie Blaine down and cover her mouth with my own. I roll onto my back and Talia squats over my erect cock and impales herself with a soft moan of greedy satisfaction, and the moon rises above the city of glass.

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