Cute Girls

Where the Wild Things Are Ch. 3

*Scene 1 – Chase and Capture*

Master Damien prepares an elegantly simple dinner for himself and Michelle. They sit at opposite ends of the long dinner table. As she has been for the entire weekend, Michelle is nude. She sits with an erect posture with her shoulders straight and her breasts held up proudly. Befitting her position as her Master”s property, Michelle keeps her eyes lowered, focused on her plate.

While they eat, Michelle is required to recite the events of her trip from the office to the airport, and the flight. Michelle can tell by the nature of his comments and questions that her Master is pleased with her account of herself.

When she describes Chase, her seatmate on the airplane, Master Damien asks for a detailed description of the beautiful exotic dancer. At the close of her chronicle, Master Damien asks Michelle a direct question: “Do you wish to go to the Frontier Inn, Michelle – to see Chase, to watch her dance for the men. Do you want her to dance for you?”

Keeping her eyes lowered, Michelle answers. She has difficulty keeping the excitement out of her voice. “Yes, Master, I would enjoy seeing Chase dance – if that is what you wish for me to do. I want her to dance for you, Master. I would like to see you enjoy her lovely body and her grace and elegance.”

“Then, it is settled.” Master Damien says with finality. “We will visit the Frontier Inn tonight. I know the place well. And, Michelle….you will need to be appropriately attired. This visit will be quite exceptional for you, as well. We will have to “dress” you so that you do not violate your essential commandment for this trip – that you must not wear any clothes for the entire time you are here.”

Michelle blanches a bit at what her Master has just said. How could she be dressed – and nude – at the same time? And how could she go out in public, wearing something that was nothing, without getting arrested? Michelle sees that her Master is amused by her consternation. He leads her upstairs, to the loft, holding her hand as if he was escorting a Princess to the palace ball.

Once upstairs in the cozy confines of the loft, Master Damien indicates to Michelle that she is to stand in the center of the room in the Presentation Position. Michelle quickly assumes the required stance – legs spread apart, back straight, tits thrust out, and hands held behind her neck.

First, her leather-studded collar is removed and tossed aside. For the first time this weekend, Michelle is absolutely and completely naked. The urge to touch her unsecured, vulnerable neck and run her fingertips from under her chin to her breastbone is incredibly hard to resist. How long has it been since she has not had a collar of some kind around her neck?

Master Damien leaves her there, waffling and wavering in position while he disappears into the closet. Michelle can hear him opening drawers, followed by the soft clink of metal.

When he returns, Master Damien piles heap of shimmering silver chains onto the bed, in front of Michelle. “Here is your outfit for tonight, Michelle. Now, let”s dress you in the style to which you have become accustomed.”

First, he extracts a G-string from the pile of chains. A chain is fastened around her hips. A mere outline of a G-string panel hangs in front of Michelle”s naked cunt. The triangle is formed by chains that are pulled between Michelle”s legs, up through the crack of her ass, and locked to the hip chain. Michelle”s bare, shaven pussy is framed by the woven silver chains. The silver links form a perfect triangle - an elegantly wicked picture frame for the delicate, yet brazenly displayed slit that is left completely unhidden.

Next comes a halter-top. The halter is fastened behind Michelle”s neck, and then the side ties are locked behind her back. Michelle looks down at her breasts. Three chains descend from the neck collar of the halter, one that drops straight down between her tits, and one on each side. The three vertical chains are connected together by a series of softly draped horizontal chains that are arrayed across her breasts. The horizontal chains are spaced at least two inches apart, so they conceal nothing.

Michelle”s erect nipples and all of her smoothly rounded, luscious tits are very much on display. Michelle initially shivers at the cold weight of the metal harness. The passionate fire that is growing and gathering strength inside her soon warms the heavy silver chains.

Next, a skirt, made of the same chains is fastened around Michelle”s waist. The horizontal chain link threads are also spaced several inches apart. The hemline of the chain skirt barely covers Michelle”s ass and the tops of her thighs. Like the halter and the G-string, it conceals nothing.

Michelle sees that the pile of silver chains on the bed is much smaller now. Master Damien affixes heavy chain bracelets to her wrists, and matching chains to her ankles. Finally he stands directly in front of Michelle and places an intricately knit silver chain cap on Michelle”s head. The long chain tendrils that hang down from the cap intertwine with her long, blonde hair, and fall as far as her shoulders.

The accumulated weight of the chains that adorns her body makes Michelle constantly aware of their presence.

Master Damien leads Michelle to stand in front of the mirror to admire the sinful visage of medieval submission that she has become.

Michelle stares at herself in the mirror. She speaks to the image of her Master, standing behind her, in the mirror. “Thank you, Master. I will wear your chains with honor, tonight. All who meet me will know that I belong you, that I am bound to you by unbreakable chains of devotion, and obedience.”

“Come, then, it is time to depart,” he replies.

Michelle is led downstairs and outside to the car. A cool evening breeze makes a gentle, yet eerie sound as it swirls through the lofty tops of the darkly shadowed pine trees. A myriad of fireflies dances in the air in front of Michelle, as if they were servants lighting the way for a princess, illuminating the path to her carriage.

“Am I a princess, bound to my handsome prince?” Michelle muses. “Or am I an elegantly attired slave being sent forth to entertain the king?”

She already knows the answer, despite the playful fantasy that is racing through her mind. She is the slave, the concubine, the harem girl, who is required to do whatever her Master requires of her – or suffer the consequences. Michelle smiles inwardly to herself as she eases into the passenger seat of the car.

“And that is exactly as I want it. I have entered into this slavery, this bondage to this man, freely and eagerly. I will remain his property as long as he will have me. I wish nothing else.”

The drive to the Frontier Inn takes close to an hour. They travel in silence. The roads are mostly empty, with only a few lights from widely spaced houses to pierce the pitch-black darkness of the night.

Each time an oncoming car approaches, the piercing bright light of the onrushing headlights illuminates the bright silver of Michelle”s chains, if only for an instant; before they are shrouded in darkness again with only the cool blue glow of the instrument panel to provide even a few candlepower of light.

After a long ride down a twisting, curving road, they emerge from the embrace of the trees that are closely hugging the perimeter of the road, into a small clearing. The neon sign above the door of the low-slung wooden building proclaims its identity “The Frontier Inn – Where The Wild Things Come To Play.”

Two dozen cars and pickup trucks are scattered across the gravel parking lot. Master Damien pulls up close to the door.

He turns to look at Michelle. “Are you ready, Michelle? Are you prepared for what awaits you, within these walls?”

Michelle nods her head and says, “Yes, Master, I am ready. Please, take me inside.”

Master Damien comes around the car and opens Michelle”s door. He extends his hand, taking her small delicate fingers into his powerful grip. Michelle slides off the seat and stands next to him, her chains clanking softly and shining in the ruby-red neon light of the sign above the door. Master Damian attaches a matching silver chain leash to her collar.

When they enter the bar, Michelle is assaulted by a wave of loud music. The room is shrouded in smoky darkness. Colored lights illuminate a small stage at the far end of the room. A naked girl is dancing on the stage, surrounded by a crowd of men sitting up close to the raised platform.

The girl is kneeling in front of the men, and pointing her ass at them, legs spayed apart. She is spreading open her cunt lips with the fingers of one hand, while the men tuck dollar bills into the garter she is wearing high up on her thigh. Each man, in turn, runs his fingers down the inside of the dancer”s thigh after placing his tip in her garter. The woman is Chase, the girl from the airplane.

The room falls silent as Master Damien parades Michelle past the bar, towards the stage. Only the loud blare of the music continues. Chase looks up, and over her shoulder, to see what has so suddenly and dramatically diverted the men” attention from her. She gapes in open-mouthed astonishment when she sees Michelle being led towards her.

Master Damien motions for Michelle to take a seat in a vacant chair right up next to the raised stage, near the center. A moment later, her leash is wrapped around the low rail that surrounds the stage, and Michelle is locked in place. A sexy blonde in a tiny dress comes over to take their drink order. Master Damien orders for both himself and for Michelle.

Chase slides over in front of Michelle and leans over the stage, her naked breasts swaying and jiggling in front of Michelle”s eyes. She lowers her head to kiss Michelle”s upturned lips.

“Hot damn, Michelle, you were not kidding, were you? In all my life, I have never seen anyone dressed like you come into a place like this. You look absolutely, fucking, incredible.”

“Thank you, Chase. Master Damien, this is Chase, the woman I met on the airplane. Chase, this is my owner, Master Damien.”

Chase leans farther over the railing to kiss Master Damien on the cheek, and to whisper something into his ear. As she does so, her tits come closer to Michelle”s face. Chase closes her eyes and smiles when she feels Michelle”s lips and tongue licking and teasing her nipples. The whole room goes wild when the men see what Michelle is doing. Chase leans back on her heels and pulls Michelle to her feet by her leash.

Michelle places her hands on the brass railing, leaning forward over the stage, as Chase pulls her closer and closer. Soon she is on tiptoe.

Now, it is Chase”s turn. She takes Michelle”s nipples, one at a time into her mouth, and sucks on them gently. The feeling of her harness” heavy silver chains raking over her breasts and nipples as she is drawn over the railing makes Michelle dripping wet with lust. She can feel the dozens of eyes watching her, staring at her naked ass and her clean-shaven pussy, beneath her chain skirt.

Knowing that her Master has given his silent approval, Michelle places one hand between her legs as she spreads them apart in front of the stage. The crowd roars when Michelle spreads her labia with her fingers. They shout when Michelle takes the index finger of her other hand, and inserts it into Chase”s mouth.

Chase fellates Michelle”s finger, sucking on it with a slow, exaggerated motion. When Michelle withdraws her slick, wet finger from between Chase”s sweet young lips and places it on her own asshole, the entire room erupts in bedlam. Michelle teases her asshole for a few minutes, before she slowly slides her finger into her rear entrance.

She and Chase continue to kiss and suck on each other”s nipples while Michelle masturbates in front of the audience, once hand playing with her clit and cunt, and the other one fucking her asshole. Michelle”s cunt juices are streaming down her legs now, her lust fueled by her fingers, by Chase”s sweet kisses and caresses, and most of all, by doing it in front of two dozen men, all of them complete strangers.

Michelle lifts up her hand to offer Chase a taste of her cunt juices. Chase takes Michelle”s hand in hers and sucks each finger, one at a time, into her mouth to lick it clean. The feeling of Chase”s slender, soft tongue darting up and down her fingers inside Chase”s hot, wet mouth are almost more than Michelle can stand.

When Chase has finished with Michelle”s offering, she takes Michelle”s hand and slowly slides it down her long, slender neck; down between her beautiful, small rounded breasts; across the flat expanse of her belly; to place it gently against her pussy. Chase turns Michelle”s hand over so her fingertips are pressed upwards against Chase”s soft, wet pussy lips. Like Michelle, Chase is completely clean-shaven. The slippery, soft wetness feels so incredibly hot to Michelle.

Michelle and Chase are staring into each other”s eyes. This is an incredibly personal, intimate moment between the two of them. The fact that they are doing this in front of a roomful of strangers makes it all the more powerful and erotically charged. Achieving such a delicate moment of such private, personal intimacy; and being able to focus completely and absolutely on one other person, in such a setting makes the moment incredibly special and electrifying to Michelle. She has never felt anything like it before.

Chase places her own hand between her legs, over Michelle”s. She begins to masturbate, using Michelle”s fingers as if they were her own. She control”s Michelle”s hand and fingers, directing them to massage her clit, to spread her lips, and to rub her cunt juices all over her thighs and belly.

Chase is looking directly into Michelle”s eyes, her own bright blue eyes blazing with an intense glow, when she places Michelle”s index finger directly over her cunt, and begins to press it into herself. Michelle”s finger slides easily into Chase”s pussy. She feels Chase squeeze her finger with a strong, welcoming greeting. Then, Chase”s hand is directing another, and then another, of Michelle”s fingers into her hot, wet, greedy cunt.

Michelle is twisting and twirling her fingers inside Chase”s pussy. The exotic dancer is writhing, seemingly impaled on Michelle”s hand, dancing a slow sensuous grind of a dance as she seemingly floats in the air, balanced on Michelle”s fingers.

Chase”s hands are roving all over her body, across her ass, her tits, her face, and in her hair; exploring them as if they belonged to a stranger, instead of herself. Her eyes are closed, as she focuses inward on what Michelle”s talented fingers are doing, hidden inside her body. Chase has completely forgotten her audience. Only her cunt, Michelle”s fingers, and the loud deep bass thumping of the wild dance music still exist for her.

Michelle”s other hand is still playing with her own ass, still fingering her hot, tight, hole. Now, Michelle feels a pair of hands lifting up the chains that are draped across her ass. A big, hard cock is pressed against her naked slit. Michelle turns to look over her shoulder, to see who is about to fuck her. She telegraphs her delight with her dazzling smile when she sees her Master standing between her legs, rubbing his beautiful erection up and down her pussy.

Chase”s eyes are open now. She is watching Master Damien”s cock disappear into Michelle, and watching the look of pure, wanton lust illuminate Michelle”s face, her eyes glowing with a wicked intensity. Chase lowers herself down and shuffles forward on the stage until Michelle”s straining tongue can touch Chase”s erect, hard clit.

Michelle begins to nibble and lap at Chase”s pussy hungrily, like a woman who has been denied what she craves most for a very long time. The combination of being fucked by her Master, fingering and licking the beautiful Chase”s sweet young pussy, while a mesmerized audience of complete strangers is watching her, is making Michelle”s passion burn with a fiery intensity.

Chase begins to squirm and tremble as she succumbs to Michelle”s relentless ministrations. She emits a short, sharp cry when she comes, drenching Michelle”s face and hand with her juices, and squeezing Michelle”s fingers in a vice-like grip as her cunt spasms and contracts in a long, sustained orgasm.

Moments later, Master Damien”s come is shooting into Michelle”s pussy. This triggers Michelle”s own body to respond, the electrifying impulses racing throughout her body.

She joins her partners” orgasm, acting as the conduit that melds the three of them together, in one complete, inseparable lust-filled moment. They are a single six-limbed insect, lashed together in a spider”s web of desire, a supremely decadent orgy of the flesh. Nothing, and nobody, else exists. Only their conjoined bodies matter to the three lust-driven participants.

Master Damien comes again, this time withdrawing his cock to paint his semen across Michelle”s ass. Large, white gobs of come land in the crack of her ass. Michelle uses her fingers, to push them towards her asshole, where her fingers use it to lubricate herself and to rub into her rear entrance as she continues to finger-fuck her ass.

Again, the triple-headed being comes, in another gut-wrenching orgasm. This time, it is Michelle who comes first. Her cunt, and ass, and fingers trigger her partners” orgasms. Master Damien”s cock is still erect and firm, and back inside her cunt, fucking her with hard, rough strokes, as he works to draw forth his third ejaculation. This will be the first time he has come in, and on, Michelle three times during one session. Michelle is a wild woman, as she seeks to use her cunt to drain her Master of every last molecule of come.

Michelle tilts her head back and cries out when she feels his penis begin to pump his seed into her drenched cunt. “Thank you, Master, thank you. Fill me up with your hot, white come. Oh, yes, fuck me, Master, fuck me hard with that big, hard cock. I am your slave. I am your cunt. Thank you.”

All three of the participants slump and relax as the intensity of their orgasms drains them of energy. Chase lies down on the stage, her legs dangling over the brass railing. Michelle sits down in her chair, her hands clinging to Chase”s ankle, her face pressed against her beautifully manicured toes. Master Damien sits down next to Michelle, stroking her hair and resting his hand on her sweat and come-streaked ass.

A thunderous crescendo of applause and loud, inebriated cheers marks the conclusion of their wicked little performance. *Scene 2 – Entrance, Stage Left*

Now that the spectacular display of uninhibited debauchery is ended, the waitress returns with Master Damien”s and Michelle”s drinks. She also brings one for Chase, who is sitting on the edge of the stage, her legs draped over the brass railing, her feet resting on the arms of Master Damien”s chair. Nobody seems to mind that Chase is still completely naked, her dripping wet pussy casually displayed in front of the Frontier Inn”s patrons.

Master Damien holds the waitress by her wrist, while he whispers something in her ear. When she departs, he places a hand over Michelle”s drink, to prevent her from tasting it.

“Not yet,” is all he says. Master Damien and Chase raise a toast, and clink their glasses together, while Michelle waits for permission to lift her own glass to her lips.

When the waitress returns, she passes by Michelle to step up onto the stage. She sets a small, wide-brimmed bowl on the stage, in front of the brass pole that the dancers use. Then she comes to the front of the stage, next to Chase, and reaches over the railing to pick up Michelle”s glass. She takes it and pours Michelle”s drink into the bowl.

Master Damien produces a pair of chrome-plated handcuffs from somewhere and hands them to Chase. He turns to Michelle and nods. Knowing what is expected of her, Michelle stands and walks up the steps onto the stage.

Her pussy started to quake around his tongue and she began grinding her hips roughly on his mouth as she moaned a long, lusty sound. She stayed over his face just until she finished cumming and then immediately stood up and looked down at him wickedly.

“Well, Daniel. It seems you are quite the eager student,” she said.

She lifted the chair off the ground until he was again in the sitting position and then finally unzipped and removed her skirt exposing herself completely to Dan’s gaze. He had never imagined that her body would be this hot even in his fantasies. She clearly worked out regularly as her body was toned and lean with strong looking arms and legs. Despite the fact that she was now naked she still wore the high heeled shoes further adding to her sexy appearance.

She looked down at his hard cock and then moved close to him straddling his legs between hers. For the first time she lightly touched his cock as she held it while she lowered herself down. When she came to rest on his lap she released his cock and he could feel it brushing against her periodically as she sat looking at him.

He tried to lean forward and kiss her but she leaned away until his restraints prevented him from going any farther. For a while she teased him by acting as if she was going to kiss him only to pull her mouth away at the last minute. This was driving Dan crazy and she knew it. She shifted her position and began to similarly tease him with her small, perky tits. She held them just in front of his mouth but whenever he tried to kiss, lick, or initiate any contact with them she pulled away.

He was so preoccupied with her teasing tits that he didn’t even realize her slight movements. Before he even realized that she had moved he felt the tip of his cock brushing against her dark pussy hair. He let out a long, deep moan when she lowered herself engulfing his hard cock in her wet pussy.

When he was fully inside her she leaned over and put her mouth right next to his ear. “Remember,” she said softly but sternly, “if you finish before I give my permission you will be punished.” She stressed the work “will” in a way that was simultaneously exciting and a little scary. As soon as she uttered the last word she slowly began fucking him causing Dan to let out a deep moan.

As Dan was still moaning Ms. Hayden stopped fucking him and gave him a stern look. “I am not kidding young man,” she said. “You either control yourself our I will really have my way with you.” She grasped his chin and lifted it so he was looking directly into her eyes. His eyes were filled with lust and some confusion, but her eyes were cold, calm, and steely as she looked down at him. “Do you understand me?” she concluded.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Good,” she said as she smiled at him wickedly. “Now you be a good boy and do as I say.” She resumed her teasingly slow fuck as she lifted her hands up and put them on either side of his face. She ran her hands slowly up and down his cheeks before letting them slide down off his face and onto his shoulders.

Dan let a soft moan escape his lips despite his trying to stay silent. The way her pussy felt around his cock was beyond anything he could ever have dreamed. Her touch was stern but wildly exciting. He felt jolts of excitement surging through him starting at the points where her fingertips dragged over his skin.

She smiled devilishly and let her fingertips move down to his nipples. She circled them a few times and Dan became aware that his own nipples had become stiff. They certainly weren’t stiff like the women he had watched in porno movies, but they were definitely tighter than he could ever remember them being before.

Her fingertips slowly flicked the points of his nipples and then her smile grew even wider as she grasped his nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. Dan began to moan but then quickly gasped in shock and pain as Ms. Hayden pinched his nipples roughly. He stared at her with wild eyes as she pinched him tightly and continued her slow fuck.

Dan yelped in pain again as she began pulling and twisting his nipples. Hearing his reaction almost seemed to encourage her and she began fucking him a little faster as she continued pinching and twisting his nipples.

At first Dan couldn’t feel anything except the pain of her hands on his nipples. Slowly, however, that sensation dulled a little and he became very aware again of her slick pussy moving on him. As the sensation of their fucking came back into his consciousness he became very aware that it felt even better than before. She had changed her tempo but he knew that wasn’t the reason it felt so much better. No, he knew that somehow the pain he felt seemed to amplify the pleasure.

After a short while longer she released his nipples and moved her hands up and over his shoulders until they were resting on his upper back. Dan realized that he might be able to reach her tits like this so he leaned his head forward and tried to reach her nipple. Before he could reach it, however, he became aware of sharp pains on his back.

He immediately forgot about her tits and groaned as he screwed up his face in the wake of this new pain. He looked up at her face but she seemed to be looking over his shoulder at her hands. Her long nails continued to slowly rake across his skin leaving long, red lines in their wake as she scratched him.

Dan again was flooded with the sensation of this new pain but as that subsided he again became aware of the intense pleasure of her pussy around his cock. As with before the shocking mixture of pleasure and pain seemingly intensified the sensation of their fuck.

Ms. Hayden continued raking across his back and Dan stared wildly into her face and at her lean body as it rode up and down on him. Before he even became aware of it, Dan felt his cum start to rise out of his balls. He groaned and struggled to control himself even though he knew it was hopeless.

He let out a loud moan as he started to fill her pussy with cum. Ms. Hayden looked surprised at first as his cum exploded into her pussy and then her expression quickly became stern and harsh. It was amazing to Dan how much different this expression looked on her face now. It was similar to the look he had seen from her dozens of times before when she was really pissed off about something. This time, however, that same expression smoldered with lust and sexuality. Dan stared excitedly into her face as he continued cumming.

When he finished cumming Ms. Hayden sat still for a brief moment and then said, “Are you all finished now, Mr. Jenkins?”

“Yes,” Dan answered quietly.

“You didn’t wait for my approval, did you? Well,” she said as she got up off his lap and stood tall before him, “now I get to have a little fun.” She moved around behind the chair and Dan felt her unfasten his wrists from the chair. They were still cuffed together but he was now able to stand up when she took hold of his shoulders and pulled him up. She repeated this with his ankles and left them cuffed together as she released him from the chair.

She roughly twisted him around so he was facing the couch and, before Dan could really get a feel for balancing in his ankle cuffs, she pushed him forward roughly toward the couch. Dan immediately fell to his knees and his chest came crashing down hard on the couch cushions. His instincts told him to try and break the fall but with his wrists and ankles bound there was nothing he could do other than yell, “Fuck!” when he hit the couch.

“Mr. Jenkins!” Ms. Hayden called out sharply. She didn’t need to say anything else as it was clear from her tone that she was not pleased with his language. Immediately afterward he felt the sharp crack of her hand hitting his ass with surprising force. He cried out as the stinging and burning on his ass almost seemed to intensify as she pulled her hand away. “Anymore of that and you’ll be sorry.”

Dan tried to turn around and see what she was doing but he couldn’t twist around far enough to see her. Judging from the clicking of her tall heels he guessed she had moved back over to her desk. He heard her open a drawer and then heard her rustling around. He tried to shift his weight so he could turn around even further, but before he could turn his head around she sternly said, “Mr. Jenkins, turn back around. You will turn around when and if I say so.”

Dan did as instructed and stared straight ahead at the back of the couch waiting for his punishment. His heart was racing and he could feel the knot in his stomach as he waited for her. He could hear her moving around behind him and eventually he heard her footsteps move close to him and stop directly behind him.

He expected to feel the harsh smacking of the paddle on his ass at any moment. He fully expected that would be his punishment after her earlier teasing of him with the fur lined paddle. Or perhaps she would simply give him a bare handed spanking. His ass was still stinging sharply from her single smack and he wondered what it was going to feel like when she finished with him.

Instead he felt her hands brush against his ass before she reached between his ass cheeks toward his asshole. When her fingertips made contact with his asshole he immediately noticed the feeling of something cold and slick on his tight hole. Her fingers worked up and down over his asshole and Dan’s mind raced with what was happening.

Her fingers moved away from his asshole and he immediately felt her move closely behind him. It was like she was getting ready to fuck him doggie style and then Dan realized that might be exactly what she was intending. He gasped in shock at the thought.

The next thing Dan knew he felt something else pressing against his tight asshole. He was about to open his mouth to ask her something, anything, but before he could say anything she pressed whatever it was firmly against his ass.

Dan felt his virgin asshole fight the intrusion for a few moments before Ms. Hayden increased the pressure and finally pushed the tip past his tight ring. Dan cried out in surprise and discomfort as Ms. Hayden continued her slow but steady penetration until she drove the full length of whatever she had into him. He could feel her thighs pressing tightly against the back of his legs after she finished filling his asshole. Dan had no idea what she had just shoved up his ass but it felt like he was about to be split in two.

After the initial penetration, the sensation wasn’t quite painful but it certainly was uncomfortable as his ass was being stretched beyond any limits it had previously known. Just when it seemed like she would pause so he could adjust to the sensation she pulled nearly all the way out of him and then started to fuck his ass at a firm, steady pace.

“Ohhh God!” Dan gasped as the discomfort became more and more like pain again. He pushed his face into the couch and was overwhelmed by the sensation of her fucking his asshole. It seemed like his gasping and squirming only egged her on and she continued fucking him even a bit harder.

Ms. Hayden let her fingers drag over his lower back and ass as she continued to fuck him with the strap on dildo. She fucked him long and hard not really too concerned about his comfort or pleasure. She knew that he was young and would quickly adjust so she focused on the amazing feeling of control and power she felt as she reamed his virgin asshole.

It took a long while for Dan to get even remotely comfortable with his new situation. He gasped and groaned in discomfort over and over as she continued vigorously fucking his ass. It was only after what felt like a near eternity that he began to get adjusted to the feeling. Oddly, as the discomfort went away he realized that he found the penetration enjoyable.

He had never even thought of his ass as anything erotic before and never guessed it could be exciting. Slowly, his moans became less and less out of discomfort and quickly grew more lustful and excited. Ms. Hayden seemed to sense the shift also as she asked, “So, Daniel, do you like this?”

“Ugh, yes,” Dan gasped in between her solid thrusts.

She didn’t say anything but began to fuck him even faster and harder. Dan groaned and then gasped in shock when he felt her hand coming down roughly on his ass. She continued spanking him with her bare hand as she wildly fucked his asshole. Again, the mixture of the stinging pain on his ass with the oddly satisfying pleasure of whatever she had shoved up his ass was amazing.

After a few minutes of this Dan again felt the painful raking of her nails across his back. This time she slowly drew her nails over his lower back and ass. Dan cried out as she raked her nails over him. She continued alternating between smacking his ass and scratching him with her long nails for a while as she continued to thoroughly fuck his ass.

“Ohh,” Ms. Hayden moaned in what sounded like pleasure, “Mr. Jenkins I could keep fucking your sweet ass all night. Would you like that Daniel?”

“Yes,” he answered excitedly.

Time blurred for Dan from that point on. He had no idea how long she continued to fuck him, but he did know that she had to stop two times to reapply the lubricant. By the time she got done fucking him it felt like it might have been hours later. His asshole had now become completely adjusted to the situation and he eagerly and excitedly was able to relax and receive her fucking with growing pleasure.

Once he had time to adjust he couldn’t believe how much he started to enjoy being fucked like this. The feeling of being completely controlled by her and being at her mercy further stoked his desire. She again started spanking him as they fucked and didn’t stop until she was pumping his ass roughly and his ass was bright red and stinging him in pain.

“Just think Mr. Jenkins,” she said wickedly. “If your friend Mark had decided to join us perhaps he could take a turn fucking you. I bet he’d love shoving that big cock of his right up your tight asshole. I bet once he got a feel of it he wouldn’t stop until you were begging for mercy.”

She pulled out of him so quickly that it took him a few moments to realize it had happened. He felt her hands on his shoulders before she pulled him quickly off the couch and dropped him on his back on the floor. He lay there and gazed up at his vice-principal as she stared back down at him. From the way his ass felt he expected to see her holding something huge, but instead he saw her wearing a strap on dildo. He stared up at her wildly and couldn’t believe how hot she looked wearing the strap on. What surprised him was how small the dildo was. It was actually quite thin and probably no more than four inches long.

“You like that, Mr. Jenkins?” she asked glancing down at her “cock”. He didn’t say anything so she asked him again in a much harsher tone.

“Yes,” he answered.

“Hmm, maybe you’d enjoy the real thing,” she teased, “do you think you’d like that?”

“I, um, no,” he said. It was clear from the disappointed and pissed off look on her face that wasn’t the answer she wanted. Before she had the chance to punish him he added, “I don’t know.”

She dropped to her knees and then brought herself down until she was sitting on his chest. The small dildo was only a few inches from his face and he could smell the strong scent of his own asshole all over it. For a moment he feared she was going to make him suck it but instead she held still and continued to tease him. “Yes, I bet you’d like that Daniel,” she began in a sultry voice. “I bet you’d like to have a real cock this close to your face so you could suck it. I bet you’d suck it like a pro. Mark would love having your mouth on him and you’d keep on sucking and licking until he shot his cum in your mouth.” She paused and looked down at him. “Would you like that?”

He still didn’t think so but there was something about her vivid description and the look in her face that somehow made the thing sound appealing in the heat of the moment. “Yes,” he quietly whispered causing her to break into a wide smile.

“Yes,” she hissed, “I bet you’d like to have him fuck your ass too, wouldn’t you? You fucking little slut. I bet he’d love fucking that tight ass of yours until he filled you with his cum.” She continued talking to him like this until it was clear that she was doing it as much to drive herself wild as to excite him.

When she had clearly driven herself into a frenzy she moved forward and again brought her pussy down roughly over his mouth. She was again smothering Dan and he eagerly began sucking and licking at her amazingly wet pussy. She started grinding her pussy all over his face roughly and it only took a few more minutes of this before she groaned loudly and started an intense orgasm.

She stayed over his face for a few minutes just enjoying the feeling of him squirming under her and the feeling of his mouth at her pussy. When she finally stood she took off the strap on dildo and tossed it aside. She looked down at Dan’s naked body and just let her eyes move all over his helpless form. Her gaze finally stopped at his cock. Through the excitement of the fuck and then of sucking her pussy his cock had regained nearly all of its size and he lay yearning for relief.

“I guess you’ve been a good boy,” she mused. “I think I’ll reward you.” Dan groaned at the visions of her fucking him or sucking his cock that danced through his head. Instead she knelt next to him and took his cock in her hand. She began to stroke him with a tempo that soon had him going wild. She easily kept him in control for a while longer and only seemed to let him lose control when she was ready for it. She cupped his balls with one hand and pumped his cock rapidly with the other.

It only took a few strokes like that before Dan cried out and started to cum. His cum flew all over his stomach and only when he was nearly done did some trickle out and run down onto her hand. When he was done cumming she lifted her hand to his mouth and began rubbing his cum on his lips.

“Taste it,” she ordered. “Eat the cum.” He opened his mouth tentatively and she shoved her fingers inside leaving all the cum that was on her hand inside his mouth. He swallowed it quickly as she looked down at him intently. “There now,” she said, “that wasn’t so bad was it? Trust me, the first time is always the hardest. The next time will be much easier.”

She then immediately began to undo the cuffs on his wrists and ankles. When he was free again he immediately reached for his stomach as if to wipe off his cum. “No,” she ordered, “leave it.” He looked at her for a moment as if expecting something but she dismissed him by saying, “Now, get dressed. I think you know the way out.”

She walked behind her desk and sat down in her oversized chair watching him get dressed. Before he left he opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t think of what to say. Instead he simply turned to leave as Ms. Hayden said, “Have a good night Daniel. By the way, if you’re thinking of telling anyone about this I would advise you to think twice. Anything you say will be your word against mine and I think we both know who would win that one. The damage your false allegations would do would severely hurt your admission to college, trust me. I would see to that.”

He left in a daze and found a note from his friends on his car. He thought about calling them and trying to hook up with them but then he felt the wetness from his cum on his stomach and decided to call it a night. Instead he went straight home, stripped naked, and crawled into bed.

He could still smell her pussy on his face and could still taste the remains of her in his mouth. He ran his fingers lightly through the wet spots on his stomach and then absent mindedly brought them to his lips to taste them. The taste wasn’t nearly as strong as it had been earlier but it still sent chills down his spine as it brought back the memory of her sexy body.

He rolled over to go to sleep and became aware of a dull throbbing in his ass from the thorough fucking he had received. He had to remain on his side as the long scratches on his back hurt whenever they contacted his sheet. Still, the dull throbbing pain he still felt only reminded him of what had happened. When he finally did fall asleep it was one of the deepest, most serene nights of sleep he could ever remember.

Relieved that she was slowing, she looked him in his eyes. She could tell that he was enjoying this, and it set off an alarm. What would he do to torture her next? Was it not enough that she was given great amounts of pleasure with no hope of release? She was sure it had something to do with the candle, and she was sure that its wax would be dribbled on her, but exactly what he had in mind she knew not.

Slowly she came to a very slow and gently rock. Victor went to her side and looked at his new slave. Her body was in excellent condition, her nipples large against the medium size breasts. The shaved pussy looked good enough to eat, but that was for a later date. Her stomach flat and her legs shapely and long, what he saw is something that he would seek out for a sexual partner, and now he had her. She would be here to please him and knowing this allowed him the freedom to experiment with his dominant side.

Lifting the candle high above her, he allowed the wax to drip down. Slave jumped when the wax hit her stomach. The touch of the wax as it hit her body was okay but it soon heated as it cooled from the outside. “Still Slave,” Victor commanded.

Slave tried to relax and focus on everything else, but with each new drop as it hit her body she tensed. Looking down at her body she could see several drops of cooled wax. Then she saw where his next target as he carefully aimed for her nipple. This caused her to flinch. Victor only looked at her and asked her, “What have I commanded of you?”

“That I am to remain still, Sir. But that just has to hurt and it scares me,” she said with fear in her voice.

Victor said in a very gentle voice, “but Slave, you have to know that, as it did on your body, it is a small pain that goes away quickly. Don’t you trust me?”

Slave had never known trust before, and now was here was this man that seemed to want this from her. How could one answer such a question? Finally, Slave replied, “Sir, I trust that you seek your pleasure and in doing so, you will hopefully seek mine as well.”

This seemed to satisfy Victor, and he then slowly allowed the wax to drip from the candle to her chest. As she was moving, the first drop missed her nipple landing a little below, but the next one found its target. Immediately the pain caused her nipple to shrink under the hot wax. “Now Slave, did that hurt much?” Victor asked, truly curious as to how far she would let him dominate.

“No Sir, it did not hurt too much,” Slave lied. And however much pain it had caused her, it had also allowed her desire to cum diminish. The pain had done its trick and she could now relax just a bit.

Victor dribbled a few more drops on her, hitting her other nipple and then lowered his head to remove the wax with his mouth. The sensation forced Slave’s nipple to harden and Victor found a new game of applying wax and removing with his teeth, being sure to lick the nipple erect after each application. Victor could tell that this was bringing Slave off. Her body shrank back each time his mouth left her nipple.

Slave could feel Victor’s hard cock as it rubbed back and forth against her back and she could tell both from this and from the look on his face that he was truly enjoying this. This in turn helped Slave to accept her new form of torture, grateful that it was Victor and not her past owner that had tried this, for he showed kindness as well as enjoyment in this new sensation.

As Victor tired of his new game, he blew out the candle. Well Slave, I see that you are learning to take your torture well and for this I will reward you. He then inserted the unlit side of the candle deep with in Slaves pussy and used his mouth on her clit. Slave responded with a fever that Victor was totally unprepared for. Her body straightened and he found her pussy was being pushed into his mouth as the candle worked her pussy faster.

“Oh Sir, I fear that if you continue I will be forced to cum. I am now so close,” Slave pleaded for the approval of release.

“No! You must not cum yet. I want to feel your orgasm as it grasps my cock. Do you want to cum now?” Victor asked.

“Yes… oh yes… I am… so ready.” Came her reply in short gasps, unable to make a sentence in one breath.

Victor let her swing a few more times, and could tell that she was very close. He then moved to her back side and inserted his cock. Her walls locked on to his cock with a furry that he had not known before. Then he looked her straight in her eyes and said “Cum”.

She did not ask for permission again. The orgasm rocked through her body and came out her mouth in a loud scream; Slave was amazed at the intensity of her orgasm. And as Victor continued to fill her hot hole with his rigid pole, Slave’s orgasm never slowed. Victor could feel the orgasm as it rapidly sped through her body, tightening around his cock. And soon the sensation came upon him as well. Unhappy with the location, he pulled out and shifted the cuffs up further on her thighs. He then flipped her over, and turned her around. Putting his cock in her mouth, she hungrily ate at his cock, almost as a calf would suck the milk from its mother’s tits. She grabbed with her mouth and sucked. Victor reached under her and pulled on her perfectly round globes. Using her tits as leverage, victor swayed her back and forth, each time he pushed his cock further down her throat and each time she swallowed to get more. Soon Victor could take no more and he came deep down her throat. Holding her in place until the last drop had slipped out of his now soft member and down her throat.

Gently he lifted her and then removed the cuffs from her body. Setting her down on her feet, he said, “if you help me to extinguish these candles I will make you something to eat.”

Slave could think of nothing that sounded better at the moment and she quickly went about blowing out the candles. Victor raised the ropes and hit the button that closed up the bath. When they came to the last candle, they were at the door. Stepping out they walked, with her behind him, down the stair case.

In the kitchen, Victor set about making her dinner. Reaching into the refrigerator slave was amazed as the food was tossed at her; carefully she set it on the counter. Wondering how much he was going to make, she only looked to see what he brought out. Salad ingredients, fish, basil, wine, cheese and tomatoes, along with some other things that she did not recognize came out of the refrigerator.

“Here slave, you slice the tomato and cheese nice and thin,” Victor took out a pan and set it on the fire, mashed a few ingredients together and slathered it on the fish. It took only moments for the kitchen to smell heavenly. Victor worked quickly and efficiently. Clearly he needed no cook in his house.

As she finished with the cheese, he brought her a bottle of wine and handed it to her. “You should open the wine and then set the table.” He said as he pointed in the direction that she would find plates, glasses, and utensils.

Slave did as she was told and as soon as she finished with her task, dinner was brought to the table. Fried Salmon steak with a white wine pesto sauce, Tuscan mash and a light salad of sliced beef steak Tomatoes and slices of Mozzarella cheese drizzled with virgin olive oil and seasoned with freshly ground black pepper and sea salt.

As she had not eaten for a day, she ate hungrily at all the food set before her. She was embarrassed when she looked up to see Victor watching her in amazement.

“Always eat so fast?’ he asked mockingly.

“No Sir, it is just that I have not eaten yet today, my old master saw not reason to feed me before I was sold.” she said between bites. “And Sir, you are a wonderful cook, this is all so delicious. Never have I tasted anything so magnificent.” Victor stood, walked over to the stove and got the last piece of fish, which he placed on slave’s plate.

“Thank you sir” she said and happily took on the task of cleaning her plate once again.

When she finished, she asked “shall I do the dishes and clean up Sir?”

Victor thought that this would be a very good slave thing to do. “Yes, use the sink in the center of the room as there is a dishwasher immediately to the right of it.”

Slave very happily went about the business of cleaning up the kitchen. When she came back to the table to wash it she noticed that Victor was there, sipping wine, and staring at her. “Done” she said with a smile on her face.

Victor handed her his glass and stood. She placed it in the dishwasher, and turned it on. Rinsing out the cloth she used, she laid it between the sinks and followed Victor to the steps.

Victor walked her to the stairs and said, “you may go to bed now. When I ring the bell you are to come down to the kitchen and make my breakfast. There are many outfits for you to choose from in the wardrobe in your room. Pick out something that suits your mood for the morning.”

Taken by his generosity and kindness, Slave hugged Victor. He stood there, stoic, and she quickly realized that this was wrong. “Sorry Sir,” she said as she stepped back “I like it here and you are a kind master. I am glad that you bought me today.” With that she turned and took the stairs that lead from the kitchen up to her room, leaving a dazed man who could only watch her ascend the stairs.

Once in her room, she lay on her bed and with a smile on her face was sleeping within seconds of her head hitting the pillow.

Victor felt her struggle and slowly he let a hand free. The sensation as her hand touched him had him stirring in many ways.

She was soft with her touch. Her movements were hesitant at best. The last thing that she wanted was for this to end. Her fingers ran softly through his hair and down his back and her body began to shake. She knew she had fallen for her new master, but then she never expected such a man to fall for her, the slave.

As she felt her second hand free, she sighed in his mouth, holding him closely with her tongue. As his hands came down and held her head to his she almost screamed with happiness. Their tongues met in a duel where there were no losers, frantic to taste, to touch, slave continued to caress his body. Never before had she dared to hold but now all she wanted was to feel him closer still.

When Victor slid inside of Slave she cried tears of joy. For the next ten minutes they made love as lovers. Gently and warm as they touched and lingered on the kiss that still had not ended.

Then Victor stopped the kiss and looked down at slave, he could see the tears in her eyes. Kissing them away, he said “I have angered you, I am so very sorry.”

Slave took his head in her hands, pulled him close and said to him, “never has anyone made me so very happy as you have just now, these are not tears of sadness but tears of happiness. Please, do not stop. Please.”

Victor bent down and kissed her lightly and then while his cock was still buried deep in her, he bent over and undid her legs. As each freed, she wrapped them around his waist. Gently she pulled him back down and welcomed the kiss.

This is how it continued, together they touched, fondled, kissed, and then the idea of eating her pussy had returned to Victor. Slowly he descended, kissing each breast on the way.

Slave was too much in shock to move. Never before had anyone used her for more than a sex toy. Now she, for the first time in her life, felt like she was not being used, but rather that they were enjoying each other; and as his mouth neared her pussy, she could only pray that what was about to happen, would. Her hands reached the top of his head as she helped him down. When he put his tongue in her belly button, she giggled uncontrollably.

This he managed to stop by placing a finger on her clit. Spreading her legs, he slowly moved downward. As he nibbled on her thighs, he was rewarded with a scream of joy. He knew that she wanted him to continue, and he would, but now he felt like teasing her to oblivion.

Her legs wrapped around his shoulders and her body lifted, he could smell her wanton flesh; teasing her was almost as hard on him as it was for her. But still he continued to touch with his tongue and hands everywhere but where he knew she was desperate for the touch. As her hand came down he stopped, looked at her and asked, “I know you do not want to be tied back up, do you?”

Her hand stopped in mid air and rested at her side. He laughed a bit and then slipped his head down. Taking her swollen lips in his mouth he sucked them deep within. He was rewarded by a very eager Slave, whose hips lifted to meet him. When his tongue licked her pussy, nibbled on her clit, he could have sworn that she came. But when his tongue reached down and entered her pussy, he was sure of it.

Victor then inserted his finger in her pussy and started to stroke it in and out as he nibbled on her clit. Slave’s legs, still on Victor’s shoulders, are now pulling him inward. Her frenzy of enjoyment was feeding Victor to lick harder and to use his fingers faster. Stroking upward they hit her G spot and soon she is again cumming in his mouth. The scent of Slave encouraged Victor to continue and soon she becomes limp; no longer pulling Victor inward as he lapped up her juices, demanding more from her excited pussy.

Slave relished in the enjoyment of the orgasms that rocketed through her body, each nerve on heightened alert as she lay there feeling each touch, each breath, and each lick. Never could she remember her being the focus of enjoyment. This moment she would savor forever, to be replayed in her mind time and time again.

Victor could stand no more, his once flaccid cock now stood at complete attention. As he stood, he placed his cock at the door of her pussy. Bending down to kiss her, he slowly slid his cock in. there was electricity between the two, as Slave reached up to put her fingers in his hair.

Slave was unaware what love was but she was pretty sure that this is better than she ever imagined it to be.

Holding on to one another, they made slow love, touching and fondling each other.

When they both came, Victor continued to hold her and then he lifted his body up and looked her in the eyes. Slave thought she could see his eyes say thank you, but Slave knew that there were no words would be spoken. He just bent down and kissed her again, softly.

Carefully, as if she were the most delicate of flowers, he picked her up and carried her up the stairs; hitting the switch that would turn off the stairway lights, and then the one to move the curtain back in place. Slave held on to his shoulders as he opened the door. As he headed for the stairs, she was a bit confused by the direction that he was taking, for he was not bringing her to her room but up a set of stairs that she had not, until this time, traveled.

The look on her face must have shown her confusion for all Victor did was to hush her with a quiet “Shhhhh.”

Slave just nuzzled into his neck, content to be this close to him, and then he lay her down on the softest bed she had ever been on. She could not even fathom that a bed could ever be this soft and as he lay next to her, he held her in his arms and together they slept.

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