Cute Girls

Seeking

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*Prologue*

My name is of no importance to these journals. My history is that of almost any young woman of my generation. There is nothing startling or unusual in it indicating a predilection for the dark side. My place of birth, my childhood, my time at the university, these are all totally immaterial. This is not a memoir or a biography.

If you continue to read, you will have to accept the experiences I was forced to record at face value. I give no explanations or justification for what my life has become. My journals relate what was done to me over the weeks of my training as a slave to Sir, the man who was my Master. I was instructed by him to keep a hand written record of my training and to include the feelings and emotions that my ordeals aroused in me. I hated writing about what I was enduring at first but as the weeks passed my time with pen and paper became a solace to me.

Recently, I decided to publish my journals. I am not a writer and when I set down the accounts of my ordeals, I often wrote in a form that has been described as ’stream of consciousness’. At other times I employed a personal form of shorthand. In order that my experiences and feelings be presented in a more easily read form, I sent these journals to the author to prepare and present as he chose with the proviso that both I and Sir remain anonymous.

Soon after my relationship with Sir began, I was pierced and marked. My nipples were adorned with rings. My labial lips also sported Sir’s jewelry. I came to barely remember the embarrassment of the piercings. They became so much a part of me that I scarcely noticed them unless their movement stimulated me or they were incorporated by Sir into my pain or pleasure. On the surface and to all appearances, I was my Master’s true slave. All was not as it seemed though.

During this early time with Sir, before the training sessions began, there were instances of confusion. Moments of anger and doubt. I often wondered if my nature was truly submissive or if I was merely playing at something beyond my understanding. Did my ultimate pleasure lie in totally pleasing another? At times, I found myself rebelling against the subjugation of my individuality.

I was periodically uncomfortable with the feeling of being absorbed by a stronger will. Needless to say, these displays of willfulness displeased Sir. I was unhappy as well. It was a situation that demanded resolution. I was told that I must either prove that I truly belonged to him or that I must leave. I was asked to give myself body and soul into the hands of professional Masters for the full duration of their course. I would have to present myself to them twice a week for individual training.

What had once been a working farm on the outskirts of town had been converted into a school for slaves. By committing myself wholeheartedly to their program it was assured that I would come face to face with my inner self once and for all. It was my strong desire for an end to the uncertainty that had finally convinced me to pledge my obedience to the program.

And what of my Master you may be asking yourselves? He shall remain as vague and shadowy to you as he was real and all powerful to me. How he found me and how he bound me to his service are matters that shall remain private. It may seem incongruous that I so jealously guard these small details of my life, while I lay bare my soul in the pages ahead. The explanation lies in precisely that fact though. This is not the story of me; it is the story of my soul. It no longer seems strange to me that agony and ecstasy are two sides of the same coin. Every morning following my commitment to the Masters’ course, that coin spun through the air for me and I learned to live by the face it showed.

*The First Session*

I was given a set of instructions to follow in preparation for each training session…. I was instructed to shave myself bare…… my underarms, my legs, even the hair from my mound, my cunt and my ass. I had been given a list of items to purchase as well: A two quart enema bag with a hook for hanging; a douche nozzle, which is longer and fatter than the standard enema nozzle; adult glycerin suppositories and lastly, packets of Castile soap flakes.

Next came the hardest and almost torturous part of my preparation…I had been warned that it would be a two hour process…First, I had to insert three glycerin suppositories into my rectum and hold them inside for at least twenty minutes. No less, no matter how bad the cramping got. The instructions suggested setting a timer so I wouldn’t cheat. At the end of that long twenty minutes I was allowed to relieve myself on the toilet. Next I had to fill the enema bag with two quarts of warm water and mix in a packet of soap flakes. I hung the bag on the towel rack and then knelt down on the floor. I applied lube to the nozzle and worked it all the way into my ass. With my cheek to the floor and my ass raised, I released the clamp. I stopped the flow as necessary when the cramping got bad or I felt like I couldn’t hold anymore. Once that feeling passed, I continued until the whole bag was empty. I held this solution for a full ten minutes and left the nozzle in to help hold in the soapy water. I was allowed and even encouraged to roll onto my side or back and massage my belly to let the solution work deep inside me.

This proved to be very difficult….that much water had filled me so full that my belly looked huge. The soapy solution caused such bad cramping that I thought I’d die. I didn’t think there was any way I could continue to hold it all in. The cramps kept hitting in waves and all I could do was massage my belly and roll and clench as tight as I could the whole time. I cried with the pain and the urgency, fearing all the while that I would fail to hold it in long enough.

Somehow I managed to survive the painfully long waiting period. I was so swollen that I had to cradle my belly in my hands as I rose to the toilet. It took as much as thirty minutes for all of the soapy solution to work its way out. Finally I filled the bag with warm water and added one teaspoon of salt. I had to take the full two quarts of water and hold it for yet another twenty minutes to rinse out the last of the soapy solution. When at last, I expelled this, I was considered sufficiently clean inside for the Masters. I did feel completely cleaned out…empty inside and pounds lighter. I didn’t know how I did it or how I would find the courage to go through this twice a week for the training. Of course, after that I was also expected to bathe the outside of my body thoroughly. It took longer than the 2 hours and so I had to rush around getting ready to leave.

I managed to finally locate the farm after several wrong turns and arrived at a quarter till five. My heart was pounding and I was shaking so badly that I just sat in the car for several minutes, but then knowing that I had given my word, that this was my commitment…..I got out and entered the barn through the small side door.

A man who introduced himself as Master James met me there and it was almost like he had been standing there waiting. I wondered if he had been watching me, if he had felt my indecision as I had hesitated in the car. He motioned me to follow him down a short hallway and led me into a small changing room.

“Take off all your clothes, slut,” he said, “and then come into the dungeon.”

He smiled a little bit when he said it and I felt better. I didn’t say anything, just kept my eyes lowered and nodded. When he left I slipped out of my clothes and laid them over a little bench that was there. Not wanting to give myself time to think or reconsider, I did as directed and opened the same door Master James had used when he left me.

The inside of the barn was huge and filled with all kinds of contraptions…..things I’d never seen before but had read about…….hooks, pulleys and rings hung from the rafters and big eye bolts stuck up out of the floor and the walls. There were saw horses, some padded and some not, padded posts, benches and tables. I saw several big crosses and even a stainless steel medical examination table. A raised platform that appeared to be a stage of some sort. In front of it were rows of chairs where an audience might be seated. There was like….well like a whole bathroom. It was not enclosed though and the tub, toilet and all were exposed. Spotlights were everywhere in the ceiling and one turned on me when I stepped into the room. Master James stepped back through the same door that I’d just come through. I stood there, waiting and taking in these frightening surroundings when, suddenly, my arm was grabbed and I was jerked back into the changing room.

“On your knees, girl,” He almost screamed it. “You filthy slut, is this how you think you can leave your filthy slut mess?”

“W…w…what, Sir? I don’t understand?”

He was pointing at my clothes on the bench but I didn’t understand what I had done wrong. He gave me this big hairy lecture about how clothes are a privilege and that it took a Master’s hard earned money to keep me in clothes and that they were always to be folded neatly when I wasn’t wearing them.

“You will be punished for this and for raising your eyes to me and for speaking. You just earned yourself three lashes of my belt. Now you crawl back out there and you do it NOW!”

I started crawling fast as I could back out the door. Master James followed me, nudging me to go faster with the toe of his boot. He directed me to a small padded bench that was just a foot tall. He told me to lay over it face down and spread my legs. I could already feel the tears on my face as I lay over the bench. With his boot he kept kicking side to side between my legs until they were wide open. I laid there; shaking….trying to hold in the sobs…waiting for what would happen next. I heard him unbuckling his belt and heard it slipping out of the belt loops of his jeans…..for a moment my mind just went blank.

“Tell me why you are being punished…..Answer me, girl! That’s one extra lash for the delay.”

“Um…b…because I didn’t fold my clothes…..” I finally stammered out an answer, half crying, “and um….. because I looked at you… and because I spoke without asking permission.”

“At least you’re not stupid. There may be hope for you.” He said. “Each and every time that you’re punished, you will count every swat out loud and thank the Master that sees fit to correct you. Then you must ask for the next swat. Understand, girl? If you hesitate in the least or forget then the punishment starts from the beginning again.”

Before I could even respond he brought the belt down hard over my ass.

“One…..aghhhh, Master James, thank you. Pleeaasse may I have another?”

Oh my god, the next one hurt even worse. It was on the back of my thighs and…the sting….the pain, took my breath away.

“Twooooooo…..thank You, Master James, aghhhh pleaseee may I have another?”

By the time I’d taken all four my whole ass was red and on fire and I had that one huge welt on the backs of my thighs. I was ashamed to be crying but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to say I was sorry but was too afraid to speak. He told me to stand up and get over to that platform and present myself for inspection to him and I did. I hurried because he still had that belt in his hand. It was then that I noticed two other men standing off to one side watching and talking. One of them was a large black man. I couldn’t hear what they were discussing and had only time for a quick glance. I couldn’t risk being seen looking at them.

I dropped down to my knees as gently as I could….the muscles in my thighs and my ass were screaming. I tried to remember everything I had been taught about the presenting position…….knees spread apart the width of my shoulders, back straight with a slight arch, head held high, eyes lowered….chest thrusting out….and my palms upturned in a gesture of submission, one resting on the top of each thigh…..god so much to remember. The three of them started walking in slow circles around me. One of the new men was the first to speak.

“I am Master Michael and this is Master Robert.” He said, gesturing to the huge black man at his side.

He bent down and took one of my nipple rings in his fingers. He lifted and twisted it, holding my breast suspended for a moment before letting it drop. At the same time Master James was behind me, running the palm of his hand down my back and then over the welts on my ass. Fingers slid down inside the crack of my ass and began circling, pressing into my anus………no lube…..god it hurt and I whimpered. He told the others that my Dom wanted my hole to be used and kept filled.

“Damn shame. I love tight ass like that.” Master Robert said.

“Too tight to be of any real use,” Master James disagreed, “but we’ll fix that.”

Master Michael squatted down right in front of me and without any warning at all he slipped two thick fingers straight into my cunt. My body flinched and I didn’t hold the position. He kept his fingers inside me, twisting and turning and fucking them in and out while the other two pulled me back into position. A stiff training collar was placed on my neck and they put leather cuffs on both my wrists, too. The cuffs were attached to rings on each side of the collar which pulled my shoulders back. Master Robert fastened small chains to my nipple rings and fastened them to the front of the collar…..they were too short and tugged my nipples up. Master Michael thrust his fingers deep into my cunt one last time and pulled them out and held them up right in front of my face. They were slick and wet and I could smell my own sex on them. He wiped them off on my face.

“Clean my fingers.”

I did. I licked them clean.

“Good girl.”

I was actually happy when he patted me on the head.

“It’s time you got your first taste of real discipline, girl. We will start every session with some kind of discipline.” Master James said.

His voice was chatty, almost friendly, and his hand was stroking over my back and my ass. Right then I needed that and I had to fight to keep from swaying back to his hand. He explained that this wasn’t punishment but that it wouldn’t be pleasant and might even be painful. The purpose of discipline was to teach me my place. To remind me of just who I was and of whom the Master was. Discipline was given for Master’s pleasure and for the submissive’s as well. It gave the one seeking to please the opportunity to show how much she was willing to take and to endure to please. A Master often gave discipline for no other reason than that he could. It was an exercise in power, of giving and taking. It was also an opportunity to mark the submissive if that was the Master’s desire.

All this I was told as Master Michael and Master Robert were lifting me up to my feet. I was guided slowly forward while Master James talked, until I was face to face with the huge St. Andrew’s cross.

They uncuffed each of my wrists and stretched my arms wide to the side at shoulder height and then they were fastened again to the cross. Master Robert put ankle cuffs on me and I was ordered to spread my feet wide apart. There were large eye bolts in the floor that they fastened the cuffs to. I was helpless and naked and scared half to death. The thought ran through my head they could kill me. They could do anything they wished to me. I was at their mercy and I started crying again silently. The tears were streaming and I couldn’t stop them. I was shaking so badly that the vibration caused the cuffs to rattle where they were clipped to the cross. The three men stepped back and Master James said,

“Slut, prepare yourself for your discipline.”

Someone stepped up behind me again. I couldn’t see who but I felt a strong body pressing tight to me. A hand lifted my hair up off my neck and I felt warm breath, soft lips on the back of my neck at the top of the collar. More kisses and licks were followed by a gentle biting at the base of my neck and along my shoulders. The hand followed my spine down to my ass and traced the pattern of welts that still burned. The mouth returned to the base of my left ear lobe and teased and I knew it was Master Michael when I heard the voice in my ear.

“Don’t be afraid, little one. Trust me and let yourself come with me. I’m going to take you someplace that you’ve never been.” He whispered. “Take what I’m going to give you. Find pleasure in it. It’s my gift to you. Remember, trust me.”

He stepped back. I whimpered and felt the loss when his heat… his mouth… his hands left my body. I was ashamed that I could feel the warm flow of my need oozing from my cunt and felt a tightening deep in my belly. I was embarrassed at the heat within me and hoped they would not notice.

My eyes were squeezed tightly shut and my body tensed as I waited for the first strike. Instead I felt the softest touch and the most exquisite stroking. It was Master Michael with what I found out later was a kind of flogger called a rabbit tail. It caressed down my back and out over each stretched out arm. It ran down my legs to my ankles and up the insides of my thighs. It teased my cunt and continued up through my tight ass crack. The stroking and the teasing went on forever. In random patterns, the sensation traveled over my body.

Here and then there, until I drifted into a state of total relaxation. Craving the touch, I found myself making little whimpering sounds of pleasure. I was surprised that those sounds were coming from me and that none of the Masters seemed to mind. By then, each time the flogger was trailed up between my legs, it came away wet with the juices its touch was exciting from me.

The touch changed to light taps. Little, light stinging taps in all those same places. On my arms, my shoulders and back. On my burning ass and my thighs and down my legs. My body was enveloped in warmth as the flogger’s sharp kisses reddened me. Warm, so warm! I found that I was moaning.

“Yessssssss. Ohhhh, yessssssss.”

My body was moving, straining at its bonds as to reach the sweet, stinging heat. My knees had become so weak that it was hard to stand up. My fingers curled over the cuffs as the nature of the flogger’s touch again changed. The taps became definite lashes. I could feel thin suede leather straps then. There was a rhythm to it and as each lash burned into me an incredible heat was generated. I wanted more of it.

He gave it to me. At the last it was real pain. The leather kisses had become fiery. Each one burned deep into my muscles. I was red hot all over. I was burning alive. I was so deep inside myself that I was there and yet I wasn’t. I was filled with Master Michael and the power of his astonishing hot touch. I wanted it to go on forever… until there was nothing left of me.

Gentle hands released me and strong arms held me up. Master Robert and Master James carried me to a narrow padded table. Kind words, nice words flowed into my ears.

“Good girl, good slut.”

There were soft touches and stroking hands caressing my hair. Master Robert held a glass to my lips.

Johnny led Virginia back to the stock room, leaving Pete to browse out front. As the door swung closed behind them, Johnny turned to Virginia.

“Take off your clothes,” he said, before turning towards the shelves and looking through the newly received stock.

It took a moment for the statement to register. “Here?” she said when it finally did.

Johnny stopped what he was doing, turning back to his would-be model.

“Yes, here,” he stated simply.

“But . . .” Virginia never finished the thought, knowing by the look in Johnny’s eyes that further discussion was not wanted.

“Yes, sir.” And as Johnny turned back to his task, her nervous fingers began working their way down the front of the dress, freeing first one button, then another.

Johnny continued looking through the new stock. “Here it is,” he said at last, grabbing a red negligee and thong set. He turned back to Ms. Lee, who by now had shed her dress, leaving only a lacy black bra and matching panties to hide her bountiful curves.

Johnny stopped short, pausing to drink in the older woman’s beauty. He even whistled softly, eliciting a blush from Ms. Lee, before handing her the outfit.

“Lose your bra and panties and put these on. Then meet us out front. Oh, and keep the heels on.”

Virginia took the garment, examining the sheerness of the fabric, knowing that it would reveal far more of her than was proper. But as she raised her eyes to meet his, she knew that it didn’t really matter. She would do as she was told; it was as simple as that.

“Yes, sir,” she ultimately replied, setting down the negligee and reaching behind her back.

Johnny turned away just before the bra came off. “Try not to keep us waiting too long,” he said as he made his way back into the store.

She may not have known what to expect when she’d arrived at the store, but she was beginning to figure it out. It at least involved Johnny and Pete, that much seemed certain. And she had a growing fear that it would take place in the store itself, right out in the open where just about anyone could walk in.

She took a deep breath as shivers ran down her spine. Her mistress had been clear; she was not to disappoint Johnny. ‘Very well,’ she thought. ‘If that’s what Johnny wants, that’s what Johnny gets.’

It was two minutes later when the principal stepped through the door that separated the stock room from the shop. She was half way across the floor before they saw her, but once they did their eyes never turned away.

And it was no wonder, she thought. After all, here she was, half naked in the middle of a public store! You’d be crazy not to look! Despite all her bravado in the store room, she was nervous, unable to deny that there was a part of her that wanted to run away and hide, to put this whole degrading experience behind her. But when she came to a stop in front of the two men, she found herself standing tall, positioning her body to best showcase her wares. It was clear that the part of her that wanted this was the stronger part.

“Now that’s a negligee,” Pete said as he looked her over.

In truth, the garment offered a bit more modesty than Virginia acknowledged, with the sheer fabric giving way to fine, lacy designs that did a more than adequate job of covering her nipples. Even the nature of the fabric itself added some camouflage, with the red weave casting a shadow-like haze over everything beneath it. What wasn’t hidden, however, was the swell of her bosom, the flatness of her stomach or the tiny thong that didn’t even pretend to cover her fanny.

“Turn around for us, would you, Virginia?” Johnny instructed.

She turned slowly, her eyes moving from one man to the other, then back again.

“It comes with the thong,” Johnny added after she’d completed her turn. “Show it to him, Virginia.”

Without hesitation, the principal pulled the nightie up over her waist, the front of her thong now clearly visible. Then, surprising everyone – most of all herself – she turned around, bent slightly at the waist and wiggled her nearly naked ass for the two young men.

“Well,” she teased when she’d returned to her original position. “What do you think?”

“Beautiful,” Pete muttered, half under his breath. “Absolutely beautiful.”

“Before you get too carried away,” Johnny butt in, “there’s one more thing I want you to see.” He turned to Ms. Lee, gesturing towards the stock room. “Virginia, after you.”

As she started towards the back room she noticed that the other two customers in the store had made their way closer to where she’d just been, pretending, however lamely, to be browsing through the DVD’s.

Once they were back in the store room Johnny turned to her. “I’ll take the negligee now.”

Virginia shed the garment quickly, showing no hesitation at all.

“And the panties.”

A brief moment later she handed Johnny the very moist panties, leaving her naked but for her shoes.

Johnny rolled the panties in his fingers as he looked her over, making absolutely no effort to disguise his stares. There was a sly grin on his face as he handed the panties back.

“You might as well keep these,” he said. “I sure can’t sell them in this condition.”

She took the panties back with a smile, turning to place them alongside the clothes she’d previously discarded, providing her new young master – for she now realized that was exactly what he was – with a nice view of her ass and pussy as she bent over.

When she straightened up, Johnny was holding a black fishnet dress with a matching black thong. Her mind instantly flew back to the previous school year, to the night she’d taken her first female mistress – Suzie Conners – and to the black fishnet dress she’d worn that evening. That one, she remembered, had failed to offer even the slightest hint of modesty. She knew the one in Johnny’s hand would fare no better.

She took the dress from his hand. “Should I meet you out front?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

Johnny smiled, reaching out to tweak her nipple with one hand while the other slid between her thighs, sliding teasingly across her slit. “Now you’re getting the hang of things,” he said as she shuddered slightly.

“What about the other customers?” she asked.

“What about them?” And without another word he turned and re-entered the store.

Virginia set down the dress and stepped into the thong, sliding it into position. Next, she picked up the dress and stepped into it, easing it up her body. It was a stretchy material that clung to every curve. The back ended at the bottom of her shoulder blades, while the front bib flowed up to her neck, leaving just a narrow bit of material to run around the neck and meet in the back so a single button could hold it all together.

She stepped in front of the mirror on the back wall and looked herself over. Basically, she was nearly naked. The thong – easily visible through the fishnet material – was sufficient to cover her pussy, but barely. There was nothing, however, that could disguise the aroused state of her nipples as they poked clearly through the netting.

She took a deep breath to calm herself and stepped through the door, stopping just inside to survey the scene. She noted that the same two customers were still there, still pretending to look through the DVD’s.

Although Virginia had a pretty good idea of what was in store for her, there were two significant things she did not know. First off, she didn’t know that when she and Johnny had gone into the store room the first time, Pete had locked the front door. And second, she did not know that the two other customers were, in fact, close friends of both Johnny and Pete.

She did, however, have a pretty good idea that each of the four young men was about to get lucky.

She crossed the room to where Johnny and Pete waited and moved immediately into a sexy turn, making certain that nothing was hidden from view. She then ran her fingers along Johnny’s cheek before sliding her back up against Pete’s front, the tell-tale bulge in his pants pressing against her ass.

“Well,” she purred. “What do you think?”

“Wow,” Pete replied as his hands slid onto her arms, coming to rest against the sides of her breasts. He turned towards Johnny. “I’ll take it.”

“I thought you’d like that,” Johnny smiled. “Now that you’ve got a hot number for your fiery woman, you’ll probably need some toys. Do you have anything in particular in mind?”

“Well,” Pete replied, hesitating as he looked around the store. His eyes finally came to rest on a pair of wrist cuffs. The cuffs were attached to a single rope that was tied off on a nearby pillar after running through a metal loop that descended from a large ceiling beam. “I’ve always been curious about something like that. Do women really like that stuff?”

Virginia felt his hands sliding up and down her arms, pressing against the sides of her tits. She knew the question, although asked of Johnny, was directed at her. She slid out of his grip and stepped over to the cuffs as they dangled just above her head. She looked up at the cuffs, and then back at Pete.

“Some girls do,” she answered in a throaty voice. “Some girls don’t. There’s really only one way to find out for sure.”

Johnny and Pete exchanged smiles, but neither spoke. It was Pete who moved towards the pillar to untie the rope and Johnny who pulled the cuffs down, slid them onto Ms. Lee’s wrists and tightened them.

It was when Pete was pulling the rope back, drawing her hands over her head so she had to stand tall just to keep her feet on the ground, that she noticed the other two men drawing near, completely abandoning any pretense of browsing.

The four men stood quietly, as if the slightest movement might break the spell, until Pete finally turned to Johnny. “What would you recommend now?” he asked with a fake innocence.

“You’ve got several choices,” Johnny replied. He stepped over to a display case, grabbed a ping pong shaped paddle with several holes in the blade, and turned back to Pete.

He slapped the paddle against his hand a few times. “I personally like the paddle. Whether you use it playfully or sternly, the message it sends is clear. And most everyone has some childhood spanking memories that serve to reinforce the control issues.”

He handed Pete the paddle and circled behind the dangling principal, placing his hands on her waist as he pulled her ass against his crotch.

Virginia could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the bulge in Johnny’s pants pressed against her. She shivered as his hands slid down to the hem of her fishnet dress, grabbed hold of it and slid it up until it passed over the thong, finally settling in around her waist. And she nearly fainted when he hooked his fingers in the thong and slid it to the floor.

When Johnny stood up again he held the balled up thong in his hands. He then reached around Ms. Lee’s head and slowly pushed it into her mouth. He stepped back and looked at Pete, gesturing towards Ms. Lee’s fanny. “Why don’t you take a few shots? I’m sure Virginia won’t mind, will you?”

Virginia shook her head weakly, the thong muffling anything she might have said.

Pete moved slowly around the woman, his eyes never leaving the body that was now naked from the waist down. Once he was behind her he hesitated only a second.

WHACK!

The first one was not very hard, at least compared to what she was used to with her students. It was followed by several seconds of nothing, as if he was waiting for some sign that he’d hit her too hard.

WHACK!

The next one was harder, but still not there yet.

Johnny could see it in her eyes. “Pete,” he said with a wicked grin on his face. “This one’s a lot tougher than you think. If you expect to get a rise out of her, you’re going to have to do a lot better than that.”

Pete nodded his understanding, before taking another shot.

WHACK!

That one was harder, getting a good jump and moan from Ms. Lee.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Harder still, I think. But you’re getting there.”

Pet smiled, nodding his head. “Like this, maybe,” he said, unleashing a tirade on her naked fanny.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The blows came quickly, one after another, with more than enough force to get the principal’s attention. She arched her back, stretching herself away from the pain and drawing her restraints taut. The blows rained on.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Finally they stopped.

Virginia let out a gasp, sagging as much as the restraints would allow. She then turned to face Pete, the look of defiance somehow still present in her eyes.

Pete could only smile, shaking his head. He turned to Johnny. “I think you were right about her.”

Before Johnny could answer, one of the customers – the blonde one – spoke for the first time. “Say, is this a private party or can anyone get in on the fun.”

“I’ll tell you what,” Johnny said as he turned, stepped over to the wall and pulled two floggers down. He stepped over to the two customers and handed them each a flogger. “Give me just another second or two and you can have a go at her with these, if you’re so inclined.”

It was the redhead that answered this time, taking the flogger and swatting the handle against his hand. “Sir,” he replied. “I believe that we are indeed, so inclined.”

Johnny then moved around the principal, stepping close behind her. He lifted his hands to the back of her neck, brushed away her hair and unbuttoned the only thing that kept the front bib in place. He allowed the bib to fall forward, leaving her beautiful mounds fully exposed while the bib fell in front of her pussy. It wasn’t, however, allowed to stay there for long as Johnny knelt down and slid the dress over her hips and down her legs until it reached the floor, where Johnny gently lifted first one foot, then the other until the principal was left wearing nothing but her high heel shoes.

Virginia made no effort to hide her nakedness as she glanced from the blonde to the redhead, and at the floggers they now possessed. She didn’t care that they were strangers off the street, just happening to be in the right place at the right time. All that mattered was that she was naked and they were about to flog her. She could feel the excitement growing in her pussy as she finished the thought – flog her now, fuck her later.

‘Blondie’ circled around behind her while ‘Red’ moved to her front. She shivered when the leather straps from ‘Blondie’s’ flogger flopped onto her back and slid off. ‘Red was next, slapping his against her stomach so the straps wrapped briefly around her side. ‘Blondie’ struck next, followed quickly by ‘Red.’

The men began circling her slowly, alternating slaps, each new strike coming with a bit more force than the previous. They slapped at the back of her legs, at her ass and at her back, and they slapped at the front of her thighs, and at her pussy, stomach and tits.

Virginia strained against her restraints as the leather straps continued to dance across her body, her eyes closed as she swayed her head from one side to the other. The attacks were painful, but their one inch thick leather straps were certainly less damaging than the floggers with the thinner straps Johnny had elected not to use. And they were certainly less painful the paddle.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, realizing that the flogging had stopped. Pete and Johnny were standing in front of her, looking at each other. It was Johnny who spoke.

“After you,” he said to Pete with a wave of his hand. “Never let it be said that at ‘The Luv Nest,’ the customer doesn’t cum first.”

Pete nodded his head, saying nothing, before turning to face Ms. Lee.

He waited for her eyes to focus on him before reaching for the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head. A moment later he was stepping out of his pants and underwear, stepping ever closer to the captive woman, his erect cock pointing the way.

When he was directly in front of her he reached out with his hands, rubbing them up her sides and onto her breasts. He squeezed her as she moaned, pinching her as she lifted her right leg from the ground and rubbed it against his side. Finally, he slid his left hand under her right thigh, supporting it as she lifted her left leg from the ground, pulling on the rope to help raise her body. Then, after she’d wrapped both legs around his waist, he took his cock in his right hand and guided it to the gates of her pussy, before she lowered herself slowly onto his manhood.

They made a strange sight – the naked man standing there, hands under the naked woman’s ass as she locked her legs around him, her arms still hanging from the ceiling, with their torsos pressing hungrily against each other.

But neither of them cared how they looked as they began rocking their hips together. He squeezed her ass firmly, lifting her slightly before dropping her once again onto his staff, repeating the process over and over while she leaned her head forward, draping her hair over his shoulders and onto his back as she strained against the rope.

The principal managed to spit the thong out of her mouth, gasping for breath as the sweat poured down her body. And just as she was squeezing him once again with her legs, she felt him shooting his load into her, even as her own body was erupting in orgasm

For several minutes they just stood there, him supporting her ass while the rope held up her arms. Eventually, he felt her weight increasing as Johnny slowly lowered the rope until Virginia’s arms were wrapped around Pete’s neck. A moment later Johnny released her wrist cuffs, freeing her at last. But freedom was the last thing on her mind.

She was only barely aware that Pete was setting her ass down on a desk that was barely more than two feet wide, easing her back so her ass was hanging just over one edge of the desk while her head and neck hung over the other.

It was while she lay there with her neck muscles supporting her head that she noticed the other three men were also naked. ‘Blondie’ was standing above her, his hands sliding to the sides of her head and pushing it down gently until the neck was arched, leaving her mouth pointed directly at his raging cock. A moment later, he was easing it into her mouth, even as a new cock was sliding into her pussy.

She nearly gagged as the cock in her mouth began sliding in and out, even as the other cock was working her pussy. She couldn’t see who was fucking her, but she was coherent enough to suspect that – since the customer cums first – it must be ‘Red.’ Truth be told, it really didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was ramming his meat into her at a ferocious pace, slamming her against the cock that was filling her mouth on the other side of the table while someone else was pinching mercilessly on her nipples.

The slut in Ms. Lee was on fire and not the least bit concerned with anything other than her release. She was laid out naked and helpless across a desk as four guys had their way with her in a public store. There was no place on earth she’d rather be.

‘Blondie’ came first, shooting his wad deep into her mouth as he spasmed into her. A moment after he came he pulled out, allowing her to lift her head and confirm that it was, in fact, ‘Red’ who was filling her pussy. And as she looked into his eyes, she came, followed almost immediately by him.

But there is no rest for the wicked, it seems, as no sooner had ‘Red’ pulled out of her then Johnny stepped up. But instead of sticking his meat into her, he lifted up her legs, pushing them forward until they were pressing against her chest. Then he slid two fingers into her dark hole, easing them around to loosen her up.

She grabbed the sides of the table, holding on as he continued to work his fingers in her ass. After another moment he withdrew his fingers, took hold of his cock and – after sliding it into her pussy for lubrication – pressed it against the entrance to her dark hole. Then, with agonizing slowness, he eased himself ever so slightly into her, before easing himself out. He then repeated the process, delving a little deeper this time. The process repeated several more times, not stopping until his meat was completely buried in her ass.

And then he hesitated, looking down on her like a master would look upon a pet.

“Please,” she whispered weakly. “Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard.”

Johnny reached down and grabbed her breasts, squeezing hard as he began pounding her ass. Soon her moaning was filling the store as he pounded her against the desk top. She tried to hold his eyes but failed, turning away from his gaze. And still, he worked her hard.

They came together, two bodies clutching desperately at each other as their releases overtook them. Finally, he collapsed onto the back of her thighs, pushing them against her breasts.

They stayed like that for the better part of a minute. It was Pete who finally tapped Johnny’s shoulder, motioning that it was time to let Virginia up.

The guys gathered their clothes, dressing slowly while Virginia sat on the desk, catching her breath. Finally, she retrieved the thong and slid it on, before searching out the fishnet dress and stepping into that.

Johnny looked at her questioningly. “Your clothes are in the back. I’ll be happy to get them for you. Or you can dress back there.”

“It’s early yet and I thought I’d stick around for a while,” Virginia shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind wearing this; if it’s okay with you, that is.”

Johnny looked at her and smiled. “It’s fine by me.”

She returned his smile as she reached behind her neck to button the button. “I’ll be behind the counter, then.”

‘Red’ stepped over to wear Johnny and Pete stood. “Aren’t you going to tell her the store was locked up for the last hour and we’re all friends?”

Johnny looked at ‘Red.’ “Nope,” he said, turning his gaze back to Virginia’s ass as she made her way across the floor. “I think we’ll leave things just like they are.”

* * * * * * *

“As always, your comments and suggestions are welcome.”

“Oh god!! That feels so damn good, don’t stop!!” Azlyn cried out.

I had no plans on stopping. Doing this to her made my own arousal that much fiercer. I was munching on her pussy so much, that I completely forgot about Anton again, as I was enjoying myself so immensely.

I jumped when I felt him kneel behind me, grab my hips and raised me up. He pulled my legs apart roughly and shoved himself into with a fierceness that left me almost breathless.

“Yes, that’s a good girl, open wider for me. Look Ms. Bennett. Do you see the pretty picture we make? Ah, yes, Ms. Clark I bet she does taste good. But currently I am fucking your sweet, tight pussy.”

I loved the way he talked to me as he fucked me so hard. Every time he thrusted into me, my nosed bumped into her wetness, which in turn made her writhe even harder underneath me.

I wanted to cum so badly, that I started to move harder on Anton’s cock. The harder I moved, the harder he pushed.

I raised my head and shouted out my orgasm.

“Oh my god!!! I’m cumming. Oh.. Yeah..fuck that pussy!” I screamed at him.

Azlyn came right before I came, and she yelled out as well. I laid on her, between her legs, while Anton continued to assault my pussy. He pulled out of me, threw me down, and fell upon Azlyn, with so much force, that I just knew the divan was going to break. Since she was still wet he slid in with no problem.

I sat back and watched as he grabbed her legs and raised them until they were behind her ears. She was helpless, and she seemed to enjoy it.

I watched as he fucked her, pumping her until she screamed. His ass, which I was itching to spank, showed just how hard he worked her. He turned towards me and told me to get one of the belts that were hanging.

“Ms. Clark, I want you to take that belt and hit me across my ass. And do not be gentle. I want you to hit me hard.”

It was if he could read my mind. I looked at his ass, while I twisted the belt in my hand. I was feeling a sense of euphoria, as if I could beat him into submission.

I grabbed the belt hard, and slapped him hard. My arm shook, but I was determined to make him feel the bite of the belt with each downward stroke. The more I hit him, the more he grunted each time he felt the belt.

“Like this Head Master? Am I doing it hard enough”?

He nodded his head yes, and closed his eyes every time the belt came down. Azlyn meanwhile was yelling something fierce, and still Anton was not done. He pumped her harder and faster, and I just continued to slap his ass.

This happened until my arm hurt, and still I would not let up. Then all of sudden he yelled for me to stop.

He pulled out of Azlyn, and shot his load all over her breasts and stomach. I watched in amazement, as his cock pumped its essence. I watched how as he came, he bit his lip, and closed his eyes tight. His breathing was fast and loud.

Afterwards, he put Azlyn’s legs down, and told me to come closer.

“Ms. Clark that was excellent work. Now I want you to clean Ms. Bennett as well as yourself. I want to thank you both for a first-rate evening. Now what was done here will never leave this room, is that correct ladies”?

We both nodded yes, because my big mouth brought both of us here to this place. After getting dressed, Anton led us to the door, and after checking the hallway, told us to go straight to our dorm room, to study so we would not fall back on our grades.

As we walked back to our dorm room, I turned around to look at Anton. He stared at us until we turned the corner. I shuddered in anticipation of our next encounter, which I had no doubt would be happening soon.

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