Cute Girls

Story of Jenny Ch. 01

*Part 1 - Friday Night With Jenny*

The sound of talking, laughing, and music filled the room at Jenny’s house. As happens during every party, there was soon a lull in the conversation, and Jenny called to him. When he was by her side, she told him, in front of the four other women in the room, “I want you to strip. Now.”

He looked at her questioningly, and she clarified. “Take off your clothes - right here, and right now.”

The atmosphere became quiet except for the music in the background. Somewhat nervously, and knowing that he had better do as Jenny commanded, he started to undress in the middle of the living room, in front of all her guests. First he took off his shoes, then socks, followed by his shirt, and then, rather shyly, trousers. At Jenny’s insistence, he had shaved his body from the waist down, including pubic hair, and was quite self-conscious of his appearance in front of Jenny’s guests. Dressed only in his briefs, he looked at Jenny.

“Everything!” she commanded. Looking at her smooth bare legs and the short white skirt she was wearing, he slid his briefs down and stepped out of them.

“Put your clothes over there,” she ordered, pointing to a corner of the room. He bent down, picked up his clothes, and placed them on the floor, then arranged them neatly.

“Come over here now,” she commanded. When he was by her side again, she said to her guests, “I’m going to give him a good caning.”

There was a hum of interested hushed exclamations from Jenny’s guests.

He had an idea that she was going to discipline him when she told him to take off his clothes. This was to be his first time with an audience - and not just one other person, but four of Jenny’s friends. her pronouncement that she would use the cane sent a shudder through him since he was familiar with her technique of drawing the caning out to a very lengthy session. He saw the wide-eyed look of excitement on the other women’s faces, and looks of anticipation.

He knew that Jenny was feeling very sexual at this point, although she showed none of it. She grasped his penis with her firm fingers, saying, “He usually is quite hard by this point, but since he has an audience…” Jenny felt the member growing in her hand as she subtly but firmly manipulated it. All the while he was becoming more embarrassed. “He must keep himself shaved from the waist down. I want him that way for his enemas too,” she said to his obvious discomfort.

“It’s time to start now,” Jenny announced. “Go get that chair and bring it over here in the middle of the room.”

She had him place the chair so that his bare bottom would be facing his audience when he bent over the back of it for his caning.

“Go get the cane!” Jenny ordered. He did as she ordered, being gone about a minute and, bringing the thin whippy rattan cane, handed it to her. More interested sounds from the female audience.

“You know what to do now,”, she told him. With a sigh of resignation, he bent over the back of the chair and waited. “You had better STAY in that position now,” she urged as she lightly tapped the cane against his bared, shaved buttocks.

Jenny stood to one side, tapped his buttocks a few more times, drew the cane far back over her shoulder, and placed a vigorous, whippy stroke across the center of his bottom.

He quickly drew in his breath and twisted slightly from side to side, obviously trying to avoid any vocal manifestation of his predicament. A few seconds later, Jenny drew the cane far back again, and placed another red-hot stripe immediately next to the first one. A whispered groan escaped involuntarily. A third stripe, immediately to the other side of the first one, evoked a closed-mouthed “mmmmmgph!” from him, and some more writhing.

Addressing the other women, Jenny stated, “He knows to stay in position or he will get more after we’re done. It took a lot of practice and many sessions, but now he can pretty much manage, especially since the consequences are not pleasant — for him.” With that, she delivered three more expertly-placed stripes on his buttocks, to the tune of urgent groans escaping his clenched teeth.

Jenny’s guests were in awe of the entire scene before them. They knew that Jenny’s expert precision in placement of the cane strokes was due to extensive practice, much of it no doubt on the bared buttocks of the male now receiving her attention.

By the time Jenny had placed ten strokes on her charge’s bottom, it ceased to matter to him that four other women were watching, and he began to vocalize his predicament. Of course, Jenny knew this and thoroughly enjoyed the situation. He also had commenced to respond to each vigorous stroke with undulations and agonized writhing and kicking, all the while staying in the bent-over position commanded by Jenny.

He pleaded urgently, knowing that she would take no heed of his immediate pain. He begged her to stop, to stop only for a moment, knowing that she would not stop until she decided to stop. “Not so hard,” he pleaded, knowing that she would use the whippy cane as hard as she wanted to use it. He knew that his pleadings, and the phrases which were urgently escaping him, were sweet music to Jenny, and were getting her passionately aroused.

“I like it when he wiggles and squirms like that,” Jenny said to her wide-eyed guests. He knew that the more intense the discipline now, the more intense his later reward would be. This knowledge was no consolation to the most intense desire for any kind of relief from the spirited and energetic strokes with which Jenny was staging her show.

After twenty such strokes, Jenny paused.

She allowed him to stand up now, but told him to stay where he was, while she poured coffee for her guests and visited with them for a while. Excusing herself for a few moments, she went to the bedroom and slipped off her panties. Then, again picking up the thin, whippy cane, Jenny coyly whispered in his ear, “I don’t have any panties on now, and I’m so hot,” and got back to her task in front of her enthusiastic and wide-eyed audience.

The sound of the cane making contact with his bare skin filled the room. His intense writhing and kicking, and the ever-increasing stridency of his pleading followed each stroke like clockwork. Jenny was now placing vigorous strokes diagonally across his buttocks, each stroke on top of and transversing previous strokes from the first part of the session. This considerably added to the punishment effect. She was becoming increasingly aroused with each stroke she delivered. She reflected on her ability over time to considerably extend his limits of endurance. The whipping continued…

Whishhhhhh-smack!

“Oh Jenny, Jenny, pleeeeease no more!”

Whishhhhhh-smack!

“Owwwww! Aaaaahh! Stop! Stop just for a minute, please!!”

Whishhhhhh-smack!

“Jennnnnyyyyy! Noooo! Oh, Jenny, no more!”

Whishhhhhh-smack!

“Please, Jenny, stop! Please please please!!”

Whishhhhhh-smack!

“Aaaaahhh! Stop! Stop! Please stop now, just for a minute! Oh, Jenny, Ohhhh!”

Whishhhhhh-smack!

“Owwww! No, Jenny, no, please!”

Whishhhhhh-smack!

On and on it went, each cane stroke bringing forth an entreaty to stop. On and on it went, with Jenny near ecstacy from wielding the cane so skillfully and with such an effect as she was seeing tonight. The guests were obviously very aroused, some of them squirming, others watching raptly with their knees and legs pressed firmly together.

She stopped, but did not indicate that it was finished. As she expected, he stayed where he was while her excited guests made small talk and prepared to leave. A little while later, when they had gone, Jenny again picked up the cane and started whipping his bared, striated bottom anew. While she did this, she placed her free hand under her skirt and treated herself to several orgasms. More inexorable strokes from the expert and beautiful dominant Jenny, and more twisting, kicking, writhing and supplication from her charge.

When she sensed that he was truly near the end of his endurance, she stopped and told him to come to her. He was grateful, of course, though he still intensely felt the pain from all the strokes Jenny had excitedly imparted to his backside. Jenny sat down on the sofa. He slowly stood up, went over to her and kneeled before her.

Jenny’s eyes were wide, her lips parted, and her breathing full. She hiked up her skirt, spread her knees and he gingerly approached her creamy sweetness with his mouth. After he treated her to more orgasms, she invited him in.

As was custom after such an intense session, after his first release, she took him to the bedroom and expertly brought him near orgasm several times, finally allowing him release and restful slumber. Throughout the night when they were awake, he found that whenever he would touch Jenny, she was still in an aroused state from administering the whipping. They both found intense pleasure in the moments that would follow, then they drifted off to sleep again until the next awakening.

The Story of Jenny Part 2 - How It Began

Jenny and her boyfriend had spent a quiet evening at her place. She was giving him a backrub, and they were talking about various things. His reply to one of her statements was “That’s the pussy way of doing it.”

Smiling, she playfully smacked him on the rear with her hand and told him, “I’m going to smack you one every time you say that word!”

“Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy!” was his response.

“Oooooohhh!” Jenny exclaimed with mock anger, and gave him five good hand smacks on the rear end. They both laughed, and he turned over and reached out for her. She noticed that he was sporting a firm erection and said, “You must like that, don’t you?”.

“Pussy, pussy, pussy!” he said, chuckling.

“Well, maybe I should take you over my knee and give you a good spanking,” she responded with a mixture of bemusement and authority as she sat on the edge of the bed and playfully pulled him over her lap. Feeling more and more turned on by what was happening, Jenny delivered several hand slaps to her boyfriend’s bared backside. They both laughed through the spanking. He repeated “pussy” several more times while he was over her lap, and she obliged by extending the spanking each time.

Jenny could tell that he was enjoying what was happening, and she certainly was enjoying it. The spanking was followed by an intense lovemaking session.

Reflecting on the situation later, Jenny was surprised and perplexed at her own emotional reactions. She had intensely enjoyed acting authoritatively and giving him the spanking. She was also delighted that he appeared to fancy her role as well. On the other hand, she was somewhat disturbed that she got pleasure from giving the spanking. She also experienced a combination of excitement and confusion, knowing that she wanted to give him more spankings.

Jenny decided to watch closely for signs of encouragement. She also vowed to herself to learn more about administering more intense forms of spanking, and about the various instruments used in the scene. To this end, she browsed bookstores for literature on the erotic aspects of spanking, and selected material in line with her goals. She found that she did not go in for the boots and leather B&D scene, preferring instead the traditional discipline setting.

During some horseplay with her boyfriend a while later, she found herself reacting to one of his exclamations by saying, “You need a good spanking for that!” In the playful struggle that followed, Jenny got him face down on the bed, and with one hand firmly pressed on his lower back, she gave him several hard smacks on his buttocks. Chuckling, he taunted her, “Can’t you do better than that?”

Knowing she had been challenged, and delighted with the progression of events, she excitedly told him, “I’m going to remember that! The next time you come here I want you to bring a paddle… A good, hardwood paddle. Then I’ll try it out on you.”

A few days later, after Jenny reminded him that she meant what she said about the paddle, he came over to her place and showed her what he brought. It was a hardwood paddle that he had fashioned from a cutting board, sanded smooth, and applied several coats of semi-gloss clear varnish. It was a masterpiece of perfection. “It took an hour and a half to saw that wood into the shape I wanted it,” he proudly said as he presented the wooden implement to her. Jenny placed it on the coffee table and they chatted for a while.

A little while later, Jenny brought up the subject that they had thus far skirted around: spanking. Gingerly, she conveyed in the conversation that followed that the thought of spanking him aroused her greatly, and that she hoped that he would be willing to experiment. He mentioned that he would not have put as much effort as he had done into constructing the paddle if he were not turned on by the prospect. He asked her when she was going to “try out” the new paddle. With a coy look, she simply said, “later.”

Around 9 PM, they were on their way to bed, and Jenny stripped to her underwear. She turned to him and said, “Bring me the paddle. It’s on the coffee table.” When he had fetched the paddle and handed it to her, she said brusquely, “Get completely undressed.”

While he was undressing, Jenny dragged a kitchen chair into the large bedroom and placed it where she had previously decided would be the best place for it.

“Okay, now. Come here and bend over the back of this chair. I’m going to give you a good paddling.” Admiring the paddle that was in her hand, she stated, “This is a fine paddle. I’ll bet I get lots of good use from it.”

Whe he was in the expected position, she applied a few perfunctory swats, and then started in with considerable energy. The paddle, when applied with strength, imparts a most urgent sensation to the person receiving it, rendering it very difficult if not almost impossible to stay in position, or at least to receive the strokes without squirming. The strokes hurt much more than expected. Because of this, he visibly struggled to stay in the mandated position. He squirmed, kicked his feet, and otherwise wiggled, performing a spontaneous “dance under punishent” that Jenny found most provocative, especially when combined with his vocal reactions to her ministrations. Adding to her arousal was the sound of the paddle as it made contact.

Jenny sensed when he was about to get out of position, and in reaction she slowed the pace of the strokes. Other times she gave him verbal encouragement to stay in position, either in an authoritative tone, or gently, with cooing overtones.

When Jenny was at a feverish stage of arousal, she stopped the paddling, quickly got out of her underthings and led him to the bed, where they passionately quenched one another’s heightened desires.

Over the next few weeks, Jenny used the paddle several times on her willing recipient, with the result that they both experienced a heightened arousal with each other. She varied the scenario from time to time, having him lie across her lap, or telling him to lean across her desk.

Jenny wanted to delve further into the scene, and acquired two leather straps, one with a wooden handle, and another, called a Scottish tawse, which, at the business end, was split into two “fingers”. When she was alone, she practiced with the straps on a small pillow tied to the back of a chair, until she developed confidence in her aim and follow-through.

Jenny administered several strappings to her boyfriend over the next few weeks, interspersing them with somewhat severe paddlings. She especially liked the way she could use subtle variations in technique with the strap to achieve differing results, from an explosive cracking sound to a quieter but more painful-sounding snapping sound. She varied the intensity of the sessions, administering some moderately severe strappings and some which were quite severe and prolonged. It was during these very severe strappings that Jenny found that she could extend her boyfriend’s overall endurance from time to time. He often needed strong encouragement to stay in position during these endurance-extending sessions. Jenny provided this encouragement in two different ways. One way was positive words of encouragement, telling him that he is capable of enduring what she was giving him, providing sensuous touching between sets of strokes, and the like. The other way was to warn him of rather severe consequences if he did not stay in position, promising extra strokes on top of whatever he was destined to endure. It happened that he did get out of position on a few occasions and Jenny, true to her word, always delivered what she promised. It took just a few instances of those severe consequences for him to develop the self discipline required to never get out of position when he recieved discipline from Jenny.

Jenny found that the full sized paddle was too clumsy to administer an over-the-lap spanking to her boyfriend, so she read some spanking literature about the wooden hairbrush. She located a source and obtained a flat, wooden, hairbrush of just the right size - not the overly small kind which are more commonly available and not suitable for the intended purpose. When Jenny first used the hairbrush on her boyfriend she immediately liked the sense of intimacy and contact that came from having him across her lap. She could instantaneously feel the effect on him from each swat of the hairbrush, and she became aroused from his squirming and wiggling as the spanking progressed. Jenny gave several hairbrush spankings to her boyfriend as the weeks progressed, some of them quite lengthy and severe. Occasionally she used the strap for a while after a good hairbrush spanking. As always, they were both very turned on by the time the spankings were finished, even when he sincerely and genuinely begged her to stop during the chastisement.

These experiences led Jenny to develop an insight into the psychology of spanking in relation to the discipline that she administered to him. Her most profound insight was that she should accept herself, with all her fetishes, kinks, and fantasies, and accept the same in her boyfriend. That insight led to Jenny being at peace with herself and no longer disturbed that she became sexually aroused from administering spankings.

The sessions became more imaginative and sometimes more severe.

Jenny liked the idea of occasionally having other women witness the discipline of her boyfriend, and arranged some sessions including some of her carefully chosen friends.

The Story of Jenny Part 3 - Jenny Has Help

Jenny was talking to her friends Beckie and Vicky about why and how she disciplines her boyfriend. After their visit on a Friday night two weeks ago, in which they watched him receive a very severe caning, they had each individually approached Jenny and asked her if she would tell them more about the scene, and if they would be able to get some practice under her tutelage. Jenny, of course, was happy to oblige.

She told them how her disciplining him was a turn-on to both of them and how it dramatically kept their lives, romantic and otherwise, interesting. She invited them to participate in a discipline session, and they readily agreed. She described the forthcoming scenario. “Before the session, I’ll cut up a few sheets of paper into little squares. Then for each little piece of paper I’ll roll a pair of dice and write down the number on the paper, fold it up and put it in a jar. When one of us is spanking him, another of us will draw numbers out of the jar and announce the number. He’ll get that many strokes. How about Saturday at eight? Sound good?”

They enthusiastically agreed. Jenny arranged for Beckie and Vicky would show up a little before eight. Jenny’s boyfriend would already be there at that time, but would not know details about the session until the other women arrive.

While Dan spent more than twenty minutes getting rid of the soapsuds enema, the ladies sipped coffee and chatted. They did not talk about Dan — there would be ample time later to do that.

When Dan enetered the kitchen — naked, of course — Kelly said, “Okay, it’s time for your second enema. Let’s go.”

Kelly selected a three quart bag and prepared the solution. “I usually give a bigger one for the second enema, and I don’t use as much soap.” She prepared the retention nozzle.

“Okay, Dan, down on all fours, just like the last time. And try not to squirm as much.” All the ladies giggled.

As much as he tried, Dan could not take the three quart enema without a struggle. Kelly admonished him a few times to keep his head down. All three women became very aroused from his exclamations and protests.

After a long ten minute retention, Kelly told him to make sure he got rid of all of it and then to get cleaned up in the shower. The women set the stage for the next part of Dan’s ordeal.

When Dan returned he was treated to two ominous sights. The ottoman had been draped with towels, with lubricant and a strap-on harness with its probe on a nearby table; and Kelly was seated in the straight-backed chair with the hairbrush in her hand. She had removed her black skirt, and kept her boots, blouse,and panties.

“Come over here, Dan. I’m going to paddle you. Over my lap. Yes, that’s it.”

Kelly delivered over fifty swats while Dan kicked, squirmed, and pleaded. She frequently admonished him to keep still while dispassionately giving swat after swat with amazing strength. His bare bottom was thoroughly reddened when Kelly finished and told him to get up.

Kelly, while seated, then removed her panties and spread her legs. “Dan, I want you to thank me for the enemas and the spanking by pleasuring me with your mouth.”

Dan’s eyes zeroed in on Kelly’s smooth, firm thighs and her blonde pussy. He did not need to be told what to do next. He knelt between Kelly’s legs and gingerly approached her blonde mat with his mouth. He detected arousal, which soon made him forget about his paddled bottom. As he licked and kissed Kelly’s beautiful pussy, he developed a strong erection. Kelly moaned softly, and after several minutes of Dan’s work, shuddered.

“That wasn’t bad, Dan,” she complimented. “Now I want you to get over the ottoman and present your ass. I’m going to give you a good fucking with my strap-on.”

His arousal ensured compliance with Kelly’s directives. Kelly stepped into the harness and tightened it around her hips. The other women gathered around her to watch. She put on a disposable glove and generously lubricated Dan’s nether portal. Then she sloppily smeared lubricant on her probe and knelt between Dan’s legs.

“Stick out your bottom, Dan, like you’re asking for it.”

He felt arousal and humiliation at the same time as he complied with Kelly’s directive and arched his back.

“There. I want you to stay like that while I use you.”

Kelly’s firm and slender fingers grasped Dan’s hips. She pried his nether cheeks apart with her thumbs and placed the tip of her probe against his portal. “Don’t tighten up or it’ll hurt. I’m going to enter you now.”

She pushed the probe inward about two inches and stopped. Dan moaned. Then she pumped short strokes until the probe was all the way in. Dan admitted to himself that the way Kelly used the probe felt good — at least so far, especially when it stimulated his prostate. Kelly began to pump harder and faster, and admonished him to stay relaxed back there.

Dan’s groans and exclamations aroused the women. They heard a constant litany of sounds such as, “Ohhhhh… Ahhhhhh! Uhhhhh! Ohhh-AAAAAAH! Uhhhhh!” Throughout Kelly’s fucking, Dan felt frequent pulses of pre-cum seep through his member from the relentless stimulation of his prostate. Kelly’s exuberance frequently resulted in a spirited outcry from Dan. After a thorough fucking, Kelly pulled out.

She reached around and felt Dan’s member. “Uh-oh,” she said, “You’ve been seeping. Look at all this pre-cum!” She showed the others a mass of clear sticky fluid.

“I think Doris should warm his bottom and then see if he still leaks after she uses the strap-on,” Stasia said with an aroused quaver in her voice.

Doris smiled and hiked her dress up to her waist and seated herself. Her olive skin and pigeon-toed pose were in contrast to her no-nonsense words.

“Dan - bring me the hairbrush and get over here right now!” She pointed to her bare thighs. As if in a trance,he obeyed. He sighed softly when he felt Doris’ smooth skin against his midsection.

The strength of her swats surprised him. He kicked, twisted, and begged throughout the spirited paddling. The others frequently giggled at his wild reaction.

“Wow, that was good!” Stasia exclaimed when Doris stopped.

Doris had Dan get off her lap, and removed her panties. She moved her hips forward and spread her legs. “I like Kelly’s idea of you thanking your mistress for spanking you. Get busy now.”

Dan noticed that Doris’ dark-haired pussy was moist with arousal. He reverently licked and kissed. The moans he heard showed that Doris was more than a little aroused. All the stimulating scenes that she watched, combined with her anticipation of administering a vigorous strap-on fucking, brought her to orgasm quickly.

“Now,” she said with a contented sigh, “get in position for the strap-on!”

She removed her pullover dress and, keeping her sneakers on, stepped into the harness and donned a disposable glove. She told him to spread his knees, knelt behind him and amply lubricated her probe and his nether entrance.

If the firmness with which Doris grasped Dan’s hips was an indication of what was about to happen, he knew he was in for a strenuous ride.

Doris quickly entered him, and in a matter of a few seconds, plunged her probe all the way in.

“UhhhhhAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Dan exclaimed.

She withdrew almost completely, and repeated the slow full thrusts a few times, to the accompaniment of Dan’s loud vocal reaction.

“Oh, yes!” she purred, and pumped faster.

“OHH! OOOH! AAAH! UHHHH!” Dan exclaimed. His outcries only increased the stimulation that Doris felt, and spurred her on to pump harder. As her firm experienced hands held him in place, she thrust her hips forward with each pump, making hard contact with Dan. He begged her to stop, to go slower, to be more gentle, but she kept on while her friends watched as if in a trance.

She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and climaxed as she continued to pump. Her loud and unabashed moans filled the room. When her orgasm subsided, she stopped pumping, withdrew completely, and gave Dan a couple of affectionate slaps on his bottom.

The women all voiced their approval of Doris’ technique. Stasia told Dan to get up and face them. She fingered his cock and collected more pre-cum that had seeped due to Doris’ pounding with the strap-on probe.

“More leakage, I see,” she teased. “I’ll take care of that later.”

She told Dan to lie face down on the ottoman, with his legs spread wide. While he remained in that humiliating position, the ladies had coffee and chatted. One by one they left.

Dan had remained in position over the ottoman, since he knew better than to get up before his girlfriend permitted.

Without saying a word, Stasia put on a disposable glove and teased Dan’s prostate. She alternated moments of heavy prodding with very light in-and-out slithering. Dan became erect in spite of knowing that he was in for more physical discipline. Also, he knew that after the discipline, Stasia would show her tender and seductive side. He frequently had to earn his way into her pussy, and the more severe the discipline, the greater his pleasurable reward would be. And he earned it by accepting discipline and humiliation.

“Stay there with your legs spread,” she directed. “I’m going to give you a strapping.”

After the multiple hairbrush paddlings and strap-on sessions he endured that day, he did not look forward to more from Stasia. His erection subsided in the few moments that he waited.

Stasia returned with a doubled-up leather belt. She made sure that he saw it as she snapped it taut several times with an aroused smile. Then she took her position. Dan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists in preparation.

Stasia, her feet apart and knees close together, kept her eyes focused on Dan’s nether cheeks as she forcefully wielded the strap. With each swipe, she bent her knees slightly and performed a tennis player’s follow-through. With each swipe, Dan shouted and struggled to stay in position.

Throughout the extended strapping, Stasia commented that she liked to see Dan’s butt cheeks jiggle when she strapped him; she encouraged him to stay in position and keep his legs spread. And, she strapped long and hard.

She put the belt on the floor and ran her hands over Dan’s well spanked nether cheeks.

“Nice and hot,” she commented. Then she lightly fingered his testicles until he became erect. She kept on with the teasing while he squirmed. When his breathing told her that he was intensely aroused, she was ready for him.

She led him to her bed, and removed her clothes. She reclined on the bed, spread her legs, and smiled. It was her seductive smile that always assured her of an intense sexual experience.

Dan took in the view, then focused on Stasia’s dark-haired pussy. It was moist and steamy. He got on the bed between her smooth legs and kissed her delectable womanhood. The scent of her arousal spurred him on. He hungrily and passionately licked and kissed her tasty pussy. She stirred, and as he continued she pumped her hips. Just before she would have climaxed, he pulled away. Stasia moaned.

He knelt between her legs, and she bent her knees. The wanting showed in her excited eyes. Dan plunged his throbbing erection inside her, all the way in, and pulled out completely. He loved to do that repeeatedly and watch his cock get messy with her cream. It also drove her wild. When his arousal intensified further, he pumped several times before pulling out. Stasia’s moans became open-mouthed exclamations. Finally he got down on top of her. He pumped slowly and continuously. When Stasia surrendered to her own orgasm, Dan could no longer hold back, and he profusely spurted inside her. She moved under him as he pumped and thrashed about.

Stasia knew that one ejaculation, no matter how intense, was not sufficient to keep Dan’s submission to her ravenous appetite for administering discipline and humiliation. She also loved the feel of his cock thrusting wildly inside her after getting him to an aroused state. Accordingly, she always made sure that he was completely spent before the weekend came to a close. She acknowledged to herself that the session that day was especially intense. The repeated spankings, pussy-licking of her friends, the retention enemas, the humiliation — the very thought of the day’s events made her tingle inside.

They got dressed and went out for a liesurely meal, during which she aroused him (and herself) by keeping him focused on the day’s scene. She asked a barrage of questions - “What did Kelly’s pussy taste like? What kind of scent did you get from Doris’ pussy? You’d like to taste Veronica, wouldn’t you? What about the way Kelly and Doris fucked you? Could you feel them staring at your ass when you were face down on the ottoman with your briefs pulled down? What about afterward with your legs spread? I’m going to use Veronica’s spanking technique. Next week I’m going to fuck you silly with a strap-on. What do you think a fucking from Veronica would feel like? How did it feel to get enemas from Kelly? What would an enema from Doris be like? And Veronica?”

Stasia never ran out of ideas to spice up her bedroom sessions. Some of the food at dinner gave her some ideas. She had always wanted to do some messy things with food and sex, and decided that she’d try some of those ideas when they got home.

Dan noticed his girlfriend’s excited eyes, and knew she had plans for later. They got back to her house and she told him to get undressed and wait for her in the bedroom.

She took all her clothes off in the kitchen and brought a tray with jelly, a stick of butter, and a container of sour cream into the bedroom. She placed a dropcloth on her bed and got on top of it. Then she grasped the stick of butter and sexily rubbed it all over her legs and thighs while Dan watched. When she had applied a slippery coating of butter to her legs, she scooped sour cream in her hand and sloppily applied it to her pussy. Then she spooned some jelly on her breasts.

Her excited eyes communicated what was to happen next. Dan, his tiredness having vanished from the erotic scene before him, lay on top of Stasia. She arched her back as he licked the jelly from her breasts. Her butter-smoothed legs felt heavenly to him. He got between her thighs and brusquely entered her cream-slopped pussy. The sensual effects of the day’s events came to the fore, and he quickly and thoroughly ejaculated the day’s tension into the welcoming pussy of his lover.

So did Zak and Gerry when she gave them the same opportunity to experience her skills.

By the time she’d finished on them, I’d had the chance to think about her proposition. Actually it wasn’t such a dumb idea. Certainly it avoided the whole problem of a body turning up somewhere with all the problems of forensics and the rest. I mean, I know there isn’t a TV series called ‘CSI: Norwich’ but that doesn’t mean that all those complicated skills aren’t available out here in the sticks. And it did look as if she had some saleable skills. She was sitting on the floor, brushing her hair.

“Well, what do you think?”

“I think those aren’t the usual skills for an Oxford graduate.”

“They are if you’ve got a student loan to pay off and you don’t like the idea of waitressing. I had to do something in my spare time to make ends meet.”

“Shame about the waitressing,” I said, “quite a lot of our customers like a little help around the house.”

“Oh, I can do it,” she said. “It was the smell of burgers that put me off. Besides the tips were better doing this. Come on. Admit it. That was the best blow you’ve had for a while, maybe ever. You know the song, ‘Hips Don’t Lie’? Well cocks don’t either. Now tell me you can’t get a price at auction for these skills.”

I thought about it. She was right. One thing I’ve learned in business. Sometimes you have to throw the rule book out of the window and go for a little lateral thinking. OK,” I said. “We’ll see how it goes. There’s an auction at the end of the month. We’ll put you through the basic training routine. If you make your reserve then we’ll call it quits. If you don’t, well…”

“You won’t need to worry about that,” Judy said. “Still, if I’m going to be a slave, I’d better start getting used to it, hadn’t I? I can’t imagine you’re just going to let me ride up front in the van over to your training centre, wherever that is, are you?”

“Err, no,” I said, a little nonplussed by her directness. “No, the usual form is for you to ride in the back; chained, gagged and blindfolded.”

“I thought so,” she said. “Well if you’d like to let me have the things, I’ll get myself ready. I assume you’ll want to get going and you’ll all have enough to do.”

I found her a hood, ball gag and handcuffs and left her to get on with it. Me and the lads went to clear up the rest of the house. We like to leave things tidy for the next team, it’s only professional. When we got back to the room that Judy was in and unlocked the door, she’d been as good as her word. There she was sitting in the chair in the middle of the room, blinded by the black leather hood over her head, ball gag strapped into her mouth, hands cuffed behind her back. Obligingly, she’d stripped of her top so that all she was wearing was her black bra and skirt. She obviously had the right idea.

“If you thought this was a good thing to do, you were right,” I said, giving one of her tits a pinch. She gave a grunt muffled by the gag and wriggled her shoulders in appreciation. I checked the strap that held her ball gag in place. She hadn’t held back; it was as tight as it would have been if either of the guys had applied it. She’d squeezed her handcuffs tightly shut too; no risk of her slipping her wrists out. I guess she was genuine after all. “Well,” I said, “time to go.” She nodded and got to her feet.

Zak hoisted her up onto his shoulder. I guess the least we could do was to carry her to her transport. I saw him stroking her arse as he carried her out. She was wriggling a bit but she needed to get used to that sort of thing. I couldn’t help but feel she’d find her new life a lot more challenging than she expected but it was probably better than the alternative we’d had planned. And besides, it was her decision.

“The End”

he wandered to his left to peruse a St. Andrew’s cross, a strange looking chair with a hole in the middle, a series of steel loops protruded from the wall, two sets of 4 starting five feet from the floor and going to seven feet up and 3 feet apart. Two more sets at the bottom, this time set horizontally six inches above the floor and ranging from 2 feet to 5 feet apart. Hating to think what those were for, he moved on. When he came to a switch on the wall he studied the area near it. There were no lights, no apparent machinery. When he had stood there for two minutes trying to figure it out Valerie took pity on him. From right behind him, making him jump in surprise, Her soft voice told him to flick the switch.

So he did.

~~~~

“To be continued…”

For the next ten minutes the room was silent apart from the sound of his lubricated fingers slowly but surely stretching open her buttery soft ring. With two of her Master’s fingers easing in and out, Stephanie was lost in the sheer pleasure of this. Master James himself was finding it hard to be careful and move slowly. The young woman on the bed was showing all the signs of becoming addicted to anal play, and he suspected that a deep hard arse fuck would set her firmly on that course. But for the moment, he marveled at the way she couldn’t help aiding him by lifting her hips to his inward pushing, and giving little sighs and moans like a trainee porn star.

He could wait no more. His cock was so hard with need to plunge into this virgin arse that it threatened to break away and do it without him. He coated the swollen mushroom head with some more cream, and once again positioned himself over her. With her anus already partly stretched. It was easy to lodge the tip firmly at the entrance.

And then, gradually increasing he pressure, he started to work his thick sex into her tight puckered nether hole.

Stephanie’s fingers clutched at the pillow as she rotated her hips to ease him in. She was now so desperate that she would have probably killed him had he stopped now. With a groan, he gave up trying to be sensitive, and gave an extra thrust to push himself past the initial resisting ring. She gave a yelp of surprise, and then breathed out as she made the effort to relax her muscles.

Fuck, she thought, there was a big size difference between his cock and his fingers, but he was in and it had been nothing like as bad as before. And as she relaxed, the twinges faded, to be replaced by a delicious feeling of fullness, naughtiness, and a downright hunger to fuck.

Tentatively she pushed up, and was rewarded by an increase in the sensations. Even better, her Master pushed down steadily until he was buried in her colon and his balls were resting on her cunt.

Her voice shook as she tried not to take charge and order him to just let rip and fuck her senseless.

“Please Master, I am so ready for you. Please fuck your slut’s arse. Your whore begs you to fuck her until she is filled with your cum.”

The words that would before have made her livid with shame now poured out her mouth and expressed her deepest need. Her hips jerked up and down, trying to pleasure the invader that was obviously so at home in her guts.

He slipped his arms under her shoulders, and leaned onto her curves, delighting in her soft welcoming body. He put his head by her ear, and whispered.

“Then hang on my little fuck toy, because I am going to ream your little bum hole until you scream with your cumming.”

At that point he commenced his deep thrusting, letting her clutching star stroke the full length of his cock.

All Stephanie would do was whimper and gurgle, her body prey to new sensations that left her breathless and confused.

In her head she knew he was in her arse, but her body was reacting with mounting tension as if he were buried tight in her cunt. In fact, it was better than that, because her cunt was being massaged by his slapping balls.

Normally he would have been more gentle, more careful with someone so new to this, but Stephanie was making that impossible. She was meeting him thrust for thrust and her head was twisting from side to side as she rode these new feelings to the familiar destination of her climax.

“Oh fuck Master, please, I’m going to cum Master, I can’t stop it.”

Her plaintive breathless cries added to his own aroused need to cum. The realization that his collared pet was actually going to cum from this was the final straw for him. Her aroused sexuality from being submissive was incredibly powerful to him, and with a shock he recognized that she was about to milk the cum from his ball.

“Then cum my slut, give yourself to me and climax on my cock buried in your arsehole.”

His words hit home, and with one last thrust up, she let her climax rock through her like an avalanche. Her whole body tensed and shook, and with her eyes tight shut she could see shooting starts exploding in her head.

And with her release came his also. His cocked jerked like a machine gun as it spat its jets of cum into her bowels. He felt as if his cock was about to be ripped out by her spasming arse, but it also felt bloody amazing.

All he could do was to remain deeply buried in her bottom as he repeated the same two words over and over,

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

When he was spent, he collapsed onto her motionless body, both of them equally drained by the amazing sex that had just taken place.

Eventually Stephanie stirred, and nuzzled her head against his.

“Shit Master. I don’t know what happened just there, but I know that a few more time like that I won’t want anything apart from arse fucking ever again. Thank you for showing me how good it can be.”

“My sweet Stephanie. I don’t know exactly what I did right either, but I know this, you are one hell of a woman, and being a submissive is turning you into sexual dynamite.”

Stephanie giggled

“Well Master, as long as you supply the fuse, you can set me off anytime you want.”

“So Steve, hon, did you like the drink I gave you?”

“Uh, it was okay I guess.”, Steve answered.

“Still thirsty? How”d you like the real thing? And I don”t mean Coke.”, Monica smirked.

“What, Dr. PeePee?”, Steve asked.

“OOOh, sarcasm! I love that. But yeah, something like that. Only more like something on tap,” Monica laughed. She loved it when she cracked herself up. “I want you to play with my pee hole. You don”t get to have all the fun, hon.”

“The swizzle stick?”, Steve asked.

“No, baby, a catheter. Know what that is? It”s a tube you put inside the bladder and piss comes out. You”re going to put one inside me. Then…refreshments!” Monica was in full Martha Mode.

Apprehension clouded Steve”s features. The thought of urinal duty didn”t appeal to him.

“I think I should go now.”, he told Monica.

“No, Steve, I think you need to stay. For one thing, I”m not driving you home right now. So just stay and enjoy my hospitality.”

Monica sashayed over to a closet and came back with a shoebox sized object. She explained to Steve it was a catheterization kit. She opened it, placed the water proof sheet from the kit onto the couch and sat down on it. She beckoned to Steve. Monica then held her pussy spread wide, spreading and pulling up the inner lips. She told Steve to find her pee hole. He looked and saw a little hole about an inch under her clit. She told Steve to touch it so she”d know he found it. He put his finger there and Monica stiffened slightly. She loved having it played with, loved having the meatus touched. Steve, emboldened, took his pinky and pushed it in about a quarter inch. Monica smiled with pleasure and was impressed at his initiative.

She told him to wipe her pussy clean with the pad from the kit and then to take the catheter in hand and touch the tip to her tiny hole. He did that and watched the little hole spasm. It made him feel hot and powerful. He was about the fuck Monica in her tiniest, most delicate hole. This was something he had never imagined was possible. He found himself irrationally wishing that somehow, some way, he could get his cock up that sweet little orifice. He thought he was becoming as depraved as Monica seemed…only he didn”t think “depraved”. He thought “fucked up”.

He looked up; Monica was looking down at him while she squeezed and pulled her nipples until he thought they”d come off. She told him to push it in. Steve slipped the tip into her hole opening about as far as he”d put his finger. He liked the look of the tiny place being forced open by the quarter inch tube. She told him to go up another inch.

For Monica, a lot of the pleasure was in getting past the sphincters guarding her openings. The first one was fun but the second one going in the bladder was even better. But she wanted to wait. Monica told Steve to back almost all the way out and then go in again. The more he fucked her this way the more she pulled her nipples and the hotter she got.

After a few minutes Monica told Steve to put the catheter end into his mouth. Steve had almost forgotten the point of all this play. He looked up at Monica while holding the catheter in her pisshole.

“Just fucking do it, Steve. You”ve sniffed my farts, licked my bloody asshole and you”ve already drunk some of my pee. What”s a little more? We both know what a little slut you are, so..…drink up!”

Steve put the catheter end in his mouth. Monica told him to push the other end up another inch. She knew that would get the tip about a half inch into her bladder. As Steve pushed she felt her sphincter stretch….it felt so wonderful. Burning yet pleasurable. As Steve breached the muscle with the catheter tip, urine began to flow. He felt it warm the tubing where his fingers held it and he knew in a matter of milliseconds it would reach his mouth. But he didn”t dare take the tube out of his mouth.

Monica”s urine felt hot as it flooded over his tongue. It tasted salty and “pissy”, just the way it smelled. He hated the taste of the piss and felt anger at the very idea of this outrage. He wanted to spit it out but it came too fast. So he swallowed it over and over until it stopped coming and Monica was empty.

“Some other time I”d like to piss in your ass, but not tonight. I”m too tired.”, Monica yawned. “But hey, it”s been fun, huh? Now it”s time for you to leave. Be gone when I wake up.”

“But,” whined Steve, “you told me you”d give me a ride home. Remember?”

“Talk is cheap.”, Monica said as she rolled over to sleep.

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