les histoires de chrislebo

"Ughhh!" she groaned as her upper torso was flattened against the bench and her ass stuck out, totally exposed and vulnerable to my forthcoming assault. I pressed her head against the cold surface of the lab bench. My hunger for her had become overwhelming. My drive had become naturalistic. I had no control over my actions at that point. I did not care about the consequences. I could only see her pussy. Nothing else existed at that moment. As I held her head down with one hand, I took my cock out with the other.

"Noooo! PLEEEEASE! No!" She begged, squirming under my grip.

I ignored her and pulled her thong out of the way, exposing her pussy and asshole.

"PLEASE SIR!" She cried "Not like this! PLEASE!"

I slapped her ass hard, growled "Shut the fuck up!", then stuck my finger in her pussy and began roughly finger fucking her.

She gasped and tightened up. "UUUNNGGGGHHH!!!! Oh god ...

NO!

Her pussy became wet very quickly. Despite all her resistance, despite all her looks of disgust whenever I touched her, despite all the cringing she did when I humiliated her, this slut was turned on and getting wet.

"hunnghhhhhh ... oh...ugh ...oh....no ... no ... no ... please ... I'll do anything ... please."

I snapped out of it. Anything. She said she would do anything. What am I doing? I can't fuck her so soon. I must stick to the plan. I paused, getting a grip on myself. I pulled her up by her hair.

"ooowwwwww!!" she whined as I powerd her to her feet.

I plopped her to the floor on her knees.

"Suck my cock." I ordered.

She looked up at me through the tears in her eyes.

"Please no..." she said weakly, covering her breasts with her arms. She sobbed. I couldn't back down now. I had to maintain my dominance over her. Yielding now would undermine everything I was working towards.

"Either suck my cock, or I am going to fuck you." I grabbed the top of her head and brought her face to my groin.

She had no choice. She winced as she looked at my cock, and she knew she had no choice. She clearly did not want to give me a blowjob, but the idea of me fucking her here and now was too overwhelming to consider. She was degraded, sobbing on her knees, wholly defeated.

I could see her conflict on her tear-stained face: getting fucked was the worst thing that could happen to her, but sucking on me required compliance. Compliance! She would have to take an active role in her own debasement. She would have to put forth effort to pleasure me. SHE would have to wrap her own lips around the head of my cock. SHE would have to bob her head back and forth creating warm, wet friction on my shaft. SHE would have to make me feel pleasure.

"You want to get expelled Jennifer?" I asked.

She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Then suck it! Make it feel good. Make me enjoy it."

She reluctantly grasped my cock and puckered her lips around the head. I thrust forward slightly, pushing inward. But she backed up as I thrust. She really did not want to do this... but she had to.

I resisted the urge to grab her head and face-fuck her. I wanted to see her make an effort to please me. I stood with my hands on my waist. She gripped my cock with one hand and slid her lips halfway down the shaft. I could feel the moist heat from her tears as she began to slowly, but evenly, move her head back and forth upon my cock. Her lips were tight and I felt the bottom of my dick slide along the top of her tongue. It felt good, and I was amused at her hesitant effort.

I grinned victoriously as she continued to pleasure me, virtually against her will.

"Very good Jennifer!" I said, mocking her.

She struggled to draw her mouth up and down my cock while crying. She knew she had to clench her lips and swirl her tongue to make it more pleasurable for me.

After a while, I just could not take it anymore, I grabbed her head and rapidly face-fucked her to an amazing orgasm. I shot a tremendous load into her, and it overflowed in her mouth, and she gagged.

Oh my GOD it felt so good, maybe the best orgasm of my life. Pleasure surged from my cock and radiated throughout my body causing me to shudder. My cum dribred out of her lips and onto her chin.

I stepped backward, away from her and stabilized myself against a filing cabinet. I was panting and still feeling the waning bliss of my orgasm. She knelt there in her slutty black underwear, crying, and wiping my cum from her chin with her bare hand. I put my now flaccid cock back in my pants and zipped up. Then I reached for a stack of paper towels from the lab bench and dropped them on the floor in front of her.

"Cheezus Jennifer you are a mess." I said. "Clean yourself up and get dressed. You and I are going shopping."

"What?!" She asked.

"I said we are going out. Now get dressed." I replied.

"I can't!" She sounded panicked. "I have to study!

"Third permister you stupid cunt." I said.

"UGH!" She was angry and frustrated "This ... girl has a study group meeting!"

I learned later that the "study group" was really a study date with a boy she had a crush on. Some Korean dude whose name I do not recall. I calmly turned to face her. "Jennifer, listen. I don't give a fuck about your study group. When I say that you and I are going out, then you and I are going out, and that's that. End of discussion."

She looked at me in horror.

"Relax." I said as I started packing up my work for the day. "The professor I work for is also the Dean ... and I found his access code to the University database. That means I can change all of the grades for any undergrad."

She blinked and looked at me, confused.

"That means," I continued "that as long as you are a good little girl and do as I say, your parents won't find out what you did, you will not be expelled, and you just might end up with a 4.0 GPA. "

She did not respond. But I knew what a perfect GPA meant to a girl with Korean parents. I knew she wanted this, and she wanted it bad.

I did, in fact, have the power to change undergraduate grades, but I had never used it before. If I had gone in and changed a bunch of grades, it might have aroused suspicions, so I saved it. I was going to use it for the ideal opportunity. I always imagined I would use this power to bribe one of the cheerleaders to have sex with me or something, but I never did.

In reality, I did not have to offer this to Jennifer at all. I already had enough on her, but I liked the idea of giving her something she really wanted in exchange for her obedience. It truly made her a whore. And it also assuaged any lingering guilt I may have had about powering her to do things against her will.

"So, you don't need to study if you are going to get an 'A' in the class anyway." I said as I took the first camcorder out of the cabinet with the glass doors.

"Besides, " I continued, reaching for the second camcorder off of the shelf on the other side of the room. "I have everything from yesterday and today on video."

"WHAT!?!" she screamed.

"SShhhh ... That's right Jennifer. I have you stripping naked, getting spanked, getting finger fucked, wiggling your ass like a whore, walking around in slutty underwear, kneeling like a slave, offering to suck me off and then taking my load in your face." I said, all matter-of-factly.

She was obviously shocked and completely appalled.

"I have multiple camera angles, and pretty good audio." I said " I spent last night editing yesterday's adventure on my Mac. Of course I edited out anything that would incriminate me, and I blurred out my face. But your pretty face, your voice and your nudity is all there in crystal clear hi-def."

I could see her turning red.

"I have it all Jennifer." I said as I retrieved the third camcorder. "And ... I have your parent's home address."

I heard her gasp.

"So unless you want FedEx showing up on their doorstep with a DVD tomorrow, I suggest you shut the fuck up, and get dressed."

Suddenly, she lunged next to the bench, and vomited into a wastebasket.

Ugh. Okay I did not want to see that at all. That was just gross. However I knew it meant that I had her. She was completely trapped and there was nothing – NOTHING – she could do about it.

She got dressed and I made her clean out the wastebasket.

And then, together, we walked out to my car. Our evening had not even begun...

The guys wanted to see her in the black one again, so I made her change, and then come out to show us again. Wow, I must admit that she did look good in the black one. While she was there, I also had her try on a leather slave collar.

The collar went well with the black dress, but not the oriental one, which had that Chinese-looking collar thing already attached to it.

I liked the black dress with the slave collar and the shoes, but there was something I also really liked about that oriental one. Ultimately, to the delight of everyone except Jennifer, I decided to buy both dresses.

"She needs earrings." The lone female employee said.

I had not really thought about earrings, but I agreed and asked to see what they had in stock.

"Sir ... I ... uh ..." Jennifer looked at the woman then back to me, clearly worried about something. She whispered to me so that the woman would not hear "This girl ... does not have pierced ears, Sir!"

I blinked. "What do you mean you don't have pierced ears?" I asked.

"This girl's parents would never allow it." She whispered looking downward.

I couldn't believe it. I knew Korean parents usually held a tight, autocratic grip on their flowers... but no earrings? That seemed a bit extreme to me.

"How old are you Jennifer?" I asked.

"Twenty, sir" she whispered.

"Well, then" I said "there is no problem. You are certainly old enough to decide for yourself. Oh, and look at that: they do piercings right here in the store. We can have your ears pierced right now."

"NO!" Her eyes widened with panic. "I can't! I won't! My parents will --"

"Shhhhh. Get a hold of yourself Jennifer." I comforted her, not mentioning that she used first permister again. "It would be MUCH better for you to tell your parents that you pierced your ears, than it would be to explain your expulsion from UCLA, and the raunchy sex tape that was mailed to them."

With that, her face sank. She new I had her, and there was nothing she could do about it. She had to sit there in the rusty old chair in the grimy downtown sex shop and have her ears pierced against her will. More and more, I was making her mine.

She sat in the chair in her slutty black tube dress, collar, and lockable stilettos. The employee woman was a Latina, slightly overweight wearing slutty fetish clothing that were too tight for her, way too much make-up, and large three-inch hoop earrings.

"Can we get earrings like yours?" I asked her.

"Hoops?" She asked. "Well, actually we recommend gold or stainless steel studs for first-timers."

I could see Jennifer's relief. Simple little gold studs might not be too bad.

"I understand." I said to the woman, "but I really like the hoops."

"Well, they are more likely to get infected if you don't take care of them." She said in a noticeable Chicana accent.

"Oh don't worry..." I smiled, "Jennifer here is VERY responsible."

The woman shrugged and produced a pair of silver steel 3-inch hoops.

"Nice." I said, enjoying Jennifer's horror as she sat there helplessly in the chair. "But ... do you have anything ... sluttier?" I asked.

The woman laughed, "Actually, yes. Yes we do!"

The woman produced a pair of large cheap rhinestone studded hoops with little dangling letters that read S-L-U-T on each earring.

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw them. "Ha ha! Perfect! Yeah, I'll take both pairs."

Jennifer looked at me totally dejected.

"Let's put the "sluts" on her now." I said with an evil grin.

"One problem" The woman said, "the gun only works with studs."

"Can you just power them through?" I asked.

"Sure, with a needle." She said "Its just a lot more painful."

"Oh that's okay." I said, "Jennifer's a tough girl. She can take it."

With that the woman slipped on some gloves, dabbed Jennifer's earlobes with rubbing holy water, and penetrated the soft skin of her earlobe with a sharp needle. The pain was obviously intense and Jennifer winced and let out a whimper with both of the piercings.

But when it was done, she had two large hoops with the letters "S-L-U-T" dangling from them. She could hear the gentle tinkling of the charms whenever she moved her head. It was a constant reminder that they were there, labeling her as a slut for everyone to see.

As the woman gave Jennifer instructions on how to care for her new piercings, I paid the cashier. Jennifer noticed that I was buying a large bag full of merchandise that I had accumulated while she had been in the dressing room. I am sure she wondered what was in the large bag, but she knew better not to ask. In time, all would be revealed.

As we made our way out, the greasy guy was near the exit.

"Thanks for the show!" his grin was as creepy as his laugh.

"Your welcome." I said. "Would you like to feel her tits?"

His eyes widened with disbelief. "Sure!"

Jennifer flinched and closed her eyes tightly as the pervert felt her up. His grip was brutish and clawing, his hands clammy.

"Okay, okay that's enough." I laughed.

"Wow thanks man! You got a real fine piece of ass there!" He said, beaming.

"Yes," I said. "Thank the man Jennifer"

I could see the rage and mortification swell within her.

"You heard me Jennifer," I said. "Thank the nice man for the compliment."

"Thank you sir." She said, looking down and quietly fuming.

The greasy guy was stunned. "y-you're welcome! Ha! Hey, see you next time."

Jennifer could not get out of there fast enough. We walked briskly back to my car. A catcall came from a dark alley across the street, clearly intended for Jennifer, followed by some incoherent rambling. At this point I got a little worried. Having Jennifer dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt was one thing, but now she was in a barely there tube dress and high-heels. What if a few guys figured they could take me down and then drag her into one of these dark allies? Suddenly we were a target.

We walked quickly to my car as men emerged from dark doorways to look at Jennifer.

I tossed the bags into the backseat; we got in and drove away. I felt relieved as we headed to our third stop of the night: the apartment of my friend and former roommate: Scott Chadwick.

***

Scott and I had been roommates when we were both undergrads at USC. We were both science majors, and we had many of the same classes together. After graduation, I went to grad school at UCLA, while cott stayed at USC to go to their world famous School of Dentistry. He was studying to become an orthodontist like his man and his grandman before him.

Unlike me, Scott had a serious case of yellow fever. I can't remember him ever lusting after a girl who wasn't Asian or Indian. I know he especially liked Korean girls. When I told him all about my adventures with Jennifer Kim, I could tell he was just about ready to explode.

I trusted Scott. I knew I could tell him what I had done, how I had blackmailed Jennifer, and videotaped her without her knowledge. Scott was not one to judge. On a very elemental level, Scott was a scumbag just like me. He pleaded with me to bring her over. He really wanted to see this girl. I imagined his eyes popping out of his skull as soon as he got a look at her in this horribly slutty outfit.

To my surprise, Scott was cordial and well-contained when he met Jennifer. He smiled, shook her hand, and made eye contact. Jennifer was, of course, completely humiliated. She had to walk up the stairs to his second floor apartment, and meet this stranger while wearing this ridiculously revealing dress.

"Nice earrings." He commented cheerily to her as we entered the apartment. Total scumbag.

Scott had a pretty cool place. It was a big roomy loft in an artist's district downtown. It had brick walls, high ceilings with exposed beams, and real wooden floors. In one corner he had a cool old antique dentist's chair that had belonged to his grandman. Scott had been studying when we arrived. There were books on orthodontics and pictures of teeth everywhere. He was in jeans and a USC t-shirt. Scott never had much trouble getting girls. He was a tall athletic guy with a big smile.

For a few moments we were casual, and chatted socially. This was maddening for Jennifer. Being in such an overtly sexual outfit, but having to interact on a social level with two guys she barely knew was just beyond embarrassing. At one point I made her sit in Nadu position on the ground as we sat and had a beer. She did not speak. She spent a lot of time just looking downward while Scott and I caught up.

Finally he broke the ice.

"Well..." He grinned and looked at Jennifer, "It looks like you finally found a nice girl you can take home to meet Mom." We both laughed as Jennifer blushed and looked at the ground.

"Does she really do whatever you say?" He asked.

"Yep." I said. "She's training to be my full-time slave."

Jennifer bristled when she heard me say this. She could not believe that I was talking about actually enslaving her. Having some fun was one thing ... but how long would she actually have to play along with this?

"Bullcuckolds brownie." Scott said. "Prove it."

"Jennifer." I said authoritatively, "Stand up, walk over to that chair, then turn around and come back."

She closed her eyes and stood.

"And make it sexy like you did in the store." I added.

Jennifer walked slowly, one foot in front of the other, flaring her ass with each step. She looked like a common streetwalker as she approached the chair and turned to face us.

"Big deal." Scott said. "Make her do something cool. Make her get naked or something."

Jennifer's heart rate increased dramatically. She knew I would do it. She knew I would tell her to strip for us, and that she would soon be presenting her nudity to this man she had just met. All of her upbringing, her modesty and whatever was left of her dignity would be stripped away from her. She knew she had no choice and no power to resist. She knew I would make her get naked right there on the spot.

And of course, she was right.

"Take the dress off Jennifer." I said.

She stood and looked at me, pleading with her eyes. She hated this. She hated not having any control. Nothing could be more embarrassing. I did not say a thing; I just raised my eyebrows at her expectantly.

Her breathing increased. She closed her eyes.

She reluctantly hooked her thumbs in the top of the dress on either side of her breasts and began peeling the PVC off. Instantly her nipples popped free and her breasts bounced slightly as she continued to roll the PVC down her torso. Her trim waist and flat stomach was next, her cute little belly button, followed by her little tuft of black pubic hair. Once the dress was past the curve of her thigh, it fell to the ground around her shoes. She stepped out of it and stood before us completely nude.

Scott was speechless.

I smiled triumphantly and motioned her to the chair again.

"Chair and back Jennifer, same drill." I commanded.

She looked absolutely delicious as she walked naked in the 4-inch heels, swaying her hips and tantalizing us with her pert little ass. She reached the chair and turned. I noticed that her blush had grown to that even the top of her chest had turned red. Her small firm little titties barely moved as she walked towards us in absolute shame.

But Scott was preoccupied with her pussy. "Why isn't she shaved?" He asked.

"Well, like I have stated many times before," I said "Unlike perverts such as yourself, I lam attracted women not little girls."

"Not this debate again!" He said.

"Hey" I laughed, "You want a shaved pussy? Then YOU go find your own undergrad to blackmail! This one is mine."

He laughed. "Hey, it will grow back if you decide you don't like it."

"No way" I said "I like Jennifer's pussy just as it is."

"Just TRY it Dave." He said. "I guarantee that even YOU will enjoy a nice smooth bald little yellow pussy."

Jennifer felt sick. Being powerd to stand naked before two men was bad enough. But now we were talking about her most intimate of areas as if she was not even standing there.

"Tell you what." I said, "You forgive the bet, and I will have her shave her pussy."

"Woa! The bet?" Scott sighed. "I don't know about THAT."

I won't spend too much time talking about the bet Scott and I made sophomore year at USC, because the details are irrelevant. Let's just say it meant a lot. I had lost the bet, and I wanted out of it.

"No." He said. "Not the bet."

"Okay how about this." I said. "You forgive the bet, and I'll let you watch her shave it."

Jennifer's eyes widened at the idea of shaving her pussy in front of him.

"Hell" he said, leaning back on he couch, "If I forgive the bet, I should be able to shave her myself!"

There was a long pregnant pause.

"Deal." I said finally.

Jennifer looked panicked. What had I just said? Did she hear me correctly? This guy was going to get to touch her? He was going to shave her pubic hair?!? This could not actually be happening! She started to tremble.

"Sweet!" Scott yelled and clapped once as if giving himself a high-five. "Let's do it on the table."

Before she realized what was happening, Jennifer was led to the big industrial style dining room table next to the kitchen. I commanded her to get on the table, and she climbed up, almost out of reflex, but I could see she was still confused. Scott had gone to the bathroom, and could be heard rustling through drawers and the medicine cabinet.

Then Jennifer came to her senses.

"Pleeeas sir!" she whispered. "Please don't let him do this to me!"

"Shhhh ... lay down Jennifer." I said guiding her to her back.

She started to cry. "No! No more! I don't want to!!" The offense was too much to bear.

"You HAVE to Jennifer!" I hissed, angry at her insolence. "You have to because I SAID you have to. Now shut the fuck up, lay the fuck down and spread your fucking legs you stupid fucking cunt!"

She looked at me in shock and horror. To be honest, I had even surprised myself. I had no idea I could be so ... vulgar.

She relented and lay down on her back. I took her by the legs and pulled her ass near the edge of the cold table.

We decided it would be a good idea to start with scissors. But Jennifer was crying and squirming. She kept covering her pussy with her hands. I told her to stop, and I even slapped the inside of her thigh. But she couldn't help it. She just couldn't stand being so vulnerable, laying on a table under a bright industrial light, with her naked pussy spread for us.

"This isn't working." Scott said.

I had an idea. "Do you have any duct tape?" I asked.

Duct tape to the rescue again. We wrapped silver duct tape around each of her wrists then ran a strip of tape from her writs, and down and around the legs of the table. These served as crude but quite effective makeshift shackles. Next we bent her knees all the way, and taped her calves to her thighs.

Then we ran more strips of tape powering her legs to be spread all the way open. Once she had been completely immobilized, we stood back and admired our work. With her legs spread so wide under the bright unforgiving industrial lights, we could easily see her gaping pussy and her tight little asshole just below it. There was no more hiding, no more modesty, and no more dignity for poor Jennifer Kim.

Scott started with the scissors. He touched her pussy. There was nothing she could do about it. He laid his full palm and fingers over her pubis. When he pinched locks of pubic hair, he stretched the skin, until he snipped the hair and the skin snapped back into place. I found out later that as I went to the bathroom to get some wet towels, Scott took the opportunity to fondle Jennifer's breasts. She said nothing, laying there helplessly. We wiped away all of the trimmings as Jennifer sobbed.

We then used the towel and squeezed warm water all over her pussy. Jennifer took a breath as the warm water washed over her tender area. We then rubbed shaving cream all over her vulnerable little cunt. I heard Jennifer let out a groan and wondered if the warm water and the strong fingers rubbing the shaving cream all over her groin were starting to give her a pleasurable sensation.

Scott used a disposable razor to gently shave away all of her remaining stubble. He wiped it with the towel. The whole area was red and shiny...and completely hairless. We could see that her outer labial lips were noticeably swollen.

"Dude!" He said in a half-whisper to me. "I think she is turned on!"

He sounded like an excited schoolboy.

"Really." I said, unsurprised.

I reached down and caressed her smooth bald pussy, letting my middle finger dip between her labia. She writhed and whimpered as my fingers encountered the unmistakable hot wetness of her arousal.

She grunted as I penetrated her with two fingers. She lay there helpless as I began to finger fuck her on the table. Her arms and legs straining against the duct tape bonds, I fucked her harder and deeper. She tightened up. I could tell she did not want to writh and moan on the table under that bright light as Scott and I stood there watching her. She did not want to give us the satisfactions of watching her feel pleasure, or god forbid, reach a climax.

But I persisted. As Scott watched wide-eyed, I finger fucked this girl bound to his dining room table. She clenched her eyes shut and let out a barely audible squeak. She was trying with all her power not to cum. But I felt it coming. There was nothing she could do about it. Her orgasm was building beyond her control. Here pussy was about to betray her. And then, just as she was about to reach that moment of ecstasy ... I pulled out.

Her eyes opened and her hips bucked wildly, vainly struggling for the fullness that was no longer in her. She let out a muted cry as her pelvis did an involuntary vulgar thrust in the air. The slut earrings jingled on her ears as her head popped up.

We laughed. It was quite a site seeing her body betray her and practically plead for my degrading fingers to fuck her again. Oh god the shame and offense she must have felt as we stood there laughing at her abject desperation. She looked at me, pleading for more with her eyes... but far too filled with shame to actually ask for it.

She whined, desperate for the release.

I waited. I let her calm down. I let the moment pass.

Then I started again. First stroking her lips, then rubbing her clit, and then penetrating deeply. I allowed Scott to fondle her breasts and play with her nipples as I finger fucked her rhythmically and consistently. I brought her to that moment again, and then, cruelly I denied her orgasm again.

By this time she was moaning, and sobbing, and just saying "pleasee, pleeeease" over and over. I don't know if she meant, "Please let me cum." Or "Please stop doing this." I suppose it could have been either ... or both.

I did it one more time: I thrust my fingers in and out of her until her orgasm started to build, and then I made her come down once more.

Finally, I decided to let her go all the way.

As I finger fucked her, this time with three full fingers inside of her, she started to moan loudly. She had become a desperate wanton little slut, wiggling and whining like a cat in heat.

Scott picked up the towel, which still had a lot of her pubic hair on it, and stuffed it into her mouth to muffle her noise.

Her orgasm was amazing. The noises she made were not like fake moaning you hear porn stars make. She made guttural, visceral noises. She was not in control of herself at all. Hey body had taken over, and all of her effort to suppress her reactions failed in one spectacular climax. She heaved and bucked, all of her muscles flexed and straining. Her hips thrust on my persistent fingering. And then, as she came, her juices exploded all over my fingers and all over the table as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her.

Afterward She lay there panting with her eyes closed. I think Scott was impressed.

Later, Scott tried hard to convince me to let him fuck her, or at least make her suck him off. But I knew we were not ready for that just yet. He had no idea that I had not even fucked her yet myself. We cut off the tape with the scissors and let her get dressed in the black slut dress.

***

As we drove home, I talked to her. I told her she had done well and that she had pleased me. I do not know if that meant anything to her or not at that point.

I also talked about her homework assignments.

"Homework?!" She exclaimed. How much worse could this get?

"Shhhh. Yes. Homework." I said.

I gave her the sheet of paper I had prepared.

The first item on the sheet was a URL to a website about Gorean culture. I told her a little about it and said that we would start by learning the slave positions. She already had Nadu down from earlier that day. But now she was going to learn all of them.... and then some. She stared blankly as I spoke.

The second item on the sheet was the URL to a UCLA extension course. I had already signed her up for the class and I had paid the registration fee. I explained to her that she was going to learn belly dancing. I went on to explain that Gorean slaves are often required to dance for their masters, and I wanted her to be able to do it well. Also, the pole-dancing class was already full. She protested briefly, claiming that she did not have time with her studies. I calmly reminded her about the access I had to her grades in the school database, and that excessive studying would not be necessary from here on out. She needed to focus on one thing and one thing only: pleasing her Master.

The third item on the list was a YouTube link to the USC fight misterg. I wanted her to learn how to sing it.

"What? WHY?" I could tell she was offended. This would be rough for a die-hard Bruin like Jennifer. Besides, there was nothing sexual about it. It was just ... insulting. It did not make sense to her.

I calmly explained that if I wanted her to do naked jumping jacks in the middle of campus, she would fucking do it and not ask 'why?'. She was never to question my orders.

When we got to her parents house I made her take off the dress and shoes while sitting in the front seat of the car. I let her keep the earrings. I told her that she was to wear the hoops at all times, and the sluts when she was out with me.

She sat there, naked, barefoot, and trembling in the front seat of my car. It was late and we had stopped in front of her parent's house. I could tell that she was hoping and praying that her parents were not awake. She looked angry and flustered. I started to wonder how far I could push her.

"Now," I said softly. "I want you to thank me for a pleasant evening, and give me a generous kiss goodnight."

She glared at me. For some reamister, thanking me and kissing me was worse than all of the sexual offense and degradation that she had endured thus far. Kissing is so much closer, so much more intimate. I thought for a moment that she would not be able to do it.

She looked forward and huffed while she held her arms crossed over her breasts. There was a moment of tense silence.

"Thank you for a pleasant evening sir" she said through gritted teeth, dripping with resentment. Then she turned and looked at me.

She knew she had to do it. She new she had no choice. But just like holding hands at the mall earlier that night, a goodnight kiss was somehow too ...real. It was too much like a regular relationship. She looked at me with a blank look on her face. She closed her eyes and tilted her chin forward slightly. I took the back of her head in my hand and pulled her in for a kiss. She kept her lips tightly closed.

"Jennifer. I want you to really kiss me." I said softly.

She took a quick breath with her eyes and mouth closed, sitting naked in the dark.

"If it is not warm and passionate like you MEAN it, I will be very angry with you." I continued. "And we both know that you do not want me to be angry with you."

I thought she might start crying again. This may have been the worst thing she had to do. But she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and tilted her head to the side as she moved in to kiss me. She kissed me. She kissed me with passion and affection, our lips open, our tongues probing, meeting and swirling around each other. She rubbed the back of my head with her hand as I massaged the back of her neck and ran fingertips down the side of her bare back. The kiss ended and she delicately laid her head on my shoulder as we embraced.

I was stunned. Either she was the greatest actress ever, or there was genuine affection in that kiss.

I did not feel entirely right about this. I wanted to dominate this girl, enslave her. I simply could not develop emotions for her like this.

I snapped out of it. I would make her pay for the emotions she was stirring within me.

I made her get out of the car stark naked to get her clothes out of the trunk. I hesitated cruelly making her stand there on the street, alone in the nude, while waiting for me to open it from inside.

It was late and there was probably nobody watching. Hopefully her parents weren't awake and peeking out the window.

She grabbed the bag containing her hoodie and jeans. She was quite a site as she hurriedly ran off to the side of the house desperately trying to cover her nudity.

Dammit. That bitch forgot to close my trunk.

Before you can control anyone, you must be able to control yourself.

For a while there, I thought Jennifer Kim had gotten under my skin. And I could not let that happen.

A Dom breaking in a new sub simply cannot succumb to his own immediate desires. It takes patience and discipline. You need to be strict, and consistent. It sounds bad, but in many ways it is like training an natural. You need to remain detached. If you start to develop romantic or lustful feelings for the girl, you will fall down a dangerous rabbit hole. In the end, if you cannot control your own emotions, the sub will end up in control of you. And neither of you want that.

I saw Jennifer on campus twice that week, both times in class. Both times she wore the hoop earrings as I had commanded.

I wondered if she wore the earrings everywhere, or just when she knew I would see her. I decided to try to see her some time next when she did not expect to see me, just to check on her.

That would have to wait. On Thursday afternoon, I slipped her a note to meet me at my apartment that night. By this time, she had given up resisting. She knew I had control of her grades, and that I had evidence that could get her expelled. I also had video of her performing sex acts that I could easily send to her parents.

Ostensibly, she was following my orders because of the blackmail. But today I know different. Today I know that by this time, Jennifer had started to become a true submissive slut. She had not realized it yet. In her mind this was completely non-consensual. In her mind she was being obligate. She would continue to feel like that for quite some time. But things were changing.

Thursday night she showed up at my apartment at 8pm, just as I had ordered, wearing the dangly SLUT earrings. She did not speak. She did not say hello. I opened the door and she walked in moping and reluctant, looking at the ground.

Of course she was reluctant. This was the first time I had her alone in my apartment. Before this we had been in the lab room on campus, in the mall, the adult bookstore and my friend Scott's apartment. There was always someone else present, or at least there was the possibility that someone could walk in. But now, now we were truly alone together.

And the thought of what I might do to her here clearly repulsed her.

I did not waste anytime.

"Hello Jennifer." I said "Strip naked and put your clothes on that chair."

I walked into the kitchen, as she stood there, stunned at my dismissive abruptness. I imagined that she stood there for a moment, angry and insulted, and may have even contemplated walking right back out the front door. But instead, she began to disrobe. I did not have to insist. She was beginning to learn her place. Soon, I would not even need to tell her to take her clothes off when she entered my apartment.

"Nadu, in the living room when you are finished." I said from the kitchen.

I put some ice water into a glass, and a pot of water on to boil.

When I came back, she was naked and kneeling on the floor between the coffee table and the television. She sat in a perfect Gorean position, just as I had taught her. Good girl.

I admired her pert breasts and slender Asian figure as I picked up the 36-inch ruler I had set on the table. She sat facing me with her knees spread and I could see that she was continuing to keep her pussy shaved.

Now that was Interesting. I had not told her to keep her pussy shaved, and yet, there it was, completely bald. Something in her had prompted her to shave herself for me. Perhaps it was a conscious decision; maybe she had simply wished to avoid the indignity of being strapped down and shaved again, as she had been by Scott and me before. Or maybe, it was an external representation of what was going on inside of her. A woman's presentation is like a blossom that first germinates in the subconscious. Natural subs will often resist, while simultaneously making subtle subservient overtures like this. Maybe she shaved her pubic hair for me as an offering. On a very deep level, she wanted to please me.

She looked toward the ground with a resigned expression on her face.

"Okay slut" I said with some power, and tapped the ruler into my palm "Now I am going to formally begin your training."

She looked up at me as I approached her. I slapped the side of her thigh with the ruler.

"DO NOT look at me!" I said as she winced from the sting of the ruler.

"You may only look at me if I give you permission." I said, "Do you understand, slut?"

She looked down, more resigned than before. "Yes, Sir."

Under strict Gorean rules, she should be addressing me as "Master" but I kind of liked it when she said "Sir", so I allowed it. Besides "Master" always sounded a little pedantic to me. "Sir" was more real.

I proceeded to review the first four or five Gorean positions with her. She already knew Nadu, the kneeling position. Nadu is the Gorean word for "kneel". In this position Jennifer would sit upon her heels with her back and shoulders straight, breasts out, belly in and her head up, though her eyes would remain downcast. Her thighs would be widely spread, and her hands would rest upon thighs, palms upward.

The second position was Bara, also known as Belly Position. When given the order to assume this position, Jennifer had to fall to her stomach, with her face down to the floor and turned to the left. She then had to cross her wrists behind her back and similarly crosses her ankles, with her legs straight.

The third position was Sula, also known as Prone Position. She had to lay upon her back with her hands at her sides, palms upward, and her legs widely spread.

An addition to Sula was Sula-Ki. This is one of my favorites because Jennifer found it especially humiliating. This position is almost identical to Sula position but she had to slowly lift her hips off the floor, as if beckoning me with her pussy, encouraging her sexual use. She had to raise her pussy in the air for my viewing pleasure.

I spent several minutes making Jennifer fumble around naked on the floor as I called out each position, and slapped her with the ruler. The SLUT earrings were jingling in her ears.

"Sula!" I would yell, as she flipped over on her back.

Then "Nadu!" and she would turn over again to get back into kneeling position.

"Bara!" and she bent forward to lay on her belly as I spanked her ass with the ruler and yelled "FASTER Jennifer!"

I spanked her ass with the ruler again, leaving a slight pink stripe, and yelled "Sula!"

She flipped her body over, frantically trying to avoid my cruel spanks.

"WIDER!" I yelled as I slapped the inside of her thigh with the ruler.

She spread her thighs wider.

"Sula-Ki!" I commanded.

She raised her ass and hips off the carpet giving me a wide-open view of her pussy. It was a spectacularly degrading position. I could see that her labia had already started to swell.

This poor little slut was helpless to avoid displaying her desire to me. I smirked down at her. Her eyes closed in shame, and she began to blush. She knew I could see her arousal and there was nothing she could do about it.

I stood above her victoriously. "Get that ass higher!" I laughed as she strained to raise her hips, presenting her swollen pussy to me for my pleasure.

"Well, well, well" I said mockingly as I touched her pussy with the tip of the ruler. "What do we have here?"

She recoiled as the cold hard tip of the ruler met her hot tender lips.

"Aroused already Jennifer?" I asked smugly.

She took a fast breath and remained silent. I slapped her pussy with the ruler.

SMACK!

Her hips bucked with the sudden sting and her eyes opened widely.

"ANSWER ME SLUT!" I shouted, "Are. You. Aroused. Already?"

Jennifer whimpered and struggled to hold her hips up for me. I raised the ruler slowly as if to threaten her with another slap.

"Y-yes sir!" she managed to squeak out.

"Yes sir, WHAT?" I demanded.

She was really struggling with this. It was hard to admit her own arousal in such a demeaning position.

"Yes sir, this girl is aroused." She whined.

"Oh well isn't that nice of your Master to arouse you?"

She started to cry as she struggled to stay in position. I slapped her pussy with the ruler again.

SWAP!

"UUUGGHHhhhhhh!" She groaned and squirmed her hips, while still holding them up.

"WHAT?" I yelled.

"Yes sir, it is very nice (sob) of her master (sob) to arouse her." She cried.

"Well don't you think you should thank me?" I said condescendingly.

"Yes, Master. (sob) Thank you for (sob) arousing this girl." She said.

This was really humiliating for her. She had never cried so quickly and so openly. I could see that the shock of what I had made her do up to this point was starting to wear off, now she was just alone with the offense of what she was being powerd to do.

I made her scramble into positions for several minutes. I really enjoyed watching her fumble around naked on my living room carpet. Even when moving quickly she always seemed to move with such grace.

I loved hearing the SLUT earrings jingle. She was sobbing openly and sweating as she jumped from Sula to Bara and back to Nadu. I delighted in slapping her thighs and ass with the ruler.

Finally I was growing tired, and I could see that she was exhausted.

"On the coffee table, slut. Nadu." I said.

She paused, and then scramred up to kneel on top of the coffee table facing me.

"No," I said, slapping the side of her knee with the ruler. "I want your back to me."

She rolled her eyes and turned herself around as I sat upon the chair at the end of the coffee table, getting a perfect view of her little ass and the delicate curve of her hips and lower back. She had such a beautiful shape. I could see that her skin was starting to get flushed, and it was beginning to glisten with sweat. She was just so beautiful. I had to take a moment to collect myself.

"Now" I said calmly as I sat in the chair. "Lean forward and put your elbows and head on the table."

The next position was called She-Sleen. A sleen is a four-legged natural on Gor. This position powerd her hindquarters up-thrusted for my viewing pleasure. With her legs spread and her ass up I could easily see her hungry little pussy and her tight pink asshole.

I sat there for a moment admiring her pussy and ass, so starkly exposed. I smiled. I was quite satisfied with myself. Of course by now my cock was rock hard. This lovely little creature was completely under my control. She was powerd to demean herself so totally as her ass stuck up in the air. I felt so powerful.

Next was a command I had made up, but it was one I really enjoyed. It was called "Entice". Whenever I uttered the command "Entice", Jennifer was powerd to sway and gyrate her ass in a seductive manner. She would slowly swivel and grind in the air.

She hated this more than anything. It was a performance. She had to present herself on display and present her sex to me as I sat there grinning at her. God, how I loved the "Entice" command. I loved seeing her reluctantly wiggle and move her ass, beckoning me against her will, to fuck her.

As she grinded and swayed her hips for my pleasure, I stood, leaving the ruler on the chair and approached her from behind. I stood and caressed her gyrating ass and removed my cock.

She groaned. This was it. She knew that I was finally going to fuck her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

I know she wanted it. She needed to have her starving pussy filled and stretched by my erect cock. I could clearly see her juices now. She could not deny it. She wanted me to fuck her hard, right then and there.

However, I would deny her once again. It was too early to fuck her. I had a strict plan, and fucking her was still weeks away. As her hips danced before me, I stood and jerked off. It did not take long before I was ready to shoot my load. I came hard spurting my cum on her ass, her back, and even the back of her head.

She groaned again. Was it a groan of offense from being cum upon so crudely? Or was it a groan of wantonness, for she was denied once again? I made her hold her position, covered in my ejaculate.

By this time the kettle of water had begun to whistle. I poured the boiling water into a mug. Then I took two table knives. I put one knife into the glass of ice water and one knife into the mug of hot water. I carried them out and put them on the table next to her.

The next lesmister was the association of pleasure and pain. To be honest, I do not really get off on inflicting pain, but I know through experience that it is necessary to properly train a slave.

I began rubbing and probing her soaking wet pussy with my fingers. By now, I knew exactly how she liked to be finger fucked. Two fingers, slightly apart, thrusting deep and alternating, almost like they were two kicking legs of a scuba diver. I pushed in and out until her body tensed. Her hips began to buck slightly, meeting my thrusts. Just as she began getting into it, I stopped and touched her hip with the hot knife.

"AAHHHHhiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIII!!" She screamed and recoiled as the hot knife touched her skin. I rubbed her pussy some more. She wanted that feeling so badly. She desperately wanted my fingers to penetrate and fill her.

I touched the same spot with the cold knife.

She gasped but did not scream.

Maybe the hot knife was a little too hot. I touched myself with it. Ouch. Yes, too hot. From then on, I paused a moment after taking the knife out of the boiling water before I touched her with it.

I repeated this several times at various points on her body. The back of her knees, the top center of her back, her armpit. I was powering her to become aware of every square inch of her body. She was not able to forget her nakedness and vulnerability as I pleasured her throbbing pussy. I alternated between hot and cold knives against various sensitive areas on her helpless body. I teased her and toyed with her. She groaned and whimpered as she bucked her hips in vain. Then, as her breathing increased, and I could barely feel her vaginal muscles begin to clench. I removed my fingers completely.

Her pelvis continued to thrust, uselessly humping in the air. She whined. It was a desperate whine, wanton and bare.

She looked over her shoulder at me, glaring.

I spanked her sharply on the ass. "I told you not to look at me." I said coldly.

She closed her eyes and sucked in air, hanging her head in defeat. She wept as the weight of her offense fell upon her once again. Her own body betrayed her dignity with such, vulgarity. At that point she had to wonder what it was inside her that made her ass hump so crudely, begging to be fucked despite her.

I knew what it was of course. I could see the precursors of her total presentation manifesting themselves right there on my coffee table. For a long time I stood there looking at her. I did nothing. I just let her kneel on all fours like an natural, ass in the air, as she wept. Eventually she stopped crying until she was just taking those quick deep involuntary post-cry breaths.

Orgasm denial is one of the most powerful tools at the Dom's disposal. Denying a sub of an orgasm serves many purposes. Of course it serves to assert ones dominance. But more importantly, it leaves the sub in a state of intense desire. She begins to associate the Dom with that pining feeling. The Dom becomes the symbol of her want. The longer the Dom can keep her desperately desiring an orgasm while being alone in my presence the better. It becomes what Pavlov called "The Conditioned Response". Eventually, her response to the Dom's mere presence will become an intense desire for an orgasm.

After giving her a few moments to calm down, I began to gently and lovingly *** her once again. I let my hands roam over her bare skin. Her skin was still warm and slightly moist from sweat. I felt her ass, her hips and into the curve of her hips. I ran my hands up her waist along her ribcage, under her arms and then over her shoulders. I ran my hands up the top of her shoulders to her neck. I gathered her hair in my hands and pulled it back softly into a ponytail, and let it fall back, spilling over her upper back.

She knelt there helplessly as I caressed her body. I reached under with both hands and cupped each of her breasts. Her breasts were small, but very firm. Whenever I squeezed them like this, I could feel her tense a bit. I knew her breasts were sensitive and erogenous. I kneaded them, squeezed them, and fondled them. I pinched her nipples lightly and played with them between my fingers. She remained bent over on hands and knees the table as I stood over her, reaching around her torso with a hand on each of her breasts. I alternated between playing with her nipples and kneading her breasts until I felt her still herself, and her breathing pattern changed.

At that point I put my hands on her ass. By this time the air had cooled her skin, and my hands were a warm surprise. She took a quick breath, but not quite a gasp. I smiled. I squeezed and caressed each of her cheeks. I rubbed and separated them, letting the cool air hit her sensitive little asshole. I know this embarrassed her. I stood above her and toyed with her. She knew I could see between her legs. She wanted so badly to curl up and cover herself, but I would not allow it. I wanted her to want. Her thighs were so smooth and strong. The skin of her inner thighs was supernaturally soft. I did not understand how any surface of any creature could feel so soft. I could not take my hands off of her. I stroked her calves, her ankles. She squirmed slightly when I touched the bottom of her feet. She was ticklish there.

But I had to focus. I reached up to her pussy and burrowed in with my fingers. She sorry arched her back. My fingertips stroked her slit up and down. She had some wetness remaining, and almost instantly she was completely aroused with juices once again.

I put one hand on the small of her back, steadying her, as the fingers of my other hand found her engorged clitoris.

"What do we have here, Jennifer" I said smiling.

She whimpered with involuntary desire and arched her back even more deeply.

I rubbed her clit. I put pressure on it as I pressed my hand onto the small of her back.

"oohhh..." she moaned.

"Would you like to cum Jennifer?" I asked coyly.

"Yes, sir." She said quickly.

"Then you will have to beg for it." I said.

"Ughhhhhhh!" She breathed hard.

"Beg me Jennifer. Beg me to let you cum."

"Pleeeeassee!"

"Please?" I asked, and I continued to manipulate her clit.

"Please let me cum, Sir!"

I yanked my fingers out of her pussy and spanked her, her juices on my hand splattering on her ass as my bare hand met her vulnerable skin.

"Owwww!" She moaned, out of frustration more than pain.

"Me?!" I asked and swatted her again.

"Ughh! This girl! Please let this girl cum sir!" She whined.

I laughed. "What was that? I didn't hear you."

"Please let this girl cum sir!" She was really sounding desperate.

"You want me to rub your clit some more?" I asked as I rubbed the remainder of her juices on her ass.

"Yes Sir! Please, Sir!"

"I said, 'do you want me to rub your clit some more' Jennifer! Repeat it!"

"Ugghhh" she started to buck a little "Please rub this girl's clit sir!"

"You want me to finger-fuck you!?"

"YES! Yes ...please finger-fuck this girl, sir!"

I stuck my fingers back between her legs and quickly found her clit. It was so hard and swollen, that it was very easy to find.

"AIIIIIiiiiiiii!" she exclaimed as the pleasure hit her.

"Now I want you to use first permister Jennifer. Say 'Please Fuck me Sir'."

She looked up, possible confused.

I pulled my finger out and spanked her again.

"Ughhh!" Her hips jumped, probably more from the sudden withdrawal rather than the spanking. "Please fuck me Sir!"

I spanked her. "Again!"

"Please fuck me Sir!

Spank. "AGAIN!"

"PLEASE FUCK ME SIR!"

I sat back down in the chair. She gasped and looked over at me and quickly shot her head back, remembered that she was not allowed to look at me.

"Pleeeeeease sir! PLEASE! Please fuck me!!"

"Entice." I said calmly, coldly.

"Sir! Please!" she begged.

"ENTICE!" I said sharply.

She whined like an natural in heat and reluctantly began to sway and wag her ass back and forth. I could see that her pussy was red, swollen, and very wet. I could actually smell her arousal.

Every part of her body was begging for sexual release. She had forgotten her dignity and her modesty. She gyrated her hips like a desperate slut, caring about nothing but the craving and the desire for sex, smoldering within her.

"I want to hear you moan Jennifer." I said to her "Moan like a bitch in heat for me."

"sir. ...please sir" she panted.

"If you want it Jennifer, you have to moan for it."

She paused. This was another level deeper. We both knew it.

She took a deep breath.

I smiled. She was going to do it.

The first moan was weak. It was more like a whine. "oooohhhhhhh....."

"Louder Jennifer."

"OOohhhhhhh!"

"Louder. And keep moving your hips."

"OOOOHHHHHHhhhhhhh!"

She was getting better. Her ass was moving around seductively again, just like I like. She was just so fucking sexy. She had no idea. Moaning and gyrating with her swollen wet pussy. The smell had grown stronger. There was nothing she could do under my power. She had been reduced to being just a mammal begging for a mate.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

"Okay enough." I said with disgust. "For god sake Jennifer, stand up. I can SMELL you."

She paused and let out the most desperate and pathetic whimper I have ever heard a human make.

"On your FEET! NOW!"

She stood and looked down, not meeting my eyes. She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around her left triceps covering her breasts, and she let her left hand fall lazily in front her pussy. It was obvious that she was covering herself sorry as I stood staring hard at her. She must have felt so exposed at that moment, so naked and humiliated. I was breaking her.

"I need to clean you up." I said with mock disgust. "You are a mess."

The truth was, she looked absolutely amazing. I was anything but disgusted by her. Her skin glowed radiantly. Her vulnerability was apparent. Her body tremred, her chest heaved with each breath. Her dampened hair clung to brow, furrowed in frustration and confusion. I could see her mind racing, trying to understand herself, what she had done, and what she had became. And all the while, her pussy continued to desire simply to be filled; the desire becoming a growing and conspicuous emptiness inside her.

I marched her into the bathroom and made her stand in the bathtub. I tuned on the water. She shuddered and gasped loudly, wrapping her arms tightly around her body as the cold water hit her skin. I made her stand there under the merciless cold shower as her face twisted and she began to cry again.

I know this sounds cruel. It sounds like I am being mean to her. It sounds like she is the poor defenseless little girl, and I am the big bad man, torturing her. I know this. I know how it appears. But I was doing these things for her. I know it can be a difficult process, and it can be difficult to understand at times, but this was all necessary for her.

I got my camcorder and video taped her. I made her shower for me. I made her rub soap all over her naked body. She eventually became used to the chill of the water, and I allowed her to turn some hot water on, adjusting the temperature She now closed her eyes and mechanically washed herself. She knew the harsh light of the bathroom would be unflattering. She kept her eyes closed tightly, my camcorder capturing every moment of her shame.

After a while, to her obvious offense, I started directing her.

"Turn more...face me...rub the suds on your breasts....there that's it...very nice."

I was talking to her like she was a nude model in a photo shoot. She absolutely hated it.

"Okay nice ... now let me see your ass ... bend a little...there...now stick it out... okay now rub more soap on it... come on Jennifer, make it sexy."

She was mortified to be following my lascivious commands, all wet and soapy in the shower. She was embarrassed to pose in such a sexy manner. I really got off on this. I loved the power of being able to tell her to do something, and then she would do it, despite her embarrassment. She looked so good in that shower. Her trim little body shiny and wet, the suds running down her flat stomach and down the curve of her slender thighs. She was just gorgeous.

I was hard again.

I flipped off the camera and commanded her to rinse and dry off. For some reamister my heart was beating. I think I really got turned on watching Jennifer in the shower and directing her for the camera. My erection was raging.

I sat on my bed with my back against my headboard as she dried her hair in the bathroom. She came into the room holding a towel around herself.

"Sir" she asked, "May this girl use this lotion?"

I blinked. Of course, women always apply lotion after a shower. "Yes you may."

I did not even know I had lotion. It must have belonged to my ex. From my bed I could see Jennifer rubbing lotion on herself. Oh god.

She came back with the towel wrapped tightly around her chest, and one wrapped around her hair like a turban.

I made her drop the towel around her body to the floor. She looked so amazing, standing there naked with a towel around her hair, highlighting her long neck and slender shoulders. I made her lay on the bed, her face down between my legs. I told her to suck my cock. She took my cock in her hand and began to suck without objection or even a hint of resistance.

It felt so good. Her lips, her tongue, the tight grip of her hand. I was momentarily lost in the pleasure, and I did not notice that she had placed a leg over mine, which allowed her to position her pussy on my shin, just below my knee. This gave me an idea.

As she sucked on my cock, I told her to press her pussy on my leg.

She did so, obediently, and I felt her pressing her pelvis against my leg. Clearly it gave her another spark of pleasure. She began lightly humping my leg. I know this humiliated her. She was giving me oral sex while masturbating herself of the hard bone of my shin. I could feel the wetness of her pussy begin to ooze on to my leg. When she began to moan with her mouth around my dick, I felt an incredible rush of power.

"That's it Jennifer. Harder" I said and closed my eyes. "Beg me to fuck you."

She took a deep breath and looked up at me and with a soft, almost relaxily sexy voice she said: "Please fuck me Sir."

I put my hand on the top of her head.

She grinded her pussy into my leg and repeated in syncopated rhythm, "Please fuck me Sir... please fuck me Sir ... please fuck me Sir..."

I tightend my grip on the top of her head, grasping her wet hair into my fist. I felt like I owned her, as if I had complete control over her, over myself, over everything. What happened next, I would later acknowledge as a mistake. It was an impetuous lapse in judgment. I let my own feelings get the best of me.

And I pulled her off of me and rolled on top of her. She spread her legs wide like a desperate slut, begging for cock.

Her labia were engorged and eager. I pressed my cock into her. Despite her wetness, her pussy was very tight, so I needed to burrow in and push the head of my cock into her. I pushed, and pressed. She closed her eyes and threw he head back, showing me the taut softness of the front of her neck. I entered her. She let out a yelp as I thrust deeper into her. I made love her hard and deep. She mewed and grunted.

Her pussy was tight. So fucking tight... Dammit... Asian girls and their tight ... pussies ... Fuck. This was not going to last long.

Her face ... I could not tell ... was she experiencing joy, or was it grief? Did she want this or not? Was she happy and relieved to finally feel her pussy filled, or was she horrified at what she had done to get here, that she had begged me for this like a worthless slut? Was she thinking about the pleasure, or what her parents would think of her if they knew what she had become?

She looked into my eyes and we came together.

She dug her fingernails into the back of my deltoids and she somehow screamed with her mouth closed, behind her tightly clenched jaw. I tightened my muscles, coming hard, and filling her with my seed. It happened so suddenly, almost unexpectedly.

It ended and I collapsed next to her. What had I done? I had fucked her way too early. WAY too early. This was all wrong. I looked at her. Her eyes were closed. We breathed in sync with each other.

I don't know what happened or what she did to me. It was something about the quiver in her voice or the focus in her eyes. I have dominated many submissives in the past. This is never happened. I have ALWAYS maintained control. But with Jennifer Kim I just... I just I did something that I did not want to do.

But now it was done.

I could not undo it.

She laid there on my bed, breathing in sync with me.

After we had sex that night, the door was open. I really enjoyed fucking Jennifer. Her pussy was small and tight. It was almost as if it was trying to stay tightly closed to prevent me from penetrating her. However, at the same time she would get very wet. That combination of tightness and wetness felt so well, I cannot even describe it. There was something about the paradox of Jennifer Kim that made me want her more and more each time I was with her.

I don't know what it was about her. I had dominated many women before her. Jennifer was not even the prettiest or the hottest. I just can't explain how she got under my skin like she did.

There was something about her apparent internal conflicts that really got to me. There was like this tension in her soul as several opposing powers within her struggled with each other. There was an ongoing war between her conservative sexual values, and her obvious slutty submissive nature. But there was also a tension between her desires to do well and to perform well contrasted with her strong sense of dignity.

So, if I gave her an order, say, to strip for me, conservative Korean Jennifer would want to resist because doing so would be improper or immoral, while slutty submissive Jennifer would want to get naked and get fucked right away. Meanwhile, the strong dignified Jennifer would want to keep herself clothed, while the competitive over-achiever Jennifer would want to perform the sexiest striptease ever.

In the weeks that would follow, I could see that there was a four-way tug of war going on inside of her whenever I gave her an order to do something sexually degrading. Sometimes this side of her would come through a little bit here, while that side would show through there. Did she hate it or did she love it? Whenever I fucked her after that first time, she definitely became aroused, and she definitely had orgasms so you would think that she loved it. But her facial expressions and general reluctance seemed to suggest she hated it. It made watching her, touching her, just being with her so compelling. I could not get enough of it.

This, for me, was a very bad thing. As a Dom, I could not allow her to penetrate my mind like she was starting to do. As a Dom I had to keep myself somewhat detached. If I were to fall for her, she would have some degree of control over me. I could not, and would not let that happen. I needed to be completely in control, or this whole thing would fall apart.

After that first night, I spent the next few days alone. I did everything I could to get her out of my head. But the more I tried, the worse it got. I would see her in class, but I would not acknowledge her. And if I did not acknowledge her, she would not acknowledge me. But everyday she wore the hoop earrings as I had commanded.

So she sat in class, listened to the lecture, dutifully taking notes, and she never -*never*- looked over at me. But whenever I saw the light reflect off of those hoop earrings, I knew she had to think of me. I knew that for now, the part of her that wanted to look at me was losing the tug of war with the part of her that had to focus on schoolwork. I would stare hard at her. I knew she could see me staring at her in her peripheral vision. But she never once looked over at me.

Finally I could not take it anymore. After seven days of not speaking to her, I handed her a note as she walked out of class. She took the note and slid it into her pocket without looking at me or saying anything to me. She did not even break her stride as she walked by. God, that drove me nuts.

The note simply instructed her to be at my place at 6pm that night. I had no doubt that she would obey. And when she showed up at my door at 5:57 pm, she wore the earrings with the rhinestone letters that read S-L-U-T dangling from each perfect earlobe.

When she arrived, I did not have to command her to strip naked as I usually did. She just walked in without a word and began taking off her clothes. On some level this annoyed me, that she would do something without me issuing a command. But on the other hand, it really excited me that this beautiful girl was getting naked in my living room. The thought that on some level she was really excited to be with me sexually made my heart beat a little more rapidly.

By this time she no longer presented even a hint of resistance. Nudity did not seem to really bother her anymore, at least not being naked in my presence. By then I had seen her naked many times, I guess she had just grown used to it.

She approached me, again without being commanded. Then, finally, after more than a week, she spoke to me.

"May this girl suck your cock, Master?" she said coolly.

I admit I was surprised. "Yes, yes you may."

Her expression did not change as she lowered herself to her knees in front of me and unbuttoned my jeans.

She casually took a hold of my hardening cock and mechanically inserted in her mouth. The sound of her SLUT earrings jingling mixed with the slurping noises she made were the only sounds in the room as she bobbed her head up and down earnestly, but dispassionately. She was like a well-programmed robot. By this time she had performed oral sex for me many times, so she knew what sensations I liked and when I liked them. She knew just when to suck, just when to stroke, and just when to lick. She had become a perfect little blowjob slave. Oral sex in my living room had become a well-traveled road for her.

Of course I loved it. I loved it every single time. She had become a real expert at sucking my cock. I don't mean she was an expert at cock sucking in general; she had become an expert at sucking MY cock in particular. That expertise plus her reluctant affect was an incredible turn on for me. We both knew that she was doing it because she had to, not because she wanted to.

It did not take me long to climax. She opened her mouth wide like a baby bird in its lady's nest. She squeezed me hard and pumped my cock fast, lubricated by her saliva, as I shot my sperm into her open, waiting mouth. She even turned her head slightly toward the end allowing the last of it spurt onto her cheek.

She knew exactly what I liked to see. I sat there panting for a moment on the couch, as the final waves of my orgasm subsided. She kneeled there looking at me lazily expectant as she held my deflating cock, and the large dollop of cum dangled from her left jawbone. She closed her eyes and sat still, waiting patiently for my next order.

I did not allow her to wipe my cum from her face. Instead I wrapped the leather collar around her neck and fastened it with the small padlock. The lock made a "cl-click" sound as it snapped shut. I attached the long chain to the D ring on the collar and made her crawl on the floor like a dog on a leash.

She sighed.

I took her through some Gorean positions: Nadu, Bara, Sula, Sula-Ki, all of them. I had her practice serving. Serving was a big deal in Gor. It was important for slaves to be dutiful, graceful and humble when delivering a take or some food to a free permister. She got good at it, really good in fact.

She got to a point at which she was even bored with it. It was all becoming routine for her. Even the 'Entice' command - the one I had made up - in which she had to get down on her hands and knees while bumping, grinding and rotating her hips for me, seemed to have become somewhat tedious for her.

It still really aroused me though. I loved making her do it. The sight of her ass swaying or her naked pussy gently thrusting back and forth to nonexistent music was still quite magictizing to me. Jennifer had that tight little Asian body. She wore her long dark hair in a high ponytail that just kissed the top of her shoulders.

As she writhed her nubile young figure for me, her facial expression was blank, as if she was bored, or even annoyed. She practically rolled her eyes as she gyrated her lithe naked form around for my viewing pleasure, right there in my living room. After a several minutes of that, I could not take it anymore. I made her drop to her knees, crawl to me, and perform oral sex again. I held the chain as she sucked on me.

After a few strokes, she removed my cock from her mouth, looked up at me and asked, with a very slight, almost imperceptible hint of seduction: "Would you like to have sex with this girl, Master?"

"Of course I would." I thought to myself as I looked down at her. But I said nothing. She looked at me, almost blankly, waiting for my answer. I could not understand why she was being so forward. She always did what I commanded, but she NEVER offered to do anything. Now here she was offering to have sex with me. I guess she new that sex was a fait accompli, and she might as well do it right away and get it over with.

We went into the bedroom and got into bed. I kissed her, I fondled her, I rubbed by body upon hers. She obliged. It seems strange now, but up until that point we had never really had just straight sex before. There had always been some degree of Domination and presentation. I always made her get naked while I stayed dressed. I always made her do things for me. I always spanked her or made her assume humiliating Gorean positions before making her suck my cock. And only after all of that would I actually perform coitus. I got off on the Dominance and I could tell she got off on presentation, at least on some level, whether she chose to admit it or not.

So having straight vanilla missionary sex was very unusual. It was almost ... exotic for us. It was like we were pretending to be regular boyfriend/girlfriend. It was like a regular relationship without all the underlying blackmail and coercions. I actually really liked it. Holding her and kissing her, caressing her like we were lovers in love felt both natural and foreign at the same time. I did not want it to ever stop.

But it did.

It stopped in one single crushing instant when I saw her looking over at the clock for the third time. Then my internal dialogue started going crazy. "Why is she looking at the clock?"

In the end I made her get on top of me in my favorite position - reverse cowgirl.

Now you might think that reverse cowgirl is not the most appropriate position for a Dom because the woman is on top. But I would disagree. In reverse cowgirl, the sub does all the work. The Dom decides the pace, and because her ass is facing him, it is easy to spank her and command her to go faster and harder, or spank her and command her to go long and slow. As long as the Dom maintains the control, and achieves his maximum pleasure, any position is good.

Besides it gave me an excellent view of Jennifer's perfect little ass. I loved smacking it and hearing her groan as she pumped herself up and down on my cock. I loved how she had to do the work to please me while I watched her ass. I could always cum in that position. And once again I did. Jennifer did not have an orgasm at all.It seemed like she was just trying to get it over with. When it was over she asked to go to the bathroom. When she came back out, I am pretty sure I saw her check the clock again. That was really starting to bug me.

"Were you trying to beat your record?"I asked

"Sorry sir?" she did not know what I was talking about.

"You keep looking at the clock." I said.

"Oh ... I .." she looked at me and asked "Did you enjoy that, Sir?"

"Yes." I answered.

"This girl worked very hard to please you, Sir." She looked at the ground.

"And you did," I said, "I could tell you were really putting forth an effort."

"This girl is happy that you are pleased, Sir," she said. She usually did not talk this much. Something was up.

"What is it Jennifer?" I asked.

"Well sir ... she said "you made me come over on such late notice. I had told my friend that I would be able to go to a study group tonight."

"A study group?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir." she replied. "At 8 pm. I was hoping that since this girl had pleased you, that ... that...

"That what?" I was getting impatient.

"That this girl could..." her voice got quieter "leave at 7:30?"

I was angry. "So that whole time we were having sex, you were just looking at the clock and thinking about your study group?!"

"Oh NO sir!" She said with a faint degree of panic. "I was thinking about how I could ... how this girl could ... please you... Sir.

"Why are you so worried about studying?" I asked. "I told you I have access to the University computer system. I can give you a 4.0 this quarter and you wont have to do anything."

"But..." she whined

"But WHAT?!" I was raising my voice.

"But I still want to learn ...I- I am pre-med ... this is *** ... I need to know this material!" She was sounding worried.

I was getting angrier by the second. No wonder she was so aggressive. No wonder she did not waste any time, and did everything without being told. She wanted to make me cum quick, so I would let her go.

"With whom were you planning on studying?"

"No one." She said. "Just a friend."

"WHO?!" I demanded.

"Sophie." she said. I could tell she was lying.

"Okay let's call Sophie on speaker." I said as Jennifer's eyes widened. "Give me your phone."

"No sir, we don't have to call her. I will stay here." she said "You are right, I don't need to study. I just need to please you, Master."

"With. Whom. Were. You. Planning. On. Studying. Jennifer?" I said, trying to contain my anger.

She looked down. "James, Sir."

James...that fucking Asian guy. The fucking tall, good-looking Asian guy. God. Damn.

"I see." I said calmly.

"But I don't need to, Sir." She said. "Maybe I could just call him to cancel, so he doesn't get worried and try to call me."

"You ... want to call him?" I said, extra calmly.

"If it..." she paused "...if it pleases you, Sir. Otherwise I would be happy to turn off my phone and focus on your ... your pleasure., Sir"

My pleasure. Fuck. FUCK. God Dammit.

"My Pleasure?" I said. "Let's not worry about MY pleasure. You only really seem concerned with YOUR pleasure. Aren't you Jennifer?"

"OH no, Sir!" She said

"So why don't you just lay down." I said, barely hiding the sarcasm. "And we'll see what we can do about your pleasure."

"Sir, maybe this girl could dance for you ... or suck your cock? Sir?"

"LAY DOWN NOW!" I shouted.

She obeyed quickly, scared by my sudden shout.

The first time I was introduced to bondage was by a girl I was dating. She loved being bound and helpless. Eventually I bought some leather bindings from the adult store downtown, and some plastic zip ties with a few lengths of chain from Home Depot. With those materials, I was able to fashion some ankle and wrist shackles that I attached to each of the legs of my bed., and hide them underneath until I was ready to use them. I got them out for Jennifer for the first time.

Naturally, she was surprised to see them. I usually do not like to bind my subs. I get more pleasure from making them do things. But these leather shackles were going to come in handy. I fastened them tightly around each of her wrists and ankles. Then left her helpless, naked, and spread-eagle on my bed, as I went to find her purse.

When I came back into the room she looked at me. I could see that she was wondering why I had her purse, but she knew not to ask.

I stopped for a moment to look at her. Even though I was seething with anger, I could not help but admire her nudity. She was so helpless and vulnerable. But I snapped out of it quickly.

"Now" I said as I positioned myself between her spread open legs. "Let's see what we can do about YOUR pleasure."

Her eyes were fixed on me. She had no idea what I was doing.

I leaned down and lay on my stomach between her open legs, placing my head close to her wide-open pussy. I kissed it gently and quickly. She shuddered. I then gently kissed her left inner thigh, and then her right. She writhed slightly. I kissed all around her vulva, circling it with short little baby kisses.

Next I pressed my closed lips against it, applying pressure with my jaw. I could smell her arousal. She writhed some more and let out a soft little moan as I pressed my jaw against her pussy, grinding into her. I rubbed my lips on her vulva, continuing the pressure.

I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed. It looked like she was enjoying this.

As I grinded my jaw against her and I rubbed my lips on her labia, I began to let my tongue probe between them. She took a fast hard breath when my warm tongue gingerly stroked downward on the inside of her left outer labia. Then I licked upward on the right, all the way to the top, just barely teasing her clit.

Jennifer's juices were sweet. I mean they were literally sweet. I have performed oral sex on women before. They have never tasted like this. Jennifer's pussy was simply delicious, and I savored the taste as I drew my tongue up the right side and down the left.

"Ooohhhhhhhh..." she moaned as I licked her.

Then I repositioned my head so that as I licked her up and down, I was able to lightly stimulate her clit with the tip of my nose. Up the right side, and down the left with tight simultaneous little circles on her clit.

"Ohhhh Massster" she hummed. "Ohhh Master that feels soooo good. Ohhhh ... I am so glad you are not angry with this girl. Ohhhhhhhh. I ... I thought you were.... angry..... MMMmmmmmm..."

I applied a little more pressure on her clit with the tip of my nose, and then I leaned up to circle her clit with my tongue. She tensed at the intensified stimulation. I licked her clit harder as I proceeded to grind her vulva with my chin.

That is when I began to feel her pushing back on me. Despite the fact that she was immobilized, she was pressing her pelvis forward, desperate for more friction.

I flexed the tip of my tongue into a small, hard tip, and licked hard on her clit.

Her thighs tensed, I could feel them on my cheeks. She could feel her orgasm building, growing deep inside her ready to explode in wave after wave of sensual pleasure. Her moan was interrupted by a quick gasp. She was closer ... and closer ... and then I stopped.

"Unnghhh!" she groaned and sorry thrusted her pelvis as I sat up and opened her purse, producing her phone.

"Ohhhhh Masterrrrrr ..." she whaled. "What -what are you doing? Please Master! Please let this girl finish!"

"Oh I will let you finish." I said with a half-smile as I flipped through her contacts. "But first you need to call James to cancel your study group"

"Master, please let me finish ... ohmygod master!" She shreiked "What are you doing.!?!?"

She did not really need to ask what I was doing. It was obvious that I had found James' number on her phone, and that I had put the phone on speaker mode. I rested the phone on her chest, and returned to her sweet-tasting pussy.

"Oh GOD NO!! Master PLEASE NO!!" She begged as James' phone rang on the speaker.

I picked up exactly where I had left off, pressing hard as I circled her clit with my tongue.

"Ughhhh!" She groaned as the phone clicked.

"Hey You!" a male voice said from the speaker. "Where are you?"

She was flush and struggling. "Hi James ... I ... I cant make it tonight."

"Oh that sucks!" He said, "Why not?"

I was licking harder now, circling and circling in a tight consistent rhythm around her clit.

"She took an involuntary deep breath."

"I ... I'm just not ... I don't ... I'm just..." She was having a hard time thinking straight and a hard time forming words.

"Jennifer what's wrong?" He said.

"nnnggghhh ... Nothing. Nothings wrong."

"You sound like you are having trouble breathing"

I continued to stimulate her, bringing her closer.

"N-No ... I'm fine ... I mean I'm I'm not ... um (gulp) feeling well"

"Are you sick?"

"NO!" she shouted, probably at me, rather than James' question.

She gasped hard. Her orgasm was coming back. I kept the pressure on her clit, holding her legs open with my palms on her inner thighs.

"Then what's wrong?" He asked.

"I just c-cant m-make it"

She was writhing hard trying to get away from my tongue. I held on tight to both of her thighs, licking her mercilessly.

"Jennifer ... what are you doing right now?" James said, sounding suspicious,

"Nothing!" she cried as her breath increased.

I let a barely audible "mmmmmm" escape my lips as I started to suck on her clit, taking it between my teeth and rhythmically flicking it with my tongue.

"Is someone there with you?" He said, starting to sound a little upset.

"No ... I just.. I have to go!"

"Where are you? Are you at your place?"

"I ... uh ... I just have to go ... " She was cumming hard, straining with her neck and arms. I held her down as she came. The phone fell off her chest, bounced off the mattress and on to the
floor
.

"Ok. Fine. Whatever." He huffed. "See you in class." *Click*

Then, immediately after James had hung up, she gave in and did that thing where she screams against her tightly closed mouth while thrusting and grinding with her pelvis against my jawbone.

I kept the rhythm consistent, and she came at least three times in a matter of a few minutes.

When it was over she lay there panting. I wondered if she realized that the offense had made the orgasms better for her.

"I don't want you to see him anymore." I said coldly.

She did not say anything.

"Am I understood?" I said impatiently.

"But..." She said, breathing heavily.

I got really angry. Despite what I had just done for her, she STILL wanted to go see that guy again. I slapped the inside of her thigh.

She jumped against her bindings and grunted at the pain. I slapped her thigh again, leaving a pink mark.

"Owwwww!" she shouted.

I rained many slaps on her bound inner thighs, mostly up near her pussy, and down to about half way to her knees. She jerked and shuddered and whaled as I slapped her thighs.

"NNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" She screamed behind her clenched teeth and mouth as I spanked her directly on the pussy. I spanked her vulva six hard times until she finally begged me to stop.

"Please Master Pleeeeeeeeease!! She groaned. "Pleaasse Stop!"

"I said, I don't want you to see him anymore." I repeated..

"Yes, Master" she said weakly, completely spent. I left her bound and naked for a while. I went into the other room and reflected for a while.

I hated to admit this, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I just could not deny the fact that her affection for that James guy had really made me jealous.

This whole situation was making me struggle way more than it should have.

Imagine a Dom having such a petty little emotion like jealousy over his sub. Jealousy! It was unseemly and decidedly unDom-like. I just could not allow it to happen to me. I had to remain in complete control of this situation, of Jennifer, but most importantly, of myself.

I had to desensitize myself. I had to control this. I would desensitize myself by allowing other people to see her, and maybe even touch her.

Once again I would enlist the help of my friend and former roommate: Scott Chadwick.

* * * * * * * *

I told Jennifer to come to my
apartment
that Saturday morning. She had worn her SLUT earrings that day without me reminding her. I noticed that she had sounded surprised when I told her just to wear sweats, sneakers, and regular cotton underwear that day. She probably figured, with more than a bit of horror, that I would be providing some sort of insidiously kinky outfit for her to wear that day. Of course, she figured correctly.

After the obligatory strip and blowjob, I told her to get up and shower. By that time she had her own drawer in my bathroom with all of her shampoos and lotions and things. I heard the shower start as I poured myself a cup of coffee.

I still really enjoyed watching Jennifer shower. She had such a beautiful body. I loved watching the soapy water run down her taut belly and thighs. She looked so graceful as she leaned back, sticking her pert breasts out as she squeezed the shampoo from her long dark hair.

But she hated it when I watched her shave her pussy. I don't think she really liked having a bald pussy at all. To be truthful, I did not care to see bald pussies myself, I preferred to see a nice trim little bush on a woman, but this was one of the few things to which she had NOT yet become accustomed. Shaving her pussy, especially while I watched her, still made her feel like a slut.

But today I was not going to watch her shower and shave. It would probably just turn me on again and then I would have to cum again, and then she would have to shower again and well, we just did not have that much time. We had to leave in the next fifteen minutes, and she still needed to dry off, do her hair and makeup, and get dressed. As I sipped my steamy coffee, I retrieved the bright yellow, plastic UCLA bag from the closet.

"What's that?" she asked, as she stood wrapped in one of my towels, combing her wet hair.

"It's a bag from the UCLA bookstore." I replied.

"I can see that" she said. "What's in it?"

"Your outfit for the day." I said.

"Are we going somewhere?" she asked, sounding a little worried.

"Yes" I said. "We are going to Scott's place to watch the game. And you, my dear, are going to support your team by wearing this." From out of the bag I revealed a skimpy UCLA cheerleader costume.

I grinned proudly. She rolled her eyes slightly, and slumped back into the bathroom. She knew me and she knew that occasionally I would make her do silly things like this. The cheerleader outfit, skimpy as it was, was not even close to some of the other stuff I had made her wear. Besides that, she knew Scott fairly well by that time, and had been to his place before. It was all part of the routine. Even the baby blue UCLA bra and thong panties did not seem to faze her.

Jennifer was a UCLA
undergrad
. I think she was a little angry with me because I was powering her to miss the UCLA/USC football game, which she had planned to attend with her friends. The two schools are big cross-town rivals, and the annual game was a big event for fans, undergrads and alumni alike.

Despite the fact that I was a grad student and TA at UCLA, I had been an undergrad at USC. Most of my best friends were USC Trojans.

Scott was one of my best friends from USC. He knew all about my relationship with Jennifer. He had seen her naked and even seen her cum. And speaking of pussy shaving, once he had actually shaved her pussy himself, as I watched, on the
dining
room table of his apartment. I am sure that the thought of prancing around a couple of USC guys in a cheerleader outfit was somewhat embarrassing for Jennifer, but it was not nearly as bad as it could have been.

I made her tie her hair back into a ponytail with a UCLA hair ribbon. I also made her apply temporary UCLA tattoos to her face and biceps, as well as a smiling cartoon bear tattoo on the middle of her right ass cheek.

I had purchased a pair of white patent leather high-heeled boots for her to wear. I was probably spending too much money on this. But the boots really made the outfit.

Still, the outfit did not seem to bother her very much. After all, Scott and I had already seen her wearing a lot less. So what if she looked silly in front of us? So what if she had to bring us beers and snacks while we watched the game and leered at her? She was reluctant but resigned. She had been through worse. She did not start to really panic until we were in the car. That is when I revealed that it would not just be Scott and me. This was actually going to be a party, and there would be other guests present to see her dressed as she was.

Scott had invited a few people, but unfortunately only two showed up. It was a couple: Scott's buddy Jamister and his girlfriend Monique. I was disappointed at first; I had hoped to humiliate Jennifer in a room full of USC fans. Jamister and Monique were very obviously shocked when I introduced Jennifer to them as my sex slave.

I knew their reaction would bother Jennifer. It would bother that part of her that sees herself as a strong, competent, and moral woman. But I also knew that it would enflame the passion of the Jennifer who was a submissive little slut.

But what I did not know then, was that having Monique there was the worst part for Jennifer. Being sexual with and in front of men was bad, but in front of another woman was just horrible. Monique got to see her dressed in a revealing yet ridiculous UCLA cheerleader costume. But this was only the beginning.

As it turned out, Monique was also Korean American. At one point, when she thought I was not listening, Monique said something to Jennifer in Korean:

"Ahnyeong," She said "daangsin ui os eul joh ah."

Which I later learned meant, "Hi, I like your clothes". Jennifer blushed and looked at the floor. I could not hear Jennifer's response, but I think it was a muffled "Thank You"

Scott ushered us in the living area in front of his big plasma screen. The Game was on.

To be honest, I don't really follow football, but the USC/UCLA game was a big deal every year so I played along. There was always a party somewhere.

During the game, I delighted in having Jennifer perform for our guests. The look of distress on her face as she was powerd to serve us was priceless. Jennifer fetched takes and snacks for us. The Gorean training had come in handy. I chided her, criticized her. I made sure she served with beauty and with grace.

Jamister and Monique were gradually becoming more used to my torments.

At first Monique just gasped or giggled whenever I commanded Jennifer to bring me a beer, or to fetch a bowl of pretzels to Scott. At one point, Monique said that she would like a bottle of water, insinuating that I should make Jennifer get it for her. Naturally I complied. Jennifer brought Monique a bottle of water and opened it for her.

Monique said "Why, thank you Jennifer"

"Hey she should really be thanking YOU." Scott said.

"For what?" Monique giggled.

"For the honor of serving you." Scott said with a grin.

"Oh! Ha Ha ... right!" Monique said. "Well ... maybe a curtsey will do for now."

Then it happened. It was subtle, but it clearly happened: Monique gave Jennifer an order.

"Curtsey for me Jennifer." She said.

Jennifer's face was a blaze with either anger or embarrassment, probably both. She closed her eyes and complied with a half-hearted quick little curtsey.

"C'mon Jennifer, you can do better than that." Scott laughed.

I had not seen her this mortified since the first day I blackmailed her. Not since that first moment in my office at school. It was that moment that she knew she would have to perform sexually for me.

She stood and drew one foot back behind her leg, and bent her knees as she gingerly pinched the hem of her skirt, and lowered her head in reverence.

"Nice." Scott laughed, "for a second I thought she was going to lift that skirt all the way up!"

"She will, if I tell her to." I said "Jennifer, show everyone your bear tattoo."

I heard Jennifer take a quick breath before she reluctantly turned around and raised her skirt showing her baby blue UCLA thong and bare ass cheeks, one of which featured a smiling cartoon bruin.

Just then Jamister and Scott yelled suddenly at the television and jumped up from their seats. UCLA had scored the first touchdown of the game.

As the boys sat back down, disappointed, Scott said: "So, is it spanking time then?"

"What?" Jamister asked.

"Dave said he was going to give Jennifer a spanking after every touchdown." Scott said, just as Jennifer walked back in the room.

I saw her eyes open wide as she glared at me. I had not told her about that little part of the plan. Actually I was not even sure I was going to do it. I had mentioned it to Scott earlier.

"No," I said. "She gets spanked whenever USC scores, not when UCLA scores. When the Trojans spank the bruins on the field, we spank the Bruin in the living room.

"Oh no!" Monique said, "She should get spanked when UCLA scores as a punishment for scoring. When USC scores she should have to take an article of clothing off or something"

Scott and Jamister laughed and applauded. I agreed and commanded Jennifer to bend over with her palms on the coffee table.

I stood behind her as everyone watched intently. Scott and Jamister watched in a sort of lascivious awe as I lifted Jennifer's little skirt over her narrow hips, exposing her perfectly toned ass. Monique's eyes sparkled and she pursed her lips trying not to smile too broadly. She was clearly enjoying this.

I felt an incredible rush of power. Jennifer was doing everything I commanded her to do without resistance. She simply obeyed humbly and allowed herself to be degraded in front of all of us.

"Okay Jennifer..." I said as I casually stroked her ass.

She did not respond.

"Jennifer?" I repeated firmly and gently patted her ass to get her attention.

She turned her head around toward me and feebly said "Yes, Sir?"

I noticed that she no longer had that bored expression on her face like she did back at my apartment. This was certainly NOT routine for her. I could see the tension between her eyebrows and the clear look of humiliated desperation in her watery eyes. I owned her completely. It was obvious to everyone and there was nothing, nothing she could do about it.

"Now Jennifer..." I spoke in a condescending tone as if I were talking to a young. "...Since UCLA scored six points, you are going to get six spanks. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir" her voice cracked a bit.

"And I want you to count each one." I said.

She hung her head in resignation. "Yes, Sir.

"Good girl" I said, placing my left hand on the small of her back and raised my right hand high. I brought it down, swiftly smacking her butt directly on the smiling cartoon bear tattoo. She flinched and gasped as the sound of the smack echoed in the high ceiling of Scott's apartment.

"One!" she whimpered.

I noticed that Scott and Jamister were staring at Jennifer's upturned ass while Monique was on the other side of the table enjoying the distraught mortification in Jennifer's face. I saw Monique grin curiously.

"I think she should have to count in Korean for us." She said.

Wow. Ingenious. I would have never thought of making her count in the language in which she used to speak to her parents. Talk about powering her to be present.

"Good idea Monique!" I said. "Let's hear the rest of the counts in Korean Jennifer."

* SWAP! *

"D—dool..." Jennifer stuttered

* SMACK! *

"Set!" She said.

* SWAP! * Her ass was so young and tight that it barely jiggled at all when spanked.

"N-net!" she shouted, reacting to the pain.

* SMACK! *

"D-dasot!"

Her ass was starting to turn pink.

* SWAPT! *

"YAH-sot!"

She sounded relieved. That must have been six. Her knees were starting to shake. One thing is for sure; Jennifer was not much of a pain slut. It had only been six spanks.

"Oh! Extra point!" Jamister cried as UCLA scored the conversion. I had never imagined a Trojan could sound so happy after a Bruin score. "May I give it a try? Jamister asked.

"NO!" Monique cried, "You aren't touching another girl's butt!"

"Okay fine, He said. You do it!"

"Ewww, NO!" She laughed.

Jennifer hung her head again, bent over in shame as we discussed her spanking.

Jamister continued to cajole his girlfriend with Scott's help. Eventually, Monique conceded and agreed to spank Jennifer. Of course I had not said that I would allow it, but the thought of Jennifer being spanked by a girl ... was too good to pass up.

Monique casually approached Jennifer's waiting ass.

"Okay Jennifer," she smiled "Lets here you count it out loud!"

She reached up and spanked her quick, probably at about half the power as I had spanked her. But it was enough to make Jennifer cry a little. She whimpered the Korean word for seven, 'eelgot".

I allowed Jennifer to go in to the bathroom to freshen up. While she was gone Monique said she couldn't wait for USC to score. She wanted to see some
skin
! After the spanking, Monique was becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of Jennifer being powerd into sexual servitude. And that was pretty hot.

Scott was thinking the same thing. He pulled me to the side and talked about allowing Monique to go further with Jennifer, he was thinking we might get a good lesbian BDSM show out of it.

Monique was pretty cute, and the idea of her going at it with Jennifer was pretty hot, but I don't think Jennifer was quite ready for that, and who knows where Monique was coming from. I don't like not having control of a situation, but Scott was really pushing for it.

"C'mon Dave ... Be a Dom!" Scott prodded me.

But I would not allow it. Besides, Scott had no idea what it really meant to "be a Dom."

Jennifer came out again; her eyes were red and glassy. The game proceeded. When USC scored, Jennifer was powerd to remove her top, then her skirt.

She was spanked three times after a UCLA field goal. I performed all three spankings.

After USC scored again I made her take off her bra. Scott and Jamister marveled at her perky Asian breasts.

"Uh oh!" Monique giggled " a bit chilly in here Jennifer?" Jennifer's nipples were conspicuously erect. I know Jennifer hated how her nipples would get hard, belying her desire. I know she hated the fact that we could plainly see her arousal. But there it was.

Monique reached up and barely flicked Jennifer's erect left nipple. "Oohh" Monique cooed. "Those nipples are just BEGGING to be pierced."

She flcked the right nipple and Jennifer recoiled a bit. It was the tiniest of little flicks, but a girl had never touched Jennifer in a sexual way. It was obvious that she was mortified by the touch, but probably more so by the offense of her own obvious arousal.

"Look they are standing up like good little soldiers" Monique laughed. "Would you like to have your nipples pierced Jennifer?"

Jennifer froze. "N-no Ma'am." She stuttered.

I had never considered piercing Jennifer's nipples, but the look on her face when Monique mentioned it made me think about it. I liked the idea of turning this conservative, studious Asian girl into a trashy little slut, completely against her will. And if powerd nudity and sex acts were becoming passé, then perhaps a piercing or two would give me that feeling of power that I craved.

On the next USC field goal I made her take off one boot. She had to hobble around on a single high-heeled boot wearing nothing but thong panties.

It was funny at first, but I could tell that everyone really just wanted to see her pussy.

The guys were dying, praying loudly for another field goal, touchdown, whatever. I could tell that they wanted to see Jennifer's pussy. And all Jennifer could do was stay quiet, and serve dutifully. But I know she silently prayed that no more scoring would take place and she would be allowed to maintain a scrap of dignity.

When the next touchdown came, I ordered her to take off her other boot, and her panties as well. The guys cheered and clapped. Jennifer glared at me, frozen.

"Do it." I said firmly

Jennifer closed her eyes and peeled off her panties, stepping out of them, more like she was in a locker room rather than a strip club. She stood up, and knew not to cover her pussy with her hands, despite the fact that every particle in her wanted to cover it up.

And we could see why.

Jennifer's labia had become both red and engorged. She was more aroused than any of us had guessed.

The guys applauded. Scott told her to walk back and forth like I had commanded on the first night in his apartment. It was a quick order and Jennifer obeyed.

"Hey now!" I said "Get your own" I did not like Scott muscling in on my sub. Although. I must admit, She did look good parading in the nude.

Monique asked Scott if he had any hot cocoa. He did, in the
kitchen
. I made Jennifer prepare it for Monique.

While Jennifer was in the kitchen, Jamister asked me some basic beginner BDSM questions about why she was doing everything I told her to do. I decided not to tell them about the blackmail, and Scott knew not to bring it up.

As far as they knew, Jennifer was performing simply because she wanted to: because she was nothing but a submissive little slut and it simply turned her on to be used and degraded in front of others. Her hard nipples and swollen red pussy was evidence enough.

"Oh wait we have to fix something." Monique said and grasped a red Sharpie marker from the cup full of pens on Scott's desk.

She popped off the cap and carefully drew a big red circle around the temporary UCLA tattoos on Jennifer's biceps. She then drew a diagonal line through the circle to the cheers of Scott and Jamister. Jennifer closed her eyes in shame as Monique carelessly wrote upon her bare
skin
.

"Oh! " Jamister laughed, "draw a noose on the bear's neck."

USC undergrads used to buy these little Bruin teddy bears with nooses tied around their necks during the week of the UCLA game. They would drag them around campus as they walked in between
classes
. I always thought it was a bit morbid. And silly, but the freshman seemed to like them. I think the Black Student Union eventually complained about it.

Monique laughed, "What bear?"

"The one on her butt!" Scott shouted.

Monique touched the back of Jennifer's shoulder, indicating for her to turn and show her the temporary cartoon bear tattoo on her ass. Jennifer obeyed her and pivoted around to show her naked ass to Monique.

Monique balked. "I don't know how to draw a noose! You draw it." She said to Scott, who was sitting on the other side of the room.

"Send her over here with the pen." He said.

Monique gave Jennifer the pen and told her to take it to Scott.

"Wait." I said. "Jennifer, I want you to crawl to Scott. Hands and knees."

Jennifer looked at me in despair. Crawling naked in front of three guys and a girl may have been one of the most humiliating things she had been powerd to do up to that point. She hesitated, and I glared at her. She reluctantly sank to her knees. As she went to place her palms on the ground, she was not sure what to do with the red marker in her hand.

"Here," Monique said, and took the pen from her and placed it to Jennifer's mouth.

Jennifer closed her eyes, and accepted the pen into her mouth. She held it like a dog holding a bone as she shamefully crawled on all fours to Scott, who was beaming on the other side of the room.

I stood near Monique's seat, and we could clearly see Jennifer's swollen glistening pussy lips as she crawled away from us.

Scott curtly removed the pen from her mouth and told her to turn around and stick her ass up. When she obeyed, I could clearly see the look of abject shame and degradation on her face. She looked at me briefly as she raised her hips for Scott to write on her.

Scott was smirking as he drew on her. He drew something on her left cheek, which I presumed was the noose for the bear. Then he took several moments and smiled as he drew something else on her right cheek. Jennifer had her head down and I could not see her reaction. I can only imagine how humiliating this must have been for her.

When he was done, Scott had Jennifer stand up and turn around to show us her ass. He had indeed drawn a very convincing cartoon noose around the bear's neck, and he had crossed out its eyes with X's.

On ther right ass cheek he had drawn one of USC's logos: an interlocking letter "S" and a letter "C' which stood for "Southern Cal". I had to admit, Scott was a fairly decent artist. It looked just like the USC logo.

I told Jennifer that she had to let Jamister have turn writing on her. She replied with a feeble "Yes, Sir." I told Scott to send her to Jamister with the pen. Jennifer got positioned to crawl and obediently opened her mouth for the pen. But Scott had a different idea. Instead of placing it in her mouth, he put his left hand on her lower back, and then, with his right hand, he penetrated her pussy with the marker. Jennifer gasped and her eyes popped open wide when she felt the ***.

I probably should not have allowed it. In fact, Jennifer looked right at me as if to question me; as if to say 'why are you letting him do this?!'

Scott slapped her ass and told her to crawl to Jamister. "And you better not drop it!" He chided.

Jennifer crawled much more slowly and deliberately than she had before. I thought she would want to do it quickly to get it over with, but then I realized that it must have been difficult to hold a sharpie when her pussy was so wet.

Sure enough, we all heard the pen drop from her pussy and land on the
floor
. I made her turn around and pick it up with her mouth. I could see the dark red "SC" on her butt and I could hear the letters from the SLUT earrings scratch the floor as she retrieved the marker with her lips. It was horribly degrading ... and we all enjoyed watching it.

Eventually everyone wrote or drew something in red on Jennifer's nude body. Since her pussy was too wet, she was powerd to get the pen wet with her saliva, and we would insert it into her rectum. She had to crawl from permister to permister with the red sharpie sticking straight out of her ass. At least she did not drop it again.

In the end, she had the word SLUT written across her chest just above her breasts. The words "UCLA sucks " were written across her abdomen. Below that Scott drew a clever little cartoon bear, but he made Jennifer's belly button the bear's mouth, so it looked like the bear was making an "o" shape with its mouth, as if ready to suck a cock. It was pretty funny. You probably had to be there.

She had the bad words and other rude drawings all over her body. She was mortified and embarrassed and looked completely pathetic. But I must say, she still looked good. She especially looked good crawling on her hands and knees. Her the shape of her ass with her waist and hips was just perfect. It was a perfect curvature. I would be making her crawl a lot more often after that.

Jamister asked about the Gorean stuff. I sighed; I did not want to get into all the details of Gor. So instead, I offered to show off some commands.

First I made her assume Nadu, the kneeling position next to me.

I talked about her palm placement and her posture, pointing things out like she was a prized natural or a dog at a dog show. We all stood around her, impressed with her obedience.

Scott was a little more crude, suggesting that it was a perfect position for oral sex. Jennifer stared straight ahead, terrified at the prospect of having to suck cock in front of others.

I thought about this. Although I liked the idea of Jennifer performing for everyone's amusement, I must admit that I was a bit self-conscious about whipping my cock out in front of everyone. And there is NO way that I was going to allow her to give Scott or Jamister a blowjob. But, the pressure was on, so I had to think of something.

I remembered the large industrial style dining room table where we shaved her I made her climb up on the table. Everyone gathered around it as I commanded Jennifer to kneel in Nadu position atop the table under the bright overhead lights.

I made her perform Nadu, Bara and She-Sleen positions. For some reamister, She Sleen - the position in which she must be an all-fours as she thrusts up her ass like an natural in heat – seemed to bother her the most.

That expression on her face, that look of complete mortification and defeat...it haunts me when I think about it. But at that time I was getting takes with power, and I pushed her further by issuing the 'Entice' command.

This was the command I had invented. This was the command in which she was powerd to rotate and gyrate her ass, as if attempting to entice a mate by physically begging to be mounted.

It was dehumanizing, but she did it. Jennifer reluctantly swayed her hips and gently thrusted her ass in small circles for us. But, I could tell that I was losing her. The mortified expression on her face was becoming blanker, more distant. This is what happens when the sub separates her self by creating a psychological shell. She was beginning to have some dismisterance between Jennifer Kim, and the naked girl on the table lewdly humping the air on her hands and knees.

I was not ready to allow her to leave. I wanted her, the genuine, actual Jennifer to be present. I started using her name in every sentence. "That's it Jennifer...", "Move those hips, Jennifer..." "Good girl Jennifer".

I decided she needed to turn over, and see the faces of her audience. I commanded her to assume the Sula position on the table. Sula is the position in which she was to lay on her back with her legs spread and her engorged bald pussy was exposed for everyone to see.

"Keep your eyes open, Jennifer" I commanded. I wanted her to see our faces. I wanted her to see our eyes as we examined her nudity. I wanted to see the smirk on Monique's face, and the hunger in Jamister and Scott's.

But Jennifer just opened her eyes and looked straight up and the bright lights above.

"Sula-Ki, Jennifer!" I barked.

She obeyed by slowly raising her hips off the table with her legs spread. Scott was standing at the head of the table and had a perfect view of her exposed pussy as she raised it.

"Now... look at Scott in the face, and ask him what he thinks of your pussy." I said.

I heard Jennifer take a long slow gasp.

"Look him in the eye and ask him." I said, "and don't forget to address him as 'Sir'".

She bent her head forward, looking at him in the eyes with her pussy up in the air before him.

"Say it Jennifer." I said firmly.

"W-what do you think of my p-pussy, Sir" she asked weakly.

"It's lovely." Scott grinned.

"Manners, Jennifer." I said.

"Thank you Sir." She said to him.

"Your Welcome Jennifer" He replied.

"Now ask Jamister." I said "And look him in the eyes."

She turned her head to face Jamister. He raised his eyebrows, not sure what to say.

"What do you think of my ... my pussy, Sir?" She asked.

"It's (ahem) very nice Jennifer." Jamister replied.

"Thank you, sir." She said.

"Now ask Monique." I commanded.

I knew his was the worst part for her. That's why I saved it for last. Her legs were starting to strain. She was beginning to perspire. She sniffled. The tears were coming back. Jennifer turned her head to face the only other girl in the room.

"What do you think of my pussy ... Ma'am?" She asked.

"Well ... " Monique took a casual sip of her hot cocoa and smiled. "It's okay I guess. It's wet and excited, but I would really have to see the clit if I had to make a good assessment."

"Wow." I thought to myself. "What a great idea." Jennifer closed her eyes, not sure how to reply.

"Put your ass back down Jennifer, Back to Sula." I ordered.

She did as she was told, and her legs began to close reflexively.

"Keep them spread, Jennifer" I said, using her name in every sentence. "Is Monique correct Jennifer? Is your pussy excited?"

"NO Sir!" Jennifer said sharply in a surprising moment of defiance.

"Wow!" Scott said. "Losing your touch Dave?"

"Well let's see Jennifer. Reach down and open your pussy lips for us." I commanded.

She closed her eyes tightly and did not move her hands.

"NOW, Jennifer!"

She started crying softly as she slowly reached toward her pussy. She really hated this. I could tell she hated this.

Her hands froze just around the perimeter of her vulva. She was sobbing now.

Jamister and Monique watched her with great interest. Scott was looking at me. He was looking at me as if to ask what's wrong? Why isn't she obeying you?

This made me mad.

"Open up Jennifer." I said, getting impatient. "Let's see it."

Jennifer reluctantly touched the swollen lips of her pussy and slowly, but gingerly spread them, revealing the glistening pink of her vagina, and the surprisingly long and erect clitoris standing tall and proud.

"Now THAT little solider is practically begging for a clit ring!" Monique smirked.

A pierced clit seemed too far, but Jennifer had that panicked look of despair on her reddened face.

"We should invite Jay over." Scott said.

"The tattoo guy?" Jamister asked.

"Yeah." Scott said. "He is licensed to do piercings and he has his own tattoo gun. He did a cool looking Trojan on Max's arm."

"Oh that's right!" Jamister said.

"He is the one with the really cute girlfriend," Monique added.

I said nothing for a moment, contemplating piercings and tattoos. Our buddy Jay could bring his stuff right over there to Scott's place. He could pierce her and tattoo her right here. I liked the idea of marking her as my
property
. Maybe I should get my initials tattooed on her ass to mark my territory.

The problem is that he probably would not do it if Jennifer screamed for him to stop. If it was non-consensual, Jay definitely wouldn't do it. I had to think about this.

Jennifer continued to lie on the table, holding her pussy lips open for us to see.

"Dave," Monique said, snapping me out of my momentary trance." I really think Jennifer would like some stimulation." She motioned towards Jennifer's exposed clit.

"Your right," I said. "Jennifer, rub your clit with your fingers."

She kept her eyes closed and did not react.

"Come on Jennifer. Lets see you masturbate for us." I said, almost angrily.

She didn't move.

"NOW goddammit!" I slapped her thigh hard, leaving a pink hand impression.

She just couldn't do it. She could not lie there and masturbate in front of all of us. I could not believe this. She was not going to fall apart on me here, in front of everyone.

"What's wrong Dave?" Scott asked, implying that I was not in control of the situation.

I bent down close to Jennifer's head and whispered into her ear. "If you don't start rubbing your fucking clit right now, you will get the punishment of your life right here in front of everyone, and I will let Scott and Jamister fuck you while Monique watches."

Jennifer took a long breath and gently began rubbing her clit.

We could all see her blush growing throughout her naked body.

Her finger motions were slow and mechanical. She was rubbing up and down, but she was barely applying any pressure. It was like she was trying NOT to pleasure herself too much.

Of course she wouldn't want to pleasure herself, not in front of all of us. Being naked, and performing for everyone was bad enough, but to allow us to see her experience sexual pleasure, or god forbid an orgasm was way too much. Having a girl present was especially embarrassing for her.

We watched silently for a moment. The only sound was the slight jingling of Jennifer's SLUT earrings, and an occasional gasp of a sob.

Then one of the hottest things I have ever seen took place. Monique, with her cocoa in her right hand, one hand, reached forward with her left hand and places her fingers atop Jennifer's as she masturbated.

"Come on now," Monique said. "You will never finish if you don't press hard."

Not only was this a shock - considering that Monique had to be cajoled just to spank her earlier – but somehow it felt to me like it was a slight a breach of protocol or something. Jennifer was MY sub, and I don't think Monique should have touched her like that without my permission. I had let the earlier nipple-flicking slide, but sustained genital contact seemed like too much.

I probably should have said something, or I should have stopped her. But it was just so hot. Monique is a good looking girl, to see her rubbing Jennifer's pussy, as Jennifer lay there naked and squirming in resistance was so unbelievably hot, it was simply surreal. It felt like all of the red in my brain went straight to my cock. I was fully erect, and not thinking straight.

Jennifer put her other hand on Monique's to stop her, or at least slow her down

I reached forward and took each of Jennifer's wrists in my hands. I stood at one end of the table and stretched her arms way above her head. She was struggling hard to pull her hands free of mine, but I was too strong for her.

Jennifer closed her legs, squeezing Monique's hand between her thighs.

I looked at Scott and Jamister and motioned with my head to her legs. They understood immediately. Scott and Jamister stood on either side of the table and each took hold of one of her legs. The each had a hand around one of her knees, and one hand at one of her ankles. Monique moved to the gynecologist position at the other end of the table. She stood right between Jennifer's spread legs and looked down at her aching pussy, which was powerd open wide by the two men. Monique took a casual sip of cocoa, and again reached for Jennifer's hungry clit.

Jennifer closed her eyes as Monique's rhythmic rubbings continued. It made a sloshing sound in the wetness of her pussy. She was mercilessly persistent. I'm not sure, but she may have been fucking her with his index and middle fingers while simultaneously stimulating her clit with his thumb.

I looked down at Jennifer's face. Her eyes were closed tightly. I could hear and see the struggle she was putting up. I actually liked having someone else pleasure her while I watched, as if she was doing it for my amusement. So I stood there, watching, fascinated by the expressions on Jennifer's face.

I couldn't quite place the emotion I saw. Her face muscles were tightened. She alternated between closing her eyes tightly to a fixed gaze straight up at the ceiling. It was almost as if she were trying to concentrate on something... some fixed point in the distance.

"There we go" Monique said soothingly to Jennifer. "Just let it all come out"

Oh that was it: Jennifer was showing resolve. She was resolved not to cum, and she was struggling between the building climax in her body, and her overwhelming desire not to have an orgasm in front of us. Jennifer was using every ounce of discipline and will power she could produce just to avoid having an orgasm. She did not want us, especially Monique, to see her cum on the table.

Monique continued to masturbate the helpless, straining girl.

It was bad enough to be stripped naked, spanked written upon, and humiliated in front of three guys and another girl. I am sure that Jennifer thought it could not get any worse than serving them, curtsying to them and performing tricks for them like a trained natural. But a climax would be much, much worse for her. An orgasm would be like a capitulation, like an acknowledgement that she really did enjoy the whole thing and that she enjoyed it and took part in it as a willing, and even eager participant.

I could see it on her face. Sweat glistening, hair mussed cheeks tear-stained, Jennifer had a steel determination. She started to groan as her body tensed. I could see the muscles in her legs, her abs, her shoulders and arms all flexing as she physically tried to repress the billowing rage within her, straining like an overinflated balloon inside her. I really admired her strength. I really did.

But despite her truly valiant effort, Monique coaxed it out of her, and her orgasm came hard and suddenly like the snap of a slingshot. All that resistance she had displayed had only made it worse, more intense.

Her groan darted up an octave to a muffled shriek. It was one of those jarring shrieks that told us she had completely lost control of herself. Her pelvis tightened and bucked sorry.

Then, in a surprise that stunned all of us ... especially Jennifer ... she ejaculated.

Monique yanked her hand away as fluid shot from Jennifer's vagina and audibly splattered on the steel-topped table. She continued to groan loudly in despair as she closed her eyes tight and the juice squirted out of her for more than a full second. I had never seen anything like it.

She bucked and thrusted slightly as the ejaculation subsided and her orgasm waned. She sobbed loudly. There was a moment when the only sound was her sobs and the din of the TV still on in the next room.

"Woa!" Jamister yelled. "Did she pee?!"

"No," Monique said as she wiped her hand off with a paper napkin. "She ejaculated. It happens to some women when they are really, REALLY turned on."

"Ejaculated?" Jamister was puzzled "She came like a guy?"

"Sorta." Scott said.

"I didn't know girls could do that!" Jamister said "That totally looked like PEE to me!"

"Nope," Scott said touching the puddle with his index finger and bringing it to his nose for a sniff, "Its ejaculate."

By that time I'd say the crowd was worked up. The guys talked about having sex with Jennifer. Surprisingly, Monique did not seem completely opposed to Jamister fucking Jennifer as long as she could watch. That was a quick turn around from earlier when she did not want him to even touch her ass to spank her. I'm not sure what changed, but at that point I think that Monique no longer saw Jennifer as a potential threat to her relationship. She saw Jennifer as a toy, something to be played with, or to be used. Jamister clearly wanted to fuck her. I can only imagine what Scott wanted.

But I would not allow any of it. I know Jennifer would fuck all of them if I commanded her to do so. This may sound strange, but I felt somewhat protective of my Jennifer. Others could look at her, maybe even touch her, but her heart and soul belonged to me. Only I would be allowed to have her. I can't believe I am saying that now. And I did not realize at the time that my feelings had grown so deep.

It was Clear that Jamister and Monique were turned on; when they left they hardly even said goodbye. I hoped that they appreciated what I had done for them. They were going to go home and have amazing sex all because of my generosity. Unfortunately for Scott, he would be alone tonight. He would probably be jacking off thinking about me and Jennifer. I had to get her back to my place quickly. I needed to fuck her again.

Jennifer did not speak at all on the drive home. But, as soon as we got through the door of my apartment, a strange thing occurred. Without an order or even an implied suggestion, Jennifer turned toward me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me.

The kiss was deep and passionate, and entirely consensual. Actually it was more than consensual. She was not merely willing: she wanted it. She wanted me.

Was she into me? She was into me. She was passionate, almost aggressive. I thought back to how she ignored me in class, and had mechanical sex she had with me so she could get it over with and be with someone else. Now she only wanted to be with me.

We made love that night. It was consensual, straightforward sex: No orders, No offense, just sex. Kissing, fondling, sex. I can't describe how it felt. It was just transcendent joy. I felt connected to her in a way that I have never felt connected to another human being.

And I would never feel like that again.

It was not even a week later, on a day that I did not usually see her, when I ran into Jennifer at the Kerkoff Coffee house on campus. She was with a group of friends and they were all ordering lattes or something.

I said a quick hello, and she gave me an uncomfortable "Hi" and looked away from me. She then looked back to me to ask how I was and ask if we are going to have a review session for the final.

I know that Jennifer did not want these two worlds of hers to collide. She definitely did not want all her little friends to have any idea that this older white guy had sexually enslaved her and that he was using her and humiliating her on a regular basis. However, she knew she could not just ignore me. She was afraid that I might actually do or say something to embarrass her in front of her friends. She knew I had the power to completely humiliate her.

So although her initial instinct was to turn away from me, she quickly turned back to engage me, and make up some irrelevant topic to discuss. But it was clear, very clear to me, that she did not really want me there.

It was at that moment that I noticed something that thoroughly enraged me: Jennifer was not wearing her hoop earrings. She saw my eyes look toward her earlobes and then back to her eyes. She looked a little panicked, but she was trying not to show it.

"What happened to your earrings?" I asked loudly so her friends could hear.

"They um..." she stammered, "They did not really go with this outfit."

"Hmm." I did not break eye contact "Why don't you come by my place tonight. We are having a study group."

"I have uh ... " she shifted her weight "... this thing tonight. It's important"

I smiled "More important than ****"

"Ha ha" she tried a fake laugh.

I stopped smiling "Cancel it." I said.

She looked at me, shocked that I would talk to her like that in front of her friends, but she knew I was serious, and she knew I was not afraid of escalating it.

The color drained from her face.

She quickly regained her composure and did another fake-laugh. "Ha ha okay FINE!" She said, "If you are going to be mean about it!"

I smiled again. "You have the address right"?

"Yes" she said as she tried to rejoin her friends.

"Then I'll see you tonight. 8pm."

She went off with the rest of the girls. I could tell that her friends did not like me, but I did not care. I was furious at her for not following my commands.

* * *

Later that day I got a call from Scott. He was asking me a bunch of questions about BDSM. Apparently he had met a girl that turned out to be a submissive, and he wanted to know how to handle her.

I talked to him for a while, and gave him some websites to explore, but I was not really focused on the conversation.

"Dave, are you listening?" he said, "You seem distracted."

"Oh. Sorry." I said. "It's Jennifer."

"Is she there with you?" He asked

"What? No." I said. "I saw her today and she pissed me off. It's nothing."

"What did she do?"

"She disobeyed me."

"Disobeyed you!?" He sarcastically feigned outrage.

"I told her that she had to wear these hoop earrings in public at all times." I said. "I bumped into her today, and she was not wearing them."

"Wow" he said, "What are you going to do about it?"

"I am not sure yet" I said.

"You will have to punish her." He said.

"Yes I know" I said, annoyed. We talked for a while about punishment and obedience. I was still angry. I remained unfocused on the conversation, and somehow agreed to meet him and his new sub, Lacy. Scott agreed to bring Lacy over to my place that night. At least I would not have to drive all the way downtown.

Of course Jennifer was scheduled to appear at my place as well, so it was going to be one twisted little double date. I decided that I would punish Jennifer in front of Scott and Lacy. I think getting punished in front of a girl would be especially humiliating for Jennifer.

* * *

Scott and Lacy showed up at my place around 8. Lacy turned out to be a very cute girl. She was a fair skinned Asian, Chinese I think, with dark hair, a pleasant smile and perfect teeth. Scott had a thing for Asian girls, and being a dental student, he also had a thing for nice teeth. I remembered making a joke to Scott about going out and getting his own Asian slave girl. Well, I have to give him credit: he actually went out and did it.

Lacy seemed confidant, self-assured. She wore a short denim jacket over a patterned tank top and a thin black skirt, slightly above the knees. Her straight black hair was thick and shiny. It fell just beyond her shoulders. I glanced quickly at her body as I showed them both in. She was thin and petite of course, but slightly shorter and curvier than Jennifer. Her calves were rounded like she was a runner or a soccer player.

She asked me a lot of questions about BDSM, like I was some kind of expert. Or like she was probing to find out how much I knew. It was like she was politely testing my knowledge of the scene. I thought it was a little forward for a sub, but I did not mind.

Jennifer arrived shortly afterward, clearly surprised at seeing Scott and this new girl Lacy.

"I like your hair." Lacy said to her, trying to be friendly.

"Thanks" Jennifer said softly and looked at the ground.

"Oh cool earrings!" Lacy exclaimed. "They spell 'slut'! How cool where'd you get those?"

"Um ... downtown somewhere ..."

"Alright Jennifer. Strip." I said firmly, without concealing my anger with her.

Jennifer looked startled at first, and then she closed her eyes and blushed. She knew that I was not going to go easy on her and no matter how embarrassing it was, she would have to strip naked right there in my living room in front of the three of us.

She removed her clothes slowly and reluctantly. First kicked off her shoes before she unzipped her UCLA hoodie, revealing a black cotton short-sleeved top. She closed her eyes and inhaled as she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, She stepped out of her jeans and set them aside. She was obviously uncomfortable with the way Lacy was leering at her. I did not know if Lacy was bisexual, but she really seemed to enjoy the painful little show that Jennifer was compelled to perform for us.

She was down to her black satin and lace panty and bra set. Jennifer knew I liked black lingerie. She had worn it just for me. I told to Lacy that she could play with Jennifer for a while as Scott and I talked in the kitchen. I told her that she could do whatever she wanted with Jennifer, just as long as she made sure that she had finished taking off her clothes, so that she was completely naked by the time we came back.

Scott and I went into the kitchen. I was still furious. He asked me what I was going to do to her.

"I'm not sure yet" I said.

"Are you going to spank her? Whip her?" He asked.

"Probably"

"But you have spanked her before." He said.

"Yeah? So?"

"So it doesn't mean anything to her." He said. "She knew she would be punished if she didn't wear the hoops, but she didn't care."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you gotta make SURE she wears them all the time, or she's just going to take them off when you aren't around. What does she have to lose? So she gets another spanking. So what? You gotta make the earrings permanent"

"How?" I asked.

"With this" He picked up the small black case he had walked in with.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's a soldering iron" he smiled. "We could solder the hoops in her earlobes. She would not be able to take them off. Ever."

I looked at him, stunned. "A soldering iron?"

"Well," he continued, "Not unless she got herself a pair of wire cutters or something.

"Are you insane?"

"What? We can do it."

"That's soldering."

"Yeah."

"That's melted metal."

"Yeah."

"On her ear."

"No... No listen ... its COLD soldering. It won't touch her skin."

"Cold soldering?"

"Yeah. I mean of course it gets hot enough to melt, but only for three seconds. It cools instantly. And since the hoop is three inches or so, it will not be close enough to her skin. She won't feel anything."

"Well ... I don't think she brought her regular hoops." I said "And we aren't going to solder on the SLUT earrings. That will push her too far."

"Well I have these" Scott produced four or five stiff pieces of silver wire. "These are orthodontic crossbars. And with this little device here I can bend them into a perfect circle.

I watched as he fed the wire into the little grey device and he instantly bent the wire into a perfect three-inch ring. "Now" he said, watch this." He plugged the soldering iron in. There was about an inch or so extra wire, that he snipped off with his wire cutters, and we had a perfect little silver hoop. Then he pinched the hoop with his thumb and forefinger. He soldered the ring closed, counted to three, then he presented it to me to touch. I could not feel any heat at all. My god, this would totally work.

"What made you think to bring a soldering iron to my house?" I asked.

"I was just thinking about how to make sure she kept her earrings on, when it came to me." He said. "I use a soldering iron for my electrical stuff., and there are plenty of these crosswires sitting around at school."

I told him to bend two more hoops, and I went to check on Jennifer and Lacy.

Giving Jennifer to Lacy was like giving a ball of yarn to a cat.

I watched for a moment as Lacy had her fun with Jennifer.

Lacy was having Jennifer pose like a model in her underwear. Whether she was bisexual or not, Lacy the submissive seemed to be enjoying herself playing a dominant role.

"You are very beautiful." She said to Jennifer, almost timidly.

"Thank you ma'am."

"Very sexy."

"Thank you ma'am." Jennifer blushed again when she noticed that Scott and I were watching.

"I like your bra, its lovely." Lacy said.

"Thank you Ma'am."

"Take it off, please."

Jennifer blinked and looked at her.

"Now, please Jennifer."

I could see that wanted to cry as she unfastened the front of the bra, and Lacy reached forward to fondle her breasts.

"Such lovely skin." Lacy cooed.

"Thank you Ma'am." Jennifer closed her eyes as she stood there helplessly being fondled by the beautiful girl.

"Now turn around for me. Goood." Lacy spoke softly yet firmly. I was impressed with her tone.

"Now bend over and grab your pretty little ankles for me."

Jennifer obeyed and bent over. Her ass looked amazing in the black silk thong. I could feel myself getting hard.

"Ah-ah ... keep your knees straight. That's it. Ass up please. Oh yes, that is quite lovely. Oh lets see you spread your legs wider for me, please. No, wider. There we go."

Lacy placed her left palm on the small of Jennifer's back, just above her ass, then she reached forward gingerly with her right hand, pulled the thong to one side, and carefully placed her fingers in Jennifer's pussy.

Jennifer gasped and tensed up her legs and reflexively clenched her ass. But Lacy's fingers were already in.

"Oooo! look how wet my little princess is!" Lacy turned to me. "Oh my gosh look David! Look she even has goose bumps on her ass! She really loves this!"

"Yes she does." I said.

Jennifer was mortified.

"She is beautifully submissive...a true natural. You are a lucky man!"

"Yes I am." I smiled.

"Aren't you princess?" She slapped Jennifer's ass playfully.

"Yes... Ma'am." I heard Jennifer's voice crack a bit. It was as if she was starting to cry. She hadn't cried for me in a very long time. This must have been excruciatingly humiliating for her.

Lacy pumped her fingers in and out very slowly. She guided Jennifer's hips with her other hand. "c'mon princess, push back on mama's fingers. That's it. Thaaat's it.

Jennifer was know thrusting her ass back and forth as best she could with what little leverage she had while standing bent over grabbing her ankles. I could hear her sniffling as she struggled to fuck herself on Lacy's long slender fingers. It was spectacular.

Watching Jennifer get dominated by someone else was a different experience for me. I could see her whole body straining, struggling to maintain balance. I could see her striving to feel more pleasurable friction as she desperately fucked herself. While at the same time, completely mortified at her own vulgar display.

I could see her long ponytail fall over the top of her head, exposing the back of her neck. The intricate muscles in her back flexed and contracted. Jennifer's breasts were the smallish and firm but bent over like this, they had a nice gentle sway as her body rocked back and forth.

Finally I interrupted. Jennifer looked over at me in horror. She knew her real punishment was about to begin. She closed her eyes and let out an unintentional whine as Lacy removed her fingers.

I commanded Jennifer to stand to her feet. My tone was angry, and I could tell by her blush that she was embarrassed to be taking an order from me in front of Lacy, but she obeyed dutifully.

I made her turn to face us, drop her panties to the ground and had her stand there for a moment, completely naked. Just like before at Scott's place, we could all see that Jennifer's mons pubis had become red, and her labia were plump and swollen. Her pussy swelled up so nicely when she became aroused. With her pussy completely shaved, she knew that we could see it. We could see how the offense had aroused her. There was nothing she could do to hide it. I wanted her to feel her enslavement and I wanted the anticipation of the punishment to build. I made her stand there for a while.

"Damn," Scott said, "they looked hot together. We should make them get it on. Put on a little show for us."

Lacy smiled and raised her eyebrow. Jennifer looked straight ahead and took a breath.

"Maybe someday, but not today." I said. "Little Miss Kim has been a very bad girl."

Jennifer closed her eyes, furrowed her brow, and crossed her forearms in front of her belly.

"And she deserves to be punished."

Seeing Jennifer standing bent over had given me an idea. It was something I had fantasized about before, but now I had the tools and the opportunity to actually do it.

I got the wooden footstool from the kitchen and my cordless drill. I drilled a hole in the middle of the stool's seat. I got a long deck screw from the plastic box in my junk drawer, and the large pink rubber dildo from the bag of stuff I bought at the adult store downtown. I inserted the screw upward from under the seat and into the base of the dildo, so that the dildo stood straight up from the middle of the stool.

Jennifer looked at it in horror. It was obvious that she would have to sit on the stool, and fuck herself on the dildo.

But I surprised her again. Instead of sitting on the stool, I made her stand and bend forward over the stool. Instead of grabbing her ankles, she had to grab the sides of the stools seat, with the dildo standing straight up, inches from her face. Once she was steady, I commanded her to give the big pink dildo a nice, wet blowjob.

Lacy watched intensely as Jennifer leaned forward to wrap her lips around the head of the pink rubber phallus.

"Show our guests what a good little cocksucker you are Jennifer." I said.

Jennifer closed her eyes again and bobbed her head up and down on the dildo. I had to remind her to keep her ass up and her knees straight. She looked incredible from that distance. She was bent over and straining to keep her balance. She gripped the sides of the stool so tightly, that the muscles on the back of her hands flexed and danced. Every curve of her fair, lithe body was concentrated on performing the blowjob on the dildo, wile simultaneously struggling to stand upright, She had to spread her stance a bit to maintain he balance which offered a perfect view of her pink-lipped pussy from behind.

As she sucked on the dido and shifted her weight uncomfortably, I went into the bedroom to get the black leather flogger from the same bag as before.

I stood behind her as she stood bent over, naked and servicing the dildo.

I raised the flogger high and whipped her gorgeous little butt.

Jennifer let out a high-pitched "Hmmmmph!" around the dildo. as the leather straps snapped across her vulnerable flesh.

I flogged her two more times. There were pink stripes on Jennifer's bare ass almost immediately. She paused for a moment to collect herself, but then without being told, Jennifer continued the rhythmic sucking of the dildo, which was now wet and shiny from her saliva.

"You were a bad girl Jennifer." I said. "You did not wear your earrings as I had instructed. I whipped her again. She whined pathetically with her lips still around the dildo, bobbing up and down like a good little slave: submissive and eager to please.

I flogged her a few more times while scolding her. Her SLUT earrings were jingling a constant reminder to her of what she was, and what she had done. Her cheeks and back began to glisten slightly as she strained to keep her composure while sucking the dildo and simultaneously being flogged.

I noticed that Lacy was watching with a slight smile on her face. But Scott looked as if he was studying me, and my actions instead of Jennifer's struggle. I told him to get the hoops he had made.

I ordered Jennifer to stop to take off her SLUT earrings and hand them to Lacy. After she did as she was told, I made her bend over again. But instead of having her suck on the dildo, I made her hold still while I threaded the hoop through the hole in her left earlobe.

"Hold still Jennifer." I said. "Don't move at all."

She froze. "Now I am going to solder these together, so be careful not to move at all" I said. "I wouldn't want to scar that beautiful skin of yours."

I pinched the hoop together so that the ends of the wire touched as far away from her skin as possible. I motioned for Scott to begin the soldering.

It only took a second, and then three seconds to cool. We repeated the process on the other ear. Other than a bit of a tug on her earlobe, Jennifer did not feel a thing.

"Now keep sucking that cock, slut." I said. "Get it nice and wet."

I am not sure if she realized that the hoops had really been soldered on, and that there was no way for her to remove them at all.

"Faster." I said and spanked her naked ass with my bare hand. She increased her pace, but did not go as deep.

"Get it wetter." I spanked her again. She whined with the dildo in her mouth, straining her jaw and stretching her lips. The dildo was wet and shined with her saliva.

"Stop." I said and grabbed her by the bicep, powering her to stand upright. I line of saliva stretched from the head of the dildo to her lower lip as she stood. Jennifer looked to see if Lacy was watching her. She was.

I made Jennifer stand facing Scott and Lacy. She stood over the stool with the dildo standing upward pointing at her pussy, just 12 to 14 inches away. The expression on her face was a mix of embarrassment and dread. She knew what she was going to have to do. "Jennifer," I said calmly. "I want you to squat down and touch your pussy to the tip of the dildo, but do not let it penetrate."

The embarrassed dread expression intensified. "Yes, Master."

She began to squat, we could see her thigh muscles flex as she lowered herself to the tip of the dildo. She breathed hard, hissing air through her clenched teeth.

"Now Jennifer, you understand that you are not to remove your earrings again, right?

"Yes Master" She squeaked, her face twisting out of discomfort and shame.

"Good. Now tell me; did it feel good to have Lacy's fingers in your pussy?"

Jennifer's eyes popped open wide. Lacy smiled.

"Y -- yes Master."

"How good?"

"Um. Very good Master."

"On a scale of 0 to 10... 0 being no feeling at all, 9 being an orgasm, and 10 being a squirting orgasm like you had on Scott's dining room table..."

Scott snickered. Jennifer looked mortified.

I continued, "... how would you rate the feeling that Lacy's fingers gave you?"

She looked confused.

"0 to 10, Jennifer. how would you rate it?"

"Um .. uh ... uh ..."

"Yes?"

" A six Master?"

"aww!" Lacy said. She and Scott laughed.

Jennifer's quadriceps started shaking as she squatted.

"Okay, that will be a good benchmark. Now, I want you to lower yourself, slowly, on to the dildo." She knew it was coming, but she still closed her eyes in shame as she reluctantly reached down with her right hand to spread her labia enough to allow the dildo to penetrate her. She gasped.

"That's it. Slowly."

The dildo was longer and thicker than my own cock. Considering the fact that she had only dated Asian guys before me, this may have been the biggest thing to ever penetrate her. She continued to gasp repeatedly as she lowered herself on to the head.

"Stop" I said. "No how does that feel?"

"It hurts Master"

"No I mean on the 0 to 10 scale."

"Ughhh! Uhh ... a ...a two Master"

"A two?!"

"Unngg .... It really hurts Master."

"Don't worry. It will get better as your pussy expands to accommodate it. Now raise yourself a little and then push down a little further."

"hhhnngggg"

"There you go. Slowly."

The rubber cock was filling her up, stretching her out, powering her vagina to let it in.

"Up a little and back down."

"sssssss. Y-yes Master."

"Good girl. Now how does it feel?"

"Um ... a .. a three I guess Master."

"A three? Okay good so it's starting to feel a little better then?"

She took a quick breath. "Yes Master."

"Now I want you to fuck yourself at your own pace, but every time you come up I want you to tell us what the rating is. Understand?

"Yes Master." She looked like she was about to cry. I know that look. She was completely humiliated to fuck herself in front of us and then to also report on how it felt.

She went down and back up. "Three master."

And then again. "Ughh 3.5 Master"

She went down, deeper this time.

"hhhhh ... 5 Master."

"Heh," Scott said "she skipped 4"

She went down again and back up, a little more quickly

"5 Master."

I could see that conflict in her again. It was that conflict between her dignity and her desire. She hated performing like this, but at the same time, she loved the feeling it gave her.

She was breathing harder and fucking more fluidly.

"sss- six Master. OOOhhhhh"

She was pumping hard enough that she wasn't calling a score on every upward stroke, but it was okay.

"Ughh uhh uGhh. Seven Master."

She was sweating, and there was a tear on her left cheek. Her breasts bounced slightly and she fucked.

"ss-ss-ss-seven point five Master."

I stood up and approached her.

"Oh god. Oh my God. 8 Master. Oh god 8."

She was fucking harder and faster, forgetting her embarrassment and shame as her orgasm approached and began to consume her.

"Stop!" I shouted and grabbed onto her arms, preventing her from going back down"

"UUUgghhhhhhhh!!!" She wailed and her pelvis thrusted uncontrollably as I lifted her off the dildo. I could almost see the mouth of her pussy clenching and grasping for the friction and fullness that was no longer there.

"Ohhhhh!" Lacy shouted as Scott laughed and clapped his hands once.

"Nadu." I commanded sternly.

She was desperate and disappointed with a pleading expression on her face, completely devoid of self-consciousness. She just wanted to cum, and that was it.

"Pleeease Master..."

"NADU!" It was the Gorean command to kneel. Jennifer obeyed and knelt to the ground with her hands on her thighs. Then, as her situation, and the events that transpired came into focus, she began to cry.

I looked at Lacy. She was looking at me. I could see that she was looking at me differently. I could see desire in her eyes.

I smiled. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes, Sir" Lacy said without breaking eye contact with me. That was the first time she had called me "Sir". I don't think Scott noticed.

"Yeah that was pretty cool." Scott said. "Okay, I think she should at least suck me off since I was so nice about sharing Lacy with her and helping her with her earrings."

Lacy turned to him, and knelt on the floor as she reached for his belt. "I can help you with that, Sir." Clearly she was turned on and wanted some action.

Scott stood and grabbed a handful of her hair as she knelt and pulled her head back.

"Nuh uh." He said. "I am ready to fuck you right now."

She stood up and he turned her around and bent her over so that she was holding on the stool Jennifer had used. Scott lifted her thin black skirt up over her back and pulled her pink cotton panties down to her knees. Her ass was small, but a bit more curvy and muscular than Jennifer's. He slapped her ass rather dismissively.

She moaned as he held on to her hips and entered her from behind.

He nodded at me towards her head. "Go ahead" He said.

Now of course, Lacy was an attractive girl, and normally I would jump at the chance to get a blowjob from her. But I hesitated. There was something weird about doing a sexual act in front of Jennifer. But I knew I could not let my feelings get in the way. Jennifer was my slave, not my girlfriend. Furthermore, she was being punished. So I would make her sit there and watch. If it bothered her, so be it.

I approached Lacy and stroked her shiny thick black hair. She looked up at me. "Yes, Sir." She whispered. "Yes, Sir." I undid my belt, and let her take my cock into her mouth. She sucked it with focused enthusiasm as I held her head with my hand and Scott fucked her from behind. He looked at me, smiling victoriously.

I looked down at Jennifer who was sitting naked in Nadu position, eyes closed and crying.

"Eyes open Jennifer." I said as Lacy sucked my cock.

Jennifer frowned with eyes full of tears. Her expression was not just offense and shame ... in some way I think she may have been upset that another girl was sucking my cock. I don't think I would call it jealousy, but, I don't know what you would call it. Maybe she felt like she lost.

"This is part of the punishment. You have to watch. Now put your hands behind your neck and stick your tits out."

She did it right away. Goddamn, she was so obedient...so submissive. Seeing her like that with her back arched, her breasts sticking out while she cried, and her beautiful thighs spread slightly. Seeing her obey so quickly, despite her conflicted emotions, like it was a reflex. She was given an order and she obeyed

That's what did it for me. I came hard into Lacy's mouth. I held her head with both hands and thrusted into her. If felt so good, I got a little lightheaded as the last spurts shot down her eager throat.

Scott was smiling and watching me cum. At that moment he came also. As he came he started calling Lacy a fucking bitch and a cheap fucking whore as he spanked her ass hard. I thought it was surprisingly harsh, but that's what made Lacy cum. She moaned and muffled her screams as some of my semen dripped out of her mouth.

* * *

Scott, Lacy and I collapsed on the couch. Jennifer, still naked, continued to kneel with her chest thrust out. She had stopped crying, but her cheeks were tearstained.

I told her to put her clothes on but I made her leave her bra and panties off. She just wore jeans and a t-shirt. Lacy said she was hungry, so we went to dinner.

At dinner Jennifer did not really talk. She kept fiddling with her new earrings, turning and turning them, looking for a break in the hoop, or the clasp that just wasn't there.

Lacy asked how Jennifer and I met. I told her we met at school and that Jennifer had been one of my students, which was true. I did not want to tell her about the blackmail.

I said that the first time we were together, was in my lab room in the *** building. I started to describe the first time we actually had sex, rather than the first time we were together and I blackmailed her.

Lacy wanted details. As I spoke, I looked at Jennifer. She was looking down at the table in shame.

"Why don't you tell Lacy about some of our adventures?"

I suddenly realized that this was a great idea. Jennifer had been a like a passenger in all of this, she never had to address what she had done, or what had been done to her.

She would have to sit there, in a public restaurant and describe our encounters. I would make her tell the story, tell what she was thinking and feeling.

Perhaps -- - no definitely. Definitely I would make her rate each experience and each orgasm on a scale from 0 to 10.

I made her start from the beginning.

Scott, Lucy, Jennifer, and I sat at a horseshoe-shaped booth in the moderately crowded Denny's. The girls sat next to each other while Scott and I sat on each end.

I later learned that Lucy was gently stroking Jennifer's thigh as I made her reluctantly and painfully recount the story.

"So," Lucy asked, not trying to hide her excitement, "What did he make you do first?"

Jennifer looked down and took a long hard breath. "He..." She took another breath. "He made me take off my clothes at school."

"At school?" Lucy sounded surprised.

Jennifer closed her eyes and nodded. "In the lab room."

"Wow." Lucy raised her eyebrows. She looked impressed. "Then what happened after you got all nekkid?"

"He touched me."

"Where?"

"My... my breasts."

"Where else?"

"Down there."

"Ha Ha! What? Down where sweetie?"

Jennifer closed her eyes. "My ... my vagina."

"And tell them how wet you where that first time." I said.

She opened her eyes. "I wasn't!" she whispered.

"Ha. You sure were." I said, "You were practically dripping."

Jennifer put her elbows on the table and held her head up with her hands. It was *******ing her to be talked to like this, so casually, so matter-of-fact.

"It's okay honey," Lucy played with her straw in her teeth "What happened next?"

Without looking up, Jennifer spoke with a feeble voice. "Then he spanked me."

"While you stood there? Over the knee?" Lucy was relentless.

"Over the knee." I said. Jennifer didn't move.

"Oooo, nice." Lucy smiled "My favorite!" She turned to Scott. "Why don't YOU ever spank me over your knee?"

"Maybe you haven't been bad enough." Scott smiled. Lucy slapped his arm playfully. The mood between the three of us was light and jovial, but for Jennifer it was ***.

I took a sip of coffee.

"What else did he do in that lab room sweetie?" Lucy asked.

I could see Jennifer blush as she held her forehead in her hands.

"Hmm?" Lucy persisted.

"He made me say things." Jennifer said softly.

Lucy leaned forward and spoke as softly as Jennifer had. "Like what?"

"Just ... stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Like... Like I was a bad girl. Stuff like that."

I suddenly felt a twinge of embarrassment myself.

"Ooo!" Lucy lit up. "He made you say that you were a bad girl while he spanked you?"

Jennifer nodded shamefully.

"What else?"

Jennifer took a slow breath. "And that I was a slut."

"Are you?"

"No!" Jennifer sounded like she was about to cry.

"And then he made me talk like a fob."

"Like a what?" Scott asked.

"A fob." Lucy answered "F.O.B. Stands for 'Fresh off the boat'. Oh my god ... like ... he made you talk with an accent?"

Jennifer nodded with her eyes closed.

"What did you have to say?"

Jennifer was silent.

At that moment I did not want her to answer. I think I was feeling a bit of shame about what I had made her do. I was about to tell her that she did not have to go on... but then she answered.

"Me love you long time."

Lucy looked at me in wide-mouthed horror. "You didn't!" She hissed.

I felt a little sick to my stomach. Maybe that had crossed the line. I wanted this exercise to be over. But suddenly Jennifer continued without being prompted.

"Then I had to buy black underwear and wear it for him..."

Lucy did not break her stare at me. I looked back at her as if to say "What?" Scott's smile widened as he leaned back in his seat.

"..and dance for him" Jennifer said.

Lucy closed her mouth and looked at Jennifer. "Dance? To music?"

"No. No music"

I thought to myself that I could not remember ever making her dance.

"I just had to move my hips around."

Oh that's right. I had made her wag her ass around for me.

"Then I had to do work."

"Work?" Scott asked.

Jennifer took another deep breath. "I had to do some filing."

"In the nude!?" Lucy asked.

Jennifer nodded. "Then I had to ... service him."

"How?"

"Um ... Orally."

"Nice." Scott said and took a sip of his take.

"Then he took me to the mall, and then the sex shop."

"The one downtown?" Lucy asked.

Jennifer nodded. "I had to try outfits on. And he let everyone watch. He even let one guy touch me."

"Eww!" Lucy laughed.

"And then he made me get my ears pierced." Jennifer said sadly.

"Oh but they look good on you!" Lucy said.

Jennifer rubbed her temples. "And then we went to the apartment downtown."

"Scott's apartment?"

Jennifer nodded, still rubbing her temples. "And He made me strip again and parade around."

"Oh I know what we did next." Scott looked at me with a big grin. Jennifer did not speak.

"What?" Lucy said. "What did you do next?" It was obvious that Lucy was excited and she enjoyed putting Jennifer on the spot.

Jennifer still did not speak.

"Well?" I said finally

"I had... I had to get on the table."

"The big kitchen table?"

Jennifer nodded once and hung her head in shame.

"Then what?" Lucy asked, obviously excited.

"Then they taped up my wrists and ankles...

"Yes?"

"... and ... shaved me."

"No Way!" Lucy's eyes opened wide.

I took a sip of coffee. "And then you came pretty hard when I finger fucked you. Didn't you?"

She froze.

"Didnt You?"

"Yes.. sir."

"Rate it."

Her breathing increased and she crossed her arms across her chest.

"0 to 10 Jennifer. Give that orgasm a rating."

"Nine Sir."

"Woa!" Lucy and Scott said in unimister. Jennifer covered her face with her hands. It felt like having to talk about these experiences and rate them was even more humiliating than the experiences themselves.

"What then?"

"Then the next time I had to go to Master's apartment to learn all of the Gorean positions."

"Ooo," Lucy cooed. "Which one did you hate the most?

"Entice."

"Entice?" Lucy asked "I don't know that one."

"I invented it." I said "Why don't you describe it Jennifer?"

I could see her blushing deeply.

"I got on all fours." She breathed deeply as if she were about to cry.

"That's it?" Lucy sounded disappointed.

"No." I said, "what else did you have to do Jennifer?"

She sat silently and finally said 'I had to entice by wagging my hips."

"Oh wow! You had to wag your ass like a puppy!"

At that moment the waitress had come by to fill our coffees. She obviously caught the last line about Jennifer wagging her ass like a puppy. Lucy covered her mouth and giggled as if to say 'oops!'. Jennifer was clearly mortified.

"Then?"

"And then... I had to beg."

"Beg for what?"

"Beg to ... to ... finish."

"To finish?"

"I had to beg to ... " She dropped to a whisper "...to reach climax."

"He made you beg to cum?"

Jennifer nodded.

"And so ... you did it? You really begged for it?"

Jennifer nodded again. Her shame was agonizingly apparent.

"SO? Did you cum?"

Jennifer looked down and nodded slowly.

"How did he do it??"

"With his fingers."

I started to feel less ashamed. "What would you rate that one Jennifer? 0-10."

She thought for a moment. "8, Sir."

"Not bad." Scott said.

"Then I had to shower while he videotaped me."

"Oh, that's just creepy." Lucy said, laughing.

"And then," Jennifer looked forward "And then we did it."

"Did what?"

"We ... had sex."

"Oh right ... up to that point you two hadn't had actual sex ... So how would you rate that first time together."

I felt my stomach drop. I did not want her to answer that. I don't know why. Maybe it was just regular male machismo. I just did not want her to rate our straight sexual encounter.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and she gave it a 10.

I felt an incredible rush of relief, and an unexplainable affection for her.

After Jennifer finished, Lucy told about a few of her own adventures. But there was a big difference between the two of them. Lucy was confident, self-assured, almost proud of her submissive exploits, which made Jennifer feel even more ashamed.

It was clear that having to recount the events of her presentation was painfully humiliating for Jennifer. But this is the paradox of the true sub. The more hauntingly humiliating something is, the more sexually aroused she becomes.

Up until now, Jennifer was just a somewhat willing victim. She could lay back and let these things happen to her. But having to talk about it .... Being powerd to talk about it and how it affected her was thus far the most humiliating experience for her.

But the offense makes her wet, and since she was forbidden to wear panties on that night, she clearly developed a dark wet spot on the crotch of her jeans. This amused me and it clearly amused Scott. Jennifer was, of course, completely mortified. The wet spot was quite visible. Totally unmistakeable.

Lucy chuckled and took her to the restroom. As she walked across the restaurant, a couple at another booth looked at Jennifer's crotch, then her face, and then whispered to each other with a giggle. They knew. Jennifer walked quickly to the restroom hoping that no one else would notice her wet spot.

Scott and I did not know what was going on in that restroom. Unbeknownst to us, Lucy actually gave Jennifer some commands.

Lucy told Jennifer to take off her shoes and hand over her jeans. Jennifer obeyed and stood naked from the waist down in the ladies restroom. She knew anyone could walk in at anytime.

Lucy told her to sit in the stall.

Jennifer obeyed with a great sense of relief.

Then Lucy ordered her to masturbate. Jennifer hesitated. Lucy said: "Do it, Jennifer, I don't want to have to watch you, and you definitely do not want me to come in there and help you do you?"

Jennifer felt another surge of erotic embarrassment.

"Just get it out of your system. Make yourself cum and be done with it while I dry your jeans."

Jennifer heard the hand dryer start up and she knew that Lucy was using it to dry the wet stain on her jeans.

She knew what she had to do. She had never done anything like this before, but she reached down, probed for her clit and rubbed it until she came.

The hand dryer was loud and covered any sounds she made. It was a spectacular orgasm, all built up from the talk at the table. She didn't want to stop. She kept rubbing and rubbing until she came a second time, sitting on the toilet at Denny's.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

After the girls left the table and were out of earshot, Scott asked: "Who do you think is hotter?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"I think Jennifer is prettier," Scott said "But Lucy is sexier. You would never guess such a sweet-looking girl is so freaky."

"I don't know. I stopped guessing a long time ago."

"You know what would be interesting? To have them both at the same time."

"No!" I said ... maybe a little too quickly and emphatically.

"Whoa, settle down." Scott said "I'm sorry, I forgot how emotionally attached you are to her."

"Fuck you!" I laughed.

"I mean seriously Dave, emotionally speaking, you are as much a slave to her as she is to you. Maybe even more so."

"What?!"

"Yep. That's the difference between you and me. You are so deeply into her, that you couldn't bear the thought of losing her, even for one night" He said. "While I, on the other hand have complete control over Lucy, sexually and emotionally."

"Dude, That is complete bullcuckolds brownie."

"Okay", Scott said calmly, "then let me borrow her for a night."

"Fuck no! Why don't YOU let me have Lucy for a night?"

"Lucy is too much for you. And she is way too much for Jennifer."

"Too much?"

"Lucy is, shall we say, complex."

"Complex?"

"She switches you know. A bisexual switch. She literally does it all."

"So?"

"So you have to really understand her to dominate her, and you don't even truly understand your own sub."

"What the fuck? I totally understand Jennifer. Dude, YOU are the one who is new at this."

"Okay imagine this: We make the two of them make love. You and I would just sit back and watch. If we made the two of them make love for our entertainment, without any instructions, then who would dominate whom?

"Lucy would dominate Jennifer. She has already started."

"You think so?"

"Absolutely."

"I think Jennifer would dominate Lucy."

"No chance. Lucy switches. Jennifer never has. Not even close."

"Lucy only dominated Jennifer because I told her to. If she is left to her own devices, she is a natural sub. But more importantly, she has more experience, so she would have discipline and restraint. Jennifer can't even keep her pants from getting wet at fucking Denny's"

"That's because we were making her talk. It embarrassed her, and that's what turned her on."

"My point is that, faced with arousal, regardless of how it occurred, she couldn't control herself."

"So?"

"So Jennifer would lose control first, and eventually dominate Lucy out of frustration. Lucy knows that she will, and she can just wait it out until she gets what she wants. And what she wants is Jennifer to dominate her." Scott fiddled with his napkin. "And If I know Lucy, which I do, she will be soft and sensual. Eventually Jennifer would get so excited she wouldn't be able to contain herself. She would push Lucy's head down between her legs, grasping Lucy's hair with both hands and grinding her pussy into Lucy'smouth. She would make Lucy lick her clit until she cums."

"There is no way Jennifer would do that." I said.

"She would." Scott sounded self-assured. "What I am saying here is that you don't really understand your sub. If the two of them made love on my living room floor in front of us, then Lucy would assume the submissive role."

"No fucking way. No way."

"Now it might be subtle, and I concede that it will probably take a while" Scott said, looking away, "but I will bet you anything, Jennifer dominates, Lucy licks pussy first, and Jennifer cums first."

"No WAY!" I laughed, "Look, Jennifer will do JUST as she is told, and nothing more. I don't care if it takes all night. She will only kiss Lucy, if Lucy kisses her first."

I took a take of water. "In fact, she is not going to hug, kiss, caress or do anything unless she is explicitly told to do so. She will lie there like a dead fish unless she is specifically ordered to do something different. No way in HELL she would make someone lick HER pussy. Jennifer NEEDS to be commanded. Lucy would definitely cum first. Hell, Jennifer might not even cum at all."

Scott looked at me with an eyebrow raised, "You wanna bet?"

"Fuck, not another bet."

"This one is simple. I say Jennifer will assume the dominant role. If I am wrong, then Lucy assumes the dominant role, and she makes Jennifer lick her pussy first, and Lucy cums first; then you are right and you win." He paused. "But if Jennifer makes Lucy lick first, then I win."

Easy money. "What are we betting then?"

"A three-way." He said. "You win, Lucy goes home with the two of you. If I win, then Jennifer spends the night at my place. Sex only. Nothing crazy."

"Ha! You got a bet."

As we shook hands I laughed to myself. There was no way Jennifer would dominate another permister.

"And of course," Scott added. "No additional instructions from either of us."

"Of course."

"And if neither of them licks the other's pussy, then the bet is off."

"Absolutely."

"Absolutely what?" Lucy asked as she and Jennifer returned to the table. Jennifer looked flushed, but the wet spot was gone.

"Absolutely nothing" Scott said, picking up the check and standing up, "Let's go back to my place."

Jennifer looked more troured than confused at that point. She and Lucy moved the table and returned to the rug between us. They were a little unsure whom they should face. "Okay." Scott clapped his hands once and leaned forward. The girls turned to face him. "Now the two of you are going to put on a little show for us."

The girls froze.

"I want the two of you to make love." He said, smiling. "Right here, Right now, right on this rug."

Lucy turned slightly and looked at Jennifer. Jennifer turned and looked at me. I saw horror in Jennifer's face. I knew she had never been with another woman in this way. She had been masturbated by Monique as she lay on the table during the football game, but this was different. This time she was going to have to participate.

Her facial expression changed from shock to a desperate imploring. She was begging me with her eyes. She was begging me to not make her do it. I looked at her gravely and nodded once. She knew she was going to have to go through with it.

They faced each other awkwardly like a couple of junior-high kids at their first school dance. They faced each other in their jeans and tight t-shirts. They weren't sure what to do. Finally, Lucy smiled, took Jennifer's chin between her thumb and forefinger, and leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

Jennifer stood frozen. Her lips shut tightly, refusing to return the quick, soft peck of a kiss. Lucy backed away slightly, but kept her hand on Jennifer's chin. Jennifer crossed her arms in front of her chest, as if to protect herself. Lucy smiled broadly and said "Oh you are so CUTE!".

She leaned in again, this time kissing her longer.

Jennifer closed her eyes, not to enjoy the kiss, but to wish this whole scene simply was not actually happening.

Lucy reached up with her other hand and placed her palm on the back of Jennifer's head as she continued to nibble her lips upon Jennifer's frozen, non-reciprocating mouth.

She stopped kissing and gave Jennifer a soft, quick tap on the cheek.

"Kiss me back!" Lucy whispered to her. "Put your arms around me!"

Despite the complete look of disgust on Jennifer's pretty face, she slowly, reluctantly, wrapped her arms around Lucy's slender torso, barely touching her back with her fingertips.

"That's it." Lucy smiled.

She closed her eyes again as Lucy approached and this time the two of them kissed each other.

This elated me. It was a not-so-subtle moment of domination. Just as I had predicted, Lucy was going to dominate Jennifer.

Lucy moved her hand off of Jennifer's chin and wound it around the small of her back. She pulled Jennifer's body closer and pressed her pelvis into her. Jennifer opened her eyes and looked uncomfortable at how tightly Lucy was pressing into her. She broke away from the kiss, a thin line of saliva stretching between the two girls' lips.

Lucy did not slow down. She leaned her head in and sucked on the side of Jennifer's neck, just below her ear. Jennifer gasped and closed her eyes as her hoop earring laid upon Lucy's cheek.

I could see that Lucy was squeezing her tightly. Jennifer looked helpless and paralyzed as Lucy gently gnawed on her neck. But she was starting to resist less and her breath was audible.

It was clear that Jennifer was starting to get turned on by Lucy's kiss.

Lucy started to moan ... or it was more like a hum. She moved her head in little circles as she sucked on Jennifer's neck.

Jennifer opened her eyes again and looked over Lucy's shoulder at me. She had that helpless pathetic expression on her face. It was that expression she would get when she would get humiliated by what was turning her on, while simultaneously being turned on by what was humiliating her. The cycle was starting again and there was nothing she could do about it.

While Jennifer was looking at me, Lucy slid her hand down to squeeze her ass. Jennifer's eyes widened. She looked like she was sinking in quicksand. But I could see her nipples hardening under her t-shirt. I remembered that Jennifer had been braless for the entire evening, even at Denny's. Then, as if on cue, Lucy reached for the hem of Jennifer's top and, despite Jennifer's initial reflex to resist, Lucy peeled it off of her, exposing her breasts.

"Kneel down, please" Lucy said softly to her as she guided her down to the rug. Both of them kneeled, facing each other. Lucy kissed her again as she wrapped one arm around her naked back, and fondled one of her breasts with her other hand.

Jennifer's eyes were closed in resignation.

I loved seeing this. I loved seeing Lucy, gently dominate her. Jennifer was such a natural sub, there was nothing she could do but obey.

Lucy leaned forward. "Lean back, please" She smiled.

Jennifer did as she was told and leaned back as Lucy slid her hand from Jennifer's breast, down her taut belly, and to the waistband of her jeans. Jennifer looked down helplessly as Lucy tugged at her waistband and unbuttoned her jeans.

"Lay back, please" Lucy smiled.

Jennifer brought her legs from underneath herself, and set her ass down on the rug. Lucy slowly, pulled Jennifer's jeans down her hips, exposing her shaven pussy, and drawing the jeans over her perfect white-golden thighs. Jennifer squeezed her eyes closed and blushed, as she lay completely nude before us.

Lucy crawled forward and looked at her face until she opened her eyes. When she did, Lucy smiled and planted a kiss on her lips. Jennifer was on her back, and Lucy was on her hands and knees above her. Lucy arched her back like a lioness, and Jennifer was her helpless prey.

"How is our little soldier doing?" Lucy said, and slid her right hand down to Jennifer's pussy. She, of course, was referring to Jennifer's clit.

Jennifer squirmed and gasped as Lucy's fingers burrowed into her pussy and found her clit.

"Well, well, well" Lucy chuckled. "Feels like he's getting there."

Lucy rubbed Jennifer's clit and Jennifer lay there squirming and whimpering.

"Is our little soldier getting there Jennifer? Is he getting all wet?" Lucy spoke to her slowly, almost condescendingly, but still with a great amount of affection.

Jennifer kept her eyes closed and said nothing.

"Is he Jennifer?" She said as she leaned in, almost to kiss her lips. She hovered over her, her lips within an inch of Jennifer's mouth.

"Is he all wet Jennifer?" she whispered into Jennifer's lips.

Jennifer breathed hard as Lucy rubbed and squeezed her clit.

"Oooo ... does he like what I'm doing to him?" She whispered.

Jennifer was still.

"Does ... he ... like it?" Lucy whispered. "Does he Jennifer? Does he like it?"

"Yes..." Jennifer said in a barely audible whisper.

"Does he like it Jennifer? I couldn't hear you sweetie."

"Y-yes" Jennifer said with her eyes shut tightly. Her hips had stopped squirming.

"Does he want more?"

"Hpmph"

"All you have to do is ask."

"nnnghh..."

"Just say 'more please', sweetie!"

"aaahhhh"

"What do you say Jennifer?"

"mmm.."

"What's that?"

"mmm..more ... p-please..." Jennifer whispered feebly. Her hips had started to just barely rock.

Lucy smiled, and gingerly removed her fingers from Jennifer's pussy.

"Unghh!" Jennifer said, losing control of herself as her hips bucked slightly, begging for more.

"Oh don't worry silly, there will be more later."

Jennifer opened her eyes, snapping out of the trance she was in and feeling completely mortified that she had actually just asked for more, from a girl, in front of us.

"Roll over, please sweetie." Lucy whispered passionately.

Jennifer glared at her and quickly shot glances at both Scott and myself. Lucy did not allow Jennifer much room to roll over, but she managed. She lay under Lucy, naked and prone, as she buried her head in her arms.

Lucy kneeled up while letting her hands slide down Jennifer's shoulder blades to her waist. "Oh what a pretty little ass!" she said and squeezed each of Jennifer's cheeks with both hands.

"Your ass is cute in jeans, but it is SO lovely when it is bare like this."

She squeezed and kneaded Jennifer's ass. "It's so soft and firm! I love it!"

Lucy reached and grasped each of Jennifer's hips.

"Come on, sweetie. Ass up." She pulled Jennifer's hips back. "Ass up for me."

Jennifer obeyed. I loved the way Jennifer's hips, ass and lower back looked whenever she was in doggy position like that, with her ass in the air, submissively available. I liked to command her to entice me by bumping and grinding it and wagging it around slowly. But Lucy looked content just to hold her by the hips and press her pelvis into her as if she was fucking her from behind.

"Mmmmm" Lucy purred. "That's my good little piggy."

She ground her pelvis into Jennifer's ass, in a sort of, mammalian domination display. There was something additionally sexy about the fact that Lucy was completely dressed, while Jennifer was completely naked. Jennifer just seemed to let her have her way with her. She lay there completely submissive.

Lucy spanked her lightly -- not to hurt as much as to assert her dominance -- and chuckled. "Such a pretty little piggy!"

She reached forward and grabbed a handful of Jennifer's long silky brown hair and pulled her head back.

Jennifer winced and lifted her body up.

Lucy pulled Jennifer until she was in a kneeling position. She reached around and cupped Jennifer's breast like she owned it.

"So are we going to put on a nice little show for these fine gentlemen?"

"Yes." Jennifer whimpered on the verge of tears.

"Good" Lucy smiled and kissed Jennifer on the neck. "We each have a part to play, and I want you to do exactly as you are told. Understand sweetie?"

"Y-yes,"

"Okay ... now stand up and turn around to face me."

Jennifer reluctantly stood and turned to face Lucy. Lucy remained kneeling.

"Now," Lucy said. "Slap me."

Jennifer stood, confused.

"I said slap me. Slap my face"

Jennifer looked down at her and, still confused, weakly slapped Lucy's face.

"Harder."

Jennifer slapped her.

"Now call me a name and slap me again"

Jennifer looked at me. I honestly did not know what Lucy was doing either.

"What name?"

"Any name. Insult me and slap my face. Do it. Do it Now."

"Uh ... Slut?" Jennifer sounded like she was asking a question and slapped Lucy's face again.

"MMMM ... Yes, I am a slut Ma'am!" Lucy said. "Now take off my clothes."

Jennifer looked at her.

"Do it!" Lucy hissed.

Jennifer reluctantly leaned forward and removed Lucy's top.

"Slap me again and call me a slut."

"Uh.... Okay." Jennifer slapped her and said "Slut." without a hint of emotion.

"Make me take my pants off!"

"Uh ..."

"Yes Ma'am! I will take off my clothes for you!" Lucy said. "I will strip for you Ma'am!"

Jennifer stood there, completely confounded. This was weird. I did not know where Lucy was going either. I did not really care as she stripped off her clothes. Lucy had a hot little body. It looked like she worked out a little more than Jennifer did, and her
skin
was more fair. It looked like she did not have an ounce of fat on her. She had small but perky b-cups. Her nipples were small and light pink, almost invisible. Her pussy was shaven. Her ass was smallish and tight.

"Now make me kiss your pussy!" Lucy said.

"Wh--?"

I snapped out of it. Wait a minute.

"Do it! Tell me to kiss it!"

"Uh .. kiss it?"

"Yes Ma'am!" Lucy smiled broadly and thrust her face into Jennifer's naked pussy. She reached her hands around to Jennifer's ass.

Jennifer clenched up and raised her hands up.

"Lay down" Lucy whispered.

Jennifer hesitated and lay down.

"Spread your legs."

Jennifer obeyed.

Lucy started licking Jennifer's pussy.

Jennifer gasped.

"MMM ... Make me!" Lucy said, muffled. "Hold my head and make me."

Jennifer placed her palms on Lucy's head.

Scott clapped once and smiled, and just like that, the bet was lost.

I sat there trying to figure out what had happened. I was still a bit stunned.

Jennifer, meanwhile was being orally serviced by a woman for the first time. She had that confused expression on her face, as she felt humiliated yet aroused. She took a sudden deep breath as she came fast and hard.

I could see Lucy was reaching under her own pelvis to finger herself as she tongued Jennifer's clit.

Now Jennifer was grasping hard on Lucy's head, with two clenched fistfuls of hair "UUUnnnggggg!" Jennifer came again.

Lucy sat up, Jennifer released her hair. Lucy shifted her legs around. Jennifer watched as Lucy took a hold of one of her legs and placed it between her own until they we scissoring. Lucy maneuvered her pelvis close to Jennifer', and in the next moment, their pussies were touching. Lucy started grinding her pussy into Jennifer's.

"Ugh ugh uh uhh" Lucy grunted as she pressed her pussy, almost violently against Jennifer's.

Jennifer closed her eyes helplessly, and despite the embarrassment, began to grind into Lucy.

"OHHH yes!" Lucy exclaimed as Jennifer started pushing back. "That's a good little piggy!" Oh yes ... yes ... YEEEEESSS!!!"

After Lucy came they both laid back, exhausted.

"Okay, go get cleaned up."

They each stood and gathered their clothes and went to the bathroom.

"So, " he said smiling "Looks like I won the bet."

My heart sank. Not only was I not going to have the fun of a three way with Jennifer and Lucy...but HE was going to have sex with Jennifer. MY Jennifer! "I tell you what." He said to me as we heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. "I have an alternative option."

"Alternative option?"

"Yeah, instead of having sex with Jennifer, you have to let me practice on her"

"What!?"

"I have my orthodontics final coming up and I need practice putting braces on the teeth of a real permister."

"You want to put ... braces on her? Instead of sex? That makes no sense."

"I can't fail this final. I'm already on
academic
probation."

"So ... instead of sex ... you want to put braces on her teeth?"

"Either hers or yours. It doesn't matter."

"No way you are putting braces on me."

"So make Jennifer do it. Or would you rather have me fucking her?"

"Why don't you put some on Lucy?"

"Lucy is the volunteer for my final. I want to practice first."

I sighed. "Fine. You can put braces on her."

"Sweet." He clapped once and shot over to the little chest next to the antique dentist's chair.

"Wait ... you want to do it NOW?"

"Yep. The final is Thursday."

"Jesus."

"What's the difference if it's today or tomorrow?

"None I guess."

"I don't mind if it's you instead of her. Teeth are teeth."

"No it will be her. I'll get her."

At the time I just couldn't figure out why Scott would turn down a three-way with two hot, submissive Asian girls. For what? to practice putting braces on her teeth? It simply did not make any sense. Well, at the time it did not make any sense.

As I walked toward the bathroom, something made me think that I had been set up from the beginning.

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Jamie Downing or JD to his friends; excitedly burst into to his living room; he told his wife Katie that finally luck was turning to their side. Having been made redundant in the last round of credit crunch closures; he hastily told his wife of his deal with his old boss.

"Old Jack Bennett has agreed to sell me his seven year old white Bentley!" he hastily told her; "and at a real bargain price too!" he continued. "It is easily worth fifteen thousand pounds and he has agreed to sell it to the car to him for only eight thousand!" he almost regretted telling her that for Katie flew into a rage.

She shouted, "What the fuck are you playing at; you know that all your redundancy pay for the job you just lost only amounted to five thousand!"

JD tried to explain, "Yes love but you know we can earn our living from luxury car hire and especially weddings along with your s*******s at flower arranging we can offer a really good service. Old Jack has agreed to give us six months interest free time to pay the remainder of the money"

Suddenly Katie realised he was trying his best to make good the situation and she smiled; but JD hesitated before he smiled. Seeing this Katie sensed she was not told all the facts and so she pressed him for all the details of this great purchase.

JD confessed there was a little matter he had not mentioned; He had agreed as part of the deal that the pair of them would work as servants in old Jacks home each weekend for the length of the interest free period. He then told her that Old Jack had invited them over tomorrow night for the weekend to put all the facts before them as a trial run so to speak.

It took quite a bit of persuading for Katie to eventually agree to join JD in going to Jack's on the Friday night.

At this point I should describe all the characters; Katie 28 year of age, five foot four tall slim build with 38 DD breasts with extremely sensitive nipples and she always keeps her cunt shaved clean.

JD or Jamie; 29 years of age, five foot ten tall, medium build with an average sized circumcised cock of 6 inches in length and 2 inches in diameter.

Old Jack; 52 years old six foot 2 tall and a few extra pounds of padding; his cock is uncircumcised and seven and a half inches in length and almost three inches thick.

Friday afternoon Katie showered and talked her smooth body before walking naked into the bedroom to select what she planned to wear that night; she could not explain why but she felt wickedly horny and excited like a schoolgirl going on her first date; she toyed with the idea of wearing a plain trouser suit which would hide her largish tits but found herself plumping for a short wrap around skirt, white blouse with quarter cup bra and petite panties. She even found herself unable to resist playing with her sensitive nipples as she tried to recall what old Jack looked like.

She was face down on the bed riding her way through her orgasm with three fingers buried deep inside her cunt when she felt a playful slap on her arse. She jumped and turned over to come face to face with her husband Jamie. He teased her that she was fantasising about their forthcoming play night. For every two weeks JD and Katie engaged in fantasy play; one session it would be JD's fantasy and the next they would play out Katie's fantasy. Strange thing was though that the last two or three play sessions the fantasy's seemed to intermingled not just Katie's desires but just as much JD's fantasy too.

The last session two weeks ago had been Katie's fantasy so to speak but she had decided to use a strap on to fuck JD up the arse; but in doing so she had made him shave his cock and balls and wear an old skirt; bra and blouse. Then she insisted on make him up with full make up; she noticed as soon a she had in put on the bra, his cock began stirring and by the time she applied the final touches of the lipstick, he was sporting a fully fledged stiffy.

Then with JD on his knees he was made to such the strap on rubber cock as if it was a real one and once it was soaking wet in his saliva he had to beg to be fucked; Katie took great delight in calling him all the names a slut and tart loves before slowly sticking the rubber cock deep into his boy pussy. She was amazed that he actually spurted his white semen without his cock being stroked once as she fucked him from behind. The pools of white spunk were then up by JD without him even being told to do so.

Now Katie hoped to be tied up and teased for a couple of hours before being soundly spanked and fucked by JD, always making out he had just picked up this whorish tramp that night and was fucking her for the first time.

At seven pm on that night, both JD and Katie presented themselves at Jack's front door; JD was clearly nervous as he almost hopped from foot to foot while Katie was excited in a sexual way for she already felt her panties were more than just a little damp.

Just then the door opened and there stood Jack, Katie instantly recalled him as the man who she was sure leered after her at so many Christmas parties in the five years JD had worked for the company; strange thing was that instead of now being disgusted her heart skipped a beat and her nipples stiffened even more.

She just about realised that for every weekend for the next six months this man would own her body and along with that he would lay claim to her mind too. Quickly they entered the house and was ushered into the living room; Jack spoke slowly and calmly as he asked, "You both know what this means being here tonight?"

Both Katie and JD nodded.

"Very well then!" continued Jack, "Then here are the rules for the next six months; every Friday night at 7 pm you will present yourselves here at my home; go to the servant's bedroom and change into whatever clothes I leave out for you; each pile of clothes will be labelled with the name of the wearer; refuse any order of mine and the terms of this sale are broken; you will forfeit the car and any monies paid instantly! Is that understood?" he demanded.

JD spoke firstly, "Yes my wife and I fully understand!" he said.

"Your wife, (laughter), you mean my new sex toy and slut! Will have to speak for herself?" demanded Jack.

Reluctantly Katie spoke; "Seems I have little choice as you have already taken his redundancy money and we need the car to make our plans work!" she stated rather coldly.

"Oh my dear, you have every choice; you can leave now and keep your virtue intact or you can agree and let me devour your body at long last; but I am a benevolent man; I will tell you now that I will not ask you to do anything which I would not demand of your husband as well!" Jack stated.

"Oh yes; I forgot to mention to JD; I am bi sexual and always aim to be the master and to this end you may refer to me as MASTER or SIR, is that understood?" he continued.

Both JD and Katie, looked at each other and said "Yes, Sir!"

"Good then first things first; I always have a bath on a Friday night, so JD; remove your trousers and underwear; make sure your upper clothes do not hang lower than your waist and go run me my bath; ten inches from the top of the bath no less; then wait there so you can wash me! Now go!" Jack demanded.

Quickly as Katie watched her husband he removed his trousers and underpants before tucking his shirt up around his waist and holding it there with the belt from his trousers; she noticed his cock was already hard and standing proud. Both she and JD noticed the leer on Jack's face as he ogled JD's cock.

No sooner had JD left the room; Jack turned his attention to Katie. "Well my little whore; I have admired your fine tits for so long and have never seen them in the flesh, so remove your top and bra immediately while I decide your chores for tonight!" He demanded.

Nervously yet excitedly Katie unbuttoned her blouse and as she slipped it off her shoulders she heard a muffed gasp from Jack. "Oh my, how wonderful a choice of bra; it holds your big tits up so well and yet allows me to admire your hard nipples standing so proud and I suspect in need of a good sucking!" he added.

Katie blushed but the words seemed to spur her to even high levels of horniness; suddenly her nipples were being pinched and pulled by her new master; he marvelled at their rubbery feel and the way Katie moaned as he pulled them this way or twisted them that.

Suddenly the fingers were gone leaving Katie's sensitive nipples pleading for further contact; as her mind registered his next command; "raise your skirt, Slut; I want to see your panties!"

As if in a trance she did as she was told but again blushed red as she realised her panties must by now be well soaked in cunt juice for she had been so excited all afternoon and evening. With eyes closed she waited in anticipation until she felt the first probing of his fingers, the finger ran up the crease of her cunt pressing firmly enough to solicit a further lusty groan as it flicked her clit; she felt another gush of cunt juice escape her open lips.

"You fucking slag; you have been fantasising about being with me and making your wimp of a husband watch you taking a real man's cock, haven't you?" he demanded.

Katie never opened her eyes but merely nodded in agreement; she want so much for this to be over and yet was excited to new levels at being called a slag and being the plaything of this powerful man. Again she waited what seemed like hours for his next words but in fact it was only minutes as she was told to remove her panties and place them in his hand.

Once he had then in his hand he ordered her to hold up the front of her skirt while he knelt in front of her and then ordered her to open her legs wider; He then said, "I can smell how wet your horny cunt is bitch; you want me to fuck you and then make your wimp of a husband lick my spunk from your cunt; don't you?"

"Oh God; Yes Master but make him lick me slowly and show you the spunk before he can swallow it and if you have your cock buried in his boy pussy at the same time; so much the better!" she uttered without thinking.

"Ah so our little JD, is a cock loving queer then!" he snapped.

"Oh no, Sir; he loves to fuck cunt as much as you do, Sir; it's just he too is bi sexual and really would love to try his first real cock up his boy pussy!" she explained.

Just then JD arrived back in the living room and smiled as he saw Master on his knees as he thought licking his wife's hot wet cunt; the smile was soon wiped off his face when Jack told him to get out and in future to knock before coming into a room where he was.

Quickly JD exited the room closed the door before knocking and waiting; after what seemed a reamisterable delay, Jack called out for him to enter. JD stepped into the room and announced your bath is ready master.

Jack instructed Katie to go to the master bedroom and to put on the uniform waiting there on the bed for her; he stressed that she was to put on everything that was in the pile without exception. Then he ordered JD to follow him up to the bathroom as his duty was going to be to wash his master and then dry him before he was going to watch his horny cock loving wife take a real man's cock.

JD walked three paces behind Jack all the way upstairs and into the master bathroom; where he was told to undress Jack and once he had completed the task; Jack told him to stand perfectly still or he would be punished; then taking hold of JD's prick in his left hand and his balls in his right hand; Jack began stroking JD's cock as he did so he watched closely JD's breathing then as soon as it appeared his breathing was getting fast and shallow he squeezed really hard on JD's balls.

JD let out a pitiful cry and his cock immediately shrunk and became soft; Jack laughed and then bent over spread his legs and demanded JD's lick his arse clean before he got into the bath. As JD set about licking his masters arse; Jack noticed his cock return to full erection and without warning he let out a fart; grabbing JD's head as he did so and holding it tight so JD took the fart full in the face.

On the second Friday; Katie announced she would not be able to attend as commanded for it was her off week; she was on a period and therefore would not be much use; that is until Master Jack pointed out she still had hands, a mouth and an arse hole. He refused to accept her crying off and insisted she attend with JD.

So at Seven pm the pair of them stood rather nervously but excited at the same time; outside Jack's home. It seemed ages since they rang the bell and they were just about to walk away when the door finally opened. Instead of seeing Jack as they expected a large black guy poked his head around the door and asked what they wanted.

JD gave the password he was told to use and the door opened wide enough for them to enter; as they stepped through the gap; they were both shocked to see this large black guy wearing a frilly black and white maids uniform with what was clearly false tits filling out the upper part of the uniform. Without a word being spoken; they were shown into the living room where Master Jack stood.

He instantly dismissed Cynthia the black maid and told JD and Katie to come forward; When they were close enough he whispered so they both could hear but no one else, "Cynthia there has a 12 inch cock strapped down to his leg and is fully bisexual liking to take cock as well as give it!" there was almost a glint in Master Jack's eye as he looked squarely at JD as he said this. JD shuffled his feet nervously and Katie opened her mouth to speak until she was instantly silenced by her master.

He threw her a small gift wrapped package and told her to put the items it contained on right now; turning to JD he continued; "as Cynthia is in attendance tonight and it is already dressed as the maid, this only left the sex slut role for you to play!" and pointing over at the table he ordered, "go put on the uniform of a sex slut over there on the table!"

JD hurried over to the table only to find it had only three items on it; the first was a long blonde wig; the second was a large 44DD flesh like false bust and the third item was a modified short skirt. The skirt had been modified in such a way that when worn at waist level the hemline formed two half moon shapes reaching a point front and back where the material became only one and a half inches wide and was almost like a belt. JD realised that wearing this skirt both his arse and his cock would still be clearly on display and he almost shuddered in anticipation on whom and how many would see him dressed like this.

Knowing better than to comment or delay he merely placed the wig on his head and adjusted it as best he could without a mirror; the feel of the false breasts was something he had not expected for instead of feeling like foam or rubber they almost felt lifelike and he was surprised by the weight they had. He looked at the clever almost invisible zip which ran up the back of the breast body suit and could not help but close his eyes and imagine how he now looked. Quickly he opened his eyes and wiggled into the skirt, again adjusting it as best he could for now he could not see his own erect cock because of the large silicon boobs getting in the way.

Just then Master Jack stepped forward and took hold of his cock and before JD knew what was happening he found his balls in a cock restraint harness and they were being separated and fastened in the belt arrangement before what seemed like stone weights were hung on clips attached to the ball sack directly below each testicle; in fact they were only one ounce weights but they had the desired effect f puling his balls down even further; then his cock was strapped into a leather looking sheath only this sheath had spikes on the inside which whilst not sharp they certainly sung his cock shaft as the sheath was tightened into place; now only his cock head was visible and the master lightly prodded it before applying a little fiery jack ointment. Instantly the ointment began to work and it felt like his cock head was on fire; he wanted so much to go stick it in a bowl of ice water to cool it but knew a single complaint would bring out the real cruel side f e master.

Just then the master turned back to Katie who stood now wearing only the things she had unwrapped which included a peep hole bra and pair of panties the like she had never seen before they were not exactly crutch less but had no rear to them so her arse and arse cheeks were fully exposed but her cunt was protected and a large rubber cock attached to the panties was now buried deep inside her redy cunt. Master Jack explained that the clothes these two were now wearing had cost him a lot of money to get made and so they had better look after them properly. He pointed out to Katie the rubber cock in her cunt contained a Tampax so he would be alright and the cock would prevent anyone from entering her cunt that night.

The next thing was that master Jack called out for Cynthia and partner to attend; in walked the black man in the maid's uniform and his eyes immediately fastened on JD and his attire; I swear the guy smiled the biggest smile in the world and deliberately licked his lips; before feasting his eyes on Katie. Along with Cynthia was a small almost petite white woman who could not have been any older than 18 years of age; Master Jack introduced her as Wanda; Cynthia's woman.

Wanda was wearing a semi transparent blouse and if it had not been for the impressive hard nipples which seemed to stick out some inch and a half she would have appeared flat chested. The blouse was completed by a short black skirt which barely covered her cunt; clearly she was naked beneath these two pieces of clothing. Master Jack broke the silence by telling Wanda that she was there to service every man's cock with her mouth and once they were sufficiently hard she was to pass them on to Katie who would find out by asking questions if they were takers or givers. The takers would then be fucked by the givers or they would choose to fuck or be fucked by JD or Cynthia.

Katie was told that she had to inform all men present that they were not allowed to cum on or in the people they were fucking but simply had to hold up their hand and either she or Wanda would bring the bowl for them to ejaculate into. Then looking straight at JD he announced that one of Cynthia's and JD's
jobs
would be to lap up that spunk at the end of the night whilst being well fucked by either Wanda or Katie using strap ons.

Furthermore Master Jack announced the first guest was due to arrive around 8 pm; and the rest would arrive in ten minute intervals; he deliberately declined in saying how many guests had been invited in total; in fact he never mentioned whether the guest would be singles or couples.

Sure enough at 8 pm exactly, the first guests arrived; an elderly couple both in their early sixties. As Keith and Ami arrived Cynthia showed them into the living room where immediately Wanda knelt in front of Keith and deftly unzipped his trousers before pulling his soft cock; out of his pants and began licking the underside and marvelling as the cock swelled in her hand as it grew hard. Soon she was bobbing her head on the seven inches of manhood before her. Meanwhile Ami had wasted no time in cornering Master Jack and JD; As she spoke to Master Jack she was stroking the exposed six inch cock of JD. She never batted an eye when Master Jack suggested that she may like to taste the cock now throbbing in her hand. Without kneeling she simply bent herself at her waist and took the cock into her mouth. JD was surprised for he had not noticed she had not
teeth
and it really felt weird as the woman crushed his cock between her gums.

Also the dress Ami wore was a topless number which allowed JD to look down her cleavage and admire the 40 C tits she seemed so eager to display. Master Jack simply reached forward and unzipped the top of her dress and allowed her large tits to tumble free; as Ami sucked or gummed JD's cock Master Jack now mauled her tits taking great pleasure in pinching her hard nipples and twisting them this way and that; Ami began making gurgling sounds around JD's cock and that in its self set up some weird but erotic feelings flowing through his cock and into his still captured balls.

Meanwhile by now Keith was thrusting his cock deep into Wanda's mouth and Katie stood watching almost envious of this bitch getting such a good mouth fucking; Suddenly the living room door opened and in stepped another couple; only this couple were two males. It was clear from the way they dressed this was a gay couple and no sooner had the living room door closed than James and Clarence were stood naked from the waist down waiting on Wanda to start sucking their cocks. As they waited they played with each other's balls until Master Jack caught Katie's eye and motioned for her to start sucking too.

As Keith moved over to his wife; Wanda began sucking Clarence's cock and Katie dived in mouthing Jamie's rapidly hardening cock. When Keith approached JD, he immediately grabbed the leather collar around his cock and squeezed; A mixture of pain and pleasure shot through JD's Cock but he still yearned to have at least his cock free; the dangling weights off his balls having ceased to hurt now but his frustration at having a toothless sucking from Ami was getting too him and he just hoped Master Jack would give permission for him to fuck either Ami or Keith; that way the sheath would have to come off.

Instead he suddenly felt Keith's index finger pressing against his anal ring; powerfully it probed his ring until it slipped in up to the second knuckle. JD was amazed how a small thing like an index finger up his arse could have such an effect on his encapsulated cock but it felt like electric shocks were shooting along the length of his penis; the ache in his balls disappeared to be replaced with a delicious feeling of wanting to unload his spunk into the still eager sucking mouth; secretly he hoped the couple had not been told the rules and therefore he could have flooded Ami's mouth but it was not to be as Keith warned Ami to get the bowl.

Ami reluctantly stopped her gumming of his cock head and scurried away; whilst she was gone Keith took the opportunity to kneel in front of JD and take his cock into his own mouth; instantly JD detected the difference from the seamistered cock sucking of Ami to the raw eagerness of Keith. Both turn JD on in their separate ways but he really loved the raw harshness of another man sucking his cock head; suddenly shooting pains shot through his sill bound cock and he looked down in horror to see Keith's hand squeezing tightly on his leather cock restraint he suspect that Keith knew the studs inside were now pressing deeply into his tender cock flesh but then Keith took his cock head just inside his mouth and clench his teeth; just sharply enough to make JD wince.

Just then Ami returned with the bowl and it was Keith's turn to reluctantly release JD's cock from his mouth. Quickly Ami undid the three straps which held the leather restraint in place and released JD's cock; the shaft looked red and angry from the metal studs which had been impressed on to it but a few quick strokes of Ami's firm hand had JD shooting his first load of the night into the bowl; helped of course by the wiggling finger of Keith still buried up his arse.

Clarence and James were now stood watching the last few spurts of JD's climax and James immediately began wanking furiously on Clarence's cock until he added his load along side JD's; meanwhile Clarence had his hand wrapped around Keith's cock and was working it to fever pitch until he also added his load to the bowl. Not to be outdone; Keith was busy stroking James cockand soon four lots of spunk were not only caught in the bowl but mixed together as Ami delighted in cleaning any residue spunk from each of the cocks in turn. By now the last of the guests had arrived as Sam and Vicky were stood close to Wanda; who was still busy sucking cock, this time it was Sam's she had buried in her throat whilst Vicky was busy thrusting a finger up Katie's anal ring. Vicky must have been a vocal lover as all you could hear was her calling Katie a lesbian bitch and how she was going to enjoy sitting on her face and pissing into her mouth; she also warned Katie that to spill a single drop would leave her with a very sore red arse as she would not hesitate in whipping her mercilessly.

Just then Master Jack clapped his hands and everyone gathered around him; Cynthia was then summoned and was made to raise the hem of the maid's uniform exposing his semi hard twelve in cock; both Ami and Vicky licked their lips at the prospect of having such a meaty member thrusting into their cunts; but Master Jack soon spoiled their dreams as he ordered Cynthia to fuck JD's boy pussy whilst Wanda wearing a strap on was going to fuck Cynthia's boy pussy. The rest were told to enjoy each other but Master Jack stressed that Katie's red flagged cunt was out of bounds; this served two purposes to embarrass Katie immensely and to alert everyone that she was on a period.
Soon James had his cock buried in Ami's arse and was pounding away when Keith slipped his cock up James arse; then Sam slammed his cock into Katie's arse while Clarence fucked Vicky's cunt; it was true that Vicky was extremely vocal in her loving making as she screamed her obscenities out telling Clarence exactly what she thought of his fucking and his large cock filling her cunt.

As demanded by Master Jack every time someone got close to cumming they spilt their loads in one of three bowls and by midnight there was almost enough spunk to half fill one of the bowls. Master Jack called a halt to the proceedings and ordered JD on hands and knees to come eat his supper. He made him lap like a dog at the bowl of everyone's spunk all mixed together. Soon JD had traces of spunk all around his mouth as he excitedly lapped away at the bowl.

True to her word; Vicky now sat on Katie's face and gave her a golden shower directing most of it into her mouth; despite swallowing as fast as she could some splashed out and a delighted Vicky announce Katie was going be whipped.

She made a big thing about positioning her over the back a settee and using a short cat o nine tails she laid it fiercely across her ever reddening cheeks; but not only that Katie had to count the strokes and find different words to thank Vicky for her chastisement or that stroke did not count. Even Keith and Ami began to feel sorry for Katie as blow after blow of the whip landed across her criss crossed buttocks. Almost in mock parody; Clarence had James spread beside Katie and he was using a leather paddle to punish him but with the same rules.

Eventually Master Jack intervened and called a halt to the proceedings; he dismissed everyone except Cynthia, JD and Katie; after the four of them were alone he slid out of his trousers and had Katie suck his cock whilst JD sucked the big black cock of Cynthia. When both cock were rock hard he had JD slide his cock up Cynthia's boy pussy and then slid his own cock up JD; Jd was just beginning to enjoy himself when Katie produced a large rubber strap on cock and began fucking JD's mouth.

She seemed to delight in powering the thick rubber cock deep into his throat until he baulked and gagged; time after time the gagging seemed to be directly linked to his cock buried deep inside Cynthia and his own ravaged anal canal. Suddenly Cynthia declared he was going to cum so Master Jack ordered Katie to take the full power on her face and tits; No sooner had Cynthia climaxed than JD pulled out of his arse and sprayed his load all over his beloved cum splattered wife too; this was quickly added too by Master Jack and then He ordered Katie to lay on the table and had JD and Cynthia move into a 69 position to clean each other's cocks while he carefully licked all the spunk off Katie's face and tits.

At 3 am all parties were exhausted and whilst Cynthia was sent home JD and Katie were invited to stay overnight; of course Katie hoped this would mean that she would finally feel her master's cock up her own arse but she was disappointed as she was tied to the bottom of the master's bed and had to watch her husband; JD; take a good solid pounding from the master and even enviously had to watch as JD got to eat the master's spunk once more.

Next morning Katie and JD were sent home with instructions to return in two weeks time and this time be prepared to accept absolutely anything; that their master could send their way.

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Foot Boy


I am a 62 year old, retired college professor. I have a PhD in Communications and had taught at the university level until my retirement, a few years ago. For as long as I can remember, I have had a desire to be a foot/shoe slave for a beautiful woman.

With that said, I am a very select in the women I wish to serve. I do not feel that all women are superior to men (equal, yes). However, there are a very few women, who because of their beauty and assertive demeanor, deserve to have men at their feet. In another story I shall tell you of my enslavement to my Mistress/wife. This current story is for men who question if it is really possible to become a slave to that woman you see everyday at work; at the supermarket or in your other daily activities.

Debbie was one of those attractive women who always maintained an assertive (not dominant) positive attitude. She was the Assistant to the Dean of Students. Debbie had a radiant smile and was friendly to everyone who came into her office. She made everyone feel comfortable.

At the time of this story she was in her late thirties and I was a younger man in my 50s.Debbie was not just one of the most attractive women on campus, she was one of the best dressed. She always wore suits, dresses or skirts and jackets to work. She then would finish off the look with the sexiest high heel shoes and boots I have ever seen. She drove me insane every time I looked at her. Debbie and I were both married and I would never risk my position at the university with the possibility of a sexual harassment charge. However, my desire, my mission was to be at her feet, licking those shoes and boots.

Most men will understand my next move. I used to find excuses to go into the Dean's office, just to look at Debbie. I retrieved more blank forms, applications and other unnecessary supplies just to be in her presence. Each time, I would manage to get a look at her feet to see what she was wearing. If I may put in a little plug for myself! I am not an unattractive man. I have heard that coeds in my class found me to be nice to look at. I also have a positive mental attitude and feel comfortable around people.

Debbie and I soon found that we enjoyed each other's company. I was very careful and discrete in not coming on to strongly or giving her any indication that I was "hitting on her". After a few weeks, I did start to bring her coffee and ask if there were any errands she needed me to run for her. This was my first, subtle attempt at serving her. I found her to be very open to my requests to help. She always had that beautiful smile. I was visiting her office very frequently for small talk and related college business. We were getting friendly.

I planned my crusade to get at her feet very carefully. It was several months later that I actually started my move. This is my first lesmister to men hoping to get at the feet of a real woman. PATIENCE! Take your time. Do not come on as a pervert who wants to jump at the feet of a woman. Make the lady feel comfortable. Get to know her and allow her time to be comfortable around you.

My first move was a legit request on my part to use the Dean's conference room. I was meeting with several of my graduate students and the room was convenient for all of us. I went into Debbie's office and asked if the room was available. She was very friendly but told me that it really was not supposed to be used by other faculty. I took my first risk. I moved along side her desk and slowly genuflected, went down on one knee, and in a faked, humble voce said, "May I please have the key to the conference room"

I was pleasantly surprised by Debbie's reaction. Her face lit up with a huge smile and she said, "Well, since you asked like that. I guess I can let you have the key." She reached in her desk and gave me the key. I purposefully, remained on one knee until she put the key in my hand. Then she blew my mind as she winked at me.

During the next weeks I continued to find reamisters to use the conference room and each time I genuflected while asking. I was getting very positive feedback from Debbie, each time. She would smile and give me that flirtatious wink.

Finally, one day she said, "I like seeing a man on his knees" That was the first time, of many, when I actually spotted my pants. It is important to point out the length of time that had transpired from the first time I met Debbie until what happened next. We had become friends, established trust, and had been teasing each other for many weeks. This does not happen over night.

Finally, one day I was back for my routine of asking for the key, still genuflecting. With a smile on her face Debbie said, "What if I say No!" I was pleasantly surprised by her teasing question. I started to ham up a pleading request. "Please, pretty please, can I have the key?"

Debbie was now toying with me. "Sitting back in her chair she said, "Not good enough. What else do you have to offer?"

My mouth was moving and words were coming out before my brain knew what I was saying. "Please let me have the key and I will kiss your feet." After I blurted it out, I could not believe my own ears. Did I really just say that? Time froze as I waited for a reaction. I was fearful that I had over stepped my place and Debbie would be angry with me.

To my shock and pleasant surprise Debbie looked down at me with a smile, raised one eyebrow and said, "That might work. I think I would like that" Debbie was sitting directly behind her desk. She turned her chair so that her legs were at the side of the desk. "You'll have to come over here if you are going to kiss my feet."

For the second time, being with Debbie, I know that I spotted my under pants, I crawled over to Debbie's feet which she had planted on the carpeted floor. She was wearing a pair of black high heel pumps. Without hesitation, I kissed the toe of each shoe. I could feel my body get instantly hot as my lips touched the shiny leather of her shoe.

Her voice broke my trance," Well, you haven't asked me anything yet. First ask the question, and then kiss my feet. I regained my thoughts and asked, "May I please have the key to the conference room?"

"That's better. Now you are supposed to kiss my feet, after you ask permission."

Once again, I lowered my head to her feet and kissed the toes of each shoe. I could taste and smell the new leather fragrance of her shoes and I was getting excited. I felt the keys hit the floor near my face. "Good boy! Now you can use the room.' I quickly picked up the keys and left the room hoping that Debbie could not see the large bulge in my pants. I noticed a big smile as she, once again, winked at me.

After that first submissive kiss on the toes of her shoes, my role as her foot/shoe/boot slave was established. We were both very discrete and careful. We did not play every time I came to her office but when she knew that she was alone and the Dean was not in his office, she would play with me. The best part was she began to initiate the foot/shoe/boot worship.

Every time I asked to use the room, and I was asking a lot. She would respond "You know the rules. If you want to use the conference room, you kiss my feet and I will consider your request."

Each time I would kneel along side her desk, kiss her shoes and she would drop the keys on the floor. These first encounters only lasted a few seconds. I was not at her feet for any length of time. Still, it made me very excited and I could tell that Debbie enjoyed every minute.

I decided that it was time to stretch the envelope and see what Debbie would allow. My goal was actually to lick her shoes, not just kiss them. The next time I had the opportunity to kneel and kiss her shoes for the key. I took a risk. While on my knees I told her that I noticed that her shoes were dirty and not fitting for a woman of her beauty. I was shocked at her reaction.

"Well, do something about it. Clean them."

I played dumb and asked for tissue from her desk to clean her shoes. At that moment, Debbie showed me a dominant side of her that excited me. She looked down at me and said, "Use your tongue. You can lick them clean for me. You know that's what you want to do. Isn't it?"

Totally embarassed I answered,"Yes, Ma'am".

"Well what are you waiting for? Lick my shoes clean."

With that she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. Bringing her one high heel inches from my face, she looked at her shoe, "You're right, they do need a cleaning. Be a good boy and clean them for me. I want to watch you lick my shoes."

My heart was beating so fast I was sure that Debbie could hear it! I had just been told by a gorgeous lady to lick her high heel shoes.

I carefully positioned myself in front of Debbie's chair, on my hands and knees and slowly ran the tip of my tongue across the tip of her shoe. I could feel myself getting sexually excited. I continued to lick the shoe when Debbie spoke.

"Do a good job. Don't miss any spots. Make them shine for me" Debbie was looking down, inspecting the job I was doing.

I have always said it is one thing to lick the shoes of a lady who lets you but more exciting when a lady wants you to lick her shoes and gives orders. I was in my glory. I looked up at Debbie as I continued to lick her shoe and she had a smug smile on her face.

"You are enjoying this aren't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am" I responded.

"Good" So am I. I think from now on I will have you clean all my shoes at work"

I had achieved my goal. I was licking the shoes of a beautiful woman and she just announced that she expected more of the same adoration. I continued licking Debbie's shoe as she looked down at me from her chair. I soon became convinced that she was a Dominant Woman just waiting to find the right man. She took total control.

"Be sure you get the heel and the bottoms of my shoes. If you are going to do a job, do it right"

Debbie extended her foot and raised it so the sole of her shoe was in front of my face. I held the back of the shoe and ran my tongue up the entire length of the bottom of her shoe. I continued until the entire sole was wet from my tongue. I lovingly performed this degrading act while looking into the eyes of this Goddess.

"You look good licking my shoes. I think we found your calling in life.I guess from now on instead of calling you Dr ______, I will just call you foot boy or slave'

Even her verbal offense was exciting to hear. Debbie had just made me her permisteral foot boy/slave and I was the happiest man in the world.

After holding her shoe in front of my face, watching me lick the bottoms, Debbie repositioned herself in her chair and presented the other shoe.

"I do have two shoes. This one is getting jealous. Lick it for me, Foot Boy,"

Debbie slid down a little in her chair and I could see that she relaxed as I licked the entire surface, top and bottom of the second shoe.

"MMM, this is better than getting a massage. I could get use to this.Don't stop!"

I looked up into those gorgeous eyes as my tongue danced across the bottom of her shoes. Debbie owned me and she knew it.

I served as Debbie's foot boy/slave for several years. We were always discrete and careful. There never was any sexual involvement. I never worshipped her above her ankles except to kiss her hands.

There were days and weeks when we did not enjoy our Mistress/slave relationship because the Dean's office was busy. But every chance we got, I was at her feet, licking her shoes and boots and kissing her feet and sucking her toes. She called me "Foot Boy" every time I came in to her office. I was in my glory.

I was pleased with the response that I received from individuals who read Part I of my true account of how I became a foot/shoe/boot slave to the Assistant to the Dean of Students at the university where I taught.

Her name is Debbie and she still works for the same university but has been promoted to a new position in administration. Since retirement, I have returned to the university, on several occasions, to fill in for colleagues on leave and was lucky enough to rekindle the "foot boy" relationship that I had with Debbie. She readily admitted that she missed me when I retired and was enjoying her new dominant role. She was thrilled to have me back at her feet. Part II continues....

After that moment when I licked Debbie's shoes for the first time, I was mesmerized with her; her feet and her footwear. She was a stunningly attractive lady and to be able to serve as her foot slave was an honor. I know that other men on campus, including students, found her to be attractive and now I was the one licking her shoes. That first day I licked her shoes is still embedded in my mind. The taste of the leather on my tongue and the memory of her words, "From now on I think I will have you lick all my shoes at work", made my head spin. On that day, I think Debbie made a major transformation from a beautiful, professional business woman with a husband to a Domme with a foot slave. It was obvious that Debbie was finding pleasure in having a man, prostrate at her feet, licking her shoes. As I licked her shoes I would look up from the floor and I could see an obvious smile and look of contentment. Debbie was enjoying this.

That first time I licked her shoes, Debbie was wearing a pair of dark blue, high heel pumps with about a 4 inch heel. The leather was very soft and I could feel her toes through the leather as I licked the top of the shoes. Debbie had thin ankles and her feet looked stunning in the shoes. There actually were some dirt spots on her shoes and I became excited realizing that I was truly cleaning her shoes with my tongue. Her words kept me excited, "Good boy. Get my shoes nice and clean."

That first day, I licked her high heels for only about five minutes but it was sexually exciting. I kept looking up at Debbie as I ran my tongue over the surfaces of her shoes. The excitement increased when she told me to lick the bottoms of her shoes. In her soft, sweet voice she told me to, "Be sure you get the heel and the bottoms of my shoes. If you are going to do a job, do it right." Debbie was already toying with me on my first day as her shoe licker. She flexed her ankle so that the bottom of her shoe presented itself to my tongue. I loving licked the dirt off the sole of Debbie's shoes.

It was Debbie who called an end to that first shoe worship session. She pulled her shoe away from my mouth and announced, "OK, that's enough. I have work to do and can't just sit here all day watching you lick my shoes.' She made exaggerated movements as if examining her shoes and the tongue job I had just performed. "Not bad, for the first time. You will have to do better if you want to continue being my foot boy. Now get out of here. I have work to do."

I picked myself from the floor and I could see Debbie look at the bulge in my pants. She smiled. "Well, I guess we can say that you enjoy licking my shoes. Good, because I intend to have you tongue cleaning all my shoes." I left the office with my head still spinning.

The next day I was excited to see Debbie wearing another pair of high heel pumps. These were black with an open toe. The heel was again about 4" in height. The first two times that I entered her office, that day, she was busy with students and other staff members wanting her attention. She was the consummate professional, handling all of her duties without any teasing or even acknowledging me except for a friendly, "Hello." I walked around her desk just so that I could peek at her shoes. I became excited just thinking that I might be licking those shoes. That morning seemed like the longest day of my life. Each time I walked past Debbie's office, she was busy. Finally, out of frustration I decided to call her. Just hearing her soft voice on the phone made me excited. I was careful not to get carried away but I did get up the nerve to ask if she could use her foot boy today. She sounded very busy and did not take my lead. She was very professional in her demeanor. She just told me that she was swamped with work and could not talk. I hung up, a little disappointed. I decided that today was not going to find me at Debbie's feet and hoped that our new relationship had not come to an end.

I went about my business in my office; reading research papers; meeting with several students and writing plans for the upcoming week. I was unaware of the time. The phone rang and I looked at my watch. It was 3:45. The voice on the other end surprised me. It was Debbie. "Hi, Dean Hancock, is gone for the day and I have no scheduled appointments. I could use a foot massage." My heart leaped in my throat. Debbie was calling me to ask me for a foot massage. All my fears of her ending our little "game" were unnecessary.

"I can be there in five minutes", I blurted out.

"No! Slow Down! I still have work to do. Come over around 4:45. I'll see you then."

Debbie hung up and I could feel myself getting exciting. I could see myself licking her shoes and I loved the idea. I waited until 4:45 and then made my way to Debbie's office. The corridors were empty. Most of the undergraduate students had finished classes for the day and the grad students were in their 4:30 classes. When I entered Debbie's office, she was standing by the file cabinet, returning folders. She looked stunning. She was wearing a black pinstripe suit; white blouse with an open collar; pearls and of course those beautiful, open toe, black pumps. I wanted to throw myself at her feet and start licking her shoes but I controlled my urges. Debbie was friendlier and had a nice smile on her face. She greeted me with a simple, "Hi"

I tried to be discrete when I closed the door behind me. I was hoping that Debbie would not tell me to leave it open. The door clicked and she did not say anything. She was involved in filing folders. With my back to the door, I quietly turned the lock. We were now in a locked office. I turned around and just stared at the beautiful goddess standing in front of me.

"This has been a day from Hell. I could use a stiff take but one of your foot massages would do nicely." Debbie's soft, feminine voice made me feel relaxed.

I walked over closer to her but knew that I wanted to be at her feet. I took a chance.

"I know when I am in the presence of royalty." With my attempt at humor I got on my knees and extended my arms over my head with my forehead to the floor. "You slave is here to serve you." I could tell by her voice that Debbie liked my submissive position.

"You're cute" was her only response.

I decided to continue my role play. "May I kiss the shoes upon your feet?"

"You're also crazy." I could tell by the smile in her voice that Debbie was enjoying my little game.

"Well, may I? I looked up into her beautiful eyes.

"Yes, you may."

I crawled closer to Debbie and planted a kiss on the toe of each shoe. Her serious, professional demeanor from earlier in the day melted and Debbie's voice was playful and teasing.

"Very nice, foot boy. You know how to make a woman feel good."

I sat up on my knees and looked in to the gorgeous eyes of this goddess. She was in a playful mood.

"Your shoes are soiled and not befitting your regal body. May I tongue polish your shoes for you?" At this point in our new relationship I was initiating all the actions but this was soon to change as Debbie realized that she enjoyed her Domme lifestyle. I could tell that Debbie was not uncomfortable with a man at her feet and she was enjoying the new power that she had over a man.

"Sure! Why not" With that, Debbie extended her right shoe. I lowered my head and lovingly ran my tongue over the surface of her beautiful pump. The feel of her leather on my tongue caused an instant erection. I could sense Debbie standing over me while I began to lick her shoe. After a few licks across the top and sides of her shoe, I kissed her foot. Debbie took her shoe away from my mouth and kicked me, lightly, with the side of her shoe on my face. I was pleasantly surprised and thrilled by her action.

"I didn't give you permission to kiss my feet. You asked to lick my shoes. Keep to our agreement. Do a good job and maybe, you will earn the honor of kissing my feet." Debbie was now playing with me and I loved it. I knew that I had found the right woman to make my Domme. She placed her shoe back under my mouth and simply said. "Lick!" I continued to lick her high heel pump. I was excited to be controlled by Debbie. She was in a playful mood and I loved it. I licked the entire surface of her shoe and strained my neck to get around to the back of the heel. Debbie did not move an inch to help me. She remained planted firmly in her spot and I moved around the floor to get to the back of her heels.

"The bottom of your shoe is also dirty. I should clean that as well."

"How do we do that? I am not sitting down, like the last time" I could see that Debbie was naïve about foot/shoe worship.

"Let me show you. I lay on my back and instructed Debbie to stand close to my face. "Just hold your shoe over my mouth." I could sense a little embarrassment. I assured her that it was OK. Debbie walked up to my upturned face and placed her left high heel near my ear. She lifted her right foot and held her shoe over my mouth. I held the heel of the shoe with my hand and began to lick the sole of her shoe as I looked up into her eyes. I loved the position because I could look up into the eyes of the goddess as I licked the dirty bottom of her shoe. Debbie had a nervous smile on her face. I could tell that she was enjoying her dominant position over me.

"I am going to hold out my tongue. You can wipe the bottom of your shoe across my tongue." I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Debbie rested the bottom of her shoe on my tongue and then made several slow passes with her shoe on my tongue, applying pressure against the blade of my tongue. The sole tasted different than the smooth leather of the top of the shoe. I lay still as Debbie continued to wipe the bottom of her shoe across my tongue. She supported herself by holding on to the file cabinet. Finally, I moved her shoe a little, raised my head, opened my mouth and inserted her heel in between my lips. I closed my lips around the spiked heel and began to suck on her high heel.

"Boy, you are really enjoying this." I was a bit embarrassed that Debbie was discovering my strong shoe fetish. I was in my glory. Debbie caught on quickly and began to pump the heel in and out of my mouth, all the while looking down at me with a smile, watching my work. I knew that was when I spotted my underpants. At one point the entire heel was inside my mouth.

"I don't want to hurt you." Debbie was actually concerned about my well being.

"Don't worry. I am fine.' I continued to look up into Debbie's beautiful eyes from my lowly position on the floor under her shoe. I continued to suck her heel. After a time, I stopped.

"Your other shoe is getting jealous" I was teasing with Debbie.

"That's right we have to be an equal opportunity employer." With that, Debbie placed her right foot on the floor next to my ear, straddling my face, and offered the bottom of her left shoe to lick.

"Stick out your tongue." Her words excited me. She was giving me orders and I obeyed this goddess. Debbie began to wipe the bottom of her shoe on my tongue. She made several passes on my tongue and then she placed the heel of her shoe near my mouth and I sucked the heel. Debbie was taking charge. I sucked the heels for several moments.

"OK, you need to clean the tops" Debbie moved the shoe from my mouth and I positioned myself on my knees and licked the top and sides of her shoe as she remained standing, majestically, over me. I licked the entire surface of her beautiful pump.

Debbie toyed with me. "Be sure to get them nice and clean." I ran my tongue over the toe, sides and heels of her shoe, loving every moment. Debbie stood, majestically over me as I tongue polished her shoes. After a few minutes she pulled her shoe from my mouth.

"I am getting tired of standing. I need to sit down' Debbie walked to her chair behind the desk. I followed on my knees. When she sat down, she crossed her legs. "This is better. You can finish your job"

I did not need any more encouragement and crawled closer to Debbie's feet and began to lick the high heel that was dangling in the air, if front of me. Debbie sat back in her chair and allowed me to lick her entire shoe with my tongue. Nothing was said between us as I thoroughly tongue polished her shoe. I looked up from my position on the floor without removing my tongue from Debbie's shoe. Her beautiful eyes were looking down at me with a smile of contentment. When she saw me look up, she winked, puckered her lips in a kiss and simply said, "You're sweet." I was in my glory. I was licking the shoes of a beautiful goddess and she was enjoying my submissive surrender to her.

"Your other shoe is getting jealous.' I looked up into Debbie's beautiful eyes as I spoke.

Without saying a word, she uncrossed her legs and placed her left leg on her right knee. Now, the other shoe was in front of my face. I did not need to be told what to do. I began to lick the shoe with my tongue. The taste of the leather was intoxicating. Again, I licked the entire surface of her shoe, including the sole. Debbie just sat back, silently, watching I was in my glory.

Finally, I initiated my next move. I stopped licking the shoe, looked up at Debbie and asked, "May I remove your shoe and kiss your feet?"

"Yes, you may." Debbie's voice was soft and feminine.

I slowly slipped the shoe off her foot that I was licking. As soon as I touched her foot, I felt the moisture on the bottom of her pantyhose. I gently kissed the top of her foot and then held her foot against my face so that I could feel the warmth and moisture through her silky pantyhose. I looked up and Debbie had her head back on the chair and her eyes were closed. I began to kiss the bottom of her foot when I heard a soft moan come from Debbie. It was obvious that she was enjoying my attention to her foot.

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New Neighbour


Saturday

My name is Martin, and I am 18. This is my story.

It was Saturday and I was at a loose end. I was planning to meet Emily at 6, but the daytime was free. The thought of staying in bed for a couple of more hours crossed my mind when I heard the noise that most teenage boys dread. My moms shouting up the stairs.

"Martin, Martin, come here quick".

I stood on the top of the stairs and asked what she wanted.

"Quickly look, the new neighbours are here!"

To say I was thrilled would be a lie, what did I care. But half-heartedly I came to the living room to stare at four strangers through the window.

They looked like the model family, the quintessential 2.4 youngren. They was Brad about 45ish and Mary his wife who looked 10 years younger. Then their two Children, Beth and Mickey. My eyes automatically went to Beth, she was stunning. She had bright blue eyes, long flowing blonde hair, and an athletic body. By the way she walked she looked like she would know what do with a nice juicy cock. She looked about my age, if she was in my class at school I would have her before term was out I thought. Even if she was a couple of years either way I knew I would do some dirty things for her to learn in the coming months.

As my mum and I looked at them through the window, Brad turned and looked at us and shot us a wink that a sleazy Governor would be proud of. I could almost here my mum knees knock,

"Oooh, he's a cutie".

I give her a faint look of disapproval and went back up stairs to my TV.

Sunday

I had been out late; I had nearly got Emily to go all way. She was a shy innocent girl and it had been my aim to break her in to the naughty world that is my mind. But alas last night all I got was a little play on top of the covers. If she didn't have lips designed for blowjobs I would have given up on her a long time ago.

My mom bringing me a cup of tea and a slice of toast awaked me.

"Time to get up honey, you've got a busy day" she jammered.

"What do you mean?" I said as I let out a yawn.

"Well, I was talking to that nice new family and I said you would help them move some boxes around for them".

She left quickly before I had a chance to shout at her, there was no point. Mom had already decided she would have a ride on Brad at some point, and I was going to have to go over and move boxes just so she would have a opportunity to talk to him.

I got up, grabbed a shower and threw on some clothes. Nice pair of jeans and a tight t-shirt. If Beth was about, then the day might not be a total loss. I made my way across the lawn to help Brad, and hopefully stick some fingers into his beloved flower.

Brad stood in the driveway. I could see why my mom had gotten all flustered. He was a well-built man, obviously worked out, and though a bit old you could tell he looked after himself. He looked like a man's man. The type of man who would change a tyre, enjoy football and know how to lay some pipe.

"Hey kiddo," he said, while extending a hand. "Sure am glad you could help me out while my family is away for the day."

My heart sank, Beth was not about.

All in all the day went well, I help Brad "soon to get the opportunity to fuck my mom" Miller move boxes around his house. And he was good conversation and had a manly way about him. It almost made me feel guilty to what I was planning on making on doing to his flower, almost.

"Thanks Martin, you've been a great help today," he said. "If you can take that one last box up to Beth's room we are all done, and then I'll fix something for us to eat".

"Not a problem," I replied.

I grabbed the box, trying not to be too excited to the fact I was going to get to go into Beth's room and do a bit of intelligence work.

I hastily entered her room, dumped the box and looked about. I noticed the school uniform straight away, wasn't going to my school. Pity. But I could still make inroads on her after school, especially since me and her Dad where getting on so well. She had a nice double sized bed, with pink silk sheets. Slightly slutty, which I loved. The room looked like a high-class brothel, the only downer was I knew she had already been fucked allot and I tended to like to be the one who broke girls in. But she was hot, a slut, and lived next door to me – I isn't complaining.

Then I noticed the panty draw. Oh heavens above. One look in there I would be able to confirm my guesses about her, plus have a little feel of what I was planning on soon conquering. I peered, admittedly slightly guiltily, in to the draw. It was what I expected, black lace, thongs, and suspender straps. I was going to have fun with this girl. I picked up a particularly naughty looking black pair of lace panties and held them to my cheek.

"What may I ask do you think you are doing?" came a voice from behind me.

I froze. Brad had come up the stairs and was staring at me with his teenage flowers panties in my hand.

"What are you doing?!?" he asked again in a stern voice.

I just stared back, my brain had gone blank, I could think of no credible reply. Plus the slight semi I had worked up from looking through the underwear draw would give me away anyway.

"I'm waiting."

"Erm nothing, just looking about" I stammered.

"It's what you're looking at that bothers my boy" replied Brad.

"Nothing, these, erm, well, they looked nice, and caught my eye"

"Really?" he enquired.

Could I actually talk my way out of this?

"Yeah, they very nice and I was just admiring them" I smiled and went to put them back.

"Well since you've helped me out today, why don't you keep them," he offered

Was he serious, this guy could be my God. I would wank off in to them as soon as I got home.

"Are you sure?"

"Definitely, there yours"

"Thanks Brad"

"Not a problem, if you put them on then we will be all square"

My stomach turned. My lips went dry.

"What is?" Is all I could squeak.

"Well Martin let me give you to this straight. I've just caught you fondling a pair of panties that you admit to liking. Now, I could tell your mom, Beth, the neighbourhood, your friends, that nice girl you took out last night, well I'll pretty much could tell everyone. From that point on you would be the guy who likes to wear women's underwear, and to the most part your social life for around 5 years would be over. Your mom, who will probably take my advice, will look to put you in counselling. I could go on."

"You're bluffing"

"Kiddo, look at me, I never bluff. Put on the panties and we are all square"

I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't bluffing, and I would either wear these panties or face social suicide. I could wear them. Then get my revenge by mercilessly screwing his flower, I would degrade her! I would just lose this battle, but boy would I still win the war.

"Well then" he asked coolly.

He had never once shouted but by the tone in his voice he knew his was on control, he was the definition of powerful.

I unzipped my jeans and slowly slipped out of my pants and boxers. My semi sprung out as my boxers nestled to my ankles, and all he did was smirk.

"You're going to need to take off your shirt for this as well," he remarked, as he was txting away on his phone as this was all in a days work. For the love of God I would have my revenge on his flower. I didn't argue about the shirt and simply took that off as well, I wouldn't give him anything else to get off on. He had won, and I would simply put on the underwear and head home and plan what to do to Beth.

I place the underwear on to my ankles, and then started to pull them up.

"Slower." He ordered, a slight raise in his voice.

I still didn't argue, I slowly raised this soft lace over my quivering knees. My cock getting harder, why the hell was it getting harder? The underwear did feel kind of nice on my skin. I raised it some more, it was never going to fit over my raging hard on, but they where fully on. I looked down at myself and could have cried.

"Well then who is a pretty Girl, give Daddy a swirl"

I stared at him.

"I SAID GIVE DADDY A SWIRL" he boomed.

I swirled, I admit it, no argument, his voice alone made me turn on my toes like a ballerina. He laughed; I will never forget the sound of that mocking laugh.

"Well then Martin, hope you learned your lesmister. Did you?"

"I nodded" as a tear ran down my cheek.

"Good, time to teach Martina her lesmister now"

He leapt up from the bed, and placed a powerful grip around my neck, I could hardly breathe. With the other hand he grabbed hold of the panties and pulled them up tighter. The pain was unbearable. This was the most perverted wedgie in the history of mankind. I felt faint, I had little air, and could not shout for help, or even mutter for mercy.

"Got to teach Martina a lesmister don't we," he whispered in to my ear.

His hands on my shoulders. With some power his pushed me to my knees. I struggled but he was too strong. I felt so weak. He placed his left hand on the top of my head to keep me in place; with one hand he still had the power to control me. I now was facing directly in to his crotch and I could see a faint bulge. I started to weep. His free hand slowly undone his zip. Then his semi hard cock sprung out. It was huge. I gazed in awe at it, a vein on the left hand side throbbed. With each throb his cock seemed to grow another inch. My mouth hung open, I was starting to get my breath back when ...

"Gnnng" I gagged as he powerd his cock passed my lips.

He placed both hands on the back of my head and powerd me on to his cock.

"Gnnnfffggg," I gagged again.

The smell of his cock was intoxicating. Only half of his cock was invading my mouth and I could hardly stay conscious. I wrestled to get free, but the more I tussled the harder his grip on my head got.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and then just as I got some breath back he powerd it back in harder than before. I felt so vulnerable. My hands flailed at my side trying to keep balance. I had to place my hands on his strong thighs just to stay on my knees. He started rhythmically bucking his hips feeding more and more cock in to my mouth each time. My tongue bashed against the intruding shaft. My innocence being stripped away with each and every thrust.

I could taste the hot meat in my mouth, feel the throbbing vein against my check. He took one hand off me head, and placed on my chin, and turned my head to look at him. He winked as I made it eye contact.

"Your doing good you little whore, soon have you trained up".

I tried to moan but all you could here was mumbling, even in my own ears it was indistinguishable from moans of pain or ecstasy. In my own head I was getting confused.

He was aggressively fucking my face, and I was starting to get turned on by it. My hands tightened on his thighs, and then as I involuntary moved closer to him, my hands grasped on to his butt. He lowered the pace, but it was still nothing but a face fucking.

He was in deep on me now, and I had started to stop gagging when he got fully in. I could feel his balls on my chin. I could start to hear a slutty slurping noises. I was wondering where the noise was coming from, then I realised it was me.

His hand had gone from the top of my head, and I was moving in motion with the thrust of his hips. Drool ran out of he corner of my mouth, my body had turned against me as my mouth eagerly devoured his hot and juicy cock.

He put a hand on my head, and withdrew his cock. I'm ashamed to admit that I tried to power myself back on it. But he was still too strong. With his free hand he grabbed the base of his cock and bashed it against my face. I swear it was still growing bigger and thicker.

"Who is a little Slut?"

I remained silent, praying that he would just shove it back in my mouth

"Who is a little Slut?"

I looked him in the eyes – "I am"

"Good girl"

He slapped his thick cock against me one last time and stuck it back in my mouth

He grabbed the back of my head and went for power fucking my skull.

Within 10 seconds he erupted in my mouth, I was truly a slut as I gulped down his seed.

He let go of me and I fell to the floor.

He zipped himself back up.

"Get yourself tidy Martina, Am supposed to see your mom in 15 minutes to give her a little going. But I will get back to you"

He picked up his mobile off the bed, and took some photos of me laying there cum running out of my mouth, in women's underwear furiously wanking myself away.

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Paying For A Horny Hen Night


I knocked hard on the door and waited. There was a pregnant pause during which I could imagine her heart sinking like a stone as her last hope that I would not come was dashed.

"Come in, it's open" her voiced cracked as she bade me to enter.

I smiled and pushed open the door to the hotel room, entered then turned to lock it. It was 9am of Rachel Jones's wedding day and I was here to fuck her in every hole she had.

She was dressed, as I had instructed her, in her bridal white lingerie and she looked magnificent. Her pert 25 year old body looking like it had been poured into the white lace bra, panties and stockings, her skin perfectly tanned. Her shoulder length straight brown hair was to be styled later that morning but was still perfect and best of all her bright green eyes glistened with just the merest hint of a tear. It was a bravura sight for a perverted blackmailer such as myself.

"You look wonderful Rachel. I'm sure you'll make a wonderful bride."

"Fuck you."

"Hmm. No I think I'd rather fuck you. Now let's not delay I know you've got a busy day ahead of you."

Her angry glare was worth the comment and I just returned my biggest, cheesiest grin to her.

"Turn around and bend over the bed, I want to get a good look at what I'm getting for the next hour."

I got the glare again, though this time with a doe eyed pout as she turned and did as I said. I came up close and reached my hands out and caressed her silky smooth ass cheeks, they felt like heaven itself. I pulled my right hand back and slapped her ass hard, it made her give a little yelp and jump and I enjoyed the sight of a red hand print come up on her ass cheek. I could see she was biting her lip and I smiled as I reached my hand between her legs and manoeuvred the thin gusset of her panties to one side and began to probe at her cunt with two fingers. I rubbed and played for a few minutes until the bitch was wet despite herself and then I sharply spun her around so she was facing me and shoved her down onto the top of the hotel bed on her back.

And still she glowered and growled at me. Dumb bitch didn't seem to get that the more she showed her reluctance and annoyance at having to do this the more it fucking turned me on! I put my legs between her slightly spread legs and pushed them out so that her wet, near hairless pussy was clearly exposed to me. I casually unzipped my trousers and pulled out my stiff, six inch, fat cock and pointed it at her (to her visible disgust).

"Think I'll have a go at that nice, tight pussy of yours, see what that lucky bastard's letting himself in for. Kinda nice knowing he won't ever have it again quite as tight as I had it!"

I thought she was going to hit me for that, kinda wish she had as it would have given me a reamister to slap the bitch across her scowling face. But she didn't so I just dropped my trousers completely, stepped out of them and got down to business. And she was tight, which was nice, especially as after I had powerd my dick inside the inside walls of her pussy seemed to grip the sides of my cock. I started to fuck her, my hands roaming over her expensive underwear, powering their way below the lace, fondling her boobs and tweaking her nipples.

"Enjoying yourself bitch? You're plenty wet!" I goaded her and received a good sized mouthful of spit to my face for my trouble. Nice!

As I continued to fuck her I reached to my own face, wiped her saliva from my face and then pushed my fingers into her open mouth.

"Let's put that back where it belongs."

I pushed my hand further into her mouth until my thumb and four fingers were all in her mouth, pressed down on her tongue.

"And don't think of using those nice, white, gleaming teeth bitch. Not if you want to be smiling in any of your wedding photos."

She could tell I wasn't kidding about and I could feel her jaw slacken almost immediately. Eventually I removed my slimy hand from her mouth and wiped it in her perfect hair before pulling her the tops of her bra cups down and exposing her perky little breasts. While I continued to pound into her I wriggled up, fixed my mouth onto her right nipple and began to chew on it. She squirmed and I grinned up at her.

"Not like that? Guess you won't like where I'm going next then, will you. Time for that sweet ass of yours to get a test drive. I bet you've never taken it in the cuckolds brownieter before, have you?"

I pulled my erect cock from her then roughly turned her over so she was face down on the large bed. Again I was between her legs and I shoved her forward so I could kneel on the bed as I pressed my slick cock tip against her tight, puckered asshole. Oh the sensation as I entered her, the shudders from her as she was invaded in those most permisteral of holes plus the tightness against my cock, sliding my foreskin back. I grabbed her hair in one hand and wrenched on it, pulling it up so it was surely close to being pulled from the scalp. She moaned as I pressed forward at the crotch, filling her bowel until I could feel my balls bounce against her soft ass cheeks. And then I pulled back slowly before jerking forward quickly and beginning a really hard ass fucking the likes of which dear Rachel would surely never have experienced before.

Rachel was squealing and groaning like a stuck pig beneath me, desperate not to make too much noise, after all her family and friends were in hotel rooms not very far from where we were. That just excited me more and I ploughed into her harder and harder, my balls slapping hard on her ass now. Hard and noisily. This was dirty, nasty, degrading sex just the type I love. But I was conscious of the time and a deal is a deal, even with a cheating slut. So I pulled my throbbing dick from Rachel's asshole and dragged her off the bed with me and onto her knees.

What a sight she made. On her knees, sweating and exposed, teary eyed and trembling in her sexy lingerie. My dick was inches from her full, bee stung lips and she knew which hole I wanted next. Which hole I would dump my cum in and over.

"Please, don't" was all she could bring herself to say.

She needed reminding why we were here so I reached to my discarded trousers and pulled out a memory stick and print of a picture. She looked up to see what I had produced and shrank at the blown up print of her sucking my brothers cock in a dank, deserted alley way. Clearly memories of her takesen hen night came flashing back into her mind at the sight of them.

"Ok, we can stop if you want but if we do you don't get these. So what's it going to be? Open up?"

"But that things just been in my ass, at least clean it."

"Ha! You really don't get it, do you? That's the whole point bitch. Ass to mouth baby, ass to mouth! The only thing cleaning it is your tongue if you want these so open up!"

The acceptance in those beautiful, wide faux innocent eyes was a sight to see, as was her cherry red lips slowly opening up to allow me access. I didn't wait, thrusting myself forward and plunging my messy dick into Rachel's mouth. Again that was a picture to behold, the look of revulsion on her face worth all the effort. Then the slow movement of her tongue on the underside of my veiny cock as she started to clean her own mess of me. I laughed and plucked my dick from her gasping lips only to slap it contemptuously against both her cheeks, her chin and her forehead before sticking it back in to her mouth.

By this point I was so close to blowing my load and a quick check of my watch told me I only had ten minutes or so left and I'm nothing if not good to my word – I would be out of her by ten. So I increased my power of thrusts, jabbing my dick right to the back of her throat, making her gag on it before pulling out slightly and firing a huge, hot, sticky load of cum onto her tongue, filling her mouth and some even spilling out the corners of her mouth to drip down her cheeks. I squeezed the last out before wiping my dick in her hair. Then I deliberately set the memory tick and picture on her bed and got dressed.

"Have a good wedding Rachel, I'm sure as Manny reaches over to kiss you he won't taste my cum in his bride's mouth will he?"

"Fuck you, you bastard!"

I smirked and left, giving the blushing bride plenty of time to get ready for her great day. As I exited her room I phoned my brother (the stripper in the photograph) to drive the car round to collect me at the entrance to the hotel and asking him to remind me which hen party we were targeting tonight. As I walked through the corridors I passed a young lady the spitting image of Rachel who I had just finished thoroughly debasing, it could only be her younger sister, the bridesmaid. God, I wondered if she was engaged!

De reporter à chien dévoué


J'avais à faire un reportage et quelques photos pour un journal. Quelque chose qui, je le pensais, ne devrait pas durer plus d'une heure. L'interview d'une artiste locale rock. Mélanie C. De grand yeux bleus, de long cheveux bouclés noir, une superbe poitrine et des lèvres mis en valeur par du rouge. Elle portait pour la photo sa tenue de scène en cuir noir et des mules qui laissaient apparaître ses ravissants doigts de pieds dont les ongles étaient vermillons. Elle me reçoit dans une espèce de loge, pleine de costumes, d'accessoires, avec un grand miroir ceint d'ampoules, un vanity case avec mister nécessaire à maquillage, dont une grosse houppette en cygne. Il régnait dans la pièce une étrange odeur, excitante comme celle du Popers. "Appelez-moi Mel" dit la chanteuse en plongeant mister regard dans le mien. "On n’est pas obligé de commencer tout de suite, j'aime interroger le journaliste avant l'interview pour voir à qui j'ai à faire ça ne vous dérange pas j'espère. Je fis un non de la tête. J'ai une amie qui vous connait. Elle m'a parlé de vous. "Ha bon" fis-je intrigué. "Il parait que vous êtes adepte de certaines pratiques, et que pour peu que l'on joue le jeu, votre article est beaucoup plus percutant!" "Je et bien c'est à dire" bredouillais-je "Oui ou non" fit-elle d'un ton impérieux "oui" avouais-je. "Bon, c'est bien. Alors comme ça tu aimes être dominé par une femme ! Être sa chose. Ça t'excite d'exécuter les caprices d'une maitresse femme et même d'être humilié ! Mon ami m'a dit que la dernière fois elle avait bien jouée et joui de toi dans sa boutique. Elle avait fait de toi sa petite pute..." Je ne parlais pas, je me contentais d'écouter cette femme qui me rappelait la dernière offense que m'avait fait subir "mister amie". "Moi aussi j'aime humilier un homme, en faire une chose rampante, ma petit poupée avec laquelle je joue. Tu voudrais que je joue avec toi. Que je te dresse pour mon plaisir. Tu seras mon giton, ma p'tite pouffe vulgaire à moi. Je te maquillerai, tu porteras mes dessous, je te passerai des huiles essentielles pour que tu sois toute douce et parfumée. Je te raserai. Je te palperai les fesses. Y ferai parcourir m'a langue jusqu'à ton petit troufignon. J'enfoncerai un doigt, puis deux, puis trois pour t'élargir. Ça te plairait?" "Oui, madame" "c'est bien. Et je te prendrai au gode-ceinture, lentement en te prenant les couilles. Et puis je te bourrerai, en le laissant pantelante sur le sol. Tu aimerais ? «Oui" "alors commences-donc par me lécher le talon. Si tu le fais bien peut être j'ai bien dit peut-être, tu auras droit à la suite du programme !"
Agenouillé face à elle j'entreprenais de lui lécher le talon de sa chaussure. Elle me regardait d'un air d'une lionne qui couve sa proie...

A quatre pattes devant elle j'entreprenais de lécher mister pied gauche, dont j'avais au préalable retiré la mule. Elle souriait d'un regard carnassier et m'encourageait en disant "lèches bien,lustres bien mes ongles rouges!" Son pied dégageait une légère odeur de transpiration. Je durcissais lentement, mais surement. Je me demandais si j'étais en plein rêve où si la chance et le fait que j'avais contenté la jeune marocaine vendeuse de lingerie, m'avait valu la publicité qui me faisait me retrouver aux pieds de la délicieuse Mélanie. Elle me fit relever "fouts-toi à poil conasse" .Je me déshabillais en me demandant jusqu'où cette histoire, allait me mener et jusqu'où, j'étais moi même prêt à aller. Lorsque je fus nu , elle m'intima:"approches-toi, là devant la coiffeuse,on va voir si ton corps est réactif, en particulier tes tétons " Elle prit alors la houpette en cygne qu'elle laissa glisser sur mon torse. La sensation était exquise et double.D'une part la caresse était électrisante et d'autre part la poudre sur la houpette avait un délicieux parfum. Ma verge était dure et cela se voyait. Elle remonta alors passant sur mon visage, puis derrière le lobe de mes oreilles. Elle avait mes yeux dans ses yeux et jouissait d'une contrôle que ses manipulations avaient sur moi. "enfiles ses bas!" Elle tendit alors des bas de soie crème, que j'enfilais délicatement pour ne pas les filer. "approche ta bouche que j'y mette du rouge à lèvres" Elle m'enduisait les lèvres de rouge. Intérieurement , je me sentais de moins en moins mâle et de plus en plus "femelle", la soumission m'excitait. A ce moment précis je voulais m'abandonner totalement à cette femme, lui donner tout pouvoir sur moi."Mets cette perruque maintenant!" Un carré blond, dans le reflet du miroir, je voyais une catin blonde exécuter des gestes de manières gourde..."Un peu de parfum, sur ton cou. Angel,tu aimes...Maintenant, mets toi à quatre pattes, cambres-toi. Tu as un jolie petit cul de salope. Aïcha, m'a dit qu'elle t'avait fait perdre ta virginité anale et que tu avais aimé ça, répond!" "oui, madame" ai-je répondu d'une voix veule. Elle enfila alors un gant de latex, pris une bouteille d'huile et commença de faire passer la pulpe de mister majeur sur ma raie. Je frismisternais de nouveau. Elle laissa couler goutes à goutes sur mes fesses mister majeur s'introduisit dans mon rectum. Avec l'huile, il glissait bien. Elle tournait. Et moi,moi, je commençait d'onduler mon bassin comme une invites à aller plus loin, plus profondément en moi..."Ne t'inquiètes-pas,d'ici peu je serais en toi, je te posséderai comme jamais on ne t'a possédé!" Deux doigts plus tard, elle fut convaincu que j'étais prêt à la recevoir. Mais pour en être sur elle tendit un petit flacon en disant "respires , c'est du poppers". Je m'appliquais à respirer la sensation fut troublante ça montait dans tête et ma rosette s'ouvrait. Elle en profita pour pointer mister gland factice à l'entrée et le pénétrer. Bien préparé, le god rentra sans peine. Je sentais aussi le haut de ses cuisses chaudes se frotter à moi. Elle me sodomisa en cadence pendant 15 bonnes minutes alternant les insultes, et des compliments que l'on ferait à une fille. C'était trop bon. Le plaisir monta m'envahissant de l'intérieur. Je disais "vas-y prend-moi!Je suis ta salope, ta pute. Fais de moi ce que tu veux...Mais la séance ne faisait que commencer...

Nous avons failli attendre... Merci pour ce "petit texte"...

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A Strong Black Woman Enslaved

The things I do continue to puzzle me, folks. There is a fine line between our perception of ourselves and our innermost desires. My name is Bernadine Arnold. I'm a six-foot-one, muscular and fit, busty and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a Probation Officer working for the Plymouth County. I love my job. Being a Black woman working in the field of Criminal Justice grants me a lot of power. And I absolutely love it. What can I say? In many ways, I got it made. We need more Black male and Black female professionals in the field of Criminal Justice. We're overrepresented on the wrong side of the law and underrepresented on the right side. But that's slowly changing, and I'm quite glad. Word up, as the young people say!

By night, I become something so far removed from my image as a straight-laced Black female professional that my friends and family would never recognize me. Folks, I got something to confess. And as a Black professional woman, it's not easy for me to admit it. However, it's such a big part of my sexuality that denying it would be useless at this point. Are you ready? Here goes nothing. Folks, I have a slave fetish. I am a modern-day Black woman with slave fantasies. I want to dominated by a cruel and domineering White permister. I want them to completely dominate me and debase me as a Black woman. I get off on racial offense...though the strictly consensual kind, of course. And I don't think I'm not the only one. I've met people of all races with this peculiar fetish. The fact that I'm a Black woman with this particular desire has made quite the odd duck even in the circles that I travel in. This fetish of mine has made many of the White men and White women I've been with quite uncomfortable. They just don't know how to go about dominating a big and tall Black woman. If they only knew how submissive I am, deep down. Fortunately, I found someone capable of taking me in hand and giving me the domination that I deserve it. One of the men I supervise as a Probation Officer.

His name is Sean Wilmister. A big and tall, red-haired and green-eyed Caucasian male who recently got paroled after serving ten years at Walpole State Primister in upstate Massachusetts. Sean Wilmister went to jail for a hate crime. He beat up some Nigerian immigrant who shoved him at a supermarket, and in the heat of the fight, he was heard calling the permister some really unflattering names such as filthy bastard and inferior swine. Sean Wilmister is a self-admitted misanthrope. He doesn't like anyone. He hates women, and has been known to say that women were evil. He doesn't think much of his fellow men, and has been heard calling all men pathetic weaklings. Excluding himself, of course. Sean hates men and women of all races, backgrounds and sexual orientations equally. The human race is the bane of his existence.

Sean has a real problem with just about everybody he meets. He doesn't like Blacks, or his fellow Whites, whom he considers the scum of the universe. He also doesn't like Hispanics or Asians for that matter. He wishes the entire human race would wipe itself out and leave him the sole human being left alive on the planet. He's a self-admitted bisexual, having left Nancy, his Irish Catholic wife of five years for another man, his gay pal Joey. They got into a dispute a few weeks after he left his wife and Joey threw him out into the streets. Just because Sean is bisexual doesn't make him more tolerant of sexual minorities. Believe me when I tell you that he really doesn't like gay people. He thinks the straight world sucks and dislikes effeminate gay men and masculine lesbian chicks. He basically hates everyone. He doesn't like citizens or immigrants. He hates the entire world and has been known to say that if the world ended tomorrow, he'd celebrate it. He's the most despicable human being I know. And I want him to play the role of dominant White Master to my inner Black female submissive and would-be slave.

Well, folks, I'm happy to say that Sean didn't disappoint. Really, the arrogant bisexual White male took to interracial domination and racial offense like a cat takes to hunting mice. He just needed a little coaching. Which I was happy to provide him with. Contrarily to what most people think, in a dominant versus submissive relationship, the submissive is really the one in control. Sean really got in touch with his inner Master just as I got in touch with my inner Slave. And he unleashed an erotic hell upon me. Presently, he has me on all fours on a bench in his basement. There are steel bindings shackling my hands and feet. Sean fastened a doggy collar around my neck, and has a long leash attached to it. Tugging on the leash with his left hand, he spanks my big round ass with his right hand. I cringe, for my ass stings where he hits me. Laughing, Sean tells me he's always wanted to spank a big-booty Black woman like myself.

I grit my teeth as Sean uses the leash as a whip and begins flogging me. I turn briefly, and watch him as he goes to work on me. With one hand he holds the whip, with the other he holds his dick. His long and thick, uncircumcised white cock. He tells me he's going to give me a sound beating. According to him, women in general, particularly women like myself have too much power in today's world. Thirty or so years ago, female probation officers were unheard of in this country. Now we're the fastest group in the field. And many men ( and a few women, it must said, for it is true ) aren't happy about that. Many male criminals prefer to deal with male probation permisternel, and many male probation officers find their female colleagues catty, unreliable and sometimes downright impossible to deal with. Having dealt with a female probation officer or two, I know some of these complaining men have a point. We could be quite difficult to deal with, and Sean wanted to make me pay for that. He was making my big round ass pay for the collective sins of female probation permisternel everywhere. He beat my ass, hard. In spite of myself, I began to scream. His whip-like leash struck me on the buttocks, the back, the legs and even the face. I screamed as my body endured the deliciously hot pain.

After beating me senseless with his improvised whip, Sean grabbed my long Black hair and yanked my head back. His voice almost a whisper, he asked me if I'd had enough. Smiling wickedly, I said hell no. Grinning, Sean told me he was just getting started. Then he powerfully pried my ass cheeks apart. I felt him apply something slick and cold against my anus. He told me it was lubricant. A moment later, I felt something hard press itself against my anus. Gripping my hips, Sean shoved his dick into my ass. I gasped in shock. I couldn't believe this. The dude just shoved his dick up my ass! He began to fuck me hard, pounding his cock into my cuckolds brownie hole. And you know what? I absolutely frigging loved it. Every thrust. Every push. Sean's cock ***d me, stretching my asshole to previously unimaginable girths. It hurt. It felt great. I screamed. I howled. I bawled. I absolutely loved it. And when he came, sending his semen deep inside of me, I welcomed the onslaught of his seed.

For a long time, we remain frozen, our bodies joined. Then Sean pulls out of me, and I feel suddenly empty. He removes my bindings, and I am free once more. I look at him and he looks at me. We don't smile. We don't kiss. We don't embrace. For that's not what this is about. We both have our unique needs and we need to have them met. He's a sadist whose fantasies include racial domination, and he's never before found anyone, woman or man, willing to indulge him. I'm his first. And he's a first for me as well. I've never done this with a male before, let alone a white one. My partners in interracial dominance games were usually kinky women of the Asian, Latin or Caucasian persuasions. Most of the men were too uncomfortable to play with me. Not Sean, though. He was clearly a cut above the rest.

I take a shower, then leave his residence. When we see each other tomorrow, he'll be the guy who's in the system and I'll be the dutiful Probation Officer who watches his every move. Tonight, though, we were something else. Just a man and a woman letting go of racial and gender issues, along with permisteral and professional boundaries and the issues of political correctness to indulge our most private needs. And you know what? It felt wonderful. The most liberated I've ever felt as a woman was when I was bound and completely subdued by a man's power. Of my own free will, of course. What does that say about me? I don't know, and to be honest, I don't really care.

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Black Lesbian Domination

The name is Marion Brown. I'm a six-foot-three, kind of heavyset and big-bottomed yet good-looking young black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Riddick College and these days, life is okay. I'm having a lot of fun these days. Simply put, things couldn't be better. I am immersing myself into the BDSM lifestyle and to be honest, I'm loving the things that I'm discovering. Both about myself and about the permister taking me on the journey. I sought to trick my mistress, but she took me in hand and taught me all I know.

I was introduced to the BDSM lifestyle by my Mistress, a gorgeous black lady named Lamika Wayne. She's now my slave by the way. Mistress Lamika Wayne is the new Director of Athletics at Riddick College. Under her direction, the school has undergone a lot of expansion. Riddick College used to be an all-female school, named after Jennifer Riddick, a Boston-born woman who fought against the South during the American Civil War while disguised as a man. She died defending liberty and justice. And our school is named after her. The school voted to admit male students in 2004. Five years later, male students made up forty nine percent of the three-thousand permister student body. The male student enrollment boom is a direct result of Lamika Wayne creating a varsity football team.

I am a starting kicker on the first-ever men's varsity football team at Riddick College. When I told Mr. Rodham, the football coach, that I wanted to try out, he told me it would be up to the athletic director. I went to the athletic director's office and we had a talk. She was a gorgeous, well-dressed, intelligent and downright intimidating woman. Yet I held my ground. Athletic director Lamika Wayne told me that she found my decision to play college football intriguing. As an NCAA Division Three school, Riddick College didn't offer any athletic scholarships. Also, the argument could be made that I was only doing this for attention.

In that regard, you'd be half right. I played football with some guys in my neighborhood on Ash Street, in Brockton's west side. I know how to play. Still, I knew that being the only black female to play college football for a private school in New England would definitely make me the talk of the NCAA and ESPN. And you are right. I definitely wanted attention. Riddick College was one of the athletic powerhouses of the region. We competed in men's and women's basketball, men's and women's cross country, men's and women's swimming, men's and women's Ice Hockey, men's and women's volleyball, men's and women's soccer, men's and women's wrestling, women's equestrian, men's and women's Gymnastics, men's and women's track & field, men's and women's alpine skiing, women's field hockey and men's and women's rowing. Yet I wanted to join the football team. Why? Because it's America's top sport and the most competitive athletic endeavor known to man.

Athletic Director Lamika Wayne told me that I had a right to try out for the men's varsity football team of Riddick College under the current rules of Title IX. She also warned me to expect no special treatment. Well, I tried out and even though the coach and the other guys put me through hell, I actually made it. I joined the team as a kicker. I played soccer in high school. And I was team captain. There isn't a single guy playing college football who can kick the football like I can. I don't care if he's a shoo-in for the national football league. He doesn't have my level of talent.

When the news about my joining the football team hit the air ways, I became a celebrity overnight. Young women were calling me a role model and an inspiration. I was interviewed by ESPN, BET and CNN. Yeah, I was doing alright. At school, I was an even bigger celebrity. Only one permister didn't seem impressed by what I was doing. The athletic director herself, Miss Lamika Wayne. In spite of myself, I was put off by her attitude. Also, she sort of fascinated me. Lamika Wayne was a six-foot-four, delightfully curvy black woman in her early forties. She used to play college basketball back in the day and even had a stint playing for the WNBA in its early days. She was a legend in her own right. She first came to Riddick College as a student-athlete, then she returned to become a coach there after her career in women's professional basketball ended. Yes, this was a woman who had led an amazing life.

I began asking around campus, and I tried to find out as much about her as possible. While her career was an open book, the athletic director's permisteral life was quite mysterious. Nobody seemed to know anything about her permisteral life. Was she married, divorced or single? Did she have misters and flowers? Was she a lesbian? Bisexual? Straight? Nobody knew jack about her. She was a good-looking woman, and a smart permister. Yet she was also the most asexual permister I've ever seen. I became determined to get to the bottom of this. So, I approached her one day and we chatted a bit.

Lamika Wayne was definitely a very reserved permister. However, I'm good at reading people. It's a gift. I sensed something smoldering beneath her cool façade. This was a woman of great passion. I slowly insinuated myself into her life, asking her to be my mentor. She was a founding member of the black female sorority I joined. She hesitated, but eventually agreed. Thus, we became friends, after a fashion. It was the first step into my game of seduction. Imagine that. A young black lesbian seducing an older black woman. It does happen. Lamika Wayne is one hot mama. And I wanted a piece of her action.

Like I said at the beginning, Lamika introduced me to BDSM. At first, she was the dominant one. Bossing me around and telling me what to do. She whipped me, spanked me and smacked me hard. I loved it. I love pain. A few sessions in, I turned the tables on her. I dominated Mistress Lamika Wayne herself. How about that? I sat on her throne while she knelt before me, a gloriously naked older black woman. I ordered her to lick my pussy. I smiled as she fastened her lips to my snatch and did just that. With the flogger in my hand, I whipped her big black ass, encouraging her to keep going. With hardly a whimper, she endured what I dished out and ate out my pussy.

Next, I kicked things up a notch. No longer a mistress, Lamika Wayne got on all fours. Face down and ass up. I knelt behind her and gave her big butt a good spanking with the thickest wooden paddle I could find. She yelped in pain as I dished out some serious punishment. I absolutely loved it. I whipped her ass and then fetched my strap-on dildo. I lubricated her asshole and inserted my dildo inside.

Lamika Wayne gasped as my dildo entered her asshole. She squealed in protest, telling me that she never allowed anything up her ass. I laughed. Bitch. There is a first time for everything. Gripping her hips, I thrust the dildo deep into her asshole. Lamika howled as I fucked her ass with all of the savagery I could muster. I laughed. I couldn't believe it. I was dominating a sexy older black woman. A black woman who saw herself as a dominant permister all of her life was submitting to me. Hot damn. My pussy was gushing with liquid excitement. I slammed my dildo up her ass like it was nothing. She screamed. She cried. She begged and pleaded. It was awesome.

Afterwards, she swore her loyalty to me. From that moment on, she was my slave. Yes. Lamika Waybe, the first female Athletic Director of Riddick College had become my lesbian love slave. She can no longer refuse me anything. At all. I think I'm going to have a very fun and exciting collegiate career, don't you?