les histoires de chrislebo

When he had gone, the girls began to strip. Mary looked around a little nervously.

"Strip down to your knickers, luv, and then put the T-shirt on," Rita instructed.

Mary did as she was instructed feeling a little self conscious undressing in front of everyone. Rita was soon down to her brief panties. Mary noticed her breasts drooped slightly. Well, she guessed that was to be expected after a couple of youngren.

"I wish I still had tits like yours," Rita commented when Mary had removed her bra. "Mine used to be like that, but look at 'em now after a couple of kids have been hanging on to 'em." She cupped her breasts in her hands and lifted them. "If I win the lottery, first thing I'll do is get a boob job. Still," she shrugged, "the guys seem to like 'em."

She slipped the white t-shirt over her head. On the front was the picture of a pig on a motor bike and the words Road Hog Diner.

They stored their discarded clothes in a locker and made sure it was secure. Jim came back in. Some of the girls were still in just their panties, but he didn't seem to notice. Mary guessed he'd seen it all before.

"Right, you lot listen up," he called. "Come up when your name's announced. I'll have a little chat with you, ask about what you do and what you will do with the winnings. Then you will get wet and dance for five minutes. Okay, that is not too hard. Any questions?" He looked around. "Okay, listen out for me to call your name."

The girls sat around chatting while Jim, now acting as compère (master of ceremonies), started the proceedings. Mary heard loud cheers from the crowd. She wondered what it was going to feel like displaying her breasts in front of so many strangers. She was glad they were at least strangers.

With the announcements made, there was a loud blast of music and the first girl was called up on stage amid loud applause. Mary heard the music start up and heard the cheers and shouts from the crowd.

"Sounds a noisy lot," she said turning to Rita.

Rita grinned. "Wait till you hear them in the finals. They are really noisy then."

Just then the first girl came back off stage. She was soaking wet, her lank hair plastered to her head. The white t-shirt now almost transparent was clinging to her like a second skin, her breasts and nipples clearly on display. She grabbed a towel from a pile on a table and started to dry herself.

One by one the girls made their way up to the stage, and all returned looking the same, wet and bedraggled. At last she heard her name being called. She felt a slight flutter in her stomach as she made her way out onto the stage. She looked out; a sea of faces was looking up at her. "Welcome to the Road Hog, Annabelle," Jim greeted her. "How old are you, and what do you do for a living?" He held the microphone in front of her.

"I'm 28 and I work in an office." She didn't think she needed to say any more than that.

"And you have never done this before have you?" Mary shook her head.

"So, guys," Jim said turning to the audience, "we've got a new pair of tits for you tonight, and if Annabelle gets through to the next round, maybe even more, so come on, give her a big Road Hog welcome."

There was a loud cheer from the crowd and Mary squealed as someone came up behind her and poured a bucket of cold water over her head. She looked stunned for a moment and the audience laughed. Then the music started with a loud rock beat and she began to dance. She could feel her nipples hardened by the cold water rubbing against the thin material of the shirt. She knew they were on show to everyone, bouncing and jiggling to the beat of the music. The enthusiasm of the crowd began to get to her and she found she was enjoying herself. It was exciting being partly naked in front of so many. She was in fact a little disappointed when the music faded and the crowd applauded her performance wildly.

Back down in the dressing room Rita greeted her. "You did well; they liked you; you should get through to the next round."

She dried herself on a towel and wished Rita luck when it was her turn.

After the first round, a barman came in with cans of take for everyone, and Jim came back stage to announce the six girls who were through to the next round. Both Mary and Rita had made it.

While they sat and sipped their takes, Rita went and got a couple more t-shirts from a pile on the table. She took a pair of scissors from her hand bag, and to Mary's amazement, she began to cut and slash at them.

She saw the look on Mary's face. "You need to show more flesh this time, darling, and it's a good idea to rip the shirt off completely as a big finish. Sometimes they are difficult to tear so slashing them works two ways: shows the guys a little more and you can get it off without a struggle.

When she had finished, Mary tried it on. It was about ten inches shorter than last time. Before her panties had been covered by her shirt; now they were exposed. She suddenly realized that if they became wet they were not going to conceal a lot. Also several of the slits in the shirt exposed her breasts completely. She shrugged when she caught sight of herself in a mirror, and this was only the second round.

She was third on stage just after Rita. Rita came off stage dripping with water and wearing just her brief panties. She grinned at Mary. "There's a good crowd tonight; go and give it to them, but stay clear of the edge of the stage. There are some groping hands."

This time Mary strode back on stage a little more confidently. She was enjoying the adoration of the crowd; it excited her that the guys were screaming for her. She danced well knowing that she was probably showing them everything, for she guessed her panties were almost transparent with the water. She took Rita's advice and as the music ended she ripped the t-shirt off completely and tossed it out into the crowd. There was a scramble for it. She stood there in front of a hundred or so guys naked apart from her soaked panties milking the applause like a professional before rushing off stage.

Downstairs, Rita greeted her. "Sounded as though they liked you," she smiled and passed her a fresh towel. "You should get into the final three."

She was right. Mary's name was called as one of the finalists.

They sat together having a take. "Are you up for this?" Rita asked. You need to show everything and more if you want to win."

Mary shrugged. "I've got to win. It's not the money; it's just that I've got to win." She thought for a moment and then went on to tell Rita about the blackmailer.

Rita listened intently until she had finished, then she put her arm around her. "You poor thing."

Mary smiled. "It's not too bad now. It was horrid at first. I felt dirty, but I'm beginning to enjoy some of the things." She grinned. "Actually, it's been quite fun tonight."

She sipped on her take and then turned to Rita. "Look, you have to show me how I can win this contest, and if I succeed, I'll share my winnings with you. As I told you, I'm not in it for the money."

Rita's eyes lit up. "You really mean that?" Mary nodded.

Rita thought for a moment, and then she looked at Mary. "Look, like I told you at the beginning, to win this you have to be willing to go all the way and I really mean that. They are just a crowd of redy perverts out there. They want to see everything, and I really mean everything."

Mary looked at her new friend and nodded. "I guessed as much. What do I need to do?"

"Well, I guess you need to start by losing your knickers."

Mary stood up and thrust down her wet panties. She stood there naked in front of Rita. She nodded. "You have a nice body. Wait until you've had a couple of kids. It will be like mine." She picked up a fresh t-shirt. "Here, put this on."

Mary slipped the fresh shirt on over her head. She felt excited about going out there without her panties on. She knew she was going to have to show everything this time. She shivered with excitement at the thought.

"Okay, you are ready to go now so let's go through the routine. After the chat with Jim and once you're wet, start dancing. Give it a couple of minutes. Flash them; let them know you are naked under the shirt. Mind you, I guess most of them will have guessed by then anyway. Then you need to strip completely."

Mary could now visualize herself standing completely naked in front of all those guys. The thought of it almost brought on an orgasm. She pressed her thighs together tightly.

"After that you have about three minutes to perform, and it's up to you; the more you let them see, the more they will like it. Before I had the kids, I used to strip in pubs and clubs. And it was the same there. If you spread your legs and let them get a good look at your pussy, they loved it, but even then, some wanted you to go even further.

"Go further than that? "Mary inquired. "I don't understand."

"In the trade it's called showing pink: spreading your pussy lips open, letting them get a real eyeful."

Mary was stunned for a moment. Would she have to go that far to win? Then she remembered his voice: "Do anything you have to do, just win." Oh, my God, she thought to herself.

She was still thinking about what Rita had said when her name was called. Rita shook her. "It's your turn."

She made her way up the stairs still in a bit of a daze after Rita's revelation, but she managed to shake it off. Once she was out on stage, she felt very vulnerable without her panties on and was glad that the fresh t-shirt was long enough to cover everything.

A big cheer went up when she appeared accompanied by a few shouts of, "Get it off."

"Well, Annabelle, you've made it through to the last three," Jim said when she reached center stage. "Not bad for your first attempt. Can you win it?"

"I can with the help of these guys," she said smiling at the audience.

Again loud whistles and cheers went up.

"Okay, it's over to you, Annabelle; take it away."

One of the stage hands came over with a bucket of water and tipped it over her. Then the music started and she began to dance. She remembered what Rita had said and gave them little glimpses of her bottom, just enough for them to realize that she was wearing nothing under the T-shirt. When she guessed she was about halfway through her routine, she turned her back on the audience, stood with her legs slightly apart, and gripping hold of the bottom of her shirt, she began to slowly peel it up her body. The cheers and whistles were now deafening, and the excitement was getting to her.

Her arms were raised and the whole of her body was exposed. She quickly drew it over her head, and then holding it to conceal her pussy, she turned and faced them. She couldn't believe the way she was feeling. She could feel her heart thumping, and she was breathless with excitement. Then with one sudden movement, she balled the wet t-shirt up and tossed it into the crowd. Now she had nothing to protect her body from there prying eyes. Her movements became more suggestive. The more they shouted and cheered, the more she wanted to please them. She even moved closer to the edge of the stage then she should have, and some of the crowd grasped for her legs, almost causing her to fall into the crowd, but she managed to pull herself back from the edge.

She knew that the music was almost over now; she had to go for it if she wanted to clinch that first prize. She dropped down onto the floor with her feet towards the audience. She raised her knees and then spread her legs; the crowd went wild. She lay there with her legs wide apart, knowing that every intimate detail of her was on show. She stayed in that reveling position until the music finished.

The crowd went wild, whistling and cheering her as she struggled to her feet. Jim came over from the side of the stage. He raised her arm. "Gentlemen, let's hear it for Annabelle. Isn't she a great sport?"

Mary stood there astonished by their loud and ongoing response. She waved and threw kisses to them as she at last left the stage.

Back down in the dressing room Rita wrapped her arms around her. "If you haven't won tonight, there's no justice."

With just one contestant left, Mary waited and prayed. As she waited, she pulled on yet another shirt, the fourth one she had worn that evening. Again there was rapturous applause at the end of the third contestant's performance before she too came down and joined them in the dressing room.

One of the stage hands came down and told all three girls to go back on stage together. "Jim says he wants you all naked," he said.

Mary and the first contestant were wearing t-shirts which they slipped off before making their way up. The other girl had not yet bothered to put anything on as she was still drying herself.

As the three of them appeared all naked together, there were wild cheers. Jim introduced each one again before asking the crowd to vote for the winner. "So, guys," he said, "it's up to you now. The winner is the one who gets the loudest cheer."

Jim held up the hand of each girl one by one and the crowd shouted, whistled, and cheered. Mary was second, and easily out distanced the first girl. Then Jim lifted the hand of the last girl. There was a loud cheer, with some shouting, but not nearly as much as for Mary. It was no contest; Mary won easily

Back down in the dressing room, she shared her winnings, £200, with Rita before getting dressed. It was only when she began to get dressed that she remembered that she had no dry panties to put on. She shrugged. Well, she was getting used to that by now.

The car park was almost empty by the time she left. All the revelers had gone home. Some were probably fucking their partners by now and thinking of Annabelle; others maybe had their own cocks in their hands also thinking of Annabelle.

She needed to get home quickly. She, too, had some unfinished business to attend to.

When Mary arrived home from the Road Hogs wet t-shirt contest, she was in no mood for anything except satisfying her urgent sexual needs. It had been all she could do not to stop the car in a lay on the way home, but after her experience the last time in the car and the resulting photos, she could never be sure where her tormentor was going to pop up.

She managed to get herself to bed, and from her selection of sex toys she selected her favorite and latest purchase, her new wonderful Future Tech Rabbit vibrator, which she had named Roger. She would have rather had the real thing, but at that moment beggars couldn't be choosers and Roger was the next best thing.

Sometimes when her needs were urgent, Roger could be described as the best. Unlike some men, it never went soft, and it always did what was required of it. She applied a smear of lubricating cream to the end and set the speed to low. She almost cried out when she felt the head press against her sensitive pussy lips.

Gently parting the lips she eased it slowly inside enjoying the motion as the rotating steel balls located in the shaft stimulated the walls of her vagina.

Now with the full seven inches of Roger inside her and the clitoral stimulator in position to do its job, she slowly increased the speed to the next level and began working the tool slowly in and out. She was breathing heavily, moving the vibrator as gently as possible against every sensitive area. She wanted to prolong the wonderful experience for as long as possible. When she felt the first waves of an orgasm building up inside her, she stopped moving the tool and just lay there letting Roger's vibrations pleasure her. With her free hand she squeezed her nipple tightly between her thumb and finger, enjoying the exquisite pain that coursed through her body.

She now badly needed to cum and flicked the switch to the high position. She moaned loudly as the extra speed stimulated the oncoming orgasm. Then with a cry, it hit her. She gasped, squeezing her thighs, trapping Roger inside her as the wonderful first orgasm burst inside her. She fell back on the pillows gasping, the tool still jerking inside her.

She managed to reach down and switch it off, but she left it in position enjoying the feel of it inside her, and when she managed at last to regain her composure, she repeated the process. That was the first of many orgasms that night until exhaustion and relax overtook her.

She awoke the following morning to feel Roger still in position. She couldn't resist switching him on for just one more time before reluctantly replacing him in his box. He would need to be cleaned later. She slipped out of bed and dragged herself to the shower.

After the shower, she felt refreshed and hungry. Sunday was usually her day of leisure. She slipped into some fresh undie's and eased on a wrap. She would dress later when she decided what she was going to do. Maybe he would call so she didn't make any plans.

In the kitchen, she cooked herself a full English: bacon, eggs, tomatoes and fried bread, a meal not good for the figure, but it was her weekly treat.

She was on her second cup of coffee when the phone rang. She picked it up; it was him. "Good morning, Mary. How do you feel this morning?"

"Okay, but I was exhausted after last night," she replied. "But I'm feeling better after a relax."

"You looked as though you were enjoying yourself last night. You put on a very revealing show; everyone loved it."

She smiled to herself. "Well, at least I did win."

"Yes, and with that performance you certainly should have. I did hear that you shared your winnings with Rita for helping you."

Mary gasped. Did this guy know everything? "You went a lot further than I expected. Did you find it stimulating exposing yourself like that?" "Yes, I guess I did. It was okay at the time, but in the cold light of day, I think I went a bit far."

"No, you did everything that I expected of you, and more, and because of that I have a special treat for you next weekend. Have you ever done any promotional work?"

"I've helped out at a few trade shows and exhibitions."

"Good, that's even better. I will send you the information in the post. Oh, by the way, you will need to take Friday off and go down to Midchester on Thursday evening. I've booked you into the Travel Lodge there for two nights. It's a double room so why not ask Bob to go with you? Be some company for you and save you money on batteries." Did this guy know everything about her?

"I might have one more little game night for you before you go, but you can relax for today. You did a great job last night. I took some interesting pictures."

Mary gasped. "You didn't, no."

"Just for my own permisteral pleasure. I think you have kept your side of the bargain so I will keep mine as long as you continue to do as you are asked. I'll ring you after you get the letter. Enjoy the rest of your day." And with that, the phone went dead.

She rang Bob and found him at home alone. She told him about the show last night.

"Wish I'd been there," he said.

"I couldn't have done it if I'd known you were there." She went on to tell him about the call she had received that morning.

"Sounds interesting. Did he say what Exhibition it was?"

"No, he said he would send everything in the post. Will you be able to get time off? It will be nice to spend a couple of nights together."

"Shouldn't be a problem. I've some days due to me and I'll tell her I'm going to a weekend conference."

They chatted for a while longer before ringing off, and she arranged to contact him when she had the full details.

It was Wednesday before the letter arrived. Well, it was a large parcel actually. It contained a list of instructions on who to contact, the hotel reservation, and two exhibitors passes for the exhibition, but no details on what the event was. It also contained a light weight belted rain coat.

She laid the coat aside when she suddenly had an idea. She went on the internet, typed in a listing for the Midchester Exhibition Center, and when it came up, she clicked on future events. She scrolled down the menu until she came to next weekend's date and clicked. She gasped when the screen came to life.

She read the details: 5th Annual Erotic Fair, Superb Weekend Event featuring all the main suppliers of erotic toys, clothing and fetish gear as well as all the big porno film and DVD production companies. Mary read through it again. She couldn't believe her eyes. Her mind was already racing, thinking about what she might be expected to do.

She went back to the letter and read the instructions. He explained that she would be working for some of the suppliers and companies at the exhibition, and he had decided that who she worked for would be left up to her. There was a list of six companies below from which she had to select three options, one company for each day at the exhibition. But to make it more interesting she had to complete a task. If she completed the task satisfactorily, she could eliminate a company of her choice. If she failed in a task, the company was left on the list and he could then select it for her.

She read through the instructions again. A bit like a TV reality show she thought to herself. Below the instructions was a list of companies.

Magnus Productions, a porno film company.

The Darker Side, a manufacturer of restraining equipment.

Logan Promotions, the company who was hosting the event.

Body Art, a supplier of body painting products

Exotic Creations, fetish fancy dress and party wear.

Intimacy Products, a supplier of massage products, creams and lotions.

She read on through the instructions. "I have set you three tasks to be completed tonight.

Tomorrow, depending on the results, you can tell me which companies you have eliminated. Your tasks are as follows: At one a.m. in the morning you are to go to the Wall Mart store in Petersfield. I know it's a thirty minute drive, but you shouldn't meet anyone you know there. You will be wearing only the coat provided. It has a tie around belt for ease."

"Park up in the car park, and then get out of the car and make your way towards the entrance. There will be two security guards on the door. As you make your way towards them, unfasten the belt and allow the coat to fall open. Walk up to them and ask directions to the dairy products and the dry cleaners. Explain that you urgently need some milk and have an item that needs cleaning. Don't attempt to adjust the coat in any way; just let it remain open."

"When you enter the store, you may refasten the coat. Then take a trolley as you make your way to the dairy products aisle at the far end of the store and pick up a bottle of milk. When you have done this, you must remove the coat and place it in the trolley, then make your way down the aisle. You are not to rush. Stop and examine products as you would if you were shopping. At the bottom of the aisle, you may put the coat back on and make your way over to the check outs. If there is a male assistant on the till, unfasten the coat and let it fall open again as you did when you entered the store. After that, make your way to the dry cleaners. This is located near the entrance."

"Explain to the assistant that you need a coat cleaning and give him the details. When he has taken them down, remove the coat and pass it to him. You may then make your way back to the car.

Complete each of these tasks to my satisfaction and you can then pick the three companies you want to work for at the exhibition."

Mary again read through the letter. She slowly shook her head. Going through with this one was going to be bad enough, but she could also get arrested for this little stunt. She thought about ringing Bob, but decided not too. If she told him, he might turn up at the store or even want to go with her. It might be helpful afterwards, but she would feel happier getting it over on her own.

When she got home, she tried to eat something, but she was feeling nervous and could only manage a small amount. The evening went slowly. She tried to watch some TV, but she could not settle. At eleven o'clock she went up and showered. Afterwards, she wrapped herself in a bathrobe and did her hair and make up. If she was going to be on show, she might as well look good.

With the make up complete, she removed the bathrobe and tried on the coat that she had received in the parcel. She hadn't tried it before and she was a little dismayed to find that it was on the small size for her. It was okay fastened, but with the belt undone it gaped open. She shrugged. Well, there was nothing she could do about that now.

She belted the coat, up picked up her purse, and made her way to the car. Thirty minutes later found her pulling into Wall Mart's car park. She glanced around and was pleased to see that there were only a few cars there, and she managed to park fairly close to the entrance.

She looked towards the entrance and saw the two security guards. He certainly had his facts right, she thought to herself. She glanced at her watch. It was just before one a.m.. Well, at least she was on time.

She stepped out of the car, locked it, and began to walk towards the entrance. At about twenty yards away, she unfastened the coat. She shivered slightly as she felt the cool night air on her exposed body. She saw the security men looking at her as she approached. She realized that her pussy was on open display, but at least for the moment her breasts had remained covered.

"I need the dairy section and the dry cleaners," she said, stopping before the guards. She noticed where both pair of eyes were looking and immediately felt the excitement she had began to experience every time she exposed herself to a stranger

"The dairy products are over there," one of the guards said, pointing vaguely in the direction of the dairy aisle after dragging his eyes off her exposed pussy. "And the dry cleaners are by the entrance just inside."

Mary thanked the two men, and with slightly shaking legs, she made her way into the store refastening her coat as she did so. She was pleased to see that the store was almost empty.

Only a few late night customers were pushing trolleys around the aisles. She picked up a small trolley and made her way over towards the dairy section. She smiled at the few customers who glanced up from their shopping at the attractive woman in the tightly belted coat. When she reached the dairy section, she picked up a bottle of milk and placed it in the trolley. She glanced around; there was no one on the aisle. She quickly slipped out of the coat and placed it in the trolley. She felt suddenly exposed now that she was naked under the bright lights of the store.

She wanted to dash down the aisle and get it over with, but she knew the rules. Slowly she began to make her way down the aisle, stopping from time to time to pick up a product and examine it. She was half way down when to her shock a shopper came into view. He was an older guy, around fifty or so. He gave her a cursory glance then looked again when he realized that she was naked. He stopped and watched as she walked towards him. It was quite a while since he had seen such an attractive sight.

"Wonderful, my dear; you look absolutely wonderful." Mary felt herself blushing slightly.

Mary continued on past him knowing that his eyes were still on her. Suddenly another trolley came into view, this time pushed by a middle aged couple. The guy's eyes lit up when he saw her, and the woman looked at him angrily. "I can see why you wanted to come here at this time in the morning. Did you know about this? Is it a stunt?" she heard her say. The guy shook his head trying to make excuses, but not taking his eyes off Mary for a moment.

"Dirty little slut," she heard the woman say as she passed them.

"You should try it yourself; might put some excitement back into our marriage."

The woman huffed. "That's just the sort of comment I expected from you."

At last she reached the end of the aisle without any more incidents. She slipped the coat back on and made her way towards the check out. She saw at once there was a male assistant on the check out. In fact every check out was manned by a guy. She picked the best looking one, a college type who was doing the night job to work his way through college. A small badge on his shirt told her his name was Gavin.

As she stepped up to the check out, she undid the belt; the coat gaped, and so did the guy's mouth. "Fucking hell, you're naked," the young guy gasped. Then he held his hand to his mouth. "I'm sorry, err, Miss. It's just...... Well, it's not every day that you see ...... Well, you know."

Mary smiled, feeling a little sorry for the guy. "It's okay, Gavin. I'm doing it for a bet; my boyfriend put me up to it."

"You are very beautiful, and you have a lot of guts to do something like this."

Gavin at last dragged his eyes away from her body and swiped the milk through the check out. She paid him, smiled, and began to make her way over to where the dry cleaners were located. She glanced back and found him still looking at her.

At the cleaning desk, she followed the instructions. She gave the assistant her details, and then to the obvious amazement and delight of the guy at the desk, she removed the coat and passed it to him.

He took the coat with shaking hands. "Are you sure about this?" he asked with some hesitation in his voice. Mary nodded, took the offered ticket from him, and turned to make her way to the entrance.

Between her and the entrance, several customers had stopped and were looking in her direction. It was not often that you get a completely naked shopper. The two security guards were also just inside the entrance, keeping an eye on things. At the moment it was her things they were keeping an eye on.

She looked down the store towards the check outs. All the staff and customers were watching; she waved to Gavin, smiled at the two guards, and made her way to the car park. She wanted to run, but she knew this was not in the rules. At last, thankfully, she was at her car. She quickly got in, and with another wave towards the security guards, she drove away.

At this stage she couldn't resist pushing her fingers down between her thighs, and she wasn't surprised the find her pussy leaking. She slipped a finger into the warm wetness and groaned. She needed to get home where Roger would be waiting for her.

As she drove naked through the darkened streets, she wondered when he would ring. Hopefully not tonight. She needed time to herself. In the next chapter Bob and Mary go down to Midchester for her next revealing challenge at the Erotic fair.

Luckily our hero didn't get her phone call that morning after she got home and Roger got an uninterrupted work out. Problem was she overlaid and was an hour late for work. Thankfully nobody said anything and it was noon before she got a call from you know who.

"Nice show last night. Everyone at the store thanks you."

She smiled. This guy seemed to be able to set anything up. She guessed that's why she hadn't been challenged.

"Well, you completed your tasks and so you get to choose who you want to work for at the exhibition. Have you decided?"

She took the list from her desk draw and scanned it. She had a general idea. "Yes, I think so; do you want to know now?"

"Yes, I need to fix things up with the people down there."

"Well," she said studying the list, "I think I want to forget about the first two. Don't fancy doing a porno movie; well, not in public anyway, and I'm not into BDSM so we'll forget about The Darker Side. So any of the other four; I'll leave that choice up to you."

"Okay, that's fine, I'll get things sorted. The show starts at ten a.m. on Friday so you need to be there by eight thirty at the latest. Just make yourself known to Jerry at Logan Promotions. They will have all the details."

Bob picked her up at her apartment after work on Friday and they drove the 80 miles down to Midchester. They chatted on the way down about the blackmail, and Mary had to admit to Bob that she was actually beginning to enjoy the tasks she had been set. "I was so scared at first, but now it just makes me so horney when strangers see me naked." Bob grinned. "I hope I'm going to get to see a lot more of you this weekend."

Mary laughed. "I'm sure you will. I've no idea what's been arranged, but I guess it will mean me taking my kit off at some point."

They found the Travel Lodge easily, and after booking in, Bob took her out for a meal. As she ate her meal, she looked across the table at her good looking partner. It would be nice to go to bed with him for a change instead of doing it over the office desk.

Back at the hotel, Bob asked if he could undress her. She smiled. "I think that would be very nice." She stood there facing him as he lovingly removed each article of clothing, kissing her between each item. He unfastened her bra and slipped it off; he cradled her large firm breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs across the hardening nipples. Then he dropped down onto his knees and slowly peeled down her brief thong. With her bare pussy exposed, he leaned forward and ran his tongue up the exposed length of her cleft. She groaned.

Roger had been a useful friend, but tonight it was going to be the real thing. She parted her legs to allow him more access and pressed his head between her thighs. He pulled away and smiled at her. She sat down on the bed and watched as he undressed; then they slipped into bed together. It was nice to feel his naked body pressing against her's under the covers. Their hands explored each other's bodies intimately.

Then he rolled her onto her back; she spread her legs and he eased himself between them. With little effort he located her moist warm entrance. Slowly and teasingly he thrust into her inch by inch until he was fully engulfed in the warm tightness of her love tunnel. Mary laid back, her eyes closed. No matter how good Roger was, he was no match for this. Bob was a good lover and he didn't lack stamina. She lost count of the number of times he brought her to an orgasm. In the end, tiredness and fatigue overtook them, and they fell arelax wrapped in

each other's arms.

It was seven when the alarm woke them. Mary briefly kissed Bob. He reached out and grabbed for her breasts. She pushed him away laughing. "We'll have plenty of time for that later. I need a shower and some breakfast, and we have to be at the exhibition center in just over an hour."

They managed to make it just five minutes late. Bob had dropped her off at the entrance while he parked the car, saying he would contact her later. She showed her pass to the security guard and he gave her directions to the Logan Promotions office in the foyer. Inside, the girl at the desk took her name and picked up a phone. Moments later a good looking guy with long dark hair came through into reception.

He held out his hand, smiling. "I'm Jerry. Are you Annabelle, or is it Mary?"

"It's Mary, actually. I just use Annabelle for business."

"That's fine. We'll call you Annabelle. Would you like to come through?"

He led her through into another office. There was already someone there:an attractive red head with a stunning figure.

"This is Gina. You two will be working together."

The two girls smiled at each other,

"Right, let's get down to business," Jerry said, glancing at his watch. "I've lots to do and we open in just over an hour." He smiled at Mary.

"I see from the letter that was sent to me that you have chosen to work for four of our companies; that's good. I've worked a schedule out for today, but I may revise it for tomorrow. Today is important. It's business people only so they have to be looked after: takes when they arrive and luncheon buffets and so forth."

The phone suddenly rang. Jerry picked it up and listened. "Give me ten minutes," he said. "I'll be out."

"He turned back to Mary. Things always get hectic around this time." He grinned. "But that's what running one of these events is all about." He picked up a sheet of paper from his desk and looked at it. "I've put you down to work for me for the first two hours meeting and greeting the guests, and handing out the welcome packs. Then after you take your lunch break between twelve and one, I will need you to help out in the buffet reception for an hour."

"Two till five I've put you in with the Body Art people. Then I will need you back here for an hour. We are expecting quite a few to come in after business hours. As soon as things slow down, you can take a break, and afterwards go over to Intimacy Products and stop there until things slow down." He handed the sheet of paper to her. "It's all laid out on here so you don't get confused."

He turned and looked over at Gina." You've done it before so I'm sure you can help Annabelle out with any problems."

Gina nodded. "Sure, Jerry, just leave things to me."

He smiled, then got up. "Go and get yourselves a coffee, and be on the door for nine forty five. Oh, and by the way, I've got name tags for you." He picked up two name tags on ribbons and passed them over to the girls. "I've had ribbons put on them so you can hang them around your neck as you won't have anywhere to pin them."

With that he smiled and rushed out. Mary looked at Gina. "What did he mean about not having anywhere to pin them?"

Gina smiled. "Well, we won't. We'll be naked: well, apart from our shoes and I don't think the guys will be looking down there."

"Naked!" Mary exclaimed. "What, on reception?"

Gina grinned. "Didn't they tell you? Most of the jobs you have to do here you have to be naked. You get used to it. It can be a little scary at first.. But you meet some nice people, and they've seen it all before. The public days are worse. You sometimes get a little horse

play, and some of the guys can go a little too far, but security is always on hand, and no one wants to be chucked out."

She stood up and hung her name tag around her neck. "Let's go and get a take. We won't get another until lunch time."

Mary followed her to the refreshment area in the centre of the big hall. Around them exhibitors were putting the last minute touches to their display stands. There was already a sprinkling of bikini clad girls around the stands, and even a couple of completely nude ones on one stand. Gina showed her name badge to the assistant behind the bar and ordered two large coffees. Then they found a spot at an empty table. "I guess you haven't done anything like this before," Gina stated.

Mary shrugged her shoulders. "Well, not actually like this, but I have appeared naked in public several times."

"Just don't let it worry you. You look as though you have a good body, and that's nothing to be ashamed of. Let the guys enjoy it. In an hour you'll wonder what you were worrying about."

They finished their coffee and made their way back to the Logan Promotions office. Gina showed Mary into a small locker room. "We change in here; find yourself an empty locker."

Mary selected an empty locker and watched as Gina began to undress. Feeling a little self conscious, she began to follow suit. Soon Gina was completely naked. She had a firm slim body with wide hips and extraordinarily firm high breasts. She saw Mary looking and cupped them in her hands. "The best medical science could offer," she said with a grin. "I had them done last year."

Mary smiled. "They look wonderful.

"Here, feel," Gina said walking over and taking Mary's hand and placing it on her breast.

Mary nodded. They felt quite normal; maybe a little firmer than her own.

She smiled. "They feel nice."

"And they are quite sensitive," Gina said rubbing her nipple in a circular motion with her finger and causing it to become quite erect.

Mary finished undressing and Gina looked her over. "You have a wonderful body; you should be proud of it."

Mary felt a little self conscious because of Gina's comments.

Gina took two pairs of gold strappy heels from her locker. "You're a five, aren't you?" she said checking the size of a pair and handing them to Mary. "Present from Jerry," she said with a smile.

Mary slipped her feet into them. Then she hung her name tag around her neck and looked at Gina.

"You ready?" Gina asked, glancing at her small wrist watch.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Okay," Gina said, "let's get to it."

It felt really strange to Mary walking out into the office with no clothes on.

The receptionist looked up and smiled. "You two off then?" she said with a smile. "Enjoy yourselves."

Gina pushed open the door and walked into the foyer. There were several people about. Some gave them a glance, but nobody seemed concerned that they were naked. Gina showed her over to the reception desk. Mary smiled when she saw it was glass. There would be no point in trying to hide herself behind that.

Gina showed her how to register people and give them their goodies bag. Then they sat back and waited for the doors to open.

At ten am precisely the people started coming in and forming a queue at the desk. Some who had already pre-registered Gina scanned and they passed straight through. She handed them their goody bag with a smile. Mary dealt efficiently with the others: booking them in, issuing their badges, and giving them their bags. It was quite a quick process. Some made nice comments to her, but after fifteen minutes or so she seemed

to forget that she was naked. It was not until she looked up and found Bob standing at the desk that is struck her.

"Like your working clothes," he said with a wide grin.

At that point Mary became self conscious of her nakedness. She blushed slightly, and felt conscious of other people looking at her.

She wrote out his details, and passed him a badge and a bag. "I get off at twelve. I'll see you then. Now get lost; you make me feel nervous."

He smiled and walked away.

After the initial rush, things slowed down. People still drifted in, but it was easier to deal with them. Several wanted their pictures taken with the two attractive receptionists. At one stage Mary had to stand with a group of Japanese gentlemen while each of them took pictures of her.

At around noon, the receptionist from Jerry's office came out. "You two want to get a break before the lunch buffet?" she asked.

Gina nodded. "I guess so. It's the only chance we'll get. Then she looked at the receptionist and smiled. "Aren't you going to strip?"

The girl shook her head and laughed. "No, not me. That's not part of my contract. They'll have to accept me as I am."

Gina looked at Mary. "Do you want to dress, or go as we are?" "I don't know. What do you usually do?"

"Well, I go like this. Seems little point in getting dressed just to take them off again in an hour."

Mary had to agree. She'd been standing around naked greeting people for a couple of hours, and she'd become quite used to people seeing her

without her clothes.

"Okay, let's go like this. It's just that I said I'd meet up with the guy I'm staying with. Not sure how he will feel about me meeting him

naked." Gina laughed. "He will probably think it's his lucky day."

The restaurant wasn't too crowded. Men were sitting around doing business and making deals. Some looked up as the two girls walked in; others seemed to take no notice. In this business, nakedness was all part of the scene.

Gina ordered some food and takes and they found an empty table. Soon Bob arrived. Mary introduced him to Gina. She saw his eyes go down to her large firm breasts, and she felt a slight pang of jealousy.

They sat and chatted about the morning, and he told them about the exhibition. To Mary it felt a little strange to be sitting there with Bob and Gina and herself naked. But Bob seemed to be enjoying the experience.

After lunch they made there way to the restaurant where the buffet was being served. Jerry met up with them. "You two did a good job this morning," he said. "Got lots of good feed back; just circulate among the guests; keep their glasses filled up and chat with them."

It was an easy task and Mary was becoming more confident with her nakedness. She enjoyed chatting with the guests, and she was more than

happy to be photographed with them, but she still got a thrill when she caught them looking at her.

After an hour everyone started drifting away. Gina came over. "I think we've just about finished here for now. I'm going back on the door and you are off to Body Art."

Mary nodded. "Can you tell me where it is?"

Mary gave her directions and she found it easily. On the stand, a youngish guy was chatting to some customers. He looked over and smiled at her. He excused himself from the customers and came over, glancing at her name tag. "So you are Annabelle?" he said. "I'm Chris and I'm very pleased to meet you." Mary felt him look over her body. He nodded. "You are very attractive. I'm sure we will work well together. Just make yourself at home. I will be back with you in a minute"

Mary wandered around the stand looking at the products and information on show. Chris returned after a few minutes. "Have you ever had your

body painted?" he asked.

Mary shook her head. "No, it's one of the experiences I've missed out on. I've seen it in pictures and on the screen, but I've never gone in for it."

"Well, now that you are here, I have a couple of demonstrations planned. Is that okay with you?"

Mary shrugged. "That's fine. I'm here to help."

He smiled, "That's great. The first group should be here in about fifteen minutes."

Before long, people started arriving. Chris greeted them, introduced them to Mary, and passed around takes. When everyone was there, he started telling them about the products and how they should be applied. He went on about how they would stay and not be dissolved and smeared by body sweat.

He then asked Mary to step forward. He helped her up onto a small pedestal so that she could be seen by everyone. Mary felt more exposed than she had all morning. No one had seemed to take any real notice of her while in reception, but now standing up here on the pedestal she felt totally exposed and vulnerable.

She jumped a little when Chris first started applying the body paint. It was cold and the brush tickled her slightly. Everyone looked on with interest as he went to work. He explained the methods as he worked, and showed them how to finish off areas with the small air powered brush. She felt particularly aroused when he worked on her more intimate areas. The areas around her nipples caused her to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out, and when he started applying paint around her pussy, she began to breathe a little more heavily and clutch her hands much to the amusement of some of the crowd.

At last he had finished, and he stood back. The small crowd applauded. He turned her around to face a long mirror that was placed so that the people watching could see both sides of her body. Mary gasped. She looked quite erotic. He had painted sexy undie's on her: a half cup bra and a brief thong. She smiled. He was very good at his job.

"Now to remove it, all we need is this cream," he said holding up a jar. He unscrewed the top and dipped his hand in. Then he stepped over and smeared it across Mary's body. Mary began to feel excited as he worked it into the painted areas of her breasts and her pussy. She tensed herself as she felt his hands massage her breasts, and then she gasped as he worked between her thighs, his fingers brushing up against her pussy lips. He smiled up at her. "Most of my models like this part of the show," he said with a grin.

He passed her some paper towels, and told her to wipe off the surplus cream. To everyone's surprise, all the paint came off with it leaving her body clean and slightly damp. He passed her a towel to dry herself with, and then he turned back to the group. "If any of you wish to try your hand, I'm sure Annabelle will be more than willing to oblige."

Several men stepped forward. Chris pulled out a lightweight massage table. He looked over at Mary. "I think it would be better if you were to lie down on this. Then more people will be able to get around you."

Mary stepped forward and eased herself up onto the table. She lay back and Chris placed a pillow under her head for comfort. Then he supplied everyone with a pot of paint and a brush.

It was a weird sensation. There were about eight men sitting around her, and when they began to touch her, she almost cried out. It seemed that all of them wanted to apply their paint to her most intimate parts. She began to squirm on the massage table as their brushes teased her nipples and worked there way over her pubic mound and between her thighs. One even found its way between her pussy lips, and the guy smiled at her discomfort as he worked the brush up inside her. Chris stood and watched, a slight smile on his face, as she was decorated by the eight amateur artists. When they were done, he photographed them standing around their masterpiece.

He then handed them the removal cream, and Mary had to lie there as cream covered hands took even more liberties with her body. She felt herself becoming seriously aroused, and was even slightly disappointed when Chris at last called a halt to the proceedings and passed her a towel to clean herself up with. Before the men left, they thanked her for her cooperation, and for being such a good sport.

When they had gone, Chris came over to her. "How do you feel?" he asked with a slight smile.

"I feel okay now although it was a little unnerving at the time having all those guys touching me. When you called a halt, part of me wanted them to go on, but if they had, I think I would have made a fool of myself."

"They all seemed to enjoy their experience, but I guess they would have enjoyed it even more if they had made you orgasm."

Mary felt herself redden. "I was almost there; a few more minutes and....." She shook her head.

"Well, we have another session later," Chris said with a grin. "Maybe then."

Chris sent out for some more takes and Mary sat and watched as he chatted with customers. She thought about the next session and what Chris had said. Could she really lie there and let a group of strangers use her body, invade her most intimate parts, and make her cum in front of everyone? She shuddered at the thought.
But that's what did happen. The second demonstration followed the same lines as the first. Chris did his demonstration. Then he cleaned her with the cream. She noticed that even his hands were a little more invasive this time, lingering longer around her pussy area. Then it was the turn of the group to try out their handiwork on her. First the painting, and then the cream to clean it off.

She was already somewhat aroused by Chris's earlier actions, and she groaned as hands massaged the cream into her breasts. She felt hands pushing between her thighs. She began to want them to touch her so she spread her legs. This was an invitation to go further, and she gasped and clutched onto the table as she felt fingers slide into her pussy stimulating her G spot and manipulating her clit.

She began to groan, thrusting her pelvis towards the invading fingers, encouraging them. She felt her orgasm building, and when it came, she fell back, gasping, her eyes closed. She lay there. She could hear voices. Then someone was wiping her face with a towel. She opened her eyes. It was Chris. He smiled at her. "You okay?" he asked.

She nodded. "I am now," she said with a smile as she struggled to sit up. She was pleased to see that everyone had gone. She was not sure that she could have faced them.

He passed her a towel. "You had better clean up. It's almost five. Jerry said he wanted you back by then."

Mary slipped off the table and wiped herself down with the towel. She could do with a shower, but she knew she didn't have time. She was supposed to take Gina off the door at five.

She was still a little flushed when she arrived back at the door. Gina smiled. "And what have you been up to, young lady? As if I didn't know. You have been on Body Art, haven't you? I did it last year, and I got talked into it as well."

It was quiet on the door. Only a few new people were entering. The security guys came and told her they would be taking their break while it was quiet. She was pleased to see Bob when he came and stood with her. "I'm getting used to seeing you naked," he said with a grin. "I think it ought to be your compulsory dress in the office."

Mary smiled. "You would never get any work done."

"So what?" he said with a grin. "But it would be great fun."

When the security guys returned from their break, they said they would be taking over the door now as not many more would be coming in. Mary thanked them and turned to Bob. "It's my break now for an hour. What we are going to do? Do you want to go for something to eat?"

Bob looked at her. "There's something I'd rather do. Seeing you naked in front of all these guys is having an effect on me. Can we find somewhere quiet? I've a problem I'd like you to solve for me," he said rubbing his hand along the bulge in his pants.

Mary smiled. "I'm sure we can find somewhere."

She walked across to the door of Jordon Promotions and opened it. The office was empty as the receptionist had left. She beckoned Bob across and went in. She closed the door behind them and dropped the latch.

"Over the desk or on the floor?" she asked.

"I don't care as long as I can get rid of this boner."

She smiled, and moved over to the desk, leaning over it, pushing out her bottom. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "How's this for you?" Bob smiled, running his hand lovingly over the smooth twin globes of her arse. "That's just what the doctor ordered."

"Okay, less talk and more action; this is my tea break."

Bob obliged, gripping her thighs and thrusting his rigid pole deep into her body in one lunge. She cried out at the wonderful surge of pain. He must have been in a high state of arousal as she had never known him to come so fast,

He apologized to her profusely. She smiled, kissed him, and told him not too worry; they were both having a strange day. Afterwards, they cuddled and kissed and she worked on him with her hands till he was ready again. This time it was far more pleasurable for both of them.

She smiled when he took her in his arms and thanked her. "I hope you have saved something for later," she said with a grin.

She had just time to take a shower and get herself sorted out before making her way to the Intimacy Products Stand. It was still a little strange to be walking around naked, but she did have three days of this, and she guessed that by Sunday it was going to be feeling quite natural. What amused her was that the people around her did not seem to be concerned. Some looked at her; others smiled; some seemed to take no notice at all as though it were quite normal for an attractive woman to

walk around naked.

Intimacy Products supplied every requirement to both budding and professional masseurs and masseuses: from massage benches and tables through to creams, oils and potions. Well, this was what Phillip, who was managing the stand, told her when she introduced herself to him as his assistant for the evening. It was a large stand with its own massage suite where customers could sit comfortably and view demonstrations given by the company's own trained masseurs.

"That's where I'd like you to help out," Phillip said. "It means that you will only have to lie there and receive a full body massage by one of our highly qualified masseurs while he explains his techniques and shows the range of products available."

Mary smiled to herself remembering the fumbling massage she had received from the customers on the body Painting stand. Was this going to be more of the same? Or was this going to be another fresh experience for her?

Just then a well built good looking guy in a crisp white uniform stepped onto the stand. Phillip smiled at him. "This is Jamister. He will be giving tonight's demonstration."

Mary saw Jamister's eyes take in her body before he held out his hand and clasped hers in a firm grip. "Beautiful looking lady," he said. "It's going to be nice working with you."

"I'll leave you two to sort things out. The first group of people will be arriving soon."

Jamister led Mary through into the massage suite. "You ever had a massage before?"

"Not by a professional; had some guys work on me," she said with a grin. "But I guess that's not the same."

Jamister smiled and shook his head. "You worked here before? Not for us; I mean the Erotic Fair?"

Mary again shook her head. "No, this is the first time."

Jamister looked at her. "How do you feel about walking around the place naked?"

Mary shrugged. "I felt a little uneasy at first, but I'm getting used to it now. Today no one really seemed to notice, but I guess tomorrow might be different when the general public is let in."

Jamister nodded. "I guess you might be right, but on to tonight. When we get everyone in, I'll be talking to them and massaging you, using different oils and creams. Is that okay?"

Mary nodded. "I guess that's what I'm here for," she said with a smile.

"There is one product I need to warn you about," he said picking up a small jar containing what looked like red oil. "This is called Stimulation and it is a product we have developed ourselves. When applied it causes a heightening of sensation in the areas it's used on."

Hr unscrewed the top off the jar and dipped a finger in. "If I may," he said, indicating her breast. Mary shrugged and nodded. He lightly applied the oil around her nipple.

Almost instantly Mary felt a not unpleasant tingling sensation, and she could feel her nipple rising to the occasion. She clasped her hand to her breast. "My God, that feels wonderful," she said, a big smile on her face. Jamister smiled. "It's expensive to buy, but you only need a small quantity, and it really heightens the sensations. It's one of the

products I demonstrate to the customers. How do you feel about it?"

Mary smiled, still slowly caressing her breast. "I feel okay. I don't mind at all. In fact, I can't wait."

Jamister nodded. "That's good. Now I'd like you to wrap yourself in a towel before we start. Makes it much more interesting for the customer; a little teasing goes a long way."

Mary sat at the side of the room and watched as the customers for the first demonstration filed in. When everyone was settled, Jamister introduced himself and passed around a welcome package to each customer containing information and samples.

Then he introduced Mary. "Gentlemen, this is the young lady who is going to help me with the demonstration this afternoon." There were a few nods and a polite applause.

"If you would remove your towel and lay yourself on the bed," he said.

Mary slipped the knot undone and unwound the towel from her body.

Although she had spent most of the day naked, exposing herself like this felt quite exciting. She let the towel drop to the floor and allowed Jamister to assist her up onto the bed. To start he instructed her to lie face down. As Jamister explained the methods of massage to the group, Mary enjoyed the feeling of his strong hands stroking up her legs and working the oils into her back.

After a while, he asked her to turn onto her back, and he then spoke about the special oils that his company produced. "These oils, "he explained, "can be used to heighten the sensations when applied to the body: the more sensitive the area, the more the effect will be. If you would all like to come forward and gather around the table, I will demonstrate." Mary began to feel a little uncomfortable with the men standing so close around her. Jamister smiled, and dipped his finger into the small jar of oil. Mary held her breath as she felt the fist touch on her nipple. This time he treated both of them. It took only moments for the oil to work. She let out a groan as her nipples seemed to come alive.

"You can now see the nipple swelling and becoming erect," Jamister explained. "When it's like this, it only needs the slightest touch to give the patient or lover extreme pleasure."

To demonstrate, he pinched one of Mary's nipples very gently between his thumb and finger. Mary groaned even louder and her body jerked on the bed causing her breasts to jiggle deliciously much to the amusement of the group.

Afterwards, Phillip came in and told her that Jamister's first demonstration had gone very well, and he had received lots of orders, especially for the new sensation oil.

Mary smiled. "I'm not surprised," she said, gently rubbing her finger over her still tingling nipples. "I wouldn't mind a jar of that myself," she said with a grin.

Phillip smiled. "I'm sure we can fit you up with a few samples before you leave."

The second demonstration went as well as the first, and this time she couldn't wait for the oil to be applied to her breasts. She held her breath as Jamister applied it, and then waited for the wonderful sensation. Mary was still lying on the massage couch as the last group filed out. She was still caressing her breasts and pulling on her still erect nipples. Jamister smiled at her. "You enjoy that, don't you?" he said with a slight smile.

Mary nodded. "I can't believe what it does, and it's wonderful."

"It works its magic in other places, too," he said, his eyes dropping down to her exposed pussy.

Mary reddened slightly.

"Would you like to try it now we are alone?"

She looked at him and ran a wet tongue nervously over her lips. "I shouldn't, but......"

"You know you want to."

Just then Phillip came in, smiling. "You two are doing very well. I've got several large orders." Then he looked at them realizing he had interrupted something. "Sorry, was I interrupting something?"

Jamister shook his head. "No, Mary was considering trying another little experiment with the sensation oil."

Phillip grinned. "On your head be it if you do," he said shaking his head and looking at Mary.

"Well?" Jamister said, questioningly

Mary nodded. "I've really got to try it," she said, and she lay back on the massage table.

Phillip smiled and walked around to the head of the table. "Lift your arms above your head, Mary. I'm going to hold on to them. When the oil begins to work, you will want to touch yourself; preventing that will heighten the experience."

Obediently she raised her arms and Phillip grabbed her wrists.

"Okay?" said Jamister, looking down at her.

Mary nodded. "As well as I can be."

"Okay, now raise your knees slightly and open your legs."

Mary followed his instructions, feeling excited and expectant, even a little brazen displaying herself like this. She bit her lip as she saw Jamister dip his finger into the pot. Then she closed her eyes tightly and her body went rigid. She felt him gently part her outer lips, and then his finger was wiping over the inner folds. For a moment nothing happened. Then suddenly she cried out, her body almost lifting from the table. If it hadn't been for Phillip holding her wrists, she would have fallen off.

She began groaning and crying out, writhing on the table as exquisite spasms coursed through her body. It was as though her pussy was on fire. She felt herself orgasm, and moments later it came again. She was bathed in perspiration. She tried to pull her hands from Phillip's grip; she needed to touch herself, but he held her tight.

"Touch me, please," she said pleadingly looking up at Jamister. "I need to feel someone touching me." She groaned again as Jamister obliged, rubbing his fingers over her gushing pussy. "Inside, inside," she pleaded.

Jamister thrust his finger deeply into her wet hole. She cried out again as this spread the oil deeper onto her love tunnel. She gripped her thighs together, trapping his hand.

She looked at him, perspiration dripping down her face. "Fuck me, Jamister, please fuck me," she pleaded.

Jamister smiled. "You really want me too?"

She nodded urgently.

She saw Jamister smile at Phillip who was still holding on to her wrists. Then he unfastened the white pants and stepped out of them. She looked hungrily at his already erect cock as he climbed up onto the bed. He eased her legs apart and positioned himself between them. He rubbed his stiff cock up against her wet pussy lips.

"Do me now, you bastard! Stick it in me; fuck me! Please fuck me." Jamister obliged, sliding into her body. The sensation was wonderful. The residue of the oil was still there causing him to experience the sensation as well. He sank deep into her and she groaned.

"Thank you, thank you, you wonderful man. Now fuck me hard."

Jamister obliged, while at the head of the table Phillip had released her hands and began to caress her breasts, rubbing the nipples between his

Jamister obliged, while at the head of the table Phillip had released her hands and began to caress her breasts, rubbing the nipples between his fingers. He watched Jamister plunging into their attractive young assistant. He felt the hardness of his own cock rubbing against the wooden sides of the massage table. Was he going to get the opportunity to experience the delights of Mary's attractive body?

He shouldn't have worried. At the moment, Mary's needs were insatiable, and she made no objection when he replaced Jamister between her thighs. Mary had no idea how long the session went on. The two guys just used her body, and she willingly allowed them to. She was exhausted and extremely satisfied by the time they all called it a day.

Afterwards, they helped her clean herself up. She wrapped herself in a towel. Outside, the place had emptied. Only a few stands were still occupied. Others were closed and dark. Phillip thanked her for her help, and she smiled when she kissed them both. "I think it's me who ought to thank you," she said with a smile.

She made her way through the almost empty hall back to the Logan Promotions office. Gina was already dressed and chatting with Jerry. He smiled when she came in. "Everything okay?"

She smiled. "Yes, it's been a very interesting day."

She slipped the towel off and started to get dressed. This was only day one of three and she wondered what tomorrow would bring.

Chapter 08

After she had changed, she found Bob waiting for her in the car just outside reception.

"Well, what sort of day has it been?" he asked as she settled into the car.

"Interesting. I hope you have found plenty to interest you. It's been a long day."

"How can any guy not be interested in a place like that? It's like letting a kid free in a candy store."

They drove back to the hotel and decided to find somewhere to eat outside the hotel.

"I could just fancy an Indian," Mary said. "How about you?"

Bob grinned. "After seeing all that pussy all day, I could just fancy yours before we go out. It would make a very appetizing starter to any meal."

Mary laughed, but she was wondering if she would be able to take Bob on so soon after Jamister and Phillip. In fact, she could still feel their juices seeping from her pussy as she had not had a chance to shower at the center.

They arrived back at the hotel, and as soon as they got to their room, Bob took her in his arms. They kissed; she began to panic; she needed to shower. If he started trying to make love and he touched her down there, he would soon realize what she had been up to. "Look, "she said, trying to pry herself from his arms, "let me go and get cleaned up. It's been a long and tiring day."

Reluctantly he let her go, and she scurried to the bathroom. He had to agree she would taste a lot better after a shower when she was all pink and warm.

In the bath room Mary quickly removed her clothes and tossed them in the dirty linen basket. She turned on the shower and stepped under the stinging spray. She was relieved that she had made it before Bob had discovered anything, and began to feel better. She carefully washed herself, making sure that all signs of her lovemaking were washed away.

Fifteen minutes later she emerged from the shower wrapped in a towel. She smiled when she saw Bob lying on the bed. He was completely naked; his cock stood up like a tent pole, and he was gently massaging it.

"Come over here and slide your delightful pussy around this. I bet you are in nearly as bad a state as me, spending all day naked with guys ogling you." There was no way out; she undid the towel and let it fall to the floor. She got on the bed and positioned herself astride him. As she lowered herself, she felt the hardness of his cock head rubbing up against her pussy lips: those same pussy lips that had less than an hour ago willingly accepted both Phillip and Jamister.

She felt her lips part as he inserted the head of his cock. He thrust up towards her and she lowered herself, enveloping his cock in the warm wet folds of her pussy. Suddenly she realized that she was hungry again: hungry for sex.

She worked her muscles and squeezed him. He groaned and pressed into her. His hands reached up and began to caress her breasts, squeezing them gently, and pulling on her already extended nipples.

Together they began to fuck. Their cries and groans became louder as they neared a climax. Suddenly he came in a long gushing orgasm. She responded and their juices mixed; she fell forward gasping, pressing her breasts into his bare chest, and kissing his neck and ears.

"I really needed that," he gasped.

Mary nodded. "And so did I," she lied, but she had to admit that she had enjoyed it.

Of course they both needed to shower again before they dressed and made their way out to reception. The receptionist was very helpful and directed them to a good local Indian restaurant.

The food was good: hot and tasty and washed down with a nice bottle of wine. During the meal Bob did quiz her on what she had been doing with the exhibitors.

"Just helping them out and looking pretty," she said with a smile.

It was quite late when they finally made it back to the hotel, but they did manage to make love again before falling in to a well earned relax.

Next morning, Mary was awoken from her relax by the exciting feeling of someone caressing her body. She lay there for a few moments enjoying the sensation as she struggled to become fully awake. She opened her eyes to find Bob leaning over her. The covers had been turned back and he was lightly exploring her body, drawing circles with his finger around her nipples and trailing down over her stomach to brush lightly across her pussy.

She smiled and looked up at him. "Do you always wake your lover like this?" she asked.

He nodded. "When she is as beautiful as you are. I just can't resist your body."

She smiled and pulled him down to her. Their lips met in a long passionate kiss, their tongues wrestling with each other's, and she felt him squeeze her breasts more urgently.

"Do we have time?" she asked breathlessly.

"We'll make time. I really need you this morning."

She smiled up at him and he felt her spread her legs. She groaned and gripped onto his shoulders as he eased himself inside her. She lay back and enjoyed the wonderful sensation as he penetrated her deeply. He then lay on top of her enjoying the feeling of her pussy gripping his cock while she gently contracted her vaginal muscles.

That morning it was a long sensuous fuck. Gone was the urgency of last night; now it was more gentle, more satisfying for both of them. Time and time again they came to the brink only to ease off and slightly relax before climbing the mountain again. When they finally came, it was a complete and satisfying finale.

Afterwards they lay in each other's arms relaxing before suddenly noticing the time.

Quickly they showered and dressed, going for a quick breakfast. Then it was a dash through the early morning rush hour to the exhibition centre. They made it although about fifteen minutes late. Jerry looked up at the clock as Mary entered the Logan Promotions office. "Cutting it fine, aren't you? We have punters already queuing up outside; we open in 15 minutes."

She apologized. "The traffic was hell."

Jerry smiled. "Was it that, or was it the bed? I hear you brought your lover down with you."

"Maybe it was a bit of both," she said with a cheeky grin.

"Okay, go and get yourself ready. Gina's already out there. You are both working with Exotic Creations today. Well, later because for the first part I will need both of you on reception. After that you can sort things out between you."

Mary made her way to the small changing room and quickly removed her clothes: everything, that is, apart from her heels. She checked herself in the mirror; she was getting used to seeing herself naked at work.

She then made her way over to the reception area. She didn't feel too bad today about being naked in such a public place. Exhibitors making their way to their displays nodded to her; it was a still a strange sensation.

Gina greeted her with a smile. "I guess you must have had a good night, or did you just overlay?"

"A bit of both," she said. "Anything I should know about today?"

"Not really. Almost the same routine as yesterday, but you will have to be a bit more wary about hands. Public days are apt to get a bit feely, feely. The fact that we are naked seems to give them the idea that anything goes, but security is always on hand if they go too far."

As soon as the doors opened, Mary saw the difference. She felt ogled more, and more aware of her nakedness. Guys with cameras jostled to take pictures of her. Some wanted to join her in the pictures. She tried to be friendly and obliging, standing and smiling while their friends took pictures. Some wanted to hold her, to touch her nakedness; others just wanted to stand and look. By noon the initial rush on the door had turned to a trickle, and Jerry's receptionist turned up to give them a lunch break.

"Might be a good idea to slip a robe on today," Gina said. "It's more crowded; no point in putting temptation in their way."

After collecting their robes, they made their way over to the refreshment area and collected lunch packs. Fortunately they found an empty table.

"It is much busier today," Mary commented.

"Usually is on the public days. By the way, do you want to go first this after noon?"

Mary looked at her puzzled.

"Exotic creations," she explained.

Mary nodded. "Sorry, yes, if you want me too; wasn't thinking."

"You do two till four and I'll do four to six. Then after our break, we have to divide the other two between us. Which one do you want?"

Mary had little hesitation. She remembered back to her session with Phillip and Jerry last night. "I'll take Intimacy if that's okay with you."

Gina nodded. "I guess we both took the same choices from the list Jerry sent out."

"You mean the exhibitors to work for?"

Gina nodded. "I didn't fancy the other two. I'm not really into BDSM, and being fucked in public is not really my thing."

"You mean that's what you are expected to do at the porno film company?"

Gina smiled. "Yes, they have a small studio where they demonstrate how porno movies are made and let amateur film makers have a go."

Mary bit into her roll. She looked across at Gina. "It must be hell of a turn on being fucked in public."

Gina laughed. "I guess it is if that's your thing. Then she brushed the crumbs off her robe and stood up. "I need to do a few things. I'll see you later: four o'clock on reception."

As Gina left, Mary looked up and saw Bob coming though the crowd. He smiled. "It's a change to see you dressed," he joked. "There's a lot here, isn't there?" he said looking around.

"Have you seen everything?" Mary asked.

"Just about; few more places I want to revisit later."

"Have you been on the Magnus productions stand?"

He shook his head. "No, that's one of the ones that's on my list for later. It's always very busy."

"Fancy having a walk over there now? I wouldn't mind to see what I might have been doing if I had selected them as one of my choices."

When they got there, it was a very busy unit, and there was already a queue for the next program. Mary pushed her way through and showed her name badge to the guy on the door. He smiled and nodded and opened the door for them. "You'll probably find a couple of free seats at the back."

The studio was surprisingly large. There was seating on three sides, and in the centre, a large bed. Bright lights blazed down on a couple on the bed: a shapely blond and a well muscled black guy. Both were completely naked, the woman on her back in the missionary position with him lunging into her with long powerful strokes. Around the bed, three cameramen were filming with video cameras from different angles. Mounted above the couple were three plasma screens showing the pictures from each camera. The pictures were highly detailed and showed extreme close ups.

Mary and Bob found some empty seats and watched the scene before them. Mary had never seen a couple make love before; well, not in the flesh. She had of course seen movies, but this was the real thing.

Bob put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. "That could have been you down there if you had selected Magnus as one of your choices," he whispered into her ear.

Mary immediately felt herself getting extremely warm. Bob was right. Could she actually have done it--allowed herself to be fucked in front of all these people? She could feel herself moistening at the thought.

She watched as the black guy withdrew from the woman. His cock was enormous, as big as she had ever seen. She had a sudden urge to touch herself. She slid her hand inside her robe and pressed her hand over her pussy. She was not surprised to find she was already wet. The black guy turned his partner over. She knelt up on the bed; he thrust his fingers into her opening her up, then quickly followed with his cock.

Mary saw the woman's large breasts swinging as he again began to thrust into her, gripping onto her thighs. She was fascinated by the erotic display being acted out in front of her, and when Bob slipped his hand inside her robe and pushed her hand out of the way, she made no move to stop him fingering her himself.

The woman on the bed was now moaning loudly, pleading with the guy to finish, thrusting her rear backwards to get the most out of each stroke. Mary just sat there and watched, fascinated, her legs wide apart. Bob's finger were working their magic, and when the guy on the bed pulled out and sprayed thick globules of creamy cum all over the woman's back, Mary had a simultaneous climax, slumping back in her seat, crying out, and gasping for air. One or two of the guy in front of them realized what must have been happening and looked around and smiled.

Mary stayed in her seat trying to compose herself as the show came to an end and the couple left the bed. Bob inquired if she were okay, and she nodded.

"I think you enjoyed that," he said with a smile.

"I've never seen it done in real life before; it was such a turn on."

"I could tell that," Bob said with a grin. "You were incredibly wet. I guess you would have liked to have been up there."

Mary almost felt herself blushing just at the thought. "I don't think I could do it in front of all those people."

They were just about to leave when a guy who had been directing things came over.

"I guess you are one of Jerry's girls," he said.

Mary nodded. "We just popped in to see the show."

"And what did you think?"

"It was rather erotic; I've never seen it done in real life before."

The guy grinned. "I'm always looking for new talent if you fancy it."

Mary shook her head. "I couldn't do it, not in front of everyone."

The guy nodded. "Well, you know where we are if you change your mind."

They said good-bye and she followed Bob out into the exhibition centre again.

"I need to go," she said. "Are you hanging around? I'm doing a stint on Exotic Creations now for a couple of hours."

Bob smiled. "Don't worry about me. This is a fun place to be. I'll see you later."

Mary found her way to the Exotic Creations stand. Ranged around the stand were shop window mannequins attired in extremely sexy undies, relax wear, and very brief bikinis. She introduced herself to a lady called Miranda. She was the owner of the company. She welcomed Mary on board with a big smile. "Glad to meet you," she said. "Jerry said you would be around to help us out for a couple of hours. It is easy work: just displaying our range of items to the punters. If you go inside, you will find Elli. She will show you what we want you to do."

She made her way inside the stand and found Elli, a petite blond, who looked to be in her early forties. She was chatting to another woman who was dressed in a set of very revealing lingerie. She turned round and looked at Mary. "You my relief?" she asked.

Mary nodded. "I guess so."

Elli looked at her. "Are you Annabelle?"

She smiled and nodded. "Miranda said you would give me instructions."

"There's not a lot to give. All you have to do is to display our outfits--these on the racks," she said indicating several racks of frothy underwear behind her. "You can just about please yourself with what you wear, but try to mix things up a bit: you know, undies, wraps, stockings, swim wear. Then go out there and parade around for ten minutes or so. After that, come back in and change.

The girl in the undies slipped into some clothes, looking over at Mary. "Hope you are not shy. None of these things hide a lot, and some of those punters out there want to see everything."

Mary shook her head. "No, I should manage. I've already spent most of my time here totally naked so it will be a change to wear something, however little it covers."

Elli smiled. "That's what I like to hear." She turned to another girl who was just about to leave, asking her, "Will you be in tomorrow?" The girl nodded as she left. "Around ten be okay?" Elli nodded.

Elli turned and sorted through the racks. She passed Mary an outfit. "Here, start with this. I think it's rather nice. You can wear these hold ups with it," she said passing Mary an unopened packet.

Mary saw Elli watching her as she drew off her wrap. She smiled. "You have a nice figure; you should show the things off well."

Mary slipped into the outfit, an almost completely see through bra and thong. Then she pulled on the holdups. When she was ready, Elli smiled. "You look very good; now get out there and let them see you." Mary had no doubts that they would see her, for the brief items hid nothing.

It was a strange feeling when she stepped out onto the front of the stand. Although she had spent a lot of time totally naked, it felt different wearing this sexy outfit. This titillated rather than exposed. Anyway, the punters seemed to like it, and Mary was enjoying the attention she was getting. Cameras flashed from all directions, and she did some exaggerated poses which were appreciated by everyone.

After ten minutes, Miranda asked her to change into something else. This was how the two hours was spent. By the end of the session she was getting really turned on by all the attention. Some of the items were really erotic, like the crotchless panties and the peep hole bras. When one of the photographers that had grouped around the stand asked her to change into something one of the mannequins was wearing, she saw no point of going into the back to change, but did it there on the stand. She was under a constant barrage of camera flashes as she stripped and slipped into the other outfit, and when she had done the change, she got a big round of applause.

Mary was enjoying herself. The crowd loved her and she was a little sorry when Gina turned up to take her off. She had loved working in front of the crowd.

She was just saying her good-byes to Miranda and Elli when Bob appeared. "You moving on?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yes, I'm on Intimacy Products for their last stint."

"I'll walk over with you if that's okay." She nodded, but she was worried that he might stay around. After her session on Erotic Creations, she was feeling quite turned on and she knew that she could get some much needed relief from two certain guys on that stand. But when she got there, she was disappointed because she found Phillip alone. Apparently Jamister had been called away on business. "You can hang around if you want to," he said, "but I can't do any exhibitions because there is no one to cover the stand."

She looked at Bob and he shrugged. "No point in hanging around, is there? We might as well go and get a take."

Phillip agreed. "Come around tomorrow, Mary. Jamister should be back then. I'm sure he would like to see you again before the show closes," he said with a knowing smile that luckily Bob didn't catch.

They made their way over to the bar and Bob bought her a take. "What now?" he asked. "Can we get off early?"

"Not really. I'm booked until the show finishes. I guess I ought to go to one of the other stands and see if they need any help."

"Which one do you fancy," Bob inquired.

"I don't know," she said. "I suppose I ought to go and see Jerry, but he could be any where."

"You could always do the porno film stand. That's one of yours, isn't it?"

Mary looked at the expression on Bob's face.

"You really mean that, don't you?"

Bob grinned. "I would like to fuck you myself right this minute, but we have no where to go. The next best thing would be to see someone else fuck you."

Mary immediately felt herself getting warm. She could feel the sensation deep between her thighs. She looked over at Bob. "You would really like to see someone else having sex with me?"

He nodded. "I saw how turned on you were after the show."

Mary remembered how she felt, and she could see Bob was keen on the idea, but could she go through with it? She had been naked in front of everyone. She had allowed some of the guys to touch her; some had taken liberties, but allowing herself to be fucked while a crowd sat around watching--she was not sure. She guessed it might be exciting, but it was well out of her comfort zone.

He looked at her. "Well, what have you decided?"

She looked at him. She could see he was keen. She had heard that some guys liked to see their partner having sex with another guy. Was Bob one of them? She had come a long way in the last few weeks starting with stripping in front of a window. Was there anything else, or was this the final frontier?

"Well, if that's what you want," she said. "I guess I could use some relief. I can already feel myself getting wet."

Bob grinned, pulling her up from her seat. "Let's go and get you well and truly fucked."

Mary's legs were shaking as they made their way across to the Magnus Productions stand. She was still not sure that she could go through with it, but Bob's encouragement only added to her feeling of need.

A show had just ended and the men were filing out. The director saw Mary and smiled. "Come over to visit us again, have you? Fancy joining in?"

Mary looked at Bob. He grinned. "She's fancying having a go—that is if you can use her." "That right?"

Mary nodded. "Yes, the last guy I was working with didn't need me so I came over to see if you could use me for anything."

The guy looked at Mary. "From what I can see of you, I can certainly use you. I'd like to use you myself, but I'm afraid I have to direct the show. Jerome is doing the next show and I'm sure he will make very good use of you."

Mary felt herself shaking again. Had she gone too far this time? Still, it was too late now to back out. He took them over to the door where a queue was already forming for the next showing and told the guy to let them through. "If you want to go and get yourself a good seat, I'll take the little lady through and introduce her as Annabelle to Jerome."

Jerome turned out to be the black guy she had seen earlier when she was here. He was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts and she could already see the bulge. She remembered the size of his cock and shuddered at the thought. The director left them together saying that he needed to get things started. "Jerome will tell you how we work it."

He turned out to be a nice guy. He offered her a glass of wine and smiled when she wrinkled her nose as she drank it.

"If it tastes a little funny," he said, "it's because I've put a little something in it. Keeps me perky and you will find it will make you feel randy." He grinned. "It helps. You will find it's not easy for you the first time with all those guys watching and being so close."

Mary was already feeling more than a little turned on by the whole situation, and now with whatever was in the wine, she was feeling more than ready.

"Let's see what's on offer, honey."

Mary looked at him puzzled.

"The body, babe; let's see the body."

Now she understood. She undid the belt of her robe and spread it open. His eyes lit up as he looked her up and down, nodding slowly. "That's some nice body," he said. "I think I am going to enjoy myself tonight."

Mary smiled at his comment, but she still had that uneasy feeling. Outside she could hear the crowd moving in and the director speaking to them.

"He gives them a little chat first and picks two or three of them to be cameramen. Then we go out and put on a show for them.

Jerome listened at the doorway. Then he smiled and turned to her. "Okay, Annabelle, that's our cue; lets get out there." He held out his hand and led her into the studio.

Mary was shaking and Jerome could feel this. "Don't worry, babe. Don't think about them. Just enjoy yourself."

She smiled a weak smile. It was okay for him, but this was something she had never experienced before. The director introduced them to the audience, and then explained again what would be happening. Mary looked around for Bob and was surprised to see him sitting on the front row.

What surprised her more was that he was holding a professional looking video camera, as were the two guys beside him. My God, she thought, he's going to be one of the camera men!

"Okay, Annabelle and Jerome, let's get things rolling," the director called out.

Jerome looked at Mary. "Are you ready?" he asked. "As ready as I will ever be," she said with a slight nod of her head.

Bob and the other two guys stood up as Jerome reached out and began to untie the belt of her robe. He eased it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. There were murmurs of approval as her naked body was exposed. Jerome reached out and began to caress her breasts, squeezing her already hard nipples. A couple of the camera guys got in for close ups.

He then moved her back towards the large bed and sat her down. He eased her legs apart, exposing her totally. He ran a finger over her exposed pussy lips, parting them slightly. The camera guys struggled for position. Mary knew from her own visit to the show previously that every intimate detail was being shown on the screens above her.

She tried to put the crowd out of her mind and concentrate on what Jerome was doing to her. He had two fingers inside her working them in and out. She could feel she was wet. She closed her eyes and leaned back on her hands. At least now in her own little world, she began to feel herself responding--the first slight signs of her muscles responding.

"Move back up onto the bed, babe." The sound of Jerome's voice brought her back to the present. She eased herself up onto the bed. Jerome smiled down at her. Then in one swift movement, he pushed down his boxers. There were a few whistles and comments when his cock came into view.

He climbed up onto the bed and positioned himself on his knees above Mary. He was almost sitting on her breasts and his monster that was already erect was inches from her face. He grinned as he took it in his hands and ran it over her lips.

"You're gonna suck on this nice and hard, babe. Give them camera guys a good show."

Mary quite enjoyed oral, but this guy was big. How would he feel down her throat? There was only one way to find out. She reached over and wrapped her fingers around it. Well, almost. It was too big to get them around it completely; it was hard and warm to the touch. She licked her tongue across the purple helmet before opening her mouth wide and taking it in.

She allowed it to go as deep as she could, almost gagging as it pressed for a moment against the back of her throat. Then she began to suck on it, working it with her tongue. With her free hand, she gripped his testicles, massaging them gently.

Jerome was good. He knew how to treat a newcomer. He allowed her to set the pace, not powering her. She had begun to lose some of her worries. She was concentrating on her work, putting on a show for the cameras. After a few minutes, he put his hand over hers and made her stop. Then he eased himself out of her mouth. Mary felt a little disappointed, but it was only short lived.

He moved his position astride her and turned facing the other way, then took up a position on his hands and knees. His cock was again above her face and she lifted her head and licked the head. Then she felt him easing her legs apart. She knew where things were going: her favorite oral position, the 69. Sure enough, she felt him go down on her, licking across her pussy. She gripped his cock, and opening her mouth, took it inside again.

This time they began to work in unimister. Jerome was thrusting his tongue into her. It seemed to go in so deep, touching every part. She was writhing on the bed, gripping his cock between her hands and working her lips tightly around it. Completely gone were the thoughts of the men around her or the pictures that were being displayed on the screens. Now she was enjoying herself, and she wanted to satisfy this gorgeous black guy as much as she wanted to gain satisfaction from him.

When she felt the first signs of her orgasm, she began to work on him even harder, sucking and licking and working him with her hands. She tried to hold off her orgasm as long as she could. She wanted them to cum together. At last she felt him stiffen his body, and suddenly with a rush, he came. She gagged at first as he filled her mouth, but all thoughts were gone when her own orgasm overcame her.

He withdrew from her and trails of his thick creamy fluid ran from her mouth and dripped down her chin. She fell back onto the bed gasping and swallowing the remains down her throat. Around her she heard the applause of the audience.

Jerome removed himself from over her body and lay down beside her. Someone passed them a towel and a glass of fruit juice.

"You've got a great mouth on you, babe," Jerome whispered in her ear. "And in a few moments I'm going to try out that pussy." He reached down and ran his hand over it. "If it fucks as well as it tastes, you are one hell of a babe."

Now that the first rush of excitement was over, Mary was beginning to feel self conscious again. Things had gone much further then she ever had imagined. She had performed a sex act in public, giving a black guy a blow job: even swallowed his cum and allowed him to go down on her while being watched and filmed. Now he was going to fuck her for real. She tremred. Was it in anticipation, or was it fear of the unknown? What would it feel like to have that monster of a cock inside her body? It was far bigger than she had ever experienced before. She had seen him with the other model, fucking her. Now it was her turn to experience it. Would it be pleasure or pain?

They sat up, finished their takes, and passed the glasses back to an assistant. As Jerome helped her to wipe herself down, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "How do you want it, babe? Front or back?"

She shook her head. "I don't do anal."

He grinned. "I meant missionary or doggie?"

"I prefer doggie if I get the choice," she said. She had to smile to herself. Here she was discussing with a black guy which way she was to be publicly fucked.

"Fine by me," Jerome said with a big grin. "Gives me a chance to squeeze those jugs."

"You two ready?" the director asked.

Jerome nodded. "Ready and raring to go."

The director instructed Mary how to position herself so that the audience and the cameramen could get the best view of the action. She saw Bob positioned in front of her, viewing her through his camera. He looked up and winked at her. "Have fun," he said with a grin.

She felt Jerome position himself behind her. She shuddered slightly as she felt him rub his cock up against her pussy. Then he was opening her up with his fingers and inserting the head of his cock. She was glad she was still well lubricated. He gripped her thighs and slowly eased himself inside her body. She gasped as she felt him stretching her. Was she going to be able to take him? Working gently, he worked himself deeper and deeper. She was sure she could take no more, but still she did. She had never been filled like this.

Then gently and slowly he began to fuck her. As the initial fear left her, she began to relax and enjoy the sensation. Around her the audience was urging him on. He increased his speed and she felt her breasts begin to swing with the motion of her body. Then she felt them being gripped as he took one in each hand, gently squeezing her flesh and tweaking her hard nipples.

He was a master at his art, bringing her to the brink time and time again. Her body was bathed in perspiration. She was gasping and pleading with him, and finally he relented; she climaxed with a scream. It was a sensation like she had never felt before. She was a little disappointed when he suddenly withdrew, and she felt his juices splash over her body as she collapsed onto the bed amid cheers from the audience.

She lay on the bed breathless as she heard the audience leaving the studio. Someone put her robe over her, and the harsh lights were switched down.

"You okay, babe?" she heard Jerome whisper in her ear. She nodded.

"You were a good fuck," he said. "We'll have to get together again sometime."

She smiled to herself. He was right there; one time with this guy was certainly not enough for her. Now she wanted more.

At last she managed to sit up on the bed and wipe herself down. She looked across to see Bob sitting on the empty front row. He smiled at her, and she wondered if he had enjoyed it as much as she had.

The director came over and thanked her. "If you ever think of taking it up professionally, come along and see me. I will always be able to find you some work." He smiled. "Oh, and by the way, when I've edited up the stuff that's been taken today, I'll send you a copy. If you let me use it, I'll pay you, but I won't do anything with it without your permission."

She still felt her legs were a little shaky when she tried to stand up and Bob came over to assist her. She said her good-byes to Jerome and the crew and they made their way out into the emptying hall. By the time they got to Jerry's office, she was beginning to feel okay again although she was feeling a little tender between her thighs. She needed a shower, but she would have to wait till they got back to the hotel.

Bob was quiet for the first part of the journey. She wondered what he was thinking. "Was it what you expected," she finally asked him.

He turned and smiled at her. "It was better. It was such a turn on to see you together with a black guy. He was so big."

She grinned. "You don't have to tell me; I was worried he was going to tear me apart."

They both laughed.

It was not until Mary was in the shower the following morning that she suddenly realized that she had not heard from her tormentor: in fact, not since she had left the office two days ago. Had the calls finished? She hoped in some ways that they had, but then again it had shown her a new side to herself: a new found confidence and a new found excitement. She had been through a lot since that first day that she was made to strip in front of the window. It had been an eye opening journey for her from that first time in the window, to working naked at an Erotic Fair, and being publicly fucked before an audience in a studio of a Porno Film Company.

She gently rubbed her hand over her pussy still feeling the effects of Jerome's work. She had felt sorry for Bob last night as she had still been feeling too tender to allow Bob the pleasure of her body; well, her pussy at least.

She had managed to satisfy him successfully with her hands and mouth and other less painful parts. As she stood under the spray, she was not sure if she were looking forward to her last day at the exhibition or not.

As things turned out, it all worked out well. She did the morning stint with Gina, and then worked for Body Art. She explained about her tender condition and they agreed to go a little easier on her. At the end they gave her a small but expensive present of a pack of the stimulation cream as a thank you gift.

Her final session with Exotic Creations worked out well, too. She only had to display things there, and she was pleased when she received a surprise parcel from Miranda, the owner of Erotic Creations, of a selection of items from their range as a thank you gift.

With only two hours left before the show closed, she finally decide to call in at Magnus Productions. She wanted to say good-bye to everyone, but particularly to Jerome. Even feeling as she did, she knew she would not be able to resist the offer of anther show if they asked her. But as it turned out, Jerome had been called away to the main studio to do some emergency filming. The director did say she was still very welcome to join them, but she declined his offer. "Maybe another day," she said with a smile.

Before the show closed, Jerry thanked her and Gina for all their help and presented them both with a cheque for their good work. It was something she wasn't expecting, so all in all, it had been an interesting and rewarding three days.

"You did well out of that," Bob said when he saw the gifts and the size of the cheque as she packed her bags and extra items in the car,

"Well, I worked hard for it," she said with a grin.

Bob agreed and they chatted happily about the three days as they drove home. Bob seemed interested in everything she had gone through and wanted to know all the intimate details.

It was getting late before they arrived back at her place. She was not too sorry in some ways when Bob said he would have to get straight off. He had been away for two nights and did have a wife at home who might not be pleased if he spent another night away.

They kissed their good-byes in the car. He thanked her for a wonderful weekend of pleasure and said they would most likely see each other at work the following day. It was nice to get back to the peace and quiet of her own place.

She dropped the bags and gifts in the bedroom, and poured herself a large glass of cold white wine from the fridge.

She sat back on the sofa relaxing, sipping the wine, thinking over what had happened, everything she had gone through. Never in a lifetime would she have thought that she would have done what she had done over that weekend. It almost felt unreal now she was back in her own home. Her thoughts were shattered by her mobile ringing, the one he used. She picked it up, and flicked it open.

"Hello, there," said a now familiar voice. "The weekend went very well. You surpassed my wildest dreams."

"You were there?" she asked, surprised.

"Yes, I spent a couple of days looking around, catching up on you."

My God, she thought to herself! He had been there, but there had been hundreds there. How could she have spotted one permister, a permister she only knew by his voice?

"I really enjoyed your performance with that black guy."

She gasped; he had actually been that close to her.

"I never imagined you would have gone so far so quickly, from sex in private to sex in public, in a few short weeks, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself."

Mary smiled to herself. How right he was.

"Well, I've called with some news for you. Not sure if it will be good or bad; depends on how you feel about yourself. I have one last assignment for you. When that is completed, you are free from me."

Mary was at first elated by the thought. It would be over at last, but then suddenly she wondered if she really wanted it to be over. She guessed she had in some ways almost become a submissive bending to the warped will of a master. She was not sure if she wanted it to finish.

"Your last assignment will be on Friday evening. I discovered when I was looking into you that you did some dancing as a girl. Is that right?"

"I did dancing classes until I was sixteen."

"Good. I hoped my information was correct. It's just that you will be dancing on your next assignment. Well, dancing and stripping, actually. I guess with four days to work on it you could come up with a reamisterable routine.

I've arranged for someone to help you. You'll be hearing from them."

Mary did not quite know what to say. "Well, I guess I could come up with something. It's not something I've ever done before, but with someone to give me a few ideas and pointers it should be alright."

"Okay, I know you will cope very well. I've acquired some costumes in your size. I will get them sent over by courier. You should take tomorrow off. Call in; say you are not feeling well. You have had a busy and exhausting weekend. I'm sure it will be okay with your bosses. Oh, and by the way, if you do get a copy of the film from Magnus, I would like a copy myself. I'm sure they will have no objections." Then he rang off.

She closed the phone and dropped it beside her. Just who was this guy who knew every detail about her past and present? He was certainly an accomplished stalker. She had never before felt that anyone special was watching her every move.

Mary didn't realize just how tired she was, and after a long shower, she slept like a log. She was awakened suddenly next morning by the door bell. She slipped on a robe and went to answer it. A guy in a UPS uniform stood there with a large box in his hands.

"Package for you to sign for, Miss. Sorry if I got you up," he said looking at her attire.

She smiled. "I was just having an extra hour." She signed for the box and took it into the kitchen. She needed a coffee, but first she had to ring work. They seemed very understanding and told her to get well and be back as soon as she felt well enough.

She switched on the coffee, and while it heated up, she inspected the box. She found it contained three outfits, all sparkly and very well made, complete with Velcro fastenings. These were the real thing, made for easy removal.

She made herself a coffee and read the note that came with the outfits. All it said was for her to try them on and pick out two that she would like to perform in as she would be doing two spots. It also said that she would be contacted by someone who would help her with her routines. She smiled. This was certainly going to be an interesting assignment, but she noticed that the only thing the note did not say was where she was going to perform. She guessed that information would be coming later.

She ate a leisurely breakfast, then went into her bedroom and tried on the outfits one by one. As she expected, they were all very revealing, but they all fit her very well. She guessed that they had actually been made for her. She had to admit that she looked exciting in all of them, and she also discovered that there were five pieces to each outfit: a g-string, bra, pants, and two outer items.

She didn't know which to choose at the moment, but she had four days to decide that. It was about eleven that morning when the mobile rang again. She expected to hear his voice, but it was a woman. "Are you Annabelle?" she asked.

She hesitated for a moment and then realized that she must have been given her other name. "Yes, who's this?"

"My name is Crystal. I'm a dancer. I've been instructed to give you lesmisters. Can you come to my studio this afternoon?"

Mary assured her that she could and arranged to be there at two p.m..

"I understand you have your own costumes. Could you bring them along as well?"

Mary assured her that she would. Crystal gave her the address and directions, and said she would see her at two. Mary found the place easily. The directions she had given her were clear, and she pulled up in front of a large converted warehouse building that had obviously been divided up into smaller units. A sign on the wall above one doorway introduced Crystal's Dance Studio: exotic and belly dancing a specialty.

She picked up her bag of costumes from the car and pressed the buzzer. A pleasant voice instructed her to come up and the door clicked open. She walked up a flight of stairs and into a small reception room. A pretty brunette who looked as though she should have still been in school smiled up at her. "Are you Annabelle?" she inquired. Mary nodded. "You can go straight through; Crystal's waiting for you."

Crystal turned out to be a blousy blond in her mid forties. She was wearing a long colorful Chinese robe. She looked up when Mary entered. "I guess you are Annabelle?" she inquired.

Mary nodded.

"You require some training with regards to stripping? You ever done any before?"

Mary shook her head. "No, not stripping. I did a wet t-shirt show a couple of weeks ago where I finished up naked."

Crystal grinned. "Well, at least you've experienced being naked in public."

Mary smiled to herself and decided not to say anything about the weekend.

"I hear what you are doing on Friday is a bit more up market then a wet t-shirt bash."

"You know what I'm doing?" Mary inquired.

Crystal shook her head. "No, nor really, but the guy who phoned would say only that it was an up market event so they want something special. You know, a class act. What dancing have you done before? Any?"

Mary explained she'd done ballet and tap and some modern dance.

"Well, that should stand you in good stead.

Surprising how many we get here wanting to get into the stripping game who have no sense of rhythm at all,"

Mary smiled.

"Well, let's get down to work. If you've got to learn two routines by Friday, we have no time to lose. You will be doing two spots, an average of nine minute pre spot. That takes in the usual three parts to each strip so you will need six pieces of music. We can decide on that later when I see you dance. I have a guy who will make up a disc for you to take with you."

She went over to a sound desk and set up some music. "Okay," she said as the music came on, "just dance around to this and let me see how you go."

Mary felt a little self conscious at first as she moved around the room. It was a long time since she had danced, but it was one of those s*******s you don't forget, and she had always enjoyed dancing. Crystal nodded appreciatively. "Yes, I can see you can dance," she called out. "Well, that's the first barrier over." She turned off the music.

They sat down on the floor and Crystal went through the routine with her. "You just break each session up into three parts: part one the dance is suggestive of course, then part two the strip, and the final part, the show where you will be naked."

Crystal got up from the floor. "I'll go through a routine for you to show you what we are looking for, and then we will begin to work on yours."

Mary sat and watched as Crystal switched on the music again. She slipped off the Chinese robe, and under it she was wearing a dance costume. As soon as she started to dance, Mary could see she was good. She drifted around the room parting her costume displaying her long legs and using her hands to show off her body. When the music changed, she began her strip routine, removing each piece of her costume slowly and teasingly before she allowed her bra to fall away. Poising coyly at the last moment before removing her G-string, she stood there for a moment completely naked waiting for the music to change to a more bouncy number. Then she moved around doing more acrobatic moves that displayed every intimate part of her body. She finished the act with a flourish, laying spread eagle on the floor.

Mary applauded politely as Crystal stood up and came over. "You are very good. Were you a stripper?"

Crystal nodded. "Yes, for quite a few years. I started when I was sixteen. I was big for my age so I got away with it and managed to get work until I was in my late thirties. Then things began to droop quicker than I could get them fixed," she said with a grin, lifting one breast with her hand. "Then I decided to pack it in and become a teacher so here I am."

"You still have a nice body," Mary said, looking her up and down.

Crystal smiled. "But it's an old body. Now they want to look a firm young body like yours."

Mary felt herself blushing slightly.

"Okay," Crystal said, as she slipped her robe back on. "Get into one of your costumes and let me see you do a routine."

As there seemed no place to change, Mary started to undress where she was. She saw Crystal watching her as she slipped out of her clothes.

When she was naked, Crystal stopped her. "Let's have a look at you," she said. Mary turned and faced her. Crystal nodded. "You have a wonderful body. You will do well in this game. Okay, put an outfit on."

When she was ready, Crystal put on the music again and watched as Mary tried to copy her routine. When she was done, Crystal nodded. "You were good; just a few rough edges, but we'll soon smooth those out. You need to be a bit slicker getting out of the costume. Always give the Velcro a sharp tug." By the time they had worked on it several times, it was beginning to come together, and Mary was quite pleased with her progress. She felt let down when Crystal at last called a halt.

"Go home, get a good shower, get some rest, and I'll see you tomorrow night, six o'clock".

When she left the dance studio, Mary was feeling quite proud of herself. She had accomplished quite a lot.

When she got back to work the next day, things were quite busy. It was the national AGM on Saturday and everything had to be prepared for that. Bob called in during the morning and asked her what was new. She told him about the strip tease and he smiled.

"You know where it is?" he asked. "I wouldn't mind coming along to see that."

She shook her head and smiled. "Haven't you had enough of seeing me naked? I was naked all weekend."

He grinned. "Ill never get too much of seeing you in your birthday suit."

She grinned and told him that she had no idea where she was performing, but she expected more details before Friday

After work, she worked with Crystal for two hours on both Tuesday and Wednesday, and by Wednesday, she had gotten the two routines cracked. Crystal was pleased with her. They had gotten her disc sorted and everything was just about ready, but she still had not heard where she was performing.

"Well, it's been nice working with you," Crystal said as Mary was about to leave. "Fancy a glass of wine before you go to celebrate?" Crystal asked.

Mary nodded. "That would be nice."

Crystal went out and came back with a bottle of white wine and two glasses. She poured out a glass each and passed one to Mary. "To your success where ever it maybe," she said holding up her glass. They sipped the wine. "Are you sure you are okay about everything?" Crystal asked.

Mary nodded. "As much as I can be. I know you say that I'm okay, but I would have liked to have had some sort of dress rehearsal before the real thing."

Crystal grinned. "You mean undress rehearsal."

Mary laughed and nodded her head.

Crystal thought for a moment, sipping on her wine. "I might be able to help you with that if that's what you really want. From eight to nine tomorrow night I teach a group of male show dancers. There are usually about a dozen of them. I'm sure they would like to see you perform, and their feed back as guys and professionals would be good for you."

Mary nodded her head slowly. Performing in front of guys who knew something about dancing was certainly a good idea. Performing in front of guys full stop was a great idea, and she looked at Crystal who nodded. "Okay, I'll fix that up for you. Be here by eight forty-five, just before we finish."

It was Thursday and still no information had arrived about the venue for the Friday night event. Mary got into work early as she wanted to be away as early as possible to get herself ready for the evening performance with Crystal and the guys at the dance studio. Luckily, most of the work for Saturdays AGM had been completed, and it was only a matter of putting everything together, a job Fran, her secretary, could easily do.

She managed to get a hair appointment during her lunch break, and got out of the office just after four o'clock. Back at her apartment, she spoilt herself with a long soak in the bath before she prepared a light meal. She packed her costumes and some extra make up into a small hold all, and was ready to leave the house just after eight.

She was feeling elated as she drove down the now darkened streets. She was excited about exposing herself again to strangers. It had become like a have to her; she wanted to feel the excitement again and again. It was totally strange to her as it was completely against her nature and upbringing. But the last few weeks had opened her eyes to a new experience, and at the moment she just could not get enough of it.

When she arrived, there were several cars parked outside the studio. She guessed they belonged to the dancers whom Crystal was training. She parked up, and picking up her bag, locked the car and went over and rang the intercom.

Crystal answered. "Is that you, Annabelle?" she said. When Mary answered it was, the door clicked and she pushed it open.

Her legs were beginning to shake a little, and there were butterflies in her stomach as she made her way up the stairs. This was all part of the experience of taking on the unknown. She could hear music and hear Crystal's voice as she pushed open the door to the studio. Inside, a dozen guys were following a dance routine led by Crystal. She smiled and waved when she saw Mary at the door.

Mary stepped inside and found herself a chair and watched the class. All the guys were good dancers, and all were quite young. She guessed maybe late teens to mid to late twenties. She could see them glancing over in her direction. She wondered if Crystal had said anything, or was she keeping it as a surprise? When the music finished, she called for them to take five, and she came over to Mary, wiping her face on a sweat towel.

"That looks like hard work," Mary commented.

Crystal nodded. She sat down with a sigh of relief on a seat beside Mary,

The guys were all standing together toweling down and takeing from water bottles, several looking in her direction. A couple smiled.

"Will they do as an audience?" Crystal inquired with a grin.

Mary smiled. "I think they will do very well. Do they know what I'm here for?"

Crystal shook her head. "No, I've just told them that I have something special for them to judge. So if you want to go into the office and change, we will be ready in about fifteen minutes."

Mary made her way to the office. She slipped out of her clothes. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and smiled. It felt good to be naked again. She caressed her breasts, feeling her nipples rise to the occasion. In the studio, she could hear Crystal calling out moves to the dance music. Soon she would be out there, slowly stripping off her clothes in front of those twelve attractive young guys. She felt a warm sensation between her thighs and ran her fingers over her pussy. She could already feel the slight moistness as she parted her lips with a finger.

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The Claiming of Jennifer Kim

I think my favorite moment with Jennifer was when she realized that I had her. It was that look on her face when it all hit her.

All those panicked thoughts and emotions rushing through her head suddenly turning to a shocked realization. At that moment she knew that I owned her. She knew that I could make her do whatever I wanted her to do. She had no choice at all.

Actually I suppose she did have a choice; she could turn herself in for being part of the cheating ring in *** 104 that semester. All the rest had been expelled, and of course she would be expelled as well. Or, she could give herself to me, the TA who caught her red-handed.

I am sure she wondered why her friends had been expelled, and she had not. It was a simple oversight, I would explain. I just missed her exam on the first pass. The details are not really irrelevant. The bottom line was that if I turned her in, she would be expelled from the university. If I did not turn her in, she would keep her "A" on the midterm, and be on the path to medical school or whatever.

I could see her thoughts turn quickly. The panic of getting caught was instantly replaced with dread as she focused her sights on me. I could see her wondering in horror about what I would demand of her. Would it be sexual? Would she have to take off her clothes or perform kind of sexual act on me? Thoughts like those may have disgusted her at that moment, but it was definitely better than facing her parents back home.

I should mention now that Jennifer is Asian. Korean I think. Well, at least her parents were Korean; Jennifer grew up here in Southern California. I only mention this because I have heard that the pressure to do well in school is a lot more intense for Asian American kids. Maybe that's why she felt the need to cheat on that midterm. All that extra pressure from her family made her do some desperate things. I think it is true. I could see it in her eyes: that "Oh, God ... please, no!" look of complete desperation.

"What would I have to do?" She asked me feebly, as I smiled, all smug and victorious.

That was the moment she surrendered to me.

"Well Miss Kim," I said, "First, why don't you unbutton your blouse?"

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly, reluctantly undid the first button.

I started easy that day, but over the following weeks and months I would go on to turn this cute little Asian coed into my own permisteral sex slave. I would punish her, dominate her, humiliate her, and fuck her mercilessly. I would power her to perform for my pleasure. I would relish in her total presentation and debasement. I would push her to new depths of depravity. This gorgeous little over-achieving pre-med freshman would be transformed into a naked, groveling, shoe-licking whore. And the best part of it is ... she would grow to love it.

[End of Prologue]

[Chapter 1]

That first time I made Jennifer Kim strip for me, I felt an incredible rush of erotic energy. The feeling of complete power was intoxicating. We were in the lab supply room on campus and I had just finished revealing the fact that I had discovered she had cheated on the midterm. She knew she had no choice but to obey my orders.

I remember how tearful and reluctant she was as she slowly peeled each article of clothing off of her petite Asian frame. It took forever, but I was patient. I had plenty of time and I enjoyed every painful moment of her offense.

As she stood naked and trembling before me, I noticed that she had a rather attractive body. As a college freshman, she was young and nubile, with pleasant curves, and soft, smooth skin. Thankfully she was not too skinny, despite her Korean heritage. This was a pleasant surprise.

You see I had never really been especially attracted to Asian girls. I know a lot of white guys have an Asian fetish, but I never understood why. There were many Asian communities in Orange County where I grew up, so there were many Asian girls around. Some were cute I guess. But I always dated the blonde cheerleader types in high school, and then the brainy art majors in college.

Asian girls always seemed distant somehow. Like they were just out of reach. They always seemed to hang out together in huge groups. They were always either studying or they were in some big church group. Asian girls like Jennifer Kim acted like they were too good for guys like me.

So now that I had her under my control, the fact that she was Asian was a huge turn on for me. It was like I had stolen her from another tribe. I felt like I had captured her and *******ped her away from her people, and now she was my captive. I don't know if me being white made it worse for her or not.

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"What would I have to do?" She asked me feebly, as I smiled, all smug and victorious.

That was the moment she surrendered to me.

"Well Miss Kim," I said, "First, why don't you unbutton your blouse?"

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly, reluctantly undid the first button.

Instantly my cock became hard. She was really doing it. She kept her eyes closed as she unbuttoned the second button exposing her delicate cleavage and the top of her sensible white Victoria's Secret Bra.

She took another deep breath as she finished unbuttoning her blouse.

"Take it off, Jennifer." I said sternly. I wasn't asking her to do it, I was telling her to do it, and she knew it.

"Please." she begged "Not here. Somebody could walk in."

"That's not my problem Jennifer." I said, firm but calm. "Now take it off."

I could tell she was holding back tears as she removed her blouse.

"Set it on the bench." I commanded. "Then undo your jeans and drop them down to your knees."

Her eyes widened. She stood motionless. I said nothing. Silence hung in the air.

Finally she set the blouse on the lab bench. Then she closed her eyes again in shame as she slowly unbuttoned her jeans. She took another deep breath which made her breasts heave ever so slightly as she slipped her thumbs into the sides of her True Religions, and then bent over, pushing them down to gather around her knees.

She stood up straight and wrapped her arms around herself in a vain attempt to preserve her modesty.

"Arms at your sides" I snapped.

She obeyed. Good girl.

I sat down on a chair and looked at her, admiring her form. Her pert breasts, her flat stomach, the curve of her hips. She wore light blue bikini panties. Her smooth thighs were pressed tightly together. Now her eyes were open, staring straight ahead with hard resolve. Her teeth were probably clenched behind here tightly closed lips. She was trying to power through this indignity. I have to admit, the girl had spirit.

"Okay." I smiled. "Lose the bra Jennifer."

"Please David" Her strong resolved eyes suddenly became pleading and pitiful. "Please no..."

"You will address me as 'Sir'." I said coldly.

She looked at me, stunned and confused.

"Do you understand Jennifer?"

"Y-yes .... Sir." Her eyes dropped.

"Now take off your fucking bra and set it on the fucking bench!" I said calmly but with some anger.

As she reached up to the clasp between her breasts, she began to cry. She opened the clasp and freed her breasts. She slid the tangle of straps off her shoulders and almost angrily slammed the bra down on the bench next to her blouse. She then placed her arms at her sides without being told, allowing a full view of her lovely well-shaped boobs and their perky pink nipples.

I smiled as I examined at her exposed breasts. They were not the best tits I had ever seen, but they fit her shape very well. I wouldn't change a thing about them.

"Very nice Jennifer." I said smiling at her obvious discomfort.

She did not respond.

In time I would train her to thank me for giving her such a compliment, but right now she was clearly overwhelmed with embarrassment, so I was not going to push it just yet.

"Okay Jennifer." I said gently, in a reassuring tone. "Now the panties."

Her crying intensified. Her face was red and tears streamed down her face. I waited. She looked at me, begging me through her tears. I raised an eyebrow as if to say "Well, get on with it."

Then she did it.

She looped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her creamy thighs to the crumble of her jeans around her ankles. Then, as she sobbed openly in complete offense, she straightened her body, with arms diligently at her sides, fists clenched. And she stood before me completely naked.

At that point all I could do as a man was stare directly at her bush. There must be some evolutionary drive that male primates have: when a female sex organ is exposed, the rest of the world disappears.

Her little tuft of pubic hair was perfect. It was as black as the hair on her head. She had trimmed it slightly so that it was not unruly, but there was still enough to protect her modesty.

I was glad that she had not shaved it bald. I hate it when women do that. It makes them look slutty, or worse, it makes them look like a little girl. However, I do enjoy powering a woman to shave herself bald, or tying a woman up and shaving her myself. I realize that is a contradiction, but there you have it. It's a domination thing.

"Now clasp your hands behind your neck." I said.

She did so without objection, but she continued to sob. Now she stood in the classic Gorean "display" position. I am sure that young Jennifer Kim would have no idea what "Gorean" was, but in time she would. Indeed she would learn every Gorean slave position out there. She would learn to dance for me and please me like only a s*******ed "Kajira" could. But that was many weeks away.

Right now, at this moment, I paused and let her stand there naked. I liked watching her stand there under my control as she cried. I liked seeing her trendy jeans and expensive panties tangled up around her ankles. My cock was rock hard and I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to bend her over a lab stool, grab a handful of her long dark hair, and take her from behind right there in the lab supply room. But I knew it was too soon. Sure, I could easily overpower her, but I wanted to dominate her psychologically. Breaking her down was going to be a long process, and I needed to be patient.

"Turn around Jennifer." I said. "I would like to see your ass."

She turned for me obediently, a little awkward with her jeans around her ankles, and presented her beautiful bare ass to me.

With her hands behind her neck and her elbows high. Her hourglass shape looked absolutely breathtaking. She was a portrait of sumptuous femininity. I think that waist-to-hip curve was my favorite part of her body.

I had not planned on touching her at all for that first meeting, but now I simply could not help myself. I stood and approached her from behind. I placed both of my hands lightly on her hips. She shuddered a bit, but did not break her stance. I let my hands roam forward over her hips and down the fronts of her upper thighs as I lightly pressed my chest against her back, and my crotch rubbed against her ass. My erection was raging behind my jeans.

Oh my god, her skin was so soft. I have never felt skin like that. Her straight dark hair smelled so good up close. Now I was starting to understand why so many white guys are in to Asian girls. I slid my hands up her stomach, and cupped each of her breasts. She gasped. At that moment I could have sworn she pushed back slightly on my chest and cock...could this girl possibly be turned on?

I gently squeezed her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. I did not want to hurt her yet. I just wanted to play and explore. I wanted to let her know that I was in charge, and that I could do whatever I wanted to her. As I fondled her breasts I felt her hear racing.

At this point, touching her pussy would have ended it. She would have screamed, and called the cops or something. I had already gone to far by touching her skin and fondling her breasts. I should have saved that for the second meeting. This meeting should have just been about making her expose her body at my behest and that's all.

This was stage one. I had a plan, and I needed to stick to the plan. First meeting: make her strip. Second meeting: touch her body and fondle her breasts. Third Meeting: touch her pussy.

If I wasn't careful, she would freak out and I would lose my job and maybe even end up in jail. So as I write this now, I can say that I really don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the smell of her hair or the softness of her skin. Perhaps it was how fast her heart was beating, or how her breathing had changed as I played with her breasts. Maybe it was all of those things. But in a moment of uncharacteristic recklessness I slid my right hand down, caressing her belly slowly, then I ran my palm over her pubis, and hooked my middle finger into her pussy.

To my utter amazement, innocent young Jennifer Kim was completely wet.

She gasped loudly and tightened her pussy around my fingers as she clenched her ass and pressed her thighs together with my hand in between them. She was so wet my finger had slipped in very easily, but now her clenched thighs trapped it. I think my middle finger was resting on her clitoris, but it was hard to tell. I rubbed a little, and she let out a little moan. Jackpot.

My mind was racing. What the hell was I doing fingering her so soon? It's like I had lost control. This girl with the soft skin and nice-smelling hair was making me crazy. She was making me lose control. And I never lose control. I needed to reassert my dominance.

"Well, well, well..." I said in a mocking tone. "It looks like you are actually enjoying this. You are soaking wet. Are you enjoying this Jennifer?"

She whimpered a "mnghh" an squirmed a little.

"Answer me Jennifer." I said, continuing to mock her. "You like it don't you?"

"No." she panted.

I laughed. "Then why are you so wet? Huh, Jennifer?" I rubbed her clit a little more. My plan was completely destroyed now. She moaned, but I couldn't tell if it was a protest moan or a moan of desire. She unclasped her hands and grabbed my wrists. Uh-oh.

I pulled my finger out of her pussy and took my other hand off of her breast. I stepped backward and sat back down on my chair. She stood there stunned for a moment.

"Come here Jennifer." I said with my sternest, firmest Dom voice. She stood there. This was the moment of truth. Would she come?

"Don't make me turn you in Jennifer." I said reminding her why she was here. "Think about your career. It would be a shame for such a bright young lady to have to tell her parents why she was expelled."

Then, her head sunk, she turned around and awkwardly walked to me with her jeans and panties still around her ankles. I was completely relieved. Now she was really mine.

I commanded her to lay face down across my lap. She did as she was told. I was preparing her for a bare-bottom spanking. She laid across my lap, giving me perfect access to her beautiful little butt. She was crying again. I caressed her bare ass as I spoke to her.

"You were a very bad girl Miss Kim." I said condescendingly. "Weren't you?"

"yes" she said, resigned.

SMACK! I slapped her ass hard.

"AGHH!" she muffled a surprised scream. I could tell that she had never been spanked.

"yes what?" I asked. She grunted. "Yes ... ugh ... yes, sir."

"Good girl. Now say it."

"Say what?"

SMACK! My handprint burned pink on her fair white ass.

"Oww! Say what, SIR!?!"

"Say that you have been a very bad girl."

"Ugh I ... " She took a breath. "I've been a very bad girl."

SMACK!

"Agh!" She squirmed and bucked on my lap. I had used my right hand to spank her and my left to hold her in place.

"Say it again." I commanded coldly.

"I've been a very bad girl, sir." She whimpered.

"You are a dirty little cheater." I said.

"Yes, sir. I am a dirt little cheater, sir." She struggled to say between sobs.

I smiled and caressed her tender ass. "This ass now belongs to me." I thought to myself.

I spanked her a few more times. She moaned and struggled, but she took each one of them like a champ.

Then I switched hands: I used my left hand to spank her, as my right hand explored her exposed pussy. Just as I suspected: the innocent little Asian girl Jennifer Kim was dripping wet again.

She jumped as I penetrated her with two fingers. I held her in place over my lap with my left arm.

"Wow Jennifer, You are really turned on, aren't you?

SMACK!

"ARENT YOU!?!"

"Ughhh!! Yes, sir!" The shame in her quivering voice was palpable.

I started moving my fingers in and out slowly. "Here I thought you were this little Asian angel. Just a prissy little honors student."

She started writhing as I mocked her. My fingers were fucking her as I held her hips in place. Her ankles still bound by her jeans and panties.

"But you aren't a good little girl at all are you Jennifer?"

"No sir."

"What are you really, Jennifer?"

"A ... a slut , sir."

Well, I was not expecting that at all. I was expecting her to say that she was a 'bad little girl' or something. But instead she introduced the 's' word. Okay. She called herself a slut. Wow.

I laughed at her as she responded to my finger fucking. She dropped her head in shame and her long dark hair spilled on the floor around her.

"Well, Jennifer, technically a slut fucks for free. You are going to fuck me because you want something in return....So what does that make you Jennifer?"

She groaned loudly. It was a groan of total defeat.

"What does that make you, Jennifer?" I said. I was enjoying myself, gloating over her debasement.

"A whore, sir."

"That's right Jennifer."

SMACK!

"You are nothing..."

SMACK!

"...but a fucking..."

SMACK!

"...worthless ..."

SMACK!

"...cocksucking.."

SMACK!

"...WHORE!"

SMACK!

Her upturned ass was quite pink now. I continued to gently finger-fuck her as I spanked her. By this time she was bucking wildly, the combination of the pain from the spanking and the offense of my insults, mixed with pleasure of the finger-fucking was driving her absolutely crazy.

Before that day, she may not have known that she was a sexual submissive. But now it was clear, to me at least. I have seen this before. Jennifer Kim was a natural sub. And I was going to make her mine.

She was getting close. I could tell.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Jennifer?"

"No, sir!"

"Do you want me to fuck you hard?"

"Ugh agh, No sir! No! Please sir!"

"Please what?"

"mmmgh ...Please ... ugh ...please don't fuck me sir! Agh ah.."

"Well then, are you going to suck my cock like a two-dollar Bangkok whore?"

Of course, Bangkok is in Thailand, and Jennifer was Korean. I pretended like I did not know the difference. Koreans are usually very proud of their heritage, and being referred to as a Thai whore was probably extra-insulting. I continued to work her pussy.

"ughh yes sir!"

"You want me to fuck you Jennifer?"

"hghh nnngg .... yes ... yes sir ... anything you want sir." She whimpered pathetically.

"Say 'me love you long time'." I said.

"What?!"

SMACK!

"hughh .. me love you long time ...sir ..."

"No, say it with an accent."

"Oh god..."

SMACK!

"SAY IT JENNIFER!"

She knew exactly what I wanted. Jennifer had grown up in California, and certainly did not have an Asian accent at all. But I made her fake one to sound like a cheap Oriental whore. I am sure that she had never been so humiliated. She obliged. It was amazing.

"Me love you long time!"

"Again."

"Me love you long time!"

"Again!"

"ughh... me... me love you long time! Hhhh"

And with that I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, and pushed her off my lap. She landed on her side, naked and sweating, laying on the floor. She looked up at me, shocked and confused.
Of course, the only thing more humiliating than begging to be fucked, is begging to be fucked and getting denied.

"please sir..."

"Now shut up and listen to me Jennifer." I said, standing and pointing at her. "You are going to come back here tomorrow after lecture and you are going to do some work for me. If you do well, I will give you the fuck you were begging for."

She looked hurt, lying there, defeated and denied.

I pulled out a fifty dollar bill from my wallet, crumpled it and threw it at her.

"I want you to take that to Victoria's Secret in Westwood and buy a black thong and matching bra. Then you will wear them tomorrow when you come here. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"And if you don't show up, I will turn your pretty little ass in and you will be expelled. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir." She started to cry again.

"Now for god's sake pull your pants up." I said with disgust. "And get out of here."

She wept as she gathered her clothes and tried to get herself together.

I acted cold. I dismissed her with a wave of my hand. I pretended to be indifferent, but the truth is I could not wait until the next day after lecture...

I could not relax the night before. All I could do was think about her and jerk off.

Innocent young Jennifer Kim naked in my lab room, bent over my knee and completely under my control. I admit that I was afraid she might not come back the next day as I had commanded. She might come to her senses and accuse me of blackmail. If she were to get a good lawyer she could possibly be able to have me fired AND manage to not be expelled.

I really did not know what she was capable of. But I suspected that, on some deep sub-conscious level, Jennifer really liked the way I treated her. Something in her would bring her back to me the next day.

I had a rush of relief and arousal when she appeared at my door, just as I had ordered. She looked like any other generic Asian undergrad chick standing there in her jeans, sneakers and UCLA hoodie.

Only she and I knew what she really was. Thanks to my particularly insidious blackmail, the studious and conservative Jennifer Kim had been powerd to become my own delicious little sex slave.

"Come in." I said.

Meek and submissive, gripping her backpack, hardly making eye contact, shifting uncomfortably, she had come back for more.

Without looking up from my work I asked her "Did you follow my orders Jennifer?"

Out of the corner of my eye I could see her bite her lip, close her eyes and take a deep breath.

"y...yes sir." She said weakly.

"What did you say Jennifer? I didn't hear you." I said smiling.

"yes sir." She said clearly.

"Yes sir, what Jennifer?" I said in a patronizing, scolding tone.

She took another breath. "Yes sir, I bought the underwear like you said."

"No Jennifer" I said crossly. "You do not get to refer to yourself in the first permister. First permister is reserved for decent upstanding young ladies, not wanton little whores like you."

I could see my insult burn into her as her face reddened.

"You will use the third permister to refer to yourself. Do you know what "third permister" means Jennifer?" I said as condescendingly as I could.

She opened her eyes and glared at me hard. Wow. Okay, this girl really does not like to have her intelligence insulted. Good to know.

"Yes, SIR." She growled.

"Well then use it you stupid cunt. I will ask you again. What order of mine did you follow?"

Clearly seething with anger she said, "This ... girl ... bought the underwear... like you said ... SIR."

"Good." I responded "Are you wearing it now like I told you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Excellent" I turned back to my work, not looking at her. "Well let's see it then."

She stood there.

"Chop chop Jennifer." I said, not looking up from my computer. " I suggest you start with your shoes."

Resigned and defeated, she set down her backpack. Then sat on a lab stool to remove her sneakers and her cute little baby blue Bruin socks. She sat for a moment. Then asked:

"Please, sir ... can we do this somewhere else? Anyone could walk in and see me!"

"Third permister, stupid cunt." I said coldly, still not looking at her.

"Please sir..." her voice starting to crack, "Anyone could walk in and see ... this girl."

"No." I said flatly.

I heard her breathing intensify. In the reflection of my computer screen I could see her removing her hoodie. In the reflection I could barely see the black bra contrasting with her fair Asian skin. I did not look away from my screen. I ignored her as she stripped off her clothes.

Moments later, without looking at her, I could tell she had stripped down to the black thong panties and matching bra that I had commanded her to buy. I had to give her an assignment. I had to have her focused on completing a task. It would distract her away from any thoughts of turning me in. That's why I gave her money to buy the underwear. By accepting the $50 bill, she was tacitly accepting the assignment, and by extension, my domination over her. Plus, black lingerie really turns me on.

She stood there for a moment, probably trembling, vulnerable and exposed.

I continued to deliberately ignore her, focusing on my computer. You see it is one thing to be leered at while you strip to your underwear. If you are an attractive young girl like Jennifer, you learn early in your teens, that your sexuality is one of your greatest powers. You come to expect men to leer at you from time to time, it may be annoying and sometimes creepy, but it reminds you that you have a certain power over heterosexual men of all ages, and that feels good.

However, when your sexuality is ignored, it strips you of that power. It is quite another level of offense to strip down to your slutty underwear while being completely ignored by a man.

I am sure that it made her feel cheap and embarrassed, standing there in her thong and bra in the lab supply room while I worked. Finally she could stand the tension no longer.

"Sir?" She asked.

"Yes?" I responded, not looking.

"I ... um ... this girl is ...done" She said.

"Done with what?" I asked.

She sighed. "She is done ... taking her clothes off."

"Okay" I said.

Another long pause.

"Sir ... what should ...um ... this girl...do?" she was starting to sound desperate.

"Nothing, until I am ready to deal with you." I said.

"Okay, sir."

That more or less cut the tension. Once I said "nothing" she had her instructions, so that is what she did. It is basic sub psychology. She needed to be told what to do. So, after another brief pause, I saved the file I was working on, and swiveled around in my chair to look at her. I looked her up and down slowly. She closed her eyes in embarrassment as I examined her every curve. She actually looked pretty good for an Asian girl. I made a circular gesture with my index finger - a nonverbal instruction for her to turn around.

She turned for me, obviously ashamed that she was being powerd to present herself like this. I absolutely loved to see her tight little Korean ass and her narrow little Korean hips in that tiny black thong. I have a fetish for women in black underwear, and seeing Jennifer's perfectly smooth butt made me hard instantly.

"Stick out your ass for me Jennifer." I commanded.

She did not respond.

"Now!" I said more intensely. "Stick it out!"

She bent slightly, and submissively stuck her ass out toward me for my enjoyment. My erection raged.

"Now wiggle it around for me Jennifer."

"Pleeease sir!" she whimpered, overwhelmed with offense.

"Wiggle it like the slutty little skank you are!" I said.

Slowly she began to wiggle her ass left to right.

"Ha ha!" I laughed "That's it Jennifer! Wiggle it like a dog in heat! Faster!"

I could hear her begin to cry softly as she gyrated and wiggled her slutty, bent-over ass for me. It's nice when a stripper wags her ass like this ... but when a good little conservative student like Jennifer has to do it... reluctantly, its just ... oh my god ... this was *******ing me. I reached down and felt my cock through my jeans. Jennifer's vulgar little thong dance was making me so hard, I probably could have whipped it out and cum right then and there. But no ... no ... it was too soon. We still had work to do that day.

"Okay. Enough" I said dismissively.

She ended her degrading gyrations and stood straight.

"Come here" I commanded.

She approached me reluctantly.

"Now Jennifer, as a slave, you must learn to assume certain submissive positions upon demand." I said.

She looked at me, a little confused.

I continued, "The first slave position is called 'Nadu'. I want you to kneel on both knees."

She paused, I glared at her, and then she slowly, submissively, lowered herself to her knees on the cold tile floor.

"Alright..." I continued "Now place your hands on your thighs, palms up and keep your back straight.

She obeyed...very reluctantly. I could tell she was not happy about being made to kneel in her underwear before me.

"Now spread your legs." I said.

She huffed and obeyed.

"Wider." I said.

She spread her legs wide. I could see the thong stretched over her pussy and disappearing between her tight little asscheeks.

I lifted her chin with my index finger. "Chin up slightly."

I must say. Despite her red and fumingly resentful facial expressions, Jennifer presented a beautiful Nadu for a first timer.

I commanded her to stand. Then I immediately commanded her to assume Nadu again. I repeated this a few times, correcting her when necessary. She did a pretty lackluster job each time, until I told her we would keep doing it until she got it right. She was suddenly able to do it right without being corrected. That little bitch.

I commanded her to stand and walk across the room. I ogled her lithe figure, her beautiful bare ass and her perky little titties as she walked. She tried really hard not to look sexy while walking.

She did not want to give me the satisfaction of enjoying her body while I made her perform like a trained natural.

Little did she know that her resistance is precisely what turned me on. I just loved the fact that she hated this.

I made her walk back and commanded that she assume Nadu again. When she did it well I patted her on the head like a puppy and said "good girl".

She seethed with resentment. She hated being demeaned like this. But there was simply nothing she could do about it. I felt a surge of erotic power.

Under normal circumstances, I probably would not have been particularly attracted to her, but degrading her like this, and watching her follow each of my demeaning commands aroused me immensely.

I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her very, very badly. I did not care if she wanted it or not, I was going to fuck her. I was going to take her, claim her and possess her against her will. I was going to rub her clit until her body betrayed her by lubricating itself. Then I would pry my hard cock into her tight little Asian pussy. I would stretch out her vaginal walls and fill her completely. I would impale her. I would fuck her hard until I came, filling her up until she overflowed with my sperm. Then, to make her degradation complete, I would finger her clit until she climaxed as well, powering her to feel the pleasure she fought so desperately to deny.

But I had to wait. I had to be patient. I would definitely fuck her in time, but I still needed to take the necessary steps to enslave her permanently. I had to break her down completely, and she was still being entirely too defiant. Besides, I still had a job to do as a UCLA grad student and a TA. I had work to do in the lab supply rooms.

So I made Jennifer help me. Naturally, I did not let her get dressed. She had to work in my supply room and office clad only in her black thong and lacy black bra. I made her do menial tasks like filing and alphabetizing papers. I had her clean test tubs and put them away in the cabinets above the lab bench.

I loved watching her work, virtually nude. I took every opportunity to caress and grope her as we passed each other. I delighted as she grimaced each time I touched her. She may not have been very curvaceous, but she was young and firm, and her skin was very smooth, I just couldn't keep my hands off of it.

Finally I could not take it anymore. Fuck the plan. Fuck patience. My desire for her had taken control of me. I was going to do her little cunt right here and now. I grabbed her roughly by the hair without a word and violently bent her over a lab bench.

"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...

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."

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Scott flipped on the lights to his downtown apartment as we entered. He tossed his keys on the table and turned to address the girls.

"All right you two" he said. "Move that coffee table out of the way and stand in the center of that rug."

Jennifer looked surprised, maybe a little stunned. Lucy smiled wryly and said "Yes, Sir" with an emphasis on 'Sir' as if she knew what was about to happen. She bent to lift one end of the coffee table as she motioned for Jennifer to take the other end.

I sat on one couch; Scott sat on the loveseat facing me. The large Persian-looking rug was on the floor between us. I admired Lucy's body as she bent over to lift the table. She had a nice petite Asian body, with just a hint of curvy musculature. I began to get a little hard thinking about how I would soon see her naked.

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.