les histoires de chrislebo

Knowing that she will not win the argument Janet wore the tank top. As she looked at the mirror she could see her dark areola through the thin fabric of the top she was wearing, her nipples were poking out couple it with the piercing on her nipples showing her sluttyness. A see through white tank top with a written slut on it, her dark areola and protruding nipples along with a mini skirt and a strap on high heels that was at least 5 inches. Debi then motion for her to spread her legs, as she did Debi raised her skirt up to her lower abdomen. She knelt down to Janet’s pussy and clip in a small length chain on her loops pierced through her labia. She looked up at Janet and showed what she was doing. Debi was attaching 3 lbs. weights by each lip that was pierced. As Debi slowly let the weight dangle Janet could feel the weight pulling her lips a few seconds more and she felt a cold shudder, as she watch Debi in disbelief was inserting a metal ball in her pussy. After inserting it Debi stood up and looked at Janet.

[Debi] I just put in a 5 pound metal ball in your pussy. It is called a benwa ball. It has a smaller metal ball inside that when you move the inside ball will circle around thus creating a nice feeling in your punani. Now the catch, if you squeeze hard you will feel the sensation more and probably cum as you walk, but if you relax your cunt muscle a bit, well let just say a well lubricated heavy metal ball will prove very slippery. I don’t think you want to drop a metal ball with your ooze in the mall now do you? Let’s have fun babe. Oh and by the way, just in case the ball does drop, you are to pick it up and insert it inside your pussy where it drop, no going to the bathroom or hiding in the corner, so if you drop it in the middle of the mall you are to pick it up and insert it back in, in the middle of the mall do I make myself clear?

[Janet] {In disbelief nodding} …yes.

[Debi] Good. Then let’s shop.

As they got in the garage, Debi opened the garage door, she let Janet just standing there letting whoever pass by see her slutty look. As Debi was about to get in the car, she heard a voice calling her. As she turned around she saw Jamister headed towards them. As Jamister was walking closer, Janet kept on glancing around wanting to hide, she can feel the metal weights pulling down on her pussy lips. Just walking down the stairs was a struggle with those weights dangling shifting left, right forward and back, to make matters worse the metal ball inside her pussy was starting to send shivers deep inside her. The more she squeezed the more that she could feel the ball banging on her sensitive walls, and if she let loose a little it felt like the ball was going to drop. She could not over hear what Jamister and Debi was talking about, but by the smile that Jamister was showing it can only mean bad things. The wolfish grin and the dagger look towards Janet made her feel more like a toy waiting to be played with. She heard Debi laughed and said their goodbyes. As Jamister walked out going to his car, he turned around and blew a kiss towards Janet. Debi finally ordered Janet to get in the car, As she was getting in, she slightly lifted her legs trying to clear the car when suddenly {clunk} a loud noise was heard and all Debi could hear was oh god, coming out of Janet’s mouth. Debi was trying to contain herself and innocently ask what was that? Janet ignored Debi, and started kneeling down, she finally saw what she was looking for, her 5 lbs. metal ball slipping out of her wet, moist slippery pussy. She could not believe what she was about to do, but her hands have a mind of its own and no matter how hard she tried her hands was guiding the metal ball towards her pussy, her legs started to spread when Debi yelled stop.

[Debi] We still have a lot to do today, and I can’t let you get dirty or infected with all that crap the ball got by your stupidity dropping it like that. Go ahead and clean it up then bring it out here I want to see you put it in.

Janet was relived hearing that she was allow to dust of the metal ball and clean it up before inserting it back in her pussy. As soon as she got in the house, she ran warm water and started washing the metal ball.

While Janet was washing the metal ball, Debi got out of the car and grabbed 2 bottles of water. As she was about to get in the car, Janet came out from the door and looked at Debi who was about to get in the car. Debi ordered her to stand at the passenger door, as Debi got in the car, she told Janet to put her feet on the seat. Debi had the view of Janet’s pussy, the weights dangling left and right as the weight sways so did her pussy lips. She then told her to insert the ball. As Janet powerd the ball in her Debi could see it disappear in her hole, a smile formed on her face and finally let Janet sat in the car. As soon as they were out of the neighborhood Debi started some more small talk with Janet.

[Debi] So tell me honestly Janet, did you enjoy those two big black dicks fucking your hole like that?

[Janet] Yes… {Quickly covering her mouth}

[Debi] You are such a fucking slut. You were enjoying being fucked by black cocks, same black cocks you claimed was dirty to put in your Asian cunt or mouth? Enjoying it while talking to your husband? My oh my, what a slut you truly are. I told you now didn’t I that you are a slut? Hmmm…

[Janet] You made me say that, it did not come to me.

[Debi] No Janet I ask you to tell me honestly, I did not tell you to say yes to my question, so your answer came out of your own little slutty mouth.

Also I am sick of your attitude and your ad lib, you are smarter than you look attitude, so from now on you will start acting like when you first came here. I want you to have your heavy Chinese accent as well as your stupidity in the English language. So every time you hear me say Stupid Chinese cunt, you will start acting like a stupid Chinese cunt that you are.

As Debi pulled in the parking lot and parked the car, Janet noticed that the mall was packed. She was starting to tremble of what will happen to her in the mall. Debi saw her nervousness and just smiled.

[Debi] Ok Janet, here is the rules for today. You will remember everything that you are doing, even though you are turned into a stupid cunt, now here are a few rules that you will always follow no matter what.
1. If the ball falls from your pussy, you are to raise a leg and insert it back where you drop it. Same as when you put it back while in my garage, you put your foot on the seat and inserted it in, I want you to do the same here, if there is no seat, use the advertising billboard, if there are no billboards just raise your leg up.

2. If someone asks for your number you are to give it to them, if someone told you they want a blow job you give it to them, if someone asks you for sex you are to give it to them. Now I am not that heartless, you can ask them to go to their car and suck em or fuck em.

The last one,

As Debi opened one of the bottled water, she ordered Janet to take the whole bottle right there and then.

3. As I was saying, three I want you to fill this bottle with cum. Guys, girls I don’t care just as long as they are filled in order for you to fill them it needs to be in your mouth first then spit it in the bottle or in your pussy and milk it out or better yet in your ass and cuckolds brownie it. Now for every cum you spit in this bottle, you will take this other bottle empty start again until this one is filled to the top. Now you are not allowed to use the bathroom without my approval, so if you need to pee, find me and ask for permission. Now if you can’t find me, then you can pee in this same empty water bottle but you have to take it back in. Also if you do get fucked in your cunt, you can take the ball out.

Before Janet could say anything, Debi yelled

[Debi] You stupid Chinese cunt.

Janet was unable to form anymore coherent sentence, she had to stop and think of what she wanted to say, and in her broken English she tried to address Debi.

[Janet] Why this do me? Me don’t know I did to you.

Debi could not stop laughing, she quickly looked at Janet straight in the eyes.

[Debi] I know you know what’s happening, how frustrating it is not being able to do anything or say the words you really want to say. Anyway bitch, you are to meet me here at the car in 3 hours. You don’t want to be late. Have fun bitch. Oh and by the way {handing 2 black rubber bands to Janet} do pigtails with your hair and go to the food court and eat whatever you like since you seem hungry for some meat.

As Debi got out of the car Janet followed out, dressed in her outfit, Pig tails hanging out walking towards the mall, The height of her heels made her sway as she walks, the weights swinging under her skirt pulling her lips as it stretches it with every step. Holding the empty bottle and a full bottle of water, she kept on mumbling in her native language which was easier for her than trying to speak in English. She tried to run and catch up with Debi. A few long and quick strides and she remembered the hard way what the weights could do to a tender flesh not to mention the heavy ball inside of her tender sensitive flesh. She yelled in her native language “wait” but Debi just kept on walking smiling, while Janet attract more attention towards her. Finally realizing that people were looking at her she quieted down as she closed her lips tight. She saw Debi disappeared inside the mall while she was still trying to catch her breath from the activity in her body. That few steps combined with the metal ball as well as the weights got her going, she can feel the heat emanating from within her, juice flowing and how slippery a metal ball can be when well lubricated.

As she enters the doorway she could feel people staring at her, she just walked with her head raise and a smile. Her embarrassment is hidden under her demeanor. As few cat calls were heard she knew what she needed to do. She tried to squeeze her legs to avoid the slippery ball from falling but the sensation was over powering. Remembering what happened to her in her garage, she could not bear to have the ball drop in a public busy place as she paused letting the sensation subside and walking again. The desire of wanting to cum was building inside of her and all she can do was stand there like a whore waiting to ask someone for their cum. A few people staring in disbelief, others smiled and older female showed disgust saying what a tramp she was, over hearing these made Janet feel more embarrassed, but without a choice she held her head up high and just smiled, her sweet Asian smile. Waiting for her pussy to stop throbbing a guy walked by her and asked if she wouldn’t mind giving him her number and Janet just smiled and gave it to him.

[Janet] Me nice give you number, me suck you cock okay?

The guy with mouth open was dumbfounded on what came out of Janet’s mouth. Not believing what he has just heard. All he can ask was how much. Janet could not sink any lower, hearing the guy asking how much, made her feel more of a whore. Knowing that she does not have any money to buy her food, she was powerd to ask. Not being able to think of a word she manages what she could in her basic tongue.

[Janet] Me need enough for tummy {pointing to her stomach motioning that she was hungry}.

The guy smiled, thinking that this hot chick was crazy. He just leaned to her ear and whispered to her okay I have 5 dollars. Janet needing anything to be able to buy her food nodded with a smile on her face.

[Janet] 5 dahllahs me buy lots eat, car is close? Me suck you there?

As the guy grabbed Janet’s wrist and started walking towards the exit. The guys heart was pounding with excitement, he was walking faster than Janet would like, the weights was tearing her pussy apart, the ball was sending vibration in her and drips of her juices started to dribble, down her sexy Asian legs. She was biting her lips as a surge was nearing, she had to break the guys grip on her and just stood there, her legs closed tight, eyes shut. The guy asked if she was okay and all the she could reply was a mumble. A few minutes more and she were able to walk, slower the guy even leaned in, grabbed Janet by the waist and walked with her slowly, his hand slowly drop down and was grasping Janet’s butt. A few minutes more and he was massaging her cheek, and raising her skirt higher letting people in the mall see her hidden surprised. Janet, too distracted with the Benwa ball in her pussy trying not to cum, did not realize what the guy was doing. As people could see her ass as well as the weighted chains connected to her pussy. People in the mall was able to see that this slut was not wearing any underwear, and on top of that had some weights dangling on her lips. Finally she realized what was going on and shock of horror showed, she swatted the guys hand away and looking at him in disgust. The guy smiled and apologized and offered her another 5 dollars. Janet not being herself, hearing the money forgot what has just happened with a smile said okay more money good for tummy. Having the chance to get another 5 dollars on her hand she walked with him, with his hand around her waist.

They finally got to the guys car as he opened the door, Janet climbed up he followed. As he was locking the door, Janet unzipped his pants and tried to pry his cock out. Slowly Janet’s bent forward licking his cock. A few minutes more Janet was sucking him hard. The guy reached in Janet’s pussy and felt how wet she was. Janet swatted his hand and mention more money if he wanted to touch. The guy just smiled and enjoyed himself as Janet was sucking him real good. A few minutes more and he was reaching in to his coat, he got his phone and press 3 on his quick dial.

[Scott] Hey dude, get the gang meet me at my car now.

Scott never had a sweet Asian mouth wrap around his cock, the way Janet was sucking Scott was close to cumming. Janet could feel his cock stiffening as she suck deeper and harder. A few minutes more Janet pulled just enough, so she would not have to swallow his cum, and started massage the head, Scott could not bear it anymore as he spurt his juice out in Janet’s mouth. Janet pulled up as she could feel small spurts as Scott emptied his load Janet open the empty water bottle and spit Scott’s milk inside. She quickly opened the other bottle and drank the bottle empty. Scott still in limbo did not even notice what Janet did, still in ecstasy breathing hard liking the feel of this Asian fuck.

[Janet] Me do good, you cum quick, you like? Need give me now money.

Scott smiling gave Janet 10 dollars, as Janet was about to leave, Scott held her hand.

[Scott] I have some friends, we have money, why don’t we go to our place and we will make sure that you get paid well?

Janet was creasing her forehead trying to understand Scot.

[Janet] Me no understand, you spoke slow so me know you talk about.

Scott was smiling by this time, she knew how stupid Janet was and how easily she could be confused. As Scott saw his friends coming out of the mall he rolled his window down and hold up palm so stop them. They saw his signal and waited, they knew he was up to something and this would be good.

[Scott] {Pointing to his friends} See…over…there….my…friends…we…pay…you…money…you…co me…to…my…place…suck…fuck…lot…of…money…fill…tummy {touching Janet’s stomach, rubbing it.}

[Janet] No, me can’t go, need mo water {holding the empty water bottle}, me need take after cum, me no car need back here in thee hours. {Holding 3 fingers up}

[Scott] {Thinking to himself that this will be sweet, this stupid cunt was just to easy for him} Here…more…water…put…in…your…bottle. I…bring…you…back…here…in…3…hour.

Janet smiled and looked at Scott’s friend. Confused as she is, she still realized that with Scotts friends there, that she could get done quicker and get something to eat plus meet with Debi in three hours.

[Janet] {Grabbing the bottle and transferring the water to her water bottle} You pay me how many with your friends.

[Scott] Go…to…my…place…pay…you…5…dollars.

[Janet] You bring here me when done?

[Scott] Yes.

[Janet] Ok you now pay me.

[Scott] {Smiling, gotcha cunt} No…me…pay…you…when…we…are…done. You…do…good…I…pay…you…more…money…ok?

Janet hearing “more money” just smiled and nodded her head with a big smile.

Scott just smiled got out of his car waved for his friend to come over. Janet with the window rolled up could just hear mumbles as Scott’s friend was looking in, seeing how beautiful this cunt was.

[Scott] Okay boys we got ourselves some fun. I have a great fuck inside my car right now and she is dumber than a box of rocks. We can share what me make here we just need to play our cards right. All she needs is a full water bottle every time you cum.

[Nick] No way your kidding me.

[Scott] Wish I was buddy, plus I was able to convince her for only 30 per fuck.

Everyone was in disbelief in what Scott was saying. How can this beauty just charge 30. Everyone was smiling and agreeing to Scott. He then told them to meet at his place and bring some more people. He’ll set up his place and go from there. Scott was already thinking of the money he can make, 25 bucks goes to him and 5 goes to her and all he has to do was smile. As his posse started running to their own car wanting to get to Scotts place he drove out and started calling in. Janet just peering out the window and enjoy in her own thoughts the money that she will have.

Scott got to his place, escorting Janet in as he set up the living room. He sat Janet down and carefully explained to her what will be happening.

He explained that he called in more people to give her more money, hearing more money made Janet smile wider. As Scott motioned for her to take her clothes off, Janet obeys and Scott almost lost his wind. Here standing in front of her was an Asian beauty, her body was absolutely gorgeous, with her nipples, pussy lips and clit were pierced. He saw the weights and just smiled as he bent down and started to unhook the weights. For some reamister Janet’s body allowed him to. He inserted his finger in her cunt and felt something in there as he looked at Janet quizzically and ask what that was?

[Janet] Me put ball, make juice more easy cum. Me like feeling when me cum.

Scott smiled, as he gave Janet another 5 dollars and motioned that he wanted to fuck her. Janet grabbed the five and shoved it in her skirt pocket as she relaxed her pussy and the ball drop a heavy thud in Scott’s carpeted floor.

He explained that he called in more people to give her more money, hearing more money made Janet smile wider. As Scott motioned for her to take her clothes off, Janet obeys and Scott almost lost his wind. Here standing in front of her was an Asian beauty, her body was absolutely gorgeous, with her nipples, pussy lips and clit were pierced. He saw the weights and just smiled as he bent down and started to unhook the weights. For some reamister Janet’s body allowed him to. He inserted his finger in her cunt and felt something in there as he looked at Janet quizzically and ask what that was?

[Janet] Me put ball, make juice more easy cum. Me like feeling when me cum.

Scott smiled, as he gave Janet another 5 dollars and motioned that he wanted to fuck her. Janet grabbed the five and shoved it in her skirt pocket laying on the floor as she relaxed her pussy and the ball drop a heavy thud in Scott’s carpeted floor

[Scott] So why do you have all these Tattoo’s all over and why snake?

[Janet] Me like snake, swallow bird whole.

Even though her face was smiling, deep inside she could not believe the words that came out of her mouth, she did not want to say those words. Scott was smiling as how Janet made a similarity of her snake tattoo with how she is.

[Scott] Well I saw how you swallow my bird awhile ago, maybe now my snake can go to the cave and get some yum yum.

[Janet] {Giggling}

As Scott positioned Janet to be fucked Janet raised her leg giving Scott easy access.

[Janet] Cave is open, snake can slide in get some yum…yum {giggling}

Scott smiled even more and without warning thrusted his hard cock deep inside Janet’s cunt. Janet yelled from the surprise she got, she thought Scott was going in slow like a snake slithering in a dark, damp hole, even though she was wet the sudden intrusion of his big hard cock was too much for her Asian pussy. She kept on yelling in her native language {stop...slow…down…it hurts, please slowly} but since Scot could not understand her, he thought she wanted more. Scott picked up the pace and slammed his hard cock harder and harder in her cunt. Janet was already feeling the effect of a hard cock, ramming hard in her cunt. A few minutes more she was starting to yell differently and Scott smiled. This woman liked it rough so he knew that the gang would enjoy fucking this whore.

Scott angled his hand on Janet’s breast as he thrust harder in her pussy. His ball slamming on Janet’s open crack as Scott buries his hard cock in hard and fast in and out Scott was nearing his peak with a tight Asian cunt, he squeezed hard on Janet’s breast Janet quickly grabbed his wrist and was trying to pull his hands away from her breast. But the way Scott was angled and on top of her, she could not get enough strength to do so, finally as Scott was nearing he shifted his hand on her erect nipples, squeezing it hard and pulled it up hard, Janet has never felt such and intense pain the way Scot was pinching and pulling hard on her nipples felt like it was about to tear of, of her body. The pain was intense for Janet but the pleasure was mounting on her, she was about to cum, her shoulder was off the floor due to Scotts lifting her up by her nipples.

[Janet] Me hurt, me close to cum oohhh puk {fuck} Me dodo {breast} hurts let go please me cumming, yum…yum…cumming…puk...harder...puk…puk

[Scott] Yeah bitch, I know you want it hard yeah fuck you do have a good tight cunt bitch.

As Scott was about to explode, he lifted Janet even higher, Janet still holding on to Scott’s wrist in a precarious position Janet was screaming now due to the pain as she came hard squirting Scott with all her juice as Scott finally released his seed in her. Exhausted, Scott’s full weight drop down on top of Janet, Janet drop on the floor her head bumping on the ground with a thud, the searing pain swirling on her the pressure being lifted, the sensation of cumming hard the way it felt…Janet was smiling, legs still shivering from the sensation she is feeling, as Scott raised himself he saw Janet wide smile.

[Scott] Hmmm I love a gusher, you like the snake that much huh?

[Janet] Hmmm…tat was good puk. Me cunt feel good, me tits hurt but good hurt.

Janet’s thought was running in overdrive, why are those words coming out of her mouth, she did not want to say those things, all she wanted was to keep quiet. Confusion was swirling in her head but the way it felt was intense. She was surprised when she heard the doorbell as she quickly propped herself up.

[Janet] Me no clothes, where can I put clothes on?

[Scott] Oh don’t put them on honey, you will get more snakes in the cave but go to that room and clean up and I will be with you in a few okay?

Smiling Janet complied and went to the guest room, and headed directly to the bathroom. With her 2 bottles in tow, she sat on the opening and slowly aimed the dripping cum out of her pussy and into the bottle. Once she milked all the cum out she grabbed the empty bottle, filled it up with water from the faucet and drank it all. She then filled it up once again as she jumped in the shower and started cleaning herself up.

Scott opened the door and put a finger on his lips motioning for everyone to be quiet. He pointed to the couch motioning for them to come in and just sit down as he ran to his room. He picked up the phone and started dialing a number that was branded in his head. The other line came to life…

[Scott] The gangs here and we are ready. I got the camera set up and I will let her glance at it.

[?????] Good, I want it all on tape. Are you sure that everyone is clean. I don’t want her getting anything now.

[Scott] Yes I am positive.

[?????] How much per head?

[Scott] Hundred and no limit, plus more are coming so she will be flooded.

[?????] How much is she getting?

[Scott] 5 per head so after what we talked about, she will end up owing me.

[?????] Make sure she is dripping wet all over when you drop her off.

[Scott] Oh come on my car…

Before Scott can finish the voice on the other side of the phone cut him off.

[?????] There must be a static here, what was that you said I can barely hear you.

[Scott] {Starting to shake} No…Not…Nothing, I mean no problem she will be dripping wet.

[?????] Good job, I will wait for my share then. Have fun…By the way do a good job and there will be a bonus for you.

As the other end went dead, Scott let a sigh of relief. He finally went out of his room and went to the guest room. Janet was sitting at the edge of the Bed, drying her hair. Scott looked at her and smiled.

[Scott] Okay there are a lot of people out there, so I will let one permister in at a time and they pay me, then I pay you. You get 5 dollars per fuck okay.

[Janet] {Excited} Me get 5 dalaahs per puk, really? Okay, me puk good for you.

[Scott] Ok good, now you have to let them do whatever they want okay or they won’t pay. So just let them do anything okay?

[Janet] You no worry me good me make sure they are happy give me 5 dallahs, you happy puk me?

[Scott] Oh yes, you are a good fuck bitch.

Scott was smiling as the words rolled out of his mouth, he stood up and opened the sliding glass cabinet, and stepped innocently on the side as he turned the switch on, and he made sure that Janet could see what was behind the glass cabinet. He turned around and smiled at Janet winked at her and got out of the room. The doorbell rang and more groups started to come in.

As Scott left the room, Janet saw what Scott was playing with but was unsure of what he was flipping. She walked by the sliding door and slid it far enough to realize what was inside. She saw that the glass was a one way mirror and a tripod was set with the video camera aimed exactly at the bed. Janet’s mind started tingling the memories of acting out as a porn slut was showing in her mannerism…

[Scott] Ok listen up. Most everyone is here so I will fill tell the others who comes in late. Now we have a very cute Asian cunt in that room. She is clean, and she cannot use any condom so everyone will be bare.

Scott heard some argument, they did not want a sloppy pussy with dripping cum.

[Scott] Shut up. Every time you are done fucking her she will clean up in the bathroom so the next permister will get her, she will be clean and fresh. You can leave any marks you want just no heavy bruises especially on her face, hickey any where is encourage. She likes it rough so those who want to be macho can rough her up and bang her hard. Now the fee, 100 per head and its unlimited fuck one time payment for her services. Any hole is open. We have a raffle on who goes first. First permister pays 200 since she is fresh for you.

[Guy1] Fuck that man, I bet you already fuck her what do you mean she is fresh for us?

[Scott] Believe me when I say she is good, and I sample the sweetness to make sure she is worth what I am charging for, so take it or leave it, there’s the door.

No one left and finally Scott brought the fish bowl out with all the paper thrown in there. One per permister and as soon as everyone had their ticket, Scott started yelling the number. Scott pulled the first ticket and smiled the 1st number pulled what an irony as he yelled 69.

{Guy 69} Walked up and handed Scott 200 hundred dollars, as he started walking to the guest room Scott held his arm.

[Scott] Okay listen up, she does not know English much, she is pretty much stupid, probably came here in one of those containers. Anyway just have fun flood her openings with your juice. She is a sure thing so don’t worry about it just enjoy yourself. This is an honor system, once you are done come our so she can wash up and the next permister goes in. Don’t screw each other, we are here to screw her. {As every one laughed at his humor.}

As {Guy 69} opened the door and went in, his jaw dropped. Aside from her tattoo Scott was right here is a drop dead hot Asian fuck meat waiting to be drilled.

[Janet] Ooohh you good looking, me treat you extra special, me suck you good.

As guy 69 smiled and walk slowly to Janet, Janet hopped out of bed ran to the guy and sladyed him with kisses, she slowly traced her finger down to his pants, and in a swift move, managed to unbutton his pants and slid his zipper down. Before his pants drop to the floor, Janet was already kneeling in front of his crotch licking his thigh as her left hand massages his balls. Her right hand slid his underwear down and as soon as Janet saw his semi hard cock, she swallowed the whole thing whole. Guy 69 caught in a surprised and pleasure of feeling a hot Asian mouth swallowing him full, his head feeling the tight throat surrounding it with pleasure, the tongue moving in back and front motion, making his cock go deeper down her throat. E never felt such pleasure even when his girlfriend was giving him head, it was never this great, never this feeling as his knees started shaking his cock getting harder than before and before he knew it not even 2 minutes from when Janet dropped his undies he let loose a warm thick liquid. Janet caught in surprise with the guy Cumming all of a sudden tried to pull out, to catch all his sperm in her mouth. She pulled out quick yelled in her language to cum a little more for her to get in her bottle. What little squirt came out was no more than a spit, she quickly wrapped her hand around the softening cock and she suck it harder and harder but nothing else came, the guy whose knees cannot support himself anymore collapse in ecstasy on the floor with a huge grin. He never had such a blowjob in his life and this Asian fuck gave him a blowjob to remember for a lifetime. Janet quickly stood up ran to the bathroom and spit whatever cum was left in her mouth. She quickly drank the other bottle and filled it up as she slowly walked out. Wiping her lips, guy 69 slowly stood up and pulled his pants looked at Janet one more time a grin and headed out of the room.

[Scott] Man, what was that I have not had the chance to draw the number 2 man yet and you’re already out? That didn’t take long. What did I tell you huh good isn’t she?

[Guy 69] Fuck dude, I never had such a blow job in my life, she was fucking good man, 200 hundred bucks for that Asian fuck, and I can’t wait for my next turn. She is as good as you said she is.

Everyone was giving him a hard time not being able to last but hearing him say those words made the gang even more horny and ready for a fuck of a lifetime. Scott grinning from ear to ear as he is satisfied in what he created, his hand went to the jar pulled out another number, and yelled 12.

As guy 12 handed his 100 buck to Scott he took his shirt off as he walked in the room, as he got in, he saw what was in front of him and smile. Janet was lying in bed, propped herself up on the side with her elbows supporting her upper body, her hair on one side covering her Asian breast. Guy 12 could not help but noticed her erect dark nipples inviting him to suck it hard, her shaved Asian cunt wanting to be filled. He smiled and walked to her side.

[Janet] Me okay suck your cock?

[Guy 12] Fuck that bitch, I want to lick your Asian cunt and finger fuck you first then I want to fuck your cunt hard.

[Janet] Me your sex slave me do as you want. {Not being able to control what she says or act with the camera aiming at her, the camera was filming her willingness to be a fuck slave.

As guy 12 started licking her sweet moist pussy, he inserted 2 fingers in and rubbed her inner wall. Janet was enjoying it, as she grabbed his free hand and guided it to her erect breast. The way that she was coaching Guy 12 there is no doubt as to whoever watches this video that she was a willing participant in this sexcapade. Guy 12 realized was Janet wanted as he grabbed her breast hard, flicked his tongue hard and fast on her clit as he started rubbing Janet’s inner wall hard and fast. Janet was already wet, and getting wetter by each strokes, suddenly she felt a certain pressure on her clit that she could not imagine. Guy 12 was sucking hard on her clit, harder than she could imagine, pleasure was turning to pain, she was trying to make him stop but she was speaking in Chinese, guy 12 knew she didn’t want the attention he was giving her on her clit as he quickly pinched her nipples hard, Janet yelled as he quickly inserted his fingers deep and started finger fucking Janet hard. He felt the crumpled skin in her pussy and finally realized what he was hitting. Janet was now in another dimension the pain of having her clit sucked hard, her nipples being squeeze hard and her g spot being rubbed on, a few minutes more and she came hard, as guy 12 drank all of her woman juice that she squirted out of her Asian pussy. He knelt up, Janet’s juices still dripping from his mouth, his smile tells it all as he grabbed the pillow and shoved it at Janets lower back propping her hips up.

[Guy 12] God you have a sweet tasting juice you fucking cuckolds brownie. Let me fuck you hard now, tell me how much you want me to fuck you.

Janet was still in ecstasy her head was someplace else, she never felt such intense orgasm before twice she came hard she was in la-la land.

[Janet] Me want you fuck hard, me want your hard cock fucking my Asian cunt. Please me want you.

As he slowly teased Janet’s wet cunt, circling his hard raging cock, smacking her clit with the mushrooming head, he quickly buried it deep in her wet Asian Pussy. Even though she was wet, the sudden hard intrusion gave her pain, he was being rammed hard and wild and she was screaming. She can hear cheers as she was being fucked hard. The crowd outside knew what was going on the pain in her cunt was sore but to the outside crowd all they knew was that she was enjoying this wild ride.

[Janet] No…me…hurt…enough…ugh…ugh…ugh…fast…more…yeah…me… feel…

good

As guy 12 unloaded his hot juice Janet’s came once more mixing with his jism. Her eyes closed hear forehead creased she rolled in a ball shaking from the fuck she just received. A he got up shoved his hard cock in her mouth making her clean him up. She licked his softening cock like a young with an ice cream cone, wanting more and just couldn’t get enough. He slowly stood up and dressed up, smirks and left the room. Janet knowing what do just stood up went to bathroom and filled her water bottle with the guy’s juice. She quickly drank the water and filled it up once more, as she hopped in the shower getting cleaned up for the next fuck.

This went on for hours and she was used, everything was being taped her willingness to enjoy being fucked by strangers, her pleading to be fuck, begging to suck imploring them to cum in her cunt.

She has forgotten what time it was, the ecstasy of cumming hard, her wildness the fun. Finally Scott came in with a grin in his face, grabbed the camera and told Janet to get ready for the finally. She was told to dress up with her clothes and to make sure to put the ball in her pussy.

As Janet came out from her washing Scott was waiting for her. He handed her a 20 and that made Janet giggle in delight. She was then instructed by Scott that this last one she will get a bonus if she follows everything that was being told her. She giggled in her Chinese way and nodded her head yes.

As Scott escorted her to the living room everyone started yelling she was embarrassed but as her eyes caught the glimpse of the video cam she put her finger in her lips, half biting and giggling.

As she was told to get in a plastic mini pool that was empty she was told to kneel with her hands on her lap.

[Scott] Okay guys this is the finale, we are going for BUKKAKE!!!!

As some cheered some scratch their head, asking what the fuck is a bukkake? Finally Scott explained it to them that Bukkake means Janet was going to sit in the plastic pool as everyone jacks off and cums on her. After everyone has cum on her she will take all that she missed and clean up the plastic tub. Once explained everyone started jumping up and down and took their place outside the circular pool. As everyone stand in attention Scott handed Janet 2 dildo and ordered her to start playing and get everyone up. Hesitant, Janet just watch in awe what was she doing, how could she be doing these stuffs, she knew what was going on but could not stop it nor explain her position, but all that was pushed back behind her mind once she saw Scott video taping this scene. All of a sudden she started licking the dildo on her left hand and the right dildo was gliding through her snatch. She looked at the camera hungrily as Scott pan the camera closer to her face showing her lust, her wanting to be fucked. As he looked at the guys surrounding her, catching their cock starting too hardened, he instructed Janet to put one in her ass as the other in her cunt. She lay on her back, prop her feet bent her knees and lifted her torso, she slowly laid her torso down as she raised her hip up, spreading her knees wider letting whoever was in front of her see her cunt, and ass in full view, as she got her balance down, she started inserting the left dildo in her ass at the same time the right dildo was guiding in her cunt. Guys were cheering all around her as Janet started moaning out, a few minutes more and both dildos were buried deep in her, pulling it out and pushing it in. Someone yelled to do it harder, they wanted to see her ram her hard. So she did she pulling out and pushing it in her hard you can hear the smack of her hand as it hit her skin as she ram both dildo in and out in succession. As the ball vibrated in her pussy as she rammed the dildo in, it started to create a different sensation inside of her.

As everyone started getting harder and stiffer, including Scott, he finally set the camera with the angle showing from her bottom side, as he ordered her to raised her head and look at the camera as she did her show. She tried to lift her head looking at the camera as she rams herself hard. The ball inside her cunt was shaking hard in her inner wall as she bangs it hard. She was barely hanging in with nothing to support her, but she manages to follow the instruction to the point. Her face shows the strain at the same time it showed something else, her eyes was half closed, enjoying the roughness, her lower lip bitten showing she was enjoying, about to cum, her body tensing, but she was ordered to hold it. She was told not to cum until she can feel the hot cum touches her lips, her breast, and her cunt only then once all three was covered then she could come. She was ramming herself hard, moaning loader now, finally begging to have her covered in their cum.

[Janet] Please, me want to cum, please wash me with your cum. Put in my lips, boobs and cunt please uuugghhh.

Everyone started laughing, finally the signal was given as they all started stroking themselves. Janet was starting to go crazy as she keeps on ramming the dildo’s hard she can feel herself at the point but nothing was cumming out of her cunt. The burning sensation was intense the sweat rolling down, she needs to explode but it won’t go, she finally opened her eyes, and begged once more for them to fire their load and let her feel the warmth all over her body.

[Janet] Please, me beg all you, please shower me with your cum. Please me beg you all cum on my face, my boobs and cunt me beg you.

[Scott] {Smiling} What’s in it for us, what will you give us if we cum all over you? You want our white cream then better make it worth our while.

[Janet] {Getting way hotter as she rams the dildos hard on her holes} Me…uhhh…me…uuuggh…me be your girlfriend, me anytime fuck you, me give you number call me, me go to you and show good time. Please make me cum now…please

[Scott] Really, we call you and you come to us do what we like. What if you are lying what are we going to do to you?

[Janet] Me no lie, me do what you ask, just please make me cum.

[Scott] {Looking at everyone knowing they are close from the show that was happening} Okay show me you are serious, prove to me you will do as you say and I will tell everyone here to cum on you.

[Janet] You call, me answer my cell phone, me promise show you good time, I give you me address, you come by if I don’t do what you tell me, just please make me cum, please me beg you me so hot can’t …

[Scott] What’s your address bitch?

[Janet] {Confused from her whacking} you grab me skirt, pocket please me promise.

Scott bent down and search her skirt sure enough a piece of paper with an address written on it was there. As Janet was busy banging herself, Scott reached at her shirt, and pulled it down exposing her breast leaving the shirt under her breast, her skirt was hiked up, As Janet rammed herself hard her breast was bouncing up and down per thrust, her metal ball banging in her inner cunt as the dildo slides in and out hard the sensation was intense as shown on Janet’s face, the pleasing look the hungry appetite to cum was too intense then Scott finally winked at everyone and gave the thumbs up, a few minutes more everyone in unimister started squirting their cums all over Janet, her hair, eyes, lips nose, breast stomach, thighs and her cunt. Feeling all areas of her getting the hot cum, the ball with enough pressure shot out of her pussy as wave of juice fired out of her. Everyone started cheering laughing as they saw the metal ball shot out of her cunt, she was still cumming and finally her body collapse, tired, the plastic pool filled with mixed of the guys and her jism. Her body was still convulsing from the intense orgasm that she got, she laid on her side *** position grabbing herself as she was breathing hard still shaking from her ordeal. Scott grabbed the camera, and started filming more of the wet, tired and satisfied Janet.

[Scott] Janet honey, look over here please.

As Janet turned and glimpse at the video camera, she smiled a tired smile

[Scott] {Handing the piece of paper grabbed from her skirt} I want you to say what you promised us while I tape it, tell me your number again and your address so if you don’t follow up with your promise we know where to look for you.

Janet was trying to sit up but her legs were to wobbly and weak to even try, Scott just had her lay on her back as her clothing got even wetter from all the cum in the pool. She was laying on her back, her hair, clothes and legs covered with cum. Scott instructed her to play with her exposed nipples, pinching it and pulling it out, as she massages her cunt she was once again ordered to speak on the video camera with her promise.

[Janet] You call me on me cell phone, number is 4253592229, you drop by me house if I don’t answer me address is…

Scott was smiling as she got this while she was laying there playing in the pool of jisms.

[Scott] I want to test your promise, you said you will do what we want if we let you cum, well I want you to take all the cum that is left on this pool that is not sticking to your clothing, hair or body. I want to see you scoop it up and take it all, bend down lick it like a good bitch and clean it up.

Janet, looked at Scott smiled, and mentioned me no lie me follow. As she started scooping on her hand the cum that was left as she sips it, she bent down on occasion as her hand was scooping up some, curled her lips as she sucked some more in her. Everyone was howling in surprise as this gorgeous Asian fuck started doing what Scott said, as they all started writing her number and address down. Finally the pool was clean of cum, Janet lay down with ass hanging up in the air as she tried to lick more. As the crowd started to dissipate, Scott told her not to move, he grabbed another tarp and went out. Janet, feeling the emptiness in her, grabs the metal ball and placed it once again in her cunt. When Scott came back, he laid plastic sheeting from the pool to the front door and told Janet that it was time to go.

Janet asked if she could clean up, but Scott told her no she needs to go now before his parents come home, Scott emphasized that she promised to do what he wanted for letting her cum, the confused Janet quickly obeyed, with her cum soaked body, grabbing her water bottle stood up and walked towards the door. She can see the tarp laid out on the back seat of Scott’s car. He opened up the door for her, and instructed her not to touch anything, since he did not want to stain his car, the window was down on this breezy dawn as he drove back to the mall. With the window down, the cold air stiffens Janet’s nipples. The crusts were forming on her cum soaked body. Finally upon reaching the mall Scott got out, opened the door for Janet and asked her to get out. Once Janet was out Scott grabbed some money and gave Janet ten dollars for her service.

[Janet] {Confused} Me fuck lot, follow you, me get only this?

[Scott] Well I have to charge you for locating fee, I invited the people, gas for my car, the video camera fee. I have to wash my carpet from the stain from the show you gave us, my car need to be detailed cause of the smell from your cum soaked twat, the water you used when showering from my place. You’re lucky you’re supposed to still owe me money but since you did well I give you ten dollars. {Grabbing another 5 and handing it to Janet} Here I give you your bonus.

Janet giggled as Scott handed her a five dollar bill, as Scott went back to his car, and said his goodbye, Janet not realizing the time nor surrounding due to the extra money she had, that the mall was completely empty. She was till waving her goodbye to Scott as he drove away.

Janet asked if she could clean up, but Scott told her no she needs to go now before his parents come home, Scott emphasized that she promised to do what he wanted for letting her cum, the confused Janet quickly obeyed, with her cum soaked body, grabbing her water bottle stood up and walked towards the door. She can see the tarp laid out on the back seat of Scott’s car. He opened up the door for her, and instructed her not to touch anything, since he did not want to stain his car, the window was down on this breezy dawn as he drove back to the mall. With the window down, the cold air stiffens Janet’s nipples. The crusts were forming on her cum soaked body. Finally upon reaching the mall Scott got out, opened the door for Janet and asked her to get out. Once Janet was out Scott grabbed some money and gave Janet ten dollars for her service.

[Janet] {Confused} Me fuck lot, follow you, me get only this?

[Scott] Well I have to charge you for locating fee, I invited the people, gas for my car, the video camera fee. I have to wash my carpet from the stain from the show you gave us, my car need to be detailed cause of the smell from your cum soaked twat, the water you used when showering from my place. You’re lucky you’re supposed to still owe me money but since you did well I give you ten dollars. {Grabbing another 5 and handing it to Janet} Here I give you your bonus.

Janet giggled as Scott handed her a five dollar bill, as Scott went back to his car, and said his goodbye, Janet not realizing the time nor surrounding due to the extra money she had, that the mall was completely empty. She was till waving her goodbye to Scott as he drove away.


[Scott] {Calling someone} Okay I dropped her by the north entrance which is farther away and gave her 15 dollars for her services.

[Stranger] Good job, I was surprised she took the 15, man, she must really be a dumb cum slut. Anyway I am by the food court entrance drop the video and extra cash to me there.

As Scott hooked up with the stranger and handed her the video and the cash

[Stranger] Was everything placed, the metal ball the weights?

[Scott] Yes.

[Stranger] Did you turn her phone on?

[Scott] Yes.

[Stranger] Good job, {handing Scott an envelope}. Ok you don’t owe me anymore, have a great life.

As Scott hurriedly drove out of the lot smiling, the stranger turning out to be Debi drove her car to where Janet was standing. From the distance she could see her nervousness, she grabbed her binoculars and zoomed in as she saw the worried look on her face. A few more minutes and she grabbed her phone and dialed. To Janet’s surprised, she fumred in her pocket and noticed a phone. She never noticed that before, it took her a while before being able to figure out how to flip it open.

[Debi] You are one dumb Asian slut, it took you that long to answer the phone? Where are you, you stupid bitch?

[Janet] Me don’t know, me at shop all close, me not know


[Debi] Shut up bitch, didn’t I tell you to meet me at the mall at a certain time so where were you?

[Janet] Me, went with guy me get money fuck a lot, take a lot as you say.

[Debi] Money? How much money?

[Janet] Me get 10 and 5

[Debi] You’ve got to be fucking me. Okay I am having a hard time understanding you, you can revert back to your normal self and I want you to remember what happened so that you can explain to me on what you did and what happened. Back to your normal self Janet and remember.


As soon as Janet heard those words, memories from what happened started flooding her, she can remember what she was doing and knowing full well what has transpired. If she could cry she would have. All that Debi could hear was “oh god, oh god”. Finally she was able to tell Debi what transpired the whole night out.

[Debi] So how much money did you get for you fucking all those guys?

[Janet] 15 dollars


[Debi] God, you are a stupid Asian bitch all you got was 15 dollars for all that you did. You must really have been enjoying yourself if you didn’t charge them for your services. Well since you did not show up at the time I told you, figure out how to get home. Maybe with your 15 dollars you can find a cab. Oh by the way, it’s already 11:30 so if you are not home by midnight, lets just say you don’t want to find out.

Debi quickly hanged up the phone while Janet was still pondering the event that happened, she can feel the cum drying all over her, the smell and pain all over her used body. She finally realized where she was and started walking fast. The weights clipped on her pussy lips and the ball was starting to strain her walking half way through the parking lot she knelt down and squeezed her thigh, she was convulsing, from the intense orgasm the metal ball was giving her. As soon as the feeling subsided, the security car showed up beside her. Seeing her cum soaked body they asked if she needed help and she just replied no, that she just tripped and will be on her way. The security guard felt sorry for her and got out of her car to help her up, as soon as he got close the smell from dried cum hit him.

[Guard] My god, look at you. What happened?

[Janet] {Embarrassed look} I was at a party and I lost a bet, had to be in a pool of cum.

[Guard] Well why don’t you come in the mall with me, there is a wash up station that you can clean up.

[Janet] I can’t I have to be home by midnight or I will be in big trouble.

[Guard] Well, you won’t be able to get far with what you got, tell you what, why don’t you clean up, we can grab some new clothing from the mall and I will take you home and I will explain to your parents what happened.

[Janet] No, you don’t understand I have 30 minutes to get home and if I don’t get there I will be in big trouble.

[Guard] Well if you go home that way you will be in bigger trouble now won’t you. Beside how far do you live, no one will let you ride in there car like that. So why don’t you clean up first at least when you get home and in trouble you are freshly minted.

Knowing that the security guard was right, the defeated Janet stood up and walked with the security car to the side entrance. The guard locked his vehicle and escorted Janet in.

Once in the guard escorted Janet to a store and told her to grab what fits her and not to worry about paying. He also showed her where to meet him for her to clean up. As soon as Janet got her clothing she went to where the guard mentioned, she was shown a place where she can wash up. Finally she was clean again her stained cum clothes was placed in a bag provided by the guard as soon as she got out of the wash area the guard walked with her to his security vehicle and took her home.

At her request the guard drops her off at the corner she thanked the guard and started walking. Unbeknown to Janet the guard was a distance away looking on to which house she goes. After a while she saw Janet moved to the side of the house kneeling then stood up a few minutes later and headed to the door and started knocking. The guard smiled and drove away. The door opened and a smirking Debi towered over the door.

[Debi] What took you so long cunt? Oh will you look at that it’s past midnight poor Cinderella looks like you are about to turn to something soon. Get in here bitch.

Janet slowly walked in the house head hanged wondering what her punishment will be. Janet following Debi to the garage, the cold air filled the room as Janet walked in the garage she saw a tarp covering the cemented floor. Metal bars erected and a 15 gallon bucket with circular bolts cemented in it.

[Debi] I see you have new clothes on, where did you get that since the entire stores are close?

[Janet] The security guard at the mall let me in allowed me to clean up before dropping me here.

[Debi] That was nice of him, what did you give him for his good deed?

[Janet] Not everyone is like you Debi, he did it at the kindness of his heart to help me out.

Debi walked closed to Janet and before Janet could do anything slapped her on her left cheek, Janet riled in pain kneeling on the ground. That was the first time that she felt the hard sting of slap on her face, she has never been hit before even her rough sex was nothing compared to the sting of Debi’s slap.

[Debi] You are tough now aren’t you wanting to answer back to me wanting to challenge me. Maybe you have forgotten who holds the aces in this game. Do you really want to challenge me?

Janet rubbing her check which still stung from Debi’s slap meekly said no and apologized to Debi. Debi ordered her to stand up and take her clothes off, which Janet complied. She can see the weights still dangling by her labia. She quickly inserted her hand in her pussy and felt a well lubricated pussy with the metal ball inside of her. Debi did not realize the way the lubrication was, and thought that it was caused by the ball inside her cunt.

[Debi] Tell you what Janet darling raised your left hand and spread your finger please.

Janet complied as Debi slid her wedding ring to her finger, it was somewhat loose now for Janet which made Debi smiled and made Janet cringe in pain. Her wedding ring the inscription everything now it was loose on her finger. Debi toyed with Janet a little more sliding the ring in and out of her finger with ease and finally leaving it on her finger. To avoid it from dropping to the ground Debi inserted another ring on her finger a tighter one to make sure that the wedding ring does not drop. She then ordered Janet to stand by the corner.

The set up in the garage got Janet concerned, a small television was set up on a stool a few metal bars and a box marked special supplies on the ground. Debi instructed Janet to set up the DVD player on the TV. Once done Debi instructed Janet to stand by the center of the garage. Debi Put on a blind fold on Janet’s eyes then proceed to secure Janet’s wrist with the leather strap secured it tight and looped it in like a belt buckle. She then placed a small lock on each wrist, and then she did the same thing with her ankle. Janet was getting nervous but could not do anything at all she then heard some metal rustling like chains of some sort. She could tell that Debi was trying to latch the chain from the sound of it but was unsure. She then heard a few more rustling around but could only guess what’s happening. A few minutes more and she felt Debi attaching some sort of belt on her stomach that has a high feel on the back, it was somewhat stiff and hard, then her feet was being spread by Debi’s then whispering in her ear.

[Debi] We will have a good time today for you being late in meeting me and only getting 15 dollars for me. Now raise you arms to the side and don’t move.

Janet can feel something was being attached to her ankle cuffs as well as to her wrist a cold bar slid at the base of her neck. A few minutes more and she can feel a click. She heard Debi telling her that she could move but she could barely maneuver her feet and her arms chained on a cold metal bar. Debi removed her blindfold and she finally saw what Debi was doing. Her arms were raised on the side with a metal bar like a cross. Her ankle was cuffed with a metal bar between them attach to bolts on a cinder block. She could barely move her feet without tripping and her arms added pressure to her neck when she tried to lower it, the weight of the cold bar resting at the bone structure by her neck created some discomfort. She then saw Debi measuring a metal device by her cunt adjusting the metal chains on it. Debi placed a cup underneath her and secured the metal base in the cup. She then extended the metal device as it went in Janet’s Cunt. She then told Janet to raise her feet to tip toe. As Janet tip toed up Debi lowered the metal rod a bit then plugs in what seems like a metal dildo. The dildo was huge about 7 and half in diameter. Ones it was set up on the metal Debi slowly lifted it up that only the metal tip was touching Janet’s cunt. Janet was feeling uncomfortable from tip toeing up the bar made it hard to balance but the metal rod secured on her arm made it impossible to balance. She then placed a couple of metal frame on the ground that has wires attach to the sides and middle of both metal frames. Then Debi finally put in to metal bar at each of Janet’s side and another bar just by her stomach. Finally the set up was complete, Debi lowered the metal shaft attach to her cunt an inch lower and looked at Janet.

[Debi] Okay bitch I hope you enjoy this since you chose to disobey me I guess its only fitting for you be punished. Let me explain the scenario to you. The metal shaft is pretty wide and I am pretty sure it will spread you up pretty good so I doubt you want to flatten your feet stay on your toes and you will be fine. Now for the fun part, you know that metal is a good conductor so I modified your metal shaft. The two metal frames on the ground are wired a few 9 volt batteries. It’s not lethal or anything but it has enough jolts to shock the fuck out of you especially in your sensitive parts. Now the fun part the back brace is basically like a car seat, you move forward and it will lock on you. The only way to straighten you up again is for me to push the lever. Now every time you bend forward you will be stuck in that position until I release the latch. Now these {holding a few weights up in front of Janet} are nipple weights measured to your height. They are about 3 pounds, now on your average hand or arm holding these is not a problem but placed on your sensitive nipple rings it will be a bitch lifting this up with your nips.

Janet’s eyes was wide she knew that her breast/nipples won’t be able to lift these weights all night.

[Debi] So to help you with the weight issue on your breast, you have to lean forward which will make you stuck in the bendy position, the bar by your tummy will help you keep you balance, we don’t want you laying on the floor now would we and having an easy night. Bend too much forward and the metal weights touches the metal frame on the ground, thus activating the frames shocking your nipples for one thing and guess what, the wires runs through the metal dildo placed at the tip of your cunt. Now normal shock in the skin its okay but shock to your wet cunt specially inside priceless. I don’t have to tell you the tip is just barely touching your lips,, imagine if you lower your feet flat to the ground, it will not only stretch your cunt out but shock your sensitive skin also. Just imagine wearing high heels without the heels you don’t lower your feet you’ll just be tickled. Oh by the way, I got you matching weights, one for the breast one for your cunt lips.

A rubber dildo was then inserted in Janet’s mouth sliding down her throat. She could hear Debi saying she did not want her to wake up the neighbors and as long as she relax and breathe through her nose she won’t fetishd. Debi then set by Janet’s feet and set up the weights. The small chain that was a hook was then looped in on Janet’s piercing both on her nipple and her labia. From her tip toeing the distance from setting her foot down, the tip of the metal shaft was just at the entrance of her cunt she set her feet down and that is 7 inches of metal plunging deep about 3 inches in her cunt. Before Debi left she quickly shove a metal ball in Janet’s cunt.

[Debi] I just thought this might help you a bit metal on metal lovely. You know Janet I am not all that bad. I will make you a deal from what I saw and heard you can cum quite a great deal. So if you fill the cup at the base of this metal rod full of your juice to the tip then I will leave you and Alan alone, I will even make you forget this ever happened, but if you fail then I am sorry Alan is mine and I will make sure that your life is ruined as you ruined mine.

Debi then attached the weights and let go, Janet muffled scream came out of her dildo gagged mouth the pain she felt. The chain was just long enough for the weight to dangle above ground about a few inches above ground.

[Debi] If you want you can lower your feet but be prepared to be stretched out, or lean forward to help your breast. Either way you will end up stretch outs and with sagging breast and funky looking nipples. Just take the shock treatment it might do you good.

Before Debi left she turned off the light and press play on the DVD. The television came to life playing the tape of her night at the sex shop. The screen suddenly was in a grid as she saw each square showing her sexual adventures. At the sex shops, with the black guys, even at Scotts home.

Unbeknownst to Janet the DVD was laced with subliminal messages. The pain in her nipples and cunt lips was starting to be unbearable, she tried to lower herself and felt the stretching too much for her to handle she jerk her toes up and scream a muffle scream once again, her nipples felt like it rip out of her areola, her cunt lips felt like it was on fire being stretch out. The metal shaft barely touching her cunt but she felt it and it was painful due to size of it, it felt like being fucked in her ass without lube like touching a hot iron.

Her calves were starting to feel the strain, how long has she been in this predicament. Her eyes were focused now on the movie that was playing, she could not pry her eyes away, her mind was still with her though as she tried thinking of a way out. Her calves was straining, she could not move to the left or right due to her restraints, all she can manage was raising herself up which more but it puts a tremendous pain on her nipples and labia, or when she lower herself down the metal dildo was a sharp needle like pain stretching her inner sensitivity. Her toes was starting to buckle exhaustion was creeping in on her, her eyes still glued on the television half opened, drool coming out of her dildo gagged mouth, she has to take the hard metal dildo, not knowing how much time she has before her toes and calve give in, she needs to cum and fill the cup with enough of her juice to get out of this predicament. She decided what she needed to do, as she slowly lowered herself to the metal rod the stretching of her cunt was unbearable as she slowly raised herself up and down trying to lube herself easing down letting her cunt get comfortable with the size of the metal shaft. Each movement was a *** to her as the chain started swinging creating the pressure on her cunt lips and nipples. She made a mistake of leaning forward a bit, she heard a click. Janet tried to straighten up but couldn’t she was now leaning forward standing on her toe. With her current position it was harder to balance as well as the weights dangling stretching her nipples more. She lowered her feet more and stayed a bit letting her pussy get accustom to the size of the dildo as she pushed up she almost lost her balance once again and leaned forward some more. Click she was now stuck once again bending forward. The weights were now swinging all around her left breast swirling with the weight she could feel her nipples following the length of the chain as well as her right circling around stretching more adding pressure to both her nipples and breast. Her cunt lips was starting to feel relieve as she inched her way down from the metallic rod. Eyes still glued to the set, drool starting to trickle down her neck she could not get her eyes away from the television set showing her being fucked now as her head level out on the television, her upper torso leaned forward, toes till lifting her up and her calves was now on fire. Her calves gave in as she slid the widest part of the dildo she screamed at the sudden stretch and pain loosing her balance and now lurching more forward. Click. Her head still leveled on the television, her body is at an unsteady angle. Thinking due to the perverse situation maybe that’s why she was not getting wet, she started raising herself up and down doing the metal shaft getting use to the size hoping to start getting wet, aroused enough to cum and fill the cup but to no avail. The only lubrication she has was the gel she put in before going in the house to make sure that she does not get pregnant. But it was not enough lube to help with the huge dildo, it was not even giving her enough help to cum. She knew leaning forward once more and the metal weights will hit the plate sending currents all over her sensitive part. She tried to straighten out but could not get up. The back brace was hard and the lever could not be dislodged. The dildo was stretching her out far but still nothing, eyes still fix on the television. Then a sneeze, powering her to bend forward, the bar at her midsection help balance her and avoid falling forward, the weights rested on the plate zap Janet screamed a muffled screamed, by Debi’s design the current was sending low voltage shock to her nipples. The current is not lethal but it has enough juice to do what Debi wanted to do. As the current started shocking her delicate buds, her calves gave as both of her feet touch the pavement, the sudden stretch of her pussy added to the pain that she was feeling the muffled scream was enough to pierce through the garage and in the bedroom where Debi was. Debi looked at the time, set the alarm, smiled and went to bed.

Janet was in agony, the current has also activated the metal dildo in her now stretch cunt, sending high vibration as well as mild shock in her sensitive cunt walls. The shock Janet was feeling was now intense as it hits her sensitive nipples and pussy lining. The convulsion was swaying the weights on her pussy lips stretching it pulling it at every direction. On top of all these, the dildo that was shoved down her throat started squirting liquid goo down her throat. The excess started gobbling out of her lips as it drips down to the ground. Her cunt was stretch out to the max, her lips being pulled and her nipples, still stretched out and getting the jolt of their sensitive lives. She felt the first wave of orgasm she was Cumming and she can feel that it will be a lot thank god this might be her last night of pain and offense then darkness befall her.

6 hours later the alarm went on. Debi tuned it off, grab her robe and started showering. She then went down and started her coffee after pouring a cup she looked outside. It’s going to be a nice day, smiled and headed towards the garage. As she went in, she saw the *** Janet, her midsection resting on the metal bar, drool and other stuff was on the ground, the voltage meter was on zero. Debi turned off the television, she shook Janet to wake up as she mumred. Debi unhooked the bonds on her wrist. As soon as she unlatched it Janet’s arm dangled down then the other all her weight are now on her midsection. Debi bent down and unhooked the weights on her labia, she then unhooked the latch on her back brace and took it off, Debi had a challenged getting the oversized dildo out of her pussy without damaging Janet more and finally was successful, Janet grunted as Debi pulled the dildo out of her cunt, the pain was intense but getting something that huge out of her was a relief. As soon as the metal shaft was removed, 2 metal ball drop hard. She removed the dildo strap and grabs it out of Janet’s mouth and then grabbed a handful of hair from Janet’s head and pulled her back to rest on the cold floor. The cold floor shook her to semi conscious state Janet smiled a gentle smile.

[Janet] Its over I got you now I win, now get the hell out of my house


[Debi] What the fuck are you talking about? Are you still dreaming? I would have thought that the cold floor would wake you up and get your stupid brain moving again.

[Janet] I filled the cup as you said bitch and you told me once I filled the cup I am free.

[Debi] Wake up and smell the coffee you {shoving the half filled coffee cup at Janet’s nose} stupid bitch. Open you’re slit Asian eyes and look. The last I remember a full cup means full to the top. That’s not full, in fact I don’t think you even got an ounce in the cup at all.

Janet waking up from what she heard looked at the cup, eyes focusing stunned expression on her faced. She rubbed her eyes again and looked at the cup. Debi was right the cup barely reached an ounce. How, she knew before she ****** that she was cumming how can it not be full?

[Janet] You you you you cheated while I was out you took it and dumped it out.

[Debi] First of all dumb bitch I do not lie and I do not cheat, I always hold up my end of the bargain. Second if you would just look, for me to get the cup out and dump it means I have to take the dildo out of you grab the bar then the cup and then dump it. Did you even see me leave here after I got all of these crap off of you?

Janet realizing that Debi was right could not muster any comebacks she looked at the floor, inspected her nipples which were swollen from being shocked, she touched it and pain started shooting all over her breast. She did not dare touch her pussy but her hand was starting to lower headed to her stretch cunt Debi holding her cup of coffee was smiling as she observed Janet’s finger reaching in between her thighs. The big dildo did its job, adding the current and high vibration her pussy was now stretched out the voltage which was not lethal but has enough juice to affect the muscle tissue surrounding her cunt. It’s like giving birth after the baby comes out of you through natural birth, your vagina never gets to its originally strength or form. Janet sobbed as her finger easily glided to her sore pussy, she knew that her cunt was now stretch out, she tried to clasp her muscle wall but to no avail. She kept whispering that it was only temporary she was young enough that she will get her tightness and feelings back. Debi hearing the words smiled and deep in her thought, yes it will but not if I can help it.

[Debi] You’ve rested enough bitch, clean this fucking mess up, take your ounce of juice and meet me inside.

Janet started getting up, sore as she was she started cleaning up taking the chains, bar, weights in a box. Folding the tarp a few minutes more and she done, she entered the kitchen where her food was resting by the floor in a dog dish. She knew what it was, she was there when Debi bought them because they were on sale. Pedigree dog food with real gravy and beef chunks She heard Debi mentioned foods up start eating after eating her dog food, she went to the bathroom downstairs and started lapping the urine filled toilet. She then went to Debi sitting by the couch waiting for her next suffering.

[Debi] Come sit here next to me Janet. {Janet moving close to Debi sitting next to her}. If you’re up for another bet, I will give you a better chance this time. I will fill your bowel with coffee, a coffee enema if you will. Then insert a butt plug on you. With you filled up bowel, you will run to the guardhouse, offer the guard or guards a blowjob comes back here then if you can open the bathroom door and unload your coffee enema then you are free and clear but unloading it outside of the toilet then you lose. Do you accept my challenge? But be reminded, this is the last time that I will offer you a way out. This is your final offer of being free and clear of me and getting your life back.

Janet was thinking it through it was only a quarter of a mile to get to the guard house.

[Janet] What’s the catch do I have the benwa balls in me, weight on my nipples and pussy lips. Something to get me distracted?

[Debi] Why Janet, you’ve spent some time with me I always play fair. You’re the only one that always comes up short like in last night’s thing, it was your failure that you were way short of the goal. Can’t even fill a cup and yet fucking other guys and you cum like the damn rain in monsoon seamister but when you actually needed to cum nada. {Debi in her mocking voice}

Janet thinking it more and Debi sweetening the pot, here you can even wear your bra a t-shirt and your sweats and everything. We will just attach the hose in your ass then when ready fill you up pull the hose and off you go. Run to the guard house, give them a morning blowjob, come back unlock the bathroom door and flush it all out. Just imagine after this you will forget everything, I can even have your tats removed for free, your life back.

{Flashback} While Janet was tied in the garage, the tape that was playing in the DVD was laced with subliminal messages created by Debi for Janet, making her easily confused and easy to be obligate agreeing to anything with the proper push. The dildo in her mouth was shooting out gooey substance which was actually milk of magnesium. Debi diluted it enough but if she got it right another hour and Janet will be in diarrhea heaven. Filled up with coffee in her bowel and a butt plug the cramps alone should be fun to watch.

[[Debi] C’mon Janet don’t tell me that a strong Asian woman that you are just proved that a white girl like me can push you around easily.

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Toilet Trained


There are some parts of a city that unfortunately, but inevitably, get left out of the local governments' plans and soon end up looking rundown and derelict. These areas tend to gradually lose their value and become slums for gangs and various other troublesome individuals.

Buildings degrade, good folk stay well clear and public services either break down or cease to exist. Prostitution rings spring up, pimps take over, violence erupts and the cops sit and eat doughnuts.

Or at least, that's the worst case scenario.

A certain Samantha Pattermister, the sort of sensible girl that most parents would love to have their misters' bring home, is a stranger to these sorts of places. Not that she's a rich bitch or a brainless bimbo, but our Samantha knows well enough to avoid trouble spots for her own safety.

I suppose it's a shame that our Samantha has to wake up lying naked on the filthy floor of an abandoned public toilet, smack bang in the middle of such an area, with no idea of how she got there.

And it would be much more inconvenient for her if those two lovely hands were tied firmly behind her back and she had a seemingly uncontrollable craving for human waste of all kinds.

Did I mention that it was a Gentleman's toilet? Not that there many 'gentleman' in this part of town anyway, but I suppose it's important to know.

For sweet Samantha, lawyer by profession, this is HER worst case scenario.

It was the pitch black of midnight outside the disused public toilet block when Samantha groggily came too. Her eyes fluttered open but her mind stayed arelax for several more moments as the effects of the have wore off and her focus steadied.

The first thing her vision was greeted by was a small pool of vaguely-yellow looking liquid resting in the cracks of a broken tile a few centimetres from the tip of her nose. The smell reached her a moment later and she backed up, a disgusted expression on her freckled face.

She made to stand but her hands didn't respond and her bare feet slid on the slippery tiled surface. As the energy came back to her restrained arms, eight fingers and two thumbs fought frantically with the newly discovered bonds behind her back.

A grim awareness of her naked condition reached her mind and the struggle became more determined. Remarkably, she managed to stand. Anxious eyes quickly searched the small room, offhandedly taking in the two wash basins to her left and the three toilets to her right, each sealed separately from one another and complete with lockable doors.

Behind her were several wall urinals and a small cupboard, but her interest lay solely on the metal-barred doorway in front of her, through which she could barely make out several buildings in the distance. Scurrying over quickly but carefully, it took only one glance at the heavy padlock holding the gate firmly shut to dishearten her completely.

Tears pooled in her eyes even as she at last became aware of two A4-sized printed notices, side by side, on the wall near the gate, simply titled 'Read This'.

Moving closer, Samantha stifled back her tears and slowly read the wall-mounted note.

"Dear Samantha,
I understand that you must be feeling quite afraid right now, what with you being unclothed and restrained as you are, but I assure you that your fear is unnecessary since what happens during your stay here is completely down to you.

Perhaps that's a little untrue, since I too will be influencing what happens, but rest assured that your life is in relatively little danger, or at least no more than if you were anywhere else.

I must also apologise for lying to you as I did. Our meeting, the candlelit dinners, the trips far and wide were nothing more than carefully set up events that led to this very day. But I lied not about my wealth, for I am indeed a multi-millionaire. Remember when I said that I love to spend money on women? Believe it or not, you my dear Samantha have cost me much in the last few weeks. All of this would not have been possible else wise.

Let us speak of your predicament, trapped and alone in a Gentleman's public loo, in the middle of nowhere. You see, I happened upon an interesting technology a long while ago. In the simplest terms, it's a form of mind control. It has its limits of cause, but several 'tests' involving beautiful ladies such as yourself have already been carried out. You would not believe some of the things I have seen since then.

Or perhaps you will, since I'm sorry to say that I've chosen YOU for my greatest test yet. The mind controlling technology works by interpreting written word and directly stimulating the part of the mind that processes the information in a manner differently to how it would normally do so.

Sound confusing? You just need to know that, basically, the instructions on this very letter are about to become your whole world. You'll understand better when you see it in practice. And notice that you can't stop reading? That's because you no doubt read the underlined title first - Read This.

Well, let's get the instructions over with. First of all, you can't leave this public toilet, no matter what the reamister. Secondly, you will never speak while here, and that includes not vocally releasing pleasure of any kind.

The cupboard is your new home; you will remain there at all times of the day to avoid being noticed by the public users of this facility. You will touch nothing and you will not try to release your bonds. You are handcuffed and secured with what many call 'bondage tape', this combination of bonds is extremely effective but not impervious.

Now for the fun part; you can easily turn the water taps with your mouth to gain access to clean water, but there is a distinct lack of food.

Samantha, I assume you are not aware that the three toilets in here are all broken. They do not flush, and get blocked easily. You will clean them every time that they are used, being careful to avoid being seen.

Forget the single toilet brush located in the cupboard, since you would be unable to use it anyway. You will kneel before the toilet and remove whatever human waste you find with your mouth. There are no bins or waste baskets available, so you will devour each and every piece of cuckolds brownie that you find, and lap up the water in the bottom of the toilet until it looks clean.

And it's such a shame that the wall-mounted urinals are broken too, isn't it? Jammed with bubble-gum and various other items of junk, they look really filthy at the end of the day; piss, spit, you'll be amazed at the sorts of waste you'll find in there. I want them all licked clean at the end of the night when the toilet is closed up. You'll have until early morning to finish the job before the public are allowed in again.

You can keep watch from the cupboard; it has a nice-sized hole for you to look out of. And remember I told you about that toilet-brush? It stands straight upwards in a fixed holder secured to the ground, with the handle pointing up. The handle itself is long and rigid, about eight inches from tip to brush.

That toilet brush is your sex partner from now on. You will sit on it like you would a man's cock whenever you are in your cupboard. You may not fuck it until midnight when the gate is locked, but even then you must clean the urinals first. You may ride it until morning when the toilet is opened once again, and then the whole thing starts again.

One more detail: during the night when you may freely ride the toilet brush, if you get to the point of orgasm, you will rise up off the handle and wait for the feeling to pass. You may continue riding it until the desire to cum returns and then you will, as before, rise off and wait for it to pass. This process you will repeat as necessary. Sorry Samantha, you may get a little annoyed being denied your orgasms in this manner, but it's more fun for me this way.

Let me sum it up for you. You live in the cupboard, with the handle of a toilet brush firmly shoved up yourself while you watch for toilet users who come in and dispose of their wastes.

If they used a toilet and you detect that they took a dump, you hurry over when no-ones around, lock the door behind you and eat every last bit of their cuckolds brownie, while it's fresh and yummy tasting, clean the water with your tongue because they probably had a piss at the same time, then hurry back to your home when no-one's about.

At the end of a long day of cuckolds brownie-eating, when the gate is locked, you clean the urinals carefully with your mouth, lapping up whatever foul liquids you find, before returning to your home and fucking your lover until morning.

Remembering, of course, to rise off him every time you feel excited enough to have an orgasm. Oh and I forgot to mention that you must clean the handle of the toilet brush with your tongue when you have finished with it for the night.

And don't forget to alternate each day between your cunt and your anus, one whole day of having it up your cunt, the next up your ass. That includes during your allowed sex time, cunt-fucking one night, ass-fucking the next. That's why you may need to lick your cuckolds brownie off it sometimes.

Talking of YOUR cuckolds brownie, I almost forgot! This is a Gentleman's toilets, not a Lady's one. You cannot use the toilets yourself, silly.

Samantha, if you need to take a dump or have a piss, you do it on the floor of your cupboard, and eat or lick it all up afterwards.

Well, I think that's all. There's very sophisticated hidden camera's around the room and looking up from below the toilet bowls, so I'll get to see all the fun.

Remember to vary your eating habits too, eat some turds slowly, chewing them over long amounts of time; wolf some down, especially the big ones; nibble others, suck them and play with them in your mouth. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to condition you so that you like eating cuckolds brownie, so you'll be utterly revolted and disgusted every time you take a turd in your mouth, but hell- it'll be fun!

Watching you always, Dean
P.S. I left you a special present in the middle toilet, I know you don't believe any of this could actually work yet, so go and take a look. It's an instruction so you can't do otherwise anyway. There aren't all that many nutrients available in human waste I'm afraid, so we may need to provide you with proper food eventually. And you better hope no-one comes in feeling sick, because you'll be licking that up too. Have fun, Sammy! And thanks for the fuck the other night!"

The first thing that Samantha felt was sadness, not for her situation or the implications, but for herself. She had loved him, cared deeply for him, but now he had done all of this.

Why?

She found herself already standing over the middle toilet. She looked down and saw a disgusting swirl of brown logs and discoloured filthy-looking water. She had nudged the door closed behind her and pulled the lock across with her teeth when she found herself dropping to her knees on the hard tiles and putting her head over the toilet bowl.

The smell drifted up from below, foul and pungent, and it made her feel sick almost instantly. Her arms struggled hopelessly against her restraints and the power that seemed to be lowering her head deeper into the toilet. Her long ginger hair reached the waterline first and played upon the surface until her mouth was finally within tongue distance of a large, fresh piece of cuckolds brownie.

Samantha felt her stomach twist, but the realisation that everything in the letter would actually come true made her feel more sick than the fact that the tender lips that he so adored were opening around the turd closed to her.

Her perfect teeth felt the edges of it and pulled it quickly up into her waiting mouth. She wanted so badly to spit it out; to power her head up out of the toilet; to have her arms unrestrained; but she got none of her wishes as she slowly chewed the disgusting piece of human waste before swallowing small parts, bit by bit. Her stomach reluctantly accepted that which was offered but Samantha felt so revolted that she nearly fainted.

The small camera above recorded beautiful Samantha as she kneeled there in front of the toilet, with her head and her hair deep inside the basin itself. It watched on as two finely curved arms lay tightly secured behind her back.

Somewhere, many miles away, someone watched carefully as the ginger-haired lawyer bobbed her head up and down, nibbling on another fresh piece of cuckolds brownie. How easily her elegance had been removed, just like her clothes. From this vantage point it looked just like some kinky slut who liked to do filthy things. He would of course be selling some of this video footage to any prospective buyers under such a heading.

Samantha remained hunched over the basin for another forty minutes, and afterwards it was hard to believe there had ever been anything in there. Her face looked pale and had smudges of brown around her mouth when she finally lifted her head and unlocked the door.

She went over to the small cupboard, turned the handle with her teeth and ducked inside. As she pulled the door closed, darkness filled the room; save for a thin beam of light coming from the room outside by means of a small peep hole.

Dean laughed as he watched her discover the toilet brush, but he couldn't help feeling excited as she opened her legs around it and stooped down. The rough handle slipped inside her exposed cunt and it wedged in further as she uncomfortably stooped lower and lower.

Before long, Samantha had lowered herself down the entire handle and now her clit rubbed teasingly against the prickles of the brush buried in the fixed base unit. Her face bore an unmistakable expression of pleasure and desire, but she made absolutely no sound at all. The instructions of the letter were completely in her mind as she began fucking the handle, lifting almost completely off it before dropping back down as far as the base again.

The multi-millionaire observed her face closely while she fucked her new lover and he found his erotic picture had finally been painted. Sophisticated, clever and very sensible, Samantha was the perfect choice for such a degrading experience. Moments ago she had cleaned out the entire contents of a cuckolds brownie-filled toilet using only her mouth and now he watched fascinated as she hung above the handle of a toilet brush, denying herself a powerful orgasm, lifting her head in desperation, mouth wide but wordless, simply because he had instructed it.

Samantha felt the need to cum slowly fade away, but it took a few minutes before it completely evaporated and she fell back into a steady rhythm on the handle again.

The darkness and her restrained state only served to heighten the sensations that welled between her legs and she soon felt close to an orgasm again. The disappointment was clearly on her face when, once again, she lifted off the handle and waited for the feeling to pass.

All night long Samantha rode the toilet brush, and countless times she was required to stop while a power she didn't understand deliberately and persistently taunted her in the worst possible way; when it denied her any real satisfaction from this nightmare situation.

Each time, after the orgasm faded, she would fall back into the same slow, steady movement: lifting high and plummeting down while sweat poured off her exhausted figure. Warm water pipes travelled along one wall of the cupboard, serving as a makeshift radiator. The heat in the small compartment was unbearable enough without the intensity of her tiring and fruitless self-masturbation.

As a final touch of torment, Dean had chosen to have Samantha's arms tied behind her back for a greater purpose than merely making opening or closing doors and turning handles difficult. From their single night of passion, a by-the-book evening of sex, he wickedly knew how much she liked to touch herself when penetrated.

Her hands, he fondly remembered, loved to massage her beautiful 38D-sized breasts. In fact; she squeezed, twisted and pulled at them the whole time.

Samantha's nipples had been screaming out for attention all night as she rode the toilet brush, and Dean felt immensely powerful watching them, hard as they were, neglected and pleadingly desperate for her gentle touch to calm them.

Morning appeared abruptly as the night retreated, but Samantha was only truly aware of the change when she sorry dismounted the handle, turned and bent down to lick the rough plastic surface clean.

There was little to wipe away but her tongue carefully played along the whole length, slow and precise, unknowingly preparing her partner for a long day as the instrument of her own sexual ***.

Her heightened senses caught the sound of the padlock being unlocked, followed by a long creak as the gate swung slowly open. Perhaps deliberately, the inward-opening gate completely covered the letter detailing her instructions when it was opened wide and pressed to the tiled wall.

Those words haunted her now as she perched over the handle and lowered herself carefully down to its prickly base once again. Her knees bent to accommodate the awkward position as they had the previous night, but this time there was no movement.

Sam lifted her head in frustration and let out a silent moan of agony as she realised that she was expected to remain in this position all day long. As her exhausted legs weakened she fell onto the bristling head of the brush and felt intense pain between her legs as it dug agonizingly into her cunt lips and clit. It took a moment to find the strength in her limbs to rise up slightly, but she quickly discovered how hard it was to maintain.

A twisted part of her mind was crying out for someone to hurry up and use the toilet so that she could leave this sadistic *** behind for at least a little while. A conflict appeared when she found herself longing to kneel before a toilet rather than endure this any longer, and she disgustingly realised she would be merely trading one *** for another.

Little did she know that Dean had organised it that way from the start. Soon she would almost crave the chance to eat cuckolds brownie rather than sit on that brush handle, trying to hold her body up without the assistance of her arms.

It was erotic *** of the cruellest kind, especially since her escape through the open gate might as well be a million miles away after the mind conditioning. But it would always be there when she looked out her peep-hole; a toilet brush stuck up her vagina; tied and naked in a filthy men's toilet; with the exit to her nightmare only a few metres away.

As if answering her irrational prayer, she watched intently while a scruffy middle-aged man entered the toilet. His heavy booted feet made loud echoes in the small enclosure, and Samantha felt a sudden fear of discovery which somehow made her nipples harden in the sweltering cupboard. The man entered one of the toilets and proceeded to perform the deed.

Sam's breathing rate soared, silent as it was, but she could do nothing except listen as he disposed of his wastes slowly. Her legs cramped and she fell hard onto the bristles. Screams would have filled the room if she had been able, and her desperation to remove the intruding thistle-like strands turned quickly to panic, but her legs refused to support her weight and she was powerd to endure the excruciating pain all around her sore and exposed cunt. The handle wedged deep in her hole and laid her wide open at the base where it widened in girth. The bristles seemed to be perfectly placed to viciously dig into the most sensitive of areas once the handle splayed her tender snatch wide open.

Samantha barely noticed the man attempt several times to flush the toilet before departing. Her legs were still cramped, but her mind helped her lift off the handle and push open the door. Hastily moving over to the toilet and fastening the door quickly, she practically fell to the floor before the basin.

Almost as if some perverted being were watching and enjoyed observing Sam's agony, however, it seemed this was to be a quick meal. She wasn't even to have the relief of being off the handle for long.

Samantha dug her head into the toilet bowl and scooped up a disgusting piece of cuckolds brownie into her mouth. Quickly, she was powerd to swallow it before claiming another chunk in her revolted jaws. Again it was swallowed whole.

So beautiful to look at, Samantha was the sort of girl who didn't reap attention from men or dress provocatively, but merely displayed natural beauty; something that was commonly ignored in this modern world. How fantastic it was to watch such a young lady take large pieces of cuckolds brownie between her kissable lips and swallow them whole like it was something she did every day. Even more adorable were her desperate blue eyes, usually so calm and controlling; now lost and pleading for escape and relief. It was also fun to watch those erect nipples that would continue to cry out for their owner's fragile hands until they got what they wanted.

It took only five minutes to completely clear the basin of the scruffy mans' wastes. Even as the disgusting act repeated in Samantha's mind sickeningly, the horror of the sexual *** waiting for her in the cupboard brought tears to her eyes.

Barely a minute later she was carefully mounted on the handle, peering through the hole that served as her only source of light, and trying hard not to let her legs give way as they had before.

She would never have imagined having the thick handle of a toilet brush fixed deep into her cunt; imposing and unmoving; could be such a huge turn-on. Those hard nipples continued to ache, pointing out stiffly at the summit of her firm, but slightly drooping breasts.

The desperation of her entire situation finally found its way to her mind. The impossibility of escape had already been proven, and the mind control was evidently very real, despite her reluctance to accept it.

How long would she be here? How long would he power her to endure?

Dean barely left his observation room for a moment during the course of that day. He loved every element of Sam's *** and took great pleasure from watching her body perform acts that further tormented her mind.

He knew it would be a few days before she remembered her profession; that of an able lawyer; and try to find anything ambiguous in his instructions - to perhaps escape her torment with a little fancy word manipulation as lawyers so often resort to. Whether there was anything or not, he would leave for her to discover.

Forty-seven times he had watched his ginger-haired beauty scurry over to one of the toilet-blocks before proceeding to devour the filthy contents of the small bowl and returning reluctantly to her lover in the cupboard.

That same lover continued to taunt her all day long, distracting Samantha from any sane thoughts while it teased her pussy unceasingly. Those super-human nipples stayed hard all the while, and the temperature of the small space only seemed to get higher and higher as the day went by. Sweat literally poured down Sam's sexy body, and her long hair; usually free and full of life; now fell straight down her back and over her shoulders, damp and sticky.

He watched now, himself tired and hungry, as she stood over the wall-mounted urinals and dug her tongue deep into the cracks of the blocked drain set in the base of the unit. She reluctantly took every care to lick the whole apparatus from top to bottom, each one taking nearly an hour to clean completely. How he loved watching her delicate tongue carefully lick across the entire piss-covered surface before lapping up entire pints of assorted golden piss pooled in the bottom of the units like a thirsty cat. Her facial expression remained one of disgust the entire time.

A long while later, she returned to her cupboard and took a pee on the floor. It burned as it poured out, sore as she was. Going down on her knees, Samantha lowered her lips to the ground and slowly licked up her own warm wastes from the floor of the small room.

After submitting herself to a sadistic routine; eating countless piles of fresh cuckolds brownie only seconds after it's depositing in the toilets; licking up endless amounts of strangers' piss and now lapping up her own foul juices; Samantha still felt unprepared for her second night of fucking the toilet brush. It was amazing that such an inanimate object could bring such pain to her, both physically and mentally.

Dean was already lay awake in his master bedroom; the night-vision cameras' viewing every angle within the cupboard and transmitting it all to his huge private monitors before the huge bed; when Samantha mounted the brush and slowly thrust up and down the shaft while silent groans of pleasure left her open lips.

He came under the sheets just as she was powerd to wait for her own feelings to subside, stood frustratingly above the handle as her orgasm faded to nothing. He laughed at the irony of that, himself free to masturbate at will while she was denied what he now took for granted.

With that thought in mind, he made himself come several more times; each time peaking when she would have, had she been allowed.

'I did say we'd have fun didn't I, Sammy?' he laughed as he pulled the quilt over his head and fell quickly to relax.

On the huge monitors before him, Samantha's shameful sexual *** played out all night long, unwatched and unnoticed, like the abundant live entertainment that she had now ***ly become.

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White Slaves of Madame Cong: Elevator Humpers

"Is this your final decision?"

The juror wiped some sweat off his forehead,

"Yes Your Honor, Mrs. Sara James is upheld against Madame Lili Cong of Cong Enterprises."

I was ecstatic.

"Another victory in my belt," I thought, "but I'm

going to bring the bitch down all the way, if it is the last thing I do."

As the courtroom cleared I made my way to the restroom, a confident woman, knowing full well that I had just taken down a giant in the business world. Her case aside, Madame Cong had never lost a battle in the courtroom before, and this defeat seemed most unlikely. I was freshening up and had no idea who decided to join me in the restroom,

"Well congratulations," said the ultra chic and sexy dragon lady."

"I'm surprised you had the guts to show up here, Ms. Cong."

"I'm not a spoiled loser, Ms. Young, may I call you Barbara?"

"Sure, why not, Lili."

"I prefer to be called Madame Cong, if you don't mind, Barbara."

"Er, very well, Madame Cong." I was taken back as to why I so readily surrendered my name to her, especially since she declined on letting me use her own name.

"Barbara, you are very good, I would like to hire you as my permisteral lawyer."

"Sorry, you couldn't pay me enough." I gave her an indignant frown.

"But why not?" She asked as she re-hooked the top button to her blouse. She wore beautiful, long, red fingernails that glistened in my face. I couldn't help but notice her exquisite fingers, so willowy and slender. I found myself lingering a bit on their image.

"Is something the matter, Barbara?" She smiled.

"Eh, ah, no, nothing, as I was saying you couldn't pay me enough."

"I am sure I could pay you plenty for your services." She smirked.

"It is not the money. I just don't trust you. I still think you are running a prostitution ring behind all your clever ventures."

"For God's sake, you can't possibly believe that a fragrance made that poor, unfortunate woman act out her most lurid desires, now can you?"

"Well, that was the finding of the court." It was my turn to smirk, but

Lili pressed the issue again,

"Courts see what they want to see and you were brilliant in there, that is why I would like to hire you."

"Never, Madame Cong, and I fully intend to bring you down one day, so you'd better watch your back." I said, insolently. "I always do my dear, but since you are such a doubting-Thomas why not check out my facilities yourself and then make a judgement?" She spoke with all the confidence of a slithering snake ready to pull in its prey.

"I'm sure that is exactly what you would want." I smiled. "What are you afraid of?" She chuckled, "Is the big lawyer afraid of a little perfume?"

"I am afraid of nothing, especially you, Madame!" I turned back to her while running the water and splashing some of it in my eyes.

"Do your eyes, burn?"

"No, no, I am just a little bit tired. I haven't been relaxing that well lately, occupational hazard." I chuckled and started out. She followed me. We both headed toward the elevator. Once inside I pressed the button for lobby. There were only three floors, but who wanted to walk. We both stepped to the back of the elevator instinctively. It moved a bit and then she pressed the stop button.

"I have something that is good for that." Lili said.

"What are you talking about? Good for what?"

"That insomnia." She went into her purse and pulled out a perfume bottle. I immediately stepped back."

"Barbara, it is only perfume, my goodness." She put some on her fingers ever so lightly. She gestured to me,

"Here just smell that for a second."

"Why?" I said timidly.

"Look, I'll smell it first." She did just that. "See no problems, silly girl." Seeing that, I consented,

"All right but just a little whiff."

Madame Cong put her right hand up under my nose very slowly and fluttered her fingers lightly, quite sensuously. She made sure that I got a good whiff of it, and her slender, sexy, long fingers. The smell seemed to jump from her red nails like a quivering, magic dust. I quickly felt the sensation. I brought both of my eyes together, staring closely at the tips of her beautiful fingernails. I suddenly closed my eyes and felt tired, almost like I was going to past out. I felt wonderful. It was really relaxing and gentle. I suddenly felt strangely sexy. I could even feel my nipples start to get hard, but I didn't know why. I shook off the sensation.

"What is that stuff?" I shook my head a little more.

"Oh, just something I extracted from Borneo, do you like it?"

"Well it..." I was having trouble focusing.

"It is quite relaxing, yes?"

"Ummm yes." I said.

"Yeeeeeees it is, isn't it." Her words sort of lilted in my ears.

"Would you like a bottle? It may help you to relax at night, and relax?"

"Ah, no, no thank you." My instincts were setting in.

"Free of charge, think of it as a victory prize." She laughed.

I played it cool, "Very well," and she placed it in my hand. She closed her hand over mine tenderly.

"It will give you sweet dreams." Her voice was very dreamy and sexy. I wondered why it made me wet.

I thought to myself,

"It has to be this perfume, I am not a lesbian!"

She pushed my hands up to my nose. "Sniff some more Barbara, take a nice long whiff of it.

The sensation was incredible. I was more relaxed than I ever felt in my life. She pulled away from me,

"You can rest your arms now Barbara, put them down." Her voice reamed a beckoning I could not resist. I relaxed my arms. The bottle remained in my right hand with its cover in my left.

"Now be a good girl and put the bottle down on the floor."

I did as she asked. I knew something was happening to me but I sort of felt like a zombie. Her voice was reaching into something deep within my soul. My body was on fire.

"Have you ever heard of an elevator humper, Ms. Young?"

"Wwwwha....ssss an elevator hhhhumper?" I could barely speak.

"It is a bitch that is trained by me to excite important businessmen and women in elevators. They will hump anything and anyone after proper training."

I could see and feel her eyes smiling down on me. I thought, "Did she really say 'bitch'?" I wondered why I could hardly move. My panties were soaking inside. I became afraid that she was aware of it.

"You want to pull down your slacks for me right now don't you Barbara?" Her voice seemed powerful and sure.

"I....iiii nnnno, please..."

"It is okay Ms. Young. You have had a very hard and stressful day. It would be so nice to pull down your slacks and show Madame Cong that lovely, wet pussy you have underneath them, isn't that right, Ms. Young?"

"I no IIIII....emmmmmmm nice." My mind was in a complete haze. I started to pull down my slacks. I knew it was wrong and I hated it, but I could not stop myself. I felt like a puppet on a string, and Madame Cong was wielding it with perfection. Once my slacks came down I felt so funny just standing there with them around my ankles waiting for her to say something else.

"Good girl. Now be a proper bitch and pull down those panties too. You know how delightful it will feel to let that wet pussy of yours do a little breathing Barbara. Pull it down!"

She was so commanding and stern, and I was so wet and horny. I did as she said. Now my panties were hanging around my ankles too, and yet I was still helpless to move or stop her.

"Spread your legs bitch! This is your first lesmister in serving me."

She came close to me. I spread my legs for her. I thought she was going to just walk right through my entire body. I could feel her voice and breath in my face. She took out her left hand and did a thumb up with it. She placed it right under my pussy. She looked right into my eyes and uttered one word,

"Hump!"

I wanted to stop and leave. I had to. It was wrong. I hated her and all of this, but I could not move, and my body was full of sex. I had not ever experienced this so strongly before. I humped her. I humped her dutifully like a good little girl in heat. I needed her thumb deep inside of me. I wanted to come all over her finger.

"You are such a good bitch Ms. Young. You are a perfect candidate to be an elevator humper. Look at how your pussy glides and rides my finger. It is just begging for release; wanting to squirt all your hot juices all over it. The passion is exploding inside you now. I can see it in your eyes Barbara. You want to come now. You want to come all over Madame Cong's thumb, and you will. You will come now Barbara you will come now for Madame Cong!"

I exploded all over her thumb. I was actually squeezing my thighs around it so I could get more of an orgasm. I found myself humping her finger up and down with my legs in unimister. I was bending my knees and squatting. I felt like I could go on forever but finally after three more orgasms it seemed to subside and I started to tire from my leg movements. She removed her thumb from my pussy and uttered another single word,

"Suck!"

I wondered if it would ever stop. Whatever she said I was compelled to do, even if it felt against my will. My body was betraying me. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. She swirled her thumb around it and put it inside my mouth. I began to suck it like a pacifier or some small imitation cock. It rocked back and forth against my cheeks inside. I tasted my own pussy juice. I had visions of a cock ejaculating sperm inside my mouth, but I knew it would never come. Finally she took it out of my mouth.

"All clean now. Very good Ms. Young, that was a fine performance. You were a perfect slut for your new Mistress."

"Did she really say 'Mistress'?" I thought.

"Now close your eyes and relax, that's it, relax. When you have awoken from your dream you will forget all of this took place."

I could feel her fingers and hands move along me as she pulled up my panties and my slacks and put them back in their proper place. I knew this was going on but I could not stop it, and then her words began to sink in,

"Sleep, close your eyes and relax...relax, close your eyes and relax...

relax, close your eyes and relax..."

Ms. Cong reached into her purse again and pulled out a business card and handed it to me.

"Here, in case you change your mind and want a tour of my facility. You just call the number and make an appointment to see me, you are a terrific lawyer." Madame Cong sauntered her way out of the elevator.

I felt strange, sort of in a daze. My knees felt week, but I quickly gathered myself and made my way out too,

"What is wrong with me?" I thought, "just not getting enough relax I guess."

Later that evening, after I took a shower, I decided to open the bottle of perfume and take a whiff, I thought, "it can't really hurt me or anything. It is just very relaxing, and I am sure that bitch just gave it to me to try and get me off her back." I breathed in a nice amount of it and felt tingly all over. I couldn't help but drift back in my mind about Madame Cong's long, beautiful fingers, for some reamister I was thinking about them, "damn her for doing what she does. I am really going to take her down!" I suddenly felt the need to move my fingers down, inside my panties. I started to play with myself and drifted off to relax.

It turned out to be another hectic week. I had nine cases in all and won every one of them. Still, as the days went by I continued to fiddle with Madame Cong's card on my desk. Overwhelmingly, I was becoming more and more interested in seeing her establishment. This would be the perfect way for me to gather further evidence on her. I guess my thoughts were becoming like a young's thoughts, thinking I shouldn't do it made me want to do it more and more; finally by Thursday I decided to make a call to Madame Cong's office.

"Madame Cong Enterprises, Sherry speaking, how may I help you?"

"Hi, my name is Barbara Young and I would like to speak to Ms. Cong Please?"

"Was she expecting your call Miss?"

"Yes, she was."

"Hold on please."

"Very well." "I'm sorry Ms. Young, Madame is in an important meeting right now, may I have your number so she can call you back?"

I gave the girl my office number.

"May I have your home phone number as well Ms. Young? Madame Cong could be tied up for hours in this conference."

I hesitated a bit, "um, well, sure, yes, my number is..." and I gave her the num

ber. I really didn't want to give out my private line too, but I was wondering if the dragon lady was backing out of it and I didn't think she would take me up on it.

All day long I sat and waited for a call and then all night too. I was restless since I was anticipating it for so many hours, but the call never came. The next day I placed yet another call into Madame Cong's office,

"Hello this is Barbara Young again, I really would like to speak to Ms. Cong, please." I was rather annoyed.

"I'm sorry, Madame Cong isn't here right now, may I take your phone number so she can get back to you?"

"You stupid bimbo! Do you know who I am?" I exploded.

"Yes I know who you are Ms. Young..." I cut Sherry off,

"I am one of the best attorneys in town, now put Madame Cong on this phone immediately!" I commanded.

"I'm sorry Ms. Young but she isn't here right now."

"Look, I have been trying for two days now."

"Madame Cong will get back to you as soon as she can Ms. Young."

I hung up on her. Later I waited and waited all day and night, but still no phone call. Saturday came around, and I'd be damned if I were going to wait by the phone all day so I decided to do some clothes shopping. I arrived back home at about 4:00pm. I checked my phone messages, and sure enough, there was a message from Ms. Cong,

"Hi Barbara, I guess I missed you, Madame Cong here. I have had a busy week and I am sorry I could not get back to you until now, as I instructed you, you must make an appointment to see me, so talk to Sherry on Monday and she will set something up for you, bye now."

I was furious, after all that, I would have to talk to Sherry again, "Who does this bitch think she is?" I vowed I would call Madame Cong on Monday, bright and early.

The weekend was uneventful, not having many friends, since my work was my life; I didn't have much going on socially. I have no boyfriends to speak of, and very little family, just a brother somewhere in Europe. I did some more shopping and watched a lot of television all weekend. Sunday evening I looked at myself in the mirror and started crying, "I have beautiful, long, black hair, and a great figure, why aren't men interested in me?" I thought. Then I just went to relax.

True to my word I called Ms. Cong early in the morning, 9:00am on the dot,

"Hi, I would like to make an appointment to see Ms. Cong please?"

"May I ask who is calling?"

"What a dummy Sherry is," I thought to myself.

"Sherry it's me again, Barbara Young."

"Oh, yes, Ms. Young, when would you like to see Madame Cong?"

"Today if possible."

"I'm sorry but she will be busy for a couple of days, she would like to see you on Wednesday morning at 10:00am, is that good for you?" I was getting pissed off again, but I played it cool,

"Well...I will have to check my itinerary and get back to you. I have some cases coming up..."

"Ms. Young, Madame will not be able to see you until the following week if you cannot make Wednesday, so unless you want to wait more, I suggest you clear your engagements for that day." She seemed so smug about it, almost as if she was trying to get back at me for going off on her the other night. "Why you little bitch!" I thought to myself, but I reamistered I could not play this game much longer so I capitulated to Sherry,

"Uh, well, let me see, oh I guess I could cancel some things, very well then, Wednesday it is, I will be there."

"Very good, Ms. Young, Madame Cong is looking forward to seeing you then." And She hung up.

Inside I was furious, but what else could I do. I just had to see Cong's facilities. I decided to inform all my co-workers and my boss about this big meeting I was going to have. I felt more like a reporter than a lawyer but sometimes a lawyer has to do some snooping around to get the facts straight. I wanted to dig up more dirt on the dragon lady and this was my big chance.

I wore one of my finest black suits and a very pretty, silky, white blouse. I arrived at Madame Cong's office promptly at 10:00am,

"Hi Sherry, I am Barbara Young." I thought, "Yep, another blonde bimbo," as I looked at Sherry's long, blonde hair. In fact everyone I met so far was a woman and they all had blonde hair. I thought it was a bit odd.

"Yes, Ms. Young, please have a seat and Madame Cong will be with you shortly.

I sat down and looked at some magazines, they were all sexy magazines, and some were even lewd and demeaning to women. The wait was hardly short, it turned out to be a half-hour and I grew impatient,

"Look Sherry, I haven't got all day, is Madame Cong going to see me or not?"

"I am sorry Ms. Young, but Madame has many important matters to attend to. You don't just think you are her only appointment for the day do you?" I was impressed the dumb bitch asked me a direct question,

"No, but I may be her most important one." I said confidently.

"Well, be that as it may, you will just have to wait like all the rest do, now why don't you be a good girl and go sit down and read some more magazines." I was ready to explode again. Did she really call me a 'good girl'? I wanted to tell her off badly, but I came this far, too close to blow it now.

"Um, well maybe you are right, I'll just go sit down again."

"That's a girl." She smiled.

I don't know why I said it so sheepishly. It was something about the way she was looking at me. I kind of felt stupid after I said it that way, but I returned to my seat.

After another half-hour I decided it was now or never,

"Okay Sherry, I have had enough, either she sees me now or I am leaving." I spoke real sternly.

"Well there is the door Ms. Young." That was the last straw. I reached over and grabbed her by the top of her blouse and pulled her over to my face,

"Look, you bitch, you either get me in now or this fine blouse is going to look ugly in one minute!" Now I felt good my power returning to me.

"Remove your hand at once or I will break it!" I was shocked. I quickly removed my hand. There was something in her eyes that looked like this woman was for real,

"Now go back to your seat Ms. Young and don't you dare disturb me again or you will never see her, is that clear?"

"But...I...um..." I was in such shock I could hardly speak right.

"I said is that clear?" She was real scary when she got her anger up. She certainly wasn't acting like a dumb blonde.

I cleared my throat,

"Umm, okay Sherry."

"I think it is best that you call me Ms. Towers from now on since that is my last name."

" Yes, Ms. Towers." I spoke meekly. Hey, I am a lawyer, which means I am a fighter, but I leave that to the jury and the courts. I am no wrestler and this woman looked ready to fight me physically, so I kind of wimped out some and went back to my seat.

After waiting another half hour and a full hour and a half now, she finally called me,

"Ms. Young, you can go right in now."

"Well it's about time." I fumed. She just gave me an evil stare.

Madame Cong's office was bizarre. I could not believe what was on her walls. There were weird pictures of women in bizarre S&M poses,

"Strange stuff for a businesswoman." I thought.

"Hi Barbara, sorry to keep you waiting so long, but one of my overseas shipments was giving me some problems. Oh, sorry about my strange tastes in art, just a hobby of mine my dear, please sit down."

It sure was strange, and so were the sculptures and patterns on the rug. They were all bizarre images, some with women having wrap-around dicks coming from themselves and into their own asses. Madame Cong was dressed in a sexy power suit, and a really tight, short red skirt. She had velvet, smooth legs, and beautiful curves about her. All accentuated by her wonderfully long, red nails. She was the only other woman I saw with black hair, other than myself.

"Well, you sure have an interesting place here, Lili. It seems strange for a businesswoman, wouldn't you say? And why no men here?" I got right to the point.

"I have instructed you to call me Madame Cong, please respect my preferences."

"Well, then why don't you call me Ms. Young?"

"You didn't want to be called that Barbara, unless you change your mind so easily my dear, or do you just wish to copy me?" She was masterful in dialogue.

"I would never copy you..." She cut me off.

"Then Barbara it is, yes?"

"Y...es." I said feeling defeated again. Her wit was too much.

"Stand up Barbara!" Ms. Cong commanded suddenly. I did so reluctantly,

"But why, what's wrong?"

"Come here." I stood up and moved over to her. She placed her finger on my lips and began rubbing. She smudged my lipstick back and forth, and rubbed her fingers a few times over it.

"What are you doing?" I said in shock.

"Oh, sorry, dear, but you had a piece of hair on your lips and I just wanted to get it before you swallowed it." She smiled.

"Oh, ah, thank you." I think I blushed. There was something about it that I did not like. I had a strange feeling of weakness when she did that to me. I got wet too. I felt ashamed because a woman made me feel that way and I was not a lesbian. I had to shake the feeling fast. My legs grew weak.

"But look dear, I have smudged your cheap lipstick. I am sorry, hold on," and Madame went into her desk drawer for a matching lipstick, she moved again on me, "hold still now," and she grabbed my cheeks and applied the new lipstick over my lips." It all happened so fast. I didn't know what hit me.

"There, all sweet and dolled up again." Madame Cong said with a chuckle.

"Um, yes, well, thank you." I was crimmister red.

"Don't mention it dear. Now let me take you to one of the plants I have here."

"A....ll right." I stuttered walking on wobbly legs. I hated her for the way she had just made me feel.

Ms. Cong took me far across the building and into another part of the facility, it was a large warehouse type room. There were blonde haired women with masks and white robes everywhere. Inside the room there were beakers and distillery equipment everywhere.

"Here is where we make all my wonderful perfumes." Madame lilted the words to my ears. The words were almost breezy sweet.

"You could easily use this to make haves?" I said questioningly. I felt lightheaded, and my legs were growing suspiciously weak.

"Barbara, I have been well inspected. I run a legit business." She said firmly.

"I'm sure you do." I responded with a cynical frown.

"Perhaps you would love to see my testing plant?"

"Yes, I would."

"It is at the other end of the facility, this way." She abruptly pulled my arm and started away.

The pace was getting to me, but after a while Lili began to slow down some. She really had me moving all over the place. I struggled to keep up with her long legs.

"Come, come, are you tired dear, such a young woman and tired already." She said with a wry smile.

I didn't like the remark but she just pressed on. When we got to the other plant it was large, and very dark with women all over the place. "Blondes, of course." I thought to myself.

The women were all lined up in rows, like cabbages with headsets and tubes running into their noses.

"What the hell is all this?" I asked.

"This is where I test my perfumes. The girls inhale small amounts of my fragrances and relax. The relaxation technique is caused by white noise they are listening to in their headsets."

"And the computers in front of them?"

"Oh, those are just colorful images designed to enhance the relaxation effect."

"Sounds like brainwashing to me." I sneered.

"Nonsense, you see all those electrodes connected to their bodies?"

"Yes."

"Well they are providing feedback impulses to the computers so we can get a gauge on how the fragrances respond to their emotions. It is very useful in this business."

I was staring at one of the computers. It was full of beautiful blue swirls of light and dark alternating hues. It made me feel strange. It was very magictic.

"Are you all right, Barbara? Barbara, are you okay?" Madame Cong repeated.

"Oh, er, yes, I mean, no, I mean I feel a bit dizzy." I put my hand on my forehead.

"Perhaps you should sit down. I have kept you at a very brisk pace this morning and..."

"No, no, I am all right. Let's continue the tour." I shook my head.

"Well we still have many other sites, including a warehouse full of perfumes and specialty items, even multicolored lipsticks, but I think we should go to the salon. Sherry should be there by now."

"Sherry? I thought she was just your receptionist?"

"She is, but she is also a very fine hair stylist. Why don't you let her wash and style your hair for you." She suggested. I didn't like the sound of it, especially after the verbal sparing I had with Sherry earlier.

"What's wrong with my hair?" I said defensively.

"Nothing my dear, but I thought it would give you a chance to rest a bit, and you seem very tired. It is free you know, and you are my guest." She smiled.

"I don't know, um..." I resisted.

"Come on, it will be fun."

"Well, I guess it would be okay and I am very tired all of a sudden."

"You need to take better care of your body dear, and increase your vitamins." Madame Cong laughed, but I felt insulted.

The Salon was an awesome site. It was very eloquent and roomy, even with the red carpet treatment. The chairs and sinks looked extra relaxing. They seemed to make me yearn to just put my body into the relaxing hands of a beautician. I was still worried that the beautician was Sherry, but I found myself longing to put my feet up and sit in one of those luxurious chairs and just let everything go; for the moment at least, I could ease up on my investigation.

"Sherry, Ms. Young has decided to have her hair done. You will take care of her, yes?"

"Yes, Madame." Sherry looked at me and smiled, but it was a very catlike smile.

"Put yourself in her hands, Barbara. I will be back in a few minutes."

"This way Ms. Young." Sherry said.

I was so tired I couldn't wait to sit in one of those chairs. I was apprehensive with Sherry but I was too tired to care. I did look around at all the other customers and wondered why they all had blonde hair. It made me a bit nervous,

"Now, Sherry, remember, I am a brunette." I said.

Sherry burst out giggling, "Of course, Ms. Young. I know we got off on the wrong foot earlier, so let me make it up to you now. You just relax and let me do all the work on that pretty hairline of yours. It is so good to relax and let someone else wash your hair for a change, so soft, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes." I said, as I sunk deeper and deeper into relaxation with every stroke of Sherry's hands upon my hair. I grew more and more relaxed and very, very tired. The lotion felt like silk running through all my strands. The melodious way in which Sherry continued to palm my hair and chat with me made me feel so comfortable and safe. I began to drift off to relax but she poked me to keep me awake. She went to work on my hair.

First she used a rinse and conditioner, and then she applied a special dye to my hair. It seemed very rich and bright. She let it dry. Once dry, she began to style it very differently, much less conservatively than my original style. This new look was extremely sexy. Actually it was downright sluttish. I was trying to think and I realized I was really struggling to stay awake. I also realized my hair was blonde now. The bitch was making me blonde.

"Just relax Barbie." She pushed me back down from struggling. I had no strength to resist her.

"That's it Barbie, by now you must realize that I am making you over to look just like Madame Cong wants you; just like a blonde bimbo!" Her emphasis on that reached into my soul.

"I am sure Madame did the lipstick trick on you Barbie," she could tell I was responding to what she said with my eyes, "Yes, you do remember that. The more you licked your lips, Ms. Young, the more the chemical flushed into your system. It was designed to weaken your body and make you more pliable to my control." Her voice had a haunting touch of the macabre.

Sherry did the full works on me. My fingernails were now bright pink. My lips wore a bright pink, bubbly, lipstick. My face was plucked and waxed. My legs were shaved and waxed also, but my pussy was left unshaven. She stripped off my clothing and powerd something very slutty on me. It was a bright, iridescent, yellow top and a really short miniskirt in hot pink. My shoe heels were very high and another brilliant shade of pink. My eyelids were made full and lusciously thick, with plenty of eyeliner and a light shade of pink brushed on them. I looked ten years younger than twenty-seven. I already was a hot young lawyer, but now I was a hot and younger looking slut. I suddenly ******. The chemical lipstick that was used on me earlier finally made me relax.

(A few hours later)
"Barbara, wake up, wake up Barbara, wake up!" It was Madame Cong's voice. She shouted again and then moved away.

"My goodness, another masterpiece Sherry, you outdid yourself today."

"Thank you Madame."

Sherry shook me back to my senses, knowing that by now the have was just about wearing off. I woke up stunned. I had hoped it was all a bad dream but it was not. I could immediately see my image in the mirror. I leaped up out of my chair and swung around at Sherry,

"You bitch!" I tried to smack Sherry in the face but She just blocked the blow and pushed me down by my shoulders. She was very strong.

"Sit down, Barbie!" She commanded as she pushed me right down and pinned my arms to the chair with her own hands. She then bent over and whispered into my ears, "Who is the bimbo now?" Then she quickly released her grip on me.

"What have you done to me?" I yelled out in panic.

"You have been made over Barbara," Madame Cong said, "wouldn't you just love to quit your job as a high-powered lawyer and work for me as one of my testing receptacles in that dark room I showed you?" She said cynically.

"You fucking bitch!" I rushed to attack Ms. Cong. I reached to grab the top of her blouse, but the dragon lady just grabbed my hand and bent it tightly, powering me down onto my knees.

"Owe!" I screamed, "let go!"

"Say please let go, Madame Cong, say it!" Lili commanded.

"Please, please..."

"Please what?"

"P...lease let go Madame Cong." Immediately she released her grip on me.

"Stand up, slut!" She commanded.

I got up to my knees slowly and massaged my twisted wrist. Madame ushered over to Sherry,

"Go get Brenda and come back."

"Yes Madame."

A few minutes later Sherry returned.

"This is Brenda, and along with Sherry, they are going to be my enpowerrs. You are about to begin your slut training Barbara dear." Madame Cong's gaze went right through me.

"Everyone knows I am here," I was becoming frantic, "you can't do this to me! The police will be here in no time at all. My boss knows, and all my friends know, even my family..."

"Oh, you think so, Barbara...well let me tell you that no one will save you. I am the most powerful woman in this town and I am one of the richest women in the world. Did you ever stop to think that I might just be able to own your law firm and your co-workers? I even paid off your pathetic excuse-of-a-man boss, and I know you have no friends Barbara. I checked on your family too. You have one brother who hasn't spoken to you in 10 years. You are quite alone.

"You won't get away with this. I will never submit." I sounded tough, but deep inside I was scared for my life. I had wondered about all this. "Was I about to become like every other woman who got involved in Madame Cong's affairs? Would I become a slave?" I began to sweat.

"Take her to my private room and prepare her." Madame Cong commanded.

Sherry and Brenda each took me by the arm and led me away. I was screaming obscenities.

They took me to a completely different area of the building. It was on the 12th floor. The elevator seemed strange. Not only did it go up but it also stopped and then seemed to go forward. It was like it was moving me to a hidden compartment somewhere else on the floor. Sherry held my mouth while she twisted my arm in back of me. She was so domineering that Brenda almost had nothing to do but follow along. They took me to a room that had a black floor that was all lit up. The walls were white and the ceiling was black. There were S&M and bondage devices everywhere. They looked just like in the magazines I was reading when I first got into Madame Cong's office. While Sherry held me in place Brenda began to remove my clothes. It was a struggle but Sherry was very strong. They replaced my white bra and panties with bright pink ones.

"Spread your legs." Brenda commanded.

"Fuck you bitch!" I said as I spit at Brenda. Sherry immediately came down very hard across my face from with an open slap from her hand.

"Do as she says. Do it now bimbo!" She shouted.

I began to spread my legs very slowly. They were like jello at this point. Brenda secured my legs to two chains that were bolted to the floor. The chains were very short, allowing very little movement of my feet. I was instructed to put my arms over my head, and the girls quickly attached my wrists to chains above my body. My legs were spread out wide by the floor. It moved mechanically at the touch of a button on the wall by Sherry. Each side of the floor under my legs moved in opposite directions as they spread me. Just then Madame Cong entered the room. She came up close to me,

"Well, well, how's my new little bitch coming along?" She grabbed my cheeks with her hand. "Fuck you!" I blurted out. Madame Cong slapped my face with the back of her hand.

"Since you wish to use such foul language your mouth will have to be washed out with soap. Brenda, bring me the special gag device."

I gave Madame a strange but terrified look, "What are you going to do?"

"This my dear is a special penis gag. You will notice it is inflatable and has a hose attachment to it. You will notice the other end has a phallus and is also inflatable, and it is inserted up your ass. I will put soapy water inside that lovely belly of yours. You see I am going to wash out your entire system, but first a bit of a cycling will do nicely. You will be digesting your own soapy cuckolds brownie through your mouth and then back down into your stomach and into your intestines and back out into the tube and right back up again and again as long as I see fit to cleanse your filthy mouth. We will begin with soap and then graduate to sperm and pussy juice as we continue." She started handling the equipment and fondling it, making me more and more nervous. She rolled her sexy fingers along the tube and penis gag itself. She connected another tube to it. I could tell it was designed to go in my ass. The remainder of the original tube was connected to these machines there were three of them. "By the way Barbara, you will have a new name. What number is she on the list Sherry?"

"She is number 109 Madame."

"Then your new name will be Barbie Humper 109.

"Repeat it for me." She commanded.

"Screw you, Lili!" I promptly got several slaps across my face from Ms. Cong. They were hard and heavy slaps due to the added weight of her arm-length leather gloves.

"You will address me as Mistress from now on is that clear slut girl?"

"Never..." She slapped me again.

"Now what is your new name?" She repeated.

"Go to hell!"

"So you think you are going to be a tough bitch hah? Well then, I guess this penis gag is just what you need to shut you up. Now open wide!"

She squeezed my cheeks together and pinched my nose thus opening my mouth wide. Then she stuck the penis gag in my mouth and wrapped the strap around my head, "Ummmph." I gagged some.

"Now Brenda, 25 lashes and make them good ones on her back." Madame Cong instructed.

The whip seemed to go on and on. I thought it would never end. My back began to swell up with red lashes all over it. There were marks on my ass as well. All I could do was squirm and try to shout, but no noise was heard due to the tightly strapped penis gag in my mouth.

"Now Brenda, remove the gag." As she did so, I drooled all over my chin and chest. My head was sagging from exhaustion. The questioning continued,

"Now, Barbie Humper 109, what is your new name?" Madame Cong lifted up my head.

"Fuck you!" I said. Immediately the gag went right back in my mouth,

"Brenda, 35 more lashes." She instructed.

"noppppph, ndddddosh, noeeeh!" I shouted without much sound.

The lashes began again, one more powerful than the next. Each blow a new reminder to me that it could go on and on and on unless I would break down and submit to Mistress Cong. My sweat poured all over my body, fresh beads were cascading into every crevice. I almost ******.

Once again Ms. Cong approached me and took out the penis gag while lifting up my head,

"What is your new name Barbara?"

"Please, please, no more, plea...."

"Tell me your name?" Ms. Cong was relentless.

"Bbbbbarbie hhhumper ...." I finally broke down in tears.

"That's right, you are Barbie Humper 109, say it clearly and properly, slut girl!"

"I....I am, Barbie Huuumper 109."

"Again and louder, bimbo!"

"I am Barbie Humper 109, I am Barbie Humper 109, I am..."

"Enough, shut up now cunt. Look at you, the once mighty lawyer, nothing more than a whimpering slave to her new owner. You are just another piece of ass in my stable, and my newest slut bimbo. Yes, soon, very soon, you will be doing tricks on a street corner for me, but that will be after we have exhausted your elevator s*******s." Madame made an evil laugh.

Madame Cong reinserted the penis gag in my mouth and fully secured it. She walked over to one of the three tanks and pressed a button. I could see the tube-end, which was forked, into three other tubes. One of them was filling up. The thing sounded like it was pumping. I could see a white fluid begin to flow in the clear tube leading to my mouth.

"This will fatten you up nicely bitch. Oh don't worry I will control the others and all of this from my computer. Isn't that nice of me?" She tapped on my belly. "Once you are all fattened up, and have taken all three of these tanks at intervals in your mouth and stomach, the automatic valve attached to your ass tube will release and all that cuckolds brownie will move down into the tube and make its way up into your mouth. You will be powerd to swallow it down and then the cycle will continue. We will set the tanks at five-minute intervals for your powerd feeding, and after each period your penis gag with be inflated while you wait for the next five minutes. It will be deflated each time a liquid starts again. Once you finish all the cycles then the cuckolds brownie cycle begins and can go on as long as I like. Remember this first tank is soap. The other one is sperm, and the last is pussy juice, so enjoy. Don't forget to swallow, swallow, swallow, Barbie or you could vomit and die. You, my little bitch, will never swear at me again!"

With that Madame Cong instructed the girls to leave the room with her, and she turned off the lights. I was alone in the darkness knowing full well that the liquid was starting to enter my mouth now. The first cycle was beginning. I began to swallow. I was swallowing for my life now. I could taste the bitterness of the soap. I was beginning to get real cramps in my gut, but I could not let it out due to the inflated tube in my ass. Finally the five minutes were up. The penis gag inflated in my mouth and I waited for the next cycle. I watched carefully as the second pump started up and my penis gag deflated. There was a small period of time as the liquid moved up the tube. Once it entered in my mouth I started to swallow. It was salty and kind of thick. I knew this would go on for another five minutes. My forehead was sweating. I began to wish I had never crossed or met Madame Cong.

The pressure was starting to build in my stomach. During the third cycle I could see my tummy was beginning to tighten up some. I knew it wouldn't be long before a bulge started. The third cycle also had some saltiness to it but it was thinner and sweeter and bitter all at the same time. My cramps were getting worse. Then the cycle stopped and the gag inflated again. I had to wait for the next one. Part of my mind hoped the tanks would be completely emptied so I could finally get some release, but then the thought of the cuckolds brownie cycle completely dispensed the idea. I felt helpless and hopeless as the cycles went on and on and on and my stomach got bigger and bigger, and tighter and tighter. "Oh god, when would it stop!" I thought.

After a long time the cycles seemed to stop. "Could it be possible that the tanks were finished?" I thought, but only to be disappointed as I heard one start up again. I actually needed to push my stomach out to try and relieve some of the pressure in my belly. It was getting rock hard and big. It extended like a balloon, and still, it went on. After a while I ******.

I woke up to the feel of slaps across my face,

"Wakie, wakie, wakie now, Barbie!" It was Madame Cong, "well, well, well, you took two hours worth. Actually it was only about one hour since there were five minute cycles on and off. Look at you now bimbo. You look like a giant fat cow. Is my fat cow pregnant now!"

She tapped on my huge, tight belly. I thought I would explode. I did look pregnant now. She pushed something in the tube and the penis gag deflated and she removed it from my mouth.

"Ppppplease, no more, pleaaseee!" I was begging for all I was worth.

"Well, now Barbie, why don't you say I am a big fat cow, Mistress. Say it slut, say it you fucking bimbo!" She tapped again on my belly. Her eyes were vicious, but at this point I would do anything to make it end.

"I emmmm...I am a big fat cow, Mistress." I hung my head in shame.

"And you need to give birth don't you slut?"

"Yyyyes, I need to give birth."

"Yes, you need to give birth because you are a pregnant fat cow, isn't that right slut?" She seemed to love humiliating me.

"Yyyes, I need to give birth ccccause I am a pregnant fat cow.

"How about a moo cow?" She laughed.

"Moooooooooooooo, moooooooooooo." I did it as loud as I could.

"Good girl. It is time for the cuckolds brownie cycle to begin."

I almost felt relieved that she was finally going to release the stuff, but I knew what was coming next. She put the penis gag back into my mouth and secured it. She inserted some air pumps into certain regions of the tubes.

"Don't fear honey this is just to make sure that the centrifugal power does not give out and the cuckolds brownie keeps rolling around the tubes." Then she left.

I knew that as soon as this thing started I would be going inside a tube which would carry it back into my mouth. I started to sweat even more. The waiting seemed to go on forever, but in reality it was only about 10 minutes. Apparently the valve had a timer delay mechanism. Finally I could feel the bulb in my ass decrease. The stuff began to pour out of my stomach and flow from my anus into the tube. As the laws of gravity took over and my bowel movement poured out of me, I knew it would just be a matter of time before it all reached back up into my mouth again. It was a relief to watch my stomach begin to go down again and release all the stuff powerd into me. It was like a faucet. I never felt myself flowing as much as I was. Then, the inevitable, it started to spurt into my mouth, the taste was horrible. I felt as though I needed to vomit from the smell and taste, but it was flowing so fast that all I could do was to swallow the crap and ingest it. I had never felt so humiliated and disgusted in my life. The worst part of it all was that it would eventually make its way back into my stomach and out again, until much of the liquid was absorbed again into my system. In my mind I swore that I would never curse at Madame Cong again. The horrible consequences of it convinced me completely. I was slowly becoming the dragon lady's slave, at least in my own mind. I no longer worried about my job or my ideas of bringing Ms. Cong down, now it was just survival. The cycle repeated for at least an hour or more. I was not sure of time any more. My belly would reduce only to find it inflate from the fluids all over again, so it was like a balloon expanding and contracting over and over again. Finally a light came on and Madame Cong came in. Sherry and Brenda, her slave enpowerrs also came in.

"Release her." Cong commanded. When I was let go I fell right down to the floor on my knees and I began to sob. "Well, well, not so high and mighty any more, are we bitch." Madame was smiling at her apparent victory over me. I began to crawl over to her on my hands and knees of my own free will. I was making a gesture to my new Mistress that I was going to obey her. I even kissed her high heels.

"Now, we won't have that foul mouth any more shall we, slut?"

"No, M...mmm...istress." I stuttered.

"Good girl. Now sit up slut. Stay on your knees and finger your pussy for me just like the whore you really are. Show me how you play with yourself at night, when no one is around. I'll bet my special perfume made you hot and wet all week long didn't it slut?"

"Ye...s, hot and wet Mistress." I began fingering myself for all I was worth. The weird thing about this now was that I was extremely wet and horny. Even after all the horror I had just been through. Just looking at Madame Cong's beautiful legs and body made me want to play with myself. Maybe it was the cleaning out of my body and ass, or the way I felt after the tubes were all removed, but everything was highly sensitive. I saw Sherry and Brenda stare right at me. As I looked into their eyes I got even hotter. I began to realize what a slut I was right in front of them, while I played with myself.

"That's right whore, in and out and up and down. Go deeper and deeper and faster and faster. Show me what a cunt you are! Take out those tits and play with them. I want you to bring your breasts up to your mouth and bite on your own nipples, that's it, good girl, good little Barbie Humper!" Madame Cong began to feel her own wetness growing as she commanded me, "You will make me plenty of money on the market. I can see the title now: Lawyer Turned into A Slut. I am filming this even now, my precious slut girl. You will go to all my special parties and serve my guests as I see fit. You will be taken to my special rooms from my special elevators where you will serve men and women as my newest elevator humper. If I tire of you I will put you on the street and pimp you out. You will make plenty of money for me, of course, you still need much training, Barbie Humper 109."

"Please don't put me on the street Mistress! Oh, yes, I love playing with myself for you." I couldn't believe my own ears at what I just said, but this was survival and lust at the same time now. Madame Cong had converted me. How could this degradation turn me on so much? I was now thoroughly confused with my own feelings.

Madame went over to the wall and brought this really huge strap-on dildo with her. The strap was made of bright, black leather. She attached it around her waist. She walked over to me,

"Suck my dick, slut girl. Suck it and lick it good. Show me how you take a cock down that beautiful mouth of yours."

"No, Mistress, please, I never sucked..." I was slapped.

"Don't you ever tell me no. Now suck my cock you worthless whore." I had never sucked anything that large before.

"So you never sucked a dick like this? Well you are going to suck many before I am through with you, and many, many pussies too." Madame's eyes were bulging out as she watched me take the dildo and grasp it between my hands.

"That's it suck...and lick that shaft! Get it all nice and wet for your cunt. Your pussy is dripping wet. It is waiting for me to stick it right in that hole of yours isn't it humper? Tell me to fuck you. Tell me to please fuck your pussy with my cock. Say it slut girl, say it, bimbo!"

"Fuck me, please Mistress, please fuck my pussy with your cock."

"What a slut you are, such a slut. You were once a big time lawyer Ms. Young, now you are nothing but a little cock tease. Fingering yourself for your new Mistress. That's right Bimbo Barbie, I own your fucking ass now. Sit up, I want you on this cock. I want you humping it up and down. That's it, get on my great big dick." Madame Cong began pushing me up and down on her strap-on dildo,

"That's it hump it! Hump it like you never humped any big cock like it before! Hump it for your life slut girl! Hump it for your life whore!"

I did hump it. I humped it for all I was worth. I was having orgasm after orgasm, the likes of which I never had before. The more I moved and squirmed around on the dildo, the more I began to just flow and flow. Something about my fluids flowing like that made me more and more horny. Madame would periodically tweak my nipples and squeeze my breasts. She would even put her leather finger inside my mouth and make me suck on it. I couldn't stop now even I wanted to. My loins we so wet that I was out of control. New waves of cum juice splashed all over Mistress Cong's dildo.

"Enough, slut, enough!" She threw me down onto my ass. I immediately began to finger myself some more, " I said enough!" I finally stopped. "We have much more training for you my newest whore. Sherry, take her to the testing receptacle and start further programming on her. Brenda, once that is done prepare her for transport to the barn." I was cleaned off, dressed up, and ushered out by Sherry and Brenda.

Sherry attached devices on me to gauge my input responses to what was happening on the computer screen. I was made to inhale Madame's special perfumes as I watched the dancing colors and spirals on the monitor. I was getting me more and more horny.

"Now Barbie, just listen to the sweet sounds and voices on the headset and enjoy your program, that's a girl." Sherry said.

I could see flashes of naturals between the spirals. Some scenes were longer than other ones. The pictures were of women doing naturals all sorts of naturals and getting off on them. For the longest time the headset was just a relaxing message from Madame Cong, but it started to change,

"You love to suck anything because you are a slut. You love to fuck anything because you are a whore. Your name is Barbie Humper 109 and you serve Mistress well. You love to fuck naturals. They turn you on. You will fuck whatever we tell to fuck whenever we tell you to. Your sole purpose in life now is to be the best elevator humper that you can be, and that means deep training with lots and lots of naturals, and you love naturals slut."

The message started repeating over and over again. I was actually beginning to say what Mistress was saying to me on the headset. I loved naturals and I needed to fuck them. That was all I could keep thinking of as I watched the screen and listened to Madame Cong's beautiful voice,

"You love to suck anything because you are a slut. You love to fuck anything because you are a whore. Your name is Barbie Humper 109 and you serve Mistress well. You love to fuck naturals. They turn you on. You will fuck whatever we tell to fuck whenever we tell you to. Your sole purpose in life now is to be the best elevator humper that you can be, and that means deep training with lots and lots of naturals, and you love naturals slut." The message went on and on.

I opened my eyes and found myself inside some kind of tight box. It was like a coffin. I started to scream out but I realized there was a gag in my mouth. In fact it was a breathing tube attached to an oxygen supply. There were long black straps tied around my entire bottom and locked down to the sides of the box. There were cuffs around my hands and ankles that were locked to the box with chains as well. There was some tube in my behind. It was probably for excrement. There were also some IV's attached to my arms. I felt a headset on my ears playing some soothing music. Then I heard a voice,

"Hello, this is Brenda, your journey will take four days so just relax Barbie." That was it and I drifted off to relax.

I was slapped to consciousness,

"Welcome hump slut, remember me?"

It was Sherry and she was wearing a real dominatrix type of outfit. It had beautiful leather, and her legs wore fish net stockings. She also had on very high boots. She had a crop in her hand.

"Sherry, sherry what...where am I?" I was chained to a high wooden wall.

"You will address me as Mistress Towers from now on is that clear humper?"

"Yes Mistress." There was no fight left in me for anyone anymore.

"Good. We are to continue your training here in the barn."

"But where are we?" She slapped me in the face real hard and then flicked her crop on my thigh.

"Silence humper. You do not need to know. Today we shall begin with the dogs. Tomorrow we will start your stamina with the pigs and then finally the horses. You have quite a bit of humping to do my precious little lawyer." She picked up my chin and smirked at me with contempt. I think my eyes began to bulge out of their sockets from what she said. Strangely though I seemed to get turned on by the idea. I wanted to fuck some naturals. I needed to but I did not know why.

She brought in a really large German Shepherd. She released me from my chains,

"In case you are thinking of escape, you are in a desert. Also that collar around your neck can be electrified in a second if anything happens to me here or if you run. Now get down on your hands and knees humper, you are about to be mounted. You are a bitch in heat and you love it or you will learn to love it." She swatted my ass with the crop. I could feel the dog begin to mount me. He must have been trained. I was about to be fucked by a dog. Mistress guided him into my pussy from behind. He wasn't that big but I felt something strange inside me. It was like a bulb or a knot. I could feel him pumping me deep. I was beginning to enjoy it. It was his knot. It was glued deep inside of me. I had never had such a strange sensation before.

"That's it humper, you are doing great. Now shout out for me...I am a bitch in heat! Do it humper do it for your Mistress."

"I ohhhhhheh ehehh I am a bitch in heat. I am a bitch in heat."

"And you love to fuck doggies don't you bitch?"

"And I love to fffuck doggies. Oh god yes fuck me please fuck me!" I began to beg as I rode my new lover, this great big dog."

Mistress brought in more dogs. There were all different kinds. Some would fuck me in my ass and others in my pussy. It was hard in the ass because she had to really open me up with her fist and then shove the thing inside me. The knot would take over and help me keep it inside. I was humping and humping. After a while I could not stop it was like a reflex.

"Now see this dog, humper?"

"Yes Mistress."

"You will jerk him off with your hands and you will squirt it all over your face. I want you to get used to the smell of it all."

I did as she commanded. There were many dogs, and I got them off either in my ass or my pussy or my face. I would pump them with my hands and make them big and hard. I longed for all the wet juices to explode all over my face. Finally she started making me suck them off with my mouth and put them deep in my throat,

"That's it, such a good humper. Take that big, juicy doggie cock deep down that slut throat of yours. Take it nice and deep humper. You are a bitch in heat and you need doggie cock. Fuck and hump that's all you are worth now Barbie! Suck that doggie cock! Make him shoot it all over your mouth and deep down your throat. Suck bitch!" Mistress was so cruel, but I was hotter than ever. I enjoyed every minute of those dogs I could hardly stop. A few weeks ago I was a hotshot lawyer now I was just a doggie fucker. Thinking about it got me even hotter.

"Enough for today slut. Tomorrow we use the pigs. Oink, oink, oink!" Mistress Towers mocked me and pushed up my nose, "How about a squeal for me just like a little piggy, come on humper, squeal for me!"

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, weeeeeeeeeeeeee!" I squealed for her as loud as I could.

"Such a good humper. My, my Ms. Young, you'd hardly recognize yourself anymore, now would you?" It was more mockery.

"Nnno....ehhh...no Mistress."

"Good. Now you will have bread and water for the night. You have had enough protein for one day."

Sherry took me over to some stall and it had some hay in it. She cuffed and locked my wrist with a chain to my cuff that attached to a ring inside the stall.

"Sleep well now humper. Nitey nite." Then she left.

The next day was more of the same only this time with pigs. She took a pig and secured it between my legs. The pig had straps that had rings on them so other straps could secure them to my inner thighs. They made an effective pig harness so the pig would not be able to do much more than fuck me with his cock. I never knew how long a pig could fuck. They can keep going and going many times over, much more than any other thing I ever fucked in my entire life. My pussy was beginning to get worn out by the pig's cock just plunging me in and out all day long. She would periodically stop to use another pig and put some more lubrication in my pussy. I was not ass fucked by the pigs.

"Such a good little humper. Now you just let that piggy fuck you all up nice and deeply. I am going to teach you a new trick Barbie slut. You are going to open your mouth and I am going to sit on your face. You are to use that tongue of yours really good humper. I am going to be humping your face and mouth and tongue up and down. You had better do a good job on your Mistress's pussy and make me cum!"

Sherry straddled my face and I licked her pussy. It was the first time I ever did such a thing with a woman. I was truly becoming a slut and a whore now. I rolled my tongue deep inside her pussy. Sometimes she would roll her ass around my face and make me eat that as well. All the while a pig was fucking the daylights out of my pussy and shooting all of its hot, steamy load inside of me. I could remember Madame's words,

"Your sole purpose in life now is to be the best elevator humper that you can be, and that means deep training with lots and lots of naturals, and you love naturals slut."

Just thinking about her words kept me pushing deeper and deeper into the pig. I had more orgasms than I ever had in my entire life. Finally after another long, grueling day I was put back to my stall.

The next day was to be a special day. I was going to graduate to something really big, a horse.

"Are you looking forward to this humper?" Mistress asked.

"Yyyyes Ma'am I just want to please you."

"Well I hope you can. We are going to try and break some limits here today. Today you will get twelve inches and tomorrow a little bit more until we find your breaking point."

I was taken to another stall where this large stallion was. He was a magnificent black horse.

"Now you are to reach under him here, don't worry he has been trained, and you will start by jerking him off and making it ever bigger. I want you to suck as much into your mouth as you can whore, begin!"

I placed my hand around his huge cock. It seemed like a little flea in comparimister to it. I jerked him as hard as I could to get him nice and big. I stooped under and began to put my lips around his cock. I sucked him as much as I could get it in my mouth. It was so huge that he could easily rip my teeth out if I did not do it properly. It was massive. I never saw any cock that big in my whole life. I wondered how it could even be possible that it could go inside me. After servicing him for a while Mistress came back with some ropes. She tied me spread eagle underneath him so that my pussy was just far enough away so that his cock could be pushed inside of me. I was hanging in the air above the ground as the ropes tightly wrapped my wrists and legs around the horse. It was like I was a saddle underneath him. She guided him into my pussy,

"Take it good slut! You fuck anything I say, and today it is a great big horsy. Aren't you such a special girl? Hump him! That's it slut. Take his huge member deep inside that pussy. I am going to stretch you out really good today. More slut, and deeper. I want twelve inches inside of that cunt of yours."

I thought my pussy was going to be ripped apart. It was the biggest cock I ever had inside of me. It was long and thick.

"Owwwweee!!!! Ohhhhh, please Mistress no more. I can't take any more. It is too big. He is splitting me up inside, pleaseeeee!" I was begging Sherry to make it stop. He was just too huge.

"No way bitch! You thought you were so high and mighty in my office, the great Ms. Young. Well now you are the great horse-fucking, Ms. Young. Fuck him humper! You better do a good job. Fuck and hump Barbie slut. Harder slut! Faster and faster and faster! I want that cunt ripped apart! Fuck him! Fuck that horse like the complete slut you are now!"

"Owwwweeeeeee oowwweeeeeeee!!!! I am going to cummmm mistress ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, no more! Owwwwwwwwweeee!!!"

I came. I came like I had never come before in my entire life. It was like my whole body became one giant orgasm. Mistress told me that tomorrow I was going to shoot for even deeper penetration. I felt like I was about to pass out from all of it. She told me that this cycle of dogs, pigs, and horses was going to be repeated for a few weeks. I could only babble in agreement.

(One month later in Tokyo)
I pressed the button for the lobby floor from inside the elevator. Once there the doors opened. A couple stepped inside. They weren't all interested in the special floor so I had to be discerning. "Hi what floor please?" I spoke while I bowed.

"Floor twelve." The gentleman said, "We are here for the special accommodations." After he said that I knew it was a go.

"Your name, please?" The lady asked me.

"My name is Barbie Humper 109, and I am completely at your service. Whatever your prefer. In elevator or to special hall I am at your disposal."

I bent over to lift up my skirt and show them my ass. The woman lifted up her skirt to reveal a strap-on dildo. The man slapped my ass once.

"You will stop at the twelfth floor. We do elevator thing in here." The man said.

"Yes sir." I responded. I thought about how far I had come, and how my sole purpose in life was to be the best elevator humper that I could be.

The End

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The Great Mysto


You can tell the truth."

"Well, I just don't think much of cauliflower. Cauliflower shows are just too tacky. Besides, cauliflower doesn't work." Each sentence I said brought more and more laughter. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," said Mysto. He snapped his fingers and . . .

There was another snap. I was in the chair with the others. I felt great. I just wanted to sit there forever and watch the show.

It was interesting, I'll admit. He told one of the women that she would forget about the number seven; every time she added four and three, she came up with six and was perplexed. He told another man he had forgotten what sex he was; the guy actually couldn't remember and told everyone his name really was Cindy Crawford. Another man forgot his name altogether; he just looked blank whenever Mysto asked him.

He took a man and a woman and told each of them that they were now the opposite sex. Another woman was three years old and crying for her mommy. I watched, surprised that they would so easily go along with this.

For instance, he went over to the woman next to me -- I think her name was Jennifer, but I wasn't sure -- and snapped his fingers. Her head instantly fell to her chest. "You are a hooker standing on a street corner trying to attract attention," he said. Then snapped his fingers.

She blinked, and then it was as though everything about her changed. She moved in a very sexual manner, pushing up her breasts. Another man stood up, and she went to him, almost purring as she asked if he wanted to have some fun.

The audience laughed. I did, too. I felt so good. So very good.

Mysto came up to me. Snap . . .

Snap...

I blinked again. And I realized something important. I realized I was gay.

It was a little odd that I hadn't noticed before, but that didn't matter to me. I needed to find someone, someone who was right for me. Handsome, sexy, powerful. I looked over the audience.

No one fit. Onstage then...

And I saw him.

He was the sexiest man I'd ever seen. Everything about him was just perfect. I wanted him intensely.

"Hi," I said, walking over, thinking only of how nice it would be to have his cock in my mouth. "What's your name."

He smiled. It was dazzing. "Mysto."

The name made me weak in the knees. "You know you have a very sexy name." There was a sound like laughter in the background, but I ignored it.

He smiled again. "I've heard others say that."

I wanted to kiss him, to tear off his clothes to get at his cock, to beg him to fuck me. Something kept me from saying it. "I love you," I said.

More of that odd sound. Then, a snap...

Another snap.

I shook my head and continued to watch the show. I was very entertained watching everyone and whenever Mysto asked me to do anything, I was happy to do whatever he asked. It felt so good to drift and do everything he wanted of me. I felt so wonderful.

There was another snap.

The warm, happy feeling was gone. I recalled the show, and I remembered just how much fun I had.

"Let's give everyone a round of applause," he said.

The audence clapped madly.

Everyone returned to their tables. There was a woman at mine who I vaguely remembered as one of the other subjects.

"Well," she said. "Looks like we both proved something."

I nodded. I had no idea what she was talking about. I had other things on my mind. "Excuse me," I said. "I have to go to the men's room." I got up, not waiting for her reply.

There was a sign saying "rest rooms" that pointed to the right. I went left.

Behind the stage were three dressing rooms. I went to the third, knocked three times, paused, then twice again. I don't know why; it just seemed the thing to do. I went inside.

Mysto was there. I shut the door behind me.

He smiled at me. "Hello, boy," he said. "I've been expecting you."

I paused, waiting. Something in me told me there was something wrong about all this, but I didn't really care.

"Do you remember, boy?"

"No, sir. I . . . I . . . "

"What you said on stage, boy. You remember it."

"I don't . . . " And it all came clear. "I love you, sir," I whispered.

"What was that, boy? I couldn't hear you."

"I love you, sir."

"Louder!"

"I LOVE YOU, SIR!"

He nodded. "Very good. Very good, indeed. You have possibilities, boy."

I beamed.

He held up his foot. "Take off my shoe."

I hesitated. There was something wrong here.

"Don't you love me, boy?"

"Yes, sir," I said.

"Don't you need to obey me?"

"Yes, sir!" My words were louder, as though this had been drilled into me.

"So take off my shoes."

"Yes, sir," I said. I don't know why I had hesitated. I rushed to remove them.

"Now my socks."

This time I didn't hesitate.

"Now, boy, smell my feet."

I didn't have to: they were sweaty and sour.

"You like that smell, boy. You adore it."

I did? I took another whiff.

"You see? The aroma is delightful. It draws you in. It brings you deeper and deeper into my spell. My delightful spell. Smell . . . spell. Smell . . . spell. Say it."

"Smell . . . spell. Smell . .. spell." I found myself drifting into a state of intense bliss. With every breath, I become more and more under his command. I savored his aroma.

"Very good, boy. Feel yourself more and more under my spell. Entranced by me. You want more than just my feet, don't you, boy?"

More?

"You do want more, don't you?"

My throat was dry. "Yes," I whispered.

"Look up," he said.

I did as he commanded.

He had unzipped his pants. His cock was hard.

"You know what to do," he whispered.

I hesitated. This was wrong, a part of me said. I'm not gay. I don't want to do this.

He seemed to know what I was thinking. "Look at my cock. Watch it. You find it fascinating. So big, so hard, so inviting. Focus on it. Concentrate on it. And as you do so, you find yourself drifting deeper. Deeper. Deeper into my spell."

I was staring. I had never seen a man's cock so closely before. It was about eight inches, circumcised, thick. I felt my resistance slowly fading, but that wasn't important. It was important that I look at his cock and listen.

"Watch it. That's it, keep watching. Feeling yourself drifting. Feel it draw you toward it. You are forgetting your misgivings. Forgetting. Forgetting. They are vanishing from your mind right now. You are drawn to my cock. You want to taste it now, taste its strength, worship its vigor. You are leaning closer, closer. You want to be closer."

"Closer," I whispered. His cock was the center of my universe right then. I moved closer. It was just a few inches from my face. I could smell its heavenly aroma.

"You want it, boy."

"I want it," I whispered.

"You need to obey me. You need to serve me. With all your heart. With all your soul."

"Yes," I said. I needed to obey him. I needed to serve him.

"You will do whater I tell you. You NEED to do whatever I tell you."

His cock, so beautiful, so powerful, so hard . . . "Yes," I whispered.

"Go ahead," he whispered. "Suck me."

I was as though I had been set free. My lips wrapped around him hungrily and I take him deep, my tongue wrapped around it. I want his cock so much. I can't stop myself. This is what I need: to serve him, to suck him, to be his slave. Nothing else matters. I love the taste, the smell of him. I want to taste his hot cum. I want --

"What's going on here?"

I stopped, startled by the female voice. It was the woman who had shared my table. She looked absolutely furious.

"I should think that was obvious," Mysto said.

The woman looked flustered by his calm reply. "He was acting strange the second he came off that stage. You've done something to him!"

"Jennifer, if you're smart, you'll leave us and not try to interfere."

"Interfere? You're damn right I'll interfere! I'll have you arrested."

"This is my final warning, Jennifer," Mysto said.

"Oh? And this is mine." She stepped forward and slapped him on the face.

Mysto stepped back. His deep eyes blazed with anger. "Bitch," he whispered.

"You don't know how much of a bitch I CAN be," said Jennifer.

"Jennifer," Mysto said, his voice filled with danger.

She didn't notice the tone. She looked.

Snap.

Jennifer's eyes fell shut. Her body went limp and she began to collapse.

I reached to break her fall, but Mysto stopped me. "Let the bitch fall," he said. "She deserves it. Just watch and do nothing."

I let her fall. I could not disobey.

She lay in a heap on the floor. Mysto used his foot to push her onto her back. "How do you feel, Jennifer?" he asked.

"Good," she murmured.

"That's nice, Jennifer. And you want to feel good. Better and better. Just listen to my voice and you'll feel better and better. You are deeply under my spell. You will obey me. You want to obey me, don't you?"

"Yessss," she said.

"Very good. Now, Jennifer, I want you to go back a few minutes, to the time when you were on the stage as part of my act. Do you remember that?"

"Yes," she said.

"What are you?"

"I am a hooker," Jennifer mumred.

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

"I am a hooker," Jennifer said, louder this time.

"Good. It felt very good, to admit that. Very good. Whenever you think that, it will make you feel good. Because it's true."

"True," said Jennifer. "I am a hooker." She smiled at the thought.

"Very good. Very good. You love the idea. But you're not just any hooker. You're a cheap little slut aren't you?"

"No, I -- "

"You're a cheap little slut. Admit it. It will feel good to get it off your chest."

"I . . . I'm a cheap little slut," Jennifer whispered.

"Say it again."

"I'm a cheap little slut." Her voice was much stronger.

"That's very good. It felt great to say that, didn't it?"

Jennifer nodded. "I'm a cheap little slut," she said, then giggled slightly.

"Very good. Because you are a cheap slut whore. Nothing pleases you more than fucking men, and you are absolutely shameless about it. Understand?"

"Yes. Shameless."

Something about all this bothered me, but I couldn't say why. I had been told to watch and do nothing, and I could not disobey Mysto.

"What is your name, slut whore?" Mysto asked.

"Jennifer," she whispered.

"That's a pretty name. Much too pretty for a slut like you. You will forget it. You will feel so much happier once you forget it."

"Forget it," Jennifer mumred.

"You have forgotten it, haven't you?"

"Yes."

"And how do you feel?"

"Happy," she whispered.

"What is your name?" Mysto asked.

"I don't know," said Jennifer, smiling. It didn't matter to her in the slightest.

"Very good. But you should have a name." Mysto thought for a moment. "Your name is Tammi, with an 'i.' Tammi Teetz. Your name has always been Tammi Teetz. You can't remember any other name, so you know what I say is true. Now, say your name."

"Tammi Teetz," she said.

"And what are you?"

"A cheap slut. A whore."

"Excellent. Now, tonight, when you leave this room, you will forget all about your life before you met me. You will forget you even came here. It's unimportant. All you know, and all you need to know is that you are Tammi, the whore. Jennifer is gone forever. You are only interested in your next paying fuck; you aren't smart enough to think about anything else. You are a cheap, stupid whore, and don't care who knows it. Understand?"

"I understand," Tammi said.

Mysto smiled. He snapped his fingers.

Tammi blinked. She looked disoriented for a few moments, then saw Mysto and me.

She smiled. "Hi, boys," she said. "Want a little fun tonight?" Her hands began to unbutton her blouse.

Mysto was amused by the transformation. "I've already had plenty of fun."

"I don't think so," Tammi cooed. "Take a look at what I can offer." Her blouse was open, and she began undoing her bra.

"Actually," said Mysto, "I was looking for someone named Jennifer. Have you seen her?"

"Nope," said Tammi. She slipped off her bra. "Bet she doesn't have tits like these, right? Give me five bucks and you can touch them."

"Afraid I'm not interested."

"You can touch my pussy, too. No extra charge." She reached into the band of her slacks. "Getting wet already. Want to see?" She took out a wet finger. "How's that look?"

"Actually," said Mysto, "I was looking for Jennifer. Know her?"

"Never heard of her. But I bet she can't give you a great blowjow. Not as good as me. Only twenty bucks."

Mysto grinned. "Not interested."

"What are you interested in? I can make sure you get it."

Mysto nodded at me. "Him."

She looked at me. "Oh, I see." She held up her tits so he could see her better. "Sure about that? I can change your mind."

"I'm sure," said Mysto.

She began to button up, leaving off her bra. "Your loss," she said as she headed for the door. "If I see that Jennifer, I'll tell her you asked about her."

Mysto waited until we were alone. "How'd that sound to you, boy? Did it bother you?"

I shrugged. I had been told to listen quietly, and I merely obeyed.

"Very good, boy. I am your master, understand?"

"Yes, sir. You are my master."

"That's right, boy. And if you ever forget that, or displease me in any way, I will send you out just like her, with no identity and no interest in being anything other than a cheap slut. Does that bother you?"

I shook my head. "I must do as you obey."

"Good boy. And now, I want to fuck you. You want that. You want my cock in your virgin ass."

I did. More than anything else. I was in love. "Yes master." I began to undo my pants, glad I had decided to come to the show.

end

Thanks for sharing -great stories as ever. I particualrly love these magicsis sex stories! Shame there are not more about

thank you brainbox1

"Are you ready, lover," she asked breathlessly.

He said nothing but grabbed a hold of her hips and pulled her downwards while he plunged up and in.

The feeling was indescribable. She was warm and inviting and at the same time tight and resistant, and the combination was something out of this world to the former virgin. Unlike James, Mrs. Cinders was not a virgin. She was quite used to sex - though she hadn't had had any in some time now - but it was like nothing she'd ever experienced. To her it wasn't just a physical release, which sex had been most of her life; it was somehow different than ever – better than ever.

"Uhh…you're so big and strong. Oh yes, oh…." She gently moaned into his ear as she slid up and down his cock.

Encouraged, he sped up his thrusts and got a small scream as a reward – his cock reached new pleasurable zones deep within the lovely Mrs. Cinders.

Excited, he let go of her hips and took a hold of her tempting tits. "Ooooh!" she laughed as he ripped the bra and freed her stiff, pink nipples.

"Yeeees!" she hissed as he grabbed a hold of each and squeezed them. The sharp pain mixed with the intense pleasure almost made her buckle. Catching his eye while bouncing up and down, she implored him: "Bite me!"

And he did, finding her right nipple with his sharp teeth; he bit down on it, hard. Again, he took hold off her waist and used his arms and teeth to hold her down against his cock while he renewed the thrusting, pounding away as fast and as hard as he could.

Against this sudden attack, Mrs. Cinders could do nothing but scream out in an earth shattering orgasm, as pain and pleasure became one in her aroused mind.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" she screamed out as she rode him as fast as she could.

I just made her cum, screaming! James thought and the feeling of power and satisfaction that washed over him sent him off the edge too. With one last thrust he shot his load up into Mrs. Cinder eager, waiting pussy.

He collapsed with a deep groan, resting against the couch, as he had when he had cum the first time, not even 15 minutes ago. He felt relaxed as he watched his beautiful Mrs. Cinder come down from her orgasmic bliss and regain the use of her senses. She sent him a tired, happy smile and laid her arms around him, resting her head against his slim chest.

"That," she whispered slowly, "was the best ever." Proudly he embraced her, making her his. Soon after, they both fell arelax.

"Please just stay five more minutes," the desperate Mrs. Cinder begged. James had awoken after about half an hour, still with the sexy woman atop of him, but with cramps in various places. His dick that had rested comfortable inside her had shrunk and fallen out of her well-used cunt.

He had carefully pushed her aside and pulled his pants up, wanting to leave, to get home and ponder everything that had happened but she had woken up too and wanted to cuddle. Against the vulnerable, begging eyes of a woman, James really didn't have a chance, so they had watched a bit of television. Mrs. Cinders couldn't get enough of touching James, she kept running her hands over his skin, giving him soft kisses and adoring smiles. James, who was still very unsure about himself (when he wasn't horny, at least) didn't really know what to do with all of this and wanted to leave.

"No, I eh… I gotta get back home," he tried to explain. When she started to interject he added more powerfully: "I'm going home. If you want me back, you shouldn't act like this…" that shut her up though he could see it was under protest.

She lightened up when she had another thought though. "You should get my phone-numbers. You know… if you want to chat or – something more," she had a little mischievous look in her eye as she said the last part. James eagerly took her number and gave her his.

As he walked home he couldn't believe how his fortune had changed in just one day. From a nerdy virgin without any prospects with any girl, he had gone to give a beautiful woman the best orgasm of her life and having her giving him her number for "something more". The future looked bright for James Hanmister.

---

I miss you and i cant stop thinking about what we did. Goodnight lover. He was lying in his bed when he got the message and it actually warmed his heart. He was quickly forgetting that she was under a love-spell and only focusing on the effects.

He thought about how to answer and decided for something nice but non-specific. It wouldn't hurt to let the good Mrs. Cinders sweat a little: I had a lot of fun tonight maybe well see each other tomorrow. With that thought he fell arelax with happy thoughts of the days to come.

In the house next to his, Mrs. Cinders' relax didn't come as easy. She really couldn't stop thinking about him though she didn't know why – she didn't question how she felt, she just felt it.

"Tomorrow," she whispered to herself as she found her clit with her fingers, "yes, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow!" Faster and faster she rubbed her little pleasure-button while she kept moaning that one word that held promises of more of her James. She squeezed the nipple that was still sore after James' rough biting and felt the echo of the pain he had inflicted to be very exciting. With a last cry of "tomorrow!" she came, an unsatisfying orgasm but still enough to fall arelax on.

---

James awoke to the sound of a high beeping-noise. It took him a second to realise that it wasn't his alarm-clock – which wouldn't ring for another hour – but rather his cell-phone. He wasn't used to anyone calling him, his permisteral circle wasn't that wide.

"What?" he angrily asked into the phone. He hadn't even bothered to check the display – it didn't matter who it was, James was not a morning permister.

"Eh… did I-did I wake you?" the timid voice of Mrs. Cinder answered him, "I really didn't mean to, I just wanted to talk to you." James looked at his alarm-clock. It was 5:50.

"It's ten to six!" he shouted into the phone, "of course you woke me!"

"Oh. Oh, I see. I'm really sorry. I just thought…" her sad little voice trailed off, sounding heartbroken. Even in his tired, cranky mood James felt bad.

"Well, I'm up now…what was on your mind?" he tried to cheer her up - which instantly worked.
"Oh, nothing much, I just woke up and I really wanted to talk to you." Her first thought was to talk to me… wow!

"So… you're still in bed?" he inquired, forgetting about his disturbed relax and focusing on the sexy voice and the even sexier woman behind it.

"Well, yeah…" she said, a little unsure.

"Then tell me: what're you wearing, my little slut," he demanded in a slow, commanding voice.

"Oh, you want to know, Lover?" she teased him, suddenly eager, "hmm, let's see… Do you remember my black bra? Well… I took it off," she whispered in a naughty voice. "And I slept with my titties completely bare. Oh, how I wished you were here to squeeze them like you did last night!"

"Squeeze them for me!" he immediately demanded, "Can you still feel my biting?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!" she moaned, "you bit me right here, right in my little, sensitive nipple with your big, strooong teeth. Oh, it feels so good, to fondle my tits."


All thoughts about interrupted relax was gone; all that was left in James' world was the picture of his neighbour's naked body and his own hard cock. He started stroking it, slowly at first.

"Are you getting wet, slut?" he abruptly asked.

"Let me see… I'm running my hands down my naked body, oh if only they were yours, I'm reaching my panties – but I'm not wearing panties!" she said in mock surprise, "you're sooo right, I am a little slut. Your slut. And your slut is very wet."

James was beating his cock faster now.

"Oh, I just found my clit. Oh, this feels so good… oh, if only I had your powerful cock here now, Lover, oh, I would come in no time if you were fucking me. If you would use me like a little slut, just take me, oh yeah, ooooh!" she moaned, louder and louder.

"Oh cuckolds brownie, you nasty little girl. I'm gonna fuck you soon, oh yeah. Oh yeah," he felt certain she could hear him jacking off, it felt so loud to him.

"Are you gonna cum, Lover? Oh yes, you are, cum on my face, smear it over me, make me lick it off my own face, humiliate me, make me yours!" and with that he grunted loudly into the phone and shot his semen. Most of it landed on his stomach and chest though a little of it dripped to his bedsheet.
"Oh yeees! I can feel your cum on my body, Lover. You white, manly juice, oh yes, oh yes, oooooh!" she cried as she came too, only few seconds after James.

"So when are you coming over," she coyly asked. They had both calmed down a bit after their first phone-sex experience, "if you could get out of the house, I could make you dinner. I'm a great cook – and an even better desert." The last was said with a tempting little laugh.

"Heh. I bet you are. But I don't know… I kinda had some plans for tonight," he said nonchalantly. Though he didn't have plans – and would have cancelled any he might have had – he felt a need to letting her squirm – in desperation and in orgasm. For so long he had longed for her, now it was her turn.

"Oh." He could hear her mood drop like a stone. Then hopefully: "Maybe you could change your plans? Maybe… maybe you'd rather be with me?" He could almost see her huge, pleading eyes.

"Well, it is true that there was no sexy hottie in my other plans…" he said, almost as if he were thinking out loud.

"In this plan, there's a sexy hottie who'll do anything you want," she promised alluringly, trying to tempt him – and succeeding. The familiar feeling in his pants started again.

"Imagine it, Lover," she purred, "you, me, a nice dinner, some good wine, me in something tight and sexy… and after dinner, me on my knees, you and your big cock behind me, making me scream as you fuck me," she actually started to breathe faster as she painted the picture of the evening for him.

"Well, in that case, I suppose I will have to cancel on my friend…" he said, "but you better be wearing something really nice."

"I will always wear something nice for you, Lover."

"Have dinner and yourself ready at five." With that he hung up and went about his daily morning-business, though it was still somewhat early.

---

School was a nightmare for James. For once he couldn't focus on the subjects, no matter what subject it was. All he wanted was to get out of there, as fast as he could. He didn't even bother to look at Penny, the cheerleader who he usually stared at most of class – since having seen Mrs. Cinder dress up for him, Penny looked almost unattractive. Her breasts were smaller, her hair-style was boring, her shoes were flat, her ass was hidden in her pants and her make-up was sloppy. She was… ordinary, next to the exotic Mrs. Cinder.

Mrs. Cinder didn't make it any easier for him. Halfway through the first recess-period he had gotten a message: I found something REALLY tight and sexy to wear for you tonight. Oh i can't wait till you see me in it – and out of it.

Fantasies of Mrs. Cinder in various forms of dresses, gowns, corsets and panty-sets flashed through his mind as he read her message.

He had told his lady that he was staying late and work on some school-work with his study-group and then afterwards the group would have dinner together. Not particularly believable as he never went out but she had bought it anyway.

---

Mrs. Cinder's day wasn't any easier but at least she had a lot to take her mind off the night. The most important of which were of course to figure out what to wear. Last night had been a seduction and nothing but and her outfit had worked perfectly for that. Tonight, she hoped, would be a romantic, candlelit dinner with her and the man she was starting to realise she was in love with. She didn't question this much, she had never been one to stop and analyse her feelings. She just knew that James was the source of her happiness now and he had to be happy with her.

For a romantic dinner, one didn't wear a panty-set, so she started looking through her dresses. It was a long and complicated process that involved picking out each and every dress in her wardrobe and discarding it after careful consideration. "Too old-fashioned, unsexy, ugly, makes my ass look huge, no cleavage, boring, boring, boring…" each dress got a comment as she discarded it.


"Oh yes," she muttered to herself as she found the right one, "this will do. If only it still fits..."

As she happily held the dress out in front of her, she imagined James' face when he saw her in it. James' face… and other parts of James, she thought to herself and giggled a little. She felt younger and more alive than she had in a long time.

Out of nowhere an idea struck her. She stood dumbstruck for a minute and considered all aspects of it and then a wide, predatory smile appeared on her lips. She quickly found a phone and called her good friend and neighbour, Lisa. James' lady answered on the third ring.

"Hello Lisa," she greeted with a happy voice," I have some good news. Remember what you said about visiting your brother in the long weekend coming up? Well, my plans for the weekend fell through and it seems I am able to look after James while you're out of town." She listened to Lisa Hanmister's happy answer and then told her, she'd be right over to discuss the details.

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It was almost five o'clock when James snuck through Mrs. Cinder's garden and up to the door. He was afraid his lady would notice him and glad it was getting dark.

He rang the bell and heard the voice of his lady: "It's open, come in!"

He entered but there was no sign of her. He carefully walked through the hallway and into the living-room. In the middle of the rather large room was a small table with two chairs. The table was covered by a white tablecloth and two plate-settings. The room would have been dark, except for a host of lit candles that created a mystical atmosphere.

From the doorway across the room James heard the telltale 'clack clack' of a pair of high heels, just before a vision appeared before him.

She was clad in a red dress that really was as tight as she had promised on the phone. It was quite thin and very low cut, giving a fantastic view of her amble breasts that were pushed together to make a cleavage that almost made James drool. The red dress clung to her every curve, showing off her flat stomach and generous hips. As she walked, he noticed that the dress had a slit in the left side, giving off fast, enticing views of her thigh.

She was wearing tall red heels in patent leather that matched the dress perfectly.

Her dark red hair was made up in an intricate bun a top of her head, with strands of hair falling down from it, behind her ears, down her neck and ending in a curve that seem to be pointing at her already noticeable chest.

Her face was tastefully made-up. Her dark eyebrows were perfectly even and dark mascara made her eyes look dark and mysterious. Her lips were very dark too, almost lilac and her cheeks were heavily rouged.

The result of all her labour was truly a vision – and one that James couldn't stop staring at.

"Wow!" he exclaimed, to her great joy. She smiled a satisfied and inviting smile and stepped out of the doorway she'd been standing in while James took in her magnificent beauty.

"Mrs. Cinder, you're gorgeous!" he told her with a great smile, "truly gorgeous."

"Why, thank you," she smiled coyly and did a slow turn for his benefit. He noticed how the dress was even deeper cut on the back, leaving a lot of tempting skin bare – and how it clung to her perfectly shaped ass. As she once again turned to him she walked to him, carefully setting one foot in front of the other, giving her hips a nice sway in the high heels.

She reached out to him and he hugged her to him, pressing her face into his chest. She didn't seem to mind though, as she took a deep breath of his scent and gave a happy little sigh as she rested in his arms. They stood there for a long time, not breaking the hug. He was unable to completely comprehend everything – and she was just happy where she was.

Finally though he broke the hug and powerd his eyes away from her.

"It certainly looks good, Mrs. Cinder. What are we having?" he asked.

Me, she thought but answered a blur of French or Italian that James neither understood nor cared to. She led him to the nearest chair and went to the kitchen again, giving him a great view as she left. She returned immediately though, carrying a tray with a sort of baked potatoes and two slices of meat. She had also found a bottle of wine.

"Would you please open this?" she asked in a helpless little-girl voice, "I'm afraid it takes a strong man like yourself to get it up…" Full of confidence James opened it (after some struggle) and poured them each a glass of wine. Then they started the dinner.

"This is really good," he informed her while greedily eating of the splendid meal. Her heart soared with his compliment.

"I'm so glad you like it," she said with a low voice, "I made it just for you." Indeed, she didn't really touch much of the meat, just some potato and some salad. She knew she couldn't eat too much in her dress or it would stop looking sexy.

"But," she said and leaned in over the table, making sure he couldn't keep eye-contact, "if you think this is good, you should look forward to the desert." Still staring at her tits he remembered the desert she had promised him and nervously swallowed a large sip of wine. Then he gave her a grin: "I can't wait."
"Ooh… you'll have to though," she said and winked at him," it'll be worth it."

He continued eating, his dick harder than ever.

"Your lady is leaving in two days you know," she suddenly informed him. It took some time before he put what she said into context and at the thought of his lady his erection disappeared. "Oh?" he sullenly asked, "she found someone to…" his voice trailed off, he didn't want to admit that his lady thought he needed a babysitter – and indeed refused to leave if she didn't find one – at age nineteen.

"Yes," she quietly said and stood up, "me. And I promised her," she said as she slowly swayed her way around the table to him, "I'd keep a strict eye," she bowed down and carefully licked a bit of meat-sauce off his chin, "on you." The last two words she whispered into his ear. "Imagine - Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday: no one but you and me. Plenty of time to really," she carefully took one of his fingers and engulfed it with her sensual mouth. She slowly pulled it out while staring him in the eyes, radiating raw, sexual energy, "get to know each other."

With that she stood back up and went back to her chair. James took a huge sip of his wine, trying to calm his nerves. Four days of 'getting to know' Mrs. Cinder! Wow!

"Isn't that gonna be great?" she asked, suddenly getting nervous about his lack of response. What if he doesn't want me to interfere? What if he doesn't want ME to be his sitter? I thought it would be perfect – maybe I should have asked him first… What if he's getting tired of me? she thought with a rising feeling of panic, "I didn't mean to…" she started, weakly trying to apologise, to make it right, to make him forgive her. He looked at her, at her frightened eyes and saw her line of thought. He leaned in, wanting to make a lasting impression.

"Four days alone with the sexy Mrs. Cinder? It's gonna be the best four days of my life!" he said with a feeling. It was true that he wanted her to be nervous sometimes, wanting her to squirm, but the look in her eyes cut his heart. The glowing smile she sent him made it beat a lot faster though.

It was a little odd to James how quickly she had gone from a self-assured seductress to a little girl who was afraid of angering him. Oh well, he thought, that's love, I guess.

"I know what you mean. I really enjoy spending time with you," she told him in a shy voice. He could see her flush even through her rouge, "I think I'm really falling for you." She looked down, unable to see him in the eyes.

He went to her, leaned in and gave her a long, slow kiss. He pressed his eager mouth against her soft, sweet lips. She responded in kind and opened up to invite his tongue in and he reached around her and hugged her.

What had started as a soft kiss of love quickly grew into a demanding kiss of passion. He pushed his mouth against hers and his hands started to roam her soft body. From her shoulders, his hands quickly found their way to the supple mounds of her breasts. But as a soft moan escaped from her mouth and into his, she suddenly broke the kiss.
"No, not yet," she said, struggling to regain her breath, "I have a special desert planned for you. Go and wait in the bedroom – I'll be right in."


While James went to her bedroom, Mrs. Cinder took the 'special desert' from the fridge and found the zipper in her dress and unzipped it. She moved carefully, as the dress would drop off with a fast, sudden move.
James was waiting in her king-sized bed when she got in. He had quickly gotten out of his clothes and was waiting impatiently for her. He was slowly stroking his growing erection, anticipating what was about to happen.

Mrs. Cinder walked leisurely into the room. She stopped in front of the bed and with a quick pull her tight red dress fell to the floor.

She was naked underneath. James sat up in the bed staring at his beautiful neighbour. He realised that this was the first time he saw her completely naked. Since she usually sun-bathed in her bikini, she had bikini-lines across her hips and breasts. Somehow those white lines turned James on insanely…

Though she was in her 30'es her boobs had almost no sag. They were big and firm with large nipples that pointed straight at him. Her pussylips were shaved bare but she had a dark landing-strip above it.

In her right hand she was holding a can of whipped cream.

"Here's your desert, as promised," she declared as she shook the can. With dawning understanding, James saw how she stuck out her cute little tongue and shot a little ball of cream on it. Still with her tongue sticking out she crawled into the bed and up to him. He met her halfway, giving her a slow, deep French kiss. Their tongues intervened and the sweet taste of whipped cream mixed with the even sweeter taste of Mrs. Cinder's mouth. He tried to embrace her and pull her down with him, but she just laughed and shook her head.

"You haven't finished your desert!" she giggled and sprayed a line of whipped cream from one nipple to the other, "eat it up!" He did so - very willing!

"Ooh, yes," she moaned as his tongue lazily licked up the whipped cream from her nipple, "yeees. Harder!"
As he followed the trail of whipped cream and found the other nipple, he greedily sucked it into his mouth. "God, yes!" she whispered. She still had the can so she lay down on her back – James keeping his mouth on her nipple followed suit – and aimed the can between her legs and fired it off.

"There's more, Lover," she sighed. He grinned at her and lowered his head between her legs. He didn't really know what to do so he followed the whipped cream. He started out slowly and licked it off from the top down.

"Oh yes, oh yes, that's the spot!" she suddenly whined. Figuring he had done something right, he focused his efforts, "oh you know how to treat a lady!"

She lay down more comfortable and spread her legs wider, easing James' job.

"Shit, Lover, that's good. Oh, yeah, you see that little knot? You just had it… YES! That's the one, oh yeah!" She thrashed around and grabbed one of his hands. Almost shaking she took on of his fingers and placed it at the entrance to her cunt.

"Oh yes," she moaned, writhing in pleasure, "stick your big hands in my little pussy, oh, oh, oh yeees!"

But pussylicking wasn't really James' thing. He didn't care overly much for the taste – and it wasn't doing anything for him. He got up and grabbed a hold of Mrs. Cinder's hips and tried to turn her over, remembering her earlier promised about fucking her from behind: "On your knees," he told her.

"Wha'?" she asked confused at first but followed his order. Enthusiastically, even, once she realised what he had in mind, "oh, you're gonna fuck me like a dog, are you?" she moaned. With careful aim, James entered her cunt. The soft right feeling was even greater this time. Her legs were gathered instead of spread, so it seemed so much tighter.

"Ahhh…" he sighed as he entered her. He grabbed a hold of her shoulders, both for balance and control.

"Oh yes!" she cried as he started to fuck her, using his grip on her shoulders to press her body back against his cock, "take me, take me like a dog! Wruf! Wruf! Wruf!" With each thrust she gave a little bark.

He liked doggy-style; the only problem was to hold his orgasm back, just a little while, at least till she had cum too. He leaned down over her back, "rub your clit," he hissed at her. She obeyed fast, rubbing her cunt just below where he was fucking it.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my!" she moaned, arching her back she thrust her head backwards. Her bun had loosened up somewhat, James noticed. Acting on instinct, he took a hold of her soft hair and pulled on it.

The sharp, unexpected pain made cry out but it quickly turned into a pleasure moan. "Oh God, I'm so yours! You… are… the… best… EVER!" she screamed the last part out, "I'm yours, I'm your slut, your doggie, your anything!" With that her cunt contracted in a heavy orgasm that also sent James over the edge. "Yaaaah!" he yelled and with a last jerk on her hair his cum shot into her pussy. He stood for a moment behind her, over her, still with a fistful of her hair in his hand. Then he collapsed a top of her, resting on her tight ass-cheeks, his cock still deep in the secret cave of Mrs. Cinder.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"I meant what I said, you know," Mrs. Cinder said, looking into his eyes. They were standing in the hallway, both dressed – or James was dressed, Mrs. Cinder was wearing a bra and a pair of panties. She had wanted to put on something more but James had stopped her, saying he liked her like that. He was starting to get a feel for dominance, enjoying ordering her what to do, controlling how they had sex, even telling her what to wear. And each time he asserted his dominance, she willingly submitted to his desire. She found it to be a turn-on, to bow to his command – and she was flattered that he wanted her in this state of undress. She had been a little afraid that he would find her old or unattractive but to her great relief that certainly wasn't the case. Though he had just cum, he had a little trouble not staring at the generous curves of her boobs – James was indeed a tit-man. She had already known this but confirmation was always welcome. In the back of her mind, she made a notion always to wear something with cleavage or at least something tight across the chest when she was to see him.

"Hmm?" he asked, a bit unfocused. Between her tits, him having just had sex for the second time and having to explain to his lady why he came home this late, it was probably to be expected.

"I meant it. About being yours," she repeated in a serious voice, "you're the only one I'm a slut for, but if you like it, I'll be it. I'll be whatever you desire."

He smiled but didn't really know how to answer. He gave her a quick kiss and went out the door.

---

The next day was a boring reminder of his life before Mrs. Cinder. He got up, did his usual morning business and went to school without hearing from her. He considered calling or texting but didn't really know what to say. Though he liked the dominance, it was still new to him – having a woman to dominate was new to him – and he didn't really know how.

Mrs. Cinder on her part was busy. Not wanting to disturb him again, as she had done the previous morning, she stayed off the phone, though she kept hoping he would call or text. She kept checking her mobile, but no messages came.

Unlike James though, her day wasn't anything like it had been just a few days ago. After having cleaned up after the dinner the night before (and changed the sheets) she started to plan a little. She would have four days together with her man, four wonderful days. But she also had a vague feeling of dread, what if he gets bored with me? She'd do anything to make sure that didn't happen, so she was trying to plan something they could do.

She made a document in Words, trying to organise it a bit.

"Sex," she wrote and giggled a bit. "Oh yeah," she whispered with an anticipating smile, "He's gonna fuck my brains out." The very thought brought a pleasant tingle between her legs.

But she wouldn't get sidetracked; she needed something to do in between sex. She wanted him to stay with her all four days, not go home to relax or have fun. Or go visit friends when he should be with me!

The problem was she didn't really know what he wanted to do. Would he want to go out to dinner with her, to the movies? Did he even want to be seen with her in public? She was keenly aware of the age-difference and the need to keep their love secret from his lady (her love at least but she preferred to think of it as him being in love with her too). But what about everyone else - would he feel ashamed to be seen with an old broad like herself?

God, she prayed not.

When he got home, James got quite a shock. In the living-room his lady was entertaining a guest – his Mrs. Cinder. He felt a pang of jealousy towards his lady for sharing a part of Mrs. Cinder's life without him. Ignoring it, and remembering he didn't want a sitter, he sullenly greeted them both.

"Hey mum. Mrs. Cinder," with that he went upstairs to his room.

The ladies stopped their chattering as he passed and after a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Mrs. Cinder said, "I'd like to talk to him, if you don't mind. Just to make sure he… well, you know." She was almost certain it was an act, that he'd be happy to see her but there was still a nervous twinge in her stomach.
"I hope he won't scare you away," James' lady said with a little laugh. Mrs. Cinder merely smiled, if only you knew…

She knocked on his door and entered. He was sitting on his bed, looking a bit sullen, like the angry teenager he really was. She sent him a disarming smile as she closed the door behind her.

He smiled back, a bit weakly but then he noticed her clothing: A baggy sweater and a pair of jeans.

"I thought you always were gonna dress nice for me?" he asked accusingly.

"I dressed like this for your lady," she answered him, unmoved by his accusation. Then in a quick, fluid motion she pulled the sweater over her head and moved on to unzip and unbutton her jeans. She shook them off and stepped out of them – standing only in black bra and a pair of tiny black panties.

"I dress like this for you," she whispered. He was still sitting on the bed but now he didn't look angry or sullen – he looked shocked and very interested. She held out her arms, letting him inspect her near-naked glory, and noticing how his eyes were drawn to her boobs.

She sat down next to him and wasted no time. Greedily she kissed him, letting him taste the sweetness of her full, soft lips. Her hands roamed his chest, stroking him, caressing him, before they moved further south. Reaching his pants, she unzipped him and released his already-erect cock. She slid down from the bed, down to the floor where she sat on her knees in front of him.
"We don't have much time," she said with a wink and with that she took the tip of his dick in her mouth. Her right hand started jerking the shaft slowly, while she focused on the head with her tongue and lips.

"Mhm," she moaned, though muffled by his dick. He responded with a low groan that only encouraged her. Sucking lovingly on the head, she stroked the shaft faster and faster. She began bobbing her head in symphony, taking more and more of his cock in her mouth.

"Oh fuck," he groaned and took a hold of her head. Using his grip to guide her, he began to thrust in and out, commandeering the control.

"Glargh!" she gagged as his thrusts became deeper and deeper, but unable – and *** – to stop him in anyway as he rammed his cock down her throat. She could only sit still and take it. The presentation of it all – her on her knees, on the floor, him powering his cock down her throat without her being able to stop it – turned her on to no end. She almost started rubbing her clit but remembered where she was. It wouldn't do to come down to Lisa, smelling of pussyjuices…

"Oh yeah!" James hissed as he powerd her head all the way down on his cock, letting her nose rest against his pubic-hair. He held her there for a second before releasing her, then he powerd her down again, and finally came. Mrs. Cinder felt how string after string was shot into her mouth and directly down her throat. She wanted to taste some though, so she pulled her head almost off his cock, letting the last drops land on her tongue.

"So good," she murmured with closed eyes as she tasted James' thick fluids. And to her it really was – maybe not because of the taste itself but what it symbolised: James' desire for her. She had a vague feeling that for every time he came because of her – no matter if it was a blowjob, over the phone or regular sex – she cemented their relationship a bit more. And for that, she'd take as many throat-fuckings as he'd give her.

There wasn't much time to savour his taste though. She quickly got dressed again and gave him a quick peck on the cheek (she didn't think he'd appreciate to taste his own cum) and went downstairs to Lisa again, relieved that he still wanted her.

"So?" James' lady asked.

Mrs. Cinder smiled at Lisa, still with the taste of her mister's sperm in her mouth, "I think we'll manage just fine, Lisa." Just fine indeed, she thought as she swallowed the last bit of cum.

They talked some more and made arrangements. Lisa was to depart early the next morning.

---

James hadn't given much thought as to what to do during the upcoming long weekend. Vague ideas about Mrs. Cinder were as far he'd come in his planning – which was strange, considering his normal need to plan out everything to avoid unpleasant surprises. What was gonna happen though, he was sure it would be good.

As he lay in his bed the morning of his lady's departure, he found himself pondering what they were gonna do. They hadn't spent a lot of time together, only just sex, really. What did one do with a girl in-between sex? he wondered. According to various movies one took her to the cinema, or to dinner or to the mall.

I guess we'll do that then, he figured. She'd have to pay though, he thought sadly, his male-pride hurt a little.

His lady was almost out the door when he finally came down. As soon as she saw him, she started firing off last-minute instructions as if he couldn't handle himself for 4 days. He listened with half an ear. Finally she seemed to be done, so he got a goodbye kiss and she was off.

Mum's gone and i'm lying in my bed naked. You coming? he texted to Mrs. Cinder. It wasn't a very pleasant message, he knew that. But though strong feelings for her were growing inside him, he felt a need to be commanding with her. She also seemed to like it, her immediate response was: How could i resist? Kisses!

It only took a minute before he heard the front-door and then a resounding 'clack-clack' on the stairs. When she pushed open the door, he saw that she was still true to her word about dressing nice for him. She was wearing a very short miniskirt, in an artificial pink colour and a tight, white tube-top with pink hearts. Like most of the clothes she wore for him, it was very thin – he could easily see her stiff nipples through it, and it was so short it only just covered her breasts. Her flat stomach was completely bare.

Her usual tasteful make-up was outrageous for once. She had screaming pink lips and her eyes were surrounded by beautiful pink and red patterns. Her dark hair was made up in a very high, complex hair-do.

If she'd been tall and blonde, she'd have looked like a Barbie-doll.

He grinned at her, a possessive, leering grin: "If the neighbours saw you, they'd start talking, you know." He held out his arms to her, inviting her into the bed to him.

"They're already talking about me. I'm just here as a good neighbour," she said with a wicked grin as she crawled in the bed and instantly felt his hands take her into possession. She wormed her way deeper into his embrace, lying with her back to him in a spooning position. Her grin grew even wider when she felt something hard and stiff poke her in her lower-back.

"Seems you've missed me," she said as she reached around and softly touched it. It responded to her touch and she started to gently stroke it. It was a little difficult to reach but she made do the best she could. In response to her teasing, he stuck his hand down between her legs – which she invitingly parted for him – and up under her short skirt.
"No panties?" he asked intrigued, as his hand didn't meet any fabric between her soft thighs.

"Well, you did write you were naked," she replied brazenly, "how else was I suppose to dress?"

He laughed a little but continued to explore her. First he only found the outer lips but once he opened them up, he found a new, soft –and very wet – world. He stroked her up and down, up and down and every time he passed the little hard knob, she took a sharp intake of breath. He moved around a bit to be able to reach better and moved away from the little knob. Down below, he gingerly discovered the little, warm hole that gave so much pleasure. It was almost dripping. Curious, he pushed a finger inside and was amazed when Mrs. Cinder all but buckled. "Yeah, Lover," she breathed, "more. Stick your big fingers into my little hole."


He slowly eased his finger inside and it slid in without any real resistance. "Oh yes, so big in little me," the beautiful woman moaned, "it feels so good! Mhm… you know what I'd really like, Lover?" she suddenly asked and without waiting for a reply, "if you bit me!"

That confused him a little. The only place he could really reach was the back of her head and her neck. She arched her delicate neck, totally baring it for him, "Please, Lover?"

He sank his teeth into her tanned skin and at the same time he plunged an extra finger into her.

"Oh yeeees!" she hissed as she writhed in pure pleasure, "so good!"

Biting her sent a shiver through him as well. Something about the basic, domineering act just turned him on incredibly and made his cock strain against her ass.


When he released her she looked over her shoulder and said just two words with an almost pleading look: "Fuck me." They shifted around so she ended up on her back and him above her. He lowered himself down, his baton-hard cock slowly gliding into her, like his finger had a moment before. "Oh yeah, that's the right stuff," she sighed, "that's how it should be, me on my back with your big cock in me, oh yes."

As always her words edged him on. He had tons of porn, but her words (and other sounds) were by far the sexiest he'd ever heard. As soon he entered her, he more or less lost all conscious thought and his instincts took over. Neither of them was really interested in a gentle lover and with a hard grip of her thighs he started to pound into her, fast and hard.

"Fuck, yes, fuck me!" she screamed loudly as his cock hammered deep inside her, "fuck your little slut, oh make me cum."

Remembering how much she loved having her nipples played with, he reached up to them. They stood out against the thin fabric, like two little towers. He tried for a second to get under the top but it was too tight. Frustrated and totally lost in a feeling of power and control, he took hold of it and ripped a large slit in it. Her large, tanned breasts with the tell-tale tan-line were suddenly visible and within easy reach.

Shocked, Mrs. Cinder stopped moving and stared at him with huge eyes. Then she laughed impressed, and eagerly wrapped her soft legs around him, pressing him closer to her – and further inside her. Admiringly she ran her hands up and down his biceps, "so strong and manly," she murmured, "take your woman! Take me hard!"

With her legs wrapped around him, his cock reached spot it hadn't before, and each thrust sent waves of intense pleasure through them both. Her nipples that stuck out through the ruined top were just begging to be touched. He lowered his mouth to the nearest one and took it in. He heard her take a sharp intake of breath as he sunk his teeth into her hard nipple.

"Yah!" she sighed and let her hands run through his short hair, "bite me, mark me!" In her excited brain the pain from her nipple made for an even greater sexual high. Combined with the pleasure from her pussy, she was quickly nearing the edge of orgasm.

He sped up his thrusting slightly, sensing she was near. He needed to prove himself a capable lover, if to no other then to himself.

"Fuck… me… fuck… me…" she almost chanted, one word every time his cock plunged into her delightful depths. With one final scream of "meeee!" she let the waves of total pleasure wash over her as the orgasm shook her. She shook with pleasure as she slowly came down from her incredible orgasm.

When he felt her cuming James pulled out of her, giving her no warning. He got up and moved to her head and started jacking off. She opened her eyes; a little confused but understood what he was doing. Smiling a little sexy smile, she arched her face up towards his cock and closed her eyes.

"Cum on me, Lover, cum on your slut. It's every man's duty to mark his territory, are you gonna mark yours?! Uhm, I can't wait to taste your strong cum again!"
Who could hold against a slut begging you to cum on her face? After just a few moments he let loose with a loud "Nnnngh". Long, white strands of his sticky juice flew out of his cock and landed on her up-turned face. The first line hit her cleanly across the face, from cheek till cheek across her nose, the next one up in her hair. Then she closed her mouth around the cockhead and the rest of his goo went down her willing throat.

She slurped loudly when he had finished cuming, smiling like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted. With careful movements, James scooped up some of the cum from her face on his finger and held it out to her. Looking into his eyes, she slowly let it into her mouth and licked it clean.

"So good, Lover."

---

"Do you have any fantasies?" she suddenly asked him. They were still lying in bed, him on his back and her halfway atop of him. He was still naked his cock spent for now though – she was wearing her ruined top and her miniskirt was still pulled up to her stomach. Her pretty face was a mess though, spots of cum were drying everywhere.

"Yeah," he bluntly stated. Then in a softer voice: "You. You've been my fantasy for so long now…"

She blushed and smiled at him, a lover's smile. She would have kissed him but knew he wouldn't appreciate to get his own dried cum smeared on him. "You're so sweet, but I was thinking about more specific. Is there anything you want me to do?" She damned her insecurities but she had to know if there was anything she could do better. He smiled shyly at her, "I really enjoy dominating you, you know like some S/M or something. And I like it when I'm rough with you, like biting or pulling your hair. And I love when you talk dirty…" he said and added with an afterthought: "There's one thing though. You know how in the porn-flicks, the girls are always taking it up their ass? Next time, we'll do that."


Anal-sex, huh? She thought, why do they always want a girl's ass? She'd never liked that kind of sex but she knew she'd do it for James – as often as he'd like to, actually. She felt so submissive with him and the thought of having sex she didn't really like just because he wanted it, sent a shiver down her spine. On the other hand, she'd never liked pain or domination in sex before either – maybe she would enjoy getting fucked in the ass by James, just like she liked everything else he did to her.
"You want to ravage my tiny little butt with your huge cock?" she said in a little-girl voice, thinking that she'd need to get some lube.

"Oh yeah," he said and placed a possessive hand on her ass. Another shiver went down her spine.


They both lay in their own thought for a second, then she cautiously asked: "What are your plans for the weekend?"

"Hmm?" he asked, torn out of his thoughts about fucking her in the ass, "what do you mean?"
"Well, have you thought about it, where to stay and what to do?" she continued. He just shrugged, "I had planned to spend as much time as possible inside you, not much else, to be honest." His casual comment made her heart race, as it did every time he mentioned a desire to be with her.

"I was kinda hoping you would stay at my place. Till your mum comes home, of course," she quickly added. "Imagine if you woke up tonight and were horny? Wouldn't it be nice if I were right next to you?" she said with huge eyes, desperately trying to get him to move in with her. It would be a crushing blow to her self-worth if he said no.

"You're right, it would be awful if I had to call and have you come over here," he said with a grin. She blushed – she knew she'd come if he did call her with that message.

"I'll stay with you. A man should stay with his woman when he can. Especially when the woman is a hot little slut," he said. She smiled to him, happy to be his woman – and his hot little slut.

Not long after that James fell arelax. Mrs. Cinder lay awoke though, planning. She knew she had to go shop for food and other stuff. She wondered if James would go with her – her insecurities about him being willing to be seen in public with resurfacing. Another part of her was planning what to wear, "something nice" she smiled to herself, and how to… entertain her new houseguest.

They packed a small bag for James and smuggled it and his laptop (which he refused to leave behind) into her house. She had changed out of her ruined top and the miniskirt, thinking that in broad daylight it was a tad too obvious. James lent her some clothes.

"You'll keep my mark on you though, of course," James casually said as she changed her clothes. She looked puzzled first before she remembered the dried-up sperm on her face. She blushed but at the same time felt the familiar tingle between her legs. Submissively, she nodded.

As they went to her house, she kept looking around at the neighbouring houses. She felt them judge her, somehow, as if they knew what she was and what she was doing: a slut who was seducing her friend's teenage neighbour. She'd have felt ashamed if she wasn't so proud. He had marked her, he wanted her – she had the proof sprayed all over her face!

She realised then and there that she didn't care what everyone thought about her relationship. It was only for James' sake that she'd keep it secret – she was almost sorry she'd changed out of her slut-clothes. With that realisation she stood a little taller, a little prouder as she followed her new man into her home.

They had barely made it indoor when James turned to her and told her he was hungry. She smiled sweetly at him and as the good little housewife she'd once been, she went to the kitchen and sliced some bread. He continued on into the living-room.

When she'd made some egg-and-ham-sandwiches she placed them on a tray and went into the living-room – where James had been quite busy. He'd hooked up his laptop to her large flat screen TV and was watching some film or series she couldn't recognise.

"My, my," she said in an admiring voice, "aren't you the technician?" He just smiled at her and took a sandwich.

"I was thinking we'd go to the mall, when I've eaten – and you've showered and changed into something… nice." He said. She was noticing he was neither ordering, nor commanding. More like suggesting. To change was of course no suggestion and she would have done so anyway.

She nodded at his suggestion, "sounds like a good idea. Enjoy yourself, I'll be right back." His focus had already shifted back to the screen and he just nodded.

As she went upstairs to her bedroom she felt light as a feather. Her heart was racing and she couldn't stop smiling (though it was a little hard with the sperm-crust on her face): He didn't mind to be seen with her! He had even suggested it!

She'd have to wear something extra special. Something she could be seen in, in public but also something that without mistake led the thoughts to sex. Something tight, short and with a deep neckline. She showered quickly, though she did enjoy long showers, she didn't want to keep her man waiting and she still didn't know what to wear.

She almost felt bad when the hot water washed James' juices from her face.

Oh well, she thought, I'm sure we can do it again…

Stepping out of the shower, she went through her wardrobe, looking for something appropriate for her first outing with her new lover. She ended up with a black skirt, not as outrageous short as the one she wore this morning but it still only reach midway down her thigh. With it she wore a light-blue tank top that was several sizes too small. It reached her navel but no further and it was so tight across her chest that it might be difficult to take too deep breaths. It worked perfectly with the blue push-up bra she wore underneath, that pushed her tits up and out. She was sure James would approve of her cleavage...

Her first thought had been to go panty-less like she had earlier but if she was to be with James all day… well, she'd probably need something to stop her from dripping on the floor. She also decided on a pair of black, ordinary stockings. She felt that her fishnet-stockings were a bit over the top – she only wore those for James, not for the strangers at mall. A pair of dark pumps completed the outfit. Her make-up was quickly done – dark, heavy eye-shadow, thick, black mascara and a dark lip-stick and a quick touch of rouge.

She just took a brush through her hair, not having the time to set it up like she'd want to.

She looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. A sex-bomb, she thought, and went to show James -

Who had left the house.

She quickly went from room to room, but there was no sign of him. Fighting a rising sense of panic she figured he had gone home.

Why would he go home? She thought nervously. She wasn't gone that long, was she? Had he changed his mind, didn't he want to stay with her? Was he already tired of her?
Then she heard her front-door open and closed and his footsteps as he came back in.

"Mrs. Cinder?" he asked loudly, trying to locate her. She let out a deep breath she didn't even know she was holding and answered.

"Wow," he said as he saw her, "very nice, Mrs. Cinder!" She smiled, relieved that he was back and liked what he saw.

"Thank you," she smiled and leaned forward a little, in what she hoped was a discrete way of showing off her cleavage.

"But you washed off my mark, I see…" he said with a slight frown. Confused she nodded – was he unhappy about that? He had told her to take a shower after all; did he really want her to walk around the mall with his cum on her face?

"Well, not to worry," he said, "I know how to fix it. 'Cause you're right, of course. I really do need to mark my woman. Take off your top," that last came out in a stern, commanding voice. Still confused she did as he told her. Did he want to come on her again? Once her bra was bared he grabbed her left tit and lifted it out the tight cup. Then he showed what he'd been hiding behind his back.

A thick, black magic-marker. Carefully he wrote a ten centimetre tall, black J on her left breast, before putting it back in its cup again. Then he took her right breast and wrote a B in the same size. "Take your top back on," he said, satisfied with his work. She was more confused than ever, though she understood what he meant about marking her. She felt a submissive tingle between her legs and knew she was very wet already. The JB-markings were clearly visible above her neckline – and a pair of sharp eyes would see the outlining through her tank-top.

"What's JB?" she asked almost breathlessly. It took every ounce of strength now to start rubbing her pussy.

He smiled at her, "James' Bitch, of course," he said, as if it were obvious.

"Oh my God!" she moaned, and stopped fighting her desire. With an expertise born of experience, she stuck her hand down between her thighs and found her clit. She sat down on the nearest chair and started rubbing, chanting "James' Bitch, James' Bitch, James' Bitch" loudly. Her other hand was busy pinching and pulling her nipples.

He just looked at her with a surprised expression and a rising erection. Then he went to her, unbuttoned his pants and stuck his cock in her face. Hungrily, she took it in her mouth, though she kept rubbing her clit. Mrs. Cinder's willing presentation to him turned him on greatly. It turned him even more on to see how excited she became after her new mark.

Her blowjob was sloppy though, as her focus was split between cuming herself and getting him off, so he grabbed a hold of her face with both hands and started fucking her face, much like he had fucked her cunt a couple of hours earlier.

He hammered his cock down her throat again and again. For some reamister the gag-sound she made aroused him even further and it didn't take long before he shot his load into her mouth. They didn't have time for a new shower, so he made sure to come inside her mouth this time. She swallowed as much as she could, though a bit rand down her chin – a sexy sight to the young man, indeed.

Her throat was sore and her mouth tasted liked sperm – which spurred the horny woman on even more. With a last shout of "James' Bitch", she came in a thunderous orgasm that lasted for several seconds.

---

"I was thinking we'd go to the mall on 3rd street," she said as she drove the car out her driveway. It was a nice car, a blue Audi. James had no idea how much money Mrs. Cinder had but he knew she didn't work much.

"Yeah?" he answered, "I know that one. It's rather good." It was in the other end of town and the odds of meeting anyone either of them knew was rather slim.
"I've been there a couple of times," she said and headed there.

"This is a nice car, Mrs. Cinder," he said after they had driven a while, looking at the fancy dashboard, "must have been expensive."

"It was," she said and stared hard at the traffic, "but it was my bastard ex-husband who paid for it." This was the first he heard about him, so he got curios, "What happened?"
"He cheated on me with some blonde bimbo, almost half his age," she spat out, not recognising the irony of telling that to her nineteen year old lover. James didn't comment on it, though.

"I know I'm supposed to say: I'm sorry, but I'm really not," he told her with a smile, "his loss is my gain, after all. What an idiot…" He put a possessive hand on her thigh, just where her stockings ended. She looked at him and gave him a loving, beautiful smile.

"Your gain indeed, Lover," she said with a wink, "and mine. No more boring sex for me, just orgasm after orgasm." She could almost see his ego grow and it pleased her.

"The divorce-court saw my side of things and I got half the estate. He was a useless lover but a successful stock-broker, so I had money enough to buy a house. Since I have no rent, and small expenses I could probably live the rest of my life without working but it'd be dull. So I work a couple of days a week at the bookstore in Livingston Mall," she told him.

He took it all in and marvelled at how perfect his and her life fit together. She was available to him almost whenever he wanted, economic independent and 'free on the market' so to speak.

"Of course," she said in a low voice, "I may have to pick up some extra shifts. I'll have to keep my closet stuck with sexy clothes to keep my new lover interested…" They both grinned at that.

They parked at the lot and went inside. Neither of them failed to notice the blatant attention they both got from the other shoppers. Her clothing alone would have made sure everyone noticed her but she was with a lover far younger and two letters were written on her very inviting chest.

They could see people try to make sense of it all and heard more than one mutter "JB?"

They walked randomly around. Mrs. Cinder didn't know why they were there, though she'd made a little shopping-list in her head. James didn't really know either; a trip to the mall had just seemed like something to do.

"What are we shopping for," she finally asked. James just looked at her and shrugged. She raised an eyebrow in a silent question.

"I just wanted to take my girlfriend to the mall," he said defensively.

Andrea Cinder's heart melted. She was his girlfriend! Not just his slut, his bitch or his woman. She was his girlfriend, his equal. Spontaneous, she hugged him as hard as she could, pressing her face into his chest. With dawning comprehension, he laid his arms around her too.

When she finally looked at him, she had actual tears in his eyes but a happy smile on her lips.

They decided to just walk around. Mrs. Cinder felt a little silly but she couldn't stop smiling. She was sure on-lookers could see she was in love (she ignored the thought that not too many people were looking at her face). James had taken her hand and she held on to his for dear life. She had considered taking him into a changing room and blow him (or fuck him, if the mood struck) but decided against it – for now she just wanted to be his girlfriend – she'd be his horny slut when they got home.

They ended up in a computer-store. James looked through the shelves, not really looking for anything – until he suddenly found something.

"Mrs. Cinder, how about a couple of these?" he asked excitedly and held up a cardboard box. She looked at it: a webcam. She pondered for a second, and then sent him an understanding smile. "Hmm… how good is the quality of such a thing?" she wondered out loud. He moved in close to her and whispered in her ear: "Very good. I'll be able to see every… little… detail." She flushed a bit but nodded and went to find a salesman. Dressed as she was, it didn't take long to get the attention though some guy should have had help before her.


"What can I do for you?" the salesman – whose name was Bob – asked her chest. She could see him trying to get a better glimpse of her cleavage and wondering what JB was and for some reamister she found it entertaining. So she smiled at him and asked for his opinion in webcams. Boasting with knowledge and a need to impress her, Bob talked and talked about this and that webcam, his eyes flashing up and down between her cleavage and her eyes.

In the end though, she bought two of the ones James had pointed out. But when she looked around, James was nowhere to be found. He had been there just a second ago but he must have left the store while she talked to Bob.

She walked quickly out the store and looked around, noticing him standing outside a store fifteen metres away, staring at her with a dark expression. She immediately went to him, giving him a confused smile. She could tell something was wrong when a thought hit her, he's jealous.

"Hey Lover," she greeted, wondering what was going to happen. She had a vague feeling of dread but suppressed it. It didn't help that he refused to answer though.

"Where to next?" she asked, trying to sound hearty but failing miserably.

"I dunno," he angrily answered, "back to your new best friend? I'm sure Bob won't mind your company – he'd probably welcome something to stare at!" James crossed his arms across his chest, looking unapproachable.

She looked at him heart-broken, suddenly on the verge of tears. Everything had been so good, now it all seemed to go down the drain.
"I don't care about him," she exclaimed, not caring that nearby people could hear her, "I just want to go home with you!" With a sudden jerk, she pulled down her top, showing off her lettering. "James' Bitch!" she cried, "James'! Not random salesman's, not anyone else's, just yours! Please, let's go home together. Like boyfriend and girlfriend, bitch and owner, slut and lover, anything, just together!" she pleaded.

Slowly the anger faded from his eyes; and he just looked hurt and confused. He reached out for her and she went into his embrace, openly crying.

---

"I'm sorry I got upset," he said, "I just got so jealous when I saw that guy drool over you – and you liking it…" They were in the car, on the way home. She looked at him, honestly not expecting an apology – even a passive-aggressive one as this.

"No, no, Lover, no need to apologise. You're right, I- I should have said something to that salesman. You're the only one I want to drool over me," she answered. He nodded satisfied and she got the feeling that it was what he was after all along. Oh well, she really should have and if it kept him happy, she'd take the blame.

"Actually," she added with an afterthought, "I think you want other men to drool over me…" she indicated her outfit that certainly had caused more than a few stares – and the letters JB on her breasts, drawing everyone's attention to her marvellous chest.

He flushed. After a few minutes he nodded, almost reluctantly, "It does feel good to walk hand in hand with someone looking like you do." She giggled at him.

He had had a thought though and wouldn't get sidetracked. From the more hardcore part of his vast porn-experience he had gotten an idea, an excellent idea in his own eyes, actually. "However much I may like others staring at you, that was still very naughty what you did in the store. Very naughty…" his line of thought trailed off before he picked it up again, "In fact, I think it was so naughty that you deserve a punishment." He looked at her with a wide wolf-like smile – from what he'd read on the internet (and seen in his ever-growing collection of porn) a punishment was something undeniable sexy.

Mrs. Cinder didn't have quite his knowledge of porn but she picked up his meaning straight away. She looked at him, batted her long eyes-lashes, "Oh really, Lover? And what might that punishment be?" she asked with a purring voice. "Will I be… sore… when I wake up tomorrow?" she added with a wink.

"Might be, might be," he said in a self-satisfied voice.

As they stopped for a red light she noticed a have-store only a hundred metres ahead. Remembering his earlier promise about their next sex-act being in her ass, she figured she'd better get some lube. She seriously doubted James had thought about it but if she were to enjoy it at least a little, she'd need it.

Suddenly she flushed. How would the clerk react to a scantly clad woman buying lube? The offense caused an all-too familiar sensation between her legs; she didn't need to check to know that she was getting wet.

"I just have to get… something," she said as she stopped the car outside the store. James looked out the window, saw a small have-store and shrugged. "Get me some gum," he said and went back to his own thoughts, about how to punish a naughty woman. There were many ways, he had realised.

Mrs. Cinder got out of the car and went to the shop, thinking how drastically her life had changed over the last few days – and how much she liked the changes, even when she was about to degrade herself in front of complete strangers.

A few minutes later, she came back out, carrying a small bag. As she got back in the car, she handed the bag to her lover. "Your gum… and something I think you'll need," she said with a wink. Curious he looked in the bag and took up the tube of Astro-glide. He gave her a confused look, thinking it was some sort of crème.

Horny as hell after her humiliating experience in the store, she leaned into him and whispered, "When a biiig cock like yours goes into a tiny little ass like mine, some lube" she nodded at the tube in his hands, "is required." With a dawning expression, he grinned at her, "good thinking, my little slut."

Despite their unspoken agreement to keep their relationship quiet – at least for the time being – they didn't make it into her house before they were all over each other. It was Mrs. Cinder's fault, James reamistered. She'd parked a bit down the driveway and gotten out first. The tight little ass, swaying in front of him in her high heels and short skirt was too much for the horny teenager. Whenever she took a step, her skirt rode up slightly and showed off her stocking-tops.

In two fast steps he reached her, grabbed her and spun her around. The surprised look in her eyes instantly shifted to one of pure lust, and their lips locked together. As his tongue entered her eager mouth, he pushed her up against the wall next to the door, letting his hands roam her sexy body. His hands quickly went under her tube-top and found her waiting tits. He could feel her hard nipples through her bra, and as he pinched them, she gave a loud moan into his mouth. His other hand went down her flat stomach, down the gently swell of her hips and up under her skirt. He followed her soft thigh up and reached her tiny panties. They were drenched. Pushing them aside, he reached his goal: her wet, willing pussy. He barely touched her nether lips, before she started to hump his exploring fingers, trying to rub them on her impatient clit. She moaned frustrated into his mouth when she didn't get the friction she wanted.

Horny as he was, he couldn't help but to laugh a bit at her desperate attempt. He pulled his hand out and she gave a disappointed groan. He put his arm around her waist and led her into the house. His hand fairly quickly found its own way south and ended on her tempting ass. Smiling to herself, she rubbed it against his hand, more than ready for more fun.

Fondling her ass, he guided her upstairs and into the bedroom. Once there, he looked around and found what he was looking for.


"Take off you clothes, slut," he commanded in a stern voice, one that sent shivers down her spine. She quickly got her skirt off and her tube-top followed. She didn't try to be sexy or coy; she just shed her clothes at his command. Standing in her bra, panties, stockings and heels, she held out her arms, showing off her sexy body, just for him. Appreciating what he was seeing, he walked around her, studying her. He let his hand glide lightly across her ass and lower back, inspecting her tight buttocks. Approving, he moved around her again, touching her smooth stomach, then her tits, who were more shown than hidden by the alluring push-up bra.

Finally he stepped back. "You're still wearing clothes," he reminded her with a wicked grin. Smiling an inviting smile and keeping eye-contact, she unhooked her bra with an experienced movement. Then she slid her panties down her hips, down her legs and stepped out of them.

With a raised eyebrow she indicated her stockings but he shook his head. Her state of dress was fine with him. He went to her make-up table and picked-up what he had searched for when he entered: one of Mrs. Cinder's brushes. This one was an old-fashioned one, made of wood and rather heavy, with a smooth handle. Weighing it in his hand, he went to the bed and sat down on the edge.


"Come here, Mrs. Cinder," he said with a pleased expression on his face. She looked at the brush in his right hand and how he was holding it – with the backside out – and remembered what he had said about a punishment. Oh my God, she thought, he's not gonna spank me with that, is he? Realising that he actually was, she started panting. She, a 35 year old woman, more than 15 years his senior was gonna lay down on his lap and take a spanking, like a little misbehaving girl. She felt dry in her mouth and thought with a wry smile that all her body's liquid was pouring out between her legs.

On unsteady legs she went to him and gingerly lay down across his lap with her ass in perfect reach of his hand. She tightened her asscheeks, waiting for the first blow with anticipation and a little fear. Somehow the fear just turned her on more, the uncertainty of what was gonna happen and the knowledge that she was powerless to stop it.

He didn't slap her though. Instead he gently caressed he naked ass, rubbing it with a lover's touch.

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" he asked as he scratched her a bit with his nails. She responded by pressing her ass into his nail, signalling a need for his touch.
"Oh yeah, I've been bad!" she said in a naughty voice, "I've been very bad! I've behaved like a slut, dressed like a whore and made my man mad at me; oh I need to be punished!" For some reamister she was eager for him to start the punishment, she really did need it. And afterwards, I'll most definitely need his big cock, she grinned to herself.

Whap! With no warning he brought the hard brush down on her exposed right cheek.

"Uff!" she gasped loudly, not at all ready for the sudden pain. He admired how her sexy flesh only jiggled a little before coming to a rest.

"Mhm!" she moaned, "do you want me to count… sir?" she added the last in a little girl's voice. In reality she did feel like that – like a little girl who was being spanked by her headmaster or another authority-permister.

"No need, I'll give you as many as I feel you deserve," he told her, just before he slapped her other cheek and got a resounding "Oh!" from his slut.

"God, you're so tough, sir," she said in an admiring voice, "just what a naughty girl like me NEEDS!" the last one came out as a scream as James slapped her inviting ass again. Then he sped up the slaps, alternating between the cheeks but in a rapid rhythm. She writhed in the strange mix of pain and pleasure that James had introduced her to – until her clit accidently rubbed against his knee in a perfect angle. Suddenly it was all pleasure. She gasped in delight and tried to rub it again but James grabbed her to hold her still.

Her ass felt like on fire, and James could see how a warm, red glow had settled over her tight ass. He figured it was enough pain for now and turned over the brush in his hand. She was expecting another blow but instead she suddenly felt an alien object entering her cunt. Alien, but very welcome, she quickly realised as it touched her pleasure-regions. Unbelievable slowly, the strange thing entered her, way too slowly for the poor slut who needed something, anything in her. God, it suddenly dawned on her, it's the handle. He's fucking me with the handle!


"Yeees!" she hissed, "give it to me, all the way, fuck your slut with her own brush!" Enthusiastically she pushed back against it, what little she could in the position she was in. Seeing her need, James increased the speed and the power of the thrusts, hammering the brush in and out.
"More, more, more!" she begged, not caring how pathetic she sounded in her all-consuming need. She pinched her nipples, trying to increase the pleasure through pain, but it just felt strange and painful – obviously it wasn't the pain, she craved, it was James' touch.

Without pausing his thrusts, he took a hold of her long, red hair and pulled her head backwards. She arched her back and turned her head up in a painful manner. James bowed down, and at the same time as he pounded the handle of brush in and out of her, making her beg for more, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips – as gentle as it could be, considering how they both rocked to and fro. She greedily locked lips with him, and moaned into his lips.

"You want my cock?" he whispered into her face. With huge, needing eyes she nodded fervently. "Beg for it," she commanded in a quiet voice.

"Please, please, sir," she immediately responded, "take me with your hard cock. Take your slut with your big, hard cock. Make her moan and cum like the slut she is, like the slut she wants to be for you. Oh, how I need it, I can never get enough, please, please!" She really put her heart into it, hoping to convince him to fuck her for real.

Still holding her head in a painful angle by her hair, he pulled her off his lap and down onto the bed. With dripping cunt she scramred to move and ended up on all fours with her red ass pointed against him – just like he wanted her. He quickly unzipped but didn't even bother to take his clothes off. He felt so much more in control with him being clothed and her being naked – or almost naked. The stockings and heels actually made her look more vulnerable and sexier than when she was naked. He crawled into the bed, his stiff dick leading the way to her wet slit, and without any pause he was inside her.

"Oh yes!" she cried when she felt him enter her, "yes, this is what I needed! So much better, oh yes, take me, fuck me!"

And he did, hard, fast and with a feeling of total dominance. He held his hands on her hips, using them as leverage for every thrust.
But he remembered his plan and he remembered the lube in his pocket. He eyed the little hole between her reddened cheeks and knew with himself he'd fuck her there before long.

Suddenly, and to her great distress, he stopped. She tried to keep going, but without him, there was no need.

"Why?" she cried, and tried again to get him going.

"Beg me again," he said in a controlled voice. He himself was amazed at the control he had over her, and even more so over himself. He was no longer the awkward teenager he had been a week ago. Mrs. Cinder had really changed him.

"Oh, God, Lover, you're so mean! Please fuck me, I need you inside me. Please, I need to feel your huge cock in my little cunt, I'm so close. Please, you're the best I've ever felt, don't stop, don't ever stop!" she cried desperately.

During her little tirade, he had accessed the tight pocket in his jeans and fished out the tube of lube. Having it, he hammered his cock inside her again, without any forewarning.
"Yeees!" she gasped, "yes, yes, yes! Oh, it's so good, so good, so BIG!"

He smiled, honestly liking her outcries. He opened the lube with slow, careful movements –as slow and careful as he could move while fucking his sexy slut. Without slowing, he smeared a drop of the lube over his right index-finger and then he let a drop fall down on her exposed asshole.

Though it was cold, Mrs. Cinder didn't feel anything. She was so far gone in her near-orgasmic world, he could have dropped a bucket of water on her and she'd kept fucking him.

She did, however, notice it when his slippery finger poked at her little star. She looked over her shoulder at him, but he paid her no mind. Using a bit of power he started to ease it through her sphincter and into her warm, tight hole.

The strange sensation from her ass, the knowledge that he'd started using her ass without her consent and without even considering her desire in that regard combined with the still stinging sensation on her ass and her being fucked doggy-style by the best lay she'd ever had made her cum, screaming her love and lust out for him to hear.


"Use me, Lover! Fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, do whatever you waaaant!"

Her cunt contracted around his cock and suddenly he lost control. Gone was his careful plans about her ass, his promise to himself and her to fuck her there. He pulled his finger out and grabbed a hard hold of her hips. Brutally, he fucked her as hard as he could, pummelling in and out of her wet hole. She screamed wordlessly in pure pleasure at this new attack and he slapped her hard on her ass with his open palm.

Then he too came. With an inarticulate cry he shot his load into her as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

"You didn't fuck my ass," she said with a teasing smile. She was lying on her back, with him on top of her. They'd both spent the last two minutes catching their breaths and thinking about the sex they'd just shared.

"I know," he said, "next time though…" he promised with a grin. Then he bowed down and found her lips, who were as welcoming as they always were.

"I will be sore tomorrow though," she admitted with a wink.

As Mrs. Cinder went to the kitchen, cooking dinner for them, James connected his laptop to her internet-connection. With the help of Google, it didn't take long to find a good store with a large assortment and willing to ship overnight.

"Mrs. Cinder," he shouted through the house, "come have a look." When she came, he turned the laptop towards her and showed her the stuff he'd put into the shopping basket so far:

1 x black leather-whip (1 meter)

1 x remote-controlled butterfly (batteries not included)

1 x butt-plug (small)

1 x butt-plug (medium)

1 x vibrating, remote-controlled butt-plug (normal)

1 x set of nipple-clamps

1 x Milfs in Chains (DVD)

Mrs. Cinder's eyes ran down the list and felt how her breathing became faster. She didn't really know what a butterfly was, but she felt sure it was somehow supposed to go on her – or in her.

"Oh my," she gasped, feeling herself growing wet, "that's a lot of toys." Then she added: "I suppose I'm paying for all this?"


"Well," he said in an uncomfortable voice, "I was planning on using it on you, so…" he felt bad and a little humiliated that he didn't have his own money and had to use hers.
She nodded in mock understanding, "then it's only fair." She smiled and went to get her credit-card.

They ate a nice dinner and ended on the couch, watching a movie. James had picked it and Mrs. Cinder didn't care much for it, so it didn't take long before she began caressing her man – especially her man's semi-hard cock.

James was still more or less focusing on the film – he'd already cum three times on and in his lovely slut but he didn't try to stop or dissuade her. With gentle hands she opened his pants and fished out his growing manhood. With slow, joyful licks she started to worship it with her tongue, intensely looking up at him, eager for any response on his part. He smiled a little at her but continued to watch the film. Determined, she took his head in her mouth, and started to bob her head up and down the long shaft. He still seemed more interested in the film which for some reamister turned her on, made her feel little and submissive. She could start sucking him off on her own, but he was certainly still in charge, and he wanted to watch a film.

She reached down between her thighs and started to rub herself a bit, in the same rhythm as she sucked him.

He got harder and harder but that was the only response she got, he didn't acknowledge her hard work at all.

After a few minutes his cell phone all of a sudden beeped. He reached down past her sucking mouth and got it out of his pocket.

"Hey mum," he said into it with a grin and looked down at her. She froze and stared up at him with huge eyes, feeling that she'd been caught by her friend – with her friend's mister's cock down her throat!


He motioned for her to continue though and when she didn't move, he pushed her head down over his cock. Now he wants to get sucked, she thought in wonder but returned to her task, trying to do it as quietly as possible. She couldn't hear what his lady was saying but he suddenly sat right up in the couch, powering her to move with him.

"What do you mean you're coming home?" he angrily said into the phone, "when? And why?" A pause in which the implications dawned on Mrs. Cinder. If Lisa came home early… James would need to go back home too!

"Tonight?" he whined, then: "Yes, of course I'll be home, where else would I be?"
As he hang up he had a dark, angry look in his face. Mrs. Cinder tried to get up and hug him, comfort him, but with both hands he grabbed a hold of her head.


"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he shouted and hammered his cock into her face again and again, taking his anger out on his slut. She did her best to relax her throat and realised she was getting better and better at it. Just as well, she had already figured that this was how James liked his blowjobs – hard, fast and down her throat.

She furiously rubbed her clit, getting at least as much enjoyment from the blowjob as he did – she had pushed the thought about him leaving out of her mind for the moment, there was only room for pleasure now.

It didn't take long for either to cum, despite the fact that this was both their fourth orgasm of the day. He pulled her face down all he way on his cock as he shot his white load down her throat and she came moaning into his cock soon after.

---

Mrs. Cinder was looking at her monitor, waiting here as he had told her to. Before he had left, he had installed the webcam she had bought and briefly instructed her how to use Messenger's video-chat. Then he'd told her to be online at midnight. It was 23:45 now. Ever since he'd left (about three hours earlier) she'd restlessly waited. She didn't really know what he wanted. He hadn't told her what to wear, so she was sitting in her bathrobe – not as sexy as her kimono but a lot warmer. Under it however, she was wearing a red, sexy bra-and-panty set. If he wanted a little cam-action, she was ready. Actually, she was always ready for James, no matter what he desired.

Her mood wasn't the best though. She couldn't remember ever feeling so disappointed. Not since she was a little girl and her parents had forgotten her birthday had she been so miserable. Why the hell didn't you stay with your brother?! she kept thinking at Lisa. She knew they'd probably had some stupid fight, but why couldn't they fix it and stay out of town!

James didn't fare any better. This was his first time alone with a girl ever, and his lady wrecked it. He couldn't even tell her why he was so mad, so he just ignored her nagging questions. He went to bed shortly after her coming home, though he didn't relax. He wasn't quite sure why he had told Mrs. Cinder to be online at midnight. It had just come out of him, when he left. He wasn't in the mood for more sex, especially not over the internet. He guessed they'd just chat a little and say goodnight.

What was really on his mind were the next couple of days, however. He had to get back to Mrs. Cinder, he simply had to. He could still hear his lady moving around downstairs – if she hadn't gone to bed yet, she'd probably stay in tomorrow morning. If he could get out of the house before she woke up, he wouldn't have to explain until he got home.

Five minutes to midnight, he finally logged on and sent her a message.

Star Wars Forever says: Mrs. cinder you there?

Star Wars? she mused but shrugged it off. If he liked Star Wars there was nothing wrong with that.
Andrea says: Yes, Lover, I'm right here, waiting for you. J

Star Wars Forever says: Good :P

Star Wars Forever says: Start the cam i want to see u again.

"Aww," she said to herself, glad he was still interested in her and her body, and loosened her robe. She didn't take it off though, just let it hang loose. It didn't hide her large tits as much as making them more inviting. Half-hidden, she knew, was often more arousing that all-visible.

She started the cam and saw herself in the little video-image. She wasn't quite pleased with her make-up but hopefully he would focus on her tempting cleavage.

Star Wars Forever says: Very nice mrs C!

Though he wasn't really interested in sex – he was tired, in a bad mood and had cum four times on and in Mrs. Cinder already - he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her tits were so huge, so well-formed, so… perfect!
Andrea says: Thank you. You're always so sweet!

The webcam was really excellent, he could actually see how she blushed a little at his compliment.

Andrea says: Are you going to start your cam too, Lover? I want to see my MAN.

With that she pointed the camera at her face and with a slow, deliberate move she licked her red, sultry lips.

Star Wars Forever says: not tonight

Star Wars Forever says: I haven't set the cam up and wont do it tonight

At that the sexy woman sat back in her chair with a pout. She wanted to see him as well. For some reamister though the thought that he could stare as much as he wanted at her but she couldn't see him gave her a soft tingle.

Andrea says: So what's the plan, Lover? Or did you just log on to look at your eye-candy?

As she typed that, she arched her back a little, giving him a better look down her cleavage.

Star Wars Forever says: Nah i just wanted to talk to you and to let you know that ill be over tomorrow morning
Star Wars Forever says: Mom hasnt gone to bed yet so she wont be up early tomorrow ill sneak out before she gets up

Andrea says: I'll be waiting for you, Lover. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?
Star Wars Forever says: Gonna fuck my slut as hard and as long as I can.

Star Wars Forever has gone offline.

Suddenly Mrs. Cinder was alone again, left with a mix of longing, arousal and disappointment. For a while, she just sat at the computer, thinking of the past few days and the days to come. As she thought about her young lover, she began to realise that she really was very much in love with him, not just lust. She wanted sex with him, yes – constantly. But she also wanted to be with him, all day and all night.

Maybe… maybe one day he would move in with her? Tell his lady and not care what everyone thought? That was an uplifting thought indeed, but there was a doubt nagging in the back of her skull. What about the age-difference? Today, it didn't really matter - but in twenty years?

She resolutely ended that line of thought as she stood up and went to bed. For now she just had to let things run their course and get as much enjoyment out of it as she could.

She resolutely ended that line of thought as she stood up and went to bed. For now she just had to let things run their course and get as much enjoyment out of it as she could.

"Mhm!" Mrs. Cinder sighed in delight as the thick cock slid in between her enthusiastic lips. Finally, she thought as she once again tasted the saltiness of her lover. James had barely made it inside the door before she attacked. Pushing him up against the wall, she knelt down in front of him and took his quickly-growing dick out and buried it in her mouth.

It didn't take James long to come to terms with the situation – his gorgeous, slutty lover wanted his cock and cum and he was happy to oblige. His hands found their way to her head and grabbed a solid hold, and he began thrusting his already hard cock into her.

"Gargh! Glargh!" hearing her gagging only spurred him on further, and it made her juices flowing as well. The presentation, the offense, the control he had over her just turned her on! Hardly conscious of her own actions, she slipped a hand up under her skirt, pushed the ridiculously small panties aside and found her clit which she fervently began rubbing.

Of course James noticed what she was doing – how could he not? He stopped fucking her face and in a power-rush he would never have dreamt of just a week ago, he reached down, took a hard hold of her arm and pulled her hand off her pussy. Confused she looked up at his stern face, before she blushed intensely. She actually stopped sucking him and tried to pull his cock out of her mouth – only James wouldn't have that either and held her head in place. Battling him for a short while, she finally relented and focused her energy on getting him off.

"You know why you can't cum, slut," he said strictly. He let go of her head and just stood there, relaxing and letting her use her considerable oral s*******s. She placed her hand on the thick shaft, and started stroking it in rhythm with her bobbing face.

"Oh yes…" James murmured above her, and it pleased her. Now she felt stupid for trying to rebel against his control, even if it were only for a second. He'd take care of her – later. And why not? He was the Master after all, she was 'just' the slut, she mused.

Mrs. Cinder's love for James combined with her submissive streak had turned her into a real sub. In her mind, she was fast becoming a love-slave for her young Master, though in reality James had only instinctively caught up with the development.

Taking a deep breath through her nose, she slowly slid downwards on the delicious cock in her mouth. Her tongue excitedly licked and touched the soft underside of his shaft as more and more of it disappeared into her mouth and down her throat, until finally her nose rested against his pelvis. With his entire cock down her throat, she looked up at him, trying to communicate her love for him through her sexual appetite. What James saw in her deep, dark eyes turned him on more than even having his cock sucked by the beautiful woman. They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, before she slowly pulled off him again. Eye-contact broken, the moment gone, he began powering his cock into her mouth again, feeling the orgasm near. It built up fast and James quickly lost control, once again grabbing Mrs. Cinder's head and using it as leverage for his powerful thrusts.

"Ahhhhh!" he moaned loudly as he came, shooting his thick cum down her welcoming throat. She carefully continued sucking until he was completely spent and he pulled out of her mouth.

Satisfied, he tucked his cock back inside his pants and zipped them, while she looked on with a hungry look on her face. She hadn't had a good orgasm since James' lady's unscheduled return two days earlier. Sure, she had masturbated – more times that she could remember and always with images of her and James. Romantic dinners out on the town, her bent over and getting fucked hard and fast, James tying her up and whipping her… anything really. But the orgasms had been weak and only left her wanting more, wanting James' touch, James' control.

---

And when she finally got it…

Yesterday she visited Lisa Hanmister, secretly trying to get her to go back to her brother (or anywhere else for that matter, just out of town for a few days!). When she went to hang her jacket in the closet she had run into James. Suddenly, they were alone, though only for a few moments. It didn't even take a single second before her lips were locked with his and his arms were around her waist, mauling at her ass.

"Mhmmm…" she sighed into his demanding lips, savoring the touch she had to come to crave. He, however, had not gotten the touch he craved. He pulled away from her and in a harsh voice he asked: "What are you wearing?!"

Confused, she looked down at herself, at the semi-tight t-shirt and jeans she was wearing. When he didn't get an answer, James grabbed her at her waist, powerfully spun her around, picked up a long wooden shoehorn and slapped her jeans-covered ass hard with it. She gave a surprised yelp but at the same time her masochistic tendencies made it extremely erotic.

"Are jeans nice?!" he hissed at her as he slapped her other cheek even harder, simply just flooding the submissive Mrs. Cinder's panties. It wasn't easy but she did her best to try to keep quiet, though the thrill of getting spanked right under Lisa's nose turned her on to no end.

"Well…" she started to explain, thinking that the jeans did look quite good on her. She was cut short by another slap.

"Skirts are nice!" Slap! "Dresses are nice!" Another slap. "Jeans… are… NOT… nice!" Each word was followed by the quick, arousing pain of the shoehorn. Abandoning all pretense Mrs. Cinder's hand wormed its way down her jeans and found her drenched pussy.

"Ahhhh!" she sighed, as she started rubbing her clit, while James kept smacking her lovely ass.

"What the-?" he exclaimed in surprise when he discovered what she was doing, "this is a punishment, you horny slut!" Aroused by her masochistic reaction to her punishment, he was about to 'ask' (order) her to suck him off, when they both heard Lisa call from the living room: "Andrea? What're you doing out there?"

Mrs. Cinder quickly pulled her hand out of her jeans, and with a half guilty, half inviting look at James, she went out from the wardrobe and into the living room.

She hadn't quite made it there though, when her cell phone beeped at her. Punishment: you will NOT cum again until we have sex the message from James read. Flushing, she continued into the living room.

---

So here she was, on her knees in front of her boyfriend whose very presence could make her cum again and again, almost out of her mind with desire and so turned on that she couldn't think straight… and he still wouldn't let her orgasm!

"Sir," she said in a little, submissive voice, making no move to get up from her knees. She knew James liked obvious displays of his dominance and she was happy (and rather turned-on) to indulge him, "a package arrived a couple of hours ago. I think it's the… merchandise we ordered…" she ended her sentence with a wink, making no illusion as to what merchandise she was talking about. His eyes lit up, he had anticipated this ever since they ordered it.

"Well, go get it!" he told her with growing enthusiasm. Giving him a slow, sensual look, she turned around on all fours and started crawling out of the hallway. Her short, black skirt rode up, giving James an unhindered view of her delicious ass, only intercepted by the tiny thong that didn't cover anything. Certain that he was staring at her, she moved with slow, careful movements, making her ass sway to and fro. As she crawled around the corner into the kitchen, she looked back at him, licking her full, red lips in an open invitation.

"Wow," he muttered under his breath before pulling himself together and following her. Even though James had always found a woman's breasts to be more arousing than anything else she had to offer, the brazen display of sexual prowess he was witnessing went straight to his crotch. His spent cock gave a few twitches, promises of more fun to come.

In the kitchen he found his sexy lover kneeling at the kitchen-table and on it a large, brown box. Feeling like a kid at Christmas, James seized the package and a nearby pair of scissors and quickly got it open.

Mrs. Cinder patiently stayed kneeling at the floor. It strained her knees a bit but in her aroused and orgasm-deprived mind that only enhanced the arousal. She felt like a slave that wasn't allowed up, but rather kept on the floor – in the right height should her demanding Master need her to serve him, and it was so sexy! She actually wished that James had ordered her to stay on her knees.

She looked up at him admiringly, as he gleefully pulled various strange items out of the box and showed them to her. Strangely formed dildos (Mrs. Cinder didn't have any experience with the sex-industry and didn't know how a buttplug was formed), a small cardboard-box with a picture of some mean-looking clamps on the cover, some strange device called a butterfly (with a very blonde, very 'happy' woman on the cover), a DVD-film and finally… with almost reverence, he pulled out what first looked like a handle with lots of long, thin straps. When she recognized it, she took a deep breath and the constant feeling of arousal she had been feeling the last couple of days intensified.

A whip. A long leather-whip. It was about a meter long, including the handle, and looked very promising to James.

He took it out and clumsily swung it a bit. It was longer than he would have expected and a little unhandy in the small kitchen. He tested it and managed to hit the spot on the floor that he was aiming for. Mrs. Cinder's fingers snuck closer and closer to her panties as she imagined her ass getting warmed by that powerful tool. Only through sheer willpower did she stop herself before James discovered anything, but her clit was begging to be touched, squeezed, licked – anything!

Suddenly he stopped swinging the whip around him and eyed the desperate slut on the floor. It was as if it finally dawned on him that he had something to use it on, instead of just the floor and air – or rather someone.

He went to her and with a lover's touch he caressed her face. Looking down into her beautiful eyes, he gave her a tender kiss.

"Get into the living-room and pull your skirt up," he gently whispered in her ear, "it's time for your… punishment!" Her eyes lit up and she obeyed, hoping to end her other and far more severe punishment.

James watched her crawl away, not so sensual this time, more plain eager and went back to the box. He didn't really have any idea when and how to use all of this, it had just seemed like the thing to do. While the whip turned him on, he was also a little scared. What if he hurt her? What if he went too far?

An idea struck him and he called out, "Andrea, pour me a take while you're in there – punishing sluts is thirsty work!" Some liquid courage would probably be a good idea, he figured, and he knew she had a mini-bar in the living-room. Not that he had much experience with holy water, except for a few 'parties' he had attended (he usually left before 10, going home to his computer and porn).

Huh, he thought, that's the first time I've ever called her Andrea. It had been so natural, calling her by her first name. After all, it seemed a bit odd to call a woman he regularly fucked and who he was about to whip for 'Mrs.' Shrugging for himself, he went back to considering the whip and its use.

In the living-room Andrea Cinder had just put her forehead against the floor in the middle of the room, her ass in the air and pulled her short skirt up around her stomach, ready for anything. Her heart was pounding away in anticipation, she hoped he would get turned on by whipping her and take her right here on the floor – and make her cum!

When she heard him yell, her heart almost stood still. Andrea! she thought, he called me Andrea. In her mind, that was a very clear mark in their relationship, and it warmed her. She quickly scramred to make him a take, trying to find something he would enjoy. Not really knowing his tastes, she poured him a gin and tonic and crawled back to the kitchen with it. Crawling with one hand was difficult, but the agile woman managed – and even managed to make it look graceful. She presented it to him with a loving smile, and crawled back into the living-room, assuming the position from before.

James was quite taken aback with her continued crawling. Considering that he hadn't ordered it, it had to be something she liked. Storing that information for future use, he took a sip of the take. Surprised, he found that he liked it, though he figured it would be better cold, and took a bigger sip.

As he finally stepped through into the living-room the sight that welcomed him caused his tired dick to regain some of its strength. Andrea's ass, all ready and willing to get whipped by him! Strengthened by the holy water and her blatant obedience, he smiled at her.

"So…" he said, fighting to sound nonchalant, "is my bad little girl ready for her punishment?" With that he let the whip fly through the air, making a sharp sound.

"Oh, yes, Sir!" she assured him enthusiastically, "I need to pay for my crime!" She eagerly wriggled with her ass, indicating that she was more than ready - but he liked this suspension and he wanted to draw it out a little.

"Tell me what you did," he said in his demanding voice while admiring her firm buttocks. He grabbed her right cheek with his free hand and squeezed it.

"Uh, I was a bad girl! I didn't dress as my Master told me to! I wore ugly jeans instead of a nice skirt that he could easy feel my up in. Oh, I need to learn!" she sighed, the waiting slowly *******ing her.

"Yes… yes, you do. Now, kiss the whip that's gonna teach you," he said and held it out to her. The long, thin leather-straps hung down in front of her face, and she eagerly touched her lips to it in obscene presentation.

God, she thought, how much is he gonna put me through? Oh, Lord, I need it, I need him. Her panties were drenched and she was afraid she'd soon leak through them. Every time she moved, her hardened, sensitive nipples touched the solid floor and sent new waves of pleasure through her ***d body. When he made her beg for a whipping and actually kiss the whip, her submissive needs were met in a way that poured more juices out of her drowning pussy.

Finally, neither of them could take it anymore and he went and stood behind her.

With a gentle "scccuh!" sound he swung it and it landed squarely on her right ass cheek. At first she just felt the stinging impact, but suddenly her entire ass was on fire!

"Ooooo!" she whined in pain, this was worse than she had imagined! But at the same time, the pain turned into pleasure as it in an odd way came to her pussy.

For an instant, James was afraid that he had hit her too hard, but when she didn't move he figured she could take it. Especially if…

"Rub your clit, you little slut," he commanded her, "that's what you want, isn't it?"

"Oh yes, Sir, thank you, Sir!" she moaned, half in pain, half in gratitude.

"But still no cumming," he reminded her with an impish laugh, turning the 'gift' into another method of *** for the poor woman.

"Oh, Sir!" she moaned with her hand buried in her cunt, "you are sooo mean!"

Whap! The second blow hit her just as she finished that sentence, her other cheek getting the full power of the hit.

"Aaaaah!" she yelled loudly, in obvious pain, but at the same time James noticed how her hand doured in speed and intensity down in her pussy. Seeing the effect the whip was having on her, James let himself loose and struck her in rapid succession several more times.

"Oh, please, Sir, may I cum, haven't I been punished enough?" she weakly begged as he paused. Her entire ass was red and had never looked sexier to James.

James' cock, that now stood fully erect, was agreeing with Andrea's sentiment. He quickly unzipped, fished it out and knelt down behind her. Pushing her thong out of the way, in one powerful stroke he buried himself in her – all the way to the hilt.

"Oh!" she moaned loudly when she felt him enter. He took a solid hold of her hips and started to fuck her mercilessly. It had only been fifteen minutes since last he came, but he was out of his mind with desire for his luscious lover.

And she felt the same way (though of course, she hadn't come since the day before), once she felt him take control of her, she moved her hand away from her pussy, knowing that his cock would make her cum far harder and faster than her hand could. She pinched her nipples hard, reveling in the pain (though she knew how much better it would have been, if it were James' fingers on her tits) and met his every thrust.

Slap! Without slowing his thrust he slapped her invitingly red ass, making her cry out in pain and lust.

"Oh yeeees! Oh, hurt me, hurt your slut," she whined, as the intense pain from the whip mixed with the warm, pleasant pain of his hand.

He gave her a slap more, hardly conscious about his actions anymore, just running on instincts in his own ecstasy.

Suddenly she exploded under him, screaming out in pleasure as the orgasm she had waited for so long finally took her.

"Jaaaaaameeeees! Fuuuuck! Meeeee!" she cried, as he continued his relentless attack on her soft pussy. Not slowing, not caring that she was cumming, he reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled hard. Her head got pulled backwards as the new and unexpected pain joined the waves of bliss.

"Yes! Yes! More! Harder! More! Harder! MORE!" she cried out, completely out of this world, merely reacting to her basic, primal nature.

And James was happy to oblige. He kept pounding her cunt till she was just lying on the floor, spent from her mind-shattering orgasm and giving little whimpers at every thrust.

Slightly annoyed with her lack of response and activity, James pulled out of her. He wasn't close to cumming and he figured that Andrea needed some time to recover.

Oh well, he thought, if I want to punish her again, I don't need to look for an excuse.

He went and found the DVD 'Milfs in Chains' but when he came back Andrea still hadn't moved. A little worried, he checked on her but found that she was fast arelax. Smiling to himself, he got her a blanket and carefully slid a pillow under her head. He considered putting the film on but he really wanted to watch it with her, and he didn't want to wake her up.

"Andrea,

it seems you need some relax for now. :P

I've gone home but will come back as soon as I can.

How could I not? Is there anything like hearing you

call out my name in orgasm? I doubt it…

Your punishment is over, my sexy little

slut and if you can't keep your hands away, you

can cum as much as you want.

On the kitchen-table you'll find the buttplugs we

bought. THE SMALLEST OF THEM GOES IN YOUR ASS

TODAY. It doesn't matter for how long. I've left

the lube you bought.

Yours,

James."

He wrote the note and left it on the table, before he went home. He smiled as he went out the door, utterly satisfied with himself.

---

Andrea came to herself a couple of hours later. At first she was quite disorientated – why was she on the floor, where was James, why did her ass hurt? The last thing she remembered was having the most explosive orgasm of her life, and then more or less blank.

I must have ******, she figured with a little giggle. Wow, it was gooood! The whip, the presentation, the absent of orgasm for (too) long and the fucking, it had all mixed together for her.

But where's James? She wondered until she found his note.

It made her blush, turned her on and made her heart skip a beat.

"Mine!" she whispered loudly to her empty kitchen, "oh yes, he's mine…"

The part with the buttplug worried her and turned her on at the same time. She would obey, no question about that – she shuddered thinking about another punishment like the one she had suffered through since yesterday. The thought about doing something she didn't really want to because he ordered it made her a little wet, though her pussy seemed satisfied for now. Oh well, I have all day to do this… she thought. First she had to make herself look presentable again – James might come over unexpected after all, and it wouldn't do to look all messy. Her makeup had become quite smeared and her skirt and top were creased…

---

Two hours later Andrea was sitting in her bed, naked and with the small buttplug in her hand. It was flesh-coloured, the tip of it being around one centimeter wide, the thickest part about three. She had already lubed it up but the thought of putting something up her own ass had never occurred to her before.

"If only James was here to do it!" the beautiful woman sighed to herself.

"Mhm, he'd come in through the door, tall and handsome and tell me to get on my hands on knees!" she moaned to herself, starting to get in the mood. She closed her eyes as she imagined his firm face as he commanded her around. Slowly, sensually, she did as he commanded, assuming the same position as she had earlier when James punished her – only this time her fingers was on her clit immediately.

"Oh, yes, Sir, I'm ready," she moaned to her imaginary Master, as she touched her tight, little hole with the cold, wet plug.

"Do it!" she imagined him saying, and the order sent shivers through her well-used pussy. Like the obedient little slut she was fast becoming, she pressed the small object against her sphincter, trying her best to relax it. The plug wasn't large and she had lubed it very well, so it wasn't hard to get the tip of it inside.

"Oh God!" she moaned loudly, as she slowly pushed more of it inside her almost-virgin ass. She'd done it a few times with her ex-husband but always very carefully and with her very much in control. If and when she told him to stop, they did so at once. She had a feeling that James would be much more commanding and take her ass whether she wanted to or not – and that made her want it very much!

As bit by bit of the little hard object disappeared into her tight hole, she discovered that it didn't hurt – not in a bad way, at least. She eagerly slid a couple of fingers into her pussy and felt the hard object in her ass through her pussywalls.

"Please, Sir, more!" she moaned in arousal and in a quick thrust she jammed the rest of the plug up her ass. She gave a throaty growl as the widest part slid inside and her tight sphincter clamped down around the thinner base of the plug, holding it in place and sealing off her asshole.

"Yeah!" she moaned in triumph and ecstasy and she focused on her little pussy with both hands. With her left hand's fingers inside, feeling the strange, new tightness that the plug caused and her right hand eagerly rubbing at her clit, it didn't take long before a new orgasm approached.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried out, begging her absent lover to take her as she reached the peak and came with a last guttural scream.

The plug is in. I just came – hard :D James got her message and smiled. He was sitting at his computer, carefully writing down a set of… ground rules for his submissive lover. Reading her message, he got a shock down to his already half-hard dick. Knowing she had cam in her phone, he replied: Show me.

Andrea was still in her bed, enjoying the afterglow of yet another James-induced orgasm (this one just from his command and thinking about him) when she got his message.

"Show me," she read out loud. She smiled as she considered different ways to show him – the most adventurous was going over there in a short skirt – but ended up with the easy, lazy version: With her back on all four and trying to aim the camera directly at her plugged ass.

It took several tries before she got one that was acceptable (one that showed the buttplug and avoided giving her a huge ass) and she sent the picture to James' phone.

It looks good in you, James wrote back, once he'd admired the exciting picture of his little loveslave's tanned and beautiful backside. After he sent that message he got an idea, so he quickly wrote her a new one: Don't take it out yet walk around with it get used to it.



That command was quite redundant though – the new sensation in her butt fascinated Andrea and she wasn't ready to pull it out yet. The words 'get used to it' sent an ominous shiver down her spine. He had bought quite a selection of plugs for her after all… he had to have some sort of plan with it all…

She got up from the bed and went to the full-length mirror that hung on the wall. Every movement reminded her of the little intruder James had made her use – and it felt good! She flexed her muscles and it sent a little shiver into her pussy, though she was quite spent for now.

Completely naked she studied her reflection and was quite pleased with it. Her stomach was still flat (well, she herself couldn't help but notice the slight bulge that had grown over the past years) and her breasts were large and almost without any sag – she sent a thankful thought to her ex-husband who had pressed her to have the operation. "They won't be fake and you'll get no silicone… they'll just get… lifted a bit," he had explained time and again. Back then she had been pissed and hurt but now… she smiled as she thought about how much James liked her tits. Her fingers carefully traced the large black letters James had drawn on her, just a few days earlier:

J B. James' Bitch. She smiled happily as she thought of the significance; he had marked her as his.

"Bet you didn't expect that, you old bastard…" she murmured with an evil grin to her ex. She felt wicked as she stood there, naked. On a sudden impulse she went to her shoe-cabinet and found a pair of high-heeled porn-red shoes. They were fastened with straps around her ankles and were designed to make the wearer look sexy, desirable… slutty.

With them on, she went back to the mirror, took her phone and snapped a series of pictures. One in particular she liked: She was standing with her ass turned to the mirror and the picture clearly showed off her buttplug. Her upper body was turned however, so it and her face were half-turned towards the mirror as well. She placed her free hand over the visual breast, hiding and yet still giving enticing glints of it large, round magnificence. One could vaguely see the outline of the large J James had marked her with, claiming her as his bitch for the entire world to see. She loved her mark and was sad that it was slowly starting to fade.

Her ruby-red lips were smiling in an open invitation and her eyes were giving their best 'come hither' look to her absent lover. She sent the picture to him at once, with the short text: I'm waiting for you if you want me… Sir.

Three minutes later she suddenly heard her front door open and close and fast footsteps up her stairs. She only got a few seconds warning before James stormed into the room, his eyes wild with lust. She used the short warning well, however, lying down on the bed on her back with her legs spread.

A good position for a slut to greet her Master in, she thought in anticipation, good thing I didn't put any clothes on…

James hadn't been able to focus on his computer since he got that first message. Thinking of his sexy lover, masturbating and cumming with a buttplug up her ass was enough to turn the – constantly - horny teenager on. It didn't help that he was working on the word-document about her… behaviour.

When she sent that slutty, yet beautiful picture with an open invitation, his dick had (once again) seized control of him. He had simply gotten up, left the computer running and had gone out and into his slut's home.

"Wow!" he exclaimed as he saw her 'greeting' – and open view of her shaved, already-moist cunt. Below it he could clearly see the base of the small buttplug she had showed him on the picture.

"Mhm… I've missed you, Sir…" she purred with a sexy smile and proving her point she let one of her well-manicured fingers glide over her alluring pussy. Holding the now glistering wet finger up for him to see, she finished with: "… a lot!"

Without a word, James practically jumped her. In two quick steps he was at the bed where he let himself fall down a top of her.

"Oh yes, Lov-" she began but he cut her off with a greedy, hard kiss, one that she eagerly replied to in kind. In quiet desperation, she began fighting against the button in his jeans. It took some time – not that James noticed, he seemed to be satisfied with trying to devour her mouth for the time being – and when she succeeded, she moved on to getting his fly unzipped.

Finally James noticed what was going on, and he quickly pulled his pants and boxers down to his thighs, freeing his impressively hard cock. Mesmerized by it, she fondled and stroked it and desperately tried to get it inside her. Though hard and horny, there was little James enjoyed more than when his woman, the sexiest and most beautiful woman he knew, fought and begged for him to fuck her. With a grin, he took hold of her wrists and pinned them to the bed, leaving the enticing woman helpless – just like they both wanted her.

"You want it, don't you?" he mocked her, and rubbed his hard cock up and down her slit – without giving her the penetration she craved!

"Yeees!" she hissed at him, "give it to me!" Attempting to press him inside, she wiggled around and even tried to wrap her legs around him, all to try to get him inside.