les histoires de chrislebo

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.

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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.

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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…

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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.

In response he kissed her hard, biting her lower lip. The sudden intimacy and the slight, tingling pain made her moan in passion, but he cut her off with another kiss.

"Is that how good slavegirls beg for their Master's cock?" he asked her teasingly. She stopped moving around and looked up at him with her huge, pleasing eye.

"Master," she said with her best little-girl voice, "will you please fuck your slut? I need it so bad-LYYYY!" The last syllable came out as a scream as James finally hammered his rock-hard cock into her, as hard as he could. Her wet cunt easily accepted his hard cock and he glided deep inside her. Her pussy felt different than usually though, there was a new tightness to it and he could easily feel the hardness of the buttplug in her ass.

Still pinning her arms above her head, he built up a fast rhythm, pounding into her in frenzy. Every thrust sent a ripple though her sexy body that was very noticeable on her delightful tits. They bounced a bit up and down, and James couldn't help staring at the large J B on them.

Andrea tried her best to move against him, to meet his thrusts but with her arms pinned and James' relentless fucking, it was hard to regain any sense of balance to her body. It soon ended with her abandoning the feeble attempt and giving all control to James – which just aroused her even further. She had cum two times today but a third one was quickly building up in her.

"Oh, it's good," she cried out, unable to stop herself. And it really was, the buttplug powering her pussy to hold on to his cock in a tighter grip which only heightened the sensation from him fucking her.

"Yeah!" James grunted as he once again drove his hard cock into her, "take it, you slut! Oh, fuck, you're the best little slut in town, aren't you!? Aren't you?"

To treat this beautiful, self-confident woman like a cheap whore turned James on to no end. Just like it turned her on when he humiliated her like that!

"Oh yes, oh yes!" she cried out in agreement, completely surrendering herself to him and feeling herself nearing orgasm. Eyes alight with lust, he grabbed both her wrists with his left hand, holding them down with his weight. His right hand grabbed a hold of her throat, not hard and not adding any pressure to her windpipe, but still leaving no doubt how much in control he was.

"And you're mine, aren't you?" he whispered into her face, without pausing his thrust. He was fast losing control, even though he had already cum once today, he couldn't hold on long while fucking her – especially not with her clear acceptance of his dominance. To James, there was nothing sexier, nothing more desirable than power and control.

Knowing this and wishing nothing more than to please him and make him enjoy her, Andrea locked eyes with him and nodded her head in clear presentation to him. She was his to do with as he pleased. As she let him know this, her cunt clamped together around his conquering cock and she came with a shrieking cry.

"Yeeeees!" James shouted as he felt her cumming and he too came in a thunderous orgasm. He continued fucking her as he shot his warm sperm far into her, not willing to stop. Finally he collapsed on top of her, releasing his hold of her body – but not of her heart and soul, far from it.

---

The sharp sentence "Where've you been, young man?" greeted James the moment he entered the door, around half an hour after he'd left his lady's house. The sex hadn't taken that long, but he'd fallen arelax atop of Andrea and she'd been extremely willing to be his mattress while he slept. The touch of his body, his smell, his very presence had a very strange influence on her. At one hand she felt relaxed and comfortable, on the other she wanted him to fuck her again, to pull her hair, to slap her ass, to write on her, to call her a slut and dominate her every waking hour.

When he had awakened, he'd done none of those things though; he'd brought his clothes in order and left with a soft kiss that left her wanting more.

"Out," he defiantly answered his lady. Though she tried to press him for answers, he just ignored her, knowing that she neither would nor could understand what was going on.

He sat down at his computer but he didn't really have the energy to keep on writing, so he just sat there thinking. He was starting to get somewhat conflicted about Andrea Cinder. Calling her by her first-name had done something for him. He wanted her to stay with him, instead of having to come on short visits. At the same time as he wanted to humiliate and use her, he also wanted to hold her and relax with her, make her happy and protect her.

Acting on impulse, he found his phone and called her. The controlled Master James was gone now and in his stead was the awkward and nervous teenager James that called a woman he was falling in love with. Over the past few days, he had learned how to control himself and her in almost every sexual encounter he could imagine but these sudden feelings scared him. What was happening to him?

"Yes?" she panted into the phone, "miss me already?"

"Ehh… yes," he murmured and paused, desperately trying to think about how to proceed but she cut him off with a very girlish giggle.

"Well, what I wanted to know was… do you have any plans tomorrow night?" he rushed the last part out, hoping to get it over with.

The other end of the line grew very silent. Andrea could easily hear that something was different, this wasn't her dominant Master, this was something else…

"No… no, I don't have anything planned," she said, feeling a bit uncertain.

"Good! 'Cause I wanted to take you out to dinner," he said with slightly rising confidence.

"Oh James!" she breathed happily, "I would love to!"

"Good!" he said again, letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Then in an embarrassed voice: "Well, I don't have much money… and I don't really know any fancy restaurants…" his voice trailed off.

"Oh," she said, jumping in to help her love, "I'll be happy to arrange it, Lover. So let's say… meet me here at 7?"

"Excellent!" James cheered, but he ended the conversation in a commanding voice, "and remember: Dress nice!" With that he hung up on her, trying to get back into the self-assured and domineering role.

The only remaining problem was: How would he get around his lady?

Andrea Cinder awoke rather early Sunday morning -- far earlier than she usually did, and certainly earlier than she would have wanted. She had slept uneasy, both because of a nervous tingle she felt throughout her body -- a real date with James! Finally! -- and because it is hard to find a good position when your ass is red and sore from a whipping.

Last night had been a little frantic for Andrea. After James had hung up, she had been a bit dumb-struck, he seemed to be swinging from complete control to uncertainty rather quickly and it made her a little nervous. In her mind, he was no longer the weird, shut-in teenager she had seen him as a week ago. No, he was someone powerful, controlled and in command.

She shrug the uneasy feelings off her; after all she'd gotten what she wanted, a date out on the town with her lover. Besides, she had plenty other things to worry about, first and foremost: What should she wear? This is really becoming a recurring problem, she mused. She had begun searching her wardrobe last night but she'd not found the right dress yet. She had gotten them a table at Paulo's, a rather romantic, Italian restaurant, so she needed something that was both classic and suited James' wishes for her dress-code. I need to dress... nice... after all, she thought with a giggle, knowing that 'nice' meant 'accessible'.

Half an hour later she'd finally found a dress that fit her needs. It was a long, black dress that fit her like a second layer of skin. It was very tight, especially at the chest -- she would never get a bra on under it but it wasn't needed anyway. The dress itself pushed her tits together and up, creating that mesmerising cleavage that James loved so much. A naughty smile found its way to her lips as she considered the large, black letters J B on her chest. The top half of them would be easily noticeable on her tanned skin above the dress' generous neckline. That was sure to get her some attention from the other patrons of the restaurant!

The dress was strapless and left her shoulders completely bare, something she herself found sexy in a dress (and she imagined James wouldn't mind either -- the more skin she showed the better, she figured). The dress had slits up in both sides and would show off much of her thighs whenever she took a step or even sat down.

She held it up in front of her naked body and imagined James face when he saw her in it. She looked very much forward to showing off for her lover in it, just thinking about his reaction to her in it made her pussy moist.

Suddenly aroused, she threw the dress on the bed and stood in front of the mirror. Her right hand quickly found her clit and started rubbing it, while her left fondled her tits with the large letters J B and pinched her nipples.

"James' bitch!" she moaned to her reflection, loving her status as James' lowly bitch. In her mind she saw a long series of images of the evening's date. First he'd come and pick her up, looking all handsome and sexy. She'd wear her beautiful, black dress but he'd still treat her like a whore.

"Ungh!" she moaned in pleasure as she imagined him making her kneel in her expensive dress, and how he'd heartlessly stick his cock into her mouth, not caring that she'd spent almost an hour painting her face to perfection.

Her fingers rubbed frantically on her clit as she imagined how he would hold her head and fuck her face, smearing her makeup and ruining her look. Finally he'd pull out and cum all over her face, making her look like a used whore.

She'd ask if she could go clean up but he'd laugh and say: "You can go like you are, you little whore!"

Imagining his cruel face and the terrible offense she came with a small scream, though only in yet another unfulfilling James-less orgasm.

She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself after having orgasmed. Her need for sex was quenched for now but she knew it wouldn't be long before it awoke again, and she had a lot to do...

---

"Ding-dong!" the doorbell sounded at Andrea's and she opened it almost immediately. She had been ready for the last 45 minutes and just waited for the clock to strike seven. Now he was finally here!

Outside stood James, all dressed up. He was wearing a nice, dark shirt and black jeans, and he'd even spent time fixing his hair. In his hand he was holding a small bouquet of red roses. He smiled at her, handed her the bouquet and delivered the line he'd been practising since he left his house;

"Flowers for the most beautiful flower in my life."

"Aww..." Andrea couldn't stop herself from smiling a huge silly grin as she accepted them and held them up to her nose and sniffed them, "they're beautiful!" He brought me flowers! She thought in wonder and pure joy.

"Come in, please, while I find a vase..." she said, his gesture had completely fuddled her. Her careful plans of acting like a pure temptation were quite ruined. Instead, she felt like a teenager on her first date, clumsy and nervous.

James was genuinely pleased that she liked the flowers, he hadn't been sure. He found it a little difficult to change from her Master to her suitor, but somehow the nervousness felt good -- felt right.

He followed her in and couldn't help but to notice how sexy Andrea's dress was, and how the slits on both sides of it showed him tantalising glimpse of her tanned legs and thighs. Her ass swayed captivatingly in her high-heeled pumps and he admired her ass in the delightful dress as she bent over to take a vase from a low cupboard. As she turned back to him after putting the roses and water in the vase, he had to fight not to stare at her generous neckline where her large, firm tits threatened to spill out every time she took a breath. Her seducing, deep cleavage made it hard to look her in the eyes.

Her make-up was as subtle as her cleavage -- with her dark, dark eye-shadow and mascara and red lips, she look attractive and mysterious. The result was an alluring woman that unavoidable led the thoughts of any man to sex. God, she's beautiful, he thought and as his eyes met hers, he saw a longing deep in them that banished all his nervousness -- for now.

He eagerly moved to her, slid his arms around her waist and kissed her, soft and lovingly. For now, he didn't want to tie her up and fuck her, whip her or punish her -- for now he just wanted to be with her and make her happy.

As they both just sunk into the kiss, Andrea let her arms go around his neck, holding on to him and never wanting to let him go.

---

Half an hour later they were in a taxi on the way to Paulo's, both quite aroused but neither of them willing to give up the date in exchange for having sex on the kitchen floor -- yet.

Andrea had handed James $500 before they left, so he could pay for the date. It was an awkward moment for both of them but he had accepted them and given her a kiss in return.

James paid the cab-driver as they got out and hand-in-hand they went into the restaurant.

The maître d' greeted them and did a double take as he noticed Andrea. Her elegant beauty combined with her almost obscenely sexy dress made it hard not to notice her. They could see how he tried to make out the lettering on her skin that stuck up over her dress.

"Ehh... hello?" James asked trying to get his attention, and succeeding as the flushed man turned his attention to James, "we have a reservation for two under James Hanmister?"

The maître d' blushed, checked his list and with a curt "yes, of course, sir" he escorted them to a small, secluded table in the back of the restaurant.

James went to Andrea's chair and held it out for her, acting like the perfect gentleman. As she sat down, they both noticed how the maître d' did his best to get a better look down her neckline... while trying to look like he didn't.

"A waiter will be with you shortly, sir, ma'am," the maître d' said when James had sat down and went away.

"I think," James smiled conspiratorially, "he liked the view..." His eyes stared right down her cleavage, making it completely clear what he meant. Andrea blushed; she had noticed it too and found it to be both fun and quite arousing to tease other men. However, she knew from experience how jealous James could get.

"Well, it doesn't matter what he thinks..." she told him with a seductive smile, while she leaned in across the table, exposing more and more of her delicious breasts, "do you like it?"

Fighting hard to look her into the eyes, James could only nod in silent agreement.

"I especially like how my mark still hasn't vanished..." he smirked and she blushed in combined embarrassment and arousal. She liked that too, very much.

"It's starting to fade a bit though, Sir... maybe you better leave your mark on me again -- in whatever way you want," she said, easily gliding back into that submissive role that had become so natural to her over the past days with James.

He was reminded of the other way in which he had marked her some days ago -- shooting his warm, sticky cum all over her face, hair and chest and dragging her outside while it dried on her skin.

"Maybe I will, maybe I will," he said with a grin.

Their waitress finally arrived with the menus, handing them one each. She was petite, around 25 years old with brown hair and a slim body. Her eyes were drawn to the beautiful woman, and she looked back and forth between the two of them a bit, as if trying to figure out why the gorgeous but clearly more mature woman was with the teenager. Sure, James wasn't ugly but next to the strikingly sexy Andrea, he was very plain.

James had no idea what most of the dishes on the menu were, but his pride and the slight disbelief he had seen on the waitress' face made him unable to ask for help trying to understand it. He found something that sounded vaguely familiar and ordered a Pasta Alfredo (he couldn't find the Bolognese anywhere...) and Andrea ordered something that sounded very sophisticated to James' ears. He scanned the wine-list without any hope of finding anything he'd recognise and ended up choosing one at random -- from the 'red' list. Even he knew (or thought he knew, at least) that one takes red wine to the main-course.

When the waitress left, James took Andrea's hand in his, trying to get the romantic atmosphere from earlier back.

"I really enjoy spending time with you, you know," he said, looking into her eyes. His eyes widened as he remembered just what they usually did when they were spending time together, "eh... and not just because of the sex. I mean, of course I like that," he said, blushing and trying to get out of the web his words were weaving around him, " I mean, who wouldn't? What I'm trying to say though is that no matter what we do, I enjoy you. Ehh... I enjoy my time WITH you," he tried to finish.

Andrea looked at him and beamed a huge smile his way.

"I'm glad you like me," she said to him, trying to relax him again, "and I really enjoy my time with you -- especially the sex," she said with a naughty wink. "In fact, I'm looking very much forward to when we... get home," unbeknown to James, she had slipped off one of her shoes, and now she slowly began to rub his legs with her naked foot, up and down.

"Uhm..." James murmured, taken back with her brazen need for sex.

The truth was; Andrea did want romance, she did want nights out with James but she had been totally hooked on the wild sex they'd been having -- she wanted to have her cake and eat it too. To poor James the line between romance and the dom/sub-sex they'd been having was crystal-clear. Either they did one or the other... or so it had been so far.

"Well then," he said, gliding into his preferred role as the dominant Master, "what do you imagine will happen when we get home?" He looked at her nonchalantly and tried to stay in control, despite the effect her cleavage and her foot had on him.

"Oh, I don' know," she said, her breathing starting to increase (James noticed immediately because he was constantly keeping an eye on her chest), "I... uhm, I have a pair of handcuffs... a gag-gift at a birthday long time ago," she blushed, "maybe... maybe you could use those. On me?"

"You have handcuffs?" James asked, surprised and she blushed even more when she nodded her affirmative.

James -- and everyone else who looked closely enough -- now got proof of how thin her dress really was. Her nipples hardened with her growing arousal and they were clearly visual through the delicate, black fabric.

With a pleased smile, James leaned in over the table and whispered to her, "That turns you on, does it - me cuffing you to the bed and having my way with your helpless body?"

Andrea's eyes were a little wild as she nodded.

"Your cunt is wet already, isn't it?" he demanded in a soft voice.

"Oh yes, Sir. But then," she whispered conspiratorially to him, "my cunt's always wet when you're too close..." Just using such dirty words turned her on somehow -- perhaps because her language had always been so clean and proper before she met James?

At her reply he sat back with lifted eyebrows. He liked her naughty admission but somehow he felt he was losing the control. His wanton slut was out of control!

"Well..." he said, trying to get back in charge, "I'm really gonna need proof, I think." He gave a quick look around, trying to determine if anyone was watching them before ordering: "Take off your panties. And give them to me..." he demanded, smirking.

She blushed again completely red, not thinking that he would go so far, not here where everyone could see them, at least! Like he had, she looked around her with a guilty expression. One older guy at the bar seemed to be paying them (her!) a little too much attention but she figured he wouldn't notice what she was up to if she just moved discreetly...

Trying to hide under the tablecloth, her hands snuck up under her dress and found her little black thong. Very self-conscious, she started to inch them down her hips, though it was a harder task than she had anticipated. She had to wriggle her ass and scoot around on her chair before she was able to get the thong loose off her thighs. Finally she could slide them down her slender, tanned legs and hand them over to James, curled up in a ball, hidden in her fist.

"Here!" she whispered, shooting a quick glance at the old guy who had paid her attention before -- who was now blatantly staring at her!

James wasn't in any rush though. He accepted the little black ball, carefully unfolded it and held it up in front of him, showing it off for everyone who was looking his way. While Andrea looked with shock painted on her face, he put his nose to the crotch-part of the panties and inhaled deeply.

"Oh yes, slut!" he decided, quite pleased, "you are definitely wet!" He gave her a large wolfish smile as he put the panties in his chest-pocket. To Andrea's chagrin he looked at the old man in the bar and gave him a thumb up. The man returned his gesture by saluting with his beer.

"Oh my God," Andrea muttered to herself.

"What's the matter? Afraid that you'll soak though your dress now that you don't have your panties to gather your juices?" James asked with a crooked smile.

"Well, now I am!" she quickly replied with a little laugh. The whole incident had embarrassed her beyond belief but at the same time it made her so horny!

I'm on display here, she thought, James is showing me off to whoever's around: 'see how wet and willing MY woman is!'

That thought sent a new bolt down her already aroused pussy. I really am going to soak though my dress, she thought wryly.

A minute or two later, the waitress arrived with their food, and James was rather disappointed to discover that Pasta Alfredo was a meat-less spaghetti dish. Not wanting to let Andrea know that he didn't have a clue about food though, he praised the food as he ate it, while shooting jealous glances at her dish that looked like some sort of advanced lasagne. She wasn't fooled though -- she knew about her lover's pride and his lack of knowledge of the 'real world' and its occupants.

"That looks really good..." she smiled at him, "wanna trade for some of mine?"

"Ehh..." James said, torn between wanting her lasagne and ***ness to let her taste his own food and thus calling his bluff.

"Pleeeease?" she asked with huge, pleasing eyes. For added effect she leaned forward, showing off her impressive cleavage, making it deeper and more appealing, "you know I'll be good to you when we get home..." What choice did James really have? They traded -- and it did make the dinner better for stubborn James.

Throughout the rest of the meal, Andrea kept touching James' leg with her shoeless foot, showing off her delightful breasts with his mark and throwing offhand remarks like "this chair is sooo hard on my sore little ass" and "mhm... I wonder what's for desert."

Her impish teasing kept James at a bursting-point and staring down her alluring cleavage, James decided then and there to skip the desert all together -- at least the desert the restaurant was offering!

He signalled the waitress and asked for the check.

"No desert... sir?" she made the 'sir' sound a bit too ironic for James' taste, but as his sexy date in that moment sucked one of her fingers in between her red lips with a look of outmost pleasure on her face, James ignored the snotty waitress and just asked for the check again. He got it and they left the restaurant, hand in hand.

On the way out, the gentleman that had witnessed how Andrea gave up her panties, came up to James and shook his hand with a wide smile.

"That was quite a show, mister," he said in a thick southern accent, "if ya ever need help with this here lovely... lady, you just call." He handed James a business-card before the astonished James could respond. Then he winked and walked away, leaving the confused couple staring at his back.

"Forget him," Andrea said quickly to James, "let's get out of here. I NEED you." She whispered the last sentence into his ear in her seductive voice, bringing him out of his surprised stupor. James shook his head, pocketed the business-card without looking at it and continued outside with his date in hand.

When they came outside, instead of calling a cab, James led her around the restaurant-building, down a small alley. It was a couple of meters wide, with brick-walls on both sides, trash littered the sides and there was even a container with kitchen refuse. All in all it had a dark, down-run feel to it. It was perfect.

"My, my, my," Andrea whispered to him with a smile in her voice, getting an idea, "why are you leading your innocent and defenceless date down a dark alleyway? Perhaps you-"

James quickly understood her idea (he hoped) and it turned him on to no end. With a sudden move he spun her around and pressed her up against the brick wall. His mouth quickly found hers in a hard, demanding kiss.

His right arm quickly circled around her waist, giving him complete control of her delicate body while his other hand roamed free across her chest, groping her.

"Oh no!" she playfully breathed through his kiss, "please don't!" Weakly, she tried to 'defend' against his attack, tried to protect her tempting breasts from his eager hand.

"Such a slut!" James hissed at her, "you've been playing up to me all night and now you won't deliver?! Well, I'll take what I want then!" With that James grabbed both her wrists and pinned them against the wall above her head, seizing the control once and for all.

"Noooo!" she moaned into his greedy mouth, feeling how him 'powering' her made the juices run freely from her cunt. His free hand continued groping her chest and he grinned gleefully when he found her hard nipple.

"Seems someone likes this, huh?" he laughed at her, "I bet a hot little bitch like you are wet too!"

"No, I'm not, please let me go," she begged. It was somewhat unconvincing as she spread her legs a little to give him easier access at the same time. Not that it was hard to get inside, considering that her dress had slits all the way up to her thigh in both sides and she wasn't wearing panties anymore.

"Oh yes," he muttered as his hands found her slippery inner-thigh, "I knew it! You're a slut, aren't you?"

"No no, I'm not a-" she began to object but then his wandering fingers found her very wet and very eager cunt, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning in pleasure: "oh Gooood, yes!"

"Huh!?" he mocked her as he plunged two fingers deep into her willing slit, "Yes? You suddenly want this?"

"Yeees!" she whispered, "please!" All pretence about her being *** or even innocent disappeared quickly. She was back in her natural state -- a slut hungry for James' thick cock.

"You'll let me fuck you, won't you?" he asked her as a third finger started to stretch her pussy in its way up.

"All you want!" she gasped, "whatever you want, just don't stop!"

"What kind of girl lets a guy fuck her on the first date? And in a dirty alley no less?" he asked evilly.

"A slut!" she all but screamed, "a dirty whore, a fucking bitch! Whatever you want me to be, just please, please FUCK ME!"

He didn't really need more incentive than that. More gently this time, he spun her around again so she faced the wall and he was behind her. She quickly positioned herself a good meter from the wall and leaned in on it, resting her hands on it. With eager hands he flipped her dress up, baring her naked ass. Even in his sex-crazed state, he couldn't help but stop and admire its perfect roundness.

"You want it?" he asked teasingly as he ran his hands up and down the sexy, tanned globes.

"God yes!" she exclaimed, "take me for Christ's sake!" In a dark alley, surrounded by trash and next to a garbage-can... and still I'm begging him to fuck me! Andrea thought in wonder. Then she felt James' hard cock slowly -- way too slowly -- slide up into her waiting fuckhole and all conscious thoughts were gone.

"Yeees!" she moaned loudly, not caring who could hear her -- or what they'd think if they could.

Slap! James slapped her ass as hard as he could, catching her completely off guard, "quiet, slut!" he hissed at her -- he didn't have Andrea's exhibitionistic nature and he was concerned about getting company.

Either Andrea didn't hear him, didn't heed his order or just couldn't control herself -- he didn't know which -- but his order had no effect on her whatsoever. She moaned loudly, like a pornstar in heat, every time his fat cock powerd its way into her tight cunt, stretching and rubbing her sensitive pussywalls and hitting her G-spot every so often.

That pissed James off. He would NOT stand for disobedience; he would not accept any rebellion against his control. Without warning he stopped his thrusting, and Andrea who was getting into a good rhythm almost stumred in her high heels. He pulled his cock almost out of her and rested it at the entrance of her wet slit.

With an anxious whimper she look back at him, trying to figure out what was wrong -- and fix it so he could continue filling her with what she craved so much!

He grabbed a hold of her dark hair and pulled her head back. As she was still resting her weight on the wall, he powerd her to arch her neck and spine back, so she could look up into his face. Despite her age, Andrea was a very flexible woman and though angry, James could not stop his eyes from wandering down the inviting view of her deep cleavage that was presented to him.

With a cruel smile, James regained focus on her punishment and took her panties from his breast-pocket. They were still wet and had a nice and arousing smell. Keeping eye-contact with her, he powerd her own, used panties into her mouth.

"Maybe that'll shut you up?!" he wondered out loud.

"Mff mfooof!" she moaned into the gag he'd made, turned on further by this demeaning act. She could clearly taste her own juices. Oh God, she thought, what kind of slut gets turned on by her own pussyjuice? One of her frisky little hands --almost on its own -- snuck down towards her twat, hoping to continue what James had started -- until he himself would finish her!

"You know what happen to sluts who don't obey?" James interrupted her thoughts and looked down at her harshly. Her hand froze instantly as she thought he had discovered her.

Another punishment, she thought as she clearly remembered when he had whipped her -- and how hard she had cum from it. "She gets punished" she tried to say but all that came out through the make-shift gag was "Dffm gff pmffidd." Understanding her gaggled words, James laughed at her and nodded.

"She gets punished," he agreed, "I'll take care of that when we get home. For now..." he finished, "I'm not done here..."

Andrea's stomach soared at the mention of 'home' -- every mention of her and James together caused her stomach to soar -- but only for a moment before she felt him hammer his stiff cock into her as hard as he could and she forgot everything else...

"Mmmphf!" she moaned into her gag. The thick rod felt like it tore through her and it felt soooo good! She was glad he had gagged her as she would probably have screamed loudly in surprise and arousal if he hadn't. He didn't pause for a second when his entire length was inside; instead he pulled out almost to the edge before thrusting in again. To steady himself he grabbed a hold of her waist, using it as an anchor-point as he fucked his enthusiastic slut. Her willingness to follow his command and accept the punishments he dished out was a huge turn-on for the young budding Master, and the last of his self-control had been used up during the improvised gagging of Andrea. Now his only thought was to get his rocks off.

She on the other hand was quickly reaching that special place that only James could bring her to. The hard, fast fucking, the offense of being gagged with her own panties, the risk of getting caught fucking her young lover behind a garbage-can... and the promise of more punishment to come when they got home -- all the matters combined, Andrea needed very little more to push her over the edge into the pleasurable oblivion of orgasm.

"Mfffp!" she moaned, unable to remain silent, even gagged. James, too far gone in his own ecstasy to care if anyone heard, just slapped her tanned ass as hard as he could and kept pounding into her, rapidly nearing his own orgasm.

"Moooofff!" Andrea screamed when she felt the sudden, stinging pain from his hand on her ass and she started thrashing as her entire body exploded in complete bliss as she came in a thunderous orgasm.

As James felt her orgasm, he lost the last part of his self-control. He pulled painfully hard on the tuft of her hair he still held onto and hammered his cock as hard as he could deep inside her, cumming as he did so.

"Arrrgh!" he groaned, forgetting his own rule about being silent when he shot his warm, sticky cum up her welcoming cunt.

They stood locked together for a couple of minutes, enjoying the afterglow. When they finally separated, James told Andrea to put her panties back on, to stop his cum from running down her thighs...

---

Half an hour later Andrea was in her own permisteral mix between Heaven and Hell. She had assumed that the date would end at her doorstep -- she was still floating on a cloud from her explosive orgasm and she assumed that he was feeling the same way. But when she stopped at her doorstep, thinking to end the date with the traditional goodnight-kiss. Albeit it was only 9.15 pm but it felt like the date was over.

James, however, felt otherwise. Once she'd unlocked the door and turned around to kiss him, he stepped by her and entered her house, not caring what she thought was going to happen. Confused, she scramred to follow but as soon as she came inside and had closed the door, James looked at her with his deep, piercing eyes.

"Kneel," was all he said. She complied immediately, dropping to her knees without hesitation, getting pleasurable flashbacks from her masturbation-session earlier. The punishment! she thought as her libido awoke again. It never seemed to really relax these days, especially not when she was around James... how could I forget the punishment?

"You need to be punished, don't you?" James asked her, mirroring her thoughts. Humbly, she nodded, looking down, feeling somewhat ashamed. But how could he expect her to be quiet when he was pounding that wonderful cock into her? That would take superhuman self-control -- something Andrea certainly didn't possess.

"You won't stand up until I'm done punish you, understood? That's a part of your punishment -- you'll be on your knees, where a horny slut like you belongs."

Again, she nodded her agreement. She understood, and just kneeling here, at his feet gave a tingle down her spine -- down to her cunt.

"Now, where's the stuff we bought online? The toys, the DVD and all that stuff?" he asked her. She looked up at him and just remembering what they'd bought brought another excited feeling to her greedy little cunt.

"Ehh..." she began, focusing on his words instead of her own presentation, "it's upstairs. In my bedroom."

"Next to your bed, huh?" he smiled at her, knowing how wanton she'd become over the last week. She blushed at that but nodded -- it was in her bedside table's topmost drawer.

"Well, crawl up and get it. I'll be right behind you... enjoying the view," he smiled. She smiled back at him and begun crawling through her house. She liked that -- being on display for him. And she liked even more that he wanted her on display, so she gave him the best show she could, though it would have been easier to sway her hips seductively if she'd been allowed to stand, she mused. Nevertheless, James did enjoy the view, as he'd said he would. The fact that he made a gorgeous woman crawl around in her own home for his amusement, didn't hurt...

"Pull your dress up," he ordered suddenly, deciding that the flimsy dress interfered with his enjoyment. Smiling to herself, Andrea obediently obeyed, hiking the dress up around her waist, freeing her sexy ass. She wiggled a little with it, showing off for her intrigued audience, before she continued crawling towards the stairs.

"Very nice," was his only comment.

When they made it to the stairs, James spoke again: "Get upstairs, put the things we bought and your cuffs on the bed." She nodded eagerly and began up, when he finished with, "and take your dress off too!"

While she did that, James collected a few items from the bottom floor before following her upstairs. The sight that awaited him in the bedroom was simply breathtaking. She was sitting in the bed in a cross-legged position, naked except for the little thong as he'd ordered and with her arms locked behind her. This really caused her naked tits to stand out, proud and impressive -- there was no doubt what anyone entering the room would notice first: Andrea Cinder's magnificent double-D's.

"Wow!" James muttered under his breath as he came into the room, his gaze locked on her chest. Andrea heard and sent him a radiating smile that lit up her face. She had been feeling a bit glum when she stripped off her dress -- even though she had had an operation "lifting" her tits, she had noticed that they had started to sag a little again. Of course, that was to be expected, even by her -- gravity will certainly take its toll on a pair of breasts that size -- but it still made her feel a little bad. She knew James loved tits, and she loved him. The logical conclusion was that her breasts had to be sexy, beautiful, outstanding.

His gut-reaction to seeing her was just what she needed to boost her fragile ego. Every time James -- voluntarily or not -- made her feel sexy and desirable, she felt a little more secure in his attraction to her.

"Turn around," he said and made a circle in the air with his hand, "head down, ass up."

She smiled invitingly at him and unfolded her legs in one long, slow and careful movement -- or so it should have been, but it's difficult to be seductive when one's balance is off-centre. Having her hands cuffed behind her back made Andrea a little clumsy -- she tripped and fell on her nose. Luckily the bed was soft, and she actually ended up in the position James had ordered. She pretended it was on purpose and didn't move, and he decided to let her keep her dignity. Or how much dignity a woman can have with her face pressed down in a pillow, her hands cuffed behind her back, wearing only a dirty thong -- all on the order of her lover.

"Mhm... so nice," he said admiringly, gently stroking her backside, up along her side and ending in dark-red hair. He'd already decided on her punishment and it was not what she was expecting. She'd laid the whip out with the rest of the toys but James had other plans...

He picked up the DVD 'Milfs in Chains' -- he'd been meaning to see it with Andrea for the last couple of days but something had come up, usually the temptation to use his little slut's excellent talents. They'd watch it tonight though. But first... he took the vibrating buttplug out of its box and studied it. The plug itself was a bit bigger than the small one Andrea had used a couple of times, but he figured she wouldn't have any difficulties taking it anyway. He noticed with quite a bit of pride, that his own equipment was quite a bit thicker as well as longer.

It was hollow -- batteries not included of course. He'd brought some from the kitchen though -- he was already getting the hang of where Andrea kept her stuff -- and he quickly made it and the remote-control ready.

"So, my little slut..." he said as he crawled into the bed, feeling her up from behind, "are you ready for your punishment?"

"Yes..." she uttered, sounding quite tensed. She was probably waiting for the whip, he mused. He liked to be unpredictable and he liked giving her surprises.

"Gonna get rid of these," he muttered to himself as he slid her panties down her thighs. They stuck a bit to her pussy, but came off with a little work. He took them down around her knees and all the way off -- leaving her naked, with her inviting cunt and ass plain in his view. Smiling to himself, James tenderly touched her swollen pussy-lips. It wasn't wet -- yet! -- but it was definitely starting to get moist.

Andrea, always ready and eager, rubbed herself against his fingers, signalling a craving for him that was undeniable. He found the lube and smeared lots of the greasy stuff on the plug before he squatted some on his fingers.

"Relax now, slut," he gently told her and started the invasion of her desirable little butthole. Though he didn't warn her about what he was going to do, Andrea wasn't stupid. She knew what kind of toys they'd bought and she recognised the sounds the tube of lube was making, so she was prepared when he started the journey into her. Though far from as experienced in this department as James envisioned her to become in the course of their relationship, she did know that he was right -- she should relax as best she could.

It was just hard to do, when an ice-cold finger suddenly started to press on her sphincter. Nevertheless, the unrelenting finger made its way up inside her. As always, a foreign object up her ass just felt strange and uncomfortable -- and God, it turned her on! She didn't quite understand why, but as James slowly stretched her butt, she started to become really horny. When James' second finger began to worm its way inside, she really wished he'd stop playing with her ass and just fuck her! And knowing that James didn't care what she wanted done to her own body, just made the craving in her pussy so much worse...

"Does it hurt?" he suddenly asked when both his fingers were inside her to the knuckles. He knew it couldn't be too bad -- he knew from experience that her threshold for pain was quite high and she hadn't protested yet -- but he did feel concerned for her.

"No, I'm a big girl," she said in a slightly strained voice, but still with a smile.

"Good!" he laughed, and gave her an admiring slap on her ass-cheek. Then he began to fingerfuck her ass, ever so slowly at first but gradually faster and faster. She gave a protesting groan whenever he sped up, but she accepted it all the same -- like a good little subslut should, the both of them thought.

James finally figured she'd had enough and was ready for the plug, so he withdrew completely from her tight little ass and picked up the lubed buttplug.

She started missing his touch, the second he pulled out of her -- even though it had hurt a bit, it had felt so good! It was difficult for her to wrap her head around it when she wasn't aroused, but pain and offense was so sexy to her.

She didn't have to wait for it for long though. She soon felt the cold, unforgiving tip of the buttplug, as it slowly slid inside her. It felt bigger than his fingers had, and she could only imagine how out-stretched her poor ass was becoming while it slid into her.

"Nnggh," she groaned into her pillow, and she almost asked him to stop (at least for a break!) when the widest part of it finally slid inside, and her powerful sphincter squeezed the slightly thinner base of the plug, effectively sealing it in place.

"Nice," was his only comment. She suspected he didn't know how it hurt to have one's asshole torn open by a huge latex item (or what felt like a huge latex item...). And he didn't care. I'm his to use as he pleases after all. That thought sent a bolt of desire down her pussy.

"Where's the key?" he asked her.

"The key?" she replied puzzled, "what key?"

"For the cuffs, of course," he answered impatient.

"Oh. On the bedside table, I think," she replied. Why does he want the keys? Isn't he gonna whip me and fuck me?

It seemed not. He found it and unlocked the cuffs and told her to turn around. She obeyed, still a bit confused but she figured he had a plan. He usually did, after all. He laid her down on her back and cuffed her hands to the bars of her bed's headboard, leaving her completely defenceless with her arms secured above her head. He rearranged the pillows for her, trying to ease the strain on her arms and shoulders and stepped back, looking down at her.

She was beautiful. It was almost as if he really saw her for the first time. He'd seen her lots of times, of course, in various states of undress, but he felt like he'd never taken the time to just see her.

Her dark-red hair flowed down her shoulders, looking like a redied halo and her striking, blue eyes were locked on his, patiently awaiting his next move. Her make-up, that had been so carefully applied before their date was now smeared and grimed -- caused by the rough alley-fucking and her powerful orgasm, James figured, but it just made her more attractive to him.

Her ruby-red lips smiled up at him, silently conveying her unshaken faith in him to take care of her. His eyes continued their journey down his captive prey and naturally stopped at her enticingly large breasts. So big, so sexy, James thought as he looked at them. Her nipples were hard, like two little buttons, clearly betraying her arousal to the world -- and the large letters JB showed to whom she belonged!

His gaze continued down her luscious body, noticing her soft belly and the gentle swell of her hips, before it came to rest on her glorious pussy. The pussy-lips themselves were clean-shaved (he liked that) and there was a neatly trimmed landing-strip above it -- a landing strip that didn't match the colour of the hair on her head! He hadn't really paid too much attention to it before, paying more attention to the delicious mounds beneath it, but now...
It was brown. Not even dark brown, but a boring, everyday kind of brown. He did prefer her dark-red mane, he decided, but he was still going to inquire a bit more about this... later. For now, he had a beauty to torment.

"Milfs in Chains," he said casually as he picked up the DVD and put it in her player. She had a television in her bedroom, of course, with a DVD-player. He quickly skipped through menu and the intro, arriving at the first scene.

Andrea certainly hadn't expected this. She'd asked for the cuffs herself, so that was really no surprise, and James seemed rather focus on her ass, so the butt-plug was to be expected as well. But she had figured he would have already started whipping her ass by this time, or spanking her, or fucking her...

But a porn-flick, even one they'd bought together?

Oh well, I guess I'll see where this is heading, she resolved, he usually knows what he's doing -- at least well enough to get me off. She giggled a little at the last thought, and focused on the screen.

An almost naked blonde was standing in a dark basement-cellar. Her hands were cuffed high above her head, powering her to stand in a stretched, uncomfortable position. She was wearing high-heeled boots, stay-up stockings and a collar, nothing else. The woman looked to be around forty, undeniably sexy with her huge, obviously fake tits, tight stomach and round ass. She wasn't beautiful but she seemed to emit a raw sexual energy that Andrea envied her. At the same time though, she felt relieved that she was better looking than the 'actress' (though she did feel a need to start dieting...) and hoped that James felt the same way.

A man entered the screen, a large, heavily built man, tattooed, pierced and mean-looking. He was carrying a crop and without any hesitation he started smacking the blonde's ass with it, making her cry out and moan in pain.

Andrea couldn't help but imagining herself in that position -- with James doing the cropping, of course -- and she started to get wet. Every time the heavy-set man let the crop fall on the blonde woman's ass, Andrea gave a little moan - she didn't notice it herself, but James did and it caused some well-known reactions in his boxers. He loved that she got turned on by pain and his domination.

He was standing next to the bed, still dressed in his 'date-clothes', watching the little slut enjoy herself. Starting to get aroused himself, he sat down next to her, gently letting his hands caress Andrea's naked body, from her neck, down her chest (teasingly avoiding the her nipples) to her hips, and back up again. At times he used his nails on her skin, sometimes just the soft touch of his fingers, aiming to make her mad with sexual heat.

"Mhm..." she moaned, telling him that he was well on his way, just by his teasing. Grinning, he bent down and took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked it into his mouth. He bit down on it, not overly hard but not gentle either, drawing another moan from his bound primisterer.

She took a sharp breath when he released it again, only to turn his attention to her other nipple, biting down on it, hard.

"Yeees," she panted, "more, more!"

To her despair, he released her nipple at her words and quickly scanned the floor, finding her discarded panties. They were quite dirty with a mix of his sperm and her juices -- perfect!

"So... you wanted to talk?" James said as he sat down at Andrea's kitchen-table. It was Wednesday evening and the first time the two of them actually saw each other since their date Sunday night -- much to Andrea's frustration. While James seemed to gain more and more control, both in their relationship and over himself, she seemed to lose it.

"Yes, I did," she said nervously. She stood next to him and tried to gather her words -- she couldn't remember ever having so hard with getting her words out as she did now. All their previous communications had been a lot easier: usually she just dressed in something racy, and he took it from there. This time was different.

"Yes, I did," she repeated uncertain. Then her face lit up in a suggestive smile, "but first there seems to be something we need to take care of..." she murmured while she let her hands glide down his chest to his pants. She knelt down next to his chair and opened his pants, freeing his semi-hard cock. As she once again saw his wonderful pleasure-took, she briefly wondered if she was avoiding her nervousness by burying it in a more... pleasant task.

"Oooh," she cooed in delight and took the hardening cock in her hand, looking adoringly up at James. She started to stroke it, eager for it to get all-erect. She didn't really have a plan, except for getting him off -- she'd let him decide if he want a blowjob or something more. Deep down she hoped for something more... she always did, but she'd leave it entirely up to James.

She took his growing cock in her mouth, savouring the taste of her lover. Her tongue playfully licked the head, teasing him, before she took the entire length of him into her mouth and down her throat. She held it there for a short while, trying to breathe through her nose. She couldn't, not really, so she had to pull off him again. She got a mouthful of air, and powerd her mouth down around it again.

"Mhm..." he groaned every time she slid the entire length down her throat.

She knew how James liked blowjobs -- hard and fast. He usually grabbed her head and fucked it, so she tried to create that feeling for him. Again and again she powerd his cock into her mouth, ignoring the burning sensation that started at the top of her throat.

Without warning he grabbed her hair and pulled her off. He stepped around her and knelt behind her. She immediately caught his drift -- he did want something more -- and positioned her upper-body across the chair he'd just left, eagerly giving him complete access to her ass. She'd just gotten off work, so her skirt was of a 'decent' length, all the way down to her knees. It was still a skirt though, so easy to get out of the way and the tiny panties, she wore under, were anything but decent. He quickly got them out of the way too and explored her uncovered pussy.

"Wet," he murmured almost triumphantly, as one of his fingers disappeared into her, quickly followed by one more.

"Yeees...!" she moaned as he began fingerfucking her, "always wet for you!" She felt exposed as she was positioned there on her own kitchen-chair, exposed and humiliated -- and she loved that! It made her feel so terrible wanton, like a whore on display. The detached way in which James used her only heightened that feeling, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning in despair when he suddenly pulled his fingers out. They were quickly replaced by his fat cock though, so her misery was short-lived. James was not known for his patience, with little concern for anything but his own desire, he hammered his hard dick into her open, eager pussy as hard as he could. He grabbed hold of her hips; using them to for balance... and the feeling of power it gave him to control the sex so thoroughly.

"Oh God, yes!" she cried hoarsely, "I missed you sooo much, it's been so long! Oh, you're so BIG! Moooore!" Andrea quickly lost control; James fucked her like no one else ever had. Her sexual excitement went hand in hand with her complete and total sexual presentation.

Unlike James, she had spent most of the last couple of days getting off on her own, but her own orgasms seemed so pale in comparimister and only left her craving more. Her needs were always just under the surface, and as he fucked her she felt the familiar feeling of an explosive James-orgasm rising.

James had become completely the opposite. He hadn't masturbated since he had sex for the first time -- the time he had phonesex with Andrea didn't really count, at least not to him -- which was quite the turnabout; before then, he had wacked off at least once a day. His newfound abstinence had the downside of course that it was very hard for him to hold for long, especially considering that he was fucking his beautiful, submissive lover. Though he was building up an impressive control and power of will -- greatly helped by Andrea's unwavering faith in him and willingness to submit to nearly his every desire -- his body was still very much that of a teenager.

"Nghyeeess!" he groaned loudly, as he came and thrust his cock into her as hard as he could, while pulled her back against him. When she felt and heard him cum, she reached down between her legs and found her clit. He was still hard and inside her and she was sooo close! If she could just...

"Mhmmmm! Yes, yes!" she whimpered, as she rubbed her clit. It didn't take a lot of rubbing before she too came, although not in the explosive orgasm she was used to enjoy with James. It wasn't a small weak one as her own private ones were though.

It was, however, the first time he came before she did. A fact neither of them dwelled on for too long.

---

"So you wanted to talk to me?" James asked again. She had cleaned up (licked him clean) and brought him something to take, and they were sitting at the kitchen-table again.

"Yes," she began, thinking about where to start, "well, I had a lot of time for myself since Sunday..." when she saw he was about to interrupt, she quickly continued, "and I understand why! That's not what I wanted to talk about," she smiled relieved when she saw him relax again.

"But with you occupied, I spent a lot of time thinking about... well, us. And I spent a lot of time watching the film, we bought," she blushed as she said that, "and on the Internet..." She took a deep breath as she gathered her courage:

"I want to be your slave."

"You what?" James said with surprised painted on his face.

"I was reading a lot of stories and on forums on the net, and I realised that's what I want! I want you to own me, to control me, tell me how to dress and how to behave!" she said in a rush, afraid that his surprise was a rejection," I want you to have power over me whenever, wherever you want, no matter what I'm doing or who I'm with!"

Wow! James looked into her eyes and saw that she was serious, saw that she had thought this through and that she had made her decision. He shielded his face with his hands, trying to think. Was this what he wanted? He had just cum, so his brain was doing the thinking, and it thought about the enormous responsibility her idea gave him. Was that her plan all along? To get him off, so he wouldn't just accept because the offer turned him on? She wanted to be owned. No, she wanted to be owned by him.

"You want to be my slave?" he asked, needing to hear it again.

"Yes," she nodded.

"My sexslave?"

"Yes," he said again.

"I... I need to think about this," he said and got up.

"Yes, yes of course," she exclaimed, "please let me show you some of the stories and forums I've read."

He had actually meant to go home and think, but he followed her to her computer. She started with a story about three women who enjoy a sort of vanilla-BDSM-sub relationship with two men, but decide they will give the men their ultimate, willing cooperation as a gift of love. The men *** the women in the most gruesome ways, partly for their own enjoyment but also because the women want to, so they can prove their love.

"This is what you want?" he asked, shocked, "pain and ***?"

"Of course not," she smiled, "that's not the point of the story! The point is that they loved their... owners... so much that they allowed them to do whatever they wanted. And that's what I want!" She leaned into him as he sat in front of the computer and whispered in his ear: "I want you to know that you can do whatever you want with me. Whatever you want..."

Next came a forum post where a submissive woman told everyone how much closer she and her husband had become after they divorced and she became his sexslave. After that, another story about a woman who submitted to her lover, how they both enjoyed showing her off in revealing outfits in public and how much better the sex got.

She has really planned this out, he thought in awe, as she next took him to another forum where a man wrote how much sexier his wife had become after he made her his slave, and how much they both had enjoyed one night where he had tied her to her bed and fucked one of her friends next to her. Suddenly James looked down on his lap. Without him knowing, Andrea was feeling him up through his pants, slowly stroking his cock that had become erect while he was reading that last story. He had been so focused on the sexy story line she had introduced him to that he hadn't even noticed.

"I think you want this," she smiled at him, "and I really, really want it..."

---

"Oh yes, oh James!" Andrea moaned in pure ecstasy five minutes later, "so goooood!" She was on her back atop of her desk, with James standing between her wide-spread legs, pounding his hard cock into her.

"And what if I want to fuck you in the school's parking-lot?" he asked, a little out of breath and tweaked her right nipple roughly.

"God, yes! Anything you want, whenever, wherever!" she eagerly replied. He's really gonna do it, h's really gonna make me his slave! she thought excitedly as the combined pain and pleasure from her nipple mixed with the bliss from her pussy and the sexy image James gave her.

"And when I tie you to the bed and fuck your friend right next to you, what are you gonna do?" he asked her without slowing down. His verbal teasing turned the both of them on to no end.

"I'm-I'm gonna be so turned on and sooo jealous that I'm not the one getting fucked by your awesome cock! And I'll hope you'll make me clean her out afterwards, so I'll still get to taste your delicious sperm! Oh yeeees! Oh God, yes, yes!" she cried out as the imagine of being 'powerd' to lick another woman's cunt clean after James had fucked her caused her to cum in the all-dominating James-orgasm she'd become addicted to.

Feeling her cum, James sped up, eagerly hunting his own orgasm.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried every time he jammed his cock as far into her as he could. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer and he wanted to make the most of it before he burst.

When he felt the blissful fires of orgasm spread through his body, he pulled his cock out of her and shot his load on her stomach, once again marking her as his. Considering he had cum less than an hour ago, it was quite an impressive load he painted the tanned skin of her soft belly with.

"Oh God," he panted when he stopped shooting. Then he looked down upon her, as she lay exhausted on her own desk with long white lines of cum stretching from her navel to the start of her tits, with the almost-faded letter JB still on her breast and with an eager, hopeful gleam in her eyes, as she looked up upon him.

"Go get cleaned up... slave," he said as he sat his naked ass down on her office-chair, surrendering to her idea of how their relationship should work.

---

A little less than 24 hours later, James sat at the kitchen-table again. He didn't quite know why, but he felt strangely at home in her kitchen -- he just liked it. As soon as he sat down, he had sent her off to get him a soda -- he wasn't really thirsty, he just needed a moment to collect his thoughts, and they both got a little kick out of him ordering her around in her own house.

She returned with the soda and sat down across the table, waiting for him to take command. She hadn't expected to see him today and was painfully aware that her outfit wasn't up to her usual standards. She wasn't wearing jeans (thank God!) but her sweater wasn't as tight as he would have wanted and nor did it have a neckline. Her skirt was a little too long and her makeup was too discrete. All in all, she was dressed for a day on the job, but not for some funtime with her Master.

"There are some issues we need to talk about," he began, "if you're to be my slave."

She nodded encouraging, eager to get any obstacles out of the way.

"First of all: Money. You earn quite a bit, yeah?" he asked.

"Ehm..." she started, very confused. Did he want her money? "Yes, I work typically between 16 and 20 hours a week. I don't have rent, so I make a bit, yes." He can't take my money, just because I'm his slave... can he? she thought almost panicking, okay, slaves don't have property, but... it's mine. James could see her thoughts jump around in her head; he could certainly follow her line of thoughts. Money meant freedom and independence, slavery meant the exact opposite. But while he did know what she was thinking, he didn't know what answer she'd reach. Truthfully, he enjoyed his little game -- he had no intentions of taking her money, but he wanted her to sweat a little. And he wanted to know how far she'd go, how willing she was to sacrifice.

"Well, I ehh... I'll need money for food and gas and insurance and that kind of things," she finally said, coming up with a compromise, "but you can have the rest. Should easily be almost a thousand dollars a month," she offered finally in an unsteady voice. James just smiled at her. Although he had felt a glimmer of greed be lit deep within him the day before when he had considered the situation, he had no real use of her money. Her trust was way more important to him.

"No, you'll keep it" he explained, "whenever I need to spend money on us, I'll let you know. However," he added with that controlling gleam in his eyes that sent a shiver down to Andrea's cunt and made it moist, "if you want to spend money on anything -- anything -- other than ordinary groceries or gas, you'll ask for permission first. Got it?"

Andrea looked at him with huge eyes and strong, mixed emotions. She felt relieved that he wasn't after her money -- she had felt so strange when he had asked for it, but the thought of him in complete control of her finances turned her on to no end. She felt so... submissive, so helpless!

"So if I find a purse on sale, or want a new phone...?" she asked testing her understanding of his orders.

"-You ask me if it's alright," he finished the sentence for her, "I might be generous, I might not," he shrugged, "at any rate it's my decision."

"But what if I want something for you, like a DVD or something?" she asked with a clever, almost smug smile, thinking she'd found a loophole, "would that be allowed?"

"Well, of course you can buy gifts for me!" he exclaimed, as if it were self-evident, "it would be silly if you had to ask me if that was okay... Oh, and lingerie counts as presents for me," he finished, and looking over her luscious body, hidden beneath her everyday-clothes he got a somewhat annoyed look in his eyes.

"Your clothes today though... they aren't really what I'd call 'nice'," he informed her in a disappointed tone. Humiliated -- and not in the good 'being-James'-slave-way' she'd come to crave -- she nodded. "I know, I wasn't expecting you today. At least not without a warning first..." she objected weakly.

James stored her excuse away, already planning how to make sure this situation would never arise again.

He beckoned her over with an impatient, somewhat arrogant wave of his hand. Eager to please, eager to serve, eager to get back into his good graces, she quickly got up and went to him.

He pushed his chair back, creating a space between it and the table and guided her in between his legs and pushed gently on her shoulders from his sitting position -- she understood immediately and knelt down in front of him, awaiting his next command.

"Now," he said, looking into her eyes while he unzipped his pants, "you'll suck my cock and think about how you displeased me today, while I tell you what will happen tomorrow."

Andrea quickly grabbed the chance to redeem herself -- she was a bit taken aback by his cocky behaviour but at the same time did his self-confidence and unquestionable dominance turn her on! He knew she'd do whatever he told her, and him knowing that made her horny. The backward logic seemed strange, even to Andrea herself, but her pussy knew best -- and right now James' easy control of her made it quite wet.

Doing as he demanded, she got his hard, sexy cock out of his pants and closed her soft, red lips around its long shaft, giving a little moan as she tasted his cock again -- she'd longed for it since he went home yesterday.

"Ahh... yes, that's right, that's a good little slut," she heard James sigh above her, and she proudly continued. To most women being a 'good little slut' would hardly be something to strive for, but it was what Andrea wanted most in this world. To be James' good little slut.

"You're not working tomorrow, are you?" he asked, throwing her off-balance. Her mind was far into the world of cock-sucking that the question about her 'normal' life caught her completely off-guard. She looked up at him and started to pull off his cock to answer but James was faster. He had anticipated her reaction and quickly grabbed her head and pushed her down on his cock again, taking the control back again.

"You don't need to stop sucking to answer a simple question! Just nod or shake your head! Sheesh!" he exclaimed, sounding disappointed with her lack of consideration. Andrea blushed, annoyed with herself for losing James approval so soon after getting it back. Remembering his question, she shook her head no; she did not have work scheduled the next day.

"I expect you to concentrate, woman! If you want to be my slave, you have to pay attention to my orders and follow them to the letter. If I tell you to suck my cock, you keep sucking 'till I stop you. Okay?" James explained. He knew with himself that it was kind of silly to berate her on such a little mistake -- it's a gut-reaction to answer a question after all -- but he felt it was important to both of them to underline that his orders were not to be neglected. Neither of them had no doubt that it would take them a while to define their new 'relationship'.

Without removing focus from the hard cock in her mouth, Andrea nodded her head up and down; Yes, she understood.

"And you don't have work tomorrow, right?"

She shook her head from side to side, making sure to keep his delicious member between her lips; No, she did not have work tomorrow.

"Very good," he said in a serious voice and gave her a gentle pat on the head. Andrea didn't know what was worse: That he treated her like a dog or that she liked his praise.

"I'm off at twelve o'clock tomorrow. You will pick me up at the school's parking-lot -- oh yes, God that's good!" he suddenly interrupted himself when Andrea unexpectedly swallowed all of his cock, taking it all into her warm mouth. Once again James grabbed her head and held her head down, enjoying the feeling of his cock-sucker totally engulfing his dick -- and enjoying too the enormous power-rush it gave him to control her like this.

Andrea didn't struggle against him as he powerd her head down -- she knew she could easily break free but she didn't want to disappoint him again, so she just accepted the uncomfortable situation and tried to breathe through her nose. The large head of his cock was at the beginning of her throat, and she had to suppress her gag-reflex not to spit him out, but it was worth it to the subservient woman. She felt her eyes water -- she didn't know why, she wasn't in any real pain or sad. Just a reflex, I guess, she figured, as the need for air spread throughout her system.

Finally, just before she was going to break his hold of her and get off his cock, he let go. She pulled her mouth off his cocked and gasped for air, filling her lungs with oxygen. She knew she wasn't supposed to leave his cock but she couldn't help it. She looked up at him, needing him to understand and hoping he wouldn't be mad.

He wasn't. He looked down at the sexy woman kneeling at his feet, gasping for air. She was a mess, her careful make-up was streaked because of the tears and she was actually drooling a bit. She behaved just like he'd seen actresses do in pornflicks when they were being facefucked -- and he loved it!

As soon as she was ready, she took the tip of the cock into her mouth again, focusing more on the head this time, caressing it with her tongue and sucking gently on it. It felt heavenly to James who started to get problems with holding back the impending orgasm. The combination of her blowjob s*******s and his command of her rushed him towards the edge of orgasm.

"So as I was saying," James continued in a slightly strained voice, now that she had caught her breath enough to be able to pay attention again, "you'll pick me up at the school's parking-lot at twelve tomorrow. We've got some important errands to run." He looked down at her, not sure if she were paying attention -- she was slurping and sucking on his cock like it was the best thing she ever tasted.

"You understand?" he asked to make sure they were clear. She looked up at him and nodded vigorously before returning to work.

"Good. And you'll wear the absolute sluttiest, the most tramp-like outfit you're willing to be seen in public in," he finished and looked at her, trying to gauge her reaction. Her cheeks quickly became bright red as she imagined some of the outfits she could wear tomorrow. Imagines of tight mini-skirts and low-cut shirts flashed through her mind -- as well as strange men ogling her in those outfits!

"Ghlad!" she gargled into his cock, the instant offense making her cunt wet. She fought a losing battle with herself to keep from rubbing it -- she knew that James wouldn't approve, not without orders... or at least permission. Except that she couldn't ask for permission with a cock in her mouth, and she knew better than to take it out. Reaching that conclusion there was really nothing she could do, other than do her best to bring him off and get his delightful sperm down her throat. Or on her face, tits or hair -- wherever James wanted it, really.

She began bobbing her face up and down on his big cock, not taking it all inside but still more than half, working faster than she had before. Her tongue shifted between playing with the tasteful head, licking the long shaft and adding pressure to the soft spot just below the head -- she knew from experience that he loved it when she paid attention there.

The result was undeniable pleasure for James. Although he had more about tomorrow he wanted to say, he couldn't focus on anything but the sight below him, his cock gliding rapidly in and out of the mouth of a sexy, beautiful woman -- his sexy, beautiful woman!

He was already fighting to hold back but when she grabbed the shaft with her well-manicured hand and started a pleasing pressure on every part of his rock-hard cock. He knew he was quickly nearing the edge.

"God YES!" he groaned as his entire body contracted in blissful orgasm and he unloaded into her warm, eager mouth. It was a big load this time, and the sperm just kept coming -- Andrea didn't have a chance of swallowing all of it and there wasn't enough room in her little mouth.

Just like he'd seen so many times in porn, the sperm ran out of the side of her mouth and down her chin, from where it dropped down onto her sweater. As she looked up on him, with love and lust in her eyes and a trail of sperm down her face, smeared make-up and stained lipstick, he realised that he probably loved this woman. He had used her, humiliated her, punished and ***d her -- and she kept coming back for more, yesterday she actually given him her very freedom as a gift for him!

With the sleeve of his own shirt, he wiped the cum off her first and pulled her to her feet. Then looking into her eyes, he told her the words she wanted to hear more than anything else: "Andrea, I think I love you..." he sounded confused, even to himself but she didn't care. With eyes shining with her own love and passion for him, she wrapped her arms around him in a lover's embrace and kissed him as hard as she could. Not used to let her take the initiative, he kissed her back, tenderly.

"I love you too, James!" she happily exclaimed, beaming up at him.

They stood for a while with their arms around each other, before he tried to take back the control.

---

"So ehh... about tomorrow? We're still on?" she asked, trying to sound casual but betraying a concern in her voice. She wanted whatever James had planned for her tomorrow, wanted that horrible and wonderful offense of being on display.

"Hmm?" James looked up from his book. They were sitting in the kitchen again, James eating a sandwich that Andrea had made him and reading for his history-class the next day. He liked to read while he ate, though his lady hated it. He figured that in the presence of his own slavegirl, he'd do as he pleased.

"That... date tomorrow? With me dressing as slutty as possible? Are we still on for that?" she asked nervously. She wondered if him saying those wonderful words to her had changed anything between them. Maybe he wanted a more... vanilla relationship now?

"Of course," he said nonchalantly, "didn't you understand that when I explained it to you? My orders stand unless I say something differently."

She smiled nervously at him and muttered an "of course," and started to think about what she was going to wear.

"And I want you to wear the butterfly we bought on the Internet," he told her, "make sure it fits and has batteries."

"That... that ehh... vibrating-thingy?" she asked, blushing. He's gonna make me wear that in PUBLIC? She wondered, half in fear, half in anticipation.

"Yes, that one. I'm sure we'll have... fun with it," he smiled at her with a gleam in his eye.

They both sat in silence for a while, each having their own idea of how the coming day would unfold.

"Ehm... another thing," she said, interrupting his thoughts, "About the money-rule? I just want to make sure I understand... If I buy a pink see-through nightgown or a black thong, you won't mind?" she asked "but I can't buy a dress or some new shoes? Isn't that a little silly?"

"Well, you can buy the dress if I allow it -- and I might if I see it first," he said, determined not to back down or admit that there was any flaw in his plan, "but if you want, we can change it so you have to ask before buying lingerie as well..."

"No-no, that's not what I meant!" she quickly interjected, "but what is lingerie and what is underwear? Can I buy regular underwear?"

"Not without my permission... and why would I allow you to buy some boring granny-panties? I prefer you in lacy thongs," he told her with a wink.

---

"By the way... I'm thinking to go shopping for something to wear tomorrow -- can I buy some new clothes for that? I think I'm running low on... nice things to wear," she said, blushingly slightly.

They were in the hall-way, where James was putting on his jacket and shoes. Andrea hated to see James leave but understood he had to go before his lady returned from work.

"Yeah, sure. You can buy whatever you need to wear tomorrow and don't tell me what it is. I want to be surprised. In return though, you aren't allowed to cum until I tell you to."

She gaped at him. Blowing him and practically being ordered how to handle her own money had turned her on to no end -- and now he told her that not only wouldn't he take care of her, she wasn't even permitted to do so herself! Just to be allowed to buy clothes to wear for him?!

"But-but," she said in total befuddlement, trying to find words to tell him how much she needed to get off!

"No buts," he cut her off, "no frigging yourself off till I say so! And if you do it anyway," he continued with an almost threatening glare, "I'll find out -- you know I will -- and we'll buy you a chastity-belt and lock you in it for a month!"

That shut her up -- and turned the poor woman on even further.

Just before he left he had one last message for her though. He'd kept this one in, just to have something to tease her with before he left: "You know," he said as he opened the door, "icecream and chocolate and such things... they aren't groceries..." then he went out and closed the door behind him, leaving her to ponder the meaning of his words. Not groceries? She wondered, oh my God, he means I have to ASK him if I want chocolate!? Andrea was devastated; she really enjoyed her chocolate -- especially when she had her period. Why did him cutting her off from one of her favourite pastimes -- eating chocolate -- make her so wet?

---

"Is everything okay, James?" Carol, his lab-partner, asked him. It was half past ten but he kept looking at the clock on the wall, willing it to go faster. They were in the lab, doing an experiment and usually James loved that. But the thoughts of his hot lover meeting him at the parking-lot and the day he had planned for her made it a bit hard to focus on test tubes or acids. For the first time since she became his lab-partner Carol felt she was actually responsible for the results they were achieving.

"What do you mean?" he asked, taking his eyes off the clock on the wall and looking at her. That was another difference, Carol noted -- he usually didn't look at the girls in the class... at least not while they knew he was looking. She had no doubt that he enjoyed watching the girls when they weren't noticing but now he was looking her straight in the eye. He didn't seem as flustered or nervous around her as he used to. She liked that because she liked James. Maybe she didn't like like him but it bothered her that he always was so tense around her.

"Well, for the first time ever you seem like you want to get out of the lab... you usually love it here," she pointed out for him.

"Yeah," he admitted, "guess I'm just looking forward to the weekend." He was, he was very much indeed. His lady thought he was staying at a friend's and going with him to a party -- or that was at least what he had told her and she hadn't objected. She had been considerable nicer to him since their row Sunday night after his date.

"Why, got big plans?" she enquired curious.

"Oh well, just gonna relax, really," he answered vaguely while images of Andrea on her knees flashed through his mind.

"Oh," she said, returning to her work. She could see a rejection when it was presented for her. Carol was very curious by nature and hated not getting her curiosity satisfied. James stood behind her and studied her. She was kind of cute, actually, in a nerdy way. Andrea was way sexier, of course, but there was something about Carol that he liked. She had long, blonde hair, she wore glasses and no make-up. She was about Andrea's height which made her somewhat shorter than James -- he hated girls that were taller than him -- and she was a lot heavier built. Perhaps that was why she always wore thick sweaters and loose pants. James didn't mind her forms though; he preferred big tits to small ones.

"What are you gonna do in the weekend then?" he asked, trying to ease out the negative atmosphere that had arisen. He wished he could tell her but he doubted she was even going to believe him if he told her he would fuck his submissive neighbour till she couldn't walk straight. The best course was to change the topic to her instead.

"Ehh..." she said, turning back to him, caught completely unaware by his question. He had never shown an interest in her before, never asked what her plans were. Come to think about it, he had been acting different all week. It was hard to put a finger on but there had been subtle signs -- and now this!

"I- Well, nothing, I guess," she admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed. It was obvious that he had some plans, and most of the class was going to the party hosted by their classmate. Yet she was doing nothing... What's next, he's gonna ask me out? she thought in wonder, not quite sure what she'd do if he did.

For the first time ever, she looked at him and didn't see the shy, estranged geek. He wasn't ugly, she realised, he was smart -- and he had always been nice to her.

"Ah, fair enough," he smiled, completely clueless about her thoughts, "sometimes it's nice to just relax." James was getting good at reading Andrea, and he was no longer shy and nervous around all women, but he still had quite a lot to learn about the beautiful sex. So, not gonna ask me out? she thought as they returned to work (after James had cast a fast look on the clock on the wall) with a small hint of disappointment.

---

When the class was dismissed, Carol did not go home. She never knew why she decided to follow James out, except that she hated mysteries, and he was acting like one big, walking mystery. She didn't exactly sneak after him but she made sure she could see him without him noticing. And what she saw shocked her to her core.

---

Andrea was impatiently waiting for James in her car. She had parked in one end of the parking-lot where few people came, hoping to avoid attracting attention that way. She knew she wasn't exactly dressed like most people coming to pick up students.

She looked at herself in the rear-mirror once again, gathering courage from the fact that she'd done her best to obey James' directions. She really couldn't imagine being dressed sluttier than she was now -- and certainly not being seen in public!

She was wearing a brand new white shirt, one that was several numbers too small. She could button the lower buttons but there was simply no way the material could stretch across her chest, it only just managed to cover the lower half of her bra. The other half proudly showed off her enthralling tits that were pushed together and out by her new, black push-up bra, almost defying gravity. The result was a cleavage with almost magictising powers. The small shirt ended just above her navel and left a lot of her tanned stomach bare. She couldn't stop focusing on it being a bit... less taunt than it used to, but she prayed that everyone else -- and especially James -- would focus more on her alluring tits than her stomach.

She had found a pleated skirt in her wardrobe and wore it. It was chequered in dark red and black colours and reached the middle of her thigh. It wasn't as daringly short as some of her other skirts but the pattern really led the mind to a school-uniform, and that was what she was trying to pull off: A slutty schoolgirl.

Most guys had a fetish for that, she'd figured, why not James? She had set her hair up in two pig-tails, and wore a lot of dark make-up, creating an image of corrupted innocence.

She had tried to find a tie that would match her skirt but had failed. Instead she wore a small black one that pointed directly down at her cleavage, further drawing the eye to her mesmerising tits.

She had considered wearing stockings -- maybe some pink ones? -- but had decided against it. She had no doubt that James would have liked it but she really disliked wearing stockings -- it just felt weird. She had only worn them for him on the first couple of dates to catch him, so to speak, and she hoped she never would have to put on a pair again... The rest of her outfit should more than make up for her lack of stockings, she had decided. God, I hope he likes it, she thought insecurely. ---

Carol could not believe her eyes! James -- her shy, geeky and awkward lab-partner was meeting with a gorgeous woman, a gorgeous woman dressed like a total tart! She watched from afar as he confidently walked to the car as the sexy woman stepped out and revealed her clothing -- or lack of clothing. As the most natural thing in the world, James kissed her deeply on the mouth and let his hand slide up beneath her skirt, possessively groping the woman's ass. And she accepted it -- enjoyed it even! Various emotions fought for control of Carol's young mind; surprise that the alienated James had landed himself a hottie like this, repulsion that anyone would dress like she did, envy that the woman looked so much more sexy than Carol herself, jealousy that the woman had taken James from her (she didn't quite know where that come from since she'd never considered James 'hers' nor had she had any interest in 'having' him) and finally... arousal!

The scene in front of her was definitively the sexiest sight she had ever seen; especially when the woman turned around to step into the car again and James gave her a playful slap on her ass. The woman just smiled back at him and wiggled her ass a bit, seemingly eager for more.

Carol was very inexperienced in the world of sex and she didn't quite know what to do with all her confused and conflicting emotions. She considered going to them, though she didn't know why... except that she wanted to be part of what they had, perhaps supplanting the woman's position. Do I want James to slap my ass? she thought, completely disoriented. She'd never had desires in that direction before and didn't know where they were coming from now. But she did know that the couple out in the parking-lot gave her all kinds of erotic feelings between her legs.

In the end though, she merely hid until they drove off, not willing to risk making a fool of herself in front of James and the mystery-woman. One thing was certain -- the puzzle had become even more complicated, though she could understand some parts of James 'new' behaviour. If he had a woman like that, why should he be nervous about talking to a girl like her, Carol?

---

Andrea had outdone herself, James decided with a smile as he placed a hand on her thigh. They were driving downtown with him pointing the way.

"You're really sexy, you know?" he said casually as he began massaging her thigh, just above the hem of her skirt. Throughout enjoying his touch she smiled at him, "oh yeah?" she asked, fishing for more compliments.

"Yeah. When I saw my little schoolgirl-slut, I-" he said and leaned in to her, letting his hand glide further up her skirt to the soft skin of her upper-thigh, "got an instant hard-on."

"Yeah?" she asked and spread her legs a bit more, giving him easier access. As his hand found its way further up her thigh, instead of panties like he would normally find (or her delightfully soft pussy, if she weren't wearing any...), he met a rubbery, foreign object.

He smiled as he recognised -- or thought he did at least -- the butterfly they'd bought online, the little remote-controlled clit-massager.

"Oh yeah," he said, "you look younger than any of the girls at my class, and no one else I know would have the guts to go anywhere dressed as slutty as you."

She beamed at him; his compliments making her feel ten years younger and very satisfied with her choice of outfit. James too was genuinely pleased with her slutty looks -- it only posed a single problem: He was way more turned on that he had expected to be. Should he have her park the car somewhere and give him a blowjob, or perhaps even a fucking, or should he go through with the plan as it stood? Get laid now or later, he thought with a grin -- the irony of the situation was not lost on him. A couple of weeks ago he'd have given anything for either of the options he could now choose freely from.

He finally decided that the plan was more important than his immediate relief and let his hand fall down a bit lower on her thigh, still below her skirt though. He kept massaging her there, knowing how his touch anywhere near her pussy usually caused her to flood.

"Where's the remote?" he asked. She cast a quick, confused look on his face before looking back out on the road. Between driving and him doing wonderful things to her thigh, her mind was plenty occupied and she couldn't really concentrate enough to even figure out what he was asking her.

"The remote-control? For the butterfly?" he repeated in a slow, mocking way. Blushing over her own lack of focus, she pointed at the little, black handbag at his feet.

"It's in there. It's a little black... thing that looks like a small TV-remote," she told him and he quickly found it, hidden beneath a make-up kit and a jewellery-box.

"Did you test it?" he asked curious as he studied it. She nodded yes, "but not after I put it on, though. I know it works, 'cause I tested it after I put the batteries in."

"So you don't know how it feels?" he continued his questions. She shook her head no.

"Why not?"

"I eh... I was running a little late and... well," she mumred.

"You were afraid if you started you wouldn't be able to stop?" he finished for her with a mocking smile. A little humiliated she nodded again.

"Well, it's good you know your limits," he laughed at her, then he continued: "You really ARE a little slut, aren't you?"

She looked him dead in the eye and told him with pride in her voice: "I'm your little slut."

He nodded, pleased with her answer.

"You'll get a chance to prove it soon enough," he said cryptically.

---

At James' guidance they parked in front of a store of 'Den of Depravity'. Andrea had little trouble identifying what kind of store this was -- the large windows were filled pornflicks, tight, suggestive "uniforms" and paddles, crops and whips in all shapes and sizes.

"A porno-shop?" she asked in puzzlement.

"Yep. We need a few items, you see," he answered her, "but first I need to buy something. A surprise, if you will. So I'll go in, get what I need and you'll wait outside. When I'm done, I'll come get you and give you a little assignment."

She looked at herself in the rear-mirror, "you want me to stand outside a porn-shop, dressed like a sex-craving schoolgirl... all by myself?" she summed up in an incredulous voice.

"Yes," he affirmed, "but to make it a little more interesting, we'll start this," he said and flipped the switch on the remote he still had in his hand. With no warning the little buzzer placed directly on her clit began to vibrate, not overly fast but enough to make the poor woman squirm in her seat.

"Oh God," she breathed as bolts of pleasure flared from her clit throughout her body.

James didn't really know the effect it would have. From what he had read on the Internet, the buzz should be quite arousing but not strong enough to bring a woman to orgasm -- especially not on the lower of the two speeds. But Andrea seemed to be a woman who had an easy time cumming, so he just watched her while she squirmed around in her seat, trying to increase the pressure -- trying to get off!

"Please, please, more!" she begged him, as she came to realise that she wouldn't be able to cum from the butterfly alone. Though pleasurable, its pressure was too weak and even in her aroused state she knew better than to rub herself like she wanted -- he would never allow it and probably punish her for it.

"Nope," he grinned and stepped out of the car. She followed suit, purposefully ignoring the little voice in the back of her head that was telling her that 35-year old women should not be standing in the street, dressed like a schoolgirl slut. The arousal she felt whenever she followed James' orders, whenever she humiliated herself for him tried to drown out that little, insistent voice -- and the little vibrating butterfly on her most intimate parts certainly didn't help her think clearly.

She knew this was what she wanted though, she wanted James to use her in whatever way he saw fit, wanted to be his little slut, wanted to earn his praise -- and his love.

She was a little unsteady as she stepped out of the car, it was hard to gain complete control of her body when the damn butterfly humming away between her legs. Oh God, the humming! she thought in sudden panic, can everyone hear?! She froze, trying to determine if a random passerby would be able to hear. The little voice inside her head grew louder, telling her that this wasn't right.

"Hey!" James caught her attention, looking at her across the roof of her car, "you okay?"

She didn't know if he was asking if she wanted to go through with it -- whatever "it" was -- or if he had noticed she was acting a little weird. It didn't really matter, she decided and nodded her head yes. She was okay. He was with her. He smiled at her, a confident smile. She smiled back, finding her own confidence in his eyes. The way he looked at her, half worried, half lusty boosted her self-esteem. He wanted her and he'd watch out for her -- nothing else mattered.

Looking as she looked, confidence became seductiveness and she swayed her hips as she walked around the car, steeling herself.

"I'm better than okay, Lover," she said in a sultry voice. She hadn't called him that in a while but seeing as they were in public, it seemed like a less attention-drawing title than "master" or "sir". Of course, given how she was dressed, no one would really pay attention to anything she said...

She played with one of her pigtails and looked down, acting like a shy, innocent girl and letting her incredibly developed, mature body speak for itself. The result was an instant renewal of James' hard-on.

"I can see that," he agreed with a desiring smile, "be a good girl 'till I come back." He turned around and went into the store without looking back. She was left behind, with only a little butterfly, locked on her clit to keep her company.

The 'good girl' looked around her as she stood alone on the side-walk. It wasn't the most trafficked part of town, but it wasn't a sleazy neighbour either. The few people, who came by looked at her blatantly, not caring that she noticed. One elderly 'gentleman' actually stopped and stared at her for almost a minute with an odd, calculation look in his eyes. She blushed scarlet when she realised he was considering how much she'd cost -- he thought she was a whore!

"Oh God," she thought as he moved on, never had she been so humiliated! Her pussy was gushing, she was sure any minute now a line of pussyjuice would make its way down her leg.

"Well, hello there, darling," a voice suddenly said behind her.

Scared witless, she turned around, staring into a man's eyes. She somehow felt like she'd been caught and all her confidence drained away.

"Come here often?" the man asked. Andrea guessed he was around her own age, maybe a little older and he seemed to devour her with his eyes. They wandered from her special hair-do down her made-up face to her tits, so nicely put on display for everyone to look at and down her skirt to her tanned thighs and continued down to her semi-high open-toed sandals. At no point did he bother to look her in the eyes. That annoyed her. Just because she was dressed to please, didn't mean she didn't deserved the same respect as a fully-dressed woman.

"No, never been here before," she answered curtly, not caring to continue the conversation with this slightly creepy man.

"Well," he said, taking a step closer, invading her permisteral space, "wanna come home with me? I've got a condo downtown..." he informed her, trying to impress her. She wasn't.

"No," she said coldly, "I'm waiting for my... boyfriend." She was torn between say Master and boyfriend but decided not to encourage this guy with more intimate details of her permisteral life.

"Ah..." he nodded in understanding, "well, I don't mind paying for it. We can just wait for your pimp- sorry, boyfriend... together."

Thinking that the deal had been sealed he let his hand glide around her waist down to her ass. Andrea was too shocked, both by his boldness and by the misunderstanding to stop him.

Then as everything dawned on her, she slapped his face and hissed at him: "He's not my pimp and he would never sell me to a creep like you!"

With that she turned her back on him and walked to the other end of the store-facade. She was still in front of the store as she'd been told and she was as far away from the creep as she could come.

He stared at her with anger in his eyes, spat at the sidewalk and with a loud: "Too old for me anyway," he turned around and left.

She stood for herself a bit, calming her nerves and felt better and better about herself. She had stood up to the creep and shown him, herself and the rest of the world that she wasn't that kind of woman! "Only for James," she whispered to herself. The unstoppable humming between her legs certainly helped somewhat to turn her adrenaline-rush into another kind of rush... a more pleasant kind of rush.

It took another ten minutes for James to finish his purchases in the store, ten minutes of people walking by and staring at her. But after her run-in with the creepy guy, Andrea had found a sense of strength and pride within her. She might be dressed like a slut but she was so because she'd chosen to -- because James liked her dressed like this. So when a guy slowly driving by openly stared at her, she smiled and him and waved. When a woman across the street scowled at her, Andrea winked at her and played with the hem of her skirt in a teasing way, lifting it up a bit to show more of her enticing thighs. The woman left in a huff but every single stare Andrea got only confirmed her desirability. That, combined with the effect of the busy little butterfly turned Andrea into a sexually-charged woman -- a woman who needed the touch of her lover.

Finally James opened the door and told her to come in. Confident in her newly-discovered pride she put an extra sway into her hips and more craving in her seductive smile as she made her way to him. She quickly moved up the three-stepped stairs, where James stood and held the door open. As soon as she reached him, she put her arms around him in a lover's embrace and placed a hungry kiss on his lips.

He quickly composed himself and returned her kiss, easily as powerful as hers. She took hold of his hands and guided them down to her scantily clad ass, where they instinctively began squeezing her tempting little rear.

"We need to get out of here, Lover," she whispered to him as she felt him eagerly maul her ass.

"The sub's giving order now?" he asked and looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Of course not, Lover," she smiled wickedly and moved her hand to the front of his pants and squeezed his already fully-erected dick, "just stating the facts."

"You want it?" he asked her, looking into her eyes, burning with sexual need.

"Uh-huh," she readily agreed, letting her hand follow the outline of his cock down to the base.

"You need to get fucked, don't you?" he continued, letting his hands trail up under her skirt, grabbing her naked ass.

"Yeees!" she admitted, the intense arousal of getting felt up in public and the happy little butterfly making her more needing than normally.

"You want it in your ass?" he demanded, staring into her eyes. She could only nod in response -- however he wanted her, he could have her! She was quickly losing all control in her lust and moved her hands a little up to the buttons in his pants, meaning to free his cock right here in the doorway of a pornshop.

James was a man of control, priding himself of his ability to hold back, but even he couldn't hold back from the powerful look of need in her eyes.

"Shit!" he muttered and grabbed her around the neck, powering her lips to his once again in a hard, passionate kiss before he picked up the little black plastic-bag he'd dropped when she kissed him the first time. Taking her hand in his, he guided her back to the car; they quickly got in and sped away.

---

"Oh God, yes!" Andrea cried loudly when she finally felt her lover's hard cock hammer into her soppingly wet pussy. I've waited too long for this! She thought as she lay on her back in her own bed, being taken hard by her eager lover. The ache in her cunt had grown ever since he told her that she wasn't allowed to cum before he allowed her yesterday, and the damn butterfly that now laid discarded on the floor certainly hadn't helped. And she still had to hold back! she suddenly realised. He still hadn't given her permission.

"Oh please, Lover, may I cum?" she begged, while her entire body shook from the power of him driving his cock into her as hard as he could, "Oh, God! You're so good, I can't-" she began but lost her thought as he seized her tit and squeezed it painfully. She gave a loud moan, a result of the typical James-induced mix of pain and pleasure. Her left breast hurt but her cunt was exploding with pleasure and her orgasm-starved brain wished he'd *** her right tit as well.

"Please, please, Lover!" she tried again when he didn't answer and she felt how she was losing the battle not to cum. She wouldn't disappoint him again, she wouldn't!

"How can I not cum when your big cock is fucking me?" she moaned, growing more and more desperate.

She closed her eyes, laid back and fought to hold back her impending orgasm as best she could. Suddenly she felt her lover's mouth on hers, craving, demanding, biting into her lower lip. James was developing some sadistic streaks that went well in hand with her need for pain, though he instinctively knew where to draw the line. Though her lip hurt, he didn't draw red.

"Cum, my little slavegirl, cum for your new owner," he all but whispered into her mouth but Andrea heard him more clearly than if he had shouted it out.

At his words, she could finally let the iron-control of her body that had kept the orgasm at bay, go. As a result, the growing fire that had started between her legs quickly seized control of her body, and her mind became numb as one great rush of pleasure surged through her.

James, in awe of how strongly he made her cum, came as well only a few seconds later but Andrea's bliss-filled mind barely registered it.

---

"So... what did you buy?" Andrea finally asked. She'd been waiting ever since she came back from her orgasmic high for James to tell her or show her what was in the little bag but she still didn't have a clue. She assumed it would be some sort of sex-toy but it had seemed really important to him to keep it a secret.

"Hmm?" James asked without looking up from his food. It wasn't the best meal she'd cooked for him but then again he had told her to 'fix something fast' since he was starving after the sex.

As the good housewife she had been and the even better sexslave she wanted to be, she had immediately cooked up a meal for her lover.

However, just before she left the bed, he had ordered her to strip off all her clothes. "Just leave the heels on," as he said.

A couple of weeks ago, the thought of cooking a meal stark-naked would have been alien to her. Now, it seemed perfectly reamisterable to her, as she stripped off the shirt, bra and skirt. The clothes landed in a small pile on the floor. A very small pile -- there just wasn't a lot of fabric in what she'd worn today. It seemed almost surreal to her that she'd walked around in the city with next to nothing on - and been mistaken for a prostitute!

No wonder he thought I was a whore, she thought with a little smile. He had been a slimeball and he'd creeped her out but she felt good about the whole episode. She handled herself well, she thought and it just seemed so naughty to be offered money for sex!

"At the... the pornshop," she clarified, sitting at the table, still naked in all her glory, "what did you buy?"

Finally paying attention to her, he shook his head with a smile he told her, "You'll see, don't worry, you'll see." That's hardly illuminating, she thought with mild annoyance.

"Is it a present?" she asked a moment later. She loved presents!

"Yes," he answered after a moment's thought, "it is."

She beamed a smile at him. One of those smiles that lit up her entire face and made her truly beautiful. The smile reminded James that his sexy neighbour was sitting across him, completely in the buff -- and he was focusing on the food?

Andrea couldn't exactly read his mind but she could easily register how his interest suddenly shifted from her food to her body. Very pleased with his renewed interest she straightened her back and pulled her stomach in, causing her chest stand out more prominently.

Though she tried to be subtle, James caught every movement and their intended purposes. Well, it would have been strange if he failed to notice how the two great orbs he was more or less staring at suddenly became even more noticeable.

"I'm full now," he said, clearly talking more to her chest than her face, "it tasted great though."

"I'm glad you... like what you get," she said with an obvious double entendre, that she herself cringed a bit about. It seemed lame even to her but James was kind enough to play along.

"I do, I do," he assured her with a wink, "clean up here and we'll go upstairs and I'll show you how much I like it..."

Andrea's nipples hardened and a certain wetness started to emerge between her legs, both at the casual way he ordered her around in her own house and the promise of good things to come... upstairs.

It was really a challenge -- to clean up as fast as possible so as to get to the fun part upstairs and at the same time portray the looks of a sensual woman, radiating sexual energy as she did her Man's bidding.

In James' eyes she managed splendidly. The high heels made her ass and legs look really good and her breasts jiggled very nicely whenever she moved. And a top of it all, she was cleaning after him, like his own permisteral maid...

When the kitchen was clean they went upstairs.

"So," she asked excitedly when they re-entered her bedroom, "what's the present?"

James' mood had sobered as they walked up the staircase (watching as Andrea swayed her delicious ass in her heels, of course).

"Kneel," he told her and pointed at a spot on the floor in the middle of the rather large bedroom.

Her own mood became quite serious at the tone of his voice and she knelt down where he had indicated. Her eyes were full of questions though but James ignored her for now.

Out of the black plastic-bag he had gotten in the porn-shop he took a black... strap? Andrea couldn't quite see what it was until he held it out in front of her.

A collar.

A black dog-collar.

It was a quite thin, three or four centimetres wide, made of leather and with a buckle. In the middle of it were a dog-tag and a ring -- presumably for a leach.

"I... I want you to wear my collar," James stated, for once a little nervous. This was a huge step, at least in his eyes, and he wanted her to want this.

She looked up in his eyes, saw his nervousness and loved him for it. With a wide smile, she held her hair out of the way, so he could clasp it around her neck, "I would love to wear your collar," she told him sincerely. As he buckled it, he noticed how perfectly it fit her and although James wasn't superstitious, he took it as a sign of fate, or destiny.

"I'm locking it tight. Whenever you wear it -- and you'll wear it a lot -- it will remind you of my ownership..." he explained, still a bit nervous but gaining more control now that she had agreed. He didn't quite know what he'd have done if she had balked. He could probably have powerd it through, or at least persuaded her to wear it for him once in a while. But this was better -- no, this wasn't just better. This was perfect. She wanted to wear it. For him!

She took a small intake of breath as he locked the buckle in place. It fit so snugly!

"What... what does it say?" she asked him, indicating the little tag that now hung under her chin.

"On the front it says 'Sex Slave Andrea' and on the back my address. Kinda like a dog's tag, you know?" he said with a growing smile. He took strength from the fact that she was now wearing a clear sign of his dominance around her neck, and the instant power-rush was intoxicating, more so than holy water to the budding, young master. In a sudden, violent move he grabbed a hold of her hair and pulled her face close to his own.

"I own you know. Understand? That's what the collar means; that I'm your owner and you're my... well, bitch!" the last came out with a grin.

Eyes glazed over with lust and love she merely nodded, accepting his ownership. Her wilful acceptance only fuelled the fire in James and led him to further prove his authority.

"Kiss my foot," he demanded, determined to show his dominance and her presentation. Without hesitation, she bowed her head down and kissed his right shoe, slowly and deliberately. Her soft lips caressing the not-too-clean surface of his brown sneaker, the instant scandal of bowing down to anyone, admitting to be his slave and her pride in wearing his collar turned them both on. If James had looked -- which he couldn't because of the angle -- he'd have seen a very tell-tale wet trail down her lovely thigh, as her pussy was quickly over-flowing with juices. Likewise, James' cock was straining with all its might against his pants, trying to break free and return to where it belonged -- inside his sexy slave.

"Up on the bed," James ordered when he deemed her show of presentation to have gone on long enough. Eagerly following his orders she crawled up on her bed and placed herself with her ass turned against him, wriggling it provocatively at him.

"Like this... Master?" she teased him while looking back at him. She didn't quite know what 'title' James would prefer but from what she'd read on the internet, 'Master' or 'Sir' were quite popular.

Looking at her shapely ass, James realised the futility in trying to discuss how their relationship would change, though he had had some vague plans in that direction. Instead he quickly got rid of his clothes and thus released his proud and very hard dick. Grabbing the lube on the night table he crawled up in the bed to her.

Licking her lips in a show of eager anticipation while staring from his erect rod to the lube in his hand, Andrea quickly gathered what was about to happen. With the collar around her neck, he had claimed her as his but since he still hadn't fucked her ass... well, it was not hard to imagine what he and his delightful cock was going to claim now.

"I've been looking forward to this..." he said, almost menacingly and squeezed a large glob of lube out on his hand. Without hesitating he pressed his now slippery finger against her alluringly tight asshole. Knowing well what was coming, Andrea relaxed her sphincter as best she could, as his finger began probing inside her, trying to lube up her insides as best as possible. Meeting very little resistance, he was able to push it all the way to the knuckle without any problems.

"Mhm..." she moaned a little, encouraging her eager teenage-lover turned Master. Though she was a little nervous about taking her up the ass -- he was quite a bit bigger than anything she'd had up there -- she had no doubt that he would make her love it.

Still with his indexfinger buried James squeezed a good-sized glob of lube out on his hard cock. He threw the tube back on the nightstand (narrowly missing her bed-side lamp) and quickly spread the cool goo around his cock, making it all slippery. In eager anticipation he pulled his finger out, getting a little groan of protest from the sexy woman whose ass he was about to maul.

"You want it, don't you?" he demanded of her, wanting to hear her ask for her own degradation.

"Oh God yes," she quickly agreed, "I want it, I want you! Oh God, I want your cock!"

That was good enough for James. Carefully aiming his erect dick against her asshole he slowly added pressure against her tight sphincter. Painfully slowly the head of his dick began to sink into her, as her muscles yielded for the coming of his rock-hard cock.

And suddenly Andrea realises something: He was big. He was very big. In her hands, mouth or pussy, he'd never felt this big.

"Oh my God!" she shouted, half in pain half in lust, "oh God, you're fucking huge! You're gonna tear my ass to pieces!"

But he didn't stop. To be honest, he might have stopped -- or at the very least slowed down, if she'd told him to, but she was hardly even complaining (James took her words as a compliment, not a complaint). On the other hand... James had never felt anything like the wet, tight feeling of her ass. It was so soft, yet it clamped down on his cock, like nothing he'd ever felt. Maybe he wouldn't stop, even if she asked him to...

"Yeah," he groaned softly as more and more of his hard cock disappeared into her. He paused, about halfway in and held it there, wanting her to get used to the intrusion.

"You've got a tight ass... slave!" he told her, once again tasting the unfamiliar title.

"Ugh!" she moaned back at him, "thank you, sir, and you've got a huge cock... in my tight ass!"

"Heh, yeah, I do," he responded and continued the journey inside her ass, a little faster than before. James was not known for his patience.

"Oh yeah!" he sighed, as his pelvis finally rested against her firm asscheeks. His entire length was now inside her ass, getting a firm, wet massage.

"May I please touch myself?" she asked in a strained voice. Her ass hurt, but it hurt good! If she could just rub her clit a bit, it would go from 'bearable' to 'incredibly arousing and sexy' fast.

"A cock in your ass is not enough for you then, slut? You need something in your cunt too?" he asked with a grin, knowing his word would both humiliate her and turn her on.

"Oh, it's never enough with you, sir!" she moaned, telling him what he wanted to hear -- and what she wanted to say.

"Fair enough," he agreed, "you can frig yourself as much as you want, and cum as much as you want whenever I fuck your ass." He himself felt that was big of him, giving her a standing permission like that.

"Thank you, oh thank you!" she moaned as her right hand quickly found her engrossed clit and began to rub it fast and hard.

Nothing's free though, so James began withdrawing from her ass, moving faster and with more determined movements as he pulled his cock almost all the way out.

"Ngh!" she moaned, as he pushed back into her, putting a more and more power and weight behind his thrust. In response, she only pushed harder on her clit, feeling a powerful James-orgasm growing deep inside her.

Holding on to her hips, James began to move faster, though nowhere as fast (or hard) as when he fucked her cunt. Assfucking requires finesse, he thought to himself with a grin, as he noticed how Andrea was nearing her orgasm. He had become quite the expert on her telltale signs, the shallow, fast breathing, the little 'ticks' going through her entire body, her loud moans... oh yes, she was gonna cum. And he knew how to help her along.

He took a solid hold of her soft, dark hair and yanked her head back, causing an immediate, arousing pain, "you're gonna cum, like an ass-slut in heat, aren't you?" he demanded, wanting to humiliate her. He knew what kicks the formerly presentable housewife got out of being treated like a common whore.

"Oh God," she whimpered, "so close!"

Slap!

Her asscheek almost vibrated with the power he slapped it with, and at the same time he pushed his cock all the way in, hard and mercilessly.

"Aaah!" she all but screamed in pain and presentation at the clear show of his power and dominance, "Yes, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna... I'm cumming! Oh fuck, fuck me, slap me, fuck, fuck!" she screamed out as the orgasmic feeling completely overtook her. Screaming, moaning and rambling she came as hard as she ever had while he continued to ravish her ass, no longer caring if it hurt her or not. The tight feeling around his cock, the intoxicating dominance and her obvious presentation combined was enough to make the power-hungry teenager lose his control.

"Yeeeees!" he shouted as he fucked her with all might, wanting to prolong it as long as he could but knowing that his own orgasm was coming quickly. She had lost all coherent thought, she was nothing but nerve-endings being fed pleasure by her lover and master.

"Fuck, you're so good, my little slut!" he cried, as he shot his sperm up in her ass. In both their minds, this was the exact moment he claimed all of her as his own.

She belonged to him now.

James' quiet dreams were interrupted by a pleasant, yet insisting feeling on his gradually hardening cock. Slowly wakening, he looked down between his legs to see his cock slowly going in and out of a smiling, red mouth. The last remnants of the dream quickly disappeared as his loving new sexslave buried the entire length of his quickly growing cock in her greedy mouth.

"Yeah," James groaned as he put his hands on the top of her head to control the blowjob. She obediently held his dick in her warm, wet mouth as it hardened and became more and more difficult to breathe around. Before it became a problem though, he pulled lightly on the fistful of hair he automatically had gathered in his hands and she started to bob her head up and down the delightfully long cock in her mouth, from the bulbous head, down the hard, yet so smooth skin of his shaft, almost all the way to his pelvis bone.

"Mhm..." she moaned, though it wasn't easy to get any sound out with his cock filling most of her mouth and her eager tongue rubbing all the soft, sensitive spots it could find.

Maybe it was because it was so early, maybe because he wasn't really trying to hold back, but he hadn't even been awake a full minute before he felt the familiar, oh so pleasant feeling of orgasm.

"Shit," he muttered and used his solid grip on her head as leverage for fucking her mouth. His thrust sent all of his long, fat cock into her mouth and down her throat, only to pull it out, almost all the way, before he mercilessly hammered it back in. As the orgasm quickly built up, he felt a need to get as much out of it as possible, before he exploded down her throat... or wherever he felt like exploding...

An idea formed in his mind, and the vivid image sent him over the edge he been nearing so close. With a last desperate move, he pulled his cock all the way out of her mouth, and -- as he seen so often in his porn-collection -- he aimed his hard cock at her face and let go with a loud groan.

The first shot hit her squarely in the mouth. As she was positioned above him (to better suck his dick), she instinctively closed her mouth around the invading sperm to stop it from dripping down on him again. The next wave followed the first, but hit her now closed mouth and drew a pearly white line from her lips up her right chin. The third, final and largest of the attacking sperm-loads hit her forehead and continued up in her dark-red hair.

"Yeah," he breathed as his entire body relaxed, "that's the way to wake up."

Smiling to himself, he studied his 'handiwork'. With her beautiful face painted with a mix of sexy make-up and large streaks of sperm, she looked like something out of a porn-flick. He loved that, he really did. For years, he had admired the sexy women on his screen, and envied the lucky men that got to fuck them... and now he had his very own!

His very own indeed... his eyes wandered down from her cum-covered face to the significant collar around her neck, with the tag proclaiming her his property for everyone to see.

She beamed up at him, pleased that he had enjoyed his little morning-surprise (truth be told, she would have been devastated if he hadn't) and even more pleased that she had thought of it. He needed to see all the advantages there were in spending the night with her, so he would choose to do it as often as possible.

"If you're hungry, sir, I've prepared breakfast for you..." she informed him while looking hopefully up at him, hoping that he'd be pleased once again. The slave/master relationship was still new and she didn't quite know what he was expecting of her. She'd read stories online where the sub wasn't supposed to do anything without her master's order, but she figured that was a bit silly. In her eyes, it was better to anticipate his needs and thus be ready to fulfil them whenever they arose.

"Sounds good," he smiled at her, noticing now how famished he was. Well, he figured, hard to feel hungry when getting a blowjob...

They both got out of the bed and James now got a better look of his eager neighbour. She looked stunning. Her dark hair -- now with an ivory-white streak -- hung loosely down to her shoulders, framing her beautiful face that looked like something out of a wet dream. The make-up had run a little and so had the now-drying sperm, making her look like a used whore -- a look that James just loved.

Her perky tits were half hidden, half put on display in the red, lacy push-up bra that made a stark contrast to her tanned skin. Her midriff was bare and although not as taunt as it had been ten years ago, there was only a small bulge that in no way disturbed the image of sexual perfection -- at least not to James' eyes. Her tiny lace panties matched her bra and showed off her tight ass in the best possible way... and completely failed to hide a dark patch where her pussy had 'leaked' while sucking off her master. On her feet was a pair of red pumps that set off her legs nicely.

And most importantly: around her neck, she was wearing the dark leather collar, proof of her subservience to James.

Looking at her, James felt a strange mix of melancholy and thankfulness. How he'd gone from a lonely, desperate geek to having... this. The way that she truly did her best to fulfil his every desire, he could hardly believe.

"You're beautiful," he informed her in a sober voice. He would probably have kissed her if her face weren't full of cum, and he didn't want to ruin her sexy look by drying it off.

"Thanks," she smiled at him, not really catching his mood but always happy to get compliments -- especially ones that sounded like they came from his heart. Sometimes James' mood switched quite rapidly and it could be hard to follow, "I always try my best -- for you," she told him with a lusty wink.

A smile spread on his face, blowing away the strange mood that had fallen over him.

"Always hoping to get fucked, eh?" he asked while looking at the wet spot formed between her legs. She followed his eyes to the dark patch on her panties and blushed profoundly, but nodded her agreement nonetheless; they both knew it to be true.

"Well, how could I not try? Nothing compares to getting fucked by you!" she admitted with hardening nipples and licked her lips, looking at his spent dick.

Andrea's compliments -- both spoken and the more 'subtle' ones (like cumming repeatedly, crying out and moaning like a madwoman during sex) -- were bit by bit building up James' self-confidence but her words still made him feel a bit awkward. His old lack of self-esteem battled with the new view of himself that Andrea was giving him.

In the end though, he shrugged it off, gave her a playful slap on her ass and told her to lead the way.

"With pleasure, sir," she happily agreed. James stood back for a second, admiring the alluring view of Andrea's near-naked ass that swayed out the room.

It was going to be a good day, he decided with himself.

---

When they entered the kitchen, Andrea nervously went to the stove to look at the eggs and bacon. She didn't have any idea what James would like to eat, so she'd prepared as much as possible. The table was almost over-filled with cereal, loaves of bread, all kinds of cold cuts as well as quite the selection of juice and milk.

"I ehh... I didn't know what you'd like," she tried to explain while she fidgeted with the eggs.

"I'm sure I'll find something..." James assured her with a pleased smile. She was really going all out to make sure he enjoyed his stay!

"How do you like your eggs...?"

---

Although she was slowly getting used to her new life, everything still felt a little odd to Andrea. She was sitting at her own table, eating breakfast as she would have done a month ago.

Except everything was different. Instead of the bathrobe she often wore back then, she was wearing a set of erotic lingerie. Instead of a clean and freshly-washed face, streaks of cum decorated her beautiful features. Instead of planning her day, she was wondering what James would want her to do. And most importantly: Instead of being alone, she was with someone; someone she loved.

There was no doubt in her mind that it was a change to the better. Even the dull ache deep inside her ass -- a little reminder of what happened the night before, when James had finally claimed all of her -- was a good thing. The same was the sexy collar she was wearing, although it had taken a little time to get used to the slight but constant pressure on her throat.

"When we're done eating, I want you to go shopping," James suddenly informed her. Roughly pulled out of her musings about life then and now, she looked at him with her eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Oh? What for? Is something missing?"

"No, nothing's missing," James replied, "but you only have Coca-Cola. I prefer Pepsi." He considered adding something about how he would only take and eat what he preferred here, since she had declared herself for his property, but... you didn't need to explain yourself to your slave, did you?

"Oh, I see," she said, feeling a little sad. She was really trying her best to make it as good as possible.

"Well, it's your own fault," he told her with a smile, "you set the bar so high this morning with the... wakening and the breakfast, that I'm gonna hold you to those expectations. And now that I own you, well, why settle? You can make everything perfect for me, why wouldn't I want that?"

You didn't need to explain yourself to a slave but he couldn't let her think he was unhappy with her in any way. She certainly didn't deserve that. It warmed his heart when she readily accepted his explanation.

"I want everything here to be as you would want it!" she declared, "is there anything else I should get while I'm out?"

"Nothing I can think of..."

"Can I... can I wash and put some clothes on?" she asked, indicating her near-naked state of undress and the sperm-crusts on her face.

"Heh, I think you'd better. You would draw quite the crowd as you are now," he winked at her, "and that look is only for me."

---

As soon as she came back from the grocery-store, with all the Pepsi she could carry in her bags, James greeted her at the door with a quick kiss.

"Just put them in the fridge, we're going out," he informed her.

His complete disinterest in the cola she'd brought back more or less confirmed the suspicious thought she'd had: He had wanted her out of the house. Why, she didn't know yet, but she was sure she would find out...

They parked outside a shop. In a way it looked like the porn-shop they had frequented the day before, the same kind of large windows with displays, proudly showing off the shop's trade.

'5th Streets Tattoos & Piercings' a sign proclaimed above the door in swirling letters that Andrea noticed right away.

"Tattoos and piercings?" she asked with a rush of fear and excitement. Her ears were pierced but she usually wore something discreet in them -- sometimes she wondered if James even knew she wore different earrings from day to day -- but she had never entertained the thought about getting something else pierced or painted.

"Yeah, I want you to get a tattoo," he said and got out of the car and into the shop without even pausing to wait for her. Andrea had no choice but to follow suit, getting more and more excited at James' obvious show of confidence and control. There seemed to be no doubt in him that she'd follow him and do exactly as he wanted -- and as always that made her juices flow freely.

She followed him into the shop, somewhat more careful and a lot less confident than James.

The shop was empty, except for James who was talking to a tall blonde with an overload of tattoos and piercings. She was slim with almost no forms, wearing a loose, white tank-top that showed off her painted arms and made the pale woman seem even paler.

"-on the left cheek, yeah," she heard James say as he picked a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to the blonde, "something like that..."

The blonde looked at the paper then at Andrea and gave her a predatory smile.

"Hello and welcome to fifth," she said with gleaming eyes, scanning the beautiful woman with the... exotic and highly erotic collar around her neck. Liselle was used to kinky people though and she always found them... interesting. The fact that Andrea was wearing a very tight top and a skirt, setting off her shapely legs very nicely, only made her more intriguing.

"Ehh... hello..." Andrea answered and then looked at James, "can we talk...?"

James was tempted to say no, to power this through. But Andrea seemed really nervous and that bothered him.

"Just a sec," he told the blonde who ignored him and kept staring at Andrea with hungry eyes. He went to her to explain.

"This is Liselle, she'll do your tattoo," he said in a low voice.

"What tattoo!?" Andrea demanded, gathering strength from his need to explain himself.

"You'll see when it's done. But you're going to like it -- and I really want you to have this." That last sentence was a mix between asking and ordering. Taking a deep breath, Andrea finally nodded her accept. For James. For them both.

They laid Andrea down on her stomach on a massage table and the blonde went to a machine to make a stencil of the image James had chosen for the tattoo. It only took a moment and when she came back, they had Andrea pull up her skirt to expose her thong-covered ass. She was glad she had chosen skirt of a somewhat decent length (and that James had allowed her to wear it) so she didn't look like the slut she had portrayed the day before -- for now she chose to ignore the fact that her tight top seemed to scream for attention from any and all onlookers.

"About here?" Liselle asked as she placed the template right on Andrea's left asscheek. James studied it for a moment, trying to ignore the delightful ass and focus on the tattoo.

"No," he decided after a moment's consideration, "a little further down."

Liselle had to replace the stencil a couple of times before James was finally happy about the placement.

Andrea, who had no idea what was actually going on - having no idea about how a tattoo-artist worked - felt strange. No one cared about her opinion, and except that they needed her ass, she could just as well have been somewhere else. Why does this turn me on? She wondered, to be treated like a piece of meat for them to handle as they please.

"Gotta take that one off too, honey," Liselle the tattooist interrupted Andrea's thoughts as she grabbed the elastic band of her underwear, "can't have it that close to the needle."

The blonde woman thoroughly unnerved Andrea but she did as she asked nonetheless, scoping down her panties -- not an easy task when one's laying on one's stomach but Andrea did it rather gracefully. She couldn't really see why it was needed though, but bowed to the expertise of the blonde.

"You're looking nice, honey," Liselle murmured as she greedily kneaded Andrea's buttcheek where they had decided to put the tattoo, "very nice indeed."

"Just the tattoo," James' told her in a cold voice that left no doubt that he wasn't pleased with Liselle pawing on his woman.

Andrea felt a surge of gratitude towards her young lover when the strange woman's hand let go of her ass. She felt very vulnerable and exposed as she lay there with her ass and sex bared infront of an unknown permister -- it's hard to feel confident without clothes. But James was with her and would protect her!

James himself was somewhat surprised at his own words -- he'd spent most of his life avoiding conflicts, yet here he was telling off a complete stranger. Maybe it was just a caveman-instinct -- Andrea was his territory and he would defend it (her) against intruders trying to steal her away.

Whatever it was, there seemed to be a new respect in Liselle's eyes as they met his across Andrea's naked ass.

"Of course," she smirked and got the tattooing instruments.

---

An hour later Liselle looked up from her work.

"All done," she informed James who was watching her every move -- both to follow the process of the tattoo and make sure nothing fishy was going on. Not that he expected anything but... in a primitive way, he had staked his claim on Andrea and he needed to be there to uphold it.

Andrea was out of her mind with curiosity. She'd been stuck in the same position for about an hour without any clue as to what was going on. The pain hadn't been too bad, she'd endured way worse from James -- although that kind of pain had been mixed up in intense sexual arousal, so it probably didn't count...

"So I can finally see?" she asked impatiently. James nodded and Liselle found a mirror.

On her left ass-cheek Andrea now had a large imprint of a pair of kissing lips. The bright-red markings really looked like she'd been kissed by a large mouth wearing way too much lipstick.

"Sealed with a kiss," James whispered into her ear as she studied the art. Her lips quickly found his in a hard, passionate kiss, and for once neither of them cared that they had a spectator.

"It's beautiful," she whispered into his mouth. Just like the collar, this seemed like James' way of staking his claim on her -- marking her, making her his. She loved it, as she wanted nothing more than to belong to James, heart and soul.

"I love it!" she breathed as they kissed again and again.

"Caring for the tattoo is simple, here are some written instructions," Liselle said in a dull voice of someone having given this speech over and over, "rub this crème on it twice a day, don't wear too tight jeans over it -- that might irritate the skin -- and keep it clean."

"Don't worry," James winked at the blonde, "she never wears jeans anymore. I prefer skirts..." Andrea blushed a little but stood proud. She was not ashamed of belonging to James or being subject to a dress-code.

"Sounds... interesting," Liselle said with the same hungry expression in her eyes, "you know, if you ever want to have some fun... you should stop by..." she invited.

James nodded thoughtfully, ignoring Andrea's frozen expression, "we might do, we might do...Now," he said turning to Andrea, "pay the woman..."

---

"So what do you think?" James asked a little nervous, feigning confidence when they sat in the car again. He realised that what he'd done, would be quite invasive of her 'privacy' if she didn't like it...

"About the tattoo, the woman or her offer?" Andrea winked at him. Now that they were alone, her confidence was returning and so was her desire to tease him a bit.

Her ass burned where the tattoo met with the car-seat but it was somehow a good pain. It reminded her of how James had made a permanent mark of his ownership of her -- like her collar, except she couldn't choose to take her tattoo off...

"Hmm..." he muttered as he leaned over and placed a kiss on her lips, "I was talking about the tattoo but now that you mention it..." As if it had a mind of its own, his hand was moving up her thigh, under her skirt and finding her still-pantyless crotch.

As always these days, Andrea was very eager for his touch and quickly spread her legs for him.

"Oh yes," he muttered into her ear, "imagine laying on that table, only instead of a needle, her fingers find your gashing pussy -- like this," just as he said that, one of his fingers slipped unhindered into her flushed sex, and she gave a little moan.

"You look down between your legs, and all you can see is her blonde hair, as she lick your sweet juices off your cunt," he continued and found her clit with his thumb, rubbing it to hear her moans of pleasure.

"But suddenly she throws you down on the floor. She stands tall and strong in front of you while you kneel, completely naked. Like the slut you are, you start to lick her, oh she tastes so good," he whispered in her ear while rubbing her wet sex faster and faster. Two fingers had disappeared up her slippery hole and a third joined them and her moaning only increased.

"She grabs a hold of your hair, holding you in place, as she moans loudly, "Yes, my little cunt-licker," she tells you, "I knew you were just a little lezzy-whore when I saw you!" and you can't tell her you're straight, 'cause your head is trapped in her slutty, blonde-haired cunt!" James continued, getting turned on himself by the image he was painting of her being used by another woman. Andrea whimpered in desire as his hand continued to pleasure her wet hole and his words her sex-crazed mind. Her own hands found her very stiff nipples and started pinching them with her long nails, causing more pain/pleasure to herself. Oh God, a pleasurable and horrifying thought struck her, anyone could see us!

"She drags you 'round behind the desk, so you're hidden from view, while you continue to pleasure her nasty slit," James went on, feeling her buckling slightly under his hand -- he knew what that meant and smiled to himself, "a man comes into the store and asks about various tattoos. You try to pull away, but the depraved woman won't let you, she powers you to go on while she discusses prices and colours! The strange man suddenly looks down over the desk and sees you licking her, like a public whore!"

"Oh God!" Andrea finally moaned, the image of being powerd to lick a strange woman's cunt while a stranger looked on making her erupt in orgasm, "oh yes, yes!" she thrashed around in her seat while James' hand rubbed her most intimate spots.

When she calmed down, he took it out and held it up to her mouth and she dutifully opened up and cleaned it with her tongue, tasting her own juices. It sent a shiver of presentation down her body, as it always did when James made her do something she would have considered 'nasty' before she met him...

---

"Hey mum?" James said into the phone when his lady picked it up in her end, "Yeah, I'm fine." He looked down at his lap: The beautiful eyes of his sexslave were looking adoringly up at him, while her sexy, red mouth was busy pleasuring his very hard cock. She lovingly licked up and down his long shaft, before once again taking it all in the mouth. He was sitting in her couch with her on her knees between his legs -- where she belonged, they both agreed in their thoughts.

"Yeah, Carl's good too, his parents say hello. Look, the reamister I called is because I'm gonna stay here another night. Yes, I am. Yes. I. Am." The last came out in a cold, hard tone that he would never have used with his lady -- or anyone else for that matter -- before the beautiful Andrea Cinder came into his life.

The same Andrea Cinder who was now stroking his cock up and down, while holding the sensitive head in her heavenly mouth.

"Nhg," he groaned but managed to suppress it, "no, I'm not with a girl! If I were, would I be coming home for my laptop in half an hour? Yeah, that's right. I need it for some homework..."

That surprised both his lady and his lover who let his cock go with a loud "slurp!"

"What? No, that was just... the dog. Well, I can't help it, I think she's in heat or something!" James flashed a cruel smile down at Andrea who was quickly burying his delightful tool in her mouth again, making sure to be quiet about it.

"Mum, I'm not gonna talk about what you're gonna do all night. It's not my problem," James cut off an apparent rambling from the other end of the line, while Andrea sped up her strokes so James almost lost his concentration. She looked up at him with a naughty gleam in her eyes and winked at him.

"Yeah, sure, I'll see you later," he said and finally hung up, threw the phone away and pulled Andrea's head off his cock.

"Now," he said to Andrea with an impish smile, "turn around. I want to see those kissing lips on your ass while I fuck my little bitch in heat..."

Andrea was very ready for that! There was something absolutely wicked about blowing him while he was on the phone with her friend. She felt so depraved as she turned her naked ass towards him. The moment she'd stepped inside the house -- her house -- he had told her to strip naked and she'd eagerly obeyed. The orgasm she'd gotten in the car outside the tattoo-shop was already forgotten and she wanted more, needed more.

"It looks really good," he approved, both of her ass and the tattoo on it. If he hadn't been so turned on, he'd probably spent more time admiring both, but for now he had other priorities.

"Ahh..." they sighed in shared pleasure as he finally slipped inside her dripping pussy. James, eager and very ready from her blowjob, set the pace very high, as he hammered into her, horny beyond belief.

"Oh God yes!" she buckled under him, "Oh God, take me, take your little bitch!"

"Are you my little slut?" James demanded, giving her a hard smack on her 'good' asscheek, making it ripple and leaving a pink print.

"You know it, sir! Anything for you!" she cried out, filled with the joy of her young master fucking her again. It'd been too long! More than twelve hours!

"Hmm? My slavegirl?" he continued, slightly out of breath -- fucking is hard work! -- and reached around her body to her bouncing tits and hard nipples and squeezed them hard, "you gonna do as I say, when I say?"

"Oh yes, please, Sir, whatever you want!" she assured him, her moans turning into cries of ecstasy. As if the constant ripples of pleasure coming from his hard cock being pummelled into her craving little sluthole weren't enough, his verbal dominance was racing her towards her climax.

Leaving her breast, he seized a large tuft of her hair and pulled her face backwards, powering her to arch her back and neck to establish eye-contact, "that's good!" he grinned, "'cause I've some plans for you...!"

The wicked gleam in his eyes, the pain, the pleasure, the offense... it was all too much for the horny woman and the bliss of orgasm washed over her, as she screamed out, "Yes! Anything, anything, anything! Oh, please, more, more! Ahhh! I'll do anything!"

She collapsed completely, her arms giving in under her and her upper body connecting with the floor.

"Yeah, you will!" James cried out and continued to fuck the semi-conscious woman, hard and fast.

The fact that she was only responding to his hard thrusts with small whimpers of lust just made it all the more pleasurable for the domineering young man.

"You... are... mine!" he groaned as he too exploded in the delight of orgasm and sent his eager little sperms into her womb. With a small sigh, he fell down, resting on her back, with his cock still firmly lodged in her pleasurebox.

"God..." he sighed as he slowly caught his breath again, "you're the best I'll ever find."

Andrea smiled proudly as she slowly got her bearings again, "you too, Lover, you too."

---

"Let me be sure, I understand... you want me to go visit your lady?" Andrea asked, clearly confused as to the motive of all this.

"Yeah," James agreed, "as I said, I need my laptop. I'll go over there, and get it, maybe getting something to eat, you know... pretending everything's normal. Then you show up, have tea or whatever it is you do, distract her, so she won't think anything fishy is going on, and come back here, half an hour later or so..."

"But why would she think anything fishy is going on?" Andrea -- who wasn't quite willing to be with Lisa when there was an opportunity to be with James -- wondered in puzzlement.

"Well, I said I'd be with Carl this weekend, right? Only Carl lives a couple of kilometres away, and she won't believe I walked that far. The fact that there isn't a car out front with Carl behind the wheel might make a somewhat suspicious, don't you think? So I need a distraction, and you should do nicely... Besides, you haven't been to see her in over a week. How often has that happened? She might put two and two together, you know..." James pointed out, "and... didn't you just say half an hour ago that you'd do anything?"

That reminder really defeated all of Andrea's objections: Good slavegirls obey, she thought as she went upstairs to find something presentable to wear. Somehow Lisa would probably think something 'fishy' was going on if her best friend showed up naked at her door. Especially, considering how her mister's sperm was leaking out of Andrea in a small trail down her thigh.

---

"Uf, I don't know what's gotten into that boy!" Lisa complained to her best friend around half an hour later, "he just comes and goes like he pleases!" Its more that he's gotten into something -- me -- than the other way around, Andrea mused but managed a sympathetic nod for her friend's problem.

"Well, you know how teenagers are, maybe you should just count yourself lucky that nothing happened until this late..." she tried. The conversation had been going in circles ever since James left more than fifteen minutes ago, but Andrea couldn't see a way out or a new topic coming up.

She wanted to help her friend, she really did... but she'd rather be back in her own house where her new master and friend's mister, without a doubt was cooking up something new and exciting.

---

And he was. For the last couple of days James had poured all his energy into a new project: he was designing a webpage for Andrea, and his vision of it excited him unbelievably. Now that he had his laptop, he could continue the work, but he was almost done with the technical parts. What he needed now was something to make it attractive and sexy, so he was mildly annoyed that it took his 'star' so long to get back home.

Are you gonna stay over there much longer? He asked her in a text-message, the impatient feeling finally overtaking him. He felt a great deal for this project and wanted to see it finished. Im trying to get out without her getting suspicious. she replied, much to his chagrin.

James had been alone in Andrea's house for more than an hour when she finally came back, more than a little annoyed with Lisa but powerd to hide it.

James was sitting in the living-room waiting for her with his laptop on his knees.

"Come and look!" he cheered as a greeting and proudly handed her the computer.

The nearly-finished but still offline page was loaded. Across the top of the screen, written in huge, scarlet letters on a grey background was the name of the page: SexSlaveAndrea.

On the top left-corner was a big SWAK, just like the one Andrea now had on her butt. In black, the letters SSA was printed across the kissing lips.

On the left there was a number of links leading to various under-pages of the site: Slave's blog, Owner's comments, Gallery, Contact, Guestbook, Donations.

On the right there were links to 'interesting sites' as James had put it, basically sites and forums that he found interesting.

And in the middle was a running tally of 'news'. There were only two headlines so far, "Collared" and "Tattooed", each leading to a little article under the 'Owner's comments'-section that James had written about how Andrea -- on his orders -- now was wearing a collar and had gotten a tattoo, both symbols of his ownership.

Andrea read it all with huge eyes and once she'd studied it all, she looked at James with an impressed expression.

"You've made all this?" she asked, and when he nodded in reply: "wow..."

"Well, it's not quite done," he explained, feeling nervous and a little lightheaded. It was very important that she approved of this, he felt, "but I need your help with the rest. See, you're gonna write a blog for everyone to read, telling what's happened since Friday when I put that collar around your neck... and then we'll need some pictures. Both for the gallery and for, well you know, decorating the site."

Before he'd even finished Andrea was running upstairs, leaving a confused and somewhat anxious James behind. Didn't she like it? he wondered and was about to go after her when he heard her come downstairs again.

"My brother gave me this camera for my birthday, a couple of months ago," she exclaimed happily and handed him an unopened cardboard box, "I haven't had any use for it... before now!" She beamed at him, wordlessly telling him how much she liked the idea and appreciated his hard work.

"This is a pretty good camera," James declared after scanning all the technical details on the outside of the box.

"So, you wanna take some pictures," Andrea asked and turned her side to him, so he could catch her in profile, one hand placed on her hip in a pose.

"Hmm, tempting, but first I gotta figure this camera out -- and charge its batteries, most likely. No, you sit here and write your blog. Start with Friday and write everything you remember. How you felt, how hard you came, that sort of things," he winked at her, "whatever you'd imagine your readers want to know. Just remember to keep it...interesting."

---

"Hey, why don't you take a break and... get changed?" James asked after a couple of hours. While Andrea had been writing he'd been checking the camera and had watched a film -- and now he was bored and wanted to move on in the program.

"Changed?" Andrea asked, looking down at herself. Okay, she was far from the sexy sight she'd like to be, but these were the clothes she'd worn to visit his lady! Her skirt was of medium-length and her shirt was reamisterably tight. There'd really been no time to change since she got back home. Perhaps she should just have stripped when she got home? She hadn't thought of that...

"Yeah, I put some clothes out on the bed for you," he informed her and toyed with the camera he was holding, "and put on some more make-up... you know what I like." He winked at her and she got up with an understanding expression on her face.

"Modelling-time," she muttered to herself and hurried upstairs, stripping off her 'decent' clothes as she went. On her bed she found the kind of clothes she were expecting; the too-small, white shirt she'd worn the day before, a black mini-skirt, black heels, her black push-up bra and a black thong. Okay, the thong was a little surprising -- she'd have expected he wanted her to go commando.

Oh well, this way there was more to take off...

---

The easily recognisable sound of a pair of high heels clacking down the stairs tore James' attention away from Andrea's tale of the last couple of days. He looked up and around the corner came a walking, wet dream. This vision was worth the wait, without any doubt.

The tight shirt and the black bra quickly powerd his attention (and any males' who'd be watching) to her busty chest region, where her awe-inspiring tits were fighting to break free of the constrictive clothes. Pulling his eyes away from her breasts, he looked at her face -- where she indeed knew what he liked! Her beautiful blight-blue eyes were surrounded by a dark purple eye-shadow, giving her a mystic and beautiful atmosphere. Her lips were brightly red, and her hair was carefully brushed back -- the urgency she'd felt from James hadn't left her time to set it up as she'd liked.

"Wow!" James smiled and let her eyes travel down her body, over her cute little stomach to her teeny-tiny mini-skirt that just covered her ass. She turned around and bent over, showing how the short skirt rode up and flashing the kiss-mark on her asscheek as well as the ridiculously small thong.

"Like it?" she giggled, pleased with herself at the sight of his captivated expression.

"Very much!" James agreed, and fumred with the camera, wanting to get started with the photo-shoot. The quicker they began, the faster they'd reach the end...

'Click! Click! Click!' he fired off pictures in rapid succession, almost feverish in his enthusiasm at first, but as he looked the pictures taken on the little screen, he noticed they weren't very good. He needed to behave more like a director than a horny admirer -- even though he was a horny admirer.

"Okay," he said as he stopped, "we need to do this more... professionally. What do you think is your best feature?"

"My tits!" she said with a happy smile as she pushed her curvy bust out. Looking down her deep cleavage, James found it hard to argue.

"Yeah, your tits..." he agreed, "and your face." She did have a beautiful face and the sexiest smile James had ever seen.

"Aww, aren't you sweet," she said and her lips formed that wonderful smile. It was only the fact that James had seen it wrapped around his cock, calling out in orgasm and covered in cum over the last few weeks that had built up a certain resistance to that Siren-like smile, promising all kinds of pleasure.

"Yeah, I am," he agreed, "come stand here," he told her as he suddenly jumped up on the couch. From there he had a perfect angle down her beautiful face and breasts.

"Fold your arms under your chest, yes, like that," he said and took a handful of pictures of her pushing her chest up with her arms. There was plenty of space on the camera's memory-card and they had to have some to choose from.

With a naughty little smile, she realised that his crotch was in the perfect height, and she placed a careful hand just over his sacred parts, quickly discovering something long and hard in there.

'Click!' a picture of her eager hands on his crotch but he regretfully swept them away from his pants, wanting to get some pictures for the site before everything degenerated into carnal pleasure.

"Now, down on your knees," he said, jumping down from the couch and shooting a number of pics of her in his favourite position.

"Lick your lips -- imagine I have my cock out, that should get you some motivation."

"On all fours."

"Lift up your skirt, show me your tat."

"Stand up, I want some up-skirt photos."

Andrea jumped around, striking sexy pose after sexy pose, all the while her panties were getting more and more wet and she hoped James would forget the camera soon and just take her!

"Hey," an idea suddenly struck him and he stopped shooting photos, "where're your cuffs?"

"Eh, my cuffs?" she said a little confused at James' sudden change of subject. Why was he thinking about cuffs when she was on standing in front of him, bent over, showing off her ass for the camera?

"Slavegirls need cuffs!" he demanded and sent her back upstairs for the cuffs, taking the much needed break to calm himself. Seeing the sexy woman on an everyday basis was one thing, resisting her while she was doing her best to entice him to take her took a very different amount of willpower.

Soon she came back down, walking carefully now. Her hands were cuffed together, so keeping the balance (especially towering in those heels!) had become something of a challenge.

"Very nice!" James applauded as she gracefully knelt down in front of him and put her head on the carpet, pushing her ass in the air. He got a very nice shot of her near-naked ass and the cuffed hands above it.

In a sudden loss of control, James roughly pushed her 'round on her back, snapping pictures of her chest, panty-covered crotch and helpless expression on her face. Still holding the camera, he pulled her panties down around her knees (tore them down, actually, as her pussyjuices had glued them somewhat to her) and immortalised her naked sex.

"Oooh!" she sighed in open admiration, completely in his power and very much liking it.

"Yeah, you want this, don't you," he demanded as he stuck a couple of fingers up her accepting pussy and captured it with the cam.

"Mhm, you know it... sir," she said as she writhed around on the carpet, still with his two fingers inside her.

"Thought so," he muttered, pleased, and pulled out of her. Getting his cock out of his pants, he went around to her head, and with a solid grip in her hair, he started fucking her red lips. He switched the settings of the camera though, recording everything on film.

"Ah, yeah," he sighed as he pushed his entire length into her mouth and down her throat. The defenceless woman could do nothing but accept the rough invasion -- and she eagerly did so! In the strained position she was in though, she couldn't be of much assistance to his pleasure -- which only helped to heighten that very pleasure, as James really liked the feeling of 'taking' her instead of 'getting' her. Her only complaint was that with her hands cuffed behind her back, she couldn't touch herself...
"Yeah, that's right," he said, talking as much to himself and the camera as to her, "take it all. You like it, I know you do, you're drenched like a little slut. Oh yeah, so gooood!" he continued as his thrusts in and out of her mouth increased in speed.

Then, sudden and with little regard for the captive beauty, he pulled his dick out of her mouth and let go of her head, completely ignoring her complaining moan of losing the taste and feel of his delicious dick. In the mood for pussy, he crawled down the length of her body and quickly entered her tight, desirable hole.

"Oh yes, oh yes!" she moaned in delight as he hammered his entire length into her. Her position was painful, lying on her hands like she was, but the masochistic woman only enjoyed that, feeling she was making yet another sacrifice for her lover and master.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded, trying to aim the camera at her face.

"I want COOOCK!" she shrieked as he pounded his massive tool into her again and again, fulfilling her spoken desire.

"Are you my slut?" he continued, thinking that if the video didn't turn out too well, at least they'd have a sound-file.

"God, yes!" she admitted, "I'm everything you want me to be!" To be fair, Andrea would have agreed to anything, as long as his dick kept assault her wet pussy.

"Huh?" he carried on his enquiries, "and if I wanted you to lick that blonde chick's horny little snatch? Would you be MY little lesbian whore?"

"Yes! Yes, anything for you!" she cried out, the image of James making her lick the unsettling Liselle made her squirm in pleasure and brought the orgasm so much closer, "please Sir, I need you so much, make me... cum!"

Knowing what his little slavegirl liked, he seized her tit through the shirt and bra, and squeezed it hard, without slowing his impaling of her squishy pussy.

"Oh God yes!" she screamed one last time and her entire body shook with the power of her climax, "more, more, so goooood! So big and hard, oh I love your cock!" she blabbered, losing control of her mouth in her mind-numbing orgasm.

"Ngh!" James muttered and pulled out and quickly crawled to her face (like he'd seen so many times in porn) and emptied his balls over her eagerly welcoming face, where she immediately opened her bright-red lips. He made sure to aim the camera right, so to catch the 'money-shot' as wave after wave landed on her face, turning her carefully painted face into a mess of whorish proportions.

"Ahh..." Andrea sighed as a big load of his seed shot into her wide-open mouth and landed on her tongue, instantly filling the slutty woman's mouth the taste of salt.

"Don't swallow, don't swallow!" he groaned loudly, as his pearly white sperm continued to shoot out and land in long stripes on her face. Then, with careful movements he took a tuft of her hair and dried his cock off on it, humiliating her for the camera.

Coming down from his orgasmic high, he stopped the recording and snapped a couple of pictures of her holding her tongue out and showing how much sperm she caught in her mouth -- and in her entire face.

James and Andrea's venture into the world of porn was well on its way.

---

Half an hour later, Andrea was in the kitchen, cooking for her man and master. It was a strange feeling, cooking naked and with her face and hair streaked with dried cum -- strange and very arousing. It was oddly liberating -- all the depraved acts James put her through helped her discover herself. And herself was a slut! God, she loved being James' slut...

She put the lasagne in the oven and went to check on her beloved master who once again was busy at the laptop, uploading the pictures to the site.

"Smells good," he told her as she came into the living-room, a little wobbly in her black heels. She'd had wanted to take them off, to go completely naked but James had stopped her.

"Leave them on, I like the way they make your ass look," he'd told her. That kind of compliment was worth so much more than the discomfort of wearing the tall heels, so she happily complied. As she came near him again, she hoped he would comment on it again. Or the way her naked tits looked. Or her sexy new tattoo. Anything, really.

"Thanks!" she smiled at his compliment of her food, and although one of her body would have been preferable, she'd take what she could get. As her mouth formed in a dazzling smile, she felt how the sperm clinging to her skin resented her use of her facial muscles, "eh, may I go wash my face?"

He nodded, completely caught up in what he was doing. As she was about to go to the bathroom, she noticed that her printer was hooked up to his laptop.

"Eh, why do you need my printer?" she asked, curious.

"You'll see, you'll see," he told her with a wide grin -- the kind of grin that gave her goose-bumps and a moist pussy. As soon as she left the room she heard it start printing. Dying to go back and find out more, she nevertheless continued upstairs to her bathroom. Slavegirls weren't supposed to be nosy after all. James would tell her when he wanted.

---

"Read these," James told her when she got downstairs again, fresh-faced and with a more discreet make-up... still naked of course.

"Rules for James' slavegirl," she began before looking up, "You've made rules?" she asked, feeling how her nipples hardened and her pussy started dripping.

"Yup. Read them to me."

"Okay... Rules for James' slavegirl," she began again in a loud, determined voice:

"1. I'm now owned by James and will do as he says at all times and in all things.

2. My collar is a sign of James' ownership -- I will always have it around my neck or with me.

3. When I'm at home I will always wear lingerie that my owner has approved of, my collar and heels -- nothing else.

4. When going outside, I will always wear clothes that my owner has approved of, and always skirts or dresses.

5. I will NEVER orgasm without my owner's explicit permission. What?!" she looked up, with huge eyes, mortified and turned on at the same time, "you want me to ASK for permission to cum?"

"Yeah, I think it's only fair," he grinned, "but read on..."

"6. My body belongs to my owner -- I will work hard to keep it fit for him, so he can be proud of it.

7. I will not spend money on anything other than gas and groceries without my owner's consent."

She looked down at her naked body, feeling that the sixth rule was unfair -- she wasn't fat! Why would he make a rule about that?

"It's not that you need to lose weight or anything," James assured her, correctly reading her expression as she studied her body, "we just have to make sure you stay as sexy as you are now."

She sat her naked ass down next to him on the couch, "so you don't think I'm fat?"

"Nope! No one in their right mind would think that!" he guaranteed her.

"And this is... for real? You totally own me now, controlling... everything?"

"Well, yeah. I mean... if you accept," he said, suddenly a little in doubt, wondering where all this was coming from. Until she hugged him, desperately clinging her naked body to his.

"I want to belong to you!" she exclaimed almost crying. This little piece of paper, with its demanding, demeaning and severe rules was what all her hopes and dreams had revolved around: Belonging to James.

---

It turned out to be an excellent night. James shut the laptop off and Andrea -- in keeping with the new rules -- put on some lingerie and they sat in the couch, eating, watching a romantic comedy and enjoying each other's company. She was wearing a light-blue baby-doll, kept together in front of her breasts and managing to hide them well enough. The flimsy powder-blue fabric however, clearly showed off the rest of her body, and her matching panties only made the package all the more inviting.

"Mhm," James muttered as he placed his arm around her shoulders after leaving his plate on the low table, "that's a really tempting night-gown you're wearing." She put her head on his shoulder, feeling secure and relaxed -- and very much in love.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, fishing for more compliments - a girl can't live of orgasms alone.

"Yeah," he said, as his eyes ran down her delicious body, "clearly showing off your sexy beauty, and yet still manages to hide so much that one wants to tear it off..."

"Mhm, you know, sir, as your property, you can do with me as you like... tear off my clothes, if you want," she returned with an excited glimmer in her eyes.

"Very tempting indeed," he said as his hand followed his eyes and cupped her supple breast, "so big and soft," he muttered, though she clearly heard him and smiled at him.

It was just some gentle teasing though. Neither of them was really in the mood, each having cum three times during the day, but it was nice to relax with some petting.

"Ahh..." Andrea sighed as James found her little nipple through the fabric of her baby-doll, "this is nice." Whether she meant his hand on her chest or them together in the couch, James didn't know. And he didn't really care either.

"It's always nice to be with you," he replied, almost biting off his tongue as he heard how corny it sounded. But the object of his desires liked corniness -- actually she liked all kinds of compliments -- and beamed a smile at him.

"You too," she assured him, and their lips met in a long, slow kiss.

"What's on the agenda tomorrow," Andrea asked, when their kissing-session died out, knowing he had to go home at some point the next day.

"Gonna get that site up," he answered, "maybe take some pictures... who knows, maybe I'll even get around to fuck my slavegirl?"

"Hmm... sounds good!"

---

Next morning Andrea awoke early, with an odd mix of satisfaction, caused by relaxing next to her love all night, and the empty feeling she always got when he had to leave.

Getting out of bed, she went to the bathroom, regretfully taking off her collar -- her neck felt so strange without its comforting weight -- and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run down her naked body.

Lost in her own thoughts at the wondrous evening she'd spent in front of the television with her lover and master the day before, she barely heard James enter the bathroom.

"Ah, here you're hiding," he said as he opened the shower-stall, giving her a pleased smile, as he took in her naked, wet glory. He too was naked, his flaccid cock giving small twists of greetings, saluting her sexy body.

"Hiding?" she asked, pretending to be insulted, "here I am, cleaning my master's property, and he accuses me of hiding?" She emphasised her words by gently rubbing herself between her legs, making no illusion of what kind of property that needed cleaning.

"Oh good," he said and stepped into the shower to her, hugging her to him and enjoying the feeling of her large, wet tits squished against his chest, "you won't mind if I join you then?"

"Never, ever!" she smiled up at him, and he couldn't resist the temptation to plant a slow, soft kiss on her happily-accepting lips.

Neither of them moved for a long time, they just stood under the warm flow of water, their tongues busy in their intricate, arousing dance. Slowly but unstoppable a warm hardness began poking into Andrea's soft belly, telling her beyond doubt how much James enjoyed her naked closeness. Oh well, she figured he could probably tell how hard her nipples were too...

Smiling into his kissing mouth, she took his hard cock in her hands and carefully stroked it, ever so slowly, building up his excitement.

"Mhm," he said as he broke the kiss and taking her hands off his rock-hard cock, "first we gotta clean my new property," he reminded her with a wink.

She found an unscented shower-gel for him, thinking he'd appreciate not smelling like apple-blossoms (her favourite!), and started lathing it on his tall body, carefully scrubbing every inch of him. He obediently turned around so she could get to his back as well, though she couldn't really reach his hair. She carefully avoided his dick, wanting to leave the best to last, as she knelt down in front of him, cleaning his legs.

James just relaxed, enjoying the undivided pleasure it was to be thoroughly cleaned by a woman so dedicated to him. Nothing quite compares, he thought and his adamantine cock silently agreed with him.

James was... more enthusiastic and less dutiful than his sexy slavegirl when it became his turn to cleanse her. Oh, he soaped her in but it seemed his mind was focused to pleasures to come -- there was no doubt that her breasts, her ass, her stomach and pussy became very, very clean, as he cleaned them over and over again. The rest of her body though... not so much.

Not that Andrea was complaining! His eager rubbing had the sexy woman moaning in pleasure, long before he was done.

As she rinsed off the soap, she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him again.

"I almost forgot the most important part!" she exclaimed in mock horror and sucked his smooth hardness in between her red lips and down her tight throat, while the water from the showerhead continued to stream down her face. As James looked down on her, he couldn't imagine a more erotic sight and almost regretted not having his camera with him -- it would have made a great picture for the site. Oh well, he thought, some views are just for me...

As she began working his dick in and out of her slurping mouth, he soon lost all thoughts of photographs, websites and everything that didn't directly had something to do with his hard dick inside her greedy mouth.

"Mhm, you're sooo gooood!" he muttered, while taking a hold of her head, more for support than actual control. She knew what she was doing and for once he was perfectly happy with letting her do what she did best...

Except she was doing it a little too well. With a sense of urgency, he pulled out of her mouth and pulled her back up on her legs.

"Turn around," he told her and she keenly obeyed, presenting her voluptuous ass to him. He paused for a short second, admiring the tight buttocks and the sexy mark on her left cheek, claiming her as his.

She was quite a bit shorter than him though, and he had to bend his legs rather much to get in level. But once he was, there was no stopping him. Her cunt was drenched, her sucking him, his groping her under the cover of soap and the water had made sure of that, and her tight cunt was soon filled by his big cock.

Her moans echoed in the little bathroom as she cried her pleasure out at every merciless thrust he hammered into her. With his firm hold of her thighs, he had the perfect leverage for getting as far into her possibly, and the sensation drove them both wild.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she exclaimed again and again, hardly conscious about her constant moaning, though it spurred James on even further, "oh God, so good, gimme more, more! Harder, ooh, yes! Oh God, Lover, you know what I like!"

And he did: With a loud grunt, he slapped her right asscheek, combining the pleasure with the sudden stinging pain.

"Oh yes!" she cried, eagerly accepting the pain, mixing it with her submissive needs, "oh God, sir, please... fuck my ass! Take my slutty asshole!" she cried out, finding a strange desire for the 'dirty' kind of sex she'd done her best to avoid before submitting to James.

He thought it was a terrific idea, though he was a little annoyed that he hadn't come up with it himself. After one last, vicious thrust deep into her pussy, he pulled out of her altogether. Her pussy-juices would have to make it up for lube, he figured, and found her closed petite star.

Relaxing as best she could, Andrea felt how the huge dickhead made its slow, uncompromising journey up her small ass.

"Oh, it hurts so gooood!" she moaned in a mix of delight and pain, "take me, I'm your little ass-slut, use me like you want!"

And he did. Although careful at first, he soon built a good rhythm, running his dick in and out of her tight asshole. As James looked down on his cock gliding in and out, marvelling at how flexible that little hole was. There just didn't seem to be enough space for his unrelenting cock, but the tight feeling around his dick left no doubt about him being inside her close-fitted orifice.

Andrea could feel how the pain, the incredible pleasure and her unconditional surrender of all that was hers to James quickly put her on the path of an explosive orgasm. James, who knew all her 'tells' noticed it too, and debated with himself whether to remind her that she was no longer allowed to cum as she pleased but decided it would be more fun to punish her when he felt like it.

"Huh, you like my cock up your ass, slave? It's not too big for you?" he demanded. Considering how James had always felt... inadequate in the penis-department, it was a testimony to Andrea's ability to boost his self-esteem that he now could taunt her with his size.

"Oh God, your cock is fucking PERFECT!" she all but screamed back, "so big, so strong, so gooood! Oh, yes, yes! Yes! YEEES!" she cried out, as her explosive orgasm caused her vision to blank and her entire body to shake, "sooo goooood!"

"Ngh, oh yes!" James groaned, as he no longer needed to hold his own orgasm back. He was the master, no doubt about that, but he liked to think of himself as a kind master -- one who also gave his subject her pleasure. And of course, now was the opportunity to punish her...

Digging his fingers into her soft flesh, he hammered his cock into her, as hard as he could, as hard as he would in her pussy, making her cry out in pain and pleasure. He was cumming soon, he knew, so he needed to make the most of the time until...

"Arrgghhh!" he grunted loudly and thrust deep into her one last time, emptied his balls into her sexy, tight asshole. She flexed her ass-muscles, milking the last remnants of sperm out of him and causing him to groan in delayed pleasure.

"So good..." they agreed, as they relaxed in the shower, him still inside her as the water washed away that smell of really good sex.

---

"Hmm..." James wondered out loud, "what kind of punishment do you deserve for breaking the rules less than a day after I gave them to you? Should I find the whip again, perhaps?"

He was once again sitting at the laptop, putting the last effort into the page. He was determined to get everything done today, so they could upload it tomorrow. Andrea, walking a little funny due to her tall heels and the sharp ache deep inside her, was bringing him a snack.

"Sir?" she asked confused, looking down at herself. Her tiny red lace-thong and matching bra certainly constituted lingerie, she had put on the collar the minute she stepped out of the shower and her pumps were some of the highest heels she had. It wasn't the dress-code...

"You came without permission. In the shower," he explained, "that ***s the fifth rule, doesn't it?"

"Well, yeah, but... you said I was always allowed to cum when you were fucking my ass, sir..." she reminded him.

"I did? When?" James asked, feeling a little uncertain.

"When you... fucked my ass Friday... don't you remember?"

Well, he did remember taking her ass -- it had been great! But had he really given her a free-orgasm-pass, just because his cock were deep in her secret tunnel for the first time? Looking into her honest eyes, he decided she'd never lie about something like that... she'd take her punishment any day.

"Well, okay," he relented, "I'll let you off that one. You can cum when I fuck your ass..."

"Thank you, sir!" she smirked at him and winked.

The weekend had been utterly confusing for Carol. The sight of James and the much older (slut!) woman was burnt into her memory and she couldn't stop the undeniable, sexy feelings that arose whenever the young woman thought back at the scene in the parking lot.

She had discovered masturbation when she was fifteen but it had never been something she'd been overly prone to – 'till now. It almost seemed like she'd spent the last couple of days in bed with her hand between her thighs with images of James flashing through her mind.

Sometimes the strange woman was there too, double-teaming James with her. Sometimes it was just that slut and James – which made Carol both hot and jealous. Sometimes it was just Carol and James – and it was her who was dressed up for his pleasure... until she got naked for him of course. And then... strangest of all was the image of the slut and her, Carol. With Carol giving the skank a light spanking and telling her how to dress and behave.

All of this made Carol very confused. Why was she suddenly so interested in James? Why did she want to dress up for him, want him to spank her? Why did she care at all about the strange woman? The only sexual encounter she'd ever had, had been on very equal terms and she'd always assumed that's what she wanted in her future relationships.

She'd heard of 'the heart wants what the heart wants' but this was her damn pussy making demands on her! How weird was that?

It was with some dread she anticipated the day ahead of her. The first classes would be okay, but after lunch she would have to team up with James again in the lab.

Should she tell him? What was there even to tell? That she knew he was seeing an old tart? And that it made her hot beyond control? That hardly seemed sufficient...

The scene in the parking lot had showed Carol how James liked his women but she just couldn't bring herself to display that kind of sluttyness. Her modesty was battling her desire to... well, to impress James.

Over the weekend, she'd dusted off her make-up kit (for the first time ever, she wished she used contact-lenses but that couldn't be help) and found some of the 'interesting' clothes out of her closet. Admittedly, she didn't have anything as appealing as that outfit James' lusty old whore had been wearing but nevertheless...

First she'd found the only skirt she owned, a dark blue one that reached down to her knees, then a black t-shirt with a v-cut neckline, tight across the chest but loose around the stomach – it was warm enough not to wear anything over it, she'd decided. The big question was: bra or no bra?

Her breasts were big (huge actually), even Carol, with her low self-esteem, knew that and hopefully they'd play their part in attracting James' attention. She never went outside without a bra, 'cause they jittered and jumped around with every step she took (which would be all the more noticeable in the t-shirt she'd picked as it was tight) but perhaps James would like that? On the other hand, in a bra, especially the black lace push-up bra her sister had given her when she started at college would give her a very noteworthy cleavage... oh the decisions!

---

And now it was finally time to meet James. She'd been nervous all day, although not so nervous that she'd missed the admiring eyes that followed her chest wherever she went. Somehow that embarrassed her, annoyed her and made her proud, all at the same time. She only hoped James would appreciate it too – after all, he had his own hottie, apparently.

She was standing in their section of the lab, waiting for James and the teacher so they could continue last week's experiments.

"Hey Carol," she suddenly heard from behind. James' voice! she thought in a mix of panic and eagerness as she spun around to face him.

James froze in his tracks as he saw how his normally boringly-dressed lab-partner presented her tits to him. 'Cause that was all he saw – two huge melons, hiding under a single layer of clothes. The power of her move and the sudden stop made them practically quaver under her t-shirt, showing him – and everyone else looking (which at least two guys from the class were) that she had chosen to go braless.

"Wow," he said, powering his eyes upwards from her chest, finding her eyes, for the first time ever surrounded by a light layer of make-up. Only weeks of staring at Andrea's – albeit smaller – tits, offered to him in a so many different states of undress gave him the needed strength to tear his eyes away from her chest, where her every breath caused small ripples to go through her marvellous mammaries.

"You're looking good, Carol," he smiled at her, powering himself to stare at her face, not her tits.

Despite all her planning, hours of role-playing with the reflection in her mirror and all the clever retorts she had prepared, Carol had no idea what to answer. She smiled back, a somewhat sickly smile but still a smile, and sat down on the chair in front of her, seemingly ready to start working.

James – often confused by the actions of the beautiful sex – sat down on his chair next to her.

"Something wrong?" he asked and stole a peak at her supple knockers. Okay, more than a peak – now that she was facing a different way, there was no reamister not to stare, was there?

She turned her head to James (making him raise his eyes to her face again) and shook her head before turning her attention back to staring into the air.

James was now very confused. He was not exactly Casanova and not at all used to having any kind of effect on the girls at school. Deft as he was, he nevertheless picked up on something being wrong and that it somehow concerned him.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked, quite puzzled but she merely shook her head, still not talking to him.

This became the strangest class ever. The first quarter, James tried to get out of her what was wrong, but she ignored him, answered with one-syllable words and avoided eye-contact.

Carol silently kept cursing herself. What was the matter with her? God, he thinks I'm mad at him! she fumed, as he once again asked her if there was anything he could do. But it had all gone wrong, so horribly wrong. At first she just couldn't find an answer for him and now... well, how would she explain that she'd been more or less silent for the last fifteen minutes? Better to keep her mouth shut, get through the class and find a plausible explanation for her lack of response before she saw him again. Or join a convent, whatever proved to be easier.

"Well fine," James finally relented, growing quite angry with her lack of response, "then don't tell me." They worked in silence for the remainder of the class, Carol feeling worse and worse now that she apparently had made James mad at her, and James partly confused, partly annoyed that one of the few permisters he actually liked in their class now openly ignored him.

As soon as the class ended, Carol grabbed her things and rushed to the exit, ahead of everyone else. James, his curiosity overtaking him, followed her, just as quickly.

He caught up with her at the parking lot, where she was sitting on a bench, hiding her face in her hands and sobbing gently. James' anger dissipated – how could he be mad at a crying woman?

"Eh..." he gingerly began, not quite sure what he was going to do or what was even going on, "you alright?" Okay, that was just a stupid thing to say, he immediately thought but what could he do?

She just shook her head, not looking up. Not really having any experiences that could help him in this situation, he sat down next to her. He didn't fail to notice how her magnificent tits jumped with every sob but he somehow managed to focus on her pitiful mood.

They were still mostly alone; most of the students hadn't come out yet which James was very thankful for. This was awkward enough as it was.

"Then what's wrong," he asked, trying to sound calming. But how does one sound calming?

"I'm-I'm just so stupid!" she exclaimed in an angry tone, still hiding her face.

"Now, I'm sure that's not-" he began but was quickly interrupted by Carol's continued tirade: "I just thought... and I took these stupid clothes on, just so you'd see me! And then I made you mad at me, and I don't even know what went wrong! I just wanted you to notice me..." She finally looked up, staring into his eyes with an angry expression, challenging him to say something to counter her outburst.

"So you did all this," he asked slowly in an unbelieving voice, indicating her tight t-shirt, pretty skirt and make-up with his hand, "for me?"

She nodded and looked away, unable to meet his eyes.

With the exception of her turning out to be an alien, sent to Earth to arouse and confuse him, this was the last explanation James had imagined.

"But... why? And why didn't you just say something?" he asked, confused but also somewhat flattered.

"I don't know!" she cried desperately, "if I knew I wouldn't sit here, would I!?"

"Okay, okay," James tried to calm her down again, "it's alright." He carefully put an arm around her shoulders, giving her a tender hug. Feeling his closeness and reacting solely on instincts, she embraced him in a quick movement, clinging to him.

She was very close and her big tits were pressed up against him. James was trying very hard to be comforting but he was also a teenage guy – the result was inevitable. Carol who was slowly being calmed down by his closeness and the physical contact noticed how something hard was rising in his jeans. Pulling herself together, pushing her deal-sealing tits out against him, she asked him the fatal question:

"James, do you think I'm sexy?" Although she wasn't as well-versed in the seductive ways as her older sister, Carol knew enough to pout her lips at him, bap her eyes-lashes and look as small and vulnerable as possible, while her glorious tits spoke for themselves.

Looking down at them, James could only nod.

With a happy smile, Carol pressed her lips against his in a tender kiss, suddenly overjoyed with how it all had worked out.

---

But Andrea who had been looking on from her car, where she was waiting for James so she could take him home and enjoy some 'quality-time' with him before his lady returned from work was not quite as pleased.

"That traitorous bastard," she muttered when their lips met, a red-hot anger boiling within her, "jumping on the first and best young whore coming 'round!"

Through tears of bitter betrayal, she saw how he returned her kiss and let his hands wander down to the front of her t-shirt, groping the strange girl's tits – which were larger than Andrea's, just to add insult to injury!

Deciding not to torment herself anymore, she started the car and sped off, tyres screaming as she sped out of the lot as fast as she could.

Both Carol and James looked up as the car rushed by, and James instantly recognised it.

"Huh, there goes my ride," he mused to himself but Carol heard it and the entire situation pleased her. It wasn't hard to put together who was in that car – who but the old sleaze she'd seen James with would be mad about him kissing someone else?

"Oh," she said, careful not to express her contentment of how it all was working out, "was that the... woman I saw you with Friday?"

"You saw us?" James asked, turning his attention back to Carol. There was something here that didn't quite add up but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Well, I was walking a friend to her car when I saw you with her," she lied, not willing to admit she followed him, "wasn't she a bit old?" she probed but James just shrugged.

"I live here on campus, if you wanna come with me home and, eh... wait for the bus?" Carol suggested taking his hand putting it back on her large bust, not at all used to the whole seduction-scene but trying her best nevertheless. His hand, knowing what to do when placed on an eager girl's tit quickly found her hard nipple and teased it, gently.

Huh... this could work, James thought, discarding Andrea driving away in anger. She might be mad now but he'd make her see things his way, he always had before. Of course, she'd never really been mad at him before, not like this at least. But in the meantime, this girl was certainly an interesting development.

"Sure," he said, as more and more people began emerging from the school-buildings, heading for the parking lot and their cars, "lead on." The top-heavy girl gave a small squeal of joy, grabbed his hand and let him across campus to her dorm-room.

---

Carol's room was quite smallish, her bed, desk and closet took up most of the space, actually.

As she shut the door behind them, she could feel a cold dread spread through her as she was all alone with him. She had no idea what to do now not knowing what James was expecting. Did he want to kiss some more? Was he just coming with her to be a good friend or to pass the time? Was she some sort of rebound from that old cradle-snatcher he'd been seeing?

However, she'd already done her part, so to speak. Now it was his turn.

Taking hold of her waist, he pulled her into him, pressing her against his chest and planting a lasting kiss on her soft lips. She readily opened them, making way for his exploring tongue and just sinking into the kiss, enjoying his closeness and letting him control whatever was going to happen. Truth be told, she didn't really know what would happen, she hadn't planned that far ahead. At first, she just wanted James to be interested in her, then to come to her room. Now that she got him here, she quickly lost the initiative.

Which was just like James wanted her. The only kind of sex James really knew was when the girl submitted to him, and it was the kind he'd always enjoyed reading about and watching, back when he had nothing but porn and fantasies to satisfy him. With Andrea it had just kind of happened, him taking charge, he didn't quite know how he'd managed it but he was determined to get the same power and control out of his little bout with Carol.

"So what did you think of what you saw with me and her?" he breathed into her ear and once again placed his hand on her amazingly big tit, finding her hard little nub through the thin fabric.

"Ahh..." she sighed, completely lost in the erotic feelings of finally being with James – of course, him stimulating her very sensitive nipple did help – and ignored his question, not at all interested in talking about what happened Friday. Partly because she wasn't proud of having snuck after him – and then lying about it – but mostly she just didn't want to talk about how she'd felt when she'd seen him with his harlot.

"I asked you, how did it make you feel," James asked in a hard voice as he viciously pinched her nipple. Perhaps he was too used to being with Andrea and powering his will through whenever he felt like, but Carol reacted precisely like he'd imagine Andrea in a similar situation: the same need to be controlled and dominated was screaming out to him. The sight of a defenceless woman crying might leave him awkward and uncomfortable but he was far more at home with a woman who wanted to submit and be used.

She gasped loudly in pain but at the same time a submissive desire to be used by him arose in her and the pain triggered a pleasurable sensation between her legs.

"I dunno," she panted and tried to kiss him again but he stayed out of reach. She was clearly trying to hide what she felt for him and that just wasn't acceptable.

"Tell me," he demanded her with an almost severe gleam in his eyes, and Carol quickly caved, feeling weak next to the strong James. It was hard to believe how much he'd 'grown' in the last couple of weeks, although if he'd spent enough time with that other woman, she could understand how and why.

"It made me feel hot," she admitted, hoping that would satisfy him and they could get back to the nice kissing and touching they'd been doing only moments before. It wan't enough for him, however.

"The way you just seemed to be in control of her. And how," she continued when she realised he wanted more, and to her great shame, she felt herself blush," you slapped her butt when she turned it to you. I've, well, I've been thinking about it a lot since then." Oh God, why did I tell him that? she thought in horror and looked up

"Made you hot, did it?" he repeated he, "maybe even a little... naughty? Tell me, what did you do while you thought about me slapping," he reached around her and squeezed her delightful booty between his fingers, "her ass?"

"Oh my..." she panted, "I-I ehh... I touched myself," her cheeks were now aflame and she looked down, ashamed that she was admitting to her own dirty behaviour.

"Did you," he whispered in her ear, "imagine yourself getting a little spanking?"

"Some-sometimes," she confesses, thoroughly confused. Her body was giving her all kinds of mixed signals and the poor girl didn't know how to separate the lust she felt when he kissed her or touched her from the embarrassment of being groped like this while admitting the wicked thoughts she'd had over the weekend. What choice did she have but to go with the flow though?

"Come," James said and led her to the bed where they both sat down, very close. Where his thigh touched her, she could feel little sparks of electricity racing up through her body, to her heart that started beating faster still, to her mind that became a little more clouded – and to her pussy that became wet...

He kissed her again and she readily opened her mouth for him, fully prepared to follow him where he wanted to lead her. No one else she'd ever know had made her feel this good inside, not even her brief sexual encounter with Klaus – and James hadn't even really touched her yet! Only through the clothes and that didn't count, did it?

"See what you're doing to me," he said as he suddenly broke the kiss and placed her hand over her crotch where she could easily follow the outline of his hard penis.

"Oh my!" she smiled with red cheeks, proud, pleased and embarrassed at the same time, "did I do that?"

"You – and your sexy body!" he returned and found her large breasts again and played with them, emphasising his point .

"Oh you!" she giggled, flattered that he found her sexy. Although she had spent a lot of time choosing the right outfit she still didn't look attractive to her own eyes. But erections don't lie and he clearly had a big one! A big, sexy one, she thought admiringly, using his own word to describe it, if only in her mind. Somehow to say it out loud would just be... wrong. In many ways, Carol was quite innocent, very much the opposite of Andrea.

But she still couldn't leave James' cock alone. Although she could only feel it through his pants, she was very curious as to its form and size.

"You like it?" he asked, trying to get her to vocalise her desire. He remembered how much of a turn-on dirty talk was to both him and Andrea and assumed it would be the same with Carol. But at his words she just looked up at him, nodded her head eagerly and continued to fondle him through his pants.

"Tell me," he insisted.

"I-I like it," she responded but before he could ask for more, she continued, "it feels so... so good in my hand. And it makes me feel all hot in here," she indicated her crotch, still hidden beneath her skirt.

"Really?" James said interested. He placed a hand on her thigh, feeling how it was quite a bit thicker than Andrea's but also very soft and inviting. Slowly, carefully it worked its way up under her skirt as she willingly parted her legs for his advances.

"You're so hot," he whispered in her ear, truly meaning it. The fact that she was letting him feel her up while groping his ready cock through his pants might have something to do with it, but he really did find her sexy. She had an innocence that was so refreshingly different from Andrea – one he couldn't help but look forward to corrupt... not to mention a pair of tits to die for! If she'd worn something revealing before, there's little doubt that James would have spent a great deal of time fantasising about her before he got Andrea.

Feeling adventurous and more than a little naughty, she opened his pants, her self-consciousness bolstered by James' compliments, his clear interest in her and her own growing arousal. Suddenly only his thin boxers were between her and his hard cock.

"Oooh," she smiled as her hands felt the warmth emanating from it through the thin fabric. Although she'd had one inside her, she'd never touched one or seen one so up close and everything just seemed so... exciting!

"Take it out," James suggested her, wanting to feel her little hands on his skin. Eager to please, both him and the demands coming from deep within, she pulled it over the rim of his boxers, and he helped her getting the underpants pushed down to his knees – without taking his hand off her intriguing thigh.

"Wow..." she muttered at the sight of his very erect cock standing straight into the room. Her small hands gingerly closed around its smooth, hard shaft and she began to stroke it up and down in fascination. It was huge! Carol wasn't much of a porn-enthusiast, so she'd never seen a member so big before. It was a little scary – she knew where this was all going but how was he going to fit in her small pussy? She just had to trust he wouldn't tear it up...

"Yeees..." he sighed at her delightful attention, and she smiled widely, glad to be able to please him. At the same time, his hand crawled further up her leg and finally found her panties. Knowing what to do, it began rubbing her soft (wet) spots through her flimsy panties, and she too began to moan gently.

Responding to his touch, she began to stroke him faster. Consciously she didn't really know what to do, but her body acted with a life on its own – and it knew what he'd like, oh yes.

Suddenly his hands slipped by her waistband and touched the soft folds for the first time, skin against skin.

"Ah!" she gasped, half in surprise, half in undeniable pleasure. When he didn't hear an objection in her voice, he carried on in exploring her soft, wet pussy. Ever so gently his fingers glided up and down along her wet slit, making her breathe quicker.

"Mhm... you know what would feel good?" he asked and continued without waiting for an answer, "if you kissed it. Right on the head."

She looked up at him with creased eyebrows, clearly not too keen on that idea. Instead she kept stroking him, hoping that that would be enough. In response James pulled his hand off her pussy, much to her regret as she was just getting used to the unquestionable delightful feelings it gave her.

"If you don't want to, that's fine. It's just something I really enjoy," he told her, passive-aggressively reminding her that his 'other woman' had done it for him in the past and would probably be more than happy to do so again, if Carol wouldn't... Even James realised this was a low blow but he couldn't really help himself – the only kind of sex he knew was with his partner submitting to him.

Eager to please, eager to prove herself to him – and to prove that she was better for him than that old skank! – she tentatively leaned forward and planted a measured kiss on his hard dickhead and then looked up at him, seeking confirmation.

"Ahh!" he sighed in response, doing his best to edge her on, wanting her to keep up the good work. With a satisfied smile and feelings bolstered by his visible pleasure, she turned to his cock again. This time she placed a series of kisses all along his dick, and listened to his content sighs.

"Mhm... use your tongue as well," he instructed and sighed loudly when she obediently let her tongue run around his cock, adding its gentle pressure to his most sensitive area. This wasn't so bad, Carol realised somewhat surprised. He didn't taste bad at all and it was so naughty! Giving him this kind of pleasure made her feel good about herself – and sent waves of fire from her loins throughout her body.

When she looked up from her task again, James looked down at her with a happy smile and a... possessive... look in his eyes. A look that sent a shiver of fear and utter delight through the aroused girl. He helped her up, without breaking eye-contact.

"I want to see your body," he told her, making no room for discussion and she couldn't find the will to object when he started helping the t-shirt off her. The look in his eyes left no room for discussion anyway, the demanding but also admiring look went straight to her heart – and pussy!

She got the tight t-shirt up over her head, and it was with some trepidation that she looked into his eyes as she threw the t-shirt across the room. She just hoped he wouldn't make fun of how fat she was – or just walk away when he saw her without the shirt!

"Wow!" he managed to get out, as the huge, naked tits stared back at him. Only on film had he seen such magnificent breasts, and these were even real! They were big and round, way bigger than Andrea's, as if there'd ever been any doubt. Despite their size, they still looked very perky, almost defying gravity. There was a little sag to them, that can't be helped but her youthful body managed to hold them in place – a sexy place to anyone who enjoyed big breasts.

Watching how James was almost stunned in wonder and how he couldn't peel his eyes of her boobs did wonders for her ego. Yes, her stomach was a little flabby but staring into the magictising power of her huge headlights, James couldn't find any flaw of her sexy body. She pulled her stomach in a little, pulled herself up and thrust her chest out towards him, inviting him to touch them, play with them – do whatever he wanted with them, as long as he would keep looking at her like that!

Suddenly getting his bearings, James rushed her. Pressing his body against hers, his mouth against hers and his hands against her awe-inspiring breasts, he all but attacked her in his great need to touch her. She fell backwards, pulling him with her as she lay down on her back with him above her, kissing her and fondling her. Her soft tits felt great under his chest and his iron-hard cock ended up between her soft, eagerly-spread thighs – to his chagrin quite a bit south of her desirable pussy.

"Mhm, you're... so... sexy!" he told her in little breaks from kissing, only fuelling her fire even more! Admittedly, Klaus had also greatly enjoyed her breasts but she hadn't allowed him to take off her shirt, feeling too ashamed. Differently – and wisely – James hadn't given her the option to stop him, and now his busy hands were arousing her by playing with her naked, sexy orbs.

Gently moaning into his mouth she felt him leave her breast and rekindle his exploration under her skirt – which quickly ended up around her waist. With quick, determined movements he got her panties down to her knees, giving him full access to her very aroused, blonde-haired pussy.

Without breaking the kiss, he ever-so-gently stuck a finger up in her, causing her to take a sharp intake of breath, as the strange sensation sent waves of pleasure through her. Why hadn't it felt anything like this with Klaus?

A second finger joined the first, and the deep enjoyment almost made her cry out. As he started to slide them in and out of her in a slow fucking-movement, she grabbed him around the head, pulling him down in an intense, demanding kiss, more or less meant as a way of thanking him for the wonderful feelings he was giving her.

It didn't take long before he felt she was 'ready' – which had more to do with his own need to get inside the big-titted blonde than anything else, truth be told. As she lay there, tempting and aroused, enjoying his fingers through and through it was impossible to resist, even to James, who had built up an impressive will-power under his beautiful neighbour's tutelage.

"Yeeees!" he hissed as his excited cock slowly slid into her. Carol was moaning loudly beneath him – so loudly that he briefly wondered how thick the walls were – the girl having never felt anything as strong or powerful inside her. She was almost a virgin, and her former beau hadn't exactly been well-endowed, which Carol didn't realise until she compared him to James. Although far from porn-star size, James' cock was quite notable, and he marvelled over the tightness of his newly conquered cunt.

'Cause she was tight. Very much so! Only once before had she had anything inside her that was bigger than her small fingers and her tunnel hadn't really been widened at that occasion. Luckily she was very wet, or James would have chafed his proud tool something horribly.

As it was, there was quite a bit of resistance as he slowly pushed inside her, accompanied of Carol's shallow breathing – how could something that felt so wonderful still hurt?

"God, you're good," James muttered, "oh yes, so tight, so sexy, oh, you have no idea how good this feels..." Carol merely sighed in reply, looking into his eyes with a mix of lust and the first subtle hints of a budding love. He was so careful with her, and he made her feel so good! Both physical but also about herself. In the back of her mind – the front was fully occupied by the fantastic sensations James' slow ventured into her caused – she was almost regretting having given her virginity to Klaus. She would most rather James had had it – but at least she had some experience and wasn't a complete dope for him...

"I love your little pussy, Carol!" James exclaimed as pelvis finally rested against hers and his fat cock was as far inside her as it could come. Beneath him, Carol blushed at the compliment, while her heart increased its already considerable speed under her enormous bosom. Just the fact that he used 'love' in the same sentence as her name was very important to the young woman and she squirmed around in joy.

James took her squirming as a sign that she wanted more, and he couldn't fault her – he felt the same way! So, with careful, slow movements, he began pulling out again, making her sigh in pleasure as he once again moved against her sensitive pussy-walls. The moment he felt he was far enough out, he went back in again, upping the speed a little, trying to get the sensation of 'fucking' that he knew so well from Andrea – hard and fast.

"Oh!" she cried out under him, definitely a cry of pleasure though, James decided without slowing down. Speed was what it was all about, and after all he didn't think this was her first time – no need to take it too slow, despite how close-fitting her pussy was.

"Please touch my boobies!" she suddenly asked him, feeling so aroused she could even get over her permisteral shyness and ask him to touch her. It wasn't quite the same as when Andrea begged him to 'fuck her, use her' but in its own naïve way it was just as sexy to her young lover.

He granted her wish, of course. When she actually asked him to grab the tempting globes of pure sexiness, what reamister could he possibly have to turn her down?

They were soft under his touch, soft and yielding, except for the little hard nubbins that his fingers quickly found and pinched.

"Ah!" she gasped, her nipples being very sensitive and the thrill from them added to the pleasure already rising in her body.

"So big," he muttered in awe as his hands failed to encompass her awesome breasts. He continued to gradually up the speed and power of his thrust while playing with her tits, making the sexy girl cry out in excitement again and again. She had never felt anything like this, her own self-inflicted orgasms paling in comparimister to the one she could feel coming – and when she'd lost her virginity she hadn't cum, though Klaus had said that was normal the first time.

"Oh! Oh! Ooooh!" she cried out in passion when James pushed into her, and the dam broke, sending white-hot waves of bliss throughout her body, making her thrash around beneath him.

Seeing her ecstasy, James threw the last remnants of control over board, grabbed her around her waist and began to fuck her in earnest, hammering into her with every thrust.

"Yes! Oh, yes! Oh!" she moaned, as her orgasm continued, increasing in intensity instead of diminishing. She closed her eyes, completely lost in the heavenly feeling, James was introducing her to.

"Ahh!" he grunted, the effort of drilling his cock in and out of her making him wet with sweat, but all the more eager, "you're so good! Fuck, this is hot!"

"Yes! Yes!" she heartily agreed, as she grabbed her own tits, pinching the nipples. She'd never known orgasm could go on for so long but she was more than ready to ride it 'till the end!

"Fuck! Fuck!" he shouted, her tight cunt grabbing around his cock steadily driving him towards the peak, "God, you're good! Oh, yes!"

And with a last, loud grunt, he pounded his cock deep into her and shot his cum into her pleasurable cunt. He looked down at her for a second, with her opening her eyes and looking back at him, eyes filled with adoration and pure affection. Then he laid down, his chest resting on her big, soft pillows and his mouth finding hers in a long, almost loving kiss.

It took some time before James left campus. She hadn't really wanted him to leave, though she'd understood in the end. They'd see each other the next day after all, right?

As he sat on the bus, James was a troured man. One on hand, he had Carol who clearly was under the illusion that everything between him and Andrea was over and that he and Carol were beginning a new relationship. On the other, he had Andrea who he certainly wasn't going to lose this side of Hell, but who was quite mad at him for being with Carol.

And he himself? He wanted them both, God help him. He couldn't let Andrea go, not ever, but he really wanted to be with Carol. Not only was she sexy but she was also so... young and naïve. And she seemed to like him – very much.

---

The door to Andrea's house was unlocked so he went right in. It was getting kind of late so he'd have to get home to his mom soon – he was supposed to be home hours ago, damn it.

In the hallway he found her collar, like she'd taken it off and thrown it at the wall. He picked it up and continued into the house, through the kitchen, finding her in the living-room, curled up on the couch. Like a film-cliché from a romantic drama she was eating ice-cream out of a large bucket, fully clothed and with tear-stripes marring her make-up. On the table in front of her was an open bottle of scotch although it appeared to be almost full.

In short, she was a mess.

Except her clothes, which she'd probably worn to please him. She was wearing a dark-blue top that showed her curvy bosom in the best possible light and a short blue skirt that gave him a tantalising view of her tanned thighs.

"Hey," he said in a neutral voice when she looked up at him.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed at him, her words dripping with venom, "shouldn't you be with that young slut? Won't she miss you?"

"Not for a while, yet...." he said, clearly telling her that he'd slept with Carol – he had no intention of hiding anything from her. Andrea got the message and sent him a smouldering look before returning her attention to the ice-cream. The same scene had been playing over and over in her mind since she left the parking lot: the little tart throwing herself at James – and worse: him returning her kiss! She'd been crying her bitter tears since then, and it certainly didn't help that he now came here, telling her how he'd fucked the bitch!

"Why are you here then?" she finally asked, might as well get it over with.

"You seemed upset when you left the parking lot," he explained, still in that damn composed tone.

"Of course I was upset, you bastard!" she screamed and threw the ice-cream bucket at him, at last getting filled up with his calm. Her aim was terrible though and it bounced helplessly off a wall, splattering ice-cream everywhere.

"Why?" he continued, ignoring her angry outburst (and the bucket), sticking to the plan he'd formulated while riding home in the bus: stay calm, don't apologise, explain that you didn't do anything wrong.

"Whaddaya mean why? You were busy kissing that little whore! You think I liked that?!"

He merely shrugged: "I'd hoped."

"What?" she asked disbelievingly, "you expect me to be pleased that you're replacing me with a bimbo half my age!?"

James allowed himself to look surprised at that, "replacing?" he wondered, "how did you get that idea?" Andrea seemed to lose some of her fire at that, not really understanding.

"Well, what else were you doing, if not checking out the local talent?" she demanded, but doubt was suddenly spreading through her. Something was going on here...

"Oh I was! And once we got her trained, she'll be very... talented!" James assured her with a smile.

Andrea, angry, hurt and now very confused lost the last of her steam, "what do you want from me, James?" she asked in a tired, strained voice.

"I want you to know I'm a little disappointed," he told her, "over your lack of faith in me. I'm not gonna replace you, not ever."

Looking up at him, Andrea allowed herself a little ray of hope. Had she just misunderstood the scene? Had he told the little bitch to back down, that he already had a lady, one far sexier than her?

"And also, you don't seem to understand... YOU asked to be my slave. I make the rules, and I remember how you made me read stories about women who shared a master or how the slave had to accept that the master fucked other women. Or have you forgotten that? If I want to fuck Carol, I will. If you have a problem with that, perhaps you aren't ready to wear this," he said and held the collar up for her to see.

"But-" she began, but he powerfully cut her off:

"You have to choose: Either you're SexSlaveAndrea and my property, or you're Andrea Cinder, my neighbour. What's it gonna be?"

"Are you going to see her again?" she asked, needing to know that part at least.

"This concerns you and me and no one else," he informed, "slave or neighbour. We can still be lovers if you chose the latter but the offer might never come again..."

Staring into his eyes for the longest time, she finally relented. She wanted to be his slave more than anything. With slow, graceful movements, she glided down on the floor and crawled to him, presenting her neck to him.

"I'm sorry I doubted you, Master. I want to be your slave again." It felt right to say that, she realised, her hurt feelings completely buried under her love for her young Master.

He slid the collar around her offered neck and buckled it in its rightful place. Once she felt its comforting tightness, she looked up with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Thank you," she whispered but still felt a need to explain herself, "I just got so... so... mad when I saw you with that skank, and I-"

"Her name is Carol, and you'll use that if you don't want to get locked in a chastity-belt for the next months," he interrupted her coldly, getting fed up with her disrespect of his newest conquest. Andrea looked down, crestfallen. She had just meant to explain her feelings not make him mad!

"So-sorry, Sir," she whimpered and tried again, "when I saw you with Carol I just got so jealous and mad that I couldn't think straight. I should have trusted you."

"That's okay, Andrea. It must have been hard for you and if I'd known it would happen, I would have warned you," he said in a much warmer voice as he gently caressed the hair of the kneeling woman.

"Are you gonna see her again?" she asked, looking up in his eyes, afraid that he would take offence but unable to reign in her curiosity.

"Maybe. I hope so. I'd like to but I'm not sure she can handle me being with you..." he said with a thoughtful expression, wondering how he was going to explain it to Carol.

"And if she can't handle... me?" Andrea asked, hopeful and fearful at the same time.

"Then nothing, I told you: I'm not giving you up, not ever," he answered, more than answering her hopes. She beamed a happy, relieved smile up at him and he bowed down and met her lips in a long, passionate kiss.
"Mhm..." she sighed into his kiss and sunk into it. The fact alone that he was with her again soothed her jealous mind and sent rays of joy throughout her body.

Rays of joy... and something else, she realised as she felt her nipples harden under her top, as she readily accepted his tongue in her mouth.

The feeling was quite mutual. James' hands wandered eagerly from her hair, down to the front of her body, where her delightful boobs were hidden by the thin top and her uplifting bra. However, the thought of his lady dampened his spirits somewhat.

"I should probably go," he said as he reluctantly pulled off her mouth and let her breasts go, much to the sexy slavegirl's disappointment.

"Please let me pleasure you first, sir!" she begged, looking at him with her huge, sad eyes, feeling an all-dominating need to reassert herself as his 'main-girl'. The young master was neither stupid nor cold – he realised what it would mean to the sexy woman if he left without using her considerable sexy prowess. She would be devastated and he had no interest in that, now when she was just regaining her old mood.

Admittedly, he wasn't immune to the effect a sexy woman begging to be used for his sole pleasure would have on just about anyone...

"Dressed like that?" he asked her, looking at her clothes – a clear *** of the third rule, stating that she was to wear only lingerie and heels when at home. Looking down at herself, she saw it too and wasted no time in getting her top off, showing him her impressive knockers, very accessible in the blue lace-bra she wore. Getting the skirt off was more of a challenge since she wasn't willing to get off her knees – this was where she should stay, she felt, at his feet like a good slave – but she managed, with a lot of squirming and moving around, which did very interesting things to his view of her tits.

"There!" she said happily as she finally got the skirt off, "much better, isn't it, sir?" He could nod his agreement.

"I know you don't have a lot of time but we could do it quick," she said with a sultry smile, feeling she was winning him over, "I would mean so much to me if you would just let me make you feel better..." Her cleavage, her begging words, the pleading look in her eyes were very persuading and when she opened his jeans to fish out his already-hard cock, he offered no objections.

Her greedy mouth closed around his long shaft and she immediately began adding a strong sucking pressure on the head, making him groan a little in pleasure.

Something was not as usual though – his hard cock tasted differently than it used to.

Oh God, it's that slut, Carol! Andrea realised and it both repulsed her and turned her on. She was sucking the juices from a strange girl off her master's cock – it didn't get much more slutty than that, she mused as she gave a low moan, the sound completely stopped by the fat dick in her mouth on its way down her throat.

"Ahh!" James sighed as he rediscovered the well-known delights of Andrea's blowjobs. But, considering that he was in a hurry, he grabbed the back of her head and began hammering in and out of her, knowing that she'd happily accept that he took his pleasure from her in such a rough manner. The tender carefulness he'd shown Carol was completely gone and he hunted his orgasm feverishly.

"Glah! Gluck! Klaah!" James powerd gagging sounds out of her every time he hammered his cock down her throat, pushing his pelvis-bone into her nose.

"Oh God, yes!" he groaned, high above her, "I love your slutty mouth!"

Pleased with his compliment, Andrea did her best to satisfy him – not that there was much other she could do, while he held her head and fucked her face. While he blatantly used her for his own pleasure, she felt a warm glow spread through her body. Sexual heat mingled with the pride that James was once again hers (although not hers alone, perhaps) to create a blissful tingle that she wouldn't trade for any orgasm, no matter how hard he'd made her cum.

They were still together.

To emphasise this point, James began grunting loudly above her and his movements became more erratic and less controlled. She steeled herself for the onslaught of delicious cum to come, knowing it wouldn't be too long now.

"Yeeeaaah!" James shouted as he one last time pounded into her waiting mouth and shot his seed down her throat. His knees buckled and he had to use Andrea's head to remain standing as a feeling of pure ecstasy rushed through him.

Andrea dutifully swallowed it all – not that she had much of a choice as his cock was halfway down her throat when he fired it – and kept his cock in her mouth as it gradually shrunk.

"Happy now?" he asked her, looking down at her with a small smirk. He looked as if he had done her a favour by taking his pleasure from her, and she remembered that she'd been the one begging for him to do so.

"Very much!" she agreed with a slight blush, "thank you, sir." Why did thanking him for using her mouth as a cum-dump make her so damn hot?

"Good..." he muttered, realising how late he was. Then a second thought struck him – one of the reamisters Andrea was to pick him up at school was that they should get their site online. He needed her credit-card to pay for the web space and he felt it would put a strain on their relationship if he used it without her being present.

So instead of going home, he unpacked his computer at her coffee-table, much to Andrea's surprise and delight.

---

"What's wrong... honey?" Carol asked him nervously as she closed the door behind them. The word sounded strange in her mouth but she needed some way of claiming a relationship with him and his mood didn't quite seem up to kissing or hugging.

He'd been distant all day, and she was very worried he had regretted what they'd done the day before. She, herself, had walked around on a cloud ever since he left, her luscious body tingling with the wonderful new feelings, he'd awoken in her – both sexual and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"I have something to show you," he told her in a sombre voice that boded very ill to Carol's anxious mind and found his laptop. He quickly found his and Andrea's site and handed the laptop to her, letting her see for herself.

"I've designed the site. Andrea is... that woman you saw me with Friday..." he explained, letting the half decent, half pornographic page speak for itself.

"But you-but you broke up yesterday," Carol desperately objected, without really looking at the site – she felt clearly how her new, happy world was coming to a crashing end, "she drove off, all mad and..."

"I talked to her," he interrupted, "and well... you can see for yourself what kind of relationship we have."

Carol focused her attention at the screen, looking through the gallery, seeing Andrea bound and used, reading her blog about slavery, presentation, collar and the tattoo, all the while feeling how she got more and more jealous... and – to her great surprise – aroused! If it was the woman or the way she was treated, she had no idea...

"So what happens now?" she asked, trying to suppress her sudden sexual desires. This is the bitch who is stealing James away from me! she tried – in vain – to remind her moistening pussy that seemed to have a will of its own.

"That's entirely up to you," James answered honestly, "but I had a great time yesterday and would love to continue..."

"And with... her?" Carol asked, meaning the strange, naked woman with a faceful of cum on the screen.

"She's cool with it. Or... I told her I'd be with you as well, if you could handle me also being with her..."

Carol knew she should tell him to go away. She should be strong... but when he sat down next to her, put the laptop away and kissed her, she melted into his arms. She wanted to be with him, she'd just have to show him that he should get rid of that old hag! His hand on her breast, playing with her sensitive nipple MIGHT have influenced her judgement... but certainly not much!

"You liked my site?" James whispered to her, "you liked seeing her humiliated like that, didn't you?" He was no fool, and she seemed a little too eager, considered how he'd just told her that there was another woman – who he wouldn't end things with. The only plausible explanation to the young man was a strong arousal on her part, and what could else have caused it? To his more or less rational mind, it could only be the sight of Andrea getting fucked, debased and claimed as a slave.

"Uh-huh," Carol agreed into the kiss, not even bothering to hide it. James smiled widely, thinking he'd found yet another masochistic girl he could use like he wanted.

However, Carol wasn't really imagining herself in Andrea's position. Sure, the tattoo looked hot, and one day she might wear James' collar with pride... but the sight of another woman getting used like that was sooo hot to the teenage girl. She didn't know why but she was determined to find out more about this Andrea.

"You know about yesterday..." Carol began, stopping the kissing, "wasn't she a bad slave? Didn't she misbehave?" Annoyed that the kiss had stopped and annoyed with what he saw as a challenge of his dominance of his slave, he looked at her with a frown, "what do you mean?"

"Well, shouldn't she be, like... punished? For driving off without you and making you take the bus?" Carol sensed his displeasure but that couldn't be helped now – her curiosity demanded answers!

"Well, yeah," James replied, "she'll get a punishment alright. Why? Oh..." James said as a sudden thought struck him: the day before Carol had been talking about imagining getting a spanking. Was that what this was about? he wondered with gleaming eyes. She had a very nice ass and he'd love to spank it at some point.

"Could I... could I watch? Perhaps? When you, I dunno, punish her?" she asked, sounding small and very respectful – how could James decline?

"Hmm..." James was getting an idea about how to punish his wayward slavegirl – with the help of his new playmate, "yeah, I think you can help me, actually..." With that he decidedly ended the conversation by locking his lips with hers and – gently – pushing her down on her back with him on top.

She'd worn the same skirt as yesterday and like yesterday it quickly ended up around her waist, with James' curious hands once again exploring her nether-regions. She couldn't stop a loud moan when he found her clit and teased it. A couple of fingers from his other hand began to work their way in and out of her, helped greatly by all the juices that flooded her sexy pussy.

"Please..." she begged, wanting him to fuck her but oddly self-conscious about her needs.

"Please what?" James asked, as a third finger slid up in her tight love-canal.

"Please... make love to me!" she moaned, the desire for his fat cock slowly overriding everything else. Although he found her shy words to be cute, James was realising how much Andrea's dirty talk turned him on... and much he wanted to her such filthy words come from Carol's sweet little mouth.

"Make love...? Are you sure that's what you want?" he wondered out loud, "from here it looks more like you need a good... fucking." He over-pronounced the last word, almost spelling it out for her. A little confused, she looked up at him and blushed scarlet. James smiled and continued his arousing teasing of the horny girl's clit, until she finally couldn't resist anymore.

"Please fuck me," she muttered, very aware of her words.

"What?" he asked with a smile, finding delight in taunting her.

"Fuck me!" she cried out, her need overriding any shame and James was only too happy to oblige. Quick as a flash he got his very stiff, very eager cock out of his jeans and positioned himself hovering just over her wet, willing entrance.

"Ask me again," he demanded, holding the promises of intense pleasure just outside her reach.

"Please, please, just fuck me!" she cried, completely out of control. Why was he so mean to her?!

With a leering grin he pushed into her welcoming pussy, feeling the extreme tightness all around his firm dick.

"Oh God!" they moaned in unimister, as the suspense was finally coming to an end. Desperately trying to remember that she wasn't Andrea, and thus not used to the hard, rough kind of sex he had come to love, he did his best to take it slow – in the beginning at least. Holding a measured, caring pace, he found something else to occupy his mind: The huge melons under Carol's top. The top itself quickly came off – although it caused a little problem to get it over her glasses and long blonde hair. But it was so worth it when he could feast his eyes on her colossal tits, so big and round, perfectly formed. He pointedly ignored the ripple it caused in her stomach-flab every time he thrust into her and instead focused on how her big tits moved.

"Mhm!" she moaned in delight as he found her nipples and started playing with them; twisting, teasing, pinching – all kinds of wonderful things.

Next to her entire pussy-area, there was no doubt that her nipples were Carol's most erogenous zone, and now he was doing his very best to stimulate them both. The result was a young woman, gasping in pleasure, thrashing around beneath him, biting her tongue to keep from crying out for more – just having been told to ask him to fuck seemed humiliating enough for her.

"Tell me again!" he suddenly demanded, determined to hear her talk – at least a little – dirty.

"Ah! Ah!" she sighed loudly, ignoring his order but trying to please him by making some noise at least.

"Say it!" he all but shouted and instinctively Carol obeyed: "Fuck me! Please fuck me! Oh God...!" she cried out, feeling dirty and sexy at the same time – like the wanton woman she'd been in her sexual fantasies over the weekend.

"Yeah!" James groaned, feeling extremely aroused. Something about corrupting this pure, young woman made him incredibly hot.

He sped up, not longer bothering to try to control himself – she'd asked him to fuck her, hadn't she? – and pushed into her tight, rarely-used pussy with greater power.

"Oh! Oh! Oooh!" she panted in delight, more than ready for the increased speed and power. It felt so good! She put her hands around his back, silently telling him how much she liked the faster fucking.

And she did! She felt the building orgasm deep within her gather speed and strength and before long she could feel it crash over her in an intense wave of pleasure, giving her what she needed!

"Oh God, James!" she cried out, her inhibitions lost in the powerful wave of bliss that drowned her senses, "fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she repeated the words he had powerd from her again and again.

Wow, that was sexy! James couldn't help but notice as he continued hammering into her, while she cried out again and again, cumming like there would never be another chance to.

He could feel how it started to rise in him himself – her sexy display certainly helping him somewhat – and got that reckless I-need-to-cum expression in his eyes as he powerd his cock into her as hard as he could, making her whimper and moan.

"Yes! God, yes!" he grunted and suddenly couldn't hold back anymore. With one last grunt he shot his life-giving sperm into her, before he collapsed, resting his exhausted body on her huge air-bags.

"God, that was good," he muttered, making her smile in joy and pride.

---

"So how can I help you... with your other... woman?" Carol asked, falling over the words as she tried to charge them the least possible though she still felt very jealous. She was lying in James' arms, as they both slowly came down from their orgasmic high, and she felt it was safe to probe him a little about his intentions about Andrea.

"Her name's Andrea. Use it," James commanded, a little harsh.

"Sorry. With Andrea then?" Carol corrected herself apologetically, but didn't back down from her question. She didn't quite know why but this was important to her.

James shifted around to get eye-contact with her, "I have a whip at her place," he explained, "so I figured I'd start with that. But then..." he added with a controlling, anticipating gleam in his eyes, "I'm gonna tie the disobedient slut down in her own bed," he smiled, very pleased with himself and his plans, "and you and I are gonna have some... fun." The lecherous look in his eyes left no doubt about what he meant by fun.

Immediately two feelings overtook Carol: her mind was mortified at that thought of having sex next to another permister! But her pussy, though temporary satisfied by James, found the idea very exciting. The two desires – privacy versus debauchery – fought for control of Carol's will but in the end, she told James: "I-I don't think I can do that. I think... you'll have to punish her alone..."

"Really?" James asked in surprise. He wasn't exactly used to hearing the word 'no' from his women and her turning him down – especially after she'd asked to be allowed to participate – hadn't even entered his mind. Realising that she was not Andrea, he couldn't really power her either.

"Okay," he shrugged acting as if he didn't care, "that's a little disappointing but I'm sure me and Andrea will manage..."

Carol bit her lip at that. She didn't like to be excluded from anything, and her pussy was screaming for her to cave in, to beg him to fuck her next to the bound slut. But... it was just too much for her. Too much, too soon.

"Sorry..." she muttered without meeting his eyes.

---

James had left and Carol was alone again. She tried go on with her day, do some homework, make something to eat, go shopping... anything normal, anything not related to James and that... Andrea-woman! But her mind kept returning to them, picturing what they were doing now, how James would punish her – without Carol being present.

"You're starting to live a life of your own, aren't you?" she mumred, half in joke, half in wonder to her damp pussy. It seemed to beg her to touch it, making itself all wet and ready for her and in the end Carol was unable to resist.

Lying down on the bed, she hiked her skirt up around her waist – just like James keeps doing, she thought with a small giggle as she pulled her panties down her thighs. She pulled the top she'd put on when James left off again, leaving herself with easy access to her most important parts; her tits and her pussy.

Her left hand began caressing her nipple, very careful at first but soon much more insisting, while she let her mind wander.

And it quickly wandered to an unknown bedroom, where an older sexy woman was standing on her knees, completely naked, showing off all of herself to whoever was watching. Just like she'd seen on James' webpage, she'd had a tattoo of a pair of kissing lips on her left cheek. Behind her stood the woman's demanding master, fully clothed. The evil-looking whip in his hands matched the vile gleam in his eyes, and Carol felt a shudder go down her spine. Her right hand slid down between her spread thighs and found her slippery pussy, where she teased her hard, little clit.

"Ah!" she sighed as she imagined how James let the whip fall down on the exposed woman's tight little ass, and the woman bit her teeth together in pain.

"Uf! One!" the naked woman grunted, obviously made to count. Without patience or mercy, he whipped her other asscheek, this time hitting her tattoo.

"Two!" Carol and the woman counted in unimister, and they both grunted, one in pain, one in pleasure. Carol let one of her fingers into her eagerly greeting cunt. Although it felt like a shallow replica of James' powerful cock, it nevertheless sent waves of pleasure through her that joined with the ones coming from her clit and nipple.

"Three! Four!" the woman counted off quickly as James sped up, letting the whip fall again and again on the woman's reddening ass, "five! Six! Oh God! Sir, may I please, please touch myself?" There was no doubt the woman was in pain and she wanted to masturbate?

Carol found this extremely hot and the strict master agreed, wanting to see the woman debase herself for him while he punished her. With a pleased squeal her hand found its way down between her spread legs and Carol imagined how it teased her clit while James whipped her ass again and again.

Carol was well on her way to an orgasm when her fantasy suddenly changed. Instead of a James holding the whip, it was suddenly her. She struck the woman, hearing the resounded 'whap!' and could almost hear the woman's loud cry. The whip felt so real in her hand, she almost began to doubt it was only a fantasy.

Oh, this was too much! Carol had three fingers in her cunt and jammed them in and out while rubbing her clit when she felt the intense, sudden pleasure of orgasm washed over her.

"Yeeeees!" she moaned and pinched her nipple, riding the pleasurable wave, while imagining the strange woman whimper in pain and pleasure.

Fifteen minutes and another orgasm later she broke down and sent a message to James: I changed my mind can i please still come and help with andrea? –carol

Carol was a nervous wreck when she rang the doorbell and waited for someone (James! God, let it be James and not... her!) to open the door for her. For the tenth time since she got off the bus she pulled her skirt further down on her hips, though it helped little. She'd bought it the same day together with the matching white bra-and-panties set that she was wearing now. The saleswoman, Rosie, had loved her in it (or so she'd said, though Carol still didn't quite believe she was someone others would find attractive) and Carol had to agree: her boobs looked pretty good with that push-up effect it gave them, but the flimsy thong was so small that it might as well not be there.

"That's the point!" Rosie had explained eagerly, "they're there, yet they might as well not be. The guys love it..." She'd given Carol a knowing wink that had made her blush -- she was quite new to all of this. Until this day, underwear was something she wore to keep her warmth and privacy (and in the case of bras, to her keep her boobs from bouncing all over the place!) but now she was taking her first steps into a brand new world. A world of suggestions and seduction, where panties were designed to tempt rather than protect.

She liked this new world. Though her short skirt and semi-buttoned shirt made her nervous and she had blushed whenever someone had looked at her on the bus, it also felt good to be noticed... for once.

Her shirt was new too. The same with the earrings. And the perfume. Actually, her shoes were the only thing she wore tonight that she hadn't bought the same day. Her bank-account was nearing zero quickly but if only James liked it would be worth it. Actually, it would be worth living of spaghetti and ketchup for the rest of the month if only she could out-shine that old harlot of his...

Andrea. She couldn't quite figure out her feelings about this woman. On one hand, she'd like nothing better than to claw out her eyes -- kind of the normal girlfriend-reaction, she figured -- but on the other side, the entire idea of James having a sex-slave was extremely arousing... especially if she could help him punish her. Ever since James had shown her Andrea's webpage, she hadn't been able to stay away, and she'd become quite the fan of her blog.

"I caught Master kissing another girl yesterday, and I got so angry I took off my collar and threw it against a wall. Now Master has invited her over to watch as he punishes me for being a bad slavegirl.

I can't wait. My pussy gets wet whenever I think of that blonde girl watching Master whip me. Will he fuck me while she watches? Will I be allowed to cum? Does he want me to do something with this girl?

I don't know. But can't wait 'till I find out..."

Carol had read those very lines so many times (usually with a hand between her thighs, labouring away at making her cum just one more time...) that she could them by heart now -- and still they made her cream her panties! She'd argued with herself about not to come tonight, to let James handle this woman on his own, but she'd figured this was an ideal opportunity to try and get him for herself, so he could see that she was the one he'd be with. At least that's what she told herself, though she couldn't ignore the sexual pull seeing another woman 'punished' had on her.

Carol was so lost in thoughts that she hadn't heard anyone move on the other side of the door and was quite surprised when it suddenly opened, and she was looking at James.

"Hey Carol," he smiled with eyes roaming her body and obviously liking what he saw, "you look good."

Blushing, she smiled at him. There was something in his eyes, something very pleased and eager that told her he certainly approved of her outfit, and seeing that aroused look made it worth all the effort of finding and buying new clothes.

"Come on in," he told her and she followed him into the small hallway, stumbling a bit on her heels. She'd dug her only heeled pumps out of her closet and wore them now. They were brown and not overly high (compared to the pictures on SexSlaveAndrea's webpage of the towers Andrea apparently was used to staggering around on) but she figured that it was better than nothing.

Inside James just stopped and looked Carol up and down -- checked her out, if you will -- and smiled that self-assured smile of his.

"So..." Carol began, not really knowing whether she liked being ogled like that or not. Normally she'd be annoyed and a little offended but considering the fact that he had an extremely sexy slut at his command, it was kind of flattering. It was certainly a good sign that he wanted to look at her -- and wasn't that why she'd bought all this new stuff anyway?

Life was going better than James ever could have imagined. Now he had not only one sexy woman to do with as he pleased but here came another! If someone had told him a month ago this was the direction his life would turn he'd... well, he'd hoped that it would be true but no way would he have believed it. It gave him a much needed self-esteem boost, no doubt about that.

"So..." he repeated in a low, intimate voice and stepped up close to her and kissed her, softly at first but gradually more and more intense. His hands found their way around her waist and pressed her against him, and he couldn't stop himself from letting them wander a bit further south to her squeezable ass.

"Mhm..." Carol sighed delighted and welcomed his tongue as the kiss turned French. She'd missed this! For a moment she forgot all about Andrea and punishment and sexual deviousness and just enjoyed the kiss and the closeness to James. When he pressed her against him, she eagerly followed suit and pushed her deliciously curved body into him, feeling how her huge tits were mashed against his chest. Perhaps his hands on her ass were moving a bit fast but locked as she was in his embrace and kiss, she really didn't have the means to protest, even if she wanted to... and she really couldn't see any reamister to!

The rules of what 'good girls' did and didn't do with boys (e.g. waiting till she had gotten further inside the house than just the hallway to let him feel her up...) were quickly fading from her mind. Considering her purpose for coming here tonight, they didn't make much sense anyway.

"I'm glad you came," James told her earnestly in between kisses, looking into her eyes in an honest attempt to convince her of his feelings for her -- which were confusing even to the young man. He liked her, he really did but he also liked Andrea, and he wasn't willing to let either go. But then again, if everything turned out the way he hoped, he'd have his cake and eat it too.

"Mhm..." she smiled happily, "me too." His hands still kneading her ass and the memory of his soft lips on hers made it impossible to say anything else.

"Why don't we go inside..." he suggested and left the hallway without looking back, assuming she'd follow him.

"Ehh..." she said, suddenly nervous, "can I-should I take off my shoes?" She felt herself blush but it felt important to her not make a social blunder like walking around inside with her shoes on.

"Hm? No, leave them on. You look good in heels," he answered, not caring at all about Andrea's floors. It mattered little to him if her heels were spikes that made huge holes in the carpet, as long as it made her ass look good. He hadn't really seen it in those heels yet but a woman's ass always looked better in heels to James.

She followed him inside, through the kitchen to the living-room where he had prepared for her arrival (or rather: where he had had Andrea prepare for her). It was dark, except the light from the kitchen and all the candles that were burning everywhere, giving the room a rather nice atmosphere. On the coffee-table two glasses of wine awaited them.

Carol stopped and looked a little confused; this was certainly not what she had been expecting: She had figured that Andrea -- and the things done to Andrea -- was the reamister he had invited her. But this was so much more, this was... romantic.

---

Upstairs Andrea had heard the doorbell too but couldn't really do anything about it. After she'd prepared for James' seduction of the teenager, which she couldn't help but view as a rival to James' affections, he'd taken her upstairs.

"Strip," he commanded and she'd immediately obeyed, removing the few garments she was wearing: a dark-brown push-up bra that made the best of her impressive breasts (and looked really good with her tanned skin) and a black thong that was so small its only task was to ensure that she wasn't leaking when she walked -- she couldn't help that the mere fact that James had her wear lingerie in her own home and nothing else always made her so damn wet!

"The shoes too," he told her when she had pulled the panties down and stepped out of them, and as a good slave she obeyed that too. Naked, sexy, inviting, eager and only wearing her collar, the sign of his ownership she now stood in front of him, trying her best to look alluring and tempting without moving... not a hard task when one looks as sexy as her! At least James couldn't resist letting his hands wander around on her tight body, from her firm ass up to her soft breasts and down to her wet pussy. When he squeezed her asscheeks a feeling of discomfort arose from her still slightly sore tattoo -- which only served to turn her on further, as being reminded of how he had permanently marked her always did.

James was wearing tight jeans that looked awfully good on him and as he felt up his sexy slavegirl she clearly noticed a series of jerks in his crotch-region, telling her that he liked having her in this state of undress as much as she enjoyed being naked in front of him. Okay, most people wouldn't have seen anything, jeans are rather good at hiding such involuntary compliments but Andrea was looking (hoping) for just that reaction.

"You want some relief... Master?" she asked with an enticing smile and let her soft hand run delicately across the front of his jeans, clearly feeling the tell-tale hardness.

"Mhm..." he sighed, and Andrea was already on her way down on her knees, to do what she did best -- servicing her owner -- but he stopped her.

"No, better wait for Carol. I want to be as ready for her as possible... But that was perhaps the plan? That I'm too tired from your slutty mouth -- or cunt -- when she arrives to do anything with her?" he accused Andrea, half serious, half joking.

"I'm sorry, Master," she meekly answered, sliding down on her knees from where a slave's apology should be given, "I only wanted to feel you in my mouth again..."

"Yeah, I guess you just can't help yourself, can you?" he smiled down at her. Her complete surrender and humble apology seemed heartfelt enough for him to forgive her little trick.

"Now, get on the bed," he ordered, and watched her enchanting body as she hurried to comply. She lay down on her stomach in the left side of her king-sized bed. He took the cuffs laying on the bedside-table and cuffed her hands to the barred headboard. Once they were secure and he was certain she couldn't get out he moved on to her feet.

The day before he'd bought a spreader-bar in the porn-shop (he had considered having Andrea buy it but he had other plans for her and that shop...), which was basically a seventy-five centimetres long, rigid bar with cuffs at each end. Basically, it stopped her from closing her legs and thus taking away that last fragment of decency and protection. Now she couldn't help but showing off her soppingly wet pussy for the world. Of course the effect would have been greater for the audience if she'd been on her back displaying her pink bits, but that wasn't really the point. The point was that she knew she couldn't close her legs, even if she wanted to -- which she of course never would, at least not if James told her not to! But the humiliating thrill the wanton woman got from being exposed like this was enormous.

"You know," James said as he sat down in the bed, so close he almost touched her, "I know you're being punished but I'll be generous with you." God, she loved the superior way he talked about her, like his will was law.

"Thank you, Sir. How?" she asked, showing proper respect. And suddenly there was a couple of fingers in her pussy, slipping inside her well-oiled hole without meeting any resistance.

"I'll let you cum as much as you can," he said, making himself heard over the instant moans coming from Andrea, "as often and as hard as you can, and you won't have to ask for permission."

"Ahh! Thank you, thank you!" she moaned, the casual way he 'allowed' her to experience orgasms (and his busy little fingers, gliding in and out of her!) already sending her along the road to explosion. She had been aroused for most of the day, but he hadn't used her, not once -- much to her frustration!

"The only downside, of course," he continued and thrust his fingers deep inside her, making her cry out in arousal, "is that you are cuffed, and I'm not gonna touch your greedy little cunt anymore tonight," and with that frustrating message he pulled his hand off her pussy, leaving it empty and desperate for more.

"Oh no, no, no!" she whined, trying to will him back to her hungry pussy, "please, please, Sir, finish me!" The once proud woman didn't think twice about begging her young neighbour to touch her -- just a little more!

"Please, I'm so close!" she exclaimed but knew it was in vain. Once James made up his mind -- and this was clearly an evil little plan of his -- he wasn't going to change it just because she wanted to cum.

"Well, if you're lucky, being whipped will be enough to satisfy you. If not," James shrugged as if it really didn't matter to him, "maybe Carol will find some mercy for you. If you ask her nicely enough..."

With that he walked out of the room, leaving the horny woman alone with her needy cunt.

---

"Why don't you sit down?" he asked Carol as he took her hand and let her into the candlelit room to the couch, where they sat down. James handed her a glass of wine and she dutifully took a sip. Surprisingly it was quite good -- normally she didn't care overly much for wine but right here and now it would seem quite adolescent not to take (at least to her) and she wanted desperately to be... sophisticated enough for James. It hadn't escaped her that he was very interested in what lay beneath her clothes but she still felt in competition with Andrea, who was so much more mature, experienced and sexier than her... at least in Carol's eyes.

"Mhm..." she said, much to her surprise enjoying the wine. It wasn't sour like the kind she was used to (perhaps because it wasn't as cheap as the ones she was used to, she figured) and took a deeper sip.

James didn't care for the wine -- it had been Andrea's idea and he'd just gone along with it (truth be told, he felt that it showed him in a sort of 'worldly' light, and he very much liked that!) and he could see it worked on Carol. But he didn't invite her here to take wine with her, oh no, his plans were much more fun. His hands remembered how soft her ass had felt, and he was dying to feel her massive tits again. They were so big and soft, so tempting, so... indescribably sexy! "So..." Carol began once again, cursing herself for not having anything intelligent to say. The unfinished sentence just hang in the air between them, making James smile and her blush. To cover her confusing and annoyance with herself, she downed the rest of the wine in one gulp.

Noting her obvious nervousness, James moved in on her again. His right arm slid around her and pressed her into his embrace -- and she was only too eager to follow his lead, especially as his lips found hers once again, in a long, demanding kiss. The busty teenager surrendered obediently to the controlling man James had become, and she was more than willing to do so! His left hand quickly found her massive chest and groped it the best he could. Her tight shirt offered no resistance at all (much like Carol herself, actually...), and James could feel every little detail of her immense jugs through it. So soft... except for her cute little nipples that became hard the very instant he touched them.

"Mhm..." she moaned gently into his mouth, thoroughly enjoying his ministrations. Her tits had always been very sensitive, and in her aroused state, even the slightest touch remisterated throughout her body. Her eager response was all the encouragement that James needed, and he groped her harder and more powerfully, marvelling at the sheer volume of her impressive bust.

"You're so sexy," he whispered to her and began unbutton her shirt (of course, the top buttons were already opened, allowing the world -- but first and foremost James -- to admire her generous cleavage... just like Rosie had showed her at the store when she had bought it). He quickly uncovered her white lace bra (the only colour that wouldn't have made it overly noticeable through her thin white shirt) and her impressive breasts, where her hard nipples were very easy to spot even through the bra.

"Really?" she asked breathlessly but with a pleased, hopeful smile. She wanted to hear this, wanted him to want her!

"Oh yes!" he assured her, with a crooked smile, thinking how strange it was that he was the confident one in this relationship. It felt good....

"You have an amazing body," he continued, telling her the truth as he saw it, "simply amazing." He underlined his words with a solid squeeze of her still-bra-clad breasts. She was cute when she was blushing, he decided as her cheeks again turned scarlet, from a mix of him praising her body, him taking so brazen liberties with her (and her allowing it!) and pure, simple sexual arousal.

"They're so big... sexy... so tempting..." he muttered, more to himself as he explored her enormous breasts with his hands and eyes, though she paid very careful attention to his words, delighted at his compliments. He bowed his head down and kissed her above the bra; hard, greedy kisses that clearly told her of his desire for her.

"Oooh, yes," she whispered as his teeth nipped at her skin, the sharp pain turning her on further.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked with a pleased smile and bit her again, this time through the bra, just above her hard nipple.

"Mhm..." she agreed, wanting him to continue but feeling awkward about telling him what turned her on -- and what really turned her on! Truth be told, she couldn't really imagine anything James might do to her that wouldn't turn her on...

"What do you want me to do? If you ask me nicely, I might do it..." James teased her. Though he found her innocence quite endearing and sexy, he wanted her to be more... active, more vocal. James didn't realise that this would only be the fourth time Carol had sex, and he wouldn't have cared even if he did. Though it might be arrogant to try and change one's partner this soon, James had only Andrea to hold her up against, and he wanted her to be a bit more like her. More... dirty, if you will.

"Mhmm..." she sighed, "please continue..." That was hardly enough to satisfy James who really needed more than just that 'continue'.

"Continue what?" he grinned at her, "just looking at you?"

"No," she protested and blushing more profoundly, "what you... what you did before. With your mouth..."

"Oh..." he said in mock understanding, "you mean talking? Well, I really-"

"No!" she interrupted, "I want you to..." but stopped again, feeling even more embarrassed.

"You want me to..." he repeated, and slowly, caressing let his hand run up her bare thigh, to the hem of her short skirt.

"Suck my tits!" she all but screamed out as the dam inside her broke, and her needs and desires came pouring out, "God help me, I want you to bite my nipples and suck on my tits!"

James looked up at her with surprise written on all over his face. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, immediately feeling ashamed of her outburst. But James grinned widely, gave a slight bow and pulled her bra down below her nipple. It took a little work, but he was very enthusiastic and succeeded in freeing the hard little nub.

"Like this?" he asked with a cuckolds brownie-eating grin and took the left nipple into his mouth and sucked hard on it, sending shocks of delight through the eager girl.

"Ahh... oh yes!" she gasped. A gasp that turned to a loud moan when he bit down on her, mixing the pleasure with the familiar pain. He freed the other nipple from her constrictive bra and teased it with his agile fingers while he sucked and bit the other. Carol had been sexually aroused since he had opened the door and she had felt him devouring her delicious forms with his eyes, and she was sighing and moaning quite loudly now. She knew she was getting quite wet quite fast and hoped that he would move his attention further down... 'down there' as she thought of it.

But no such luck for the horny blonde. James seemed content with playing with her breasts -- especially the nipples of course and kissing her soft mouth. He couldn't get enough of her, and tried his best to cover everything.

"Ahh!" she moaned loudly as she he bit her particularly hard but she didn't know if it was in pain or pleasure. The two were blurring quite fast... somehow James had that effect on her. Nevertheless, James slowed down a bit -- he wanted her aroused out of her mind after all, so he'd better avoid anything that might turn her off. It wasn't too hard either, just doing what he wanted with her huge knockers seemed to make her forget everything else around her.

"I just love your breasts, Carol. They're so big and sexy, I can't keep my hands off them!" he confided to her, taking a moment from kissing, licking and biting them and looking up into her eyes.

"Ehm..." she began, taken a bit aback by his sudden praise but liking it nevertheless, "well, oooh!" Whatever she was going to say was lost in the sudden gasp as he once again found her stiff nipple that just seemed to beg for his attention and sucked it in between his lips.

"Aaah, yeah!" she sighed and let her hands run through his hair, pressing his face gently into her breast. Not the kind of pressing James would do (commanding whoever was pleasuring him to continue or take his cock deeper) but it was rather a hopeful encouragement and a desire for more. Not that James needed any encouragement when he had a massive set of tits to play with but still...

Or maybe he did. He still hadn't touched her nether region after all!

But if she hoped he was going to do that, disappointment was coming for her. Reluctantly, almost wistfully James straightened up and covered her hard nipples with her bra again.

"Come," he just smiled at her surprised look and stood up, pulling her with him. Despite her confusion at this abrupt change, she followed him, and hand in hand he led her through the strange house, her still with her shirt unbuttoned. She was about to ask where they were going but she already knew. She was finally going to meet SexSlaveAndrea.

---

Andrea was in a submissive, self-torturing heaven. She knew James was with that girl downstairs, and seeing how it was at least fifteen minutes since she'd heard the doorbell, she could only imagine what was going on down there -- images of the big-titted blonde riding on James' cock (her cock!) kept popping into her head, and it only served to make her hornier. She was still jealous, sure, but right now it felt so submissive, so slutty to just lie here, tied up while her master and lover was downstairs having fun with another girl.

Oh, God, she'd give anything if he would just come up here and finish her off, but she knew he wouldn't. Not when he'd say he wouldn't touch her again all night. Would she ask that strange girl to do it for her? Could she?

It had a strange, arousing effect on her. She knew this Carol was only nineteen like her master, and she was her sworn rival. The thought of asking -- no, begging! -- her to let her cum was extremely humiliating. So humiliating in fact that her pussy-juices were starting to drip down on her bed...

Finally she heard them on the stairs -- James' quick walk and the unmistaken sound of heels. So, the little slut has dressed up, she thought, not really knowing if that thought made her jealous or hot. Probably both. Ever since becoming James' slave, various feelings had intermixed so tightly that she couldn't tell them apart... all she could do was sit back and enjoy the ride.

She turned her head towards the door and got her first glimpse of the blonde that had caused her so much turmoil.

---

Carol was not prepared for what awaited her in the bedroom.

"Oh my God!" she gasped at the sight of the naked woman lying tied down on the bed. The bound, dark-haired woman looked up at them, clearly straining her neck to do so. Their eyes met, and both of them felt an incredible, sexual rush in that moment.

Andrea of pure offense at a strange woman (who James obviously had had his hands on -- she hadn't even buttoned her shirt again!) seeing her naked and exposed like this. The thought that her master wanted this girl to be present while he whipped her was extremely arousing.

Carol's mind worked in the same direction, from the opposite point of view of course. To see this beautiful, mature woman in a humiliating pose like this... and knowing that she had let herself be bound to the bed, simply because James wanted it was insanely arousing. Unlike Andrea who had only seen Carol shortly and from a distance, Carol easily recognised the sexy slave on the bed... except she was even sexier in real life than the pictures she'd seen online. God, that collar made her look so erotic -- she had seen close-up pictures of it on the page and knew it claimed her as James' property -- like a pet or something! And the tattoo as well! To think that James just suddenly one day had told her that she was to have a pair of kissing lips on her ass! The teenager was somewhat confused about her own feelings on that issue. What if James ordered her to do something like that? It was highly erotic but also a little worrying...

"What's that at her feet," Carol asked James in a hushed tone. It felt a little wrong to talk about Andrea in front of her but she was really curious.

"Andrea, tell her," James commanded with a smile.

"It's a spreader bar," Andrea said with downcast eyes. It seemed that the only one who thoroughly enjoyed this awkward situation was James. "It keeps my legs apart," she explained.

"And why is that important?" James asked with clear amusement in his voice.

"So I'm always available for my Master's enjoyment," she answered blushing and still looking down. It isn't enough for him that I'm on display for his new girlfriend; I have to describe it for her!? she thought. She would have been angry with him... except it all made her so goddamn horny!

"Any other reamister you could think of...?" he carried on, taking a great and obvious pleasure from her discomfort.

"It... it keeps me from rubbing my thighs together," she muttered, barely audible and now flushing scarlet. She had tried this (and even rubbing against the mattress) ever since he gave her permission to cum and then left her hanging -- without success.

"See, Andrea here is kinda a slut," James explained to Carol, speaking as if the embarrassed and totally humiliated slave wasn't in the room, "and I gave her permission to cum as much as she wanted. But a good slave has to earn her orgasms, so..." he made an explanatory movement with his hand towards the spreader bar.

Both his women were blushing hard, and both were horny as hell! Carol was having a hard time keeping her hands off her pussy that had been calling out for attention since they got off the couch (or keeping her hands off James whom she knew could give her pleasures out of this world), and Andrea was now silently praying for someone to stuff something -- anything! -- in her needing cunt. Preferable James' terrific cock!

Ignoring the ladies' obvious needs, James picked up the whip that lay next to Andrea and showed it to Carol -- who hadn't noticed it next to the view of the erotic slave on the bed. It was long and menacing, and Carol felt a shiver at the sight of it. God, he's gonna use that on her? she thought in awe -- and could barely wait.

"Wow," she breathed, "this is gonna hurt, isn't it?"

James just smiled at her, "that's kinda the point... But you're gonna love it, aren't you?" he asked the bound slave who nodded eagerly.

"She likes pain," he explained to the surprised Carol, "kinda like you... only more extreme." Oh my God! Carol thought mortified, why did he say that in front of HER?!

"Fair's fair," James answered her unspoken thoughts with a smile. He had no trouble reading her shocked and rattles expression, "now Andrea knows a little about your kinky sides as well..."

Carol only blushed harder in response.

Suddenly tiring of the conversation, James spun around and swung the whip. His aim wasn't perfect but fairly good, and he struck the bound, helpless slavegirl just above the ass, leaving a long, thin, pink mark, easily distinguishable against her dark skin.

"Ahh!" Andrea moaned as the pain shot through her body, only to be turned into the most erotic, submissive pleasure in her aroused mind.

"Oh my God," Carol muttered, unable to tear her eyes off the mark, that was forming on Andrea's skin. She felt her cunt grow very wet, very quickly, and she had to power herself not to touch it. It seemed so strange to the young girl, but it was so hot at the same time. She couldn't quite decide whether she imagined herself in James' place or Andrea's -- all she knew was that she somehow wished to be involved!

Swiiip, slap! Another stroke hit Andrea, this time squarely across the buttocks, leaving the new mark across her SWAK-tattoo on her left cheek.

"Oh!" both women moaned in unimister, though neither heard the other -- both were they too lost in their own world of lust. James heard it though, and he smiled wickedly. He had imagined that Carol would be interested in this, and he hoped one day to have her tied down and getting whipped. Perhaps he should by a crop for her though? The whip might be a little harsh for her... "Now, Andrea," he said and held the next strike back for a little while, "tell me, do you deserve this? To be punished like... like a criminal?" He was pretty sure what she was going to say, and he loved to hear her debase herself.

"Oh yes, Master!" she said eagerly, "I was bad, I was very bad! Slaves shouldn't think about their own feelings! Not when my Master is around." The begging, pleading note in her voice, and the honest eyes, looking up at him left him with no doubt that she meant every word she said -- and caused his cock to try to burst through the confinement of his jeans.

He struck her again, and again and a third time in rapid succession, making her cry out in lust and pain.

"Phew, this is thirsty work," he said and turned to Carol who was still staring hard at the naked, bound, helpless woman. Her large, pretty eyes were full of desire, and her hand was rubbing her pussy through her short skirt, though her conscious mind wasn't aware of that.

"Carol?" James asked, trying to get through her aroused stupor.

No reaction.

"Carol?!" he tried again, and she gave a little jerk as he finally made contact. Her hand was immediately removed from the front of her skirt and she looked sheepishly at James.

"Yes?"

"Go down and get my glass of wine, will you? I'm getting thirsty..."

Carol nodded eagerly and left, staggering down the stairs in her heels. When she was gone, James turned to Andrea.

"She shouldn't be too hard to train, do you think?" he asked her, suddenly speaking to her as an equal, "she certainly likes the whip well enough, and she didn't seem to mind getting told what to do..."