He held her hand as they entered the small confines. Their fingers entwined as they rode the empty elevator up to the room. His eyes were on the door as she watched the numbers climb. No words were spoken. No words were needed. She took a quick glance at his face and then looked down, seeing nothing as her thoughts took over. He had a talent for taking out of her comfort zone. He always made being together enjoyable and exciting. Tonight, no doubt would be memorable as he would push the envelope of conformity. Sometimes he was passionate and very romantic. Sometimes he encouraged her to be brave and daring. He always made sure she was satisfied; finding new ways to please her. She trusted him and tonight, that was all that mattered.The masterful lover pulled out of his woman’s sore and well fucked pussy. He cradled her against his broad chest. He stroked her face, her hair, leaving little kisses on her. He had shown his dominance over her; he controlled her with his desire to give her ultimate pleasure. She deserved to be pleasured; she had so much to offer a man. He had to ask. “Whose cock do you want?” “Yours,” she answered weakly. “Whose cock do you worship?” “Yours,” she answered pulling herself tight to him.
“Do you really?” he asked doubtfully. She slid out of his arm, gently pushing his legs open to allow her access. She nestled her face against his warm balls and his placid cock. He stroked her hair, pulling it at times. He knew he had her right where he wanted her, with her craving and desiring his attention above all else. He felt his cock start to stir in her warm mouth. He smiled as she suckled and moaned against his balls. They both enjoyed the attention. That’s why they were so good together, he thought to himself, just as her mouth brought his cock head back to life.

"Christina, I want you to become very, very horny." I said as I purposely

rubbed my growing member. "I am your master. You must obey me. You are

totally mine. Now spread your legs and let me explore your body." "Yes,

master." she said as she parted her legs. Her legs were silky smooth, and felt

sooo good. I slowly and purposely moved my hands past her knees and outlined her

secret region with my hands. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as I took

liberties with her. I massaged her clit until her it felt prominent. I felt

for lubrication, and then tentatively inserted one finger, then two inside her,

finger fucking her while rubbing her clit. Her breasts were level with my mouth,

so I leaned over and began to sensuously lick her left nipple until it was erect.

Desire spread from my loins as I felt her female body react erotically to my

touches. I waited until I knew that she was on the road to orgasm.

"Christina, let me enter you now." I said as I pulled my erection where she could

see it. She had a look of sexual desire as she slowly and sensuously lowered

her beautiful body onto my swollen member. She was adequately lubricated, and

she began to easily take me in. We pumped slowly at first and then faster and

harder as the two of us began to experience each other. It became difficult

to stay on the bed so we slipped onto the floor. I pushed upward as she pushed

downward in rhythm as if we had been fucking for years. Her hair brushed up

against her breasts as she moved, and the sight of this drove my orgasm closer

and closer to fruition. She began to reach for my chest, and I cupped her

breasts. I began to squeeze her mammaries, and as I did she pumped harder

and harder. She squealed as the first waves of orgasm hit her body, and I came

hard as she grabbed my hands to squeeze them. She fell on me exhausted and

sweaty, awaiting my next command. I pulled her close to me and counted my

blessings. This beautiful woman trusted me enough to allow me to control her

this way, and I wanted to make sure that she received as much pleasure out of

our encounters as I did. I knew that she wanted to feel helpless and

totally unable to resist my commands, and that she wanted to remember her

helplessness after her hypnotic sessions. I was more than willing to allow her

these simple pleasures. I also wanted a few pleasures for myself. I knew that I

could accomplish these things with a few post-hypnotic suggestions.

Post-hypnotic suggestions are triggered by words or phrases that the

hypnotist utters at his discretion. The subject could be doing anything,

but when she hears the phrase, she feels helplessly compelled to perform a

specific task. My hypnotic drug intensified this effect immensely. Under

normal conditions, a person wouldn't do anything unusual to them, like

stripping in public or performing oral sex in a restaurant. Under the influence

of the drug and my hypnotic commands, however, Christina would do anything,

absolutely ANYTHING. It would be her obsession to obey my post-hypnotic

commands until I released her. After I rested a few minutes, I began to instruct

her. "Christina, I want you to remember our wonderful lovemaking. I want you

to remember how horny you were, and how totally helpless you became. You will

feel your submission to me like a warm shower washing over your body, washing

you clean and making you feel wonderful. "I also want you to remember this:

whenever I say the word 'suck' you will feel an overwhelming desire to suck

my cock. You must do it wherever I say, whenever I say. You will suck me until

I cum, and then you will continue on as if nothing unusual occurred. When

you are finished, you will have a fully satisfied feeling of satisfaction

at your submission. "When I touch your left breast, you will awaken, fully

refreshed and sexually satisfied." I rolled over a bit to facilitate

fondling her breasts. I started with her right one, of course, because I

love to fondle a hypnotically helpless female. I moved my other hand downward

to feel her bush. My sperm had mixed with her natural juices, leaving her pussy

region still somewhat moist. I caressed her vulva, and then when I felt that

I had had enough, I fondled her left breast. Her eyes became full of life.

Oh, Rudy, that was the best time that I ever had with a man!" she exclaimed. I

felt so totally helpless and submissive. I had no control over myself, yet I

knew what was going on. And you know what? I felt totally at ease! It felt so

normal to be submissive to you. And I want you to know, I've never felt more

horny in my life, and so satisfied by a man afterward. I've never had an orgasm

like that before." she confessed. "I'm glad that you feel that way, Christina."

I said, knowing that what she said truly came from her heart. "I've never

been with a woman such as yourself. You are so beautiful, I just want to

hold you because I'm afraid you'll go away." "I won't go away from you." she

said. "At least not until I've had a shower and some sleep!" "We could take

one together. I need to clean up, too. You'll like my shower. It's very

unique."





We rose and I led her to my shower area. It was unusually large, and the

actual shower area was one big room with six stalls, like a locker room

shower. The original owner had this built for him for reasons that he

wouldn't specify. I liked the large shower, and it was one of the reasons

that I bought the house. Now I had someone to share it with. We entered the

shower and each set our water the way we wanted it. We reveled in

pleasure as we cleaned each other off for the first time. Her breasts felt so

unique as I caressed them with my soapy hands. I worked my way down to her

belly, then her pubic hairs, and then her pussy. She spread her legs as I washed

off our sex, taking care not to rub too hard on her delicate tissues. The warm

cloth must have felt good on her, for she moaned as I carefully cleaned her

private region. I then continued to clean her legs and her feet. She then per

formed the same on me, being careful not to rub my semi-erect member too hard.

I could feel her love all over me as she washed my body with her washcloth. In

this way we became even more familiar with each other's bodies. After our shower

encounter I showed her my bedrooms and we settled down in my master suite. As we

both drifted off to sleep I realized how lucky I was, and that today was the

first day of many hypnotic encounters.

Diane stood 6'2", 145 pounds, and all of it was in the right places. Large

enough tits to be properly played with, slim waist, hips wide enough to be

ridden wildly. She stood out in that crowd of uninhibited bar patrons. Both

Jeff and Carl saw her at the same time. "Now there is one lady I would like to

have tied to my bed." said Carl.

"Your bed, my ass. I've got a greek cross that needs her more. Can't you

just see that young, firm body, stretched out and sweating. Waiting for the

next lash of my whip, or maybe a shock to her juicy cunt from the cattle prod.

Damn I've got to get her spread. "

"Jeff, maybe we could share her. Have you seen her talking to any of the

guys around here?"

"Nope. She's with that table of pusses. I think I will go ask her to dance,

and see what happens."

Jeff got up and walked over to Diane.

"Excuse me, Would you like to dance."

"Sure."

"My name is Jeff Atkins, whats yours?"

"Diane Williams."

They went on out to the dance floor, and danced. After the dance, Jeff

introduced her to Carl, and bought her a drink. Through out the evening they

danced several times. As the bar was about to close, Jeff asked if he could

drive her home, and the invitation was accepted. Carl took his own car home,

after saying goodnight. Once out in the parking lot, and in Jeff's car, Diane

began to kiss and nibble his ear. Jeff was hot enough just from the thoughts he

had been thinking all evening. Soon her blouse was open, and her tits were

free. Jeff had presence of mind to calm things down enough to get her to his

home in the country. Once inside, he got her into the bedroom, undressed, and

into bed. Stripping himself, he just about dove in bed with her. It was like a

wrestling match between them. Hands all over each other, lips the same. His

dick in her mouth, cunt and ass. Minute after minute, hour after hour. The two

sweating bodies rubbed, and rolled together. At around seven in the morning

they fell asleep.

The next morning, or rather afternoon, Jeff was the first to wake. After

getting out of bed, he got a pair of his handcuffs and put them on her wrists,

behind her back, then tied her ankles. The next thing was to shower, shave and

get some coffee. He started the coffee first, then got into the shower after

looking in on the still sleeping beauty.

"HEY. What the hell is going on? Jeff where are you? " Screamed Diane.

Jeff strolled into the bedroom with his cup of coffee.

"Well you finally woke up. Good. I just didn't want you to leave while I

was in the shower. And I have plans for you today. Or should I say, I have

plans for your tits, and your cunt. I don't think that you would volunteer for

what I have in mind, so I restricted your movements."

"Just what do you have in mind? I mean I came home with you. I love the way

you fucked me, and ate me. I loved sucking every inch of your cock. What

wouldn't I like. Untie me you son-of-a-bitch."

"Now, now you dumb cunt. I happen to be a master of sexual pain, and I plan to

torment your tits and pussy for my pleasure. Would you 'allow' me to stick

needles in your tits and the lips of your pussy? I think not. Would you allow

me to use a whip on your lovely ass or your tits. I also plan to use a new

electrical device to stimulate the flow of juice in your cunt. Now tell me the

truth, would you 'allow' me to take these liberties with you?"

"Hell no, and I am going to fight you all the way. How do you think you are

going to get away with these things? You've kidnaped me for sex. And you are

going to torture me. You will go to jail for this..."

"I really don't think so. When I'm done with you today, you are going to be

begging for more. Pleading for me to lash your cunt and tits. Crying for the

bite of my cane across your ass. Yes, believe it, you will."

Jeff scooped her up and took her first to the bathroom, and set her on the

pot. She fought him every inch of the way, but once there, she did her job. He

used a hot, moist rag to wash her off very roughly, then once again scooped her

up and carried her to the basement. When the lights came on, she saw what was

waiting for her. It looked like a modern version of a torture chamber in a

castle somewhere in old Europe. Across the room was a huge 'greek cross', a

large wooden 'x' made from two pieces of wood measuring 12" by 12". The top was

held in place by a rope to each of the tops. These ropes ran through pulleys,

and then to a cleat. On each of the four ends were hooks, used to hold

whatever. Jeff dropped on a chair long enough to get four sheepskin cuffs for

her wrists, and ankles. There were metal rings set in these cuffs, and they

locked into place. Again he picked her up and took her to the 'x'. There he

untied her ankles and quickly slipped the rings onto the hooks that would hold

her legs wide apart. Next he unlocked the handcuff from her left wrist, and

refastened it to a deadeye. Taking the left arm and stretching it upward, it

too was fastened to a hook. He repeated the process with the right arm.

Stepping back to admire his new toy, he moved a lever which lowered the area

beneath her feet and left her suspended in place.

"My dear." He said. "I'll make you a bet, that within four hours you will be

begging me to keep you for my pleasure. But first things first. I promised

you that I would stick needles in your tits and the lips of your pussy. The

idea is twofold, first to give me pleasure in hearing you scream, and second to

sensitize them for use later."

He crossed the room and took out a tin box, and opened it so that she could

see the contents. There were many needles, all were thin and of different

lengths. Taking one that was about three inches long, he approached her. He

bent forward and kissed a spot on her left tit, just above the nipple. Then he

pinched the flesh there and ran the needle just under the skin. Diane screamed

loudly, and he told her to scream as much as she cared to, no one would hear

her. Within the next fifteen minutes he planted a dozen needles in her tits,

and five in the lips of her cunt. She had screamed herself hoarse, and had

started to sweat heavily. Tears streamed down her face, and Jeff only laughed

at her. Jeff left the area for a moment, returning he had a rubber sheet that

had long, large dowel rods at each corner. He set it up between her legs.

"This will catch any 'accident' you have while I go an get my new toy. In

the mean time I want you to enjoy the new feelings in your cunt and tits. The

pain will go away, but I want you to relate it to the pleasure that you will

feel later."

He left the room, and a second later the lights went out. There was still

enough light to see dimly. As she looked around, trying to find something to

take her mind from the burning she felt. Off in one corner were a number of

coat hooks, with bras and panties on them. Over each was what she thought were

photographs, but she wasn't sure, since she couldn't see that well. Next to

them was a stock, like the one she had seen in old pictures of the pilgrims.

There were many things she did not recognize, and didn't care to think about

their use. The minutes seemed like hours. Soon, in spite of the lingering pain,

she felt sleepy. She began nodding off. All of a sudden she felt as if she had

to relive herself. Dare she just go, or would he be mad and add to her pain.

Then she realized that the pain had passed. Had he come down while she was

asleep and removed the needles. As she looked down at herself, she discovered

that they were still there. She was amazed that she felt no pain from them.

Then lights came on, and Jeff reappeared. He was carrying a metal box that had

electrical cords coming from it. Without a word he set it down on the floor,

and removed the rubber sheet. Jeff just looked at her for a long moment.

"Well my dear, I see that you didn't soil yourself, you will shortly. I'm

going to attached these wires to you. One for each tit, and one for your

asshole, and the last for your pussy. Then I'm going to plug it in. When I

start the machine it will randomly send a shock to your body through one of

those wires. The shock will become stronger as time passes. All you have to do

to stop it is to tell me that you want to become my slave, and beg me to use

your body for my pleasure. You will have to sign a contract with me."

"Like hell I will. I'll never be your slave, never."

"OK, have it your way. I enjoy watching a female body jerk as the shocks

hit. The tits bounce, and your juice starts to flow in your cunt. Soon all you

will be able to think about is being released from the pain, and getting your

cunt fucked."

Quickly he attached the wires to her nipples. The wires for ass and cunt

were attached to what looked like metal dildo, and put in place.

"One last chance, you dumb bitch. Quickly!!!!"

"Fuck you, you son-of-a-bitch."

He smiled as he flipped the switch, and sat in a overstuffed chair to

watch. Nothing happened. Diane had tensed herself for the pain, but nothing

came. She relaxed. Z A P.... The shock hit her cunt, her body jumped as best it

could being suspended as she was. Z A P.... A second shock hit her right tit.

AH H H H H H Oh hhhhhh.....A third hit, then a forth, and fifth. They were

getting stronger. Damn the pain. God, she thought. Enough. Enough.... Yes ...

"STOP. STOP. PLEASE STOP.... YES I'll... AH H H H H H Oh hhhhhh..... be

your slave. Oh God please... stop... AH H H H H H Oh hhhhhh..... "

Jeff took his time getting up from his chair, and turning off the device.

"You see my dear, I told you that you would beg me."

Diane just hung there. Jeff removed the wires and needles. Taking her down

from the 'x', he lay her limp body on floor.

"When you have the strength, go to the bathroom. It's over there behind

that curtain. Then take a shower, and put the lotion on the shelf all over your

body."

He turned around and started to put away the toys. Diane slowly got up and

went as she had been directed. When she had finished, she returned as directed.

"Kneel bitch. Kneel before your MASTER. Beg me for the contract, so that

you may enter my service as the slave you are."

"Yes Master, yes. Please let me sign it. You can have me any way you want.

I'll do anything you say, everything you say..."

"Will you suck pussy, if I order it?"

Diane did not answer quickly. Jeff reached out and slapped her face.

"Answer me bitch. Now."

"Yes. Yes. Anything you desire, anything."

"Then sign this with your thumbprint in blood."

He handed her the contract, and a pin to prick her finger. She took them,

and then drew blood with the pin, and put the bloody thumbprint on the

contract.

"Your first task is to go out and find a young girl between fourteen and

seventeen. She must have nice tits and a nice shape. You will bring her back

here, get her to strip and to strip you. Then you are to give her face. You

won't see me, but I'll be watching. If you can get her to go down on you, I'll

come in and fuck her, when your done. Now go."

Diane had been gone for a couple of hours. Then Jeff heard a car in the

driveway. Looking out window he saw a young lady with Diane. She was about

four foot, eight, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a very nice body. They got

out of the car, and started up the walk to the house. Jeff entered his hiding

place that allowed him to see the living room and the bedroom without moving.

The females entered the livingroom...

"Nancy, you have a very nice shape. Would you mind if I looked at it? I

mean would you take your clothes off, and let me see you?"

"Are we alone? I don't mind at all, but I don't want anyone else to see me.

They may think something dirty, and I know that it really isn't."

"No there is noone except you and I here. Would you want me to take my

clothes off too. Anyway it is hot, and it would be more comfortable."

"Yea. Yes, you take your clothes off too. I would feel better about this

then."

"Nancy, why don't you take my clothes off, then I'll take yours off. OK?"

"Sure. OK. Go ahead and take my clothes off first."

Diane started to unbutton Nancy's blouse. Quickly they came undone.

Opening it, revealed a skimpy bra holding a nice set of young tits. The blouse

fell to the floor, as Diane reach around Nancy to undo her bra. Being this

close, Diane lightly kissed Nancy, then dropped the bra on top of the blouse.

Nancys tits were indeed fine. The nipple were standing up. This had to be a

sign of excitement, as there was no cold air. Diane opened Nancy's shorts, and

dropped them, pushing her panties down too. Nancy's cunt was barely covered

with hair. The lips were tinted with a light pink. Dianes fingers touched

Nancys cunt lips lightly, and Nancy shivered.

"OK, your turn. Wow, your body is beautiful."

Nancy was faster than Diane, in removing clothes. And after dropping

Diane's panties, she stood, and her lips touched Dianes nipples. Just ever so

quickly she licked those nipples. Diane embraced Nancy, and planted a full

french kiss on her. Nancy responded, with an unexpected abandon. Before long

they lay on the couch, each had fingers in the pussy of the other. There tits

rubbed together. Slowly Nancy, began to kiss her way down Diane's body, until

her tongue parted her pussy lips, and began to lick her deeply. Moaning from

both the girls filled the room as Diane moved Nancy's cunt to her own lips and

began to probe deeply on her own. Jeff had taken his cock out and had started

to stroke himself.

"This was no good." He thought.

He dropped his clothes off, and went into the livingroom. The girls did

not see him as he came up behind them. With one hand he moved Diane's head out

of the way, as the other guided his cock into Nancy's pussy. Nancy let out a

deep heavy moan, and continued to burrow into Diane. Jeff's body moved

gracefully in and out of Nancy, and Diane's only option was to lick Jeff's dick

as it traveled in and out. She had the thrill of tasting both Jeff and Nancy

at the same time. Within moments Diane stiffened. She grabbed Jeff's body,

and sucked hard on his balls, as her cunt let go with her juices. Nancy lapped

them up as if she was dying of thirst. Jeff began to bang harder into her

pussy. Nancy had realized she was being fucked, but the feeling was so good she

didn't want it to stop. She didn't even know what the guy looked like, but his

cock felt good. It was hot, very hot, and hard. Her mom had told her that it

would hurt, and she shouldn't ever do it, unless her husband insisted on it.

She wanted more. What was this feeling starting now. It felt like she itched

liked crazy, and she was going to explode. Then there was something very hot

coming into her cunt. Hotter than the man's dick. He was moaning now. OH

GOD.... she felt the itching stop, and a wonderful feeling of relaxation. The

man was now taking his cock out of her. Then...

"Here, girl. Lick this off."

He held his cock to her mouth. The head of it touched her lips. What a

taste. OH that's good. She sucked his dick into her mouth, and her tounge

began to lick. The action delayed the shrinking, but did not stop it. He

pulled it from her mouth.

"Well Nancy, you are going to be a very good lay. How old are you?"

"I'm just shy of seventeen. I thought we were alone, where did you come

from? Who are you?"

"I'm the master here, and Diane is a slave of mine. You were a test for

her, and she did well. Very well indeed. Later you will help me administer some

justice to her, at the wall but for now I want you two to take a shower and get

cleaned up. Leave me some hot water."

They went off, hand in hand, to get cleaned up. Jeff brought out 'the

wall'. It was two feet thick, two inches thick, and eighteen inches high. Its

use would soon be all too apparent, at least to Diane.

The girls came out of the shower with towels wrapped themselves.

"Well, you two look good. How about something to eat, before we continue

with the games. Nancy, I think that you are going to help me get a point across

to Diane. But for now eat, and just think of the good things to come."

They ate, then back into the living room. Jeff sat on the sofa, and had

Nancy sit on his lap.

"Diane, I want you to kneel on the floor, with your knees next to the wall,

and drape your body over it. Your hips should be just about even with the top

of it. Then lay your head and shoulders on the pillow on the floor. Diane did

as she was told.

"OK, Nancy, I want you to sit on Diane's back, facing her ass. Then hold

the cheeks of her ass apart. And as far apart as you can."

Nancy straddled Dianes back, and parted the cheeks. Jeff positioned

himself behind Diane, his cock at full staff. He pointed it directly at her

asshole, barely touching it with the engorged head of it. Just at that moment,

it dawned on Diane that he intended to fuck her ass. She tried to move, but

with Nancy on her back, and Jeff at her backside, she couldn't move. She had

never been fucked in her ass, but friends of hers had told her of the pain,

after they had. Not one of them had really enjoyed it, now it was going to

happen to her. Taking firm hold of Diane's hips, Jeff pulled himself into her,

The tightness of her ass felt good to him, but the same thing caused Diane to

scream, as his cock drilled into her. Nancy was fascinated by what she was

seeing. Up to now, her only sexual experience was masturbation, and the time

Jimmy had tried to fuck her. Jimmy had gotten his dick into her, but really

didn't know what to do then, and so had pulled out, and she had sucked him off.

Jeff started to move in and out of this fine ass, soon he was moving freely.

Letting go of Diane's hips, he took hold of Nancy's shoulders and pulled her

toward him. He kissed her on her lips, as he embraced her, stroking Diane all

the time. Jeff reached down, and took a nipple of Nancy's between his thumb

and forefinger, and gently rolled it. Then he pulled on it roughly. He

continued to fuck Diane, and kissing Nancy. In and out, in and out, again, and

again, the pressure, yes it was building......

"Nancy, spank her ass as hard as you can. I'm coming, I'm.... coming......"

Nancy struck hard on Diane's ass, once, twice, a third time. Nancy

spanked, and Jeff fucked, poor Diane. Too much. Too much. Ah hhhhhh Oh ohhhh.

He dumped his load into her. He was spent. Nancy continued to spank, but he

was done. He stopped the spankings, and withdrew his now limp cock from its'

tight prison... It was time to rest, at least for a little while.

Take me. Take control of me....



After I am naked you lay me down on the huge four-poster. You

take a smooth, silky, emerald green scarf and tie my wrists together.

Holding my arms above my head, you whisper to me, "Submit."



"No," I say defiantly. I am in an uncooperative mood this evening.



You kiss me gently on the nose and say, "You're in no position to

deny me anything. You will submit to me--willingly or unwillingly."



"Ha!" I snort. "Make me."



You grin wickedly. "If you say so, m'dear." And then your

teasing, tickling tongue is at my throat, licking and flicking over the

tender, pulsing artery just underneath my skin. Then your teeth, nibbling

gently--then a little rougher. I suppress a groan, try to keep my hips

still. Your cock is hard, poking aggressively against my thigh.



Your mouth then trails lazily over my collarbones, and then down,

eager to capture a dusky nipple between your teeth. Your fingers tickle

my ribs through my trembling skin. I giggle a little. You suck my

nipples hard between your lips, and this time I cannot quash the sounds of

pleasure emanating from my throat. "Victory!" you hiss, forcing open my

thighs with an insistent knee.



"Not even," I say through clenched teeth. My hands strain at the

silken bonds. My body steels itself against the onslaught of your desire.

And still you attack: your tongue now exploring the recesses of my belly

button; your hands underneath me, kneading my soft, round bottom.



"Submit," you command again.



"No," I reply, my voice shaking. My resolve is weaker now as your

strong, nimble fingers trace lazy figure-eights on my inner thigh.



"You are quite the irreverent Little Miss Thang this evening," you

murmur, continuing to stroke my thighs. Your breath is hot against the

thick hair of my mons. My core is throbbing, liquid, on the verge of

exploding. Tiny colored stars arrange and rearrange into showy

constellations in front of my eyes. You continue to stroke and breathe

against me. A tiny "please" escapes from my lips before I can bite it

back.



"Beg pardon?" you query mischievously, lightly brushing your thumbs

across my clitoris. There is laughter and a hint of triumph in your voice.

My body quivers in torturous pleasure.



I try to arch my hips towards your touch, but you pull your

fingers away. "Say it," you command me. I open my mouth to utter the

phrase, to say the words that will guarantee me explosive ecstasy. But a

final swell of rebellion takes control of me and I shake my head. "No," I

say again.



Gently, very gently, your tongue arcs out to flick over my clit.

The tiny colored stars condense, implode, and then explode, raining down

over all five of my senses. "I submit, I submit," I moan over and over

again, my body bucking against the silk that holds me captive. You grab

my hips to hold me still and inflict your exquisite torture again, and

again, and again....

It was all I could do to deny the impulse to remove my laced hands from behind my

neck and try to protect my bare behind from the perpetually falling hand of my

older sister as she developed a cadence to the systematic punishment.



Nancy had me trapped over her bare lap, my torso to her left and stretched along

the bed where she sat to administer the spanking. She grasped me with her left

arm and pressed down on my spine with her left elbow to prevent escape.



My sister Nancy was eighteen and I fifteen and the situation I found myself in

had become common over the years. After Dad died two years ago, our mother - an

attorney who kept long hours and traveled extensively - was forced to turn over

my day-to-day upbringing to my sister.



Since Dad’s death, Nancy had ruled with an iron hand. At sixteen, she had become

the surrogate mother to her thirteen year-old brother. She’d been shrewd enough

to exact permission from Mom that gave her total authority over me, although I

doubt to this day that Mom ever knew or guessed exactly how she planned to do it.



Nancy had made it clear to Mom when they’d discussed it the night of Dad’s

funeral. I’d been put to bed earlier but had snuck out on the landing to listen

in to their conversation.



"Mom, I must insist. If I’m to be responsible for Dave’s behavior, then I must

have a totally free hand with regard to his discipline. You know full well that

Dad was a firm believer in the maxim of ‘Spare the rod and spoil the child’, and

raised me with a healthy respect and fear of corporal punishment.



"Well, Dad’s not here now. I’m being forced to become an adult with adult

responsibilities almost overnight. I loved Dad and I love you and David, but if

I’m to have a positive impact upon Dave’s upbringing, I must be allowed to

practice the same principles of parenting as my loving and stern father."



There was a momentary pause and then I heard Mom reply. "I can’t say that I

disagree with you at all, Nancy. I presume that you wish to have license to

spank Dave and, where appropriate, paddle him too?"



"Yes, Mom. For starters. Dad also used the strap on Dave. You know that he

chose not to subject me to the strap other than that one time last year. The

memory of that event elicited a deep respect for its sting.



"So, yes, I want to hand-spank and paddle Dave. But, I also want to use the

strap and, if necessary, the cane. I’ve heard that a cane is popular in England

for disciplining young boys and I’d imagine that it’s an effective, and memorable

way to make a lasting impression upon a naughty boy’s naked bottom."



As I’d huddled there listening to my future being planned, I dreaded Mom’s

response to Nancy’s request. At the same time, though, I felt a stirring in my

balls and a hardening in my penis. I’d recently discovered masturbation and

found it curious that I was becoming turned on by this talk of my spanking and

strapping; paddling and caning.



"Nancy, what you ask is only reasonable. I agree with what you say and would

like to make sure that Dave’s upbringing will not suffer more than necessary by

the loss of your father. I don’t want to have to worry about you and Dave while

I’m away on business trips. Therefore, I suggest that you waste no time in

establishing your control and authority over David immediately.



"He’s at the age when boys start to demand independence, so be as severe as you

must be in order to exact proper behavior and obedience. As you know, I’ll be

leaving for a business meeting tomorrow and will be gone for at least two weeks.



"I hope that this will give you ample time to establish a status quo with Dave.

I trust that by the time I return, you will have him dancing to your tune or else

I’m grossly overestimating your capabilities and fortitude."



"Thank you for your confidence in me Mom. I’ll not let you down with regard to

Dave or anything else. I’m going to miss Dad so very much but life goes on…"



I’d crept back into my bedroom with a feeling of apprehension. Listening to my

sister describe how she planned to punish me with hand, paddle, straps, and a

cane, no less, had been more than a little disturbing.



Vivid images of my body stretched across Nancy’s sexy lap for a hand spanking

were swimming through my head. My sister Nancy was a fox. She was always being

pursued by boys (and a few of her girlfriends too) and was ever the

self-confident, beautiful, pampered little queen.



She kept her body in picture-perfect condition by lap swimming in our indoor pool

and tanned through daily visits to our pool-side tanning room. She’d caught me

peeking in on her more than once when she was swimming in the nude or undressing

for bed and hadn’t threatened to punish me. Although I knew that it was wrong to

think about my sister in a sexual way, I couldn’t help it.



I enjoyed seeing her nude body and longed to touch it. Only last week she’d

called to me as she was readying to enter the tanning room. She’d wanted me to

fetch some tanning lotion and when I’d brought it to her, she’d turned her back

to me, let her robe fall to the deck, and asked me to apply some of the lotion to

her spine and lower back.



Wow, what a dream come true for a horny teenage boy! I was in heaven as my

fingertips came into contact with the silken surface of her skin. I lovingly

applied the lotion to both of her shoulders and then moved to the lower regions.

As my hands neared her bottom, she’d encouraged me to continue. As I recalled

this exciting moment, I could feel myself hardening under the covers.



"Go ahead, silly. After all, you’re my brother. Finish my whole back - down to

the ankles."



She’d never allowed me to go that far before. She’d always stopped me when I’d

gotten to her waist. I felt like a kid with a new toy as I excitedly added more

lotion to my palms and set the bottle down on the deck.



Kneeling next to her nude body, I marveled at the sight of her glorious, plump

buttocks, savoring the anticipation of momentarily making contact with their

surface with my now overheated and lotion-slick hands.



Unable to further endure the teasing game that I’d been playing with myself, I’d

reached out and begun to spread the lotion over my older sister’s

delicious-looking buns. As I worked on her firm body, I could imagine the boys

at school, men on the street, even girls, who would envy me my position. Kneeling

before the incredibly perfect ass of my sister, Nancy - slicking lotion all over

those velvet cheeks.



I’d run the edge of one hand between her cheeks, brushing the little finger over

her puckered asshole. Afraid, though, that I’d anger her if I lingered too long

on her behind, I’d reached for more lotion and continued with my labor of love,

massaging the lotion into her firm thighs and calves.



Suddenly, Nancy had turned over and directed me to do her front also. I’d

hastened to comply before she change her mind, and withdraw this new and

wonderful privilege. I’d squirted more lotion into my palms and began to cover

both legs to the hips.



Deciding then to avoid her pubic area, I’d begu to spread lotion over her

shoulders and then to her full, firm breasts. Her nipples had been as hard as

pencil erasures, as my fingers had passed over them and then to her flat

belly…and an end to the most welcomed chore of my young life.



Finished, I’d leaned back and waited to hear what she would say. With an impish

smile on her beautiful face, she’d reached for the bottle of lotion and taken it

from my hand.



"You missed one spot."



After filling one palm with the lotion, Nancy had handed the bottle back to me

and began rubbing the lotion into her pubes. I’d watched, yearning to replace

her hand with my own and listened as she continued speaking to me, a smile on her

pretty face.



"The next time that you do this for me, David, I’ll expect you to be more

thorough." At this, she’d scampered off to the tanning room.



My musings were cut short when I heard my bedroom door open and then close again.

I kept my eyes tightly closed and feigned sleep. I could hear rustling from the

peignoir that Nancy would be wearing at this hour, and the padding of her bare

feet as she crossed the hardwood floor of my bedroom, stopping at the side of my

bed.



I was certain that it was Nancy when I felt the covers being pulled away from

under my chin and down to my knees. Mom wouldn’t be doing that.



The cool night air suddenly came into contact with my hard penis as it protruded

from the front flap of my pajamas. I fought to keep my eyes closed as Nancy’s

warm, heavenly-soft hand wrapped itself around my engorged penis. I wondered if

I was dreaming or if this was really happening.



"Were you listening to Mom and me talking, little brother? Did you hear what we

said about you tonight? Hmm, I think so, ‘cause your little peter is hard and

ready."



Her hand was tenderly and rhythmically stroking me as I listened to her speak,

still pretending to be asleep.



"I think you heard me tell Mom that I was going to spank your bare bottom and

thought how nice it would feel to have this little thing laying on or between my

soft thighs while I did it, didn’t you?



"If you’re obedient, that is how I’ll reward you. If not, I’ll tie you face-down

in this bed and whip you until you’re hoarse from screaming. If you’re very

obedient, this is how I plan to tuck you into bed each night."



Nancy hadn’t touched me like this for many years, and even then it was only to

bathe me. This time, though, she wasn’t bathing a little boy. I wasn’t yet an

adult, but my penis couldn’t tell the difference between child and adult as it

pulsed and throbbed. If Nancy continued the stroking, I knew it would be

impossible to control myself much longer.



"It’s okay, Dave. I know you’re wide awake. You can let that little thing

spurt. I want you to do it for me. Show me what a big man you are and shoot it

into my hand."



The continuous stroking, coupled with Nancy’s soft and sexy voice filled with

promise of future sexual episodes, combined to bring about my climax. My

inexperienced penis began to shoot its contents into the air as little gasps of

pleasure escaped from my lips.



The next thing I knew, Nancy’s mouth had surrounded the spurting head and she’d

begun to lick and suck it as if it were a candy sucker. I’d opened my eyes to

confirm this seemingly unbelievable event and found, to my delight, that it

wasn’t a dream. It was my sister, doing to me what I’d seen only in x-rated

movies at my friend’s house.



The moonlight streaming through the bedroom window played on my precious sister’s

blonde hair as she pleasured me. I was in love! I’d never dreamed that anything

could feel this fantastic. My limited experience with masturbation had led me to

believe that nothing could possibly feel better than the intense pleasure that my

own hands could bring to my young body.



I was praying that this wasn’t a dream from which I would awaken with only a wet

spot to remind me of the details.



Mercifully, Nancy removed her sucking mouth from my sensitive penis and moved her

head toward my face. She bent down and brought her lips to my own, forcing my

mouth open with her insistent tongue. I’d french kissed with a couple of girls

at school before, but certainly never with Nancy.



As I opened my lips to receive her tongue, I could taste my cum that was still

lingering on her lips and within her mouth. It was slightly salty, but not

unpleasant. During all this time, I’d not uttered a word, in a state of

semi-shocked fear that if I spoke, Nancy would get angry and leave.



"Good boy, David. I plan to give you this same treatment each night. And the

same kiss. I’ll teach you that, like most things in life, this treatment will

not be free. In payment, you’ll submit and surrender to my will and authority.



"In other words, if you obey me you’ll receive the sexual pleasure that any boy

in my school would die for. If not, you’ll get punished severely. As long as

you remain obedient and submit to the punishment and training as I see fit,

you’ll be rewarded. Do you understand what I’m saying to you, Dave? Is it yes

or no?"



"Yes, I understand", I’d replied.



"Do I have your willing consent, then?"



"Yes."



"From now on, David, you will address me as ‘Ma’am’ as in ‘Yes, ma’am.’ Is that

clear?"



"Yes, ma’am. I understand."



"Very good. Now you must get to sleep. Mom’s leaving early in the morning and I

plan to spend the weekend breaking you in to your new routine. So that you’ll be

able to savor the anticipation of your coming punishment, know this:



"Before the weekend is over, you’ll go over my knee, naked, for a hard hand

spanking. You’ll also receive a good sampling of the wooden paddle on your

behind. Yes, you will, little brother. And, then, I intend to experiment with

the strap. I’m really looking forward to it since I’ve never had the pleasure of

being on the giving end of it.



"You must have overheard me telling Mom that I was going to use the cane on you,

as well. Well, I’d like to stripe your cute little butt with welts this weekend,

too. Last, but not least, you probably heard me tell Mom that I’ll be using

switches on your bottom and legs.



"Little brother, if you obey willingly and accept my total authority, I’ll tuck

you into your bed tomorrow night and every night thereafter in the same way that

I did tonight. If you obey me, you’ll enjoy the pleasures that most boys your

age can only fantasize about. I’ll teach you things that most grown men will

never know.



"I’ll show you how to pleasure and serve a woman. I’ll grant you the privilege

of serving me. But, only if you continue to agree to my stipulations and rules.

What do you have to say for yourself, David?"



Framing my statement to conform to the new rules, I spoke for the first time.

"Thank you, Nancy, er, ma’am. What you did with your hand and mouth felt so

incredibly good. I love you very much and will try hard to obey you. I wish you

didn’t have to punish me so much, but if you decide it’s necessary, I’ll try to

be brave for you."



Who was I trying to kid, anyway? I would’ve died for Nancy, even if she hadn’t

promised me paradise for merely obeying her.



"I know you will, Dave. Time to go off to sleep now. It’ll be a long weekend -

for both of us. Good night, little brother."



"Goodnight, and thank you again, ma’am."



Nancy pulled the covers up to my chin and leaned forward to give me a final kiss.

I longed to throw my arms around her neck and kiss her back but knew that I

mustn’t.



I peeked through slitted eyes and watched her as she left my bedroom to return to

her own room down the hall.



It was difficult to fall asleep with the memory of her words and our recent

sexual experience so fresh in my mind. I was aware that what she had described

would be very painful.



But I was also certain that I would be willing to pay any price if her program

included more of what I’d experienced for the first time tonight.

His attention was interrupted. The volume on the hotel

room television had suddenly blared to life. On the screen the

diminutive form of the former Olympic star appeared. Another

feminine products advertisement. 'Not if she was mine' he

thought, reaching out and turning off the noise.



Easing back into the chair he let his mind wander back

to the thoughts that had been broken. The wind rattled a branch

against the window as a storm raged outside.



A visitor would have thought nothing of the scene. An

ordinary looking businessman in a faceless hotel room. A few

papers spread across the desktop, and a small overnight case

against the wall. A look at his facial expressions would lead

one to think he was just a bored man, waiting for a business

appointment who was running late. A peek inside his mind,

however, would have shown a completely different story.



He stood, and walked over to the oversized bed. Pulling

a pillow out from beneath the cheap hotel bedspread he lay back,

clasping his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.



He heard the sound of a key in the lock, but did not

take his eyes off the ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye, he

saw her enter the room, close the door, and lock it behind her.

Then she stood quietly.



For minutes they stayed this way. Neither moving, the

only sound being her increasingly deep breathing. Finally, he

lowered his gaze, taking in the picture of the woman who had

come to serve him.



She was not a tall woman. Dressed in a camel overcoat to

protect her from the weather there was little to be seen. Her

hair was a mixture of light highlights, and deep dusky brown

closer to her head. Tiny gold hoops hung from her ears. He could

see her lips were firmly set, devoid of emotion or interest. Her

eyes were firmly set to the wall above his head, motionless.



Finally, he broke the silence with a single word.

'Disrobe', he said with a voice that was not a request, but a

command.



He watched as she looked about her. Standing in the

doorway there was nothing close to her to place her clothes on.

He knew she could feel his eyes boring into her now. She knew

she must obey.



Slowly, she unbuttoned the expensive overcoat and opened

it. Sliding it off her shoulders she let it fall to the floor.

She wore a dark blue silk blouse, with a brightly colored scarf

at her neck. A grey wool skirt fell just above her knees.

Brightly polished leather boots extended from her small feet up

under her skirt.



Her hands went to her neck, and untied the scarf. As she

pulled it away, and dropped it to the floor baring her neck.

Around it he could see the thin black satin collar she wore. At

the base of her throat, attached to the collar, was an ivory

cameo. To the casual observer this was a nice, Victorian, touch.

On closer examination this carving was a couple intertwined in

the passions of lovemaking.



Carefully, she unbuttoned her blouse, allowing it to

fall open as she moved down the long row of tiny buttons. As she

reached the bottom, and shrugged the blouse to the floor he

could see the glimmer from the tiny gold ring in each nipple. As

he watched, her nipples became completely erect. He could see

the motion of the rings with each move she made.



Her hands went to the side or her skirt, and she bent

slightly as she lowered the fastener. Standing erect she allowed

her skirt to join the rest of her wardrobe on the floor.



As she stood there, silent, he examined her body. A

slim, healthy, attractive woman, but he could see the sinew and

muscle under the soft flesh. This was a woman ready to satisfy

her master's every wish.



He lowered his gaze, down across her small, but firm

breasts, across her soft, yet not quite perfect, stomach.

Following the line of her body his eyes rested upon her bare

mons. Looking carefully, he could see she had prepared herself

well. Not a trace of hair remained.



Continuing, he followed her well sculpted legs until

they entered the tall leather boots. 'She will do' was his only

thought.



He turned his attention away from her, leaving her

standing amidst her clothing. Picking up the remote, he switched

the television back on, and tuned in a cable news program.



'Topping todays newscast', droned the newscaster,'heavy

rains have caused minor flooding problems in the nations

Capitol. And on the sports scene...'. His attention wandering,

he took in the contents of the room again. She still stood

there, quietly.



He fixed his stare on her, 'Shower', he commanded.



For the first time since she had finished undressing she

moved. Quickly, as if fearing to anger him, she retreated to the

bathroom. As he paid light attention to the latest basketball

scores he could hear the water running strongly from the other

room.



After a few minutes it stopped. She reentered the

bedroom, a towel in one hand. She returned to in front of the

door, standing in the pile of her clothing. She stood, arms at

her side, legs spread slightly, waiting.



He rose from the bed and walked over to her. Walking

around her slowly he examined her. As he stood behind her, he

placed his hands on her shoulders. He could feel her shudder at

his touch, telling him that she was already feverish with

anticipation. With a frustrating slowness he moved his hands

lightly down her back, outlining her spine with one finger of

each hand. As he reached her buttocks, he rotated his hands, so

his thumbs slide down the crease and his fingers spread her

cheeks wide.



He dropped to his knees and with the lightest of touches

tasted inside her thighs. Allowing his trail of moisture to

move upwards he began to meet her moistness. Her taste was sweet

and warm on his lips. He could feel the tension in her body from

his touches, so he withdrew.



Standing directly in front of her, his back to the bed,

he uttered 'undress me'. For the first time she spoke. Her eyes

lowered to the floor as she answered 'Yes, Master.'



This was not their first time together, and she knew

exactly what to do. She reached up, keeping her eyes cast

downward, She loosened the tie around his neck. Removing it, she

carefully folded it and placed it neatly on the dresser.

Delicately, she unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and removed

his watch. This she placed next to the tie. She returned and

demurely unfastened the buttons down the front of his shirt.

Walking behind him, she removed it from his shoulders. This she

took across the room, and carefully arranged on a hanger in the

closet.



When she returned, she knelt in front of him. Placing

her arms behind her back she leaned forward and grasped the

leather of his belt between her teeth. Cleverly, she pulled the

strap free, and uncoupled it from the tooth in the buckle. She

then brought her arms out and, reaching down, removed his shoes.

The shoes went to the front of the closet, neatly arranged. Next

she removed each sock, one at a time. After each, she

straightened and, neatly folding it, placed it across the back

of each shoe.



At last he stood, only in his pants. She knelt, again, in front

of him and carefully undid the clasp at the waist. The slowly

lowering the zipper she lowered the fabric. Using one hand to

make sure none of it touched the floor she eased each legs down

over his foot and off. Finally, she hung these, with care, in

the closet and returned.



While she had been hanging the pants up, dressed only in

a bright green bikini brief, he had returned to the bedside

chair. Sitting back he watched her as she returned.



Reaching down he opened the small overnight case near

him. From it, he took a very light silver chain, and a set of

handcuffs.. With an almost invisible motion of his hand she came

forward and prostrated herself at his feet. He reached down and

attached one end of the chain to a small loop at the back of her

collar. She intuitively placed her arms behind her back and he

firmly closed the cuffs over them. He checked the coupling of

the chain at her neck. Taking the other end in one hand, he

reached down and took hold of her chin. Lifting her face to look

at him, he spoke.





'Who am I?' he questioned.



'You are my Master', she answered.



'And what do you exist for?'



'To serve your needs as your sex slave', she replied. At

these words, her eyes dropped and fell to the carpet at his

feet.



Tugging lightly at the chain, he pulled her head forward

into his lap. She raised her eyes once again, and a look of

happiness crossed her face.



'May I give you pleasure Master?' she whispered.



A simple small nod of the head was all she got in

return. He then turned his attention away from her, and back to

the television.



He was sitting on the edge of the chair and her face

hovered inches above his crotch. She knew what he expected, and

was boiling inside with anticipation. Gently, she lowered her

head and began running her lips across the soft green fabric.

She could feel the outline of his manhood begin to stir at her

touch.



His legs parted further, and she dug her lips down one

side of the cloth. Finding the edge, she grasped it in her teeth

and lifted it across to the other side. This exposed him

completely to her. His semi-hard cock hung heavily over the edge

of the chair, and she could see this heavy balls hanging below.



Lowering her shoulders she put her mouth into position

just below the head of his cock. She could see small jerks of

movement in it, an unacknowledged excitement on his part for

what was ahead. Opening her mouth, and lowering her tongue, she

allowed the partially erect member to enter her mouth. Moving

slowly, she pressed on until the entire organ was resting on her

tongue, and deep into her mouth. Then she closed her mouth over

it, bathing it in warmth and sensation.



Instantly, she could feel the response. Blood flowed

rapidly into the muscle, engorging it and dramatically

increasing its size. Yet through this she struggled to hold him

deep inside her mouth.



Quickly, it reached full erectness. She could feel the

pulse of his body through the vessels in her mouth. The thick

head pressed hard against the roof of her mouth in the rear.

Ever so slowly she began to move her tongue. First just slightly

back and forth across the sensitive underside. Then, becoming

more aroused herself, along the sides, and as far back as she

could reach. Holding a strong suction she began to move her head

in time with her tongue. Bathing him in her moisture she began a

slow, but sure, rhythm.



She continued this way in silence. The only response she

noted has the deepening of this breath, and the increasingly

strong throbs through his cock. She began to feel his body tense

around her. His legs began to press in against her shoulders and

she could feel his buttocks tense up under him. She renewed her

efforts, thinking only of the satisfaction she was giving him.



As she felt a series of powerful pulsations in the cock

buried in her throat she knew she was succeeding in pleasing

him. With a tremendous intake of breathe, she sucked even harder

and buried him to the hilt inside her mouth.



'No! Stop!' she heard him cry out.



Too late she realized he had wanted to wait. As she

began to try to pull away she felt one last throb, and felt the

powerful gushes of his orgasm fill her mouth. Even as she

struggled to swallow the rapidly discharging fluid, she knew she

had erred.



She cringed at his feet as he stood from the chair.



'Stupid slut! Didn't I teach you better than that?'



She knew there could be no answer. She had failed in

serving him, and knew she must be disciplined.



He moved to the edge of the bed, and sat there, his cock

still at full erection. Using his chain, he pulled her to stand

beside him. Then with one hand on her back, and the other

pulling the chain, he pulled her down across his knee.



'You have been a bad girl.' he said. 'You have forgotten

who decides what happens here. This should help you remember.'



She lay across his lap, her naked buttocks in the air,

feet spread slightly. Her head was down near the floor on the

other side of him, held low by his grasp on her leash.



She felt, rather than heard, his hand raise into the air

and come crashing down on her bare behind.



CRACK!



The sound echoed off the walls of the small quiet room.

She felt the heat immediately converge on the spot his hand had

struck. Mixed with the pain she felt was a sharp twinge of

pleasure from her groin.



SLAP!



'Will you ever learn?' she heard him say. 'Answer me!'



'Yes Master', she whimpered 'I will be much better now,

a perfect slave to your will'. Even as she spoke these words,

the thought of serving him generated even more fury in her

tortured crotch. She knew he could feel the fluids dripping from

her, and hoped he wouldn't anger.



He pulled her to her feet and, digging in his overnight

bag for the key, released the handcuffs. She stood quietly,

wishing she could move to ease the tight muscles in her arms.



Pointing to the bed he quietly told her 'Lie down on

your back'. When she had, he reached back into the bag and

withdrew an assortment of ropes. Working silently, he took four

long lengths and ran them under the bed. Two running top to

bottom at the outside edges, and two running across the bottom

at the head and foot.



He then took several shorter pieces and began to attach

her to his web. Each arm in turn, and then each leg. When he

finished she was firmly pinned to the bed. pulling on any arm

would drag the other off the side of the bed. Each leg reacted

the same. She lay spread-eagled to his gaze.



Two fine gold chains appeared in his hand. With one hand

he pulled her head up off the bed slightly. With the other, he

attached one end of each to her nipple rings. The other end

attached to an earring. Then he released her head, knowing that

she could not lower it to the bed without causing herself pain.



He looked down on her and could see threads of cum on

her neck. With a finger he scooped these up and placed them on

her tongue. She carefully cleaned his finger with her tongue

after she had swallowed these missed traces.



Reaching into his bag again, he pulled out two items.

The first was a lacey white set of panties. These had snaps at

the sides of a long band of material, and at the crotch. From

the crotch came two other strips, and there was no covering for

the buttocks. Working roughly, he slid this under her and

fastened the side panels, leaving the crotch open and her tight

ass uncovered. The second was a large human shaped vibrator.

Taking a large glop of KY, he covered it from the base to the

tip. Then, turning it on low speed, he placed it at the opening

to her quivering pussy. At the touch she gritted her teeth.

After a few seconds of teasing, he pressed it deeply inside her.

She could feel the vibrator fill her aching cavity. He reached

down and snapped the crotch to the leg straps. This preventing

even her well trained internal muscles from removing it. She

could feel the vibrations strongly where the tip of the vibrator

pressed firmly against her cervix.



He stood up, and began to dress. 'I'll be back in a

little while', he said. 'I'm going down to the lobby for a

moment. I will be listening at the door when I return, so don't

make a sound'.



How long stayed away, she couldn't tell. The pleasure

coming from her pussy in lightning like shocks overwhelmed her

senses. Each time she felt she was going to give in to the

feelings her head would arch back. The pain from her nipples

would bring her quickly back from the edge. Over, and over she

went through this cycle. She could feel a flood of moisture

between her thighs.



At last, she heard the key in the lock. He entered and

looked at the agony in her eyes. With deliberate slowness he

undressed himself. This time completely. He reached down and

released the ropes at her wrists and legs.



'On your knees', he commanded.



She carefully rolled over, making sure to keep her head

low and the nipple chains loose. Kneeling up she felt him

standing behind her. She could feel the rasp of the ropes as he

tied a loop around each knee, and brought it forward to her

wrist. He pulled them taught, so her wrists were touching her

knees. With her head against the mattress, ass was wide open

high in the air behind her.



As she shifted, she felt the vibrator press even deeper

inside her. The low buzz captured her mind completely at last,

allowing her only knowledge of it and nothing else. She no

longer knew he, the room, or reality existed.



The motion of the bed shifting brought her back. She

could feel him kneeling behind her. Then she felt a warm, hard,

slippery pressure at the opening to her anus. She caught her

breath as she felt him begin to enter her. As her sphincter

closed over his thick head she felt the shudders of orgasm

trying to overcome her. With every effort of willpower she had,

she fought it back.



He settled into a slow, fulfilling rhythm, pressing deep

inside her, then withdrawing to leave only the head trapped. She

could feel his hands running across her back and caressing her

smooth buttocks.



He began to press deeper and harder, and she could hear

his breath coming more quickly. She began to allow the feelings

to overtake her mind again. When she could feel he was about to

come she let her mind go, and lost herself in the passions of

orgasm.



As she was releasing herself she felt one hand move from

her back to her crotch. As the first explosions began to wrench

her mind she felt the vibrator begin to buzz at high speed. At

the same instant she felt his hand come down one her ass in a

sharp spank. The effect was instantaneous. What had been

explosions, became deflagrations. Her mind shattered in ecstasy

as she felt him swell and fill her ass with his hot cum. She

felt, but ignored, the pain in her nipples as she arched in

uncontrollable feeling. Finally, completely drained, she knelt

limp as he pulled out of her.



She quivered at his touch as he released her bonds. As

he lay back on the bed she knew what to do. Standing on barely

stable legs she walked into the bathroom and returned with a

warm washcloth. Carefully, she bathed his cock and balls with

it. When satisfied he was clean and resting, she stood and took

her place by the door.



With a wave of his hand, he closed his eyes and rested.

At that signal she dressed, and left. She knew she would return

again ... and again. She loved her husband.

The party crowd is getting a little stifling, so I step out onto the
muscles out, and give a couple lazy wind-up strokes that just brush

the insides of your thighs, before I snap the flogger up, sending the

tails between your legs to assault your pubes. As you gasp and prepare

to scream, I finish the stroke by yanking backwards on the handle,

pulling the leather and knotted cords across your cuntlips...



Somewhere, in the back of my head, I am reminded of a line from Steve

Martin's short story, "Cruel Shoes"...



The screams were incredible.



As were the sobs, and the whimpers, and the shaking, and the gasping,

and the panting, and everything else that you do as you come back down

from that last stroke. Finally, you manage between shivering attacks

to say "Mercy."



The flogger drops from my hand, and I come up behind you. I unhook the

cuffs, and let you slump against me a moment, before I sweep your legs

up and cradle your still-shaking body in my arms. I carry you to the

couch, and gently lay you down on it, before kneeling by your side.

Someone... one of the hosts, I think... hands me two glasses of ice

water. I down one in one swallow, then fish an ice cube out to let

melt against your lips. You suck on the cube, then motion dazedly for

a drink from the other glass, which I give you.



Once you finish drinking your fill, you close your eyes and take my

hand, pulling it to your mouth to kiss my palm. I mimic your action,

then hold your hand tightly in mine. I close my eyes, rest my head on

your shoulder, and let the rest of the world fade away...

=====

"One little piece of my soul

One little piece of my whole life

I give to you

Take it now..."

I had been Master Robert's slave for only 1 week now, but already I would do anything - ANYTHING - he wished of me.



"Ama!" I heard him yell, "Kneel at readiness!" I scrambled over to his feet kneeling before him. I arched my back sitting on my crossed ankles, as I spread my knees wide to reveal a glistening cunt for him. "Good, Ama. You have pleased me well." "Thank you, Master," I said, with my eyes lowered in respect, but my head raised high. He came over to me removing the towel he wore from his recent shower. "Look, little Ama, at what you do to me." I smiled at him. "Yes, Master." He revealed a very hard cock for me. "I have a surprise this day for you, Ama," Master said, his eyes holding mine. "A surprise, Master?" "I found a trainer for you. He is going to teach you to please me." "Master, how? I thought I already please you. Do not make me. Please," I cried. I did not want to be with anyone, but Master Robert.



Master walked over the door without acknowledgement of my plea, to let in a huge, tanned man. His muscles bulged everywhere. He carried a soft leather whip in his hand. His eyes were steel balls that didn't see me as a girl, but saw me only as a toy. I looked stunned, and I quivered inside barely able to breath. I went to Master's feet to kiss them. "Please, Master." "Master Richard will teach you to suck me without gagging as you do." "But Master, this slave only gags once in a while." I pleaded with him. Why did he not teach me himself if such a thing could be taught. "Hush, Ama," Master told me, coldly.



Master Richard walked over to me as I sat in the kneel at readiness position again with my back straight and my knees spread wide, so as not to be beaten with the whip. Master Richard examined me all the way around. "Nice, Master Robert. You can sure pick them." I looked at Master, and he smiled. Master Richard took his pants off while facing my way. My Master went to him looking at me. "This is how Master Richard can teach you better than I," he said, and turned Master Richard around. Before me stood at least a twelve inch cock. My mouth opened in horror. How would I ever get that in my mouth? "Suck me, Ama, now," Master Richard ordered. I put him in my mouth but only part way before I gagged. Master Richard used the whip against my pussy with a swat. I cringed and nearly cried out. "Try it again." This time I tried to relax to get it further down my throat. I wanted to please him. I really did, but could not. Again he swatted my pussy with the whip. Tears welled up in my eyes which made it harder to suck him. Further down my throat I got him each time and every time he swatted my pussy till it stung. "Suck again, Ama. Do not gag and you will not be beaten." I took the mammoth cock into my mouth and nearly all the way that time. I did not wish to be hit again, but once more he hit my pussy.



"Suck it," he yelled. This time it went down my throat. I relaxed more and more until I could get it down without gagging. He forced his hips back and forth fucking my open mouth. "Yes, Ama, you can do it. Now swallow me." True fear filled my insides hoping I could swallow him all without leaking any. My pussy stung, and I did not want him to hit me again. Master Richard's orgasm approached with a shock and dripped into my mouth. I swallowed hard three times before the flow stopped. I nearly smiled to myself as he still fucked my mouth. I had not let any of his cum drip from my mouth. Without a word from me, Master Richard pulled his cock from my mouth and I sat straight for Master. He turned to Master Robert and said to him, "She is trained." "Thank you, Master Richard. You did well." I wanted to tell him it had been me that did well. All Master Richard did was force his huge cock down my throat. Master Richard left the apartment and my Master came to me. "Now suck me off that way," he ordered. I took Master's cock into my mouth till his balls hit my chin. I did not gag or even flinch. His eight inches were now a blessing to me. While Master fucked my mouth, I pushed my heels into my cunt to please myself. My hips wiggled back and forth to rub my clit. "Swallow me, Ama, now," he told me. The warmth of Master's cum sprung into my mouth and deep down my throat. I relished my Master's cum. I even longed for it. I swallowed all of him as I began to grind my cunt into my heels making myself cum. As Master stopped cumming, and I swallowed the last of his cum, he took his cock from my mouth and grabbed onto me tightly. "Oh, Ama, you please me so much." I smiled cuddled in his strong arms. I had learned and knew that the next lesson he would bring to me, I would also be able to learn.

Ana's eyes opened wide. Paul had begun stripping his clothes off, and soon stood

over her naked, his erection large and stiff between his legs.



She tried to get away, but her limbs failed her, too badly abused to move just

yet. Paul laid down, resting his weight on Ana, gazing down into her terrified

face. He did so love the look of a woman in panic. He was thinking how nice it

was to have a girl so young and firm and so utterly his.. and then he thrust his

cock inside her. It went in smoothly, the only catch being her hymen, which he

was through in an instant.



Once his cock was all the way inside her (and he was not a small man in that

department), he let it rest, feeling her vaginal muscles trying to push him out,

sending waves of pleasure through his cock. He moved it from side to side every

so often, watching her eyes roll back in her head and listening to her moan.



"How's it feel to be raped by your own father, Ana? Cat got your tongue? Well,

silence implies assent, sweetheart."



Paul began thrusting inside her, ramming harder and harder inside her already

bruised and welted body. He panted between thrusts, still teasing her,



"Bet you wish you'd kept your mouth shut, hm, Ana? Well you won't keep it shut

for long around here.. I'm going to feel those lips wrapped around my cock, Ana..

you're going to be my slut, little girl. I hope you like cock, because you're

going to get a lot of it.. I can tell right now you're going to need a LOT of

punishment... can't seem to follow the rules, can you, Ana?"



Ana stared up at her father helplessly, her body ravaged first by his whip and

now by his cock. The pain had made her nearly hallucinatory, and now the thorough

fucking she was receiving was having a side-effect that she hadn't expected.



Paul felt Ana's hips thrust up to meet him. Surprised, he looked down and saw

her half-lidded eyes, and her slightly parted lips.



"Oh, you little whore.. you little cocksucking whore.. you love it, don't you?

Oh, you love my cock, you little slut. You're MY slut, and I am going to teach

you so well you will never forget, Ana."



Ana began to feel waves of pleasure emanating from between her legs as Paul's

cock slid in and out of her pussy. She groaned and tried to twist away, but she

was firmly impaled by her father. With every thrust, he rubbed against her clit,

again, and again, and again, until Ana felt as though she were going crazy. If

he'd just give her a second to rest, to concentrate.. but his cock was

incessant, pounding into her, as her father's breathing grew faster and harder,

and he rammed into her with an ever-increasing rhythm. Ana couldn't help it any

longer. With a loud moan and a convulsive shudder, she had her very first

orgasm.



Paul reached behind her head and undid the gag, pulling it out of her aching jaw

to be immediately replaced by his own mouth. His tongue probed deep into her

mouth, as he began to groan, she felt it more than heard it. Paul's cock was now

bottoming out in her cervix as he thrust into her hard and fast, groaning into

his daughter's mouth. Suddenly, at the end of one of his invasive thrusts, he

froze in place, deep inside her, and Ana felt her father's cock pulsing and

jerking as his deep blue eyes pierced into her and his cum spurted into her body.

Paul lowered his weight down onto his trembling daughter, resting his head on

her shoulder and keeping her pinned beneath him, as he recovered from his orgasm.

He kissed her neck and then murmured into her ear,



"That was lesson one, slave."





After several minutes spent resting inside Ana's soft warmth, Paul sighed

contentedly and withdrew from her. She didn't know it yet, but his slave's

punishment was far from over. He got up from the floor and walked over to a

wooden chair he'd installed in the basement. Later, Ana would come to dread this

chair. For now, Paul merely sat in it.



"Ana, dear, it's time for you to clean my cock."



Ana, having thought her punishment was ended, groaned miserably and began to rise

to her feet.



"No, slave. Crawl to me."



Paul noted with satisfaction that two of her whip marks were still bleeding, as

she hesitatingly got up onto all fours and began to crawl towards him. When

she'd finally finished her painful journey across the hard concrete floor and was

at the legs of his chair, she stopped and looked up at him, waiting.



"I hope you enjoyed that orgasm. It's the last you'll have for awhile. Now, get

up on your knees. You're going to clean my cock with your mouth, slut."



Ana did as she was told and rose to her knees, looking unhappily at her father's

cock, coated with his cum and her juices. She whimpered and opened her mouth to

plead for mercy, but before any sound could emerge, Paul grabbed the back of her

head and pulled it toward his cock, causing her to gasp. Realizing that there

would be no reprieve, Ana, slowly extended her tongue and began to tentatively

lick at her father's soft cock. She wanted badly to cry -- she'd never imagined

doing anything this degrading in her entire life.



"You'll be down there until it's clean, slut, so you'd best pick up the pace a

little."



Ana tasted her own juices on Paul's cock, as well as the salty taste of his own

cum. She gagged a little, but with her father's hand wound tightly through her

hair, she had no choice but to continue. Her tongue slid along his cock,

cleaning it thorougly, base to tip. She licked at his balls as well, kissing

away the remnants of her own cum that were left there. When Paul's cock seemed

reasonably clean she stopped and looked up at him expectantly.



"Not good enough, slave. Do it again and this time dry it with your hair."



Ana couldn't hold back her tears any longer. Her tears dripped onto her breasts

as she lowered her mouth again, to complete this hateful task again. She swirled

her tongue around her father's balls one more time, tracing a path from there to

the tip, then back again. At Paul's urging, she reluctantly sucked the last

droplets of cum from his tip, and thoroughly licked the underside of his cock.



For his part, Paul leaned back and watched his beautiful daughter at work between

his legs, enjoying the soft velvety sensations of her tongue working at his cock.

He felt it twitch and begin to harden again. He smiled down at his sobbing

daughter; the evening was yet young.

Angie was beginning to get worried, while she had lost all

sense of time, she did know that it had been an awfully long time

since the last time John had done anything to her.

It had all started innocently enough, at a party of course.

John had pulled out a pair of handcuffs and put them on her, as a

way of getting her attention.

Well, it had worked, she splashed her drink in his face and

demanded that he take them off. He ran off shouting something

about his eyes, leaving her screaming at him at the top of her

lungs. Unfortunately she lost track of him in the crowd and sat

down demurely on the couch, not enjoying at all the attention she

had attracted to herself. As long as she was just sitting there,

the handcuffs seemed to not get in the way very much. It was

when she tried to do anything that they really bothered her. She

ended up spilling the entire contents of her purse trying to find

something she could try to pick them with. There was nothing but

make-up, ATM receipts, gum wrappers, and other useless junk.

Eventually she gave up and piled everything back into her purse.

Three other people sat down on the couch and started passing

around a joint.

Naturally she joined in. They all thought it was funny to

watch her take a drag using both hands and she started making a

show of it. She hardly noticed when the joint was gone, along

with most of the people in the party, she sat there with the

bottle of beer that seemed to appear out of nowhere and waited

for that bastard to come back. It was sitting there with her

hands on her lap and the various chemicals wafting through her

brain that Angie realized that she was getting very horny for

some reason. Either that or she had to pee real bad and couldn't

tell. No...she was definitely horny. She held the beer bottle

tightly between her thighs and squeezed, pushing it against the

tight crotch of her jeans. With her arms she squeezed her

breasts in on the sides. Quickly she looked around to make sure

nobody was watching her. She looked right into the eyes of John,

a little bloodshot, since Vodka wasn't very kind to them. She

froze. Did he know?

"I thought you would have left hours ago."

"What, with these on my wrists?"

"Everybody's got keys to these. These are those cheapies

that they made those belts out of a few years ago."

"Well I don't, so I'd appreciate it if you'd get your key

and get these off of me."

"I've got it in my room." Surprisingly, this wasn't fol-

lowed by some sort of sly wink, which caught her off guard be-

cause she was expecting one.

"On second thought, I'd better not let you out of my sight

again."

"Right this way."

It was a huge house, built of large stones in the 19th

century. If there had been a college nearby the place would have

been converted into a fraternity house ages ago. Fate had been

kinder in that the place was merely shared by a group of grad

students.

"I didn't know you lived in this house," Angie said as she

climbed the stairs.

"In the attic. I fixed it up myself."

They got up to his room and Angie ooohed with pleasure.

"This is really incredible."

"Like it? Here, have a seat and I'll get the key."

She sat on the edge of the bed. While John shuffled through

a drawer, she stroked the light brown wool blanket that covered

the bed. Curiously, she found that the contrast between the

blanket, her lightly tanned wrists, and the nickle-plated hand-

cuffs with the light from the track lighting reflecting off of it

was esthetically pleasing. What an odd thought.

"Found it."

He knelt down and picked up her hands to take off the cuffs.

She held his hands and looked into his eyes. "I'm really sorry I

threw my drink in your face."

"I've suffered worse."

Angie actually began to feel guilty for hating him. He had,

after all, only been playing around and she built it up into this

whole big deal in her mind.

Looking at him, Angie realized he was quite handsome, and

his hands felt so strong and firm, yet gentle as they held hers.

She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips.

He didn't move, and momentarily Angie feared that she had

made a horrible mistake. Actually she had, but not the one she

was thinking of, as she found out later.

He pushed her back onto the bed and laid on top of her,

kissing her with a passion that only fanned the flames growing in

her loins. She wanted to hold him close, press her body harder

against him, but her hands were still chained. Indeed, he had

hooked the chain of the handcuffs with his left thumb and was

holding her arms above her head.

He leaned to one side and with his free hand, began unbut-

toning her blouse. She was panting too hard to voice the slight-

est protest, she was too aroused.

With her arms pinioned above her, and her body helpless

under his weight, she could feel his hardness against her mound.

She felt exposed, and helpless, and as he began to caress her

breasts, she could swear she was about to come. She struggled

and squirmed, but only ended up rubbing herself against him

harder.

Then he began to use his mouth, twirling her nipple with his

tongue. She couldn't resist any longer. Hooking her legs around

behind his, she ground herself against his cock. She wanted it

inside her so badly that she was determined to push it through

the two intervening layers of denim. She strained her arms

against the cuffs, her chest was heaving when he bit down on her

nipple. Her scream echoed throughout the attic room. It was one

of combined ecstasy and pain, frustration and release. Angie

came hard, and it left her weak and panting.

"Oh god...John...Please...fuck me."

"I guess you don't hate me anymore then?"

"Oh please, don't punish me this way."

"How shall I punish you then?"

Angie had no idea what John had in mind, but she would do

anything now that she was worked up to this peak. "Anything,

just do it."

She didn't quite catch the comment he made about Pandora's

Box, she was too busy trying to catch her breath. While he was

messing around with something in the closet, she reached down

with her chained hands and unzipped her jeans.

She slid them off and onto the floor, along with her soaked

panties. She wriggled her way onto the center of the bed with

her head on the pillow. Lying there in just an unbuttoned blouse

and a pair of handcuffs, she began to play with herself. "Come

on, John."

Then she heard the jingling sound. She propped herself up

on one elbow to see what it was. It took her a moment to figure

out what it was, and she wished she hadn't. The jingling was

coming from the rings and buckles hanging from this mass of black

leather and straps. Then she re-considered. Part of what had

turned her on so much was the feeling of helplessness, kind of

like being the damsel in distress. She recalled how much she

enjoyed it when the boys in her neighborhood played Cowboys and

Indians and she got to play the Indian princess who got captured

and tied up by the Cowboys, or the Cowgirl who got captured and

tied up by the Indians. She had heard about people who were into

bondage, but had never even considered what she would do if she

actually met one. She even began to wonder if she was one her-

self. She began to look towards this encounter with curiosity

and anticipation. If she didn't like it she could just ride it

out, but if she did, and she certainly was in a receptive mood,

she would be in for an incredible experience. Anyway, she

couldn't run screaming from the house in her current state of

affairs.

She put on a sultry look. "What are you gonna do with all

the hardware, big boy?" It wasn't Mae West, but she tried.

"That is for me to know, and you to find out."

"I'm not entirely sure I want to find out." Actually she

did, but she couldn't give in that easily. "What's that all

for?"

"I'll tell you as I go along. But first, I'll have to take

those off." He was referring to both the handcuffs and the

blouse.

"Hey, that's no fair, you're still dressed."

"You're in no position to complain my dear, Nya ha ha ha,"

he said, twirling the end of an imaginary mustache. Angie

couldn't help but laugh. She kissed him. "Okay, I'll try."

John removed the handcuffs and she slipped off her blouse.

She noticed the deep lines on her wrists from the hard

steel, and she started to rub them.

"Give me your hands, I have a cure for that." What he

actually had were leather wrist cuffs. They were fairly wide,

about three inches, and held closed by two big silver buckles.

There was a large ring hanging from a D-ring attached to them,

and it was pretty obvious to her what it was for. Compared to

the cuffs, these were actually comfortable. They fit tightly,

exactly against her skin, but they conformed to the shape of her

wrists. Then he produced a pair of ankle cuffs that were exactly

the same, only heavier.

"This is getting interesting. You're turning me into quite

the proper slave girl, aren't you?" She held up one hand and

rocked it back and forth. The rings jangled together. "And you

don't even need bells..." She put her hand on his thigh and then

slid it higher. She felt his hardness return. "Take me...Mas-

ter." This role was easy to slip into, and it made a very inter-

esting game.

"You take me," he said, leaning back on the bed. Angie took

her cue instantly, getting down on her knees and taking the shoes

from his feet that were hanging over the edge of the bed. She

peeled off his socks, which were still fresh (He must have taken

a shower just before the party, she thought) and massaged his

feet. She looked up at him, and met his eyes, and without break-

ing her gaze away from his, began kissing his toes.

He patted the space beside him on the bed and she was there,

nestled under his arm, running her hand across his chest. The

ring caught and jingled on each of his buttons, so she started

unfastening them. She pulled aside his shirt and gazed at his

chest. If she had seen him without a shirt this summer when he

was getting this tan, she would have been dating him already.

His skin was so smooth and perfect, hairless, except for a thin

ring around his nipples (Why do men have them anyway? She won-

dered as she ran her fingers across them one by one) and the

curly wisps coming up to his navel from below his belt.

His belt was her next target. She unbuckled it, unbuttoned

his jeans, unzipped the fly, and slid her hands down so that she

could pull down his jeans and briefs together. Fortunately he

gave her a hand by putting his feet up on the bed and lifting his

hips. She nearly gasped at the sight of his perfectly defined

stomach muscles. How could he find time to study while he kept

his body in such great shape?

Throwing the pants to the floor, she looked upon what she

had unveiled. From her experience, she could tell that this was

a better than average cock. Men always claimed to have more, and

he was certainly below some of the exaggerations she heard, but

when compared to the reality, this was something special. She

could wrap both of her hands around it, and still have plenty of

it left to suck, which was exactly what she did. He let out a

grunt, and she could feel the muscles tensing in his crotch, so

she stopped. That ought to fix him, she thought, make him want

me, now.

It did, John grabbed her and pulled her to the bed, kissing

her and stroking her tongue with his. He pinned her arms above

her head, and then she realized that he was actually hooking

ropes from the posts of the bed through the rings.

She started to pull, but it was too late, he was already

tightening the ropes to her legs. She was spread completely out.

He remounted the bed, poised himself above her, and paused.

"umm..."

"Pill," she blurted out, trying hard not to lose the mood of

the scene.

"Right," he said, and guiding himself with one hand, slid

his cock with excruciating slowness into her flooded vagina. She

pulled against the ropes and moaned. Arching her back and shak-

ing her head from side to side.

He penetrated her to the fullest, and she gasped with her

eyes wide open, and flopped back down on the bed. John began

stroking in and out, varying both the tempo and length. It was

too much for Angie. She strained and pulled, she was breathing

so heavily that she could hardly manage a low scream that was

more like a VERY loud moan.

"Aaaarrrrrh!" John was coming, and stroking very quickly.

Angie was just on the brink, and when she felt those contractions

as his sperm came spurting into her, she went over the edge.

Angie came even harder than before. John collapsed on top of

her, without withdrawing. They were both panting and sweaty.

The two just laid there for a while to catch their breath.

A few minutes later, John climbed off the bed, and surveyed

the spread form of Angie on the bed. Sweat glistened on her

heaving breasts. Her closed eyelids were still darkened with

arousal. Her clenched fists strained against the leather and

relaxed.

Angie opened her eyes and looked up at him. "That was

absolutely incredible," she said dreamily, "But, could I get up

now?"

"Maybe," John smiled. Quickly, he went to the closet and

returned with a few padlocks and a length of chain. First he

connected the chain to her ankle cuffs with two locks, and then,

with the third, he connected her wrists.

Angie watched the whole proceeding with a bemused expression

on her face. "I assume, then, that you mean to keep me

around...."

"Let's just say I've had my eyes on you for a long time, and

I've always fantasized about making you mine."

"Mmmm, keep doing this to me and you'll get your wish. But

right now, I really have to go to the bathroom."

"Well, there's one downstairs...." She looked at him in-

credulously. "...but there's another right around there behind

the wardrobe."

"Thanks," she said as she hopped off the bed. The chain

rattled loudly on the hardwood floor.

While she was gone, John made preparations for what he hoped

she would agree to next.

Angie rattled back in to the bedroom just as John finished

untangling the pride of his collection. "What is that?" she

said, pointing with both hands (As if she had a choice). Hand-

cuffs, ropes, and even leather shackles she could understand, but

what was before her eyes now, she couldn't even guess what part

of the body it was for, let alone how it went. If that long

cylindrical thing was supposed to be some sort of dildo, where

did her legs go?

"I think I'm in over my head."

"No, but you will be...."

"Wait, this is going a bit too fast for me."

"I'm sorry, I guess I was getting carried away. I've always

had a passion for this sort of thing, and with you it seemed like

a fantasy come true. I'm sorry if I've scared you. If you want

to go, I'll let you."

Angie looked at him. He looked much better to her when he

was in control. "Look, it's not that I'm scared....well, I am,

sort of, but I've really enjoyed this so far, but I just need to

know were it's going to end up."

John visibly brightened. "You have? I've never met anyone

before who shared my interests."

"Well, I don't know exactly if I do, but I think I might. I

just want to understand what I'm getting into."

"Well this..." John said, holding up the head harness. They

laughed. "But seriously, ordinary sex just never really did it

for me. The bondage, when I did it to myself, just concentrated

everything, and made it so much more intense. When I could do it

to a woman, I knew the pleasure she could experience, and it

thinking of it just charged the experience for me. The trouble

was, usually that wasn't the case."

"Well, I can tell you, that experience was certainly over-

whelming for me. I felt helpless, but I wasn't frightened...too

much. And you're not too bad at the ordinary sex part."

"Comes from reading Mom's Cosmopolitan when I was a kid."

There was a pause.

"Do you think you'd like to try it again."

"I guess, I'm not sure when I've got a free night."

"It's Saturday, do you have anyplace you have to be tomor-

row?"

"You mean now? I need to think a bit." Once she had firmly

banished the thought that anything could go wrong, she agreed.

"Now what exactly is this thing."

"Come here and I'll show you. This part goes in your

mouth...."

When that last buckle had been buckled, Angie was kneeling

on the floor. The gag harness filled her mouth, and the attached

blindfold blocked out all light. The harness had a strap that

went under her chin, and that, combined with the stiff posture

collar held her head completely immobile. John had also placed a

belt with rings on it tightly around her waist and locked both

her wrists and ankles to it. A long strap encircled her elbows

and then wound around her chest below her breasts. Another strap

was cinched just above them. Two more secured her ankles to her

thighs. And finally, her nipples protruding between the straps

got a pair of clamps. Those worrisome thoughts began clawing at

the back of her mind again.

John stepped back and surveyed his work again. Angie was

more suited to bondage than any of the women in his collection of

magazines. He had taken care to make sure her black hair cascad-

ed over the straps of the harness instead of being trapped under

them, so it looked like something she might have put on herself,

like it was meant to be there for a long time.

"It's done," he announced. He watched her shift a little

bit in her bonds, testing them. God, he was harder than ever.

John reached down and began gently stroking himself as he walked

around her. Angie knew he was moving and tried to face him, but

between the blindfold and the rest of the bondage, the effort was

pointless. John started the VCR, pulled on some clothes and left

the room.

Eventually Angie became aware that John had left. She began

to struggle. She breathed deeply and strained against the straps

across her chest, but that only tightened the loop about her

elbows. She tried to reach the buckles of the shackles, but they

were just beyond her fingertips. She squirmed and twisted, but

John had bound her too well.

The sensory deprivation was getting to her too. She

couldn't see, there was nothing to hear except the creaking of

the leather as she struggled and her own desperate breathing.

The prod of the gag was soaked with her saliva. She bit down,

but the leather-covered foam was too resilient.

It seemed like hours. Finally she settled down, resigned

that there was nothing that she could do. (This is where our

story began).

After what seemed like another eternity, she began to worry

again. What if something had happened to John? She could die

bound up like this! She had to escape! Her furious struggles

left her lying on her back, after thumping her head on the floor.

She heard someone coming up the stairs and she froze. Who

was it? When the hand began caressing her breast, she decided it

had to be John.

"I hope you haven't been waiting too long," he said, "I just

took about half an hour to clean up party debris."

That was only half an hour! But her nipples were burning in

the clamps, and all those thought that had been racing through

her mind....still, the sensation of being touched again, after

what had seemed such a long time was so intense.

Then, he lifted her onto the bed. A surge of sensation hit

her as he unclamped one of her breasts and began massaging her

nipple with his tongue. It was as if her entire being were

concentrated in that one point. The rest of her bound body

slipped away from her attention, with the exception of the prod

in her mouth.

The Harness/Gag/Blindfold had held most of her attention

when she had first been bound. The sensation of having her head

tightly encased in stiff leather was new and startling to her.

The way the prod was irremovably held in her mouth emphasized

that her head was IN the harness. It was very difficult to put

in to words the sensation of confinement that device gave her.

Of course, now it was annoying because she was starting to pant,

and the strap under her chin kept her teeth tightly clamped

around the prod.

Where had John learned his technique? Most men tend to

spread their attention around, playing a little bit with one

breast, then perhaps nibbling an ear, then moving on to another

area, without leaving any one of them completely satisfied. John

was still kissing and caressing her one free breast. Angie was

getting so aroused she wanted to scream, but all she could manage

was a raspy hum. She squirmed on the bed, but John kept nibbling

on her breast. Then he surprised her.

Unnoticed until he struck, John had taken the clamp he had

removed from her nipple and suddenly snapped it on Angie's in-

flamed clitoris. She tried to kick, but the straps around her

thighs prevented that. She couldn't reach either, because of the

leather shackles on her wrists. All she wanted to do was remove

that clamp, and she couldn't. She groaned in pain and frustra-

tion.

"Oh, you don't like that. Let me kiss it and make it feel

better."

John knelt on the floor, removed the clamp, and buried his

face between Angie's shackled feet. He sucked hard on her lips

and clit. He penetrated her deeply with his tongue. He even

blew lightly on her vagina, the cooling air shocking her nether

regions.

Finally, John decided he was ready, and stripped off his

jeans. This time he penetrated her rapidly, and Angie's entire

body shook. John pumped as fiercely as he could and within

moments, Angie came, her scream finally making it through the

leather than had silenced her. John, however, wasn't finished

and kept stroking madly. Angie began to feel the tide rising

within her again. As their rhythm reached its fevered peak, they

both came explosively.

After he had cleaned himself up, John began gently removing

the bonds from Angie's body. Her knees were cramped from being

held so tightly for so long, and she was sweaty and sore all

over. But it was a good kind of sore. John accompanied her to

the shower, and they took turns scrubbing each other's backs, and

fronts....

In the morning, Angie awoke in John's bed, but John was

nowhere to be found. She got up, but the chain she discovered

around her ankle kept her from getting out of the bed. A folded

note on the nightstand said "Stay put." She laughed. She began

to speculate on whether or not she'd be at any of her classes on

Monday, and then she remembered that Monday was a school

holiday...