You come home from what had to be a very trying day at work because I see the exhaustion on your face immediately. I harden myself toward it because now is not the time to show empathy. You don't notice me right away so I watch you as you walk in. The lights are dim. I see you start to say something when you finally catch sight of me. You notice my tight black leather corset, long black leather gloves and thigh high leather boots and begin to wonder what it is you've done. Hesitantly, you ask if anyone is home.

"I don't believe I gave you permission to speak." I say.

"Sorry, Mistress Susan."

"Take off your clothes." I snap.

You glance at me as you begin removing your clothes. My stare seeming all the more menacing through my dark lined eyes, my bright red lips slightly parted as I watch you.

"Have I given you permission to look at me, bitch boy?" I ask sneeringly.

"No Mistress Susan. Please forgive me." you plead.

"I will decide if I want to forgive you after you prove that you are worthy of my forgiveness," I say, coolly.

I stare at you for what seems like forever. I can see the fearful anticipation in your eyes. I can also see a mild hint of you trying to think of what it was that brought this on. I smile to myself knowing that I have you exactly where I want you.

"On your knees, bitch boy!"

You obediently kneel and await my next command.

"Look at you. Such a little pussy boy." I say with disgust.

"Fetch me your collar and leash. I want you to crawl on your hands and knees."

I watch with mild amusement as you crawl to where your collar and leash are kept. You begin to reach for the items I asked for when I stop you.

"No. I want you to bring them to me in your mouth like the good little dog you are."

You hesitate for a split second then struggle to pick the items up with your teeth.

"Quickly, bring them here."

You somewhat awkwardly manage to bring them to me. You stop at my side and kneel obediently with your eyes at my feet. I reach down and take the items from your mouth.

"Good boy." I say as I pat you on the head.

I then fasten the collar around your neck then attach the leash to it. I step back and admire the submissive look about you. I walk slowly around you, trailing my finger along your shoulders, up your neck as I come back around the front and lightly across your bottom lip. I then force your mouth open with my finger, pushing down on your jaw.

"Open your slut mouth, bitch boy."

You obey without hesitation. I then take the penis-gag that you hadn't noticed until now and I force it into your mouth and secure the harness behind your head. You gag slightly but surprisingly adjust quickly to the 'cock' at the entrance of your throat.

"Come, pet, we're going for a walk."

You get on all fours and begin to crawl beside me as I begin to walk. I reach down and slap your ass hard.

"I did not grant you permission to walk beside me, bitch. You will follow behind me."

You stop suddenly, wincing at the spanking, but making no sound. I begin walking again and you wait until you feel the leash tugging at your neck before you start crawling. You wonder where I will lead you but not for long. I arrive at the door to the backyard and begin opening the door. I feel you begin to pull away.

"You will follow me out into the backyard or you will be punished, pet."

Hesitantly you continue following me.

The backyard consists of privacy fences all around. 6 ft high on 2 sides and about 4 ft high on the 3rd side.

"If you're lucky, no one will see you. But if someone happens to see you, then oh well." I say.

"I want you to go relieve yourself in the middle of the yard. You are not to come back to me until you do. If I were you, I'd make it quick before anyone notices you."

You begin crawling slowly out into the middle of the yard and begin to stand. I stop you.

"No, pet. You will lift your leg like a dog."

Feeling completely humiliated, you raise your leg obediently inwardly pleading with your body to relieve itself. Finally your body succumbs to your desires and relief comes. When you finish you quickly lower your leg and look in my direction for permission to return to me.

"Good boy. You may come back now."

You quickly crawl back to me and await my next command. I grab the end of your leash, and you are relieved when I begin to lead you back into the house. I lead you to the kitchen.

"Are you thirsty, pet?" I ask softly.

I drop the end of the leash.

"Stay." I command.

I walk over to the cupboard and get out a bowl and fill it with water. I bring it back over to you and lay it on the floor in front of you. I remove your penis-gag.

"You may drink."

Without me telling you, you bend over and begin to lap at the water.

"Don't make a mess on the floor, or you will be licking it up, pet." I say, warningly.

You hear me walk out of the room as you continue to lap up the water like a dog. As you kneel there drinking, you wonder what else I might have planned for you.

You don't have long to wait.

I come over and grab you by the hair and order you into the bathroom. You see a hot water bottle hanging from the shower curtain rod. That means only one thing. I will be preparing you for some anal play. I'm going to give you an enema to make sure it doesn't get messy.

I pull you up to your feet and stand you up against the sink, refasten the gag into place, and begin lubricating your asshole. I insert the hose into your ass and release the clamp on the hose. You can feel your bowels filling up with warm soapy water. At first it's not an unpleasant feeling. But then it becomes clear that I intend to fill you to an uncomfortable level. You want to protest but all you can muster is muffled groans through the gag. I laugh at your discomfort and give you a few playful but firm swats on the ass.

"You know you like it, bitch." I sneer.

You shake your head in the negative. I respond by whipping you around and giving you a stinging slap to the face. You whimper a little bit, which once again brings a wicked smile to my face. You can feel a tickle in your loins and your cock begins to harden when you see how much pleasure your beautiful mistress is taking in your punishment.

I reach down and stroke your cock a bit with my gloved hand. Oh god it feels so good you want to cum right there, but a firm grip on your balls suddenly curbs your desire to cum.

Meanwhile your bowels are aching for release. I take a medium sized butt plug and insert it into your asshole, fastening it into place with a harness. You realize I am going to make you hold the enema and you begin to squirm in protest.

I brandish some restraints and bind your wrists behind your back, and sit you on the toilet. I take my booted foot and place it on the toilet lid. Raising the toe, I position it above your cock and step down lightly at first, then harder. I giggle as you wince in pain.

Then I decide it's time to start the teasing.

I start by going straight for the throat. I know how much it turns you on when you see me smoke when I'm all dressed up. I light a cigarette and exhale in your face. Your trapped cock twitches under my foot.

I leave the room for several minutes as you sit there wondering what I am doing, and is that all? Just one drag? Oh what torture it is for you. You want to see me. It's so erotic to you.

I return holding a gas mask with a long rubber hose attached to the intake. I slip the gas mask over your face, and light another cigarette. I begin filling the mask with smoke, in between drags holding my hand over the hose as you thrash about trying to get a breath of air. Once in a while I release for just a few seconds. But mostly I get you NEEDING air so badly that when I release and exhale into the hose it's such a relief even though it's far from fresh air.

You're feeling very lightheaded, and your bowels feel as though they are going to explode. You're starting to cramp badly. You're so humiliated, and yet so turned on. Totally my slave. Completely bent to my will. So subjugated that even when released and spent I know you will still eagerly lick the cum from wherever I order.

I stand you up, you're staggering from the lack of oxygen and from the smoke. I steady you and run my hands up and down your body.

"Would you like to empty your bowels now pussy boy?" I ask.

You nod yes. I release your bonds and instruct you to remove the plug and relieve yourself, which you gladly do. But this is only the beginning, you realize, as I bind your wrists once again, and lead you to the bedroom, where you know you will be my bitch for the night....

As we enter the bedroom, I shove you toward the bed.

"Sit down and wait for my next command, pussy boy."

You start to walk toward the bed when I stop you. I've decided that you're not worthy to walk.

"On your knees, bitch. You can crawl."

You slowly sink down to your knees before lowering yourself to all fours. As you begin crawling toward the bed, I swat your ass soundly with the riding crop hanging near the door. You reflexively tighten your ass from the pain and whimper softly. But being the pussy whipped bitch you are, you then slightly push your ass back, silently asking for more.

"I didn't say you could stop crawling. Move it!" I say, emphasizing my statement with another, more firm, swat to your ass.

You resume crawling and once reaching the foot of the bed, you hesitate. I walk toward you quickly, my arm raised, ready to whip your ass again.

"Have you forgotten already what I asked you to do?"

You only whimper in response, unable to speak due to the gag.

"You may respond by shaking your head. I will ask you again, have you forgotten already what I asked you to do?"

You nod yes, and then put your head down in shame.

You listen intently but hear nothing. Suddenly you feel the sting of the riding crop on the top of your ass and on your lower back.

"I told you to crawl to the bed and sit on it to await my next command!" emphasizing the last 3 words with progressively harder swats.

You cry out as best as the gag will allow, then start sobbing silently.

I step closer to you and yank your head back by your hair. You close your eyes as one single tear runs down your cheek into your ear.

"Awwww, is my little pussy boy crying?" I ask sarcastically.

I let go of your hair and roughly push your head forward until it hits the bed. You let your head rest on the bed for a split second before shakily sitting up.

"Stand up!" I command sharply.

You stand shakily, still facing the bed, your head lowered. I reach out and lightly run my fingers over the growing welts on your ass and lower back. Even through the gloves, I can feel the heat they generate.

"Bend over." I say quietly yet forcefully.

I watch as you bend at the waist, struggling to keep from falling forward since you do not have the use of your arms or hands.

"Spread your legs, bitch." I say.

I see the difficulty you have in doing as I ask in the position you're in, your head still swimming slightly, and I laugh.

"Are you having problems, pussy boy?" I ask amusedly.

You shake your head emphatically in the negative.

"Then hurry up!"

Finally you manage to get your legs spread adequately and without further hesitation.

I roughly run my hand over your ass, and my finger finds its way to your asshole.

"Seems the enema has cleared your ass of any lubricant to protect you. Shall I continue without it?" I ask teasingly.

You begin to shake your head no, again whimpering in protest, thoughts of being forced to take it in the ass dry. You begin to tremble and I laugh at your pathetic demeanor. Without another word, I turn and walk out of the room.

Again you strain to hear what is going on. You then hear some noise coming from another room and you begin to wonder what I'm doing and how long I'm going to leave you in this position. Your arms are beginning to ache from being secured so tightly behind your back. Finally you sense my presence once again and actually feel relieved. You then feel a cool wet substance dripping into the crack of your ass. Then you feel my gloved finger sliding through the crack of your ass, and around your asshole. I apply the lubricant liberally, first around the outside, and then shoving my finger into your asshole, I lubricate the inside. I finger fuck your asshole for a few moments, hearing you begin to breathe more heavily and making quiet moaning sounds. I then insert another finger and begin to fuck your ass harder and faster. I can see your cock hardening and growing, a tiny drop of pre-cum forming at the tip. I touch the drop with a finger on my free hand and say:

"Mmmm, look at this. Would you like to taste it, pussy boy?"

Then I laugh and say: "Silly me, you can't, can you? Too bad..."

I bring it to my lips and lick it off my finger. All the while, still fucking your ass with my other fingers. I stop suddenly and remove my fingers and you feel a great sense of emptiness. I see you trying to seek my fingers by pushing your ass toward me.

"What is this? You want more?" I ask.

You don't respond, so I swat your ass hard with my hand.

"I asked you a question, pussy boy!" I say coolly. "Do you want more?"

You shake your head yes.

"Don't worry, you'll get more, whether you want it or not."

I then forcefully push you forward so that you fall onto the bed, your face buried in the blankets. You struggle for a moment then turn your head so you can breathe. You don't hear anything for a moment then you see me come into your view with a rather large strap-on on. Your eyes widen and you shudder slightly. I look down at you and say:

"What's the matter, slave, are you scared?" I ask tauntingly. I then crawl onto the bed above your head and spread my legs to either side of your quaking form.

"Raise your head and take a good look at my cock, pussy boy."

You raise your head, and look toward it. You see my gloved hand playfully stroking the phallus between my legs. I reach toward you and remove the gag. I then scoot down toward your head, the cock inches from your lips. I remove your gag.

"Suck my cock, bitch!" I demand.

You open your mouth slightly and I thrust the cock into your mouth roughly. I smile wickedly as I see you struggle with it. You gag on it which coats it with a thick layer of saliva.

"That's it, slave, make it nice and wet. We wouldn't want it too dry when I fuck your ass with it."

Your lips begin to slide along the phallus. You are trying to make it as slippery as possible because you know if you don't, your ass is going to get torn up by it.

I place my hand on the back of your head, pushing you further down on my "cock" as I thrust it deeper into your mouth, taking pleasure in your struggles.

"Okay, that's enough." I say suddenly.

I pull back slightly, my cock falling from your lips, still connected by the long string of saliva from your mouth. I scoot off the bed and walk around to behind you. I remove the butt plug I had inserted earlier.

"Scoot up further on the bed and spread your legs, pussy boy." I command.

You manage to scoot up on the bed, even without the use of your hands. You work up to your knees, and push yourself forward with your legs until you're flat on your stomach again. You then ever so hesitantly spread your legs, your throat and mouth reminding you of the size of the cock that is now about to be in your ass. The thought of it scares you yet excites you tremendously and you feel your cock twitch beneath you.

"Raise that bitch ass up off the bed." I say.

You slightly raise your ass off the bed and you feel my hands on your ass, my fingers running up and down your crack before sliding into it and parting your ass cheeks.

With one hand I spread your cheeks, and with the other I line up the head of my "cock" with your inviting asshole and slowly begin to push it against your asshole. I feel you flinch but ignore it. Slowly I push forward, feeling the head go in further and further.

Agonizingly you wait, feeling that although the pain is there, it's very minimal. You're thankful that I'm taking my time.

Finally you feel the head pop past the rim of your asshole and you whimper softly. You begin to shake as the pain increases.

Finally, after what you feel is forever, you feel my weight on you, my "cock" buried deep in your ass. I pause for a moment, feeling you tremble beneath me, my power over you made stronger by your soft whimpering and heavy breathing.

"You like this, don't you, pussy boy?" I ask teasingly.

"You like to feel my hard cock in your boy-cunt, don't you?"

I then begin thrusting slowly at first, feeling the resistance of your stretched asshole begin to lessen. As the resistance becomes lighter, I begin thrusting faster, harder. I hear you protesting quietly.

"No, please Mistress Susan, please stop." you beg.

"Shut up!" I shout.

As I thrust faster and faster and harder I notice you pushing back against me as I thrust forward and I laugh.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask

You don't respond; only push yourself back harder toward me.

"Is that a no?" I ask teasingly.

"Tell me how much you love my hard cock in your asshole, pussy."

Again, you don't respond, so I grab you by the hair and pull your head up off the bed and say

"TELL ME!"

"Oh god Mistress Susan, I love your hard cock in my asshole. Fuck my asshole harder!"

"Do you want to cum, slave?"

"Oh yes, Mistress, I want to cum. Please grant me permission to cum!"

"You will cum when I say you can and not before."

I continue thrusting at a steady pace. I can feel you trembling beneath me. I know you're very close to cumming. I hear you whimpering and again you beg.

"Oh please Mistress Susan. Grant me permission to cum!"

"Ok pussy boy, you may cum now." I say quietly.

Almost immediately, I feel your body tighten and tremble and then you emit a loud moan as your seed bursts out of your hard swollen cock. I continue thrusting slowly as your orgasm fades.

I remove my "cock" from your ass and lightly rub your back with the tips of my fingers as you catch your breath. I then suddenly get off of you and stand by the bed. I look down at you.

"Get off my bed pussy boy, you're sleeping on the floor tonight," I say coolly.

And with that, I roll you over the other side of the bed until you fall to the floor.

You struggle to a kneeling position and with your head bowed, you say:

"Thank you Mistress Susan. Good Night."

You lie down on the floor next to my bed and close your eyes. You hope your dreams are of your beautiful Mistress Susan.

Toy knelt in silence and darkness, awaiting the arrival of her Master. Naked but for her collar, shackles, and nipple chain, she trembled violently on the frigid cement of the basement floor. She had been waiting thus for nearly two hours now.

Her Master had instructed her to ready herself with extensive enemas of both very hot and very cold waters, to shave her cunt and aching asshole perfectly smooth- had told her to be ready for a very hard night, though he was not angry with her. He told her to assume her waiting position, kneeling perfectly still in the dark, that he could see and hear her, and there would be severe punishment for less than perfect presentation. It had been nearly two hours. There would be punishment, she knew.

Twice now, he had caught her surfing gay pornography on the internet, though she knew full well her own Master was entirely hetero. When he'd asked her about it, she had squirmed, nervously explaining that just as men found girls with other girls sexy and interesting, so too, she found men Dominating other men so. He had laughed at her at the time. She hadn't seen the gears begin to turn in his devious mind.

The slave shut her eyes tight when the fluorescent lights flared into view, blinding her dark-adjusted vision.

"What are you?"

"Your slave, Master."

"What is my slave?"

"Anything that pleases You, Master!"

"ANYTHING?"

"y yes, Master," she whimpered, "Anything!"

"What is your safeword?"

"None, Master- There is nothing You can't do to me if it pleases You."

She hung her head at the last, still trembling, and he took a fistful of her hair, jerking her upright, forcing her to stiffen her posture.

"NOTHING?"

"Nothing, Master."

She sobbed softly with the last words, frightened of what he had planned that required such validation of her servitude before he would begin, but she made no complaint, and he smiled broadly, then took her cuffed wrists and pulled them behind her, snapping a toggle link between the rings to keep them secured as he uncoiled a length of soft rope and began binding her arms tighter, drawing her elbows far back until she let out a cry of pain. Her full breasts thrust up and forward, and her brow creased as she struggled to keep silent.

He reached around, let his caloused fingertips just brush her hardening pink nipples, and she gasped loudly- he knew how sensitive they were, especially when she was afraid. At his touch, they leapt, and hardened instantly to little pebbles, the auriolas creasing and stiffening as well. Little whimpering sounds came from Toy's lips.

You have such lovely breasts- it's really a shame what I have in mind. Still, you know I have a new girl- Little Tassie is my slut baby now. We both already know how you react to that treatment, don't we? I want something new from you.

He stepped away again behind her back, and she whimpered again, wondering what cruelty he had planned for her breasts which would be "such a shame". She hadn't long to wait to find out. The slender, soft ropes were wound about them in moments, trapping each in a painful harness, as he continued to coil and weave the cord between and around them,

until each stood like a hard, darkening bubble on her chest, and again she cried out, to his soft moaning pleasure, as he moved around and squatted down in front of his tormented girl, and flicked his rough fingertips across her nipples once again, drawing yet another sharp cry from her lips. He laughed.

"Beautiful. I want to make sure that they are at their most tender for the treatment I have planned."

With that, he pulled a pair of clamps from his pocket casually, and snapped each tight on her now-scarlet buds, almost indifferently, as his Toy squirmed and squeaked at the terrible pain. From his other pocket, he pulled out a chain, and a heavy lead fishing weight, and, still as casual as reading the morning paper, linked her already-tortured nipples together, then hooked the weight onto the chain and dropped it from several inches, drawing a little scream of pain.

"So sensitive... but they'll be more so soon. So sensitive that a single breath will get you screaming like that."

She knew he meant it- he'd focused on her nipples like this before, and he knew exactly how to make every tiny nerve ending throb and burn.

He took her by her bound arms then, raising her to her feet with a painful little yank, then pushed himself tight against her chilled, bared ass, and pushed her forward hard with his hand, pulling upward on her trapped arms, forcing her to bend at the waist, which dropped the weight again, and sent it swinging. As she cried at the pain, he forced his knee between her thighs, roughly kicking her legs wide apart, the weight swinging wildly, his toy beginning to cry and sob loudly now.

"STAY," he commanded, and knew perfectly well that she would- there was nowhere she could go if she'd wanted to.

Again he stepped away, and again, he returned casually, actually whistling to himself, as he stood in front of her, wielding a big, heavy pair of sharp steel scissors, with which he unceremoniously lopped off her long braid. That brought a fresh flood of tears, and he dropped the braid to the floor, running a gentle hand across her cheek.

"You want to please me, don't you, toy? Don't you want to make your Master happy? Were you lying when you said anything?"

"n no, Master-!" She gulped in a panic, and again he smiled, patting her on the now short-haired head.

"Good girl. Behave well. You'll thank me for all of this later, won't you?"

"y yes, m Master..."

With that he smiled encouragingly, and reached to the counter behind him, coming back with the clippers, flicking them on, and continuing to whistle as he shaved what was left of her hair into a short crew cut. She continued to sob, but bit back her cries, and swallowed hard as clumps of her auburn hair fell to the floor. When he was finished, he ran his hand across her velvety scalp, then reached back and patted her ass, causing her to sway, and the weight on her nipples to jump about, which made her let out a fresh squeak of pain.

"Only the beginning, sweet toy. Only the beginning."

He set the clippers down and walked behind her, running his hand along the soft, bare-shaven flesh of her exposed cunt and she shivered hard, to his amusement.

"You're crying, slut- but you're dripping wet. Should I listen to your mouth, or to your cunt? I know your cunt doesn't know how to lie..." He slid one finger deep in her without warning which made her moan softly, and squirm against it.

"Yes- you've learned to be a good little fucking whore, haven't you? But now you're going to learn a new role."

He pulled his finger free, scooping up some of the sticky wet of her, and stuffed it between her lips- the toy sucked eagerly, her blue eyes wide and innocent, still red rimmed with tears. As she sucked he reached beneath her and swatted at the weight, making her wince and cry again, still suckling his finger hungrily. Then he stepped away behind her.

This time when he returned, he was unwrapping a wide Ace bandage, and, beginning at her spine between her upthrust arms, he started to wrap her chest, the pull of the bandage pressing them, still bound, down lower. When he reached the chain and clamps, he quickly unfastened them, dropping them to the floor. She yelped out as the blood rushed back in, then again, as he continued, forcing her hard, purple breasts down flat against her chest, skipping over the quarter inch of those tight little rock-hard, bruised buds so that they swelled all the more, protruding sharply from the bandage, the cold air stinging them, even in stillness.

He looked her over, turning her a bit with his hands, then, satisfied with his work, stood her up straight, running his hands over the barely lumpy surface of her chest.He grinned as she squirmed at a terrible torturing pain she'd never felt before, then carefully unbound her arms.

"Stay," he commanded again, and she struggled to keep her arms back as the ropes had done a moment before. When he returned, he began to manipulate her, as if she were a plastic doll, twisting her arms around in front of her, then pulling a little tiny t-shirt over her arms, then over her head. It was a white "wife-beater" tee, with words she couldn't quite make out from above.

"Want to know what your new uniform says, whore?"

Toy nodded, and he laughed loudly.

"Yeah, that's the whole point of all this- your new uniform, isn't it. It says "boy toy". And that's what you're going to be for a while. My little cock sucking boy. Do you like that?"

She stared at him in shock.

"Oh yes- there'll be new rules for my cocksucker, too, of course, and we'll start on those next. But first, lets get the rest of your uniform on you..."

She didn't turn to follow him with her eyes as he walked behind her once again, running his hand across her dripping pussy, running his fingers softly over it, stroking her clit just enough to make her shiver and moan.

"You like that my little whore? Do you want me to fuck you? Too bad. Boys don't have cunts, do they?" He wrapped the belt of her new harness about her waist, and reached between her thighs, making certain to brush her tender hungry cunt with his wrist, then again with the leather of the middle strap, which he brought up along the crease of her enema-softened asshole roughly, before snapping it into place on the waistbelt at her lower back.

She could feel the smooth cold of latex tight across her wet hungry lips, and could tell that the harness blocked it completely- but as he adjusted it against her, something else became clear. At the front of the harness was a short, but very fat rubber cock, in an uncircumcised and very realistic model, and beneath it's base, it bore wide gills of the slick, cool latex- gills which, at his adjustment, settled into the folds of her labia, pressing hard against her clit, and rubbing against that little nerve-bundle with every shift and bounce of the rubber dong. She gasped at the sensation, and he laughed once again, and reached forward to give the cock a squeeze- Toy jumped with a little scream as a tiny spark of electricity shot through her clit.

"Very good, boy. You're learning already, aren't you. You like having your cock squeezed. All boys do. But you're a dirty little slutboy. You only get that when you're very very good. The rest of the time, you'll be sucking cock, and licking ass, and sometimes I might even fuck your tight little ass. Would you like that? To have your big daddy's cock up your little slutboy ass, hmmm?"

Toy's Master nearly rolled with laughter at the look on his slave's face. Then he reached out and grabbed her ear yanking her forward, and onto her knees again. He leaned in, brushing her sore ear with his soft lips, and whispering.

"I bet you're dripping, aren't you whore.... But you're not getting fucked there for a very, VERY long time. Not even if you beg. You're my boywhore. Understand?"

Toy nodded slowly, tears of fear and frustration slipping down her cheeks.

"The new rules. Let's get to those right away, shall we?"

He reached forward and gave her new dick a little squeeze once again, and she chirped at the spark, and nodded.

"y- Yes, Master!"

"That's rule number one. I am Toy's Master. You are not Toy now- you are my cocksucker, Boytoy. Boytoy will call me Daddy. And he is only allowed to say three things unless specificly told otherwise- do you know what those things are?"

Boytoy shook her head slowly, finding it hard to meet her Master's eyes.

"They are: Yes Daddy, No Daddy, and Thank You, Daddy. Understand?"

Boytoy nodded her head, for which her Master rewarded his new boytoy with a hard backhanded slap that sent the newly made boy sprawling to the floor.

"WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU, BOY?"

She scrambled to her knees, her hand to her jaw.

"Yes Daddy, No Daddy, Thank You, Daddy... Thank You, Daddy!"

He smiled. She learned quickly. It's why he loved her.

"Better. Now crawl. No- not on all fours- get down on your belly, cocksucker. Press that fat little dick against the floor. Boywhores are little-dicked begging worms, and that's what I want you to be, got it?"

She hesitated only a heartbeat.

"Yes, Daddy."

With that, she laid herself belly-down on the floor and squirm-crawled to her Master's boots, the flanges of the

chastity-belt cock dragging and pressing hard against her clit, making her moan and cry softly with every inch, her own weight squeezing against it and triggering spark after spark against her now hot and tender little clit. Her Master laughed hard at the sight, and the sound of her.

"Good boy. From now on, when I say crawl, that's what I want. Got it?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"I said you would thank me before we were done- do it, boy. Get that tongue out and lick my boots clean for me. If you do a good job, I might let you suck your Daddy's big cock. You'd love that, wouldn't you? You're a hungry little cocksucker, aren't you, boy?"

"y Yes, Daddy."

"Very good," he grinned widely, "Now lick."

chapter one: Meeting Kim

I was nervous, my palms sweating as I sat at a table in the middle of the bar waiting. After my divorce, my friends felt the need to set me up repeatedly, not that I was having trouble meeting men. I was having trouble meeting and keeping a man. I was sure this would be a disaster, how could anyone know what I wanted more than myself. I was no innocent but I had to admit, if only to myself: I was not doing well past the first date or two, maybe my need for sex was making me too easy of a conquest. I was just so horny and it must have shown on my face because I seemed to be falling into bed with almost everyone. I think my friends were beginning to worry that I might decide to start taking their men to bed so this was a preventative intervention. I looked down at my watch then glanced around the bar, I had shown up just a few minutes late, surely I hadn't missed him.

The waiter came by and put a drink in front of me, "I didn't order this,"I said.

"The man at the table over there ordered it," he said as I glanced over noticing an older man in a suit. "He said to give you this," as he handed me a napkin with an unfamiliar name and phone number.

Well no sense in wasting a drink even if it wasn't from the man I was supposed to meet. I

took a sip and placed the napkin in my skirt pocket smiling, sure that the man I was supposed to meet wouldn't make it past the first few dates either, I never knew when I might be desperate enough to use it.

"So , you just accept drinks from anybody, huh?" a deep voice breathed near my ear.

Startled, I spilled wine down my silk top, my shirt slightly sticking to the tops of my plentiful breasts. Who the hell did this man think he was. Had he been watching me long, I shivered , I guess my date wasn't coming. I started to stand as his hand pushed me back down firmly. Seriously, no man is worth this, I thought vowing never to let my friends set me up again no matter how great the man sounded.

"I guess I should have come over when you first came in , but seeing as you were late I figured that you wouldn't mind waiting for me either, " he said.

Blushing, I looked over my shoulder expecting to see at least a chest, I came face to waist with his muscular hips. I glanced up trying to take him all in, my friends said he was tall he towered over me, even with me in my seat. "Look, maybe this was a mistake, obviously I just need to go." They had not told me how attractive he was either. My top was still wet, I was uncomfortable, and my nipples were getting hard. I need to get out of here, I thought, before I embarrass myself even more (if that was

possible). I tried getting up again, but the firm hand was still on my shoulder, I tried to shrug it off, but it held me firmly.

"Why don't we start over? I'm Jake, just in case our friends didn't tell you, Kim. I was at Cory's house last year, but I guess you don't remember me from that party, we never actually got introduced. I believe you spent most of the night in the bathroom with your date. Who was he again?" Jake's deep voice vibrated through me as he asked that question.

This date just kept getting better and better, my face flaming now as I vaguely remembered

spending that night having loud sex in my best friend's bathroom. Thinking the music was loud enough no one would hear us had been a mistake. Thinking back I realized that was the first of my two date or less streak. "You know, Jake, it has been interesting meeting you but I should just go. I'm sticky and you obviously weren't sure enough about meeting me to bother coming over when I got here. Why did you even agree to this if you had seen me but weren't sure about going on a date with me?"

I felt him sit down next to me, his hand still in place on my shoulder. "Kim, I've wanted to meet

 

meet you for awhile now, especially after hearing you screaming out your pleasure in the bathroom, I just got back to the States. At the time of the party, I was on leave from Iraq. I just finished up my second tour and decided I didn't need to sign up for a third. I was rather surprised to find out you were still single. I was sure you would be off the market, so to speak," he stated, as I felt his large hand blotting my chest

with a napkin. "Sorry I startled you, I never meant to ruin your top, not that it makes it any less attractive clinging to your breasts that way. I guess I felt that if you couldn't be courteous enough to be on time and if you didn't see me standing by the door it wouldn't hurt you to wait. You could have called when you knew you were going to be late. Since you didn't feel the need, I ordered food to go while I watched

you collect numbers, I decided we might as well just go to my place: you obviously need a lesson in manners." His grip moved down my shoulder to my arm, tightening slightly , as he pulled me from the stool. He began guiding me out the back door, one hand on my shoulder, the other slipping lightly into the front pocket of my jean mini skirt, as he fished out the napkin and dropped it into the trash on the way out the door, grabbing a plastic bag with containers of food as we left.

I shivered slightly, becoming wet at the way he just took control of our whole evening. Maybe

this wasn't the smartest move I'd made lately but at least it was exciting. Heavens knows I could use it and my friends had set us up so it was not like no one would know where I was. "Um, Jake," my voice was a little shaky, "maybe I should take my car."

chapter two: A Lesson in Manners

He pushed me against a SUV leaning into me. I noticed his erection pressing against my stomach.

I looked up at him blinking. He was well over 6 feet tall with dark brown hair and very large hands I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so attracted to anyone. I gasped with desire but was a little worried regarding his comment about teaching me manners.

"I think I've waited around for you enough tonight, don't you, Kim? I suggest you get in the

vehicle, before I decide not to wait till we get to my house, and our food gets cold." Jake stated as he opened the door to the SUV and helped me in, handing me the bag of food as he closed the door. I just sat there watching him as he walked around to the driver's side and got in. We were turning down a side street before I knew what to say. He pulled into a moderate sized house in an older, but nice neighborhood, "I bought it when I got home. " he answered my unasked question leading the way to the side door through the garage. As we entered into the kitchen he took the bag from me and placed it on the counter along with my purse. "Follow me, I want to show you something before we eat."

Grabbing my hand, he pulled me behind him as we walked through the front of his house. I

stumbled after him in my high heels, but tried to keep up. I wondered what he was planning on showing me as he suddenly sat down in the middle of a large couch and pulled me across his lap face down , his arm was holding me firmly in place as I struggled against him.

"Kim, you can struggle all you want but whether you realize it or not you deserve this

punishment for a number of reasons. First, for being 15 minutes late and not having the decency to call. Second, for blatantly flirting right in front of me and accepting someone's phone number, a woman would never put up with that shit. But mainly because I've been thinking about you screaming with pleasure for more than 6 months and you didn't even know who I was. I'm sure after this not only will you manage to

be on time for our next date but that you'll make sure not to accept any other numbers either. After this I'm sure you will remember me for a long time."

I kept struggling to get off his lap but he had me held firmly in place his large left hand holding me tightly against him, I could still feel how hard he was, only now he was pressed firmly across my pelvis, my ass wiggling slightly above his thigh. I was flooded with heat, surely this shouldn't have been exciting me so much. I was pretty sure of what he had planned now, my face bright red, as I realized that I hadn't been

 

spanked since I was a child.

"Hey, you can't do this to me, " I yelled "There has to be some type of law against it."

"Kim. I'm going to smack that lovely ass one time for every minute you kept me waiting, and you are going to count them for me. Better get it right I'm sure you wouldn't want me to start over, now would you? Then we are going to eat dinner and, if you are lucky, I'll see you again in a few days for a second date, which I'm sure you will be on time for. Now, shut up, and start counting," Jake stated as he pulled my skirt up just over my bottom and pulled down my panties.I yelled as his hand slapped my left cheek firmly, but not as hard as I had expected , and rubbed lightly afterward "I said count and I meant it. Don't make me tell you again."

"One ..." I called out angrily just as his hand came down slightly harder on the same cheek, just at the curve where it met the thigh. Lifting my ass slightly "two.. three" I barely had a chance to call out,as he continued to spank my left buttock. It was beginning to really sting as his hand lightly rubbed away some of the pain. Then I felt his hand again my ass starting to tingle with pain. " Four," my voice quivered. My legs spread apart slightly, of their own accord. "Five, " I cried out as that blow came down much harder than I had expected; "six," I yelled, tears starting to gather in my eyes, my left ass cheek throbbing, I noticed I was becoming slightly wet from the spanking. "Seven.." I called out, startled,

as he started in on the right cheek, not as hard as the last smack to the left side. "Eight!" I noticed they were increasing in strength again and meeting at the fleshiest part of my rounded ass. "Nine!" I yelped, taking a shaky breath in as he gently rubbed me again making me quiver slightly. "Ten!" I cried out, voice unsteady, I was becoming confused as he spanked me. "Eleven!" sniffling. My pussy starting to throb slightly. "Twelve!" I started crying , tears streaming down my face, Jake stopped for a moment

rubbing both my right and left cheeks where he had spanked me. I noticed he was looking intently at my reddened ass and I shivered as he lightly stroked my pussy right before he smacked it making me jump as I yelped "Thirteen!" I knew he had felt my slickness that time . I was sick. Why else would this make me aroused and wet? "Fourteen!" I gasped loudly, quivering with desire. I was poised waiting for the last blow as he gently slid his hand between my legs -my cunt hot and wet. He rubbed it, stroking up and

down along my slit just brushing my clit. I was squirming against him, not to get away but to get closer to those fingers, wanting to feel them on my clit and inside me , my hips moving with his hand. His hand moved off me, my legs spreading farther apart. SMACK! "Fifteen!!" I howled, as he managed to place the last swat on my swollen pussy.

Resting his hand there as he continued to hold me in place, I realized that he could keep this up all night if he chose to. I began to really cry now, knowing how vulnerable I felt. His fingers were gently caressing, me circling my clit. I gulped trying to stop the sobs as he worked his fingers against my throbbing, wet, swollen slit and opening.

Chapter 3: Taking Kim

He stopped again, this time keeping his hand still in place. I kept waiting for him to remove

it and hit me again. It rested between my legs, my own hips moving against it, wanting him to

continue. "So, Kim, now that you've had your punishment I can stop." I groaned, throbbing against his hand, "or if you are really contrite you can ask me for what you really want."

I hiccuped, thinking while he talked that this whole time I could feel him large and hard against me and I just wanted him inside me now. My voice unsteady and quivering " Please Jake, I-I'm sorry I caused so much trouble, please don't stop now I want to feel you inside me. " He placed two fingers in me and began stroking me back and forth. His hand inside me felt so good but wasn't what I really wanted. I knew before he said anything what he wanted to hear before I got what I needed. "Please Jake , I want your cock in me, not your fingers. Please I promise to be good."

 

He chuckled, bouncing me further against his hand as he relaxed his hold across my back, I

started to push myself up his hand still between my legs fingers moving inside. I moaned loudly with pleasure, my spanking all but forgotten as I squirmed against him. I heard his zipper slide down and noticed him struggling to free his cock and pull his pants down . I tried to help him as much as possible before he grabbed my right leg pulling it over him. Then holding his cock he began sliding it between my lips, the thick bulbous head almost purple, straining to enter me. I arched against him trying to get closer,

wanting to force him deep between my legs, taking him all. he held me back as he gently worked the head into my tight hole stretching me.

I cried out as he first entered me "Yes, Jake, please, more!" I was panting and moaning loudly,

my back arched, my skirt bunched between us as he pulled my ruined top off and unhooked my bra to

tweak my nipples as I slowly slid up and down him trying to take more of him inside. "Jake!" I screamed as his mouth wrapped around my nipple sucking and lightly biting it until it was tight and hard inside his mouth. I was bouncing up and down on his lap now, my head back moaning with each movement. He took my other nipple in his mouth as he used his fingers to play firmly against my clit, my whole body vibrating around him I cried out tensing in pleasure. I tightened around his hard cock screaming his name as he gripped my hips and began pounding into me faster and harder. He groaned loudly as I shook

around him unable to control my orgasm.

"Oh god, yes, Kim." he grunted as he thrust deep inside me. My pussy clenching around him like a glove, I could feel his cock start to pulse deep within me. I ground against him still moaning his name like a prayer as I felt him shutter. "Don't stop fucking me, Kim," he cried out as I rode his cock ,straddling his lap on the couch, just before I felt him start to explode inside me. Hot jets of cum pulsing deep within me; "yes, Kim,yes" I keep moving up and down his shaft as he spent himself within me, my forehead

falling forward against his chest, he stroked my hair lightly. My breath shuddered out of me as I lay limp against him while he held me. I shivered lightly. He reached up and removed his t-shirt, thrusting it at me "put it on since I ruined your top." I struggled into it, still on top of him just before he lifted me off and turned me around, lightly smacking my ass once more. "Hey, go heat up our dinner, before you start more

trouble," as he lightly pushed me towards the kitchen.

How the hell had this happened, I smiled to myself, my ass still tingled a bit but my body was relaxed. I started walking towards the kitchen, large hands grabbed my hips pulling my back flush against his chest, he cuddled me a moment. Then lightly kissed my ear before saying "I'll take you back to your car after we eat. Do you have plans the rest of the week?"

"Uh, no, I don't have plans yet." I answered.

"Good, don't make any we should make this a nightly thing until you learn all your manners, and then the rules, Kim, I can see this might take awhile." Jake stated.

I laughed, thinking thank goodness , now maybe the two date curse will be broken and I guess

my friends really did know exactly what I needed. Even though I'm still not sure I want it. I'll take it any day of the week I can get it.

"Cone now, child," the woman continued. "This is an incredible opportunity for you, if you think about it. Our clients are some of the most powerful people in the world, wealthy beyond belief. Even some of those in your station hold this claim, sent here by their parents, who served the Conclave in their own turn."
"Why, a brothel, of course!" the lady replied cheerfully. "A very exclusive bordello, specializing in very exotic tastes."

"I see," Allison's heart felt like a stone in her chest. "Then I won't be permitted to keep even that much."

"You refer, no doubt, to your virginity," the woman responded chattily. Then, noting the look of surprise on Allison's face, she went on. "We were nearly positive about that, but we need to be certain."

Again, the woman's hand slid slowly down her thigh, but this time it continued to Allison's private parts. With a single, carefully manicured nail the woman followed the natural creases there. "One look tells all," she whispered. Allison tried to cringe away, but any movement on her part was quite impossible.

A little chuckle escaped the woman's lips. "Do not fear for your maiden head," she said softly, all the while gently stroking the place where Allison's clitoris lay hidden. That will be yours until you choose to give it. And if you are smart - and I think you are - you will demand a high price for that privilege."

"You see, we have very strict rules of conduct here. The first rule, the one that can never be broken is that no blood may be spilled. While it is true that some of our clients engage in bloodsport, they partner with those of us who have chosen to remain after their indenture has been served. Their service to these clients is consensual. One might say that they have developed a taste for it." The woman laughed as if she had made a good joke.

"It is for the sake of your virginity that I was chosen as your instructor, rather than one of my male counterparts. It will prove to be a huge bargaining tool for you. Part of my job will be to advise you in using it to your own best advantage. Men can sometimes be, let us say, caught up in the moment, but not all of your instructors will be female."

The woman continued to stroke Allison's most sensitive spot, gradually increasing the pressure. Allison's breathing became more rapid. To her horror, she realized that she was becoming aroused. Her body was betraying her! She tried to think of anything except what was happening to her, but the woman's pressure grew ever more insistent. Her body wanted to squirm and grind against the intruding fingertip. And all the while, the woman stood there, smiling down on her, watching all the reactions play across the youthful face as she increased the pressure and pace of her manipulation until Allison moaned involuntarily and closed her eyes against the sensation.

Immediately, the woman's other hand reached out to the previously tormented nipple and caught it in a vise-like grip between her thumb and index finger. She shook the generous, well-formed breast gently, then smiled her satisfaction as this added stimulation tore through Allison's defenses and she writhed helplessly, fighting against the bonds that held her fast..

"Open your eyes!" the woman commanded sharply. "Look at me!"

Allison's need was evident in her eyes as they locked on the face of her tormentor. "My Lady," she whispered. "Please don't do this."

"Tell me," the woman asked softly as she slowed her efforts slightly. Her practiced fingers could feel the hard bud of Allison's clitoris, now fully engorged. "Have you ever had an orgasm?"

The wave of embarrassment that fluttered across the girl's face let her know in an instant that, although the answer was in the affirmative, her young initiant had never had a partner in this endeavor. Her smile deepened, knowing she would be the first and she increased her efforts ever so slightly.

Right on the edge, she thought smugly, watching the reactions play across Allison's face. Passion warred with determination - and maybe even a little revulsion -but in a few moments more it was replaced with panic. Soon she must succumb to the demands of the flesh and inevitably the animal would emerge. Yes, right on the edge.

The woman's face was wreathed in pleasure now. Of all the myriad tasks she performed for the Conclave, this was by far her favorite. The tearing down of the spirit in order to rebuild it, to make it better, stronger, was deeply fulfilling. And this one was strong already. By the time she was finished, this one would shine like a candle in a darkened room.

"You wish me to stop?" the woman's voice was a mere caress.

Allison nodded vigorously, not trusting her voice at all. Immediately, the woman's hands were gone from Allison's body and she lay panting on the table, her face flushed, her body trembling with pent up sexual energy. She closed her eyes and tried to get herself under some sort of control.

From somewhere in the folds of her gown, the woman brought forth an implement that resembled a small fly swatter. She brought it down sharply against Allison's exposed breast, smiling her satisfaction as the girl gasped in surprise and pain. She swatted the other breast in its turn and Allison glared her defiance. Strong as iron, the woman thought proudly, but I will forge her into steel.

She moved to the head of the table, out of her initiant's line of vision. From this position she began in earnest, swatting first one breast, then the other, in rapid succession. She had the pleasure of watching the tender flesh redden, the nipples pucker and harden to sweet little nubs. She raked a practiced thumb against her own nipple and delighted in the little thrill of pleasure that coursed through her body to settle between her legs.

Still, the swatter rose and fell. Allison whimpered her pain but did not cry out. The woman grew quickly bored with this exercise. Besides, she had other things in mind. She stepped around to view the girl's face. It was beaded with sweat, evidencing the will she had exerted to keep from crying out at the abuse.

"Do you like that?" she asked, now patting each breast softly.

"No, My Lady," Allison whispered.

"Oh, but I give you permission to like it," she responded, still using the swatter to pat lightly. "It is my will that you like it." She stepped up the force of the blows once again. "You do like it, don't you?"

No response. The swatter rose and fell more rapidly, more sharply.

"DON'T YOU?" the woman shouted into Allison's face.

"Yes, My Lady," Allison gasped out the correct response.

"Good," the swatter vanished into the folds of the gown once more. "That is my good girl."

The woman lowered her heat to the girl's breast, as if to inspect the tortured flesh. Her tongue gave an experimental flick across one swollen nipple. Allison shuddered in response.

"Poor baby," the woman murmured, nuzzling first one breast, then the other, teasing the nipples. "This is much better, isn't it?"

There was no response, but the woman decided not to insist - this time. Allison's body was answering for her. Her breathing was becoming irregular and ragged once more, her desire, having already been thwarted once, was now mounting like a tsunami. The woman let her tongue trail down the girl's soft, flat tummy, toward her ultimate goal. Realizing her intend, Allison stiffened.

"Oh," the woman said, deliberately misconstruing the girl's reaction. "You don't want me to leave these precious beauties yet." She deposited a gentle kiss on each nipple and began once more to fish through the folds of her gown. "We have something to keep them occupied," she said, brightly as she produced a pair of small metal clips. With quick expertise, she applied them to Allison's breasts.

Nerve-endings already raw from previous assaults screamed in protest. Allison gasped at the white-hot burning that enveloped her breasts. Her eyes filled with tears that she was powerless to stop.

"Oh, please," she cried pitifully. "It hurts."

"Yes, I know," the woman brushed her fingertip across Allison's now tear-streaked face and placed it in her mouth, relishing the salty taste of the tears. "But we like for it to hurt....don't we." Not a question. A statement of fact.

Allison could not trust herself to answer. Her breath came now in hitching sobs, her self-control a shredded ruin.

The woman flicked her finger hard against the clip nearest her and for an instant an even more intense pain bloomed there. "RESPOND!" she shouted into Allison's face.

"Yes, My Lady," Allison was crying openly.

"No," the woman said, coldly. "I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say the words." She poised her finger threateningly over the clip once more.

"We..we like for it to h-hurt," the girl sobbed.

"Yes, we do," she replied, walking to the end of the table where the girl was spread before her. "We like it very much."

Virgin, the woman thought, a delicacy not often found in her line of work. A banquet fit for a king. She laughed at her own joke. And sometime in the future, a king might very well partake of this feast. The clients of the Conclave were many and varied, but they all had one thing in common - power and money and both in equally staggering amounts. But she would be the first to enjoy this bounty and she applied herself diligently.

Allison flinched as the woman's tongue made contact with her most secret places. Probing, licking, tasting as she went, the woman explored all. She allowed herself the pleasure of pausing at the vaginal opening to savor the sweet-tart juices of the girl's untried sex and was rewarded with a soft moan. She judged that the girl was close, very close, to breaking. But before she could give herself over fully to the task there was one small preparation to be made.

Her hands traveled expertly over the familiar panel of the table's end and she had no trouble finding the compartment or its contents. Her hand closed on the items she would require. Now she could truly enjoy the rest of this first, all-important training session.

The girl was crying softly now, the copious sobs of just a few moments earlier had taken what was left of her energy, but the woman could not allow her to rest. There were other things required of her after they were finished here. As her tongue continued to tease and probe the succulent flesh, the woman thought on Allison's future in the Conclave with something close to envy.

A spasm, then another shook Allison's body as the woman increased the pressure and intensity of her ministrations. She knew from long experience hat the girl could no longer feel the pain of the clips, that the sensitive nerve endings had gone to sleep, but the girl could feel the weight of them still. That would be enough for now. Later there would be other, more inventive ways to hold her interest.

The girl was trembling all over now, whether from passion or futile resistance it was impossible to say. Either way would serve the woman just fine. She knew that this portion of the lesson was coming rapidly to a close, for she could feel the girl's clitoris beneath her tongue, proud and erect as a miniature penis. As she redoubled her efforts her hand closed around the little surprise she had prepared for the finish. She needed to wait only a few moments more.

"No, no, no," Allison chanted softly, her head shaking in denial of the inevitable.

Her hips began to buck and twitch involuntarily as her body sought its release. It would not be denied again, regardless of the messages her brain was trying to send. Animal instinct stole over the girl. There was nothing in Allison's universe except the woman's mouth on her. The tidal wave of her orgasm broke over her, threatening to drown her in its passion. The cry that escaped her lips was long and unbroken.

This was the moment that woman had been anticipating. She slid the plug smoothly through the sphincter muscle of Allison's anus, inserting the entire length of the plug into the tender secret flesh. Her cry of pleasure quickly changed to a scream of outraged pain. Now a bundle of long red plastic strings hung lewdly from between the girl's ass cheeks. The woman thought it might be one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen, the young virgin, spent and panting. The plastic strings falling from the sweet ass shimmering and twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm. The woman doubted her initiant would share her opinion.

She walked briskly around the table, clicking release springs as she went.

"Up," she commanded with alight back-handed slap on the breast nearest her. She nearly laughed aloud at the girl's look of astonishment.

"Up, up, up," she repeated impatiently.

"But, My Lady," Allison said hesitantly. "That is, I ..that thing...I mean..."

Allison paused and dared a quick glance at her captor. The face was a mask of cruel amusement and thinly veiled impatience. Allison swallowed hard.

"I don't think I can stand up with that thing..that thing in my rear end!" she blurted, completely forgetting the honorific.

"Nonsense," the woman replied, hauling on Allison's arm. "You'll be surprised at how fast you get used to it. Now! Up, up, up!"

What surprised Allison was the implication that this thing would be inside her long enough to get used to it at all. She stood on shaky legs, but the woman had been right. The pain was subsiding. The long plastic strands tickled the backs of her knees. She felt ridiculous.

The woman took no notice of her discomfiture. She replaced the clips with different set. Where the others had held the nipple flat, in a vise-like grip, these encircled the tender flesh like a claw. They were lighter, but much more ornate. Delicate scrollwork covered the surface and each one had a thin gold chain attached that ended in another set of clips. The woman applied them to her tortured nipples and, following the chain down, clipped the other end to the lips of her sex. Now, when she stood erect, the clips held the lips apart, opening her, exposing her.

"Very nice," the woman proclaimed, and turned to rummage through another compartment in the table. Allison didn't feel very nice. She felt humiliated and embarrassed.

"You want to treasure your plug," the woman threw over her shoulder as she continued her search. "All initiants wear them."

She returned to the girl holding what was obviously a leash and collar. Allison felt the cool leather encircle her throat as the woman chatted on.

"You will receive three in all, as you go through your training. First red, then yellow for intermediate and lastly blue." She stepped back to admire her charge, grinning viciously as she added, "and each one is larger than the last."

"You will wear your plug always - unless, of course, the lesson is in the pleasures of anal intercourse. In that case, your Master or Mistress will remove the plug and then replace it at the end of the lesson." she continued her instruction. "This protects your virginity as well."

She pulled gently on the strands, causing Allison to shiver with the sensation.

"Primary colors, you see. Primary colors denote virgin initiants. Secondary colors for males and deflowered females."

"Now, public protocol. When standing, legs are placed well apart, arms locked behind your back, head up, eyes down." She kicked Allison's ankles gently, indicating that the girl was not spread sufficiently to her liking. The plug gave an alarming shift as Allison complied.

"Good!" the woman pronounced with a nod of satisfaction. "Now walking. One pace behind me, always. Back straight. Head up. Eyes down. Arms locked behind your back. Let's try it."

She picked up the end of the leash and began to lead Allison around the room. Allison had gone only a few steps when she felt the plug shift again and, of its own volition, her untutored sphincter pushed the vile thing from her body. It clattered to the floor.

The woman gave an exasperated sigh as she bent to retrieve the thing. She did not bother to look at Allison, but went straight to the basin and tossed it in. She requested and received hot water from the Guardian's control center and she rinsed the plug thoroughly.
"Bend over the table," she commanded, walking back to her charge.

"Wh..."

Like a striking cobra, the woman back-handed Allison in the face, then suited action to words as she bodily shoved Allison into the desired position. "Clumsy little twit! No lubricant this time!" she declared harshly as she shoved the evil thing back into place heedless of the girl's screams of pain.

As for Allison, her entire being exploded in white hot agony. She saw bright points of flashing light on the periphery of her vision and she wondered dully if she might faint. The it was over and the delicate muscle closed around the smaller portion of the plug. She held tightly to the table, gasping and blinking back the hot tears that stung her eyes. A remote portion of her brain registered that now some of the strands were wet in spots and sticking to the backs of her legs. She lay there humiliated and ashamed.

After a moment, she felt a tug at the collar.

"Come," the woman said. "Do not fail to hold it in place again, or you will be punished. Come, it is time to go."

Allison whirled around to face her, unmindful of the trappings this woman had forced on her. Bright panic filled her eyes.

"Go? Go where?" she demanded.

Allison never saw the blow coming, but it caught her full in the face.

"Never question a command. Never!" she said between clenched teeth. "You don not speak unless asked a question. You obey. That is all. Obey! Do you understand?"

"Yes, My Lady,"

"Good. Now come. We will be late. Do not embarrass me."

Then, into the room she spoke, "Guardian, release security precautions, Receiving 3. Voice print Diana, Code name Raven."

"Initiant information required for release." came the now familiar voice.

"Voice print Allison, Code name..." the woman paused, carefully looking over her charge. Allison stood as she had been instructed. The shiny chains from the nipple and lip clamps caught the light as she trembled with apprehension. Like a bird, the woman thought, like a small captive bird.

"Voice print Allison, Code name...Wren" she concluded decisively.

The door swung open soundlessly and Wren Followed her Mistress into the corridor...and into her new life.

Here ends Part 2 of Transforming Allison

To be continued...

Allison awoke with a start and looked around in disbelief at the stark room. Aside from the cot where she now lay, the only piece of furnishing was a doctor's examination table, complete with the stirrups familiar to all women. In the corner, she noticed a toilet and small basin. She remembered little of how she came to be here. Casting back in her memory, she remembered only leaving her home to meet with friends at the local coffee shop. Obviously, she had never made it. She was naked and had a foul taste in her mouth. Drugged, then, she surmised, but why, and by whom?
Allison eyed the woman warily. She knew this to be true. She had heard the story of her parents' struggle for success, how they had found a mysterious benefactor to back their first ideas, but it had never seemed real to her. She had been raised with every advantage, but they had wanted her to know that it was due only to their hard work that she enjoyed such privilege. That was called to her attention at every turn.

"But I digress," the woman continued. "So, eventually they came to us. And the Conclave loaned them a huge sum, enough to pay off all the other debtors, so that the only claim was through us. Along with this support came guidance and the patronage of the most influential of our numbers. Your father's designs became much in demand and grew into the successful fashion house with which you are familiar."

"The payment for such assistance is simple enough. The debt is wiped out with the delivery into our hands of the first-born child. That would be you, obviously."

"That's a lie!" Allison spoke with no thought of consequences. How dare this witch! Her parents loved her! They would never have agreed to something so loathsome!

Instantly the woman's hand came down hard between Allison's spread legs, not once or twice but many times in quick succession. Allison screamed in shock and pain, but the woman cared nothing for that as she continued the beating. Allison grew light-headed and thought she might faint. Involuntarily, she felt her eyes roll back in her head as she struggled to remain conscious.. Tears flowed unchecked down he sides of her head. She was powerless to stop them, just as she was powerless to stop any of it.

"I do not lie," the woman stated, letting her hand fall hard on the sensitive area once more. "This will be proven to you." The woman's eyes grew even colder. "Interrupt me again. I would like that very much."

Allison remained silent, seething. She did not believe this vicious, totally preposterous fabrication.

"You will believe," the woman said, as if reading Allison's thoughts. "Are you ready to listen now?"

"Yes, My Lady," the girl whispered.

"Good. Now, let me see...ah, yes, your parents were young and somewhat naive, as all young people are. 'What if we have no children?' the young wife asked, 'because we have never wanted children. We decided early on not to have any.' And they were told that once she was past the age of child-bearing and still childless, the Conclave would accept monetary recompense of the initial loan, with no interest. The only condition being that neither one would undergo a sterilization procedure to insure that they remained childless."

"But they were young and healthy and accidents do happen. They did, in fact, abort her first pregnancy, but that is not allowed you see, under the conditions of the contract. It forced them to now provide a child to the Conclave, the child that should have been theirs, the child that was aborted in secret. But nothing is secret from the Conclave. Again, that would be you. With your delivery into the hands of the Conclave, their debt is paid in full. You are exactly where you are supposed to be, as I promised you in the beginning." She gave Allison a very self-satisfied smile. "You may ask your questions now."

Allison was silent for a time, thinking how to form any comment so as not to receive a punishment. She finally gathered what courage she could muster and spoke.

"How can you think to get away with this?" she asked as calmly as she could manage. "My family will search for me. They will notify the authorities."

"Search? Why would they search? The know where you are. We sent word to them immediately we had you in custody. And as for the authorities, well, that is unlikely, since it is just as illegal to sell a person into slavery as it is to buy one. They have given much for the success of their business. They won't throw it all away at this late date, and face imprisonment in the bargain. No, I can't see any help coming from any quarter. No help at all."

But Allison's mind had seized on only one word.

"Slavery?" she whispered.

"Well, that's not truly accurate," the woman smiled. "Of course, that's how the contract reads, but its really an indentureship. You'll spend one year in training and four years in service and then that's it."

"Five years? And then I will be free to go? Is that what you're saying?"

The woman nodded amiably.

"Just like that."

"Yep," the woman nodded, still smiling. "Just like that."

"How do you know I won't go to the police as soon as you release me? What's the catch?"

"No catch," the woman assured her.

Allison let it go. Five years looked like five centuries from where she sat right now.

"I still cannot believe my own parents would have any part of this, this...arrangement."

"Yes, well, it usually comes down to that, doesn't it?" the woman shrugged. "Guardian," she said into the air. "Open a phone line, on speaker, please."

Immediately, Allison heard the familiar sound of a dial tone.

"State your home number, including area code," the woman instructed. When Allison hesitated, she nodded, "Come on girl. They're waiting for the call."

Allison called out the numbers for the Guardian with reluctance. For all her brave words, she knew in her heart that it was possible her parents had actually done this thing. The business was everything to them. Ruth, the housekeeper, had been more mother to her than the woman who birthed her.
The line was ringing now. Only Ruth would be there at this time of day. Both her parents would be at their precious fashion house. They were never home when there was work to be done -- and there was always work to be done.

"Hello?" Allison was shocked to hear her mother's voice on the line. The woman was nodding to her encouragingly.

"M-Mom?" Allison spoke hesitantly.

Suddenly the room was full of the sounds of her mother weeping out her apologies, her regrets, her guilt. Allison's heart hardened a little more with each tearful gasp as her mother went on and on in her explanation - no, Allison thought, coldly, her "rationalization". Oh, yes, she was full of regret, but nothing that a new diamond and ruby tennis bracelet wouldn't set to rights. Why, that would undoubtedly cheer her right up. Finally, when she could take no more, Allison spoke into the room.

"Tell Ruth I love her." she said, glancing at the woman beside her. "Good bye Mother." she tried to fill the speaking of that title with all the disgust she felt at that moment.

"Guardian, end communication,"

Allison's mother was cut off in mid-sob. The woman turned to face Allison, looking insufferably smug. But it was wasted on the girl. Desolation covered her like a hair shirt, prickling and scratchy against the surfaces of her mind.

"What is it you expect of me?" she asked softly, dejected. No more tears. They were all dried up.

"Why, obedience, of course. Total, unquestioning obedience in all things."

Allison simply nodded, her eyes vacant.

This story contains cuckold, tease, and smoking fetishes. If you dislike stories where the women are strong and dominant and the men serve and are submissive, then go find another story to read and criticize.

*

My wife Selene watched silently as I took off my clothes. After putting my clothes in the hamper, I turned around. Selene came over to me and locked my leather wrist restraints together behind my back. I walked to the corner of the bedroom and turned around to face her.

Selene came over to me and unlocked the stainless steel cock cage she'd locked on my cock the weekend before. She fondled my glad to be freed, stiffening cock for about a minute. Grinning, she peeled off her clothes. She's approaching 45, but still looked good naked. My cock twitched a little as she went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Selene had invited her boyfriend, Peter, over for the night. This wasn't the first time he'd come over to spend the night. I'd heard them make love many times, but I'd never seen him. I'd never seen them together, either.

While Selene was in the shower, I thought about how we got to this point in our marriage.

I met Selene 22 years ago. I'd called up an old girlfriend, Tammy, who lived in New Orleans, and asked her if I could join her for Mardi Gras. She said sure, but she'd already invited a girlfriend of hers to join her. I could come along if I didn't mind spending the day with two women. Grinning, I told her sure.

I met Tammy and her friend Mardi Gras morning, at a diner up Canal Street. Tammy and I caught up with each other, while her friend sat quietly. I didn't want to ignore her, but neither Tammy nor her told me her name.

After we finished breakfast, we caught a bus to the parade route. As I followed the ladies on the bus, the shy woman commented, "The fare is 60 cents. I hope you can count that high."

I frowned, and didn't say anything. I sat with Tammy on the bus, and the shy woman sat behind us.

The bus took us to within a mile of the parade route. We got out of the bus and walked. We walked all the way down Canal Street and about a mile along St. Charles Avenue until we found a place we liked to watch the parade. Once we quit walking, the shy woman came over to me and said, "Hi, I'm Selene. I'm sorry about the bus fare comment."

I replied, "Hi, I'm Robert. That's ok. So tell me about yourself."

Selene told me about her college nursing classes, and about her less than happy home life. I told her about the company I worked for, and how I knew Tammy. I was attracted to Selene, and by the time the parade ended it was obvious to Tammy that she was the third wheel. While we were walking back to the bus stop, Tammy told Selene all of the kinky and nasty things she knew about me, thinking that might dissuade Selene from her attraction. Selene just smiled.

When we got on the bus, Selene and I sat together, with Tammy sitting in the seat behind us. Tammy was still annoyed that I had mostly ignored her, but Selene and I didn't care. After we dropped Tammy off at her apartment, Selene and I went out to dinner. After dinner, we drove to a quiet spot along Lake Pontchartrain to watch the submarine races. In between the races, we hugged and kissed like there was no tomorrow.

I stayed in New Orleans an extra couple of days. Selene and I spent all the time together we could. After I returned to Houston, Selene and I talked on the phone as often as I could afford. After Selene finished her semester at the University of New Orleans, she moved in with me. Six months afterwards, we were married in a simple ceremony in a suburb of New Orleans with family and friends as guests.

Selene wanted sex a lot more than I did. Her desire really wasn't a problem for a long time. When we fucked, she would either ride on top of me in a cowgirl position, or she would get on her hands and knees and I would take her from behind. I preferred the cowgirl position, both because I didn't have to do much, and because I could squeeze her breasts and play with her nipples while she was fucking. I think she preferred being on her hands and knees, because she could collapse on the bed, rather than on top of me, after she was satiated.

When I wasn't in the mood for fucking, I would lie on my back, and Selene would straddle my face, holding on to the headboard. She would stay there until she was satisfied. Her body would convulse with pleasure when she had an orgasm, but she usually wanted me to continue nibbling on her clit. Most times she had 2 or 3 orgasms and collapsed tired and satisfied on the bed.

Selene took an interest in the kinky things Tammy told her. Every other weekend, we would take turns topping each other. Selene liked being tied up and having clothespins put on her nipples. She also liked being spanked with a ping-pong paddle and a belt.

I liked her to do things to me or in front of me while I was restrained. We didn't have the Internet back then, and we had to come up with all our own ideas. Selene is an intelligent woman and she came up with quite a few things to do to me while I was restrained. My favorite activity was her restraining me to the bed, teasingly masturbating me, and not letting me cum for hours.

Selene could feel through her fingertips when I was about to cum, so she knew when to take her hand away. She was nonchalant about stopping, usually saying she had to stretch her fingers or wanted a glass of water. After some practice, she got very good at teasingly masturbating me.

Our topping each other continued throughout the years of our marriage.

We were happy together for a long time.

About a year ago, I started having trouble getting and maintaining an erection. At first, Selene was sympathetic. Whenever I couldn't get it up, she would ride my face, or lie down on the bed and have me masturbate her with my finger.

While Selene used a vibrator whenever she felt like masturbating, I noticed that she was masturbating more and more.

This went on for a couple of months. One evening, when we were lying in bed together, Selene asked me, "Would you mind if I had a boyfriend?"

I was surprised but not shocked. I felt that Selene's increased masturbation wasn't going to satisfy her forever. Still, I wasn't expecting her to be so open. Or to ask me.

Feeling a little feisty, I answered, "What if I say no?"

Selene sighed. "I'd try to be faithful to you, but I really miss cock. I don't want to think about it too much, but I suppose eventually I'd either have an affair or divorce you."

Now that was a surprise. Selene's choice wasn't much of a choice, but I felt she was being sincere and honest, both about wanting to be faithful and about an affair. I was quiet for a while, with Selene lying against me on the bed. Finally, I gave her my answer.

"Yes, I would mind, and yes, you can have a boyfriend."

Selene grinned. "Thank you." She kissed me, and straddled my thighs and masturbated me to a pleasant orgasm.

I didn't think too much about our conversation, until one evening a couple of months later. I came home from work, and I couldn't find Selene at first. I looked all over the house, and found her in the bedroom getting ready to go out.

"Hi," I said, coming up behind Selene and kissing her on the neck. "Where are we going?"

Selene smiled. "You're not going anywhere. I have a date tonight."

The memory of Selene's boyfriend conversation came back to me. "Oh. I see." I wondered if I should ask her about her date or not?

Selene decided for me. She stood up, kissed me, and left.

I made myself dinner, and played on the computer until bedtime. I didn't want to wait up for Selene, but I lay in bed wondering about her date. Was it going well? Did I want it to go well? I was tired from work and thinking about her, and I fell asleep before she came home.

After that first date, Selene went out 2 or 3 times a week. I got accustomed to making my own dinner, and spending part of the weekend by myself. I asked her one night about her date, and she answered, "Do you really want to know?"

I was curious about her dates, but I didn't really want to know the details. "No."

Selene smiled. "That's what I thought." She kissed me on the cheek. "I love you, and I'm getting what I need from them and from you."

I was happy that Selene was satisfied, and as time passed, I grew more comfortable with her dating.

The sound of the water turning off snapped me back to the present.

Selene came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head. She had nice brown shoulder-length mostly straight hair. She sat down at the makeup table and put on foundation and rouge.

My mind wandered again.

After Selene got involved with Peter, her topping sessions with me came more frequently. She would insist on my eating her pussy whenever she wanted it, and she would chain me to the bed and teasingly masturbate me.

I enjoyed her topping me, but she wasn't asking me to top her anymore. One Saturday, I asked her if I could top her. She was quiet for a while before she replied, "No. Since I've met Peter, I really enjoy acting like your bitch top now."

Yep. Selene enjoys acting like my bitch top now. She enjoys having me watch her get ready for Peter.

Selene got up from her dressing table. For the time she spent applying makeup, she looked like she hardly had any makeup on at all.

Selene went into the closet and came out with a negligee. After she put it on, I realized she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. While I imagined that her clothes came off soon after Peter's arrival, this was the first time I remembered her not wearing a bra and panties. The sheer negligee didn't leave anything to my imagination.

Selene walked over to the nightstand, and lit a cigarette. My cock twitched at the vision of her lighting her cigarette.

When we first met, I told Selene that watching a topless or naked woman smoke aroused me. She took that comment to heart, and practiced smoking when I was at work. She would smoke for me on occasion in the bedroom, but she wouldn't inhale. The smoke was too strong for me to endure for long, but I enjoyed the image of her smoking as she masturbated me.

After about a year of smoking for me, she gave it up. I was disappointed that I didn't get to see her smoke anymore, but since she didn't really smoke, I couldn't blame her for stopping. I appreciated and remembered the times Selene smoked to please me.

I hadn't thought much about Selene smoking until recently.

About two months ago, after she'd been seeing Peter for a while, Selene started smoking. This time, she inhaled. One morning, she lit a cigarette while she had me restrained to the bed. While she was teasingly stroking my cock, I asked her why she'd started smoking.

Selene smiled and answered, "Because I know you get aroused watching me smoke. I really enjoy acting like your bitch."

Since I wanted Selene to eventually let me cum, I let the matter drop. I assumed that Peter smoked, or he was turned on watching Selene smoke. Maybe both.

Standing restrained in the corner of the bedroom watching Selene smoke in her negligee aroused me. She mostly ignored me. I suppose anything she did would have aroused me after spending a week locked in a cock cage.

The cock cage was quite a surprise.

A couple of weeks ago, Selene restrained me to the bed, and teasingly masturbated me. After a couple of hours of teasing, she asked me if I wanted to cum.

"Yes," I replied.

Selene got up from the bed, and went over to the dresser. She came back, and showed me a stainless steel cock cage. She let the ring and cage dangle from her finger for a while before she spoke.

"After you cum, I'm locking this on. I really enjoy acting like your bitch, and this will make teasing you so much easier for me."

No discussion, no questions. Before I had much of a chance to think about it, she lit a cigarette and lay down next to me. She had me suck on her nipple while she blew cigarette smoke in my face. After she finished her cigarette, she let me cum, cleaned me up, and locked the cock cage on my cock.

It took me a couple of weeks to get comfortable in the cock cage. I figured out how to pee without making a mess, and most of the time my cock was relaxed and I was fine.

However, when Selene and I were intimate, or I was eating her pussy, I was well aware of the cock cage keeping me from getting hard. It wasn't painful, just frustrating at times. As Selene said, the cock cage made her teasing me so much easier for her.

I smiled at my thoughts, and paid more attention to Selene smoking in her negligee.

After Selene finished her cigarette, she left the bedroom. I assume she went to the kitchen to check on dinner for her and Peter.

I was excited thinking about how much power Selene was assuming over my life. Years ago, I'd told her about my fantasies, including the cock cage. Before she met Peter, she wasn't interested in acting out any of my fantasies.

Now that she was seeing Peter, Selene was acting out more of my fantasies. When I asked Selene about why she was dominating me so much, she would smile and answer, "I really enjoy acting like your bitch."

A few minutes later, Selene came back into the bedroom. She took the towel off her head, tossed it in the hamper, and sat down at her dressing table to brush her hair.

My cock twitched.

After Selene finished brushing her hair, she came over to me. She grabbed my cock and pulled, which meant I was to follow her.

We were going to the basement.

I followed Selene down into the living room and down the stairs into the basement. We'd done this several times before, so I knew what to expect. She was locking me in the basement so Peter and her would have the whole house to themselves.

A few days before the first time Peter came over, Selene told me that while Peter was her guest in our house, she was locking me in the basement. She told me I could decide how I wanted to spend the time locked in the basement, as long as my wrists were locked behind my back.

I thought Selene's statement was curious. She could lock the basement door if she wished. "Why do you want to restrain my wrists?"

Selene laughed. "While Peter's fucking me, I want to know that you can't even touch yourself. I really enjoy acting like your bitch."

So I went to Home Depot, and returned with an air mattress, some chains, and a baby monitor. Selene asked me to get the baby monitor, and I thought it was because she wanted to monitor me. After all, I was probably going to be restrained in the basement for 14 to 16 hours. I was touched by her concern.

We went down to the basement, and Selene watched while I bolted a chain to the corner of the basement, and put the air mattress, a sheet and a blanket, and a pillow down where I could lay down. I cut the top off of a 2-liter bottle of soda, and put it near the air mattress in case I had to go to the bathroom while I was restrained.

Selene looked happy at what I did. She told me that before Peter came over, she would lock my wrists behind my back, have me stand in the corner of the bedroom, and watch her get ready. Before Peter arrived, she would bring me to the basement and lock my ankle to the chain bolted to the wall. I would remain in the basement while she and Peter did what they wanted in the house. After Peter left, she would come down to the basement and unlock me.

Selene's idea seemed pretty reasonable, especially since she'd be monitoring me. She put the baby monitor on a shelf close to where I'd be lying, and we went back upstairs.

When Peter came over that first night, everything went as Selene said. After she locked the leather ankle restraint to the chain bolted to the basement wall, Selene turned on the baby monitor, and went upstairs.

I was relaxing on the air mattress, when I heard Selene on the baby monitor. I heard a deep voice answer, and I assumed that was Peter. It dawned on me that she'd left the receiver in the basement, and took the monitor with her.

I realized I was going to hear every word of their conversation, whether I wanted to or not. Even if my wrists weren't bound behind my back, I couldn't reach the receiver to turn it off.

A couple of minutes later, I heard Selene telling Peter about locking me in the basement, and the monitor. At that point, I was pretty sure I was going to hear everything they did.

Peter and Selene had dinner. I guess the monitor was on the dining room table, as I heard everything they talked about. Afterwards, they went into the living room, and had some wine. After that, they went upstairs and had sex. It sounded like the monitor was on the bed with them.

The sounds of Peter and Selene fucking were somewhat exciting, although with my wrists bound behind my back, there wasn't much I could do about it. I thought about Selene thinking about me lying on the basement floor, unable to touch my cock, while Peter fucked her senseless.

Later, their bedroom talk held my interest. It was a lot like the talk Selene and I used to have after sex. Hearing them talk caused me to realize that Selene and I hadn't spoken like that since the last time we fucked. It saddened me to realize that we weren't going to have bedroom talk ever again. Finally, sometime after they had stopped talking, I fell asleep.

I woke up to the sounds of Peter and Selene having sex. Afterwards, I heard the shower running, and later, the sounds of them having breakfast together. I could move my legs some, but my arms were stiff and sore from being locked in one position for so long.

Finally, I heard Peter leaving. After that, I heard static. Selene must have turned the monitor off. After a while, she came down to the basement. She was naked. She looked at me lying on the floor for a moment. She turned off the monitor, took the keys from a hook on the wall, and unlocked my ankle. She led me upstairs to the bedroom, unlocked my wrists, and locked me to the bed. The same bed that Selene had been fucking in just a few hours ago.

I could still smell her scent from the sheets, and the smell of her scent aroused me. She teasingly masturbated me for a couple of hours. She had a couple of cigarettes, but she didn't have to say or do anything else other than lightly stroke my cock. The thought of her and Peter fucking kept me hard until she allowed me to cum.

After Selene cleaned me up, and wiped her hands, she cooed, "So, I see you enjoyed being locked up while Peter and I fucked."

I smiled and said, "Yes I did. The baby monitor was a nasty surprise, though."

Selene looked surprised. "What do you mean? I told you to get a baby monitor."

I explained what I thought Selene wanted the baby monitor for.

Selene laughed for a couple of minutes. After she calmed down, she apologized. "I'm sorry. I understand why you thought I'd be monitoring you. Yes, I was concerned about locking you in the basement all night, but I felt that since I was in the house the whole time, I could unlock you if there was an emergency."

Selene massaged my arms. "However, pain and suffering are not emergencies. I really enjoy acting like your bitch. You have no idea how much it turned me on while Peter was here, thinking of you locked in the basement, listening to us."

Actually I had some idea. It'd been a long time since I'd seen Selene so serene. I'm sure that Peter took very good care of Selene and her need for cock.

Slipping on the bottom step brought me out of my thoughts. Selene caught me, and kept me from falling. She led me over to the corner of the basement, and locked my ankle to the chain bolted to the basement wall.

Selene walked away, and I thought she was leaving. She stopped, took something from the laundry cabinet, and came back to me. When she opened up her hand I saw a Kali's teeth cock cage.

A Kali's teeth cock cage is a metal cylinder with spikes on the inside. Once locked on a cock, it's painful for the man if he gets an erection. I knew that the spikes would be digging into my cock many times during the night while Selene was enjoying herself. I knew that her thinking about my pain and suffering while fucking Peter would arouse her even more.
Selene locked the Kali's teeth cock cage on my cock. She got a cigarette and stood in front of me, smoking. I winced a couple of times from the pressure of the spikes while I watched her enjoy her cigarette in her negligee.

Selene put the cigarette out. She looked at me, and said, "I see the spiky cock cage works as advertised. I hope listening to us fuck won't be too painful for you." She kissed me, looked into my face, and said, "I really enjoy being your bitch."

As I watched Selene turn on the baby monitor and walk upstairs, I wondered what future torments she had in mind for me. I was glad to make her happy the only way I could anymore.

"I still don't feel any different, master." Jodie sat on the bed, wearing nothing but her collar. Ian rarely permitted her to wear clothes during the evening, except for occasionally ordering her to put on one of the many slutty outfits he'd bought her. She always wore a collar, however: an elegant choker when in public, and her slave collar at home. It constantly reminded her of her position, and more often than not, that alone was enough to keep her in a perpetual state of very mild arousal.

"Give it time," said Ian as he looked down at her, taking in her beautiful curves once more. Going on looks, she was way out of his league. He stood over her, unshaven, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. He knew that strangers often looked at them, wondering how he managed to get a woman like Jodie. It was simple. He did something that people like her enjoyed. He fulfilled a role they needed in their lives - and he was good at what he did.

"Remember the time we went to that fancy Chinese restaurant?" reminisced Ian, rummaging around in a bedside drawer. "Beneath that elegant dress of yours, you were wearing those rubber knickers I got you, keeping this little device inside you." He pulled out a miniature vibrating egg. Using its remote control, he turned it all the way up, then back down again, and finally off again. The last time he had to change the batteries half way through what they were doing, it had spoilt the mood. He always learnt from his mistakes.

"I kept you on the verge of having an orgasm for the entire meal," he continued, spreading some lube onto the device and rubbing it around with his finger. He walked up to Jodie, who was already lying down on the bed with her legs spread open, openly revealing herself. It had been months since he'd had to order her to do something obvious like position herself appropriately for something she could see he was about to do. She also learnt from her mistakes.

"When you stifled that gasp, I swear I thought the waiter was going to drop our dessert." Ian slid the egg into Jodie's cunt. Her whimper was so quiet that it was barely audible.

Ian ran his fingers along Jodie's labia before pressing them together.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm fusing your labia together," explained Ian.

Jodie felt her labia tingling and sticking together. She was suddenly overwhelmed by panic.

"What the hell are you doing?" she shouted. She leapt up off the bed and scrambled to pick up her pocket mirror. Studying herself, she almost dropped it in shock.

"I told you." Ian's voice, as always, was completely calm. "I fused your labia together to keep the egg inside you."

Jodie traced a finger along her labia. The join was almost seamless. Putting the mirror down, she tried to prise them apart with her hands. It was no use. They were firmly stuck together, as if she'd been born that way.

"I think it just kicked in," speculated Ian, a hint of excitement sparkling in his eyes. "You'll have to learn to trust me," he said in a more stern, almost disappointed voice. "You'll also have to learn not to talk back to me or run around frantically, no matter how scared you are. You must respect and obey me at all times."

"Sorry, master," apolagised Jodie quietly. She gazed down at the floor.

"I'm sure you'll do better next time," said Ian softly. Perking up, he continued, "but that still won't let you off your punishment. You know the rules. If you can't talk to me with the appropriate amount of respect, you won't be allowed to talk at all."

Jodie nodded, still staring at the carpet. This was the part where he would lock the head harness on her, forcing its bright pink ball gag into her open mouth. When she was aroused, having to wear the harness turned her on even more. It would have been enough to make her purposefully speak out of line in order to have it locked in place on her, were it not for her genuine desire to please her master.

The only down side was that he had a knack of keeping it locked on her even after she had orgasmed and returned to her regular mindset. Having to wear it when she wasn't aroused was a major nuisance, which is why the punishment usually kept her in line when she would otherwise have slipped up. Besides, her master was beginning to run out of excuses for her not being able to answer the phone when her friends called while she was gagged.

"Look at me, my pretty little slave," said Ian, lifting her chin in his hand. She looked up at him, gazing into his authoritative eyes. "Seal your lips together," he ordered.

"Excuse me, master?" asked Jodie, confused. Before Ian had a chance to elaborate, she felt her lips become sticky and merge together the same way her labia had. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, but he just returned her gaze with a knowing smile, as if he was aware of something she couldn't comprehend.

Jodie scurried to her full-length mirror and, looking at her reflection, let out a loud but completely muffled scream. She no longer had a mouth. Her flesh was seamless: smooth, pale skin from nose to chin, from cheek to cheek.

"Try to remain calm," said Ian in his smooth, calming voice. "I won't let any harm come to you. Do you understand?"

Jodie slowly tore her gaze away from the mirror in order to look up at her master. With a great deal of effort, she took a deep breath, then slowly nodded.

"Good," he said, a reassuring smile crossing his face. "Then let's begin."

Jodie examined the pleated miniskirt Ian had told her to put on moments earlier. She never had liked it very much, but he assured her that it made her look even more attractive than she already was.

Tonight, however, the skirt was different. For a start, she couldn't take it off. Usually when she couldn't take it off, it was because Ian had ordered her not to, but tonight it had actually become a part of her body. She was just as physically incapable of removing it as she was of removing her ears. Even more bizarre was the realisation that - and however inconceivable it seemed, every caress of her own fingers on her skirt confirmed this - it wasn't just any part of her body, but an erogenous zone. She gently stroked it, as if making a small enough motion with her thumb might go unnoticed by her master.

"Go ahead," encouraged Ian. "I'll allow you to grope and fondle yourself as much as you like tonight. Without access to your clit or cunt, you won't be able to orgasm without my permission anyway."

Only once every week or two did Jodie's master give her permission to pleasure herself. Now that she finally had it once more, she became much more vigorous in her exploration of her newly reshaped body. She alternated between gently stroking her labia with her fingertips, firmly cupping her crotch in her hand, and caressing her skirt's pleats. The new sensation it gave her made her tingle all over.

Her master was right, though, as always. It wouldn't be enough for her to orgasm.

Ian smiled down at her. "Are you ready to talk to me with the appropriate level of respect, slave?" he asked.

Jodie nodded, gazing up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Then you can have your mouth back," he said. "But you'll have to put it to good use."

Jodie had been his slave long enough to understand the euphemism. She unfastened his jeans, and as she pulled down his underwear, he brushed his finger against her lips, bringing them back. She opened her mouth and instinctively breathed through it for a second before her master unceremoniously thrusted his dick into it. She moaned, half in surprise and half in the warmth of the familiar ritual.

Although servicing her master orally didn't give her any physical pleasure, it reinforced her position as his slave to give him such intense pleasure while receiving none in return. Picturing how slutty she must have looked while doing it, letting someone violate her mouth like that, aroused her even more.

Grabbing her long, wavy hair, Ian pulled his slave further onto his shaft. She bobbed her head up and down, eagerly sucking at her mouth's intruder. She playfully caressed it with her tongue, flicking it against his helmet or wrapping it around the sides of his stiff erection.

"That's a good slut," encouraged Ian in a soothing voice as he continued to rhythmically pull her face towards his crotch.

Eager to please her master as best she could, her sucking and licking gradually got more intense, and before long, Ian let out a satisfied grunt as he ejaculated into her mouth. She dutifully licked every part of his member clean as he slowly withdrew.

"Very good, my little slut," encouraged Ian as he pulled his underwear and jeans back on. "As your reward, I'll let you masturbate until you orgasm."

"Master, I don't think I'll be able to orgasm without being able to touch my clit," protested Jodie.

"No," corrected Ian, "you won't be able to orgasm without my permission. If I order you..." He thought for a second, then grinned. "_When_ I order you to orgasm, you won't be able to avoid it. Remember, your body is completely under my control now."

"Yes, master," said Jodie. She wasn't convinced, but she wasn't going to contradict him, especially when he'd been right about everything else.

Jodie sat cross-legged on the bed, caressing her groin and skirt while her master sat behind her, groping her breasts. Occasionally he'd lick his fingers before resuming with a renewed passion for pleasuring her.

"You're such a slut," he whispered in her ear before kissing her on the neck, all the while caressing her erect nipples. "Look at you, pleasuring yourself like that." He gently nibbled her earlobe. "Tell me what a slut you are."

"I'm a little slut," said Jodie, slipping into another familiar routine.

Ian pinched her nipples firmly. "Whose slut?" he demanded.

Jodie let out a pained whimper before answering. "Your slut," she said.

"Louder."

"I'm your little slut," she yelled, her voice trembling as she cupped her groin and started to rub it more forcefully.

"Again."

"I'm your little slut!" Her master squeezed her breasts again. She practically melted in his hands. "I'm your little slut!" She was building up momentum rubbing her groin. "I'm your little slut!" Even the words she said were increasing her arousal, contributing to the intense feeling that was blocking out the whole world except for her, her master, and the bed. "I'm your little slut, I'm your little slut, I'm your little slut!"

"Come for me," ordered Ian. He withdrew one of his hands, and before Jodie had a chance to wonder why, the egg inside her started buzzing, building up quickly to a frantic pace. "Orgasm for your master like the owned little slut that you are."

Jodie screamed with pleasure. Waves of both intense passion and release flooded her body and mind as she writhed uncontrollably in her master's arms. The feeling was only enhanced by knowing that even her body's uncontrollable urge to orgasm had now been tamed. She still had no control over it, but clearly her master now did.

Richard Secourt watched his television screen raptly, half in awe and half in amusement. Bouncing across the screen was an amazingly awesome blonde beauty with the biggest set of tits he had ever seen. She was wearing a one piece red swimsuit and running down the beach, and those immense jugs bounced up, down, and sideways. How she avoided putting an eye out was beyond him.

It was then that the back door slammed and a feminine roar bellowed out, "You bastard! Where were you?!"

Richard came out of his trance and looked up from the television wildly. "Oh, shit!" he muttered to himself. He had completely forgotten that he had to pick up his wife, Wendy, from the tennis club she had been at. Her car had broken down and a friend had given her a lift, but he had promised to meet her and bring her home. Glancing at the clock on the wall above the TV, he saw that it was almost two hours late! He had, in fact, been on the way out when the HBO channel that he had been watching announced the afternoon feature, which seemed to be along the lines of 'Beach Bimbos In Lust." He had watched for a second, then the second dragged into minutes, and he completely forgot Wendy. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he settled back to watch the Saturday afternoon soft porn.

He barely had time to stand up when Wendy burst into the living room. She had a full head of steam and was roaring down the track. "You BASTARD! You were supposed to pick me up two hours ago! Where the hell have you been?!" As Richard began gurgling out an apoplectic response, Wendy turned slightly and noticed the television set. The set now showed a pair of bimbos walking across the beach in minuscule bikinis. Whirling to face her husband, her face red and enraged, she screamed, "You goddamned son of a bitch!" and swung a fist at him.

Sputtering an apology, Richard blocked Wendy's first arm, but was caught off guard when she threw a second punch. Thrown off balance, he felt himself falling against the couch. He reached out and grabbed Wendy's arm, pulling her with him, and the pair twisted and fell onto the sofa heavily. Richard found himself laying atop his wife, who was face down on the cushions and screaming at him incoherently.

He liked the view. Wendy was still in her tennis outfit, a white cotton top and a sports bra, and loose white shorts that he could see her thin bikini panties through. He smiled at the sight of the shorts pulled taut against her ass, and idly reached out a hand to caress it. Wendy Secourt was a fine looking woman, slim with a trim build and perky tits, a deliciously shaped ass, and the most perfect legs her husband had ever seen. Now, as he glanced down at his wife's posterior, he wondered to himself why he would think they were having a problem, and why he was starting to sniff around that little secretary at work. This was just fine...

"You bastard! What the hell do you think you're doing now!? Take your hands off me you son of a bitch! Get off me and let me up!" Wendy yelled at him, breaking his concentration on her butt, struggling beneath him. "Get up!"

Something inside Richard snapped. He could feel it breaking, along with his patience and forbearance. He had never hit a woman in his life, had never been tempted to, and had been disgusted by men who proved their masculinity by beating their wives and girlfriends. Now, a hint of their rage came to him, and he enjoyed it. Bringing his hand down hard on the taut cloth, he gave his wife a resounding SMACK, and said, "Bitch! I'll damn well get up when I feel like it!" Spanking her a second time, he delighted in the way her asscheeks shook and yelled back at her, "You're my wife, and if I want to touch your ass, I damned well will!"

Wendy could not believe the change which had come over her husband. Richard was the most gentle man in the world. Too gentle, in truth, since she had recently begun an affair with a man from her office who was more...forceful. He made her do things that Richard never asked for, and she craved the attention. Pushing up against the cushions, she fought back against Richard, and was astonished when a third SMACK rang out, a hard slap on her ass that pushed her back down.

"I SAID TO KNOCK IT OFF!" he roared. Wendy sank down into the cushions, half in fear, and Richard looked down upon her pleasantly. This was much better, he thought to himself, watching her move as she breathed hard, her buttocks glowing pinkly through the thin white cotton shorts. Realizing that he had a raging hardon, he knew the best way to take care of it. Grasping the waistband of Wendy's shorts, he pulled them down, then repeated the process with her panties.

"You bastard! Take your hands off me! If you think that I would let you..."

"SHUT UP!" he roared. He fumbled his own pants open and pushed them down far enough so that his cock sprang into the open. Wendy continued to struggle beneath him, trying to push him away, but Richard wanted it all. Moving over her completely, he pushed her legs apart and then shoved his cock inside her from behind. Bucking against his wife, he pushed inside her until he was completely in, then surveyed his situation with a massive smile.

Wendy gasped at the unwanted and forceful intrusion. Her pussy devoured the cock eagerly, throbbing and spasming around it, as her breath became ragged. She sighed as Richard began fucking her fiercely. This was undoubtedly her favorite way to screw, and the cock rampaging through her cunt was driving her nuts! Even as she rebelled at her rape, she bucked back against her husband, urging him on.

Richard Secourt began moaning and groaning as he fucked his wife's cunt. 'She must really have wanted it!', he thought to himself, noting that her pussy had been soaking wet when he entered it. She must have creamed her pants right there on the couch! He slammed into his wife, fucking her madly, while she moaned quietly. Finally it was too much. Arching his back he thrust his cock into her as deep as he could; grunting loudly, his cock sprayed her pussy with his hot come.

Richard collapsed on his wife's back, breathing heavily, and moved slightly to one side, pulling his cock from her pussy. It slid out with an audible PLOP, and their come began seeping out of her gaping cunt. "That was pretty good, hun.," he commented. He looked down at his wife's ass, noticing pleasurably that his cock was still half stiff. Maybe a second bout would develop.

"You bastard!" she shrieked. "You raped me!" She began struggling out from under him.

"Rape! That was the most cooperative rape I've ever heard of!" he said in disbelief. "Are you telling me that you didn't enjoy that?"

Wendy continued struggling in her husband's grasp. How dare he? "You son of a bitch! No, of course not. A real man doesn't have to rape a woman. Now get up and leave me alone!"

Richard stared down at the woman he had just screwed and his anger reached the boiling point. Trapping her underneath him, he brought down his free hand, hard! SMACK! SMACK! "You bitch!" he roared. SMACK! "How dare you?!" SMACK! "You liked it just fine and you know it." SMACK! "You came, I felt it!" SMACK! SMACK! "You horny bitch, you wanted it!" SMACK!

Wendy cried in agony as Richard beat her bottom until it glowed hot and red. She was crying, sobbing from the pain even as her pussy went on overload, flooding her thighs and the cushions of the couch with her come. Even as she complained, she knew, deep inside, that she was coming like she had never come before! When Richard positioned himself behind her for a second fuck, her body betrayed her, spreading her legs as wide as possible and thrusting back as he thrust inside her.

"Hump it, you bitch!" Richard cried, settling in for one of the best fucks he had ever had.

Wendy humped back at him greedily, moaning and crying out as she came wildly. Her bottom tingled as her husband bucked against it, the pain subsumed by the incredible desire she had to fuck. She was in the midst of her second Big O when she felt Richard collapse, his hips twitching as he shot off inside her a second time. Amazingly, his cock stayed stiff, and her grasping pussy began working at it.

"You liked that, huh, bitch?," taunted Richard cruelly. "You want me to fuck you like that, don't you!" His hands slid up under her, pushing her tennis outfit and sports bra up above her aching tits. He reached up and grabbed her wrists, pushing them effortlessly under her and down to her sodden cunt. As soon as they were they, her fingers began working her frenzied clit. Richard reached around her to cup her tits, pinching her little nipples cruelly. Leaning down so that his lips were at her ear, he whispered, "Now, bitch, make me come, now!"

Wendy began fucking a third time, lost in a haze of lust. Richard hammered her from the rear, grunting and groaning with the effort. Wendy lost track of the number of times she came. By the time Richard shot his third load into her overflowing pussy, they were both sweaty and bedraggled. Richard collapsed and slipped down beside her on the couch, to look at his wife and smile.

Wendy smiled as well. "You're forgiven.," she announced.

Richard was too tired to spank her for that.

***

Richard smiled as he looked at the other end of the couch. It was massively stained with his and his wife's mixed juices from the incredible fuck session of the day before. Neither of them had done anything like that before. It was so out of character as to be incomprehensible, but it was also the best sex he had ever had in his life! He and Wendy had never screwed like that before, even on their honeymoon two years ago. Why the hell he had thought she was dead in the sack, and he needed to chase skirts elsewhere, was beyond him.

Even last night had been better than average. While he had napped on the couch half-naked, Wendy had slipped into the bathroom and not simply showered, but taken a bubble bath. She had shaved her legs and trimmed her pussy hair, primped and preened, then had donned a silky little peignoir and heels. She had worn that the rest of the day, even cooking supper dressed in the transparent nightie, a ghostly smile constantly on her face. That night, Richard had eagerly joined his wife in bed, rather than watch a late movie, and the pair of them had made love, Wendy wrapping her arms and legs around her husband, whimpering as he slowly moved against her.

Richard woke the next morning when Wendy left for church. A less than religious man, he only went at Christmas and Easter, but his wife went every week. It boggled his mind that she found nothing incompatible with being a devout Catholic and fucking like a bunny and using the Pill. He had gotten up as she left the house, showered and shaved, and made himself breakfast. He put on a pair of shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, then sat down to watch the Sunday morning news shows. His mind was half on the latest crisis-of-the-week, and half on the incredible sex that he and Wendy had gotten into the day before. If they could only keep going like that...

When Wendy came home and her husband saw how she was dressed, something snapped inside him, and he knew what to do. She was dressed in a very nice, very conservative, navy blue suit, with a knee length skirt, long sleeved jacket, a frilly white and completely opaque blouse, and low heeled shoes. Just what a God fearing woman wore to church. He knew she would change, probably into jeans and a sweat shirt.

Wendy approached her husband on the way through the living room to their bedroom, stopping by his side to bend down and kiss him. When she stood up, he put a hand out, to hold her leg and keep her in place. "Go put on a short skirt, and a blouse, and those high heeled sandals I like.," he ordered, then let her escape.

Wendy was stupefied as she moved away from Richard and down the hallway to their bedroom. He had never treated her like this before, like nothing but a sex toy. He was a loving and caring husband, and would probably become a wonderful father. They had talked about having children, and she had wondered if that might help their marriage out. The spark had gone out, or had it? Why, he was treating her just like Bill!

As Wendy stripped her clothing off, she wondered just what it was about Bill Sears that got her pussy so wet. She had known him for almost a year, since he had transferred into the office, but nothing had happened until about a month ago. They had been away, in Chicago, at a conference, when he had invited her to the hotel bar for a few drinks. She had downed more than she should have, and had then agreed to go back to his room for a nightcap. Wendy had known that she was playing a dangerous game, but it seemed so harmless and exciting.

It was the most surprising thing when Bill unlocked the door to his room and ushered her in. He poured her a drink from a bottle on the dresser, then smiled and said, "Get undressed." She had goggled at the crudity, knowing this was adultery, but had undressed anyway. They had fucked nonstop till the next morning.

Now her own husband was treating her this way, and she felt the same heat between her legs that Bill generated. They had gotten together a handful of times since, nooners at lunch or taking a few hours off early, and Bill's orders were the same - get undressed and do what she was told.

Wendy slipped out of the suit, hanging it up, and pulled a shorter skirt off a hanger. She pulled it on, then slipped into a pair of high heeled pumps. They weren't the sandals Richard wanted, but she was sure they would do. She walked back out into the living room. Maybe she was mistaken, and Richard was taking her out to lunch.

Her husband took one look at her, and the look of disgust on her face convinced her she was wrong. "Jesus, can't you get anything right? I said a blouse, short skirt, and sandals. Did I say anything about a bra?"

Wendy simply shook her head, 'No.'

Richard continued on in the same vein. Pulling her to him, he lifted her skirt awkwardly, to see that she still wore her panties and pantyhose. "Did I say anything about panties and hose? Didn't I say a short skirt? Didn't I say your high heeled sandals?" At each question Wendy answered mutely, afraid to anger her husband even as her pussy started churning juice, soaking her panties.

She stepped back slightly. "How short a skirt did you want me to wear?," she asked. She knew it was an idiot question even as it passed her lips.

"Start pulling it up and I'll say when.," replied Richard.

Wendy grasped the fabric and began pulling it up her thighs, bunching the fabric in her sweaty hands nervously.

"Stop!" cried her husband.

She looked down and saw that the skirt was only inches below the junction of her legs. She didn't have any skirts that short! "But, I don't have any..."

Richard interrupted her. "That's your problem, fix it. Take your time, but do as you are told from now on." He turned his wife around and delivered a healthy spank to her cutely rounded posterior, then pushed her back down the hall. Wendy whirled around in anger, then seeing his face, scooted down the hall to change. Her husband thought things had gone fairly well.

Wendy's mind whirled as she stripped off the clothes she had so mistakenly worn. Tossing the hose and underwear in the hamper, she vaguely contemplated putting the blouse back on, but something in her husband's eyes had warned her about this. Tossing that in as well, she pulled a much prettier blouse from the closet, one that she normally wore with a camisole or full slip. She put this on, and as she buttoned it, noticed that her breasts and nipples were on total display. A flash of heat went through her pussy.

Next she began pulling skirts out of the closet, and when nothing proved suitable, yanked open all the drawers in her dresser. Nothing! They were all just way too long, even what she considered the short ones, the ones she could never wear anywhere, but that her husband had once bought her. Dejected, she slipped the high heeled sandals on strapped them around her ankles. On the plus side, she didn't mind wearing high heels; she knew she had nice legs and the sandals did look good on her. Then she spotted an old skirt, one from her college days, well worn and undoubtedly due for the rag box. It was a cheap and gaudy cotton skirt that buttoned up the front. Realizing that it could be destroyed without cost, she held it up to her waist and measured it, then grabbed a pair of pinking shears and shortened it drastically. She buttoned it around her waist, then walked back down the hall to her husband.

Richard was delighted at the sight of Wendy sashaying towards him in the scanty outfit. Her tits jiggled wonderfully inside the sheer blouse, her nipples proud and erect, pushing the thin fabric out. Still, it would not be good, to go easy at this point. Putting a stern expression on his face, he ordered her forward. Twirling his fingers, he had her walk back and forth before the couch, turning like a walkway model. God, but she looked good.

Wendy was so turned on that she was sure that her husband could smell her cunt juice. She stood proudly before him, waiting for him to order her around. Still, she was surprised when he asked, "Are you still wearing a bra?" The blouse was sheer; anybody could see her breasts!

"Can't you tell?," she asked, in some confusion.

"You'd better prove it. Unbutton that blouse and show me.," he demanded.

Wendy smiled as she began to understand Richard's words. She seductively and slowly unbuttoned the blouse, then slowly peeled it apart. Reaching inside, she cupped her breasts and displayed them to him. "Okay?," she asked.

"What about the panties? Remember, I said, no panties?"

She continued to smile. The skirt only had three buttons left, the one at her waist and another two lower. She gave a small bump and grind, then undid all but the one at the waist. She spread the skirt wide and ran a finger through her pussy lips, then licked it off. "All right?"

"Yeah, fine, slut. Now, get down on your knees and take care of business.," said Richard, pointing at the obvious boner in his shorts.

Wendy gasped quietly as her husband called her a slut. That was what Bill called her when he was fucking her! She knelt in front of her husband and crawled forward on her hands and knees. Her hands were trembling as she undid his shorts and tugged them off. She stared at the cock waving in her face, then leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

Richard was in heaven. Wendy rarely sucked him off, and when she did, it was only for foreplay. She always fucked him. Trapping her head in his hands, he forced his cock deeper into her mouth. Surprisingly, his wife did not gag or complain. She kept sucking, and he knew he was going to come soon. He rapped her on the head gently and she looked up at him, her lips still wrapped around his cock. "Starting now, you are going to swallow. Understand, bitch?"

Wendy mumbled her assent around his cock and went back to work. It was so like Bill, it was scary! Could Richard have learned? Bill ALWAYS made her swallow! The first time she had demurred, and he had simply told her that if she didn't swallow his come, to get out! She swallowed.

Richard was in bliss, his wife sucking his cock, dressed like the ultimate slut, letting him do whatever he wanted to her. Groaning, he whimpered, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" and cut loose, his jism spurting into Wendy's mouth. The only other time this had happened, Wendy had pulled away, gagging and bitching. Now she sucked and swallowed, to lick his cock clean, then lick her lips suggestively. She gave his limp dick a final kiss, then sat back on her heels, smiling.

"That wasn't half bad.," commented her husband. "Been practicing?" Wendy's heart almost stopped, but Richard continued, not noticing. "Okay, stand up and finger yourself off."
At the new order, Wendy stood up. Setting her feet wide apart, she put her fingers between her legs and began moving them over her clit. Her body was on fire, needing the release, and she began gasping and shuddering moments later. Richard stared at his wife hungrily, willing his cock to rise anew, and by the time she had gotten herself off a second time, it was pointing at the ceiling.

"Okay, bitch, get on top and give me the best fuck you've ever given, or it's your ass!"

Wendy practically bolted into her husband's arms, straddling him on the couch and lowering her sopping wet pussy onto him. She kept her fingers between them, at their crotches, playing with her pussy and toying with his cock as it went in and out, in and out. Richard leaned down and began biting and nibbling her puffy nipples, sending his wife over the edge. Wendy began thrashing on his lap, coming hard, as pussy juice began dribbling from her cunt. The feel of his wife's cunt spasming around him sent Richard over the edge. His balls exploded, pumping a fountain of come up into his wife's cunt.

Both husband and wife were too fucked out to continue. Richard allowed Wendy to climb off his lap, then they both cleaned up. Wendy made lunch and served up sandwiches and beer, still dressed, or undressed really, in the same outfit. It was not until mid-afternoon that Richard started tormenting Wendy again.

Richard needed to relieve his bladder of the two beers he had consumed at lunch. Coming out of the bathroom, he glanced at his wife's nightstand and a mad thought came to him. He quietly rifled through the drawer and slid what he wanted into his pockets, then went back into the living room. He seated himself back on the couch, then gestured to his wife. She had been sitting in her armchair, her clothing still undone and disheveled, reading a magazine.

"Yes?," she asked.

"Come here, now!" he ordered.

Wendy stood and came across the room with a certain degree of trepidation. 'What could he want now?', was going through her mind.

When his wife was within arm reach, Richard took his wife and pulled her closer. He kept pulling until she was forced onto his lap, and he positioned her so that she was laying face down, across his lap, so that her ass was in his face. He pushed the back of her skirt up and perused the magnificent view. Stroking her asscheeks gently, he spread her thighs slightly so that he had an excellent view. "Very nice.," he commented, "but I think something is missing."

"Richard?!" asked Wendy, confused.

Richard reached into his pocket, unseen by his wife, and removed the larger of the two objects. It was a vibrator, about six inches in length and an inch wide, that he had bought for her as a joke their first Christmas. She had allowed him to use it on her that one time, but had refused to do so again, saying she didn't like such disgusting toys. Now, as he contemplated it, he could sniff her pussy scent on it, and knew she had been lying to him! He smiled. Resting one hand upon her rump to steady her and keep her in place, he slid the vibrator inside her pussy quickly from behind, then flicked it on.

The result was electrifying! Wendy moaned and bucked against him, crying out as her pussy betrayed her. "Unh, unh, unh! Oh God! Oh God! Richard!..." Her husband kept her in place as he shoved the vibrator around inside her sopping wet cunt, forcing it against her clit and her G-spot. Wendy began making inhuman cries as she came wildly, clawing at the sofa cushions, her face twisted with her release. Only after his wife had come twice, loudly screaming as she did so, did he relent, turning the device off and withdrawing it from her. Wendy tried to climb off his lap, but he kept her in place and she acquiesced silently, collapsing onto him.

"Oh, God, Richard! That was...unbelievable!" she gasped out.

"Just the start, my dear, just the start.," was his enigmatic reply. She tried to twist around to question this, but he kept her lying face down. He pulled the second object from his pocket, a tube of petroleum jelly, and twisted the cap off. He gave the vibrator a liberal coating, and smiled as he looked down upon Wendy's delicious ass. He rested his free hand on her gently but firmly, and spread her asscheeks apart. Before his wife could complain, Richard Secourt had slipped the greasy dildo halfway into her rectum and turned it on.

Wendy screamed, more from fear than from pain, as the vibrator began working her asshole over. She cried in panic as Richard pushed it further in place, and she bucked and clawed to get off the couch. Richard had to release the dildo and hold her in place with both hands, ordering her loudly to "Knock the shit off!" Unattended, the vibrator did its work of stimulating her as Wendy succumbed to her husband. Laying there on his lap, she began responding to the vibrator, twitching and humping against Richard's lap. She could feel the immense and powerful erection inside his pants, and knew he was going to fuck her very, very soon.

She was right. "Okay, get up, but don't let that thing fall out. It falls out, I will give you a spanking that will make yesterday look like a love tap. Do you understand me?!" he demanded.

"Yes.," she replied meekly, panting with desire.

"WHAT!?"

"Yes, dear, I won't let it fall out.," she said, slightly louder.

"All right, get up." Richard helped his wife to her feet, one hand helping to keep the humming device buried up her ass. Wendy stood and looked at her husband pitifully. She had never felt so humiliated, or so sexual, in her entire life. Both hands were behind her, holding her ass and the vibrator. The skirt and blouse were barely in place, and her excited and pointy nipples and dripping cunt were on full display. Richard pushed his wife down the hallway. "Jesus, woman, you move like you've got a stick up your ass!" he laughed.

Once in their bedroom, Richard undressed his wife and helped Wendy crawl onto the bed and kneel, face down with her ass pointing at him. She was only wearing the high-heeled sandals now, and one hand was supporting her while the other worked the vibrator in her ass. Richard stepped back and stripped his own clothes off. Wendy was whimpering with the need for a good fucking, and her husband smiled as he squirted petroleum jelly onto his hand and coated his stiff cock. Stepping up behind her, he crawled on to the bed, yanked the vibrator out of his wife's asshole, and stuffed his cock inside.

It took Wendy a second to notice, through her haze of lust and orgasm, that an even bigger object was in her butt. Bill had never done this to her, never even touching her asshole! Fuck him! She didn't need a strange cock when she could get this at home! Coming fiercely, she bucked back at her husband, fucking the cock buried in her ass, clamping down as she moaned and cried. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!" she whimpered, over and over, as Richard rode her to the biggest come either one of them had ever had. He thought he was going to drain out through his cock into her ass, like a deflating balloon. Wendy swore to him later that she could feel every single contraction and pulse as he came.

The pair collapsed onto the bed, Richard on top of his wife, but both were far too gone to care. It was Richard who roused first, and he slipped loose from his wife, and gaped down at her asshole, distended and leaking his come in a stream of brownish-white. He smacked Wendy loudly on the ass, and as she started and looked up at him, he gave her orders for the rest of her life.

"From now on, there are going to be some changes around here. You are my wife, and your entire purpose in life is to satisfy my needs. Do you understand that?," he said slowly.

Wendy goggled at the thought, so foreign to her upbringing, but her pussy twitched at her husband's intentions. "Yes, sir.," she whispered.

"If I say I want sex, you will give me sex. I don't care when, or where, or how. If I want a blow job at the ball park during the seventh inning stretch, you will give me a blow job! Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"From now on, you swallow. From now on, if I want to fuck your ass, I will fuck your ass. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir.," she was meek, yet her nipples were hardening at the thought.

Richard smiled inwardly. "I don't care what you wear to work, but at home, you are to dress like a sex toy. No pants, no panties, no bras, no pantyhose. Stockings only. High heels only. Stuff I can fuck you in easily. Same thing when we go out. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. If you have to go out and buy some more clothing, fine, but do it before I get home. When I get home, I expect a fuck slave on her knees begging to suck my cock. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Another thing - I really do not give a good God damn if you come when we fuck." Richard smiled to himself as he said this, knowing it was a lie. "Your job is to give me pleasure, not the other way around. If you come, fine, but I always will come. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Okay. Any questions?" he asked finally.

Wendy looked up at her husband lovingly. "After I take my shower, should I get dressed, or stay in just the sandals, Master?"

Richard smiled down at his wife and patted her rump. "Good, you DO understand!"

Damian sat in the armchair silently watching Catalina sleep. His mind pondered the day's events as the room darkened with the coming evening. Standing, crossing quietly to the edge of the bed, He gazed down at the peaceful face of His slave, a sharp contrast to the tortured one He had witnessed earlier. Then, her face had been a mask of terror and pain, and much to Damian's surprise, He found He was excited by it. To be truthful to Himself though, it was more the power He realised He had over her that excited Him, not her torment.

For some months now, Damian had been studying the art of hypnosis under the guidance of a trained professional He had met during a lifestyle social event. It was a subject that had fascinated Him since childhood, and on being offered the opportunity to be trained by someone so skilled and respected, Damian found He could not refuse. Initially He was unsure of exactly how He would use His skill in relation to His slave, knowing, yet never fully realising the power it would afford Him. Over time He developed vague ideas, which began to formulate into well-honed plans as His skills and confidence developed. Today He had at last begun to realise how endless the possibilities were, how powerful a Master He could become to His slave, and with that realisation came a rush of adrenalin unlike any He had ever experienced in His life.

Reaching for the bedside lamp, Damian flicked the switch. The glow from it's shade bathed Catalina's face in soft light as Damian lowered himself gently to sit on the side of the bed, taking care not to disturb her rest. Tentatively, He used His hand to gently turn her face so the light could catch the side of her face where a faint bruise could be seen. Catalina moaned softly in her sleep and instinctively rubbed her face against her Master's loving fingers. He stroked the bruised cheek and vowed, although this once He had enjoyed watching His slave slapped across the face, He would never again allow someone to hurt her in such a way, nor would He be so irresponsible as to again risk damaging her face. Slipping the sheet from her body, gently lifting it away from her skin, He observed the marks on her limbs, the bruising and swelling, the evidence of her ordeal. His mind wandered back over the preceding weeks, the first experiments He performed on His slave, testing His skills, and her susceptibility to His hypnosis of her.

After a series of successful minor preliminary tests on Catalina, the first serious experiment had been designed for His pleasure alone, then tested in the company of others. He had hypnotised her, giving her a post hypnotic suggestion, then waited a day to test its effectiveness. That evening as they sat listening to music, His arms around His slave, her head resting on His chest peacefully, He had waited. While she had prepared dinner earlier, He had programmed the memory of the stereo, anticipating the evening, setting the stage for Catalina to unwittingly prove whether He had been successful at gaining control of her mind, or not. He found the waiting unbearable, cursing Himself inwardly for putting on so many songs before the ones that would change their lives forever.

As the first notes of George Michael's 'Jesus To A Child' began, Catalina rose from her Master's arms to stand before Him and seductively dance, as He had wanted her to. She had always found it so difficult, her self-consciousness overcoming her desire to please every time. No matter how hard she tried to erase the negative messages from her past, and all the hold they had over who she was and how she saw herself, she could not push away the barriers in her mind. This time there was no sign of embarrassment or hesitation as she danced for her Master, seducing Him with eyes never wavering from His. The words of the song were expressed for Him in her body movements, her face, her gaze, as she slowly removed what little clothing she wore, and masturbated in front of Him for His pleasure, dancing throughout.

Damian could not believe how easily she had succumbed to His suggestion, her body at one with the music, enticing Him, showing Him all she was feeling. But Damian knew this was just the first stage of His suggestion, and He was finding it difficult to wait to see if His power continued to rule her senses, to have her perform stage two. His anticipation was almost beyond control as the closing bars of the song faded, and were replaced by the sensuous, breathless tones of Darren Hayes 'Insatiable', the song Damian knew always made His slave feel a range of deep emotions, not least of all love, wanton desire, and definitely insatiable. He watched as her movements changed, the pleasure visible on her face, the wetness from her cunt beginning to trickle down her thighs, her face incapable of masking the desire that was burning inside her.

By the time the chorus had begun, Catalina was on her knees begging for her Master's cock, begging Him to allow her to pleasure Him. Leaning back, He unzipped His trousers and slipped them off. Catalina needed no invitation as she sank between His thighs and opening her lips, slid her mouth hungrily over His throbbing erection, sliding down until her lips were kissing His crotch, His thick cock buried deep in her throat. He groaned aloud at the pleasure she gave, the heat of her mouth, it's slippery wetness, her hands caressing His balls, her little whimpers of undeniable need escaping to vibrate her throat against His cock, her breasts full, nipples erect, pressing into His legs as she leant against Him. She seemed to be trying to meld her body to His, become a part of Him. He could no longer resist the urge to take her as she was clearly wanting, her body showing Him in every possible way that she needed Him inside her.

Damian pushed her to the floor, spreading her legs and sinking Himself into her hot cunt, which felt as if it were on fire as it wrapped wetly around His throbbing shaft. Sighing, Catalina lifted her hips to meet His thrust as He entered her, her arms holding Him close, as He slipped a hand between their bodies to painfully crush a nipple between His fingers. She gasped in pain and pleasure at the unexpected squeeze, her pussy releasing even more of its honey to coat His cock and balls. Damian was overwhelmed with His love for His slave, always so ready for Him with or without hypnosis. Usually He took His time with her, savouring every sensation she engendered, but this time He found it impossible to hold back the cum He felt shooting without restraint up the shaft of His cock to flood her warm delta.

As He collapsed beside her, He already knew He had to try this experiment out in the company of others, still not convinced He could so easily exercise such power over His slave. The following week he had invited three men they knew, and whom Catalina found revolting to even contemplate touching. As before, he programmed the music, and had added the suggestion that Catalina remain in her post hypnotic suggestive state until He released her with the phrase, 'You belong to me. ' As before, Catalina performed in the manner He expected when the music began. She danced for all four men, teasing and seducing each in turn, then with the beginning notes of 'Insatiable', began to beg all four men to fuck her, offering her body suggestively, desperately, her need to sexually please overwhelming her.

"Please fill me... I need to be fucked, filled, every hole used. Please... I can't wait much longer.. I need to give you pleasure, feel pleasure, be used... "

Damian was pleased with His slave and had watched as she sucked each man to orgasm, allowing them to experience the pleasure of her mouth before offering her His own cock. She had greedily devoured each cock, wanting more, not knowing how she could quell the fire inside her body. He had taken pride in watching the pleasure she gave through the use of her sex, the offering of herself as whore. They had all taken turns in fucking her cunt and arse, repeatedly giving her what she craved. He watched as each cock explored and used her, stretched her to accommodate their length and girth. As He did not yet want her to know what power He had over her, he had eventually led her into their bedroom with the promise of more, then murmured the words 'you belong to me' in her ear as she lay back on the bed. She came out of the suggestive state with no recollection of what had just taken place. Though a little puzzled as to how she had come to be on their bed naked, when the last memory she had was welcoming their guests, Damian answered her confusion by telling her she had begun to feel unwell and at his insistence, had come to the bedroom for a small sleep. Catalina was still puzzled, but accepted what He told her.

The following week Damian had decided to be daring and try a more public display of Catalina's surrender to His new found power. After hypnotising her and giving her His post hypnotic suggestion, they went shopping at a mall in the next town. After buying a few clothes and CD's, Damian suggested they go for a coffee in a large coffeehouse they had passed. Catalina welcomed the chance to sit awhile with the love of her life and just drink in the beauty she found in His beautiful brown eyes. Half way through their coffee, Damian rose from His seat and told Catalina He needed to go buy some cigarettes, but He would return in a couple of moments. On this cue, Catalina immediately slipped into her trance, and on His departure looked around at the other coffee goers at nearby tables. Seeing a gentleman sitting alone at the next table, Catalina stood up and crossing to stand beside him unzipped her dress and removed it. Turning away from him slightly, she bent over offering him a full view of her pussy and arse, and looking innocently over her shoulder at him, asked if he could see what was biting her.

Damian had watched from behind a post nearby, and on seeing a security guard closing in on His naked slave, spread and open as she was, He crossed to the scene He had designed, to explain Catalina was innocent of any wrong doing. He explained He was her carer and should never have so stupidly left her alone knowing she behaved this way sometimes when feeling abandoned. The guard looked at Him suspiciously until Damian produced a bottle of pills from His pocket and showing the guard, explained Catalina needed regular medication for her mental condition, and was due for her next tablet now. The guard, still unsure, but unwilling to argue after seeing the doctor's name on the bottle, told Damian to make sure He acted more responsible as carer of such an unfortunate innocent in the future, and to cover her up as quick as possible.

Damian assured him He would and apologised to everyone for any embarrassment they might have caused. The man Catalina had revealed herself to looked far from embarrassed, more disappointed his free show had ended so quickly. Damian drew the dress back over Catalina and zipping it up, led her back to their table. Handing her a tablet from the bottle and instructing her to take it, He was delighted when, like magic, as she swallowed the placebo tablet, Catalina returned to her normal self. Noticing the stares from several people, Catalina wondered aloud why they were all looking at them. Damian in an off handed way said maybe she was imagining it and that they should finish their coffee and leave before it got any later. Catalina never suspected anything had happened.

That night she remarked over dinner that she was a little disappointed Master's hypnosis was apparently not working with her and asked Him if there was anything she could do to make it more successful. Damian found it hard to suppress His smile, but had decided He did not want her to know as yet just how well it was working. He wasn't sure why He wanted to keep it from her for now, but followed His instinct. It made Him feel a little guilty when Catalina began to think it was maybe her fault, so He told her he had discussed it with His mentor and found He just needed to work on His own skills more, she was not to worry as it would come together in time.

Standing again, gazing down at the naked, abused body of His slave, Damian contemplated the enormity of the power He now had over her. Since they had entered their relationship as 24/7 Master/slave, Damian had known Catalina had surrendered herself to Him, trusting Him, accepting willingly His power over her. When He had spoken of the hypnosis idea, once again she had shown her love, trust and submission by agreeing unconditionally to participate in His experiment. Damian wondered if either of them had understood at that point that this was the ultimate power exchange. Catalina would submit like never before, and in exchange, Damian would have total control of her, even her mind if, and when, He chose. Damian loved her more than He ever remembered in that moment of realisation, and also knew why He had waited to tell her of their success, and how Catalina, on learning of His unlimited power and control over her, would find it as intoxicating and addictive as He was discovering it could be.

Looking at her body, naked and vulnerable, Damian ran His fingers lightly over her breasts, the bruises on them leaving no creamy skin visible, instead a myriad of colours with swollen, reddened nipples. Moving down her body to her thighs, He again caressed the bruising, gently parting them to reveal her cunt. Catalina moaned, but stayed unconscious as Damian bent her legs back over her hips, lifting and opening her to His view, noting even her now wet cunt and arsehole swollen and surrounded by bruises and inflammation. She had been used and abused more than ever before, and at seeing the extent of her injuries, He was grateful she would never remember any of it, nor would He ever allow her to experience such a brutal assault again. This was a one off event, and though she would in the future experience more of the same, they would never be as severe and brutal as this one.

This had been the ultimate test of Damian's skills, and His slave's devotion to her Master in all ways... her ability to feel her submission and obedience to Him on all levels of consciousness. Damian had prepared carefully, selecting the participant's carefully, making His wishes known to all but Catalina, and the cost to any who dared to step over the boundaries Damian insisted on. He had taken Catalina to a hotel room, telling her not to worry, she would be safe, and all she need do was obey, and remember His rules. Catalina was as usual unable to remember being hypnotised the night before, nor what were to be her post hypnotic suggestions.

Once in the hotel room, Damian had undressed her and sat her naked on the bed, and began to fasten very heavy metal cuffs to her ankles, and then her wrists. As the padlock clicked shut on the last cuff, Damian noticed the change in His slave's demeanour, just as He had programmed to happen. It was a signal He had designed which would begin a process of making Him invisible to His slave within moments. What He hadn't programmed was her behaviour after that. Damian knew He was not only testing His own abilities, but also how deep His slave's submission and adherence to His rules went. Tonight would offer an opportunity to see how deeply ingrained His desires were in Catalina, how much a part of her they had become, how powerful He was in her soul. Crossing to the corner of the room, Damian said He would be back in a moment. Catalina could not see Him sitting there, instead believing He had left her alone in the room.

As she sat on the edge of the bed awaiting His return, she heard the door to the room open. Expecting it to be her Master, Catalina turned to see three men entering. It was clear from the expressions on their faces, and the way they were approaching the bed, that they planned to use her body. She was immediately seized by fear, remembering the rule no-one was to use her without her Master being present, His permission, nor without a condom. Catalina could not see her Master in the room, nor the tray of condoms on the side table. Her mind raced as to how she would prevent this transgression of His rules. As she went to lift her hands to protect herself, she found the weight of the cuffs made it impossible for her to move. Her legs and arms were immobilised by the heavy weight of the steel cuffs. She felt a terror she had never experienced before. She could not allow anyone to use Master's property without His permission, His presence.

Damian could see her terror, and listened as she tried to explain that the men could not touch her. He was proud of His slave, the depth of her commitment to His rules, her efforts to protect His property. He watched as she was grabbed by all three men and dragged to the floor, spread open, and raped. Initially her screams made Him want to stop the scene, but He regained control, reminding Himself He was there to physically protect her if anything went too far, and most of all, she would remember nothing, so not be harmed psychologically by what was happening to her. He was confused and shocked to find He was excited watching her being raped, something He had always been against... but this was not a typical rape. He loved witnessing her struggle, her vulnerability, her inability to prevent the abuse of His property, her anguish and terror, her pain at the hands of others... and the power He had to end or continue it.

Catalina had tears pouring from her eyes as she was forced to suck each man, not seeing or tasting the condoms they all wore. Damian had personally searched for three men who were not only willing to rape His slave, but had huge cocks to fill her fully. He watched as each forced his way deep in her throat, causing her to gag and helplessly gasp for each breath she could snatch. She screamed in pain as two of her assailants pulled her legs apart, further than He ever had, and the third plunged His cock into her depths. Over and over they used her while her Master watched, flipping her over like she was a rag doll. the weights on wrists and ankles preventing her fighting back effectively. He watched with interest as one of the men pulled Catalina over his body and impaled her on his huge cock, and then pulling her arse cheeks open, waited while one of the other men with an even thicker cock eased his way into her arsehole. Damian was amazed His slave was not torn wide open by the onslaught of the two men. He listened as she screamed in pain like never before, begged to be released from her torture, His cock hardening, hungering to also bury Himself in any, and all of her orifices. Soon she was no longer screaming after one of the men had hit her across the face to shut her up... all Damian heard was her quiet sobbing as they tore her body with their brutal force. When they were satiated and could no longer achieve an erection, the men left, leaving Catalina lying on the floor like a broken toy.

Damian had anticipated Catalina may sustain some injuries from her ordeal and asked a doctor He trusted to be on standby to examine her. Crossing the room, Damian knelt and scooped her limp body up in His arms, noticing the traces of blood between her thighs, and soaking the sleeve of His shirt, presumably from her arse. As He carefully laid her on the soft bed, Damian felt a moment's fear, hoping He had not allowed His love to be irreparably damaged. After He rang to the room in the hotel where He had left the doctor to wait, Damian undid the cuffs from Catalina's limbs and whispered the words 'you belong to me' against her tear stained cheek. Though this was the phrase to release her from her hypnotic state, there was no sign from Catalina but a ragged sigh, almost a sob. A part of Him hated Himself for what He had done to her, but another part of Him could not deny the power rush. Opening the door to the doctor, Damian then stood silently by as he examined His beloved slave.
He watched as the doctor felt her limbs, lifted her eyelids and shone a light in each before gently closing them again, Catalina still remaining silent and motionless on the bed. The doctor opened her legs and examined her cunt, cleaning away the blood, then turning her over, examined her arsehole after once again cleaning away the traces of blood and checking all bleeding had stopped. Drawing a sheet up to cover her nakedness, the doctor stood up and addressed her concerned Master.

"She will be okay in a few days, though the bruising will take time to heal. She has a couple of torn ligaments, and of course there are tears to the inside of her cunt and arse... they will heal okay without any permanent injury. Her torn ligaments will be sore for some time and I will talk to you more tomorrow on how to care for them. I will come to call at your house before lunch to check on her progress. In the meantime she needs rest, love, and reassurance... " Looking steadily at Damian, though with a smile which spoke volumes about his understanding of all the emotions and desires her Master would experience, the doctor continued, "... and if you must use her, as I know you surely will, be as gentle as possible for the next day or so, though it won't damage her. She will wake after a few hours rest, but if you are worried at any time, please call me immediately. "

Damian escorted the doctor to the door, and on returning to the bedside, decided they would spend the night at the hotel to allow Catalina time to recover a little before disturbing her slumber. He had kept a vigil by her bedside ever since that moment, watching, waiting, and wondering. Looking now at her bruised and battered body, her honey flowing from between her legs, Damian found He could not resist using her himself, this minute. The sight of her bruising, the swelling, the memory of how she had struggled and fought to protect His property, all combined to inflame His desire for her. He undressed and climbed between her open legs, spread as He had left them, her sex open as if inviting Him to fill it. He pushed as gently as He could at her bruised and torn cunt, but realised His passion was getting the better of Him.

Catalina groaned as Damian's cock entered her, renewing her pain. She began to gain a sort of dazed consciousness, unable to remember why her body hurt so much, why every cell seemed to scream in pain, but aware of her Master's need for her, she raised her arms to hold Him close. Even now as she lay semi-conscious, beaten and bruised, and in more pain than she had ever experienced, her first thought was to ensure she served her Master's needs and desires. Damian was surprised she was awake, even if not fully, and even more surprised that she drew Him to her in her pain instead of pushing Him away in an effort to avoid more. He thrust gently into her warm depths enjoying the feel of her wetness, her submission, her desire to please. He was rewarded by a whispered, "Harder Master... please... I need to feel You inside me... I need Your love. "

Damian could not believe what He was hearing from her lips... how she was pulling Him closer... raising her body to His in passion.

"Master... the pain... it feels so good... I love you. "

He caressed her face, kissed her lips, gazed at the still closed eyelids of the one He knew He would love forever. He no longer felt guilt at what He had done, and wondered if that were her intention. No... she had no idea what He had done, nor was she aware enough to make that decision... but what if she was... what if she had known all along? No, never. Even in her desire to please, Catalina could not so successfully endure through all this.

His passion mounted, and He knew He would use her in this way again and again. He had given her to others to use in the past, had sold her to men which humiliated her even more than being given or shared, but now He knew He would have a new humiliation for her to bear. He would hire her out to men specifically for rape, always hypnotised, always controlled by Him to prevent permanent damage, but rape just the same. Initially she would never know before hand, though sometimes He would show her film of her rape afterwards to shame and degrade her, and her body would always tell her what had taken place. Sometimes she would come face to face with those who had paid for the pleasure of raping her, and she would recognise them from the videos she had been forced to watch with her Master, feeling a level of shame, and at times fear, she had never known before.

She would be humiliated to know she had been sold for that purpose, to be defiled and abused. He would tell her how much money He was making from using her in this unusual way, and to complete her shame, the money would be kept separate and invested in a house where they would live eventually. Damian would make it public knowledge to those he chose, that the house was bought entirely from earnings made from hiring out His slave, the magnitude of that sum revealing how much of a whore she had become for Him. He would enjoy her humiliation, shame, degradation, pain... as He knew she would.

Damian knew the possibilities were endless, and was sure new ones would continue to come to mind over the coming days, weeks, months. Knowing Catalina as He did, He was sure she would come up with a few creative thoughts herself, and though she may wish to keep them to herself so He would never expect her to enact them, she would also know she could not deny Him this knowledge as it was her duty to share her thoughts with Him. She belonged to Him, was His property, and as such, her thoughts belonged to Him also. As He came deep inside her damaged body, Damian heard her whisper in his ear, "From now on I am transcendently Yours, forever Master," before she fell back into an exhausted unconsciousness in His arms.

At first Damian was shocked by her words, wondering if she could read His mind, or if perhaps He had let something slip when they were having one of their midnight chats, but then He smiled down at her as He chided Himself for forgetting just how perceptive His slave was, how well she knew Him, knew them. He now realised she had probably suspected all along how He would use her under hypnosis, and had each time drawn her conclusions from the messages her body was sending her. There was no other explanation... she could not have faked the hypnosis and endured just for him... could she? No, it would be impossible for her to hide her awareness throughout, surely. Above all, he knew theirs was a love connection few would ever experience, and one they would always be forever thankful for... two halves of a whole.

Copyright 2009 by F. Diriger

-3-

David

The day after I got out of my training with Ms Fechtenbaum, I figured out why I'd been having so much trouble convincing Dad of things I wanted. I'd had my eighteenth birthday on June 5, 2091, just a few days before I hacked our homebrain to watch Diane, and my birthday made Dad think I should be taking on more adult responsibilities. Of course when Dad was eighteen, they'd had Prolongevity treatments for only a year or so -- until then, nearly everyone expected to die before they reached a hundred, so they wouldn't have wanted to extend childhood the way we do now, even if they'd had the technology. I'd only reached sexual maturity when I was sixteen, in the summer after my fourth high school year and I went through it with the other kids in my class who were mostly eighteen, since I'm two years ahead of my age-group. My step-sister Gwynn turned eighteen only three days after I did, on June 11, and I only took vid clips of her along with Diane because it was so easy. Gwynn still looked like a child then, since she'd just entered Menarche and her body hadn't developed yet. I thought she had a pretty face though.

Anyway, Dad believed eighteen was some kind of milestone, but nobody else did anymore. One of my great-grandfathers told me how he'd been in the army at eighteen, the first time there was fighting in Iraq, and I figured that was the model Dad had in his mind. Go back to Shakespeare's time and Juliet was only thirteen, right? After things settled down about my psychological agent training, I started making some obvious points with Dad that being eighteen after sexual awakening at sixteen was more like fifteen or sixteen when he was growing up. Dad's pretty smart, so he thought about it awhile and agreed I was right. I felt relieved that I could put off adult duties another few years. Of course in some ways I enjoyed growing up, as long as I didn't have to be a g-drag all the time!

The whipping I'd had in training and the perverse arousal I'd felt after it made a tremendous impression on my libido! I started fantasizing about being sent back to Ms Fechtenbaum for reward-avoidance training, and her using sexual rewards to control me. I imagined lying exposed in the positioner being whipped, not NEARLY as hard as what she'd done the first time for avoidance training of course, ending up with a sore butt and a throbbing erection. Then I'd imagine her reaching her hand under the positioner and starting to stroke my cock but not letting me come, tantalizing me and making me plead and promise to be good. I guess it was more likely in real life that she'd use a peripheral to reward me that way, but I knew some psychological agents treat sexual dysfunction with personal contact, so my fantasy wasn't totally bogus. It was just an added spice in my fantasy that Ms Fechtenbaum would be the only one who could get me off, so I'd agree to any kind of humiliating punishment after she kept me frustrated for a day or so. And I pictured some really mean ones when I was on my fifth or sixth orgasm of the day and needed something special to finish!

I'd been visiting the BAD SOMA VirtSite since I first discovered sex at sixteen, and I started having BDSM Virtual Encounters a few months later. I almost always wanted to be Top in the Encounters, but of course most girls make pacts with their friends never to accept less than a forty percent chance on the toss-up, so I had to be bottom some of the time. When I was bottom the girl could make me undress and tantalize me until I was dying to come, the same thing I'd do to her if I'd won. My face was heavily morphed to make me look like a humanized fox in BAD SOMA, but my virtual body was much closer to my real one because of "Truth in Morphing", so the experience was always quite embarrassing. I knew I was much more easily embarrassed than most guys, but it just felt sexy in situations like that since the girls I met in BAD SOMA didn't know who I was. Then the girl could whip me to make me do what she said, usually just hard enough to sting a bit, since we both had to agree in advance how high to set the nerve induction in our Virtual Suits, and I'd only met a few girls who agreed to set it high enough to be at all painful. Once the time limit passed, the girl had to stop tantalizing me, but I still couldn't get myself off for fifteen minutes unless she agreed to help. Some girls made me beg pretty abjectly, the same way I did with them when I won, but they'd usually get me off after a few minutes, and it would be quite a relief by then.

I'd been surprised at first how much I could get turned on being bottom in BAD SOMA Encounters -- an OK second-best to being Top -- but the whipping I got from Ms Fechtenbaum, and the sexual excitement I'd felt in the rest periods between whipping rounds, magnified that aspect of it! I began feeling much more aroused about being bottom, almost fixated on the idea! Once I realized I was thinking about setting the pain induction to the highest level and letting girls have 9 to 1 odds to be Top, I started avoiding Encounters. I felt repelled by the idea of taking short odds on a Bet, something I'd always thought was pathetic for a guy. I figured I'd eventually outgrow this fixation if I waited long enough, and I didn't want to give in to it.

Still, I was masturbating four or five times a day for weeks, fantasizing about training by Ms Fechtenbaum, until it started seeming too unrealistic: After all, I knew I'd use all my influence to avoid going into training again. But just as I was beginning to get bored, I found a way to hack into a Psychological Agent site, trying to learn more about the punishment wand Ms Fechtenbaum used on me. I got the model number and then found I could order the same model from a BDSM store where I'd hacked myself adult status.

It was really Max to finally hold the wand myself! It looked like a broad ruler with a handle at the end, two and a half inches wide and twenty-two inches long but very thin and light. The help tree said it didn't matter how hard you swung it -- the nanoware would apply appropriate force for the pain setting instantaneously when it contacted the skin. The nano components operated down at molecular size to avoid broken blood vessels, so there'd never be deep bruising, but you could still set the wand to leave the subject feeling sore for up to two days. I noticed something on the help tree called a "sex-surge" setting that was used to give the subject a thrill of erotic arousal with every whipping stroke. If the sex-surge was higher than the pain setting, then getting whipped could end up seeming more sexual than painful! The subject could even be brought to orgasm that way, during what would normally be a very painful whipping! A more moderate setting would just leave the subject extremely aroused when the whipping round was over.

It dawned on me that Ms Fechtenbaum had used a sex-surge like that when she whipped me at her office! That's why I got so horny between whipping rounds that I tried to rub myself against the positioner leg while she was out of the room! At least I thought she was out of the room! Now it struck me she might have stayed around to watch me squirm trying to get off in the positioner!

I'd never been able to learn details about psychological agent options on the Public VirtWeb, but when I entered training with Ms Fechtenbaum and gave my Bond not to talk about it with outsiders, I got access to a tutorial about discipline training. I stupidly didn't access the tutorial until after I'd had my whipping session and talked my way out of more. When I finally read the details, I learned that ALL the common training modes involved whipping as a punishment. There'd never really been much chance that I'd escape it!

The part that had bothered me most about my whipping, was that a woman I was attracted to could whip me. The sexual aspect seemed wrong to me. I thought there was a fundamental rule that people in authority should avoid sexual behavior that would make subordinates uncomfortable. After I figured out Ms Fechtenbaum must have used sex-surge on the wand she whipped me with, I checked to see if she could get in trouble for it.

But AI's don't have the same attitudes about sex that humans do. And the AI Council is totally in charge of these things since Obedience-Mode Conditioning proved to have all the advantages they claimed in their debate with the human ethicists. In psychological training, sexual tension can be nearly as effective as pain in making the subject follow the agent's directions, so sexuality is explicitly encouraged: agents are chosen to be individuals that training subjects will feel sexually attracted to. The AI's also expect human trainers to react to the sexual aspects of the training, either liking it or disliking it, and it was policy to find trainers who'd enjoy their work. That was likely to make the trainer-subject bonds stronger too, especially in reward-avoidance training. So as long as the training kept its therapeutic focus, a certain amount of sexually motivated sadism by the trainer was perfectly OK as far as the AI Council was concerned.

I started thinking about that as part of my fantasy: Ms Fechtenbaum getting turned on by controlling me sexually, turning the sex-surge on the wand way up HIGH and getting herself off while she whipped me! I went back to stroking off four or five times a day thinking about that, and didn't slow down until I hacked our homebrain again just after school started in September. I still thought about Ms Fechtenbaum in most of my fantasies, but I'd started to think about other things too, like the way I used to be able to watch Diane through the house monitor cameras.

I spent a lot of time on the VirtWeb looking for information on how to hack a homebrain so it wouldn't be noticed. There was a lot of detailed stuff at the Anarchist site, but nothing very encouraging. It seemed it wasn't possible to make a modern homebrain AI actually DO anything, and still keep it unaware of tampering. When I'd hacked in back in June, I'd started by just redirecting the views from the monitor cameras to my room viewer, and since everyone in the house was a family member the homebrain didn't define that as a breach unless someone asked for privacy. I only got caught because I started trying to control some of the monitor manipulators -- luckily nobody every figured out what I was planning to do with the manipulators. Dad changed the Security definitions after I got caught, naturally, so I couldn't even redirect views from the monitor cameras now.

I didn't give up looking for alternatives though, and finally I did find an undetectable way to break data security for the homebrain model we used and at least READ all the data the homebrain had. I decided to try that just to be doing something, and a few hours later I was accessing Diane's personal data.

Her KEYCODE was in there!

It seemed Diane had trouble sleeping sometimes, so she'd given the homebrain Keycode control, so it could put her into Rest Mode, which becomes normal sleep after several minutes. When I understood what I'd found, I was so excited I started to tremble! There were all sorts of S&M Interactives about using the Keycode of some attractive person to sexually dominate them. Even married couples often kept their Keycodes private from one another, or at most gave their spouse a Subordinate code and set up safeguards.

I started thinking about how I could use this. I knew Dad was leaving the next day for a long consulting trip in Asia, so that gave me the opportunity I needed. I figured I could give Diane a compulsion to ignore homebrain reports of security violations when I put in my hacks. I checked that if I removed my hacks before Dad got back, he'd never learn about it. Then I called up a menu of Human Status Modes, and found one everyone calls "Arousal" that controls a person's sexual response! The help tree said Arousal has quantified ratings from one to a hundred, with spontaneous orgasm normally occurring at 90 unless there was some sort of special constraint. Settings of 90 and above couldn't be externally imposed without special authorization, and any setting above 95 was usually quite painful for normal subjects.

Arousal Mode was as simple as Rest Mode! I could control Diane's Arousal setting through the homebrain!

Dad left early Saturday morning, flying three legs from where we live in Santa Glubas, California, to Tianjin, China. Gwynn was off to visit a friend for the weekend, so I was all alone in the house with Diane. After I got my courage together, I went and sat down next to her in the kitchen. She was having her second cup of morning tea, and she smiled at me as I came in and seemed about to say something. I spoke before I could lose my nerve.

"Keycode 197A4FB88-Predilisit!" I heard my voice cracking from the strain to say this as clearly as I could. If Diane didn't hear it right she'd fail to go under, and if she realized what I was doing she could stop me instantly. She was a frequent user of my Keycode, so all she had to do was say "O-Mode" and I'd be caught!

But there wasn't any problem. Diane quickly closed her eyes and said, "Under". I told her to go into Deep O-Mode, and when she acknowledged I took a shaky breath. She wouldn't remember anything that happened in deep O-Mode, and it was easy to fix it so she wouldn't notice any time-lapse. I tried to make myself a frequent user then, but either I didn't understand the procedure well enough or I was too nervous, so I couldn't set it up. I didn't dare take the time to go look at the interactive tutorial to get it right! I was afraid one of Diane's friends might come visiting for some reason. Most of our friends just walk in the back door when we're at home, and came right into the kitchen. That was a serious danger, because I'd need a little time to bring Diane out of trance properly!

So I just told her that the homebrain might be acting up for the next several days, and set up a minor compulsion that if she heard about any security violations she'd think it was a mistake since that problem had been fixed two months ago, then she'd forget about it. After she acknowledged the compulsion, I brought her out again. I told her she'd feel natural when she came out and wouldn't notice a time-lapse or remember the short time in normal O-Mode. Then I said, "Drop O-Mode," and she came out of Trance and smiled at me again.

"Would you like to have a cup of tea with me, Davey?"

"Uh -- no. I guess I really just wanted to say hello. I think I'll go work on some interactive lessons now." She looked at me curiously as I stood up, and I realized that normally I'd have just said no thanks, then walked away without explaining what I was going to do.

I got to my room and made the hack into the homebrain. I had all the code in my console cache, so I just had to upload it. Then I got my viewer and checked I could access all the house monitor cameras. I could see Diane still in the kitchen from twelve different cams, and about eighteen views of the bedroom and six of the bathroom she and Dad used. All the different views are supposed to help the homebrain decide if there was something wrong, like a fire in a wastebasket that would be out of sight from most vantage points. Even when Diane turned out the lights in her room the cams still worked, since they can use UV lights that are always on. I set up the camera utility I'd modified in June to provide the views of Diane I wanted when she was moving around, then accessed the homebrain's logic to control Diane's Keycode mode settings. I wrote a program that updated her Arousal rating, starting at a somewhat horny setting of 65, and using a loop to crank it up one setting every minute until I stopped it. Then I went back downstairs to watch Diane get excited.

-4-

In the kitchen I got a cup and put in a tea bag, then flashed some water into it and sat down at the table. Diane seemed preoccupied while I was making tea, but when I moved toward the table she looked up at me and smiled.

"You didn't work very long," she said. She seemed a bit distracted as she spoke, like she had something else on her mind.

"Well, I finished one of the things I had to do," I answered. "So I thought I'd come and have some tea with you after all."

Diane's distraction increased as she tried to make conversation with me for the next several minutes, and when she finally got up from the table she gave the impression somehow of being extremely aware of her body. She told me rather abruptly that she had to do something and left the kitchen. I followed her upstairs to her room a minute later and saw the privacy light on her door, then went to my room and pulled out my viewer just in time to see her take something from a high shelf at the back of her closet. I hadn't looked there when I was searching the room a few months earlier -- it was Dad's room too, so I was probably less thorough than I would have been normally -- and I'd been too nervous an hour ago to ask Diane about her sex toys in Deep O-Mode. She was my stepmother, after all, and I was worried about doing anything too obvious that she might notice later, like keeping her in Trance too long. When she opened the box, she pulled out a Hubba-Hubba!

It was the ultimate sexual peripheral! I'd seen it in dozens of SexDrama Interactives! It had a lot of long tentacles that kept splitting into thinner tentacles, and it could grab really hard with the long thick tentacles and touch very delicately with the tiny ones. It could insert tentacles in the anus, or vagina in women, and simulate any imaginable sensation, like tremendous slipperiness, or needing to go to the bathroom. And some of the tentacles could whip you on the butt if that was what turned you on.

And the main thing about the Hubba-Hubba was that it KNEW what turned you on. It had a powerful nanobrain -- near-human-level AI -- that was Expert about the human body, and when it came in contact it quickly learned what you found erotic. It got feedback from your Arousal Mode rating, which it could read cutaneously, so it knew how excited you were, and it could tantalize you and keep you from reaching orgasm, even at very high levels of arousal, to augment your sensations to the highest point that was physically safe. It was expensive too! Like a month's income from Dad's consulting, so I wondered how Diane could afford it. I'd never seen her use it when I watched her back in June. Then I realized she might have used it when she had sex with Dad. I'd always stopped watching when they were in the bedroom together.

Diane was beginning to move kind of jerkily as she tossed the Hubba-Hubba on the bed and started taking her clothes off. She's normally very neat, so she spent some time folding her blouse and skirt on the table, but from the way she was starting to rock her hips I thought she wouldn't be able to keep this up very long! And sure enough, at the end she got impatient and dropped her panties and bra on the floor.

I suddenly remembered the Arousal rating I was controlling, and when I looked I saw it was up to 89, just short of orgasm! The loop I wrote had just failed to push it higher through the authorization fail-safes needed for 90! I immediately stopped the loop that incremented the rating, not that it made any difference now, and looked back at the viewer.

Diane was naked now. She moved quickly to the bed, picked up the Hubba- Hubba, and touched it to her inner thigh, near her groin. And of course the Hubba-Hubba took it from there, climbing up her thigh into her crotch! I heard her cry out, "Oh!" And then she got into bed on her back, pulled the covers over herself, and started moving.

She was under the covers! I couldn't see anything!

I quickly accessed the homebrain and selected another Mode, pushing her Warmth setting up to 85. A minute later the viewer showed Diane throw the blanket off so she was lying naked on the sheet with a warm, flushed look. Then she turned over on her stomach and started thrusting her butt up and down, humping herself against the Hubba-Hubba. She was also doing something to her nipples with her hands, pinching them I think, and she was making a lot of noise, calling out some kind of words in a crooning voice. I could see little tentacles from the Hubba-Hubba that seemed to be snapping around on her behind like they might be giving her a play whipping -- probably the reason she'd turned onto her stomach, so the tentacles would have free play. I definitely saw ropes of tentacles that had inserted themselves in her anus and vagina. They were moving in and out a good deal, with a kind of twisting motion.
I already had my cock out, and my erection was as hard as a rock. I stroked myself lightly, but held off until I heard Diane groan and then give a little stifled scream, while her behind moved up and down spasmodically in an obvious orgasm. I joined her only a few seconds later.

After I finished I lay there for a minute, enjoying what I'd accomplished. I could make the homebrain push Diane into a sexual frenzy like this anytime I wanted! Maybe I could use Deep O-Mode to make her do other things, too. I was more confident now that I'd had time to realize I didn't have to keep her in the kitchen while I was setting up compulsions. I spent some time thinking of ways to paddle Diane with the punishment wand. I'd have to get her to drop her control over me first, since I couldn't do anything physically invasive to a frequent user. I was pretty sure I could give her a short-term false memory to make her think she deserved to be paddled sometimes, and I was in charge of her punishment! It would be a pretty extreme departure from reality, but it shouldn't cause any harm if I just imposed the memory a few hours at a time.

That was such a Max idea! I imagined being Diane scared and humiliated, but cooperating to let me paddle her after I caught her doing something naughty, like masturbating! Then later I'd make her forget about everything that happened. But I might leave her with a sore behind for a while -- just give her a compulsion so she wouldn't be able to connect it with me.

I got lost in this fantasy, becoming more and more convinced that it was perfectly feasible. I could really do this! At some point I glanced idly at my viewer and noticed Diane was still moving her hips up and down on the bed, looking extremely flushed all over her body. I sat up and looked more closely. The Hubba-Hubba had retracted most of its tentacles, and I couldn't quite understand what was going on, since I was quite sure Diane had climaxed a few minutes before. Maybe she had multiple orgasms? But then why was the Hubba-Hubba shut down? She had her right hand down between her legs now, and was moaning and rubbing against it, like she wasn't going to stop even if the Hubba-Hubba thought she was all done.

Suddenly I remembered the Mode settings I was controlling! The Arousal rating was still at 89, and Warmth was 85! I jumped over and brought them both down to zero. In the viewer, Diane immediately stopped humping against her hand, and after a short pause she sat up. She seemed to be losing her deep flush, and suddenly she wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. She got up quickly to put her clothes back on, then packed the Hubba-Hubba back into the box and put it at the rear of the closet shelf again. After that she just stood there for a moment, staring at the closet door with a pensive frown on her face. She finally came out of her mood and walked to the door of her room and out into the hall. One of the cameras in the hall showed her moving toward my room!

I quickly closed my fly and turned off my viewer. Then I went to my desk and sat down at my console as I heard a knock at my door.

"Come in!" I said, deactivating the privacy lock, which wouldn't stop Diane anyway if she decided to override it. I was scared about why she wanted to see me so soon after what I'd just been doing to her.

The door opened, and there was Diane, looking unhappy.

"Hello Davey," she said. "I'm sorry about this. Deep O-Mode . . ."

I don't remember anything for a while, standard with Deep O-Mode, but I'm sure I was only under for a minute or so. When I came out of it, I saw Diane standing over me, white-faced with anger.

"Is this how you justify my faith in you, David? What about the promise you made two months ago that you'd never spy on me again? You -- Ohhh." She ended with a disgusted sound, then started talking again.

"I'm going to send you to a psychological agent again, just as soon as I can," she said. "And right now, I'm so mad about what you've done, I'm going to whip you myself! Tell me if you know of anything in the house I can use to whip you!"

"I . . . Ah . . ." I was kind of confused by what was happening, but I was starting to feel really scared.

"O-Mode," Diane said. "Tell me if you know of anything I can use to whip you!"

"Ah -- in my closet," I answered helplessly. "I bought a punishment wand like the one Ms Fechtenbaum used."

Diane went over to the closet and I directed her to where the wand was.

"This looks like it cost a lot of money, David," she said, walking back with the wand. "How did you manage to buy it?" She was figuring out the settings as she walked toward me, and the way she sounded she intended setting it as high as it would go.

"I, ah, ordered it from a BDSM store. I still had a lot of Christmas money." My voice was trembling now.

"What is that?" Diane asked. "What's a 'BDSM store'?"

"It's, uh, an acronym," I answered, flushing. "For 'Bondage & Discipline', 'Dominance & Submission', and, uh, 'Sadism & Masochism'. It means about the same thing as S&M."

Diane nodded. "But what on earth did you want it for? Who was going to get whipped?"

"I just, like, wanted to own one in case the situation came up -- with some girl."

"Some girl, huh?" Diane sounded disgusted. "Would you have used it on me if you'd used my Keycode long enough to be confident about controlling me?"

"Aghh . . ." I tried to resist answering this, but of course it was hopeless. I knew I was flushing bright red as I continued, " . . . Aghhh . . . Yes! I was just thinking about doing that. I would have used Deep O-Mode compulsion to make you believe you . . . deserved to have me paddle you, and then later I'd fix it so you wouldn't remember it happening. Except . . . I'd leave you with a sore behind for a few days - - but you wouldn't be able to connect it with me."

Diane looked like she was ready to kill me. She yelled at me to undress and bend over the desk.

"You're the one who's going to get it used on you David! I'm going to work off some of my anger this way!"

I immediately took off my clothes, and of course I had a tremendous erection again, only about ten minutes after stroking off. It hurt a bit, like it does, but it was rock-hard. Diane made a disgusted noise and I felt a sudden wave of shame that didn't feel at all sexual!

"I can't whip you when you're like that!" she complained, pointing at my erection. "What is it with you? Do you think the idea of being whipped by me is sexually exciting?"

"Ah . . . yes."

Diane made the disgusted noise again and told me to put my clothes back on. While I was doing that I saw her going through some Tai Chi exercises she uses to meditate, and when she spoke again she sounded calmer.

"You're too undisciplined to plan things out properly, David. I know you're a technical genius, but people's feelings never enter your mind. Didn't it occur to you that I'd find it odd getting more and more aroused like that until I could hardly think, then having some sort of heat prostration fit after I got into bed?" Diane's expression became more thoughtful. "Didn't you even think about giving me a compulsion so I couldn't put you in O-Mode? You had me in Trance for a few minutes, you said, and if you'd done that I wouldn't have had any way to take back control." She paused a moment, smiling, then added: "Makes you think, huh?"

She was right! I'd acted stupidly! Diane said something I didn't hear, and I must have gone right into Deep O-Mode again, because I forget everything that went on for a while. Coming out of it, I realized I'd been under for a long time, and I was still in normal O-Mode. Diane was walking toward the door and when she opened it, she turned around to speak to me again.

"I'm going to find a psychological agent for you now, David! No more sympathy! No more weaseling out of things! I want you to be taught to act like a human being! I'll be making some phone calls, and I've set up a compulsion that you can't leave your room until I give permission. O-Mode off!" With that she walked out of the room.

I ran after her, but couldn't step out into the hall. "Diane, wait!" I called after her. "I know you're angry right now . . ."

Diane whirled on me, her voice furious, "God-damn it! Don't you patronize me, you smirking little brat." I was actually shocked by her reaction, and all I could think was that it was inaccurate to call me little, since I'm well over six feet tall.

"But -- Look," I said in a choked voice, "I understand you're going to send me to a psychological agent. All I ask is that you don't send me to Ms Fechtenbaum again. I'm afraid she'll take it out on me that I talked you into stopping my sessions last time. Please! Anybody else!" In spite of all my fantasies about her, the thought of actually having Ms Fechtenbaum in charge of me again made me feel sick to my stomach.

"Maybe Ms Fechtenbaum is the right person to deal with you! At least she succeeded in making you call her by her last name. You never show any respect for other adults that way."

"Please, Diane, Please!" I was starting to cry. "Not Ms Fechtenbaum! Please!"

Diane suddenly looked a little sympathetic again. It was the crying that did it, and I realized I still had a little leverage.

"I thought Ms Fechtenbaum was charging too much, anyway," Diane said. "As soon as I talk to your Dad, I'm going to suggest we find a different agent to give you the reward-avoidance training she explained to us. That means you'll be in training for several months, so I got the idea of using an agent trainee who'd be less expensive. I think Linda's fees are out of line. I've looked it up and Disciplinary Science seems to be quite an easy field to master."

Diane nodded in the direction of my console. "I've found interactive tutorials on the Web to oversee a beginner psychological agent during sessions, so there can't be any mistakes. Now I just need to find a smart, responsible young woman who's willing to become a psychological agent trainee."

I was beginning to have a horrible feeling about this. "Where will you, uh, go to find someone?" I asked.

"Why, right at your school, David," Diane answered with relish. "You named several young women in your class that seemed smart enough. I just have to find one who has adult status and is willing to take the job." Diane took a slip of paper out of her pocket and read off some names: "Judy Price, Maureen O'Hara, Catherine Duchamp, and Linda Smith."

I felt like I'd been hit in the face. "Those are all the prettiest girls in my class!" I yelled. "You're just going to turn my Keycode over to them and have them whip me and . . ." I finished in a weak voice, " . . . control me?"

I'm going to contact them one at a time until I find one to take the job, and I'm going to require a Bonded promise in advance that they won't repeat what I tell them to anyone, so you don't have to worry the whole school will find out."

"But -- this is awful!" I wailed. "I, uh . . . I like all these girls, I mean . . . I've had study dates with two of them, and even if they don't accept the job I'll never be able to face them again."

"It's good that you're attracted to the girls, David. It's supposed to make the sexual aspect of the reward-avoidance training more effective. I was asking you in O-Mode about which girls attracted you as well as who seemed smart and mature." Diane's voice suddenly changed and she sounded angry again.

"Of course, if you don't like this arrangement, I can talk to your Dad about sending you back to Ms Fechtenbaum. I'll let you choose."

It wasn't much of a choice. "I don't want to go back to Ms Fechtenbaum," I said. "Can't I get reward-avoidance training from some other psychological agent I've never met?"

"Only two choices, David. That's it, then. I'll start phoning some of these girls."

"Please! Only one at a time, so they won't all hear about this!"

"I already said I'd do it that way," Diane snapped at me. "Judy Price sounded like the smartest one. I'll call her first, but if she isn't in I'm going to call the next one on the list." Then she seemed to feel a little sorry for me, seeing my red face and how I was starting to cry again. "I won't tell any of them what this is about except to offer them the job. In fact, I can't talk about it until they give their Bond, because of the Bond I gave Diane Fechtenbaum. But even if I could talk about it freely, I wouldn't. I don't want a lot of people to know about this either -- I think it's an embarrassment for us as a family."

Diane left after that, and I felt a little better for a moment. But the feeling faded away as I thought about what was going to happen. I knew Judy Price had Adult status, and she was the prettiest girl in the school as far as I was concerned, a tall brunette with light skin and a perfect face and figure. She looked like the Young Bettie Page character I'd given spankings in so many Sex Interactives, and I'd had a lot of fantasies about her. She was very smart, too, almost as far advanced as I was in the Tech subjects! I'd walked home with her lots of times, and she'd asked me to be partners on a few school projects. God! In a little while Diane was going to offer Judy a position giving me whippings! And other things -- sexual control. I found myself shivering with embarrassment.

I moped around my room for a few minutes, and then my phone tune beeped. I answered, and Diane told me to pick up the main phone line. When I did, I immediately saw Dad's angry face on the viewer.

"God-damn it!" He exploded as soon as he saw my face, "That was a criminal thing to do! If Diane wanted to press charges right now, Council Agents would commit you for involuntary discipline. We can't indulge your irresponsible acts any longer! I've told Diane she can hire any psychological agent she wants. She has complete authority while I'm away, and don't expect me to let you out of anything when I get home! She's the aggrieved party in this as far as I'm concerned, and I'm just going to let her do what she thinks is right."

After a pause to catch his breath, he continued in a gentler tone, more like his normal voice. "You don't know how lucky you are, Davey. Diane still feels maternally toward you, and I can't imagine how she manages it. She went into your motivations this morning in Deep O-Mode and found out how you've been lying to us all this time about reforming yourself. She played a few vid clips of you in Deep O-Mode where you gave your opinion that we were both easy to fool! Don't give Diane any more problems from now on, or I'll straighten you out myself when I get home!"

I told Dad I was sorry, but he just made a sarcastic noise and told me to get off the line so he could talk with Diane again in private.

After Dad signed off, I went to lie down on my bed. It suddenly struck me that Judy Price might be supervising my reward-avoidance training in a few hours, the same kind of scenario I'd been fantasizing about for months, and I was surprised I didn't get an immediate erection. I opened my fly to touch my cock and found it totally flaccid -- even manipulation wouldn't make it stand up! I was frightened for a moment, but then thought to look at my own Keycode file in the homebrain. My Arousal rating was set to zero! Diane must have changed it so I'd be in the state everybody called No-Sex, like one of the Tantric adepts who do it with mental control. Diane had taken out all my homebrain hacks and I couldn't change my rating back to Nominal without them, because it was write- protected.

I noticed the slanting sunlight coming through my windows, and looked at my watch. It was 2:00 PM already! Diane must have had me in Trance for hours! I lay back, thinking about having Judy Price in charge of my reward-avoidance training, and it was a scary idea. I knew it was sexy too but I couldn't get an erection. For a few minutes, I just felt sorry for myself, and finally I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, I saw Diane standing at my door. When she saw I was awake, she told me to come downstairs, so I got up and followed her slowly down the steps. My watch read almost four, so I thought there'd been enough time for Diane to interview one of the girls in my class, and I was dreading having to face whoever might have accepted the job. Once I got downstairs, Diane put me in O-Mode, then told me to follow her into the kitchen in thirty seconds. As she walked away, I realized I was feeling horny again, and I got a rock-hard erection.

As I walked into the kitchen I saw Judy Price at the table, looking at me speculatively. A surge of shame washed over me at the thought that Diane was going to turn me over to her, and I felt my face get hot. Judy smiled slightly, like she was enjoying my reaction, which made me feel even more embarrassed, and I had to drop my eyes to avoid meeting her gaze.

"I've been keeping David in No-Sex since his actions this morning," Diane said. "I didn't want to have to deal with his sexuality for a while, but I brought him back to Nominal since you're here, and you're going to be treating him with sexual tension." I wanted very badly to run back to my room to escape listening to what Diane was saying, but I was frozen in O- Mode position, so I couldn't move. Diane went on, sounding a little disgusted, "You can see he has an erection already. He seems to be like that half the time these days from what he told me when I questioned him earlier!"

I could imagine Judy looking at my protruding fly, and it was awful to have to stand there like that, so exposed in front of both of them. Finally Diane told me to sit down in a chair near the table, and I hurried to obey.

"Judy has agreed to be your psychological agent, David," Diane said, and I had to bring my eyes up again while she talked to me. "And now I'm going to make her a frequent user of your Keycode. I have to drop my control to do that, but you still won't be able to speak, and you'd better not try to get out of that chair. Drop O-Mode."

I looked over at Judy and had to lower my eyes again. She was looking at me in an intent way that I found intimidating. I felt a sudden body memory of Ms Fechtenbaum whipping me in the positioner, and became even more frightened.

"Here, Judy," Diane said. "Just read this loudly enough for Davey to hear."

She handed over a small sheet, and Judy took it and read off my Keycode in her contralto voice that I'd always found so sexy, "Keycode 27B48FA99- Kektazijum." I didn't hear the end of it actually since I was already under, and I don't remember anything that happened for a while.

When I came out of trance, I was in normal O-Mode, and Judy was uttering shocked, sympathetic responses to Diane's story of what I'd done to her that morning. That was female social bonding for you! They were so sympathetic to each other, but neither of them seemed shocked about what was going to happen to me, getting disciplined by the girl I was most attracted to in the school!

When Diane finished her story, she paused and looked at me for a moment, then asked Judy to start my training with the most severe single punishment in my training schedule for what I'd done to her. Judy agreed immediately, and Diane made me acknowledge that I'd heard what she'd said. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as I answered. Diane was going to be getting even all right! And Judy would be starting my training with a long whipping! From the slight smile she had, I thought she might even be looking forward to it!

They talked a bit more, and at the end Diane suggested Judy give me a compulsion to come to her house at eleven the next day -- Sunday. When that was done, Judy stood up and thanked Diane for offering her the job. Just before she left she dropped me out of O-Mode, but she was out the door before I could think of anything to say that might set the groundwork for getting her to go relatively easy on me. I'd never really had a chance to talk to her the whole time she was there, and now she had until eleven tomorrow to work out how she was going to punish me!