This was a pivotal day for Tina. How would she be feeling now, in the cold light of day, about having fucked someone other than her husband for the first time? I left a simple one-piece dress out for her to wear. No bra or panties of course. She was quiet when she came up for breakfast and only said a few words to me. I was worried that maybe she would want to quit her training.

After we were finished eating I told Tina to assume the position. She did so quickly and without complaint. So far so good. I watched her for a few seconds. She looked so sexy there on her knees with her tits jutting out.

"I need to ask you something, slave, and I want you to answer honestly," I said to her.

"Yes, Master, of course."

"I know yesterday was the first time you had fucked someone besides Mark since you've been married. I want to know how you are feeling about that today?" I asked her.

"I knew that was going to happen when I agreed to be your slave. I was fine with it then and I still am today. In fact..."

"Go ahead."

"I can't wait for it to happen again. It was the most intense sex I've had in a long time," Tina admitted.

I was so relieved. I knew then that she would most likely finish the training and make me proud.

"Then why have you been so quiet this morning?" I asked her.

"I was worried that you might not have been satisfied with me last night."

I pulled her up to her feet and wrapped my arms around her. I knew I was breaking character, but I couldn't help it.

"My sweet, sweet Tina. Last night was fantastic; I could spend a lifetime exploring your sexy body and still not get enough," I cooed in her ear.

She returned my hug with surprising strength. After a couple of seconds I recovered and was once again Tina's master.

"Go get your gym shorts on and we'll have a little morning work out," I told her.

When she returned, I was happy to see she was only wearing the shorts; nothing else. Just like I had instructed. She was starting to get good at this. We worked with the free weights for a while, trying to help give Tina a little arm definition. After that we did some exercises to strengthen and flatten her abs. Although she already had a hot body, it could use a little improving here and there. And if she made these work outs a habit, she could keep it that way for a long time.

After that we took a break. I decided to spend the time exploring Tina's pussy with my tongue. Even though she came close several times, I didn't let her cum. I wanted her to get used to being aroused for long periods of time without getting a release.

Next we went for a run before lunch. I had her dress the same as the day before. And just like then, she looked incredibly hot. Her tits bounced so enticingly and her ass just made you want to run up behind her and rip off her shorts. I was feeling like a stud running with her, knowing that every other man that saw us (and maybe a few women) were wishing they were in my place.

For lunch I cut up some fruit and made some sweet dipping sauce. I sat at the table and had Tina strip and kneel on a pillow next to my chair. As I ate I had her suck my cock. Occasionally I would stop her so that I could feed her some fruit. Then I would put some of the sweet sauce on the tip of my cock and have her continue the blowjob. There's nothing better than having a nude sexy woman suck your dick while you eat. Except maybe sucking on her cunt for desert. Of course, I didn't let her cum.

I had a hunch about Tina, and I decided to see if I could confirm it. I had her put one of her new tight dresses on and a pair of open-toed heels. I drove to a State Park about a half hour away. It's a popular place on the weekends, but during the week day there weren't too many cars in the parking lot. There were a couple of secluded spots along one of the trails that had a nice overlook view of the river. These were popular places for couples to visit and make out. Perfect for my purposes.

We walked the half mile to the first such spot. Tina was impressed with the view and at first probably thought that I had brought her there just to see it. When I told her to unbutton her dress half way down to her navel she knew something else was up, but she still did it. The dress was not meant to be worn like this and gaped open dangerously. The sides and tops of her tits were now plainly visible. I think only her hard nipples were holding the lose material over them.

We sat there for a while just enjoying the beautiful day and the breathtaking view of the river valley. I was sure that Tina was wondering what I was waiting for, but to her credit she didn't ask. Then it happened, I heard voices approaching from the same way we had come. I held my finger up to my lips to let Tina know to be quiet. A young couple stepped into the nearly hidden overlook area and stopped quickly when they saw us. I'm sure they weren't expecting anybody else to be there.

"Oh, I'm sorry," The young man said. "We didn't know anybody else was here. We'll go someplace else."

"No. You don't have to leave," I quickly stated as they turned to go. "My woman would like you to stay, wouldn't you Tina?"

Tina picked up on my hint and replied, "Yes, please stay."

I think Tina's accent got their attention because they both looked directly at her for the first time. That's when they must have noticed her nearly naked state because their eyes suddenly got big. But it was the girl the spoke first.

"It would be the polite thing to do, Tim," She said.

Tim looked at his girl with a startled look. "Really? I mean, yes, of course we'll stay."

I introduced Tina and I, and they told us their names were Tim and Amanda. Apparently they came here often to "enjoy the river." But what caught my attention was how they kept looking at Tina. I had hoped something like this would happen.

"Would you like to see more?" I asked.

"Wha, what?" Tim asked, obviously confused.

"Of Tina. Would you like to see more of her body?" I reiterated.

"Can we?" Tim responded.

"That would be so cool," Amanda gushed.

I told Tina to finish unbuttoning the dress. She hesitated for only a moment before she stood up and started undoing the remaining buttons. When she was finished the dress hung open revealing her bald pussy and most of her tits.

"Nice," breathed Tim.

"Yeah, look at that bare pussy," Amanda said.

"Come closer and get a better look," I told them.

As they took a few steps to close the distance between us, I had Tina sit down on the bench while I moved behind her. Tim sat down on one side of Tina, and Amanda on the other. Then they delicately pulled her dress apart so that she was completely exposed. Seeing that I wasn't going to stop them, they pushed the dress right off her shoulders. Tina let it slide down her arms, and when she put her hands behind her to let it slip all the way off, I grasped her wrists and held them there. Not tightly, but enough to let her know I wanted her to stay in that position.

"Oh Jesus, she has a sexy body," Tim said in a low voice. "I'd love to run my hands all over it."

"Go ahead," I replied.

Tim reached out and ran his hand over Tina's tit, tentatively at first, and then with more confidence as he met no resistance. Amanda watched her man fondle another woman with rapt interest. I could tell by her breathing and slightly parted lips that she was turned on by the sight.

"Does she always do what you say?" Amanda asked.

Smart lady. "Ask Tina," I suggested. "She'll tell you whatever you want to know."

Amanda looked at Tina, "Well, do you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"He's my master and I must obey him."

"Oh, that explains the collar," Amanda said, catching on quickly. "Your nipples are hard. Are you enjoying this?"

"Oh, yes," Tina moaned.

"Go ahead and play with them," Tim said to his girl, "I know you're curious."

Amanda moved her hand towards Tina, but stopped and bit her lip.

"Do it," Tim hissed, "You know you want to."

Whatever internal battle Amanda was experiencing, Tim's words seemed to have pushed her over the edge and her hand started moving again. I think the first contact was electric for both women, because they both jumped a little when the tips of Amanda's fingers touched the soft flesh of Tina's breast. At first Amanda just moved her fingertips lightly over the fleshy globe. But after a few seconds she started squeezing it lightly and rolling the nipple between her index finger and thumb. At the same time, Tim moved his hand down Tina's belly and between her legs.

"Open your legs," I whispered into my slave's ear.

Tina complied and Tim gasped, "She's totally fucking wet."

Tina was moaning now and my own cock was as hard as a steel beam.

"I've got to get a taste of that!" Tim said and moved to get on his knees between Tina's legs.

She instinctively leaned backwards to give him better access, and I acted as her backrest, holding her in a semi-reclining position. Tim dove in and drove Tina wild with his tongue while Amanda started licking and sucking on Tina's tits. I also noticed that she had a hand up inside her own shirt, squeezing and pulling on her nipples. After a little bit she just threw caution to the wind and pulled her shirt off completely, exposing her firm little B-cup titties.

As I watched the erotic scene play out in front of me, it was obvious that everybody, except maybe me, were lost in their lust. As Tina approached her orgasm I noticed that Amanda had managed to unsnap her jeans and worked a hand down the front. Seconds later Tina literally screamed as she came, drenching Tim's face with her juices, no doubt. Amanda's hand was moving rapidly in her pants and she was panting.

"Oh god Tim, come and fuck me," She moaned. "I need your cock in me now!"

Tim, knowing a good thing when he heard it, stood up and moved to his girl. She was desperately trying to get her jeans off, and Tim helped her out of them. She got on her knees on the bench next to Tina and Tim moved up behind her aiming his rigid prick at her fuck hole. When he impaled her, Amanda let out a low moan. After a few strokes, Amanda leaned over and started kissing Tina, softly at first, but increasingly passionate as time went on.

Then Amanda did something that Tina wasn't expecting -- she took Tina's hand and placed it on one of her tits. Tina didn't move her hand away, but she didn't do anything else either. I think she was just too shocked.

"Play with Amanda's tit, slave," I said loud enough for everyone to hear.

Tina began running her hand over Amanda's little tittie, but she didn't put a lot of effort into it. I was a little disappointed. Meanwhile Amanda was all over Tina's tits, squeezing them and pulling on her nipples. This continued for another minute before Amanda was shaking in what looked like a mind shattering orgasm. Tim wasn't far behind and announced that he was ready to cum.

"Shoot it on Tina!" Amanda cried.

Tim moved over in front of Tina, stroked his cock a few times, and shot his hot sticky load all over her tits and belly.

"Rub it in," Amanda suggested with a big smile, "I hear it's good for your skin."

When Tina hesitated I told her to do it. When she was finished with that I told her to clean off Tim's cock with her mouth.

"I don't think I can do that, Sir," She whimpered.

"Unless you are ready to quit right now and crawl back to your husband a complete failure, you will do what I tell you to do. So what's it going to be, bitch?" I asked angrily.

Tina winced, my words appearing to sting her physically. Reluctantly she got on her knees and took Tim's slimy cock into her mouth.

"I'm sorry about that folks. She's still in training and obviously has some obedience issues yet," I explained.

"She isn't your wife?" Amanda asked.

So I gave them the quick story about how Mark brought his wife to me to train her to be the perfect submissive slut wife for him. They were both amazed that anybody would do that, but also thought it was really brave of Tina to do that to please her husband. When she was finished cleaning Tim's dick I got their phone number from them.

"Maybe when her training is complete I can make it up to you for her bad behavior today," I informed them.

They thought that Tina was "great", but I told them she could do better and I wanted to prove it to them. They weren't about to turn me down and said they would be looking forward to my call. Then they wished me good luck and departed.

I had Tina put her dress back on, but only let her fasten one button down by her waist, just to keep it from falling off. Then we made our way back to the parking lot. We didn't meet anybody on the way, however there were several groups of people at the picnic ground on the other side of the parking lot from where my car was. They probably couldn't see much detail, but they had to know that Tina was barely wearing that dress.

On the way home I noticed that the dress was gaping again and any cars that came beside beside us would be able to clearly see her tits. As we got closer to town, the traffic increased and Tina was getting visibly nervous.

"Master, it's broad daylight. Can I button up my dress?" She asked.

"After your behavior out there I should have made you ride home stark naked."

"Please! I don't want to get arrested," She whined.

"OK, you may fasten one more button. Pick whichever you want," I gruffly replied, "but only one."

She considered that for a second or two and then selected one just between her jiggling tits. The dress still gaped some, but much less skin was now showing. That just wouldn't do.

"Recline the seat a little and spread your legs as far apart as you can," I ordered.

I could tell she didn't want to do that, but she complied and that's how we drove the rest of the way home. As soon as we got into the house I ordered her to go to the training room, strip, and assume the position while I decided what kind of punishment was appropriate.

When I walked into the room, Tina had been on her knees for five minutes. I'm sure she was tired of that, but if she knew what was coming she probably would have preferred to stay there. I stood her up and without saying a word, bent her over the padded bench, and cuffed her into position like I did before. Then I left the room and returned with a tripod and video camera.

"Are you going to record my punishment?" Tina asked anxiously.

"No, I'm going to stream it live to a special Internet BSDM site," I answered.

"No please, my friends or co-workers might see me," She pleaded.

"If your friends or co-workers send their weekday afternoons logged into a members-only BSDM site, and have the gall to judge you, then you need new friends or co-workers anyway."

"Please don't do this, I'll behave from now on."

"You can quit any time you like and I'll return you to your husband. Is that what you want?" I asked.

She shook her head no.

"Then suck it up, take your punishment, and stop talking," I barked.

I didn't enjoy this part as much as the rest of the training, but she needed to know I was serious. A good submissive had to follow the rules to the letter. She wouldn't respect me if I didn't enforce the rules and without respect I was no Master. We both knew this had to be done.

After I had the camera set up I went to her and pushed a small vibrator all the way into her pussy until it almost disappeared. This one was special; I had modified it myself. It actually started out as an expensive model with a continuously variable vibration rate. It employed a small digital circuit with a true DC motor controller to provide this feature. I replaced that controller with one of my own. This one had several settings, one of which was "torture mode." In this mode the vibrator runs at full power for ten seconds, and then it shuts down for thirty. This will keep the victim aroused, but is not enough to allow her to reach her climax by itself.

I put my hand on her soft ass cheek, just enjoying the feeling for a moment. Then I drew it back and administered a hard slap. Her fleshy globe bounced with the impact and Tina let out a little yelp. I did the same thing to the other cheek with the same response. Eight more slaps echoed in the small room as I alternated blows between each side of her shapely ass. When I was finished both cheeks were bright red. I'm sure they stung, but I didn't strike her hard enough to cause any bruising. She had such a beautiful ass, that would have been unforgivable.

Tina had tears running down her face when I released her, but she wasn't wailing or anything, just a little sniffling. The top of the bench is actually rounded, like a pommel horse. I lowered it down a little bit and then had her climb on top, straddling it. I cuffed her hands behind her back and strapped her ankles down so that she couldn't get off until I released her. Then I placed a pair of clamps on her nipples, made sure the camera was pointed correctly, and left her alone.

I was able to watch her from my computer. Although she thought it was going out to the Internet, it was in fact only being recorded onto my hard drive. Later I would transfer it to a DVD for Mark's viewing pleasure. I might even have it delivered by courier to his hotel room so that he could enjoy it this coming weekend.

The sensation of her ass on fire, the vibrator teasing her pussy, and the nipple clamps must have been delicious torture for Tina. I watched her for about fifteen minutes squirming and trying to get away, but unable to escape the stimulation or reach orgasm from it.

I returned to the room and ran my finger up and down her slit and over her clit a few times. She tried to hump forward trying to get more contact, but I stopped.

"Do you know why you are being punished, slave?" I asked her sternly.

"Yes, Master. Because I disobeyed," was her answer.

"And specifically what did you do?" I pressed her.

"I refused to clean off Tim's cock when you told me to," She said.

"That's correct. What else?"

"I don't know, Sir."

"You didn't give Amanda enough pleasure when you were playing with her tit. From now on you will try to give as much pleasure to everybody you touch," I replied.

"Yes Master," she whimpered.

"You also asked me not to show your punishment on the Internet," I informed her.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, more from the vibrator coming on than anything else, I thought.

"You embarrassed me in front of my new friends today. I didn't like that at all. You must follow all my instructions to the letter and without hesitation. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master," She replied through gritted teeth.

"It is my job to decide the form of all your punishments, not you. Any objections will result in even stiffer punishment. Do you understand that as well?"

"Yes Sir, I understand," She said, hanging her head.

"Good. But if you think your punishment is over, you are wrong," I told her.

Then I retrieved the big plug-in vibrator from the closet, taped it to the bench just inches from her pussy, and turned it on. If she hunched forward and rolled her hips just so, she would just be able to push her clit against it. I left her alone again and returned to my computer to watch her.

It didn't take her long to try. As I had planned she was able to press her clit against the business end of the big Hitachi wand, but she was not able to hold that position for very long. It required a lot of effort, which was also part of my plan. Now she was able to get, oh so close to coming, but not quite. And if she did get too close, I could interrupt her anyway.

After a couple of tries she switched strategies and timed her efforts to push her clit against the big vibrator to coincide with the little one in her pussy starting up. Smart girl, but alas, it still wasn't enough. I watched her try this on and off for another half hour before I decided to release her.
She was drenched in sweat and looked desperate to cum when I entered the room. She had her eyes closed and was trying to reach the big vibrator again, so she didn't see me. I turned it off and she made a disappointed sound as she realized I was not going to let her cum. I released the nipple clamps which produced a sharp intake of breath from Tina. It probably felt good and bad to have them off her distended nips. Next I released her hands, but warned her not to attempt to masturbate. Finally I unstrapped her ankles and helped her off the bench. She was a little wobbly on her feet and I led her to the bathroom.

I started up the shower, stripped down, and helped her inside. I gently soaped her down as the hot water cascaded over her sexy form. Between the two she seemed invigorated, and by the time we had finished she could stand on her own again.

"I hope you have learned your lesson, slave," I said as I toweled her down.

"Yes Master," She responded quickly.

"Good, because as much as I enjoy your punishments, it fucks up my schedule."

I was still incredibly horny and hard as a rock, so I led her up upstairs to the living room where I sat down on the couch. Then I had Tina sit down on my cock, facing me. I instructed her to just sit still and not move. I spent the next few minutes like that, just studying her beautiful face and running my hands lightly all over her body, especially those gorgeous tits.

The feeling of her hot pussy pulsing around my cock was too much and I finally told her to start fucking me very slowly. Tina slowly lifted herself up until my cock was almost all the way out, and then she slowly sat back down. After a brief pause she did it again, and again. If you've never fucked like this before, you should give it a try. I let her continue to do that as I played with her tits and kissed her soft lips. After about ten minutes of this Tina started shaking and moaning that she was close to coming.

"You have my permission to cum, slut," I told her.

Her orgasm was strong and she cried out as her pussy squeezed my cock. When she recovered, her legs were too tired to lift herself, so I held her by the waist and kept slowly pumping from the bottom. I wanted it to last for as long as possible, but Tina was just too fucking hot and I soon shot my load deep inside her pussy. I left her on my lap and just held her close to me until I went soft. Then we both got up and dressed.

When my wife came home we decided to go out for dinner to a local Chinese buffet. This was a little different for Tina, I think, but she seemed to enjoy a taste of just about everything. I had to admit that so far she had been much more adventurous in trying different foods than I would have been in her place. After that we returned home for a normal evening at home watching TV. If you call having your sex slave and your wife take turns sucking your cock normal. I wasn't able to cum again myself, but I did finger them each to a nice orgasm as they knelt on the couch with their asses in the air on either side of me.

After the women went off to bed I called Mark and told him about the events of the day. He begged me to send him the video of his wife's punishment as soon as possible, so I promised I'd get the DVD made and sent over to him at the hotel by the weekend. He told me he hoped I would record more of Tina's training and punishment sessions. Mark was very happy to hear that was my plan all along. Tina didn't like having pictures or video taken of her and that was something she needed to be broken of.

I went to sleep looking forward to the next day, yet again.

So much had happened in the last twenty-four hours that Jenny was glad just to sit for a moment. The hard wooden bench was uncomfortable but Jenny didn’t care she just wanted to rest. Her legs were aching her arms were scratched and bruised, her eye blackened and her lip was cut. She sat her eyes closed her head back against the cold concrete wall. For a couple of moments she felt safe, she felt serene calmness and once again she felt whole.

"Miss Jones", whispered a soft voice gently repeating as Jenny eased open her bruised eye.

A woman in a police uniform looked down at her. It took Jenny a couple of seconds to moisten her mouth enough to speak.

"Yes" she replied in a croaking soft whisper.

"Miss Jones there is a woman here to pick you up, the desk Sargent says her name is Rebekah Northwood", said the WPC reading from a small piece of paper.

Jenny just smiled before closing her eyes again and pushing herself to her feet. She wobbled a bit as she felt her weight pressing on her aching legs. The WPC steadied her and helped her walk out of the room and into the main reception area. They suddenly stopped; Jenny looked at the WPC whose eyes had fixed, her mouth slightly open. Jenny followed her gaze and then saw her.

Rebekah Northwood or Mistress Rebekah as she was more formally known was tall with long straight black hair, her body was slim but she had perfect womanly curves. In short she was stunningly attractive. Jenny gazed at Mistress Rebekah and smiled broadly, she noticed her all-in-one leather cat suit and six-inch knee-high leather boots. In her hand she carried, as always, a riding crop. She smiled back at Jenny before moving closer. She leant into Jenny and spoke quietly to her.

"Are you alright my little one?"

"Yes Mistress I am", replied Jenny smiling broader than ever.

"That is good" replied Mistress Rebekah before glancing at the WPC giving her a little smile and then turning on her heels and marching out of the reception area pushing the doors open as she passed through them. "Come girl"; she shouted exiting the building.

Jenny quickly turned to the WPC, "thank you for everything"; she said hurriedly before quickly scurrying out of the doors behind Mistress Rebekah.

The WPC just stood there for a few seconds re-gaining her breath and her composure.

Constable Gail Holloway walked to the changing room. It was the end of her shift. She was tired; it had been a long busy day. Although for the past two and half-hours the only things she could think about were the poor battered girl Jenny and her dominatrix. First she had thought how ridiculous the woman looked but the more she thought about it the more she realised she didn’t look ridiculous just very powerful. And that was one of the reasons that she hadn't been able to stop thinking of her. Gail undressed quickly and put on her casual civilian clothes. She practically raced out of the station and jumped in her little car. In a matter of minutes she was diving in through the front door of her flat. She threw her bag to one side and took her coat off leaving it slumped over a chair.

Gail switched her computer on; she sat impatiently drumming her fingers as the computer warmed up. Eventually she typed her password in and connected the modem to the phone socked while it went through the start up process. She sat back down in her chair and tied her hair back in a ponytail.

"Search", she said to herself.

Gail clicked on the search icon and entered 'Mistress Rebecca' before pressing the search button.

'223 matches' pinged up on the screen

Gail was surprised how many Dominatrix there were, she decide to narrow her search to the United Kingdom.

'UK Mistress Rebecca' she typed.

'14 matches' pinged up on the screen. That’s better Gail thought as she started to scroll down the list. She guessed that Mistress Rebekah must be based in London so she dismissed any other areas.

There were two Mistress Rebecca's based in London and after Gail had viewed their pictures she realised that this was going to be more difficult than she expected; neither of them were the woman she was looking for. Gail stood up and walked around the room thinking.

"Surname, what was it?" she said out loud, "North…something, um North, Northfield, Northwood!" she said with a jump and slight scream. Gail returned to the computer and typed in 'UK Mistress Northwood' hoping that this would bring her more luck she clicked on search and waited.

'1 match found' pinged up on the screen.

Without hesitation Gail clicked on the link and held her breath.

Big bold red letters flashed across the screen, when they came into focus Gail read 'Submit' and then 'Obey'. The screen flicked and swirled different colours, all the time Gail couldn't take her eyes from the screen. An eerie melody played but Gail couldn't quite make out the words, she strained to hear as her senses were bombarded with images and sound. Suddenly the music stopped and Gail could hear the words. They were soft; she still had to listen hard, the same two words over and over and over again, "Submit", and "Obey". Gail listened intently as the words trailed off into nothing. The screen went black before a picture of Mistress Rebekah appeared along side it said 'Welcome to Mistress Rebekah's World, you are most welcome. Gail realised why she hadn't found her previously, it was a pretty unique way of spelling Rebekah but Gail liked it. Next to the picture of Mistress Rebekah were four buttons numbered one through four, Gail moved her mouse pointer over the first button and clicked it.

Gail picked up her coat and bag and left the apartment making sure the door was closed firmly behind her. She waited patiently for the lift and entered it pressing the button marked G. Gail remained motionless as the lift descended to the lowest level. Gail exited the lift and made her way to her car.

She pulled up into a parking space and started to walk briskly down the road. It was about seven o'clock and the sun was setting, the sky was a hundred different shades of orange. She kept walking, totally focused on the way she was heading and nothing else concerned or distracted her from this. She turned right down into a small lane with big black oak doors on each side. She made her way to the far end and stood in front of the end-most door looking up at the big cast Iron door knocker, took a big deep breath and pulled it back before letting it go. She did this three times before taking a step back holding her hands together in front of her waiting patiently.

Almost a minute had gone by before Gail heard any noise from behind the big Oak door. Gail looked up to see the eye hatch slide quickly open and an eye peer down at her. The hatch slid back closed and Gail could here chains and bolts jangling behind the door. Eventually the door was pulled open from the inside to reveal a small Asian girl. The girl looked about 18; she was dressed in tight black leather a corset top and skirts. She also wore very high-heeled ankle boots. Her hair was tied in a ponytail high up on her head. She smiled at Gail and waved her hand signalling for Gail to follow her. Gail rather nervously stepped inside and followed the girl down the dark corridor. The big oak door swung shut behind her with a bang making Gail jump. She was led into a very rustic looking room with a real wood fire and big leather armchairs. The girl signalled for her to sit and then took off down one of the dimly lit corridors that led off the room. Gail sat rather nervously on the edge of the seat clutching her bag to her chest. As she sat she started to take a look around the room, it reminded her of old English pub, lots of old dark wood, leather and polished brass. The heat from the fire was starting to make her perspire and she decided to remove her coat placing it neatly on the arm of the big chair in which she sat.

After about ten minutes Gail heard footsteps from one of the corridors. Into the room walked the girl followed by a man. He was wearing a black suit with a black shirt open at the collar. His hair was long but neat and he had a goatee beard. He smiled broadly at Gail and extended his arm to her.

"Hello my name is Dragonia, and who might you be?" he said still smiling broadly.

Gail cleared her throat and spoke; "my name is Gail, Gail Holloway".

"Well Gail, Gail Holloway how can I help you?" replied Dragonia his smile widening.

Gail smiled at his pun; "um well I am here for step one".

Dragonia nodded, "very good", he said before turning to the girl, "Ling prepare the rooms and get the others ready" before turning back to Gail and flashing another big smile.

Gail was confused she wasn't even sure why she had come here. What had possessed her to search for Mistress Rebekah let alone carry out step one?

Gail followed the man in the black suit down the corridor and into a perfectly white room. It had two doors exiting off to the right a couple of large white leather chairs and an old fashioned changing screen. Gail was directed to sit in the left-hand chair. Dragonia clapped his hand and the left-hand door swung open, three women who were dressed almost exactly the same as Ling entered through the door. He looked back and smiled again at Gail, "I am going to leave you with my girls for a while, if you have any problems tell Ling", he said before turning back and exiting out of the door.

Gail watched the three women, all very beautiful, all very slim Asians with ponytails and leather corset dresses. They even wore the same boots. Gail noticed however that Ling.'s boots were embroidered with a red dragon where as the other girl's boots were plain. The first girl took Gail's hand and asked her very softly to stand. Gail did before the three girls glided round her slowly unfastening and undoing her clothes. Her shirt was unbuttoned her jeans were removed and in no time at all she was stood in just her bra and panties. Gail was surprised at how relaxed she felt, she did however feel a little embarrassed especially when she glanced over to Ling. Ling flashed her a big smile. Next the girls pulled out material measures and started to measure her. They measured what seemed to be every part of her, from her head to her toes. Once they had finished the girls filed out of the room and Gail was left standing there. Ling had moved around behind the screen and emerged with a white towelling robe that she wrapped around Gail to keep her warm. Ling tied the belt before pulling Gail right up close to her and giving her a very soft kiss on the cheek. Ling then gave her a warm smile.

"Please sit", she said, "the girls won't be long".

Gail sat back in the big white armchair.

Ling walked towards the door and went through it closing it behind her as she went. Gail was left alone in the white room.

Very quiet music was being piped into the room but Gail couldn't work out where the speakers were. It was a very soft haunting melody similar to that she had heard earlier on her computer. The door swung open and the two of the three women returned led by Ling. They were pulling a rail with them with lots of clothes hanging on it along with several shoeboxes and other larger boxes that Gail didn't really recognise. The three women silently moved to Gail and again raised her to her feet. They removed her robe and proceeded to remove her underwear before asking her to sit back down. Gail felt very conscious, she had a decent body, she had to stay fit in the police force but she didn’t really like being naked with strangers. The door opened again and the third woman returned carrying a large bowl of what looked like hot water. She placed it on the floor in front of Gail, before going to the larger box and opening it retrieving a large white towel a cutthroat razor and a bottle of white liquid. Ling came round behind Gail's chair resting her hands on her shoulders. Ling let down to her ear, she whispered "relax and close your eyes". Gail instinctively did as she was told and closed her eyes; she had more trouble relaxing though. Gail felt soft hands on her legs parting them; she felt even more vulnerable now but kept her eyes closed as she felt cold steel running over her legs. It felt nice, she had never had her legs shaved like this before, her disposable razor at home wasn't that good really and this felt like the hairs would never grow back. Gail actually started to enjoy the feelings as she relaxed. The razor was moving further and further up her legs all the way to the top. Gail jumped as she felt the cold razor start to take away her pubic hairs, she thought about protesting but she felt Ling's soft hand caressing her shoulders and thought better of it. Once they had finished she felt the liquid being applied to her shaven parts. Ling whispered back into her ear, "you shouldn't have to shave ever again". Gail opened her eyes and looked down, her legs were perfect and she was surprised to see her pretty little shaven pussy winking back up at her. Gail felt herself going red with embarrassment.

Ling stood up in front of her and extended her hand. "Please stand", she said taking Gail over to the clothes rail. "Now we have an outfit for you that is the last thing that you will ever wear, of course this is only if Mistress thinks you worthy". Those words echoed round Gail's head. Gail watched as Ling pulled out a very short black leather skirt and positioned it for Gail to step into. Gail stepped into the skirt before Ling pulled it up and fastened it at the back. One of the girls then passed Ling a black leather corset; Ling wrapped the front around Gail before moving to the back and lacing it up. Gail then felt Ling put her foot on Gail's back so she could tighten it. "Breathe in bitch", Ling said as she pulled. Gail breathed in and felt the corset tighten around her. Gail's looked down to see her breasts looking back up at her. She found it difficult to breathe but took lots of little breaths. Ling smiled "The breathing will get easier, now get on your knees", she said taking a brush from one of the girls. Ling began brushing and styling Gail's hair and in no time at all she had it exactly like the others, a smart ponytail on the top of her head. Next one of the girls handed Ling a shoe box, which she opened pulled back the tissue paper and removed the pair of black leather ankle boots. The heel on these must have been five inches. Gail sat in her chair as Ling knelt to slip the boots on to her feet; she fastened them with two small padlocks. Gail had no idea where the key was. Lastly Ling brought out some make-up and applied some bright red lipstick. Ling took a couple of steps back, "stand up and turn for me", she said. Gail did as she was told. Ling clapped her hands together, "perfect" she said, "Mistress will be pleased". The three girls took the rail and empty boxes along with Gail's old clothes and left the room through the left-hand door. Ling took Gail by the hand and led her to the right-hand door.

Ling led Gail down one of the dusty dark corridors and into another room. It was a small room, with another door at the other side. "Now bitch, just remember this", said Ling, "That woman in there is perfect, she is a Goddess and you will treat her as such, do you understand?" Gail just nodded. "Never look directly at her unless she is talking to you, never talk without being spoken to first and most important always reply, Yes Mistress, do you understand?" Gail nodded again. Ling looked at Gail, kissed her on the cheek, "good luck", she said before opening the door and escorting Gail into the main chamber.

Gail walked in eyes glued to the floor following Ling's lead.

"Have her kneel before me", a voice boomed out across the room.

"Kneel down bitch", Ling said. Gail of course knelt.

"Look up girl I want to see what you look like", the voice boomed again.

Gail hesitated but then raised her head to look towards the voice. She recognised Mistress Rebekah Northwood sat in a very grand throne-like chair before her. There were two girls sat either side of her knelt dressed exactly as she was. Gail recognised the one to Mistress Rebekah's right as Jenny, she still had a bruised lip and black eye. Gail focused again on Mistress Rebekah; she was dressed in a black leather dress, very tight very revealing it had a split up the front that went up to her waist to show she was wearing black leather panties. She had black stockings and thigh-high black stiletto boots. Her hair was tied back but lower than her slave's and she held her riding crop in her right hand. She stood up, Gail felt very small against this hugely powerful woman in front of her, and it made her tingle inside.

"Very pretty girl we have here Ling", Mistress Rebekah said closely inspecting Gail.

"Yes Mistress", said Ling lifting her head to speak and then lowering it just as soon as she had finished.

"Yes very pretty indeed", Mistress Rebekah said turning her back and returning to her throne.

Ling motioned for Gail to bow her head and Gail did as she was told.

Mistress Rebekah clapped her hands twice. Gail could hear lots of movement, she could see from the corner of her eyes that the girls sat each side of Mistress Rebekah has stood and walked off in opposite directions. She then saw movement from the opposite direction, she was sure four men just entered to replace the girls at Mistress Rebekah's side.

"Rack her", Mistress Rebekah thundered.

Two women came up behind Gail and lifted her to her feet leading her backwards against the wall. They extended her arms and fastened them in place with big black leather clasps. Her legs were also spread and clasped in place using the same leather clasps. Then lastly her neck was kept in place by a larger clasp. Gail couldn't move. She could now see the four men with Mistress Rebekah; two knelt on either side of her. They were naked. Gail caught a glimpse either side of her there were the women, two on each side. Jenny was just to her left.

"Begin", Mistress Rebekah said, "Jenny you first my pet".

Gail saw Jenny curtsey to Mistress before standing directly in front of Gail. Jenny unfastened her corset and undid her skirt. Gail watched the naked Jenny, with a black eye and cut lip, strip naked before her. Her body was a little bruised but she seemed fine. Jenny lent into Gail and whispered "relax and be good and you will enjoy, fight it and it will be hard on you".

Gail took a deep breath, "what have I got myself into here", she said under her breath.

"Flip her" Jenny said to a girl at the side.

Flip her? Gail thought, suddenly she felt her whole body starting to rotate against the wall; in no time at all she was upside down. Gail's eyes started to water slightly, but she managed to blink the tears away. Jenny took the sides of Gail's tight leather skirt and pulled it down around her waist exposing her newly shaven pussy. Jenny then lent over and started to lick and suck at Gail's pussy, Gail couldn't help but let out a moan as she felt Jenny enter her. Jenny suddenly stopped and stepped back, "flip her back", she said. Gail felt herself returning upright. Jenny moved right close to Gail and with venom shouted "you bitch will moan when I fucking say you moan and you will cum when I fucking say you cum, do you understand bitch?

"Yes", Gail said shaking.

Jenny lowered her head and then lifted it quickly hearing the response slapping Gail across the cheek. "Yes what, you pathetic whore?"

"Yes Mistress", Gail said quickly tears in her eyes from the shock.

"That’s better", Jenny said stepping back, "flip her back".

Gail felt herself being rotated back around until once again she was upside-down. Jenny slapped her legs, one by one, Gail was careful to bite her lip and not make any sound. Jenny stepped back to see her reaction and then smiled before she lowered her mouth to Gail's shaven pussy once again licking and kissing it. Gail felt wonderful she had never had a girl pleasure her orally, only guys and to be honest they hadn't been that good. It took every ounce of willpower for Gail not to scream out loud as Jenny parted her lips with her tongue and entered her. It was torture.
Gail could just about see over to where Mistress Rebekah sat. She sat on the edge of her seat intently watching the spectacle before her, as she casually swung her crop in her right hand. Gail felt Jenny's tongue dancing over her pussy, inside and out, her tongue playing with her clit and even round to her tight puckered asshole.

"You like this don't you whore?" Jenny said between licks.

"Yes Mistress", Gail said breathlessly.

"Good now you can show me how good you are", Jenny replied. Jenny stepped back and lifted her skirt up round her waist to expose her equally shaven pussy. Jenny sat on a bench and pulled it up to under Gail's head before sitting on legs open and sliding her pussy up to Gail's lips. Gail started to lick and suck at Jenny's soft lips, licking up over her clit and sliding her tongue as deep as possible inside her warm wet hole. She could feel Jenny's pussy convulsing as she licked and sucked more and more taking her lips between her teeth and biting softly. Gail hadn't noticed but Mistress Rebekah had come to stand next right next to the couple.

"You are a good slut Jenny", Mistress Rebekah said quietly, "You may cum now".

Jenny let out a huge scream; her whole body shaking as Gail felt warm liquid start to trickle down into her mouth. Gail was forced to drink the juices down or she would have choked. Once finished Jenny sat back up, stood in front of Mistress Rebekah and bowed her head. Mistress Rebekah put her hand on her head, "good girl, go and sit in my chair I will be there shortly." Gail then saw Mistress Rebekah turn and look at her; she was still fastened to the wall and had been rotated upside-down. Mistress Rebekah ran her leather-clad hand over Gail's thigh and up to her pussy. She dipped a finger inside her, withdrew it looking at the wetness on her glove and smiled before extending her hand to Gail's mouth. Gail opened her mouth and licked and sucked on Mistress Rebekah's finger much to Mistress Rebekah's amusement.

"Flip her back", Mistress Rebekah commanded stepping back to a safe distance.

Gail felt herself rotating again and returned to upright, she felt quite light-headed after being upside down for quite a while and it felt quite good if not a little dizzy. Mistress Rebekah clicked her fingers and the four men sat by her throne stood up and marched down to her, lining up just behind her, heads bowed. Gail quickly glanced at them - they were all dark haired, well built and very attractive. The most obvious thing about them was their complete lack of clothes. Mistress Rebekah turned to face them; she stood in front of the first one and did something. Gail couldn't see as Mistress Rebekah was obscuring her view. She then moved onto the next and then the next, the difference was obvious once she had moved as they were left with big hard erections in place of the smaller flaccid cocks they had before. Gail was surprised how easily Mistress Rebekah had made them so big and hard. Mistress Rebekah turned back to face Gail, "show this bitch how much of a whore she is", Mistress Rebekah said before turning to the right and stepping out of the way.

The first man stepped forward; he took his now sizeable cock in his hand and proceeded to slide it inside Gail. Gail had never taken a cock this big before and had to once again bite her lip to stop herself screaming out as he thrust up into her pussy. Completely restrained Gail could do nothing but let this man pound into her, he kept pounding for at least five minutes before looking over to Mistress Rebekah who nodded, he thrust one more time before emptying his cum into Gail's abused pussy. Gail couldn't help but let out a little moan under her breath as she shuddered in ecstasy. The man removed himself and stood back in line only to be replaced by the next man. He did the same looking over to Mistress Rebekah before emptying himself into Gail. Then the next, then the next. After all four men had finished Gail left shaking in ecstasy, she could feel the cum seeping from her now full pussy and sliding down the inside of her legs, this made her shake more.

Gail closed her eyes trying to contain her overwhelming urge to scream out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She hardly noticed the hand resting on her shoulder and the soft voice whispering into her ear.

"Gail you have done well", said the voice, "I am pleased with you", she said again, "you may now cum".

Instantly on hearing these words Gail came, her body shook all over wrestling with the restraints as her pussy contracted over and over, her breasts on fire as she felt all the blood in her body shoot into her clitoris and her swollen pussy lips.

Exhausted she lost her footing and slumped against the wall, her hands and legs still restrained she just hung there. Gail felt weak from her experience, she felt blind and deaf. She could however feel hand all over her, every touch felt like a thousand touches and ever finger felt like a hand. She felt herself being lifted out of her restraints and being placed carefully down on the soft padded mat. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Gail woke with a start, she was at home, she stood up and looked around, her computer curser was blinking on the screen, ‘Step 2’ it said. She looked in the mirror to see she was still dressed in her leather skirt and corset and boots.

“My God”, she said aloud, “what do I do next?”

I was up before Tina, thanks to my wife's early schedule. So when my newest slave came upstairs I was in the kitchen eating breakfast and waiting for her. She was wearing a nice wrap-around dress and heels. Which was nice, but I did not leave anything out for her to wear.

"Why are you wearing that?" I asked her in stern voice.

"Uh, you didn't leave me anything to wear. I thought you forgot so I picked something out, Master."

"I didn't forget. When I said you are to wear what I leave out for you, I meant it. So if I don't leave anything, then you are to go naked," I informed her.

"Oh, I'm sorry Sir."

"You will be, soon enough. Get out of those clothes."

Tina quickly removed the dress and took off the shoes.

"Now go put them away and wait for me in the training room," I told her.

She looked scared, but Tina still headed back downstairs. I enjoyed watching her fine ass wiggle as she left. I finished my juice and toast before I made my way to the training room. Tina was there as I had instructed, kneeling in the middle of the room wearing nothing except her collar. I ignored her and instead moved to the padded bench. I unlocked the height adjusters and lowered it a few inches.

Next I stood Tina up and had her bend over the bench until she was up onto the balls of her feet and her tits hung down over the other side. I bound her hands to the legs of the bench so that she could not get off it until I released her. Her ass looked so inviting and I couldn't resist running my hand lovingly over it.

"You know how they say there's a fine line between pleasure and pain?" I asked rhetorically, then continued before she could answer. "It's true sometimes. That's because while the nerve endings transmit physical sensations, it's the brain that interprets those signals. Let me demonstrate."

I retrieved a small vibrator from the closet and returned to Tina. Then I turned it on and slipped it into her hot little snatch. She jumped and let out a little moan. As she enjoyed that I caressed her sexy butt lightly.

"Right now," I interrupted her soft moaning, "your brain is in the pleasure mode. So if I do this," I slapped her ass lightly, "it doesn't hurt, it feels good. Isn't that right?"

"Yes it does, Sir," Tina purred.

I continued caressing her ass, but I was rubbing it harder now. After a few seconds I gave her another slap, a little bit harder this time. Tina jumped a little and let out an "Oh!" sound.

"Did that sent a pleasurable little jolt right through your brain?" I asked.

"Yes."

I put my foot between hers and moved them about half a meter apart. Then leaving one hand on her ass, I moved the other down between her legs and began stroking her clit gently. Tina let out a gasp and tried to press he pussy against my hand harder, but in that position she really couldn't move much. I maintained a light touch. I only gave her enough stimulation to get her worked up, but I wasn't about to let her cum. She started whimpering when I slapped her ass the third time. This was harder than I had done before, and probably harder than she had been spanked as an adult. It left a red hand print briefly.

"OH!" Tina exclaimed and her whole body twitched.

"Did that feel good, my little horny slave?"

"Oh yes Master,' She replied huskily.

"Would you like another?" I asked.

"Yes, please."

I gave her another swat, which produced the same reaction. Then a few seconds later I gave her yet another one. She muttered something in Croation.

"What was that? English please."

"I'm so close Master. Please," She groaned.

"Please what?" I asked as I continued to rub her ass and pussy.

"Please make me cum."

"Maybe later. This is supposed to be your punishment too," I said and took my hands away.

"No..."

I pulled the little vibrator out of her pussy and moved around to the other side of the bench. I reached under Tina and played with her already hard nipples. She liked that. When I sensed she was enjoying it too much I gave one of her hanging tits a little slap. Not as hard as the last couple on her ass since tits are more sensitive. Again a spasm went through her body. I didn't have to ask her if she liked it; I could tell she did. I played with her nipples for a little while longer and then I slapped the other tit.

She was getting too close to her orgasm so I stopped and stepped back. She looked incredibly hot bent over the padded bench and restrained with her arms over her head; her tits hanging down. I moved behind her again and checked out her pussy. It was leaking copiously and starting to run down her thighs. What a hot bitch!

I started rubbing her pussy again, making sure to just brush her clit. Tina was squirming now, trying to get more contact on her engorged clit. That's when I slapped her pussy. It was a light slap but the result was explosive. Even though she was up on the balls of her feet she still jumped off the ground and cried, "OH!"

It looked like her legs were getting tired, so I and released her arms. She almost fell over when her weight returned to her legs. I had to steady her. I sat her down on the bed.

"Have you learned your lessons my pet?" I asked.

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Now be an obedient little slave and suck my cock. You got me all worked up."

Tina did as she was told. She pulled my shorts down and went about her task with enthusiasm. I would never get tired of watching her head bob up and down on my manhood. Or seeing her full lips glide over my hard shaft. As I thought about her discipline session and what I had yet planned, I felt myself getting closer and closer. Then my orgasm hit me and I filled Tina's mouth with my hot spunk. Being a good little slave she swallowed it all down and then continued sucking me lightly until she had it all.

After that I took Tina back upstairs and let her have a proper breakfast. It's important to start the day right, after all. When she was finished I had her clean up the kitchen -- in the nude of course. Then I decided that it was high time I started my exercise regimen again. I explained to Tina that it's just as important to exercise right as it is to eat right. Too many people engage in heavy work-outs which makes them extremely hungry. This causes them to eat more than they normally would, often taking in more calories than they used during their work-out. I've found it's much better to have light work-outs on a regular basis.

So Tina and I did some free weights and abdominal exercises. I really enjoyed watching her work out. There's something hot about a naked woman flexing her muscles and breathing hard. Tina has such a sexy body; it was difficult keeping my hands off of her. After we were finished we stretched to make sure we didn't get any muscle cramps. That was fun too, especially when I had her put her feet shoulder width apart and then bend at her waist as she tried to put her hands flat on the floor. The view from behind was magnificent.

I wanted to go jogging later, but I knew that Tina didn't have the right clothes for that, so we needed to go shopping. We got dressed and headed out to the local Target store. First up was some athletic bras. I let Tina pick those out. Next were running shoes. That didn't take too long; she didn't need anything fancy since we would only be jogging modest distances. Running shorts were another matter though. I wanted to get something to show off her gorgeous ass, but not so tight as to make running in them uncomfortable. In the end I picked out a hot pink pair that said "Juicy" across the back, a shiny blue pair, and a clingy bright green spandex pair that would show off her curves perfectly. A few tank tops with spaghetti straps rounded out the ensemble.

As soon as we returned home I had her change into the pink "Juicy" shorts and a matching pink tank top while I donned appropriate jogging attire myself. I told Tina that I usually jog a couple of kilometers a day and asked her if she thought she could go that far.

"I don't know, sir. I don't really jog much."

"OK then, we'll just do one kilometer today and see how it goes."

We took one of my favorite routes though the park I lived near. I was used to jogging alone, but I enjoyed having Tina with me. I had no problem keeping one eye on the path and one on her. Even with the sports bra her tits still had a nice little bounce. At one point I dropped back just a little so that I could see her hot ass wiggle. We jogged through the park, exited out the other side from where we entered and then returned to my house via the local streets. I had just barely broken a sweat, but Tina was breathing heavily and was clearly finished. Damn, she even looked tight dripping with sweat.

After she caught her breath I had Tina join me in the shower for a quick rinse. I was tempted to make it something more, but I decided to pace myself. I settled for teasing my little slave a bit instead. I had her wash me first and then I rubbed her down. I caressed her tits and pulled on her nipples as she stood under the spray of warm water rinsing the sweat off her sexy body. Next I ran my finger along her seam; she was even wetter down there. I felt her shiver as my fingertip brushed her clit. That's when I stopped and turned of the water.

After we dried off I didn't let Tina get dressed, but I put on a pair of underwear and shorts. Then I made us a light lunch. When we were finished, I sat down on the computer to check out some news sites. While I was doing this I had my new slave kneel on the floor between my legs and suck my cock. I told her that I didn't want to cum; I just wanted to feel her lips and tongue on me. Several times she got me too hot and I had to push her away for a few minutes, but overall she did a good job keeping me hard. It was the most fun I'd ever had surfing the web. After an hour or so I was more than ready for something more though.

I moved to the couch and had Tina follow me. "Are you ready to fuck me, my slave?" I asked as she stood in front of me.

"Oh yes Master," she replied excitedly, "I thought you'd never ask."

"Then ask me permission."

"Please let me fuck you Sir. I want to show you how much pleasure my pussy can bring you."

"I may, but first I have some new rules. From now on you are to call your breasts tits or knockers or jugs, the raunchier the better. Also your pussy is now your cunt or snatch or twat, but never kitty or vagina. Likewise your butt is to be referred to as your ass, but I hate booty and caboose. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master," Tina answered.

"Good. Now try asking for permission again, and use some of your new words."

"Please let me fuck you Sir. I want to rub my tits in your face and take your hard cock into my wet cunt."

"That's a good start, my horny little bitch. You have permission to climb aboard." I answered.

Tina sat on my lap, facing me, and proceeded to do exactly as she promised. First she rubbed her wonderful tits on my face. Her nipples were already hard, but the got even harder when I nipped at them as they slid by my mouth. While she did this she was also rubbing her clit against my throbbing manhood. It felt good and I was anxious to slip it inside her steaming twat, but I waited for her to do it. After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only half a minute, Tina put her hand down between her legs and guided my missile into her honey pot.

As the head of my cock split her swollen cunt lips apart, Tina's mouth fell open. I slowly filled her inch by inch. Her jaw went slack and her eye lids fluttered. Her fuck hole felt incredible, like a hot velvet glove gripping my cock from tip to root. It was worth the wait, Tina definitely had a first class pussy.

"This time I want you to cum first so that I can watch your face as your cunt spasms on my cock," I informed her.

She just nodded her head in acknowledgment, too lost in her lust to speak. Tina began a moderate pace, rocking more than stroking up and down. I just sucked on her nipples and enjoyed the moment. It was so erotic watching the expressions on her face as she fucked me. It's during these kind of unguarded moments that you can learn a lot about someone by watching their face. This time was no different.

After several minutes Tina put her hand between her legs and rubbed her clit for a few seconds before exploding in orgasmic pleasure. She cried out loudly and squirmed uncontrollably in my lap, her cunt squeezing my steel hard prick like a vice. Then she slumped against me, still shaking from the aftershocks of her climax.

"So, how was it fucking someone else other than your husband with your married cunt?" I whispered in her ear.

"Wonderful, just wonderful," she sighed.

"Do you want some more?"

"Oh yes, Master, please."

"You are such a horny slut," I replied, "OK, now it's my turn."

I lifted her off my lap and laid her down on the couch. Then I put her feet up onto my shoulders and entered her. I went in right to the hilt in one stroke, she was so fucking wet.

"Fuck you've got a tight snatch for a bitch with two children."

There had already been enough slow fucking, so I gave it to her fast and hard. Tina began moaning and babbling in Croatian, but I still got the gist of what she was saying. I pounded her hard for a few minutes and then slowed down to take a quick break and change things up. Every time I pulled out, her cunt seemed to be trying to pull my dick back in, like it just wanted to be full of hard cock all the time. Then I pulled out, rolled her over, and entered her from behind. Grabbing her hips I picked up the pace, really slamming into her. I really love that sound of our bodies slapping together.

Tina reached under herself to rub her clit as I continued to pound her from behind. Shortly she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, squeezing my cock and driving me crazy. This one lasted much longer than the first one. I was envious of women that could have multiple orgasms, especially horny little sluts like Tina. I paused until she recovered somewhat. Actually I needed to cool down a bit myself or I was going to blow my load soon, and I didn't want that to happen just yet.

As I held my cock motionless deep inside her, I reached under Tina and played with her tits. Every time I pinched one of her nipples, her cunt spasmed and clamped down on my cock for a second. That was fun for a little while, but the urge to start fucking again became overpowering. I tried to select a rhythm that I could maintain for a while, and at first it worked. My cock was going deep with full strokes.

"You are so deep," Tina moaned. "It feels so good."

I was really enjoying it too. Her cunt was hot and wet and I couldn't remember the last time I was so hard. Every stroke brought me intense pleasure and I wanted it to last forever. But my new slave's pussy was just too damn good and soon I was approaching the point of no return. Tina must have sensed my impending climax.

"Fuck me my Master, cum inside me."

That was it, I plunged my steel hard cock into her one last time as deeply as I could. My orgasm hit me like a freight train. For a moment it felt like I was going to pour my entire being out through my cock. Spasm after wonderful spasm I pumped my man juice deep into her twat until I was spent.

I fell back onto the couch, totally satisfied. After a minute or two Tina turned around and tenderly cleaned up my cock with her mouth and tongue. She was really turning out to be a great slave. When she was finished she laid her head on my thigh and we must have both fallen asleep just like that.

The next thing I know, I'm looking up into the face of my wife. She had a playful look on her face.

"I see you two had some fun today," she said.

"All work, I assure you," I replied, "Part of the training program."

She wasn't buying any of that. "Sure it was."

But I knew she wasn't mad at me; just having a little fun because of the situation. I have a great wife. How many men can boast that if their wife caught them naked on the couch with another woman that she'd joke about it with him?

Sherry and I decided to go out for supper so Tina and I both got dressed and we all piled into the car. We went to a local bar that served good steaks and had Guinness Stout on tap. The women were dressed normally, more or less, since this was a place we ate at often, but Tina was still wearing her collar. I thought in a working class place like that she wouldn't stand out, but I was wrong. After we were finished eating I heard a voice that I hadn't heard in a long time. I turned my head and saw him talking to somebody. I quickly stood up and approached him.

"Frank, is that you?" I asked.

"Paul! How the hell are you doing? I didn't know you were back in town."

We caught up for a few minutes and then I brought him back to the table. Sherry already knew him, of course, we had been friends when we were younger. I introduced him to Tina and gave him the cover story about how she was visiting us while her husband was attending intense training classes. Staying as close to the truth as possible is always best. He seemed fascinated with her and asked a lot of questions about her and Mark and how we became friends. Tina artfully danced around his questions, but in the end I think he sensed something more was going on. Eventually I told him we had to go because Sherry had to get up early for work. We exchanged phone numbers and he promised he would call me soon.

The rest of the evening was uneventful and soon I was laying in bed with Sherry snuggled up against me. I couldn't help thinking how hard it must be for Tina to sleep alone. It really made me realize how dedicated she was to Mark to stay with me and be trained, just because he asked her to. This made me even more determined to make sure I was successful, or else all her hardships will have been for nothing, and I couldn't stand that thought.

Mandy awoke with Sandra tightly spooned to her body. She untangled herself without waking her lover, crept to the shower and rinsed the sweat and other residue of the previous night from her body. She slid across the floor and to the bedroom door; her lover was now on her back snoring (such a cute sound!), perfect in her innocence. Mandy carefully moved into the front room.

William sat with his paper; Beth's head was in his lap, her body sprawled on the couch. She glowed, her world perfect in every way with William right there. Mandy sighed; she would never become that submissive, but the temptation of an uncomplicated world...

Rebekka was fighting with the stove; she did not have her uncle's flair for eggs or pancakes. Jerome was watching her struggles, trying not to laugh at his petite lover. It looked like it would be scrambled eggs, after all.

Mandy thought for a moment no one had noted her entry. "Good morning," William's voice carried without booming in the room. "I want you to know I am proud of you, proud of Sandra. You did well last night." He turned the page of his paper, never having moved his head. Mandy didn't know what to make of William; she'd known him over five years – had been a sometimes lover for most that time. Until this two weeks she'd never known he had family – hell, never known he could cook, or bleed, or be angered. She moved to the counter, nearer Jerome. He was an easier puzzle to work; still complicated but human.

Sitting centered on the counter were eleven pale yellow roses. The card sat below them. She reached for it; Jerome's hand flicked out, slapping her. "Not until your lover rises, dear." He smiled gently while saying it; Mandy knew he was right. Still, she wanted the envelope now. Rebekka put a plate of eggs with ham, not too badly mangled, in front of her. A cup of coffee followed.

Rebekka looked at her with a sparkle in her eyes. "Did you see my mother's face when Sandra took the head chair at the table? Or when Jerome took second?" She was giddy with amusement. Mandy shook her head, not recalling. She didn't know the significance of what Rebekka was saying. Mandy smiled and nodded.

The coffee was wonderful. William and Beth came over to eat, Beth holding on William's arm. She slid next to Mandy, leaning over to whisper. "You know you two are now a couple, right?" A soft giggle, then, "You get to be bottom in public, lucky you. Sandra will have expectations; you just get to play around." She stretched like a cat, flexing her back.

Mandy hadn't thought of that; the thought of being the submissive in the relationship had never crossed her mind. Sandra was compliant; Mandy was impulsive and domineering. Nah, they'd redo this. Maybe. Well, they should. The confusion played over Mandy's face. It was nice to be cared for... Sandra did so well. Mandy had a lot to consider.

Sandra crept out of the bedroom quietly, wearing a robe. She came up behind Mandy, hugging her close. "Morning, lover." She snagged a piece of toast off Mandy's plate. "You can open the envelope now."

Mandy had leaned back against Sandra, rubbing her back against the thick cotton robe. Her hand snagged the envelope, pulling it open and extracting the card.

"On the twelfth day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Twelve hours of dominance, and many orgasms from her tongue. Until midnight, I am your servant, my slave. - Mistress Sandra"

Mandy's breath caught in her throat. The card fell from nerveless fingers. It came together; Mandy realized she'd been seduced by a domme. She was soaking the seat cushion below her sore bottom. Without thinking she dropped off the chair, turning to face her lover, her mistress, on her knees. She bent to kiss the pretty toes, "Oh mistress it is too much," her voice was different in her own ears. Happier. Like Beth's.

She kissed up the leg under the robe, finding the black corset that had so excited her that first night. Tears flowed; Mandy could not stop crying from the happiness that finally had broken free inside. Sandra raised her up then dropped her robe, turning to the couch in the living room. She wiggled her bottom at Mandy, bending over the back, rising up with the paddle and a willow wand.

Sandra set them on the side table, then leaned over the couch back, presenting her bottom to Mandy, to the room. "Lover, will you spank me like the devious, manipulative, minx I am deserves to be spanked?"

Mandy strode over to the side table. For eleven days she'd thought about her revenge on her lover. For the paddling. For the restraints. She snatched up the paddle, her anger bubbling up inside.

"Treacherous!" SMACK. "Conniving!" SMACK. "Manipulative!" SMACK. "Devious!" SMACK. "Arrogant!" SMACK. "Sneaky!" SMACK. "Willful!" SMACK. "Minx!" SMACK.

Silence.

The paddle dropped to the floor. Mandy sagged to her knees. She crept up to the offered bottom, offering kisses on the angry red welts she'd raised. "Beautiful. Sexy. Wonderful. Beloved. Lovely. Exciting. Mine. My Mistress." The words trailed into tears, the kisses continuing on the offered bottom.

"I... I can't, Mistress Sandra," Mandy pulled at her lover, her mistress, turning her around. "Please, Mistress, please... please forgive me, Mistress. Tell me how to please you, Mistress."

Sandra's laughter rang in the apartment, the sheer joy of it resounding. "Oh, my beautiful firebutt. I have to forgive you; it is your last command to me." Sandra pulled Mandy's face to the apex of her legs. "Beth, would you fetch Mandy's present from under the tree? It is early, but she is ready for it."

Beth crept to the tree on hands and knees; she fetched the package in its fiery red wrap to Sandra in her mouth. Sandra took it from her, gently. "Thank Beth for bringing your present, Mandy." Emotions tumbling in her head, Mandy half tackled Beth, moving to lap at the other woman's sex. Beth nimbly adjusted, settling on bottom of a 69 with the redhead. A flurry of nips and licks ensued, the two women squirming on the floor, moaning and crying from pleasure given and taken.

The audience sat mute. Rebekka looked at her uncle, chewing on her lower lip, unsure what this meant. William was quiet, approving. Jerome appreciated the view, taking it for what it was. Sandra was beaming, finally having gained what she wanted. When the two women finally broke apart long minutes later, Beth kissed Mandy, "You're welcome, firebutt." Beth crept, wiggling her bottom in a sinuous motion, to William's side. Her smile warmed her new-found soul sister.

Sandra opened the package for Mandy; she held the gold and emerald choker out to her devoted slave. Mandy kissed Sandra's feet, her knees, her thighs, and higher yet. Sandra fastened the choker in place, allowing Sandra's tongue to bring her up and over the edge. As her spasms subsided, she pulled her slave to her feet, sharing a fierce kiss flavored by her own essence and that of Beth. Mandy clung to the smaller woman, nuzzling a nipple that overflowed the corset.

Mandy heard the whispered words from Sandra, words that sealed her fate, "I love you, firebutt. You are mine to love, mine to direct, mine to tease and please and devour. I am your Mistress, your lover, your world. And you are mine."

Mandy sunk to her knees, her place in the world; this private world. She smiled at Beth, understanding the other woman at last. Tears crept from her eyes again.

The world is beautiful, filled with my lover and I. The lash stings so it may bring pleasure; the bonds hold to set the bound free. Forever is fleeting; now endures. Now my lover is my world and I am my lover's. It is perfect.

Thus endeth the Twelve Nights, the seduction of Mandy.

Being a Pasty Chef Sherry was up and away early. I had told Tina to be ready by 8:00. I was technically on vacation so I saw no reason to get going too early. When I heard the shower running downstairs I knew Tina was up. I snoozed for another 30 minutes and then I got up and hit the shower myself. After I got dressed and went out to the living room I found Tina there in a short robe, which is all I left her to wear. As soon as I entered the room she assumed the position, even though I didn't tell her too. Probably trying to curry favor in a effort to avoid or reduce her punishment.

I told her to stand up and follow me. I led her downstairs and into the training room. This room has been outfitted by my wife and I for sexual games, including light BSDM. We had a swing, a raised padded bench, rings on the wall and ceiling for attaching cuffs and shackles, and a bed. In the closet were pillows, pads, various restraints, a couple of harnesses, a couple of whips, personal lubricant, and a number of vibrators.

"This is the training room," I informed Tina.

She seemed a little amused by what she saw until I opened the closet. Then her eyes got big as she realized the true nature of her situation. I removed her robe and pulled pair of padded handcuffs out of the closet. I placed them onto her wrists and then used a snap ring to connect the chain to a ring in the ceiling. She looked scared standing there nude with her hands held above her head.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you," I reassured her. "Punishment does not have to equal pain."

Her fear seemed to recede a little.

"You are being punished for coming without permission. It's obvious to me that you don't know how to control your orgasms. So I'll use this punishment as a training session as well."

I moved behind her and reached around to cup her breasts. I whispered in her ear, "You may not believe it now," I rolled her nipples between my fingers, "but you may find out that pleasure can be just as much a punishment as pain."

I kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobes as I continued playing with her breasts. After a few minutes I moved around in front if her and kissed my way down to her nipples. Sucking on first one, and then the other I slid my hand down her stomach until my finger was sliding over her smooth naked pussy. I slipped a finger inside and then quickly withdrew it. I slowly rubbed the channel from her entrance to her clit, just briefly touching each before reversing direction.

Tina's breathing was getting faster and faster. I could feel her legs start to quiver. She was getting too close to coming, so I stopped what I was doing and stepped back. She let out a small moan of frustration.

"I have not given you permission to cum yet, bitch," I said sternly. "You must learn to control your orgasms if you are going to be my slave."

"I'm trying master," she whimpered.

"You'll need to do better," I countered. "Let's try again."

I went to the closet and took out the big Panasonic vibrator. Mister dependable, we called it, because it was still working after years of heavy use. Several lesser units had failed during that same time period. I turned it on and applied the working end to Tina's distended nipples. She liked that, especially when I pressed her hard nips against the vibrator with my finger.

Next I moved it down to her pussy. This would be the real test. How long could she hold back against that? Not long, as it turns out. After a minute or so she was rolling her hips and trying to press her clit against the buzzing vibrator harder. She was closer to her orgasm now, but I wasn't ready to let her have it yet. I pulled the vibrator away and administered a sharp slap to her shapely ass.

"Ouch!"

That had the effect I wanted; it shut down her orgasm. It would have had the opposite effect on some women, but I knew Tina didn't like pain, not at the level. It was a calculated risk, but it worked.

"I told you that you may not cum until I give you permission," I chastised her. "What is so difficult to understand about that?"

"I'm sorry Sir," she whispered.

I sighed theatrically. "Maybe you are just a hornier slut that I thought. We'll have to keep working on it I guess."

I started working her over with the vibrator again, but this time I didn't leave it in any one place too long. She did better this time, holding out much longer than the previous two attempts. But I still had to stop Tina from coming. She could barely hold herself up now, her legs were shaking so bad. Most of her weight was on eye bolt in the ceiling. I wasn't worried about that; it was screwed directly into the heavy floor joist, rather I was concerned about her wrists and arms. So I put one arm around her to hold her up and used the other to reach up and release the clip holding the handcuffs to the eye bolt.

Tina's arms came down around my neck and I helped her to the bed. I put her arms down by her sides to give them a little break, but I still snapped the cuffs to the side rail of the bed. Then I got another pair of cuffs and did the same to the other arm. As Tina cooled down a bit I got a cock shaped dildo out of the closet. As I stood over my new slave I applied some lube to the fake cock. Tina watched intently. I teased her by pumping it in my hand suggestively.

I moved to the foot of the bed and gently spread her legs apart and pushed her feet up. This left Tina's pussy wide open. It was wet and swollen and I couldn't resist giving it a few licks. That made Tina moan, but I had other plans and forced myself to stop. Damn she tasted good though!

I slowly pushed the dildo into her drooling twat. When it was completely buried I paused to let her enjoy the feeling of being full. Then I pulled it back out slowly, followed by several more cycles. At that point I wanted to leave the dildo pushed in to the hilt while I did other things, but women have a way of pushing things out when they got excited. To solve that problem I had created a little harness that snapped around the thighs and held the dildo in place. With that taken care of my hands were free to use the vibrator again. I started with her tits and worked my way down.

When she came close to coming I stopped stimulating her with the vibrator and even pulled the dildo out. I gave her a little time to cool down and then I started again. This time I let her get even closer to orgasm, but once I again I denied her the release.

"Please let me cum, Master," Tina pleaded.

"Have you learned your lesson yet?"

"I'll do better next time, Sir, I promise."

"All right, let's just put that to the test," I replied.

I removed the cuffs and had Tina kneel at my feet. I pushed my pants down and told her to suck my cock while she played with her pussy.

"But don't cum until after I do," I warned her.

She attacked my cock like a starving woman. Her technique was very good, Mark obviously gave her lots of practice. But more than that, I got the impression that she really enjoyed sucking cock. Tina looked so slutty with her head bobbing up and down on my manhood while she held my balls with one hand and frigged her pussy with the other. I was tempted to throw her onto the bed and fuck her delicious cunt, but I wanted to save that experience for later. I held off for quite a while, but eventually I felt that familiar stirring in my balls. Then my cock swelled in her mouth and I moaned as I blasted my cum into her mouth. Tina swallowed it all down like a good little slave, her hand on her pussy now working furiously. She was still milking the last drops of semen out of me when her own orgasm hit her like a freight train. The look of ecstasy on her face was intoxicating and something I wanted to see again.

When she was finished I patted her on the head and told her she was a good cock sucker. She seemed proud and embarrassed. Now I was hungry, but I didn't feel like making breakfast, so I decided we would go out. I had Tina put on one of her new dresses and her new shoes while I slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Before we left I had her lift the dress up to show that she didn't have any underwear on. She didn't and her pussy still looked red and swollen. Perfect.

With her tits jiggling under the dress provocatively we headed out to the garage and into the car. I had her hike the dress up to her waist, of course. As we drove to a little local place I like called Karl's Kitchen I admired my new slave. She looked so hot with her little pink collar and thin clingy dress. When we got there I had her wait until I came around and opened the car door for her. As she swung her legs around to get out I got a nice flash of bare pussy.

At that time of the morning on a Monday it wasn't busy. I led Tina to a small table in the back and smiled as I watched her try to sit down in the short dress without flashing her cute twat. The waitress showed up quickly.

"Who's your new friend?" She asked. Did I mention I eat there a lot?

"Hi Darlene. This is my friend Tina from Croatia," I responded truthfully.

"Hi there," Darlene said to Tina.

"Hello," Tina replied.

"Her husband is over here taking some training for his company and she came along. I'm showing her around," I said.

"I can see that," Darlene said, possibly picking up on my double meaning.

Tina looked uncomfortable but Darlene was amused. We ordered breakfast and I enjoyed the looks of the other male patrons in the place. After we were done eating I leaned in towards Tina.

"You are so sexy. Every man in here is jealous of me," I said quietly.

She looked around. "You mean all three of them, Sir?"

"They say that size doesn't matter. I wonder if that's true with audiences as well. Shall we test that proposition, my pet?"

Tina looked a little worried. "What does my master wish me to do?" She asked in a near whisper.

"I want you to bunch up the bottom of your dress as discretely as possible so that it's around your waist. Then when we get up to leave I don't want you to pull it down." I answered.

She blushed at the thought of what I had asked. "But Master, my bottom will show," she objected.

"That's the idea slave. I want you watch all the men's heads turn as you walk by."

Even though her bottom half was hidden by the table cloth, I was sure she was complying with my instructions because she remained flushed the entire time. I laid down two twenties on the table and stood up to leave. I held out my hand for Tina. She took it as she stood up too. I could feel her hand trembling slightly. I looked down and saw that her dress was still pretty well bunched up around her waist, exposing her wonderful pussy and ass.

I looked her in the eye and said, "Let's go."

As we walked out of the little restaurant her skirt slowly returned to it's normal position with every step. By the time we got to the door Tina was "decent." But I know all the men in the place got an eyeful before that because their heads all swiveled like they were on sticks as we went by. I hoped that Tina noticed their lustful stares.

When we got back into the car I told her I was proud of her. "Did you notice their looks?" I inquired.

Tina just nodded.

"Did that excite you?"

"Very much, Sir." She answered.

"Good. Don't every doubt what a sexy bitch you are. Every straight man you meet wants to bed you. Believe it." I told her.

We drove along for a while and I could see she was curious as to where we were going, but she didn't ask. When it was clear she wouldn't I decided to inform her what my plans were.

"I want you to make an authentic Croatian mean tonight."

"I don't think you have all the ingredients I would need, Master." Tina replied.

"That's why we are headed into the city. There are some specialty grocers there that will have what you need. So start thinking about what you want to make now so you know what to look for when we get there."

The drive took about three quarters of an hour. Tina's pussy was on display the entire time, of course. It would be difficult to let her go when the two weeks were up! When we arrived I opened her car door for her and made sure she flashed me that hot pussy as she got out. Of course by standing there I was effectively shielding her from anyone else seeing, but I wanted her to get used to exiting the car this way for now.

Inside the small grocery store Tina was able to find everything she needed. I paid for our purchases and then we returned to my home. Back inside the house I had her lift her dress up for me so that I could check out her pussy. It was nice and wet. I told her she was a good little horny slave. After that we had a simple lunch consisting of sandwiches and tomato soup.

After lunch I informed Tina that I kept a .40 caliber handgun in the house for personal protection and asked if that bothered her. She told me that it did not, but wondered why anyone would need something like that in America. I told her there were evil people everywhere, but that thankfully I have not had to use it for that purpose yet. Still I had a rule that everyone who stayed in my house needed to know how to load, unload, and shoot it.

"Have you ever fired a gun before?" I asked her.

"Yes, I had military training in secondary school."

"Good. Then this should not be too difficult."

I showed her the lock box that held the Springfield semiauto. It opens when the correct code is entered on the keypad, or with my thumb print, or Sherry's thumb print. I gave Tina the code and then opened the box. I took out the handgun and showed Tina how to check if it's loaded, how to load it, and how to operate the safety. Once I was sure she understood the basics I put it back into the box and we headed out to the range to put holes in some paper targets. First though, I had Tina change into more sensible shoes; an outdoor range is not a good place for heels.

There weren't many people at the gun range on a Monday morning, and we almost had the place to ourselves. I set up some targets on the 25 yard (about 8 meters) range and we each fired an entire clip (16 rounds). My groupings were closer together than Tina's, but considering the gun was unfamiliar and that she had not shot a firearm in a long time, she did pretty well, only completely missing the target once (the first shot).

Before we left I groped her a little right there on the range. She just looked so sexy in the little dress, shooting glasses, and ear protectors. She didn't seem to nervous about me doing this in a public place, but then there was nobody else there. It would be a different story in a few days – but I'm getting ahead of myself.

By the time we returned to the house Sherry was home from work (she's out early in the morning, so she gets home in the afternoon). When she found out that Tina was making dinner Sherry insisted on making some bread to go along with it. So the two of them sequestered themselves in the kitchen while I hit the computer. I didn't pay much attention to what the women were doing, but I think Sherry was teaching Tina about bread and Tina was returning the favor by showing Sherry how to make her Croatian dish. What I do know was for the next few hours wonderful smells emanated from the kitchen and it was making me hungry.

And it turned out to taste as good as it smelled. Tina's meal definitely had flavors and textures that I wasn't used to, but it was quite good. The bread Sherry made was a nice compliment. My contribution was a bottle of red wine bottled by a local vineyard.

After we finished eating I let my girls take a break while I cleaned up. Then I went into the living room where they were sitting on the couch together watching TV. Out of the blue told Tina to "assume the position." She hesitated, obviously not expecting my demand.

"Get down on your knees, bitch," Sherry said as she pushed Tina off the couch.

She fell onto her hands and knees, stunned at the sudden turn of events. I wasn't trying to be cruel, but she needed to learn to be ready at any time to respond to a command. She was training to be a slave after all. Tina recovered in a couple of seconds and got into the proper position. I stood in front of her and lowered my trousers. Then I ordered her to suck my cock. Tina did as she was told but before too long I pulled it out.

"Do you like my pre-cum, slave?" I asked her.

"Yes, Master."

It was leaking out the tip of my engorged manhood. I traced it around her face, leaving trails of the clear fluid. I put my cock back into her mouth and then smeared it around her face again. After a third time I pulled my pants back up and told Tina to go over and sit next to Sherry again. Then I told Sherry to lick the my pre-cum off of Tina's face. This embarrassed Tina more than my wife, but that was the idea. I had been hoping that training Tina would also provide opportunities to give more advanced training to Sherry, and it was working out splendidly.

"Take that dress off now," I told Tina.

She obediently pulled it up over her head and off. Now she was naked except for her shoes. I had her sit back down on the couch next to Sherry and I sat down next to her so that Tina was between my wife and I. Then I pulled Tina's leg up over my knee and Sherry did the same. That left her cunt completely exposed and wide open. I ran my hand over her smooth snatch and commented on how wet it was. Sherry noticed that Tina's nipples were hard.

"What a horny slut," Sherry said.

For the next hour while we watched TV I played with my newest slave's pussy while I had my wife pinch her nipples once and an a while. We kept Tina in a very aroused state, but didn't bring her to orgasm. It must have been sweet torture for her. Between the wine and her early schedule Sherry was getting tired, so she retired for the evening.

I had Tina lay on the coffee table in front of the couch with her legs spread. I continued to watch TV and would occasionally reach down and rub her cunt or play briefly with her tits, usually during the commercials. I could tell Tina was getting desperate to cum, but I still wouldn't let her.

Finally after my show was over I asked, "So slave, are you ready to cum?"

"Oh yes, Master!" she exclaimed.

"Then you have to agree to do something for me."

"Anything Sir."

I'm sure she was thinking I wanted a blowjob or to fuck her, but I had something else in mind.

"I want you to show your body to some people in and Internet video chat room. Don't worry, I won't show your face."

I was half expecting her to refuse, but all she said was, "Master!"

I could see that Tina was torn between her need to cum and the humiliation of exposing herself to strangers. I leaned down and ran my tongue from her asshole to her clit causing her to buck her hips up at me.

"You'll get more of that if you do what I ask," I informed her. "Otherwise you go to bed without any relief."

"Yes, sir."

"Yes what?" I asked.

"I'll do it, Master."

So I had Tina sit on the couch again as I positioned the laptop so that it showed her from knees to neck. Then I logged into a chat room on a porn site I subscribe to and announced that we had a noob (noobie or new body). There were about 10 other people there, mostly men, but a few women as well. There were a lot of good comments about how hot her body is. One guy asked her to spread her legs more, so I had her move them as far apart as she could. Then another guy asked her to play with her tits, which she did without me even having to ask.

They asked some questions about her, some of which I answered and others I evaded. They loved it when I told them I was training her to be a sex slave for her husband. One woman there in particular was interested in how I was doing that and how well it was going. After I gave her a few quick details she wrote back that she wished she had the courage to do something like that. I gave her my email and told her to write me if she ever wanted to try it. You never know.
After about 20 minutes I said we had to go and ordered Tina to put her finger in her wet hole. I wanted to leave a lasting impression. I logged off and shut down the computer. Then I laid Tina back and moved between her splayed legs. Her twat was puffy and wet. It really took no effort on my part to induce her first orgasm. After just a few licks she was convulsing in ecstasy. When it subsided I continued my oral attack on her pussy. I figured her clit would be quite sensitive so initially I concentrated on her entrance and labia. Eventually I started sucking lightly on her clit while I fucked her with my index and ring fingers. With my other hand I alternated between spreading her labia so I could suck her clit, and squashing it tightly together to create wonderful friction.

A minute or two later she was moaning and writhing in pleasure once again. When she recovered I sent her to bed and reminded her that she was not allowed to masturbate. She told me she wouldn't need to that night anyway. I cleaned up and watched the news. Then I went to bed and woke up my wife. She wasn't sleeping to soundly anyway since she was still pretty worked up. That night I put a pillow under her ass, put her legs up on my shoulders and pounded her hard and deep. She came twice, the second time as I was pumping my cum deep inside her body. Not surprisingly I slept like a rock that night.

Day 1.

I had known Mark and Tina for about six months. Now when I say "known", I mean that I had exchanged emails with them. We had never met face to face since I live in the US and they in Croatia. Still, I felt like I knew them better than many of my other casual friends. Maybe it was because of the way we got to know one another. Mark had written me about some of my stories on Literotica and we became friends from there. A major topic, of course, was sex. We had talked about our sex lives and fantasies at considerable length.

So there I was sitting in the airport on a Saturday afternoon nervously waiting for my Croatian friends to arrive. I wasn't nervous because this would be the first time meeting them. No, it was because this was no ordinary visit on their part; there was potentially much more involved. You see, Mark had been attracted to my stories about wives being made into sex slaves by their husbands, and I had revealed to him that I had actually "trained" my wife Sherry to be submissive. Not full time, mind you, but several times a month we played our BSDM games. And while it was a part time activity, so to speak, we played it seriously.

In response Mark complained that he had tried, but had been unable to similarly train Tina. To which I boasted that I could train her in two weeks if I could get her alone without any interference. At the time I never imagined that we'd ever both be in the same room, let alone be able to spend two weeks together. I'd hazard to guess that neither did Mark. However it turns out we were both wrong. A few months later the company Mark worked for was bought by a large corporation based in the US. Shortly after that he was informed that his new bosses were giving him a promotion and sending him to the US for two weeks of training.

As fate would have it the city they were sending him to was only a few hours drive from where I live. Then in a stunning coincidence Mark tells me that Tina has too many vacation hours built up and must use some up before the end of the year. So he informed me that he was taking me up on my offer to train her. I had almost forgotten about that. Now mind you, I wasn't sure at all that I could train Tina at all, let alone in two weeks, but I went along with Mark's plans for two reasons. First, I didn't want to lose face (male pride and all that), and second, from what I'd already seen Tina was a hot MILF. So I saw no real downside to giving it a try.

So while I was nervous, I tried not to show it. Mark and Tina would be nervous enough as it was. I watched for them as the passengers from their flight streamed into the terminal waiting area. We had exchanged pictures so I was pretty sure that I would recognize them. And sure enough as soon as I glimpsed Mark walking out of the gate area I knew it was him immediately. A moment later they both emerged from the crowd and I stepped forward to shake his hand. To show them how comfortable I was with the situation I gave a surprised Tina a hug and a quick kiss.

We talked as we waited for their luggage to be unloaded. At first it was just the friendly stuff like how their flight went, etc. Finally I got serious.

"So do you still want me to train Tina?" I asked Mark.

He looked at his wife before answering, "I think so."

"It's important that you both be sure," I replied. "If we do this you both know what that means, right?"

"Yes," Mark answered.

"Tina? Do you understand the implications?"

"Yes, I think so."

"OK, just let me be clear. The only way I can accomplish this training in two weeks is if I first make Tina MY slave first. By definition that means I will be having sex with her. In every way and probably every day. Are you both ready for that?" I asked.

The both hesitated and looked at each other. This was the critical point for them, the last chance to back out. They turned back to me and at the same time said, "Yes."

I could see some fear in Tina's eyes, but Mark just looked excited. I had already decided to make the first day a light one to let her settle in a little before starting the real training, and now I was glad that I did. The luggage began arriving at that point and ended our conversation. After we fished Mark and Tina's bags out of the carrousel I led them to my car. During the trip to Mark's hotel they sat in the back and talked quietly in Croatian. They were kissing and holding hands, so I guessed they were saying goodbye and wishing each other success with their respective training. When we dropped Mark off, Tina got in the front seat with me. She appeared to getting nervous again, so I popped in a Bon Jovi CD. This is her favorite band, and this seemed to help. We chatted a little on the way to my house, but I kept it light and breezy.

When we arrived and parked in the garage she appeared to be a little apprehensive. Probably just from the uncertainty about what was going to happen next. Inside the house I introduced Tina to my wife Sherry and then brought in her luggage as Sherry showed her around. The only room she didn't show Tina was the one we called the "Play Room", but what I was calling the "Training Room" for the next two weeks. Tina would be very familiar with that room by the time she left.

We gave Tina a little time to unpack her things in the guest room and then we took her out to one of our favorite restaurants for supper. It was way too early for Sherry and I, but for Tina it was quite late due to the time zone change. It was wise of Mark to fly in a day early so that they would have a day to recover from the jet lag.

During supper we didn't talk about anything too serious and kept the mood light. After that we returned home and watched a movie, but Tina kept falling asleep. We tried to keep her awake as much as possible to help her adjust to the new timezone. Finally the movie ended and although it was too early for Sherry and I to retire, I could tell that Tina was spent. So I explained how the rest of the week would go, generally, before sending her to bed.

"Tina, the downstairs bathroom next to your room is for your use in the morning to take care of your personal needs. In there you will also find the clothes I want you to wear to start that day. You are to wear what I leave out for you, nothing more and nothing less. Do you understand?"

"I understand," Tina answered.

"On the weekend, like tomorrow for example, Sherry will assist with your training. During the week it will mostly be just me because she recently started a new job and could not get the time off like I could. Now I see you are tired, so off to bed with you. Please be dressed and upstairs by 8:00 tomorrow morning to start your training."

"Thank you for your hospitality. Good night," Tina said.

"Good night," I answered.

After she was in her bedroom I laid out her outfit for tomorrow. I couldn't wait to see her in it. I had trouble getting to sleep that night; my mind just would not settle down. Eventually though I did fall into a fitful slumber.

Day 2

I woke up at 7:30 and hit the shower like I always do in the morning. Normally on Sunday I sleep in for a few more hours, but this was not a normal Sunday. I came out of the bedroom in my robe at 8:05 to find both women in the living room waiting for me. They were dressed almost identically: A low cut stretchy blouse, a short skirt, three inch heels, and no underwear. This left everything covered, but quickly accessible.

I told Tina, "The rules for being a slave are simple, but like the rules of chess the implications are not. The first rule is that you must obey my every command without hesitation. The second rule is that you must never wear underwear unless I specifically tell you to. The third rule is that you must never allow yourself to orgasm unless I give you permission. The fourth and last rule is that you must always refer to me as 'Master' or 'Sir'. For the next two weeks you will follow these rules. All violations will be met with punishment."

"I understand, Sir," Tina replied.

"Susan, show Tina the position," I ordered.

Sherry got down on her knees, and put her hands behind her back. She kept her shoulders back and her head down. This made her look submissive yet sexy with her breasts thrust out. I told Tina to try it. When she didn't quite get it right I had Sherry get up and correct her. Tina was slouching a little so she pulled her up straight. Then she pushed Tina's shoulders back to get her into the correct posture. I was pleased with the result and I said so.

"So now when I tell you to assume the position, this is what I want you do. And right at my feet. Do you understand, slave Tina?"

"Yes Master."

I was hungry now so I instructed my wife to take Tina into the kitchen, show her around, and make some breakfast.

"What would our master like today?" Sherry asked.

"I think pancakes and fried eggs, sunny side up."

"It will be our pleasure, master."

I logged onto the Internet and checked some news sites. As I browsed the stories that were filed overnight, my nostrils were filled with the wonderful aroma of pancakes and eggs cooking. I was reading an interesting article on one of the science blogs I follow when the women informed me that breakfast was ready.

They served me and waited until I gave them permission to eat as well. After I had a few bites I praised them for the good job they had done, but still I made them wait. I wanted Tina to understand from the beginning that my control was absolute. Not only over what she wore, when she ate, when she slept, but more importantly control over her arousal. This would be the key to bringing out Tina's submissive nature, to the extent that she had one.

I considered the best ways to build up Tina's arousal, and then the optimum time to give her a release. Each time I would try to bring her higher than the last, hopefully resulting in a more and more powerful orgasms. And her pleasure would in turn increase my own. In this way the Slave and the Master enjoy a type of symbiotic relationship in which they both seek to increase their mutual pleasure. At least that's how it works for me.

After I finished eating I gave my slaves permission to eat. I also told them to clean up after they were finished. While they did that I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and shaved. When I returned the women had finished and were waiting for me.

"I have a gift for you slave Tina," I said and handed her a box.

She looked surprised. I told her to open it. Inside she found a delicate fancy pink collar. Attached to the ring on the collar was a small round tag that said "Tina" on one side and "Slave" on the other. I instructed Sherry to place it around Tina's neck and buckle it into place.

"For the next two weeks you will wear this collar at all times. You may only remove it when you go to sleep at night and when you shower. Once you have finished your training, you will receive a gold necklace like slave Sherry has that has your Master's name engraved on the back. Occasionally your master may need to use the collar in the future for refresher training," I informed Tina. "Now turn around slowly and let me get a good look at you."

Tina turned slowly around as I appraised her. When she was facing me I told her to give me a kiss to thank her for the gift. She stepped forward and pressed her lips against mine. She had intended it to be a quick peck, however I had other plans. I quickly slipped my hand behind her head and gave her a long sensuous kiss. I used my other hand to pull her body into mine. At the end of the kiss I gave her sexy ass a nice squeeze and pushed her back away from me. Tina was flushed and breathing a little bit faster than before. A good start, I thought to myself.

I was tempted to go further and sample more of Tina's body, but I wanted to go slow so she wouldn't be overwhelmed and scared away. She was still trying to adjust to being in a foreign country living with unfamiliar people, away from her family and all that she knew.

"Let's go downstairs and see what my new slave brought with her," I announced.

I led my ladies down to the spare bedroom. I went through the clothes that Tins had brought with her and had hung in the closet. I pushed a couple things off to one side that I didn't like and told Tina she would not be wearing them while she was with us. Then I went through her underwear and put most of it back into her luggage. I only kept a tiny thong, a crotchless pair of underwear, and a shelf bra. The last items I checked out were her toys. I has specifically told her to bring them all, but to leave the batteries at home to avoid embarrassing activations at the airport. I looked over at Tina. She was more embarrassed to watch me touching her toys than her underwear. That was understandable, but she would have to get over that.

"I'm looking forward to having you show me how these work," I told her.

Tina looked panicked and I let her stay that way for a few seconds before I said, "Another day."

What Tina did not have was any light single-piece dresses that were easy to take off and put on. I liked them for quick exhibitionism opportunities. So I informed my slaves that we were going shopping. This would also allow me to show off my slaves a little. There was a very large mall less than an hour drive away that would serve both purposes.

I had the women sit in the back on the way there. Normally I would have had Sherry flip up her skirt so that her pussy was showing, but I was concerned that still might be too soon for Tina. Maybe on the way back.

When we arrived at the mall we just walked around at first while I decided which store would best suit our needs. Tina seemed a little dazzled by the size of the place and the number of stores it contained. After an hour I selected a trendy upscale place. We picked out a few dresses that met my requirements and the women seemed to like. Then I told Sherry to take Tina into the changing room and help her try them on.

Each time she tried one on they came out and showed me. I had Tina do a slow turn for me and then I checked to make sure the dress was easy to take off. In needed to be loose enough to pull or push easily off, or it had to have a zipper that opened it up completely. In the end we bought three of them. One was a tight stretchy green number that went to mid thigh and showed plenty of cleavage. It also had a zipper that went from between the breasts all the way down the bottom, splitting the dress completely in two. The other two were loose fitting summer dresses that could quickly be pulled over the head. The front of these dresses fell open nicely when she leaned forward and showed most of her breasts. One was a bold floral print and the other one was bright orange with peach trim.

By then it was about time for lunch so we went to the Rainforest Cafe to get something to eat. This is not my favorite place because the food was only mediocre in quality and expensive. But Tina was fascinated by it the first time we walked by there, so I decided to humor her. After we were done eating she agreed that the food wasn't that great, but she still loved the ambiance. It was hard to argue with her there.

We still had plenty of time, so some window shopping was in order. Women love to shop and since the place wasn't too busy I didn't mind indulging them a bit. When we came upon a shoe store that appeared to specialize in fancy heels and such I couldn't resist stopping in. Tina had only brought a couple of pairs of heels and I decided she needed at least one more. I wanted something in an open toe with ankle straps.

When I told the lone salesman that my friend Tina from Croatia needed another pair of heels he was very attentive. I wonder if her short skirt had anything to do with it? First he measured her feet to get her size. Tina managed to keep her skirt down and I don't think the salesman saw anything except plenty of leg. That's not bad because Tina has nice legs, but I think he was hoping for more.

I picked out five or six styles that I liked and the young salesman went into the back room to fetch them in Tina's size. He returned a few minutes with a stack of boxes. He knelt at Tina's feet and carefully lifted one up. He slipped the shoe on her foot and deftly buckled the strap. I'm sure he tried to get a quick look up her skirt, but I don't know how much he saw. After the second shoe was fitted Tina stood up and walked on them a little. I got up and pretended to check out what they looked like from behind, but really what I wanted to do was sit down in a different chair across from where Tina had been sitting and the salesman was still waiting.

When she sat back down to let the salesman take off the shoes and put the next pair on, I found that I could now get a better idea of what he was seeing. I noticed that Tina was being careful to keep her skirt down and legs together, but by the time we got to the last pair of shoes she was getting sloppy and the salesman more daring. From where I was sitting I could clearly see the bottom of her bald pussy; I was sure the salesman could see much more from his lower perch.

My hunch was confirmed when he finally stood up and had to rearrange his pants to keep his erection from sticking out too much. I selected the pair that I liked the best and paid for them. When I thanked our young salesman he responded, "No, thank you!"

It was getting into the middle part of the afternoon and Tina was obviously worked up, so I told my slaves it was time to go. When we got to the car I had them each give me a hot kiss before I would unlock it. Then I told Sherry to kiss Tina the same way. Tina hesitated, which didn't surprise me. I knew that my wife was not really attracted to women, but she would kiss and "make out" with a girl because she knew it turned me on. That was a major milestone in her training, I can tell you. So I wasn't surprised when Sherry pulled Tina close and planted a very hot lesbian kiss on her. It was difficult to read Tina's expression when they pulled apart, but it wasn't revulsion. Interesting.

I had them sit in the back seat again, only this time I told them as they climbed in to pull their skirts up to their waist. To my delight neither of them objected or hesitated. They looked so hot sitting in my car with their bare pussies on display. As I drove out of the parking ramp I knew there was a chance that someone walking to or from their car might see them, but nobody did. It was still hot driving home in broad daylight with my two slaves sitting in the back seat basically nude from the waist down.

Back at home I had Tina put away her new dresses and shoes. Then I had her help Sherry make a desert for that night's dinner. Actually my wife didn't really need the help since she is a Pastry Chef, but I was hoping that Tina would enjoy learning something new in the process. While they toiled in the kitchen I did some work outside that had been postponed from Saturday. By the time was finished with my outdoor chores the women were done and the cheesecake was cooling. I decided it was time for me to start dinner. I love to grill the grill the protein (meat, fish, etc.) and my wife usually takes care of the rest. That night we also had a bottle of wine with our meal. By the time we were done everybody was pretty relaxed, so I decided to turn up the heat.

"I think I'd like to see some titties," I announced.

Sherry immediately pulled her top up over her head. Tina didn't hesitate so much as was caught off guard, but she recovered quickly and followed my wife's lead. So now I had two nice pair of tits to look at and what goes better with tits than cheesecake? I had my topless slaves serve me up a piece. It was a chiffon type so it wasn't heavy at all. I dabbed a little on one of Sherry's tits and then licked it off. Next I did the same with Tina. I liked the way her nipple stiffened up with just a little stimulation. After that I let them each have a piece as a reward.
We were all quite aroused now, so I decided to bring the day to a happy close. I told Tina to take the position. When she was on her knees in front of me I instructed her to watch how my other slave pleased me.

"Sherry, please come over here and suck my cock," I ordered.

She unsnapped my pants and removed them. Then she started giving me a nice blowjob. I made sure that we were turned such that Tina had a clear line of sight. After a few minutes of that I had her get up on the couch on all fours so that I could fuck her from behind. I liked this position and it would afford Tina a good view. Before I entered her I teased Sherry a bit.

"Does my slave want my cock in her hot little pussy?" I asked.

"Oh yes Master, please."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a horny little slave that can't get enough of her Master's cock, Sir."

I slowly entered her very wet pussy. She moaned in pleasure. As I stroked my cock in and out of her hot snatch I continued to tease her.

"You like having your hot pussy fucked?"

"Oh yes, Master." She moaned.

"Moan for me like the slut I know you are," I ordered.

In response Sherry started moaning loudly.

"You sound like a bitch in heat," I proclaimed. "Tell me what a filthy slut you are, but don't cum until I tell you to."

"I'm just a cock hungry little slut. Fuck your slave's filthy cunt and cum on my face."

I was pounding her hard now and I knew she was getting close to her climax.

"You are such an insatiable slut, I should send you over to our young neighbor when I'm done with you to see if he can satisfy your craving for hard cock," I threatened.

We have played this game before and it always gets us both very hot, but so far I've never made good on my threat. I'm not even sure what she would do if I tried it. Now it was time to push her over the edge.

"What you like that slave?"

"Whatever you say, Master." My wife replied with some difficulty since she was concentrating on holding back her orgasm.

"Maybe he has a couple of friends over too. A good gangbang would do you good."

She was doing a good job of resisting her climax, but I'd had enough fun so I said, "You can cum now, slut."

She started making incomprehensible sounds and her pussy clamped down hard on my dick. Her whole body shook, but I just fucked right though it. When her orgasm subsided I continued where I left off.

"Would my slutty slave like a gangbang?" I asked her.

She knew what I wanted to hear and replied, "Oh yes, Master, I would love that."

Now I was near my release so I had her quickly flip over onto her back while I moved to stand right over her face. She continued to talk while I stroked my cock.

"Just imagine all those men using your slave for their pleasure. Pounding my pussy and ass with their hard cocks. Spraying their cum all over my body."

That's about when I felt my cock swell and my nuts tighten. I sprayed my cum into her open mouth and on her face. It was one of the stronger orgasms I'd had in recent months. Spent, I had Sherry sit up and I sat down beside her. I looked over at Tina and saw that her hand was up under her skirt.

"Have you cum without permission, slave?" I asked Tina.

"No sir," she answered.

"Good. Come over here and sit by me."

She did as I asked. Then I told her to put her hands behind her head and again she complied. I reached down under her skirt and felt her pussy. It was dripping wet. I pushed a finger inside her and pumped it a couple of times. Tina moaned softly. Then I rubbed her clit with my thumb as I tongued her tits.

"Don't cum until I tell you," I warned.

I really had her body jumping and I knew she would not be able to hold back much longer. Sure enough, less than a minute later a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. After she recovered I told her that she had disobeyed me by coming without permission.

"I couldn't help it Master, you make me too excited."

She thought she was clever trying to praise me to avoid responsibility. I would have to show her the error of her ways.

"So I'm to blame that you are a horny slut, eh?"

"That's not what I meant..."

I cut her off. "Go to bed now slave. I will punish you in the morning."

It may seem cruel to set her up to fail and then send her to bed worrying about the upcoming punishment, but it was all part of the training. She had been introduced to the submission and arousal aspect of being a slave and now she needed to experience the discipline part. So much would hinge on how she handled that.

Tina didn't know, but I had planned on calling Mark every night to inform him of her progress. So I spent the next half hour telling him about Tina's day. He ate up every detail and asked a lot of questions. I could have talked to him for hours, but I was tired, it had been a long busy day, so I had to keep it shorter than that. As I drifted off to sleep I considered the appropriate punishment for my new slave.

Some people never work their way up to a truly "fuck the world" drunk. The kind where you walk off the job, stop answering the phone or door and invest your life savings in the productive future of the nearest liquor store or dead end bar. I'm one of those people that did.

It had been three days, or three weeks, to be honest I didn't know. Life had become a rut of crawling out of bed for that first drink of the day, usually a beer with Jim Beam chaser, followed by a thawed out waffle to keep it down. By mid morning I was sufficiently inebriated to make a list of things I'd need to make it thru another day.

In case your wondering how someone can survive like that I guess I should tell you strait up, they couldn't. When rent next came due I wouldn't have it. I hadn't even opened the bills that were piling up on the table by the door. My world was slowly dissolving around me and all I cared about was getting another bottle or two to make it thru the day.

I needed a new beginning with my life, and a new beginning I was now assured. All I was, everything I'd been and everything I'd owned was now gone. I had my car, my clothes and just enough cash to make it till the end of the month. After that I'd start fresh somewhere else.

I was thinking about doing a little startup somewhere in a larger city. Something along the lines of my neighbor Eddie's business, who sold hot food from a vending cart in the financial district. I know that doesn't sound glamorous but the kid was onto something. Most people would sell hot dogs or hamburgers but not Eddie. He sold Mexican food. The kid could whip up a taco salad or Frito chili pie faster than you could order it and he seemed to be making some big bucks in the process. I remembered I owed him ten bucks for the lunch I'd picked up yesterday. I didn't have any change on me and he agreed to let me pay him later. I figured I'd stop by on my way out. It was Saturday so he'd probably be home.

The only thing I dreaded about stopping by was his girlfriend. The bitch was an honest to god shrew. Her name was Jamie or Jenny or one of those names that most pretty girls have that start with a J. She was living proof that the people with the prettiest bodies have the ugliest souls. From what little time I'd spent with them I'd seen nothing but a demanding, petty and horrible person. Nothing Eddie did was good enough, She always wanted more. Why he didn't kick that bitch to the curb I couldn't understand.

By 10:30 I was ready to face the day. With one last pull on the bottle of JB I left my apartment. I didn't bother locking the door. Hell, there was nothing left in there to steal. I guess they could have taken my clothes, if a mountain of unwashed and smelly stuff was what turned them on. I was almost hoping someone would, just so I wouldn't have to wash it.

I made my way across the courtyard toward Eddie's. I wanted to make sure I gave him his money before I got too drunk to remember or even make it over there. I knocked but the door wasn't all the way closed and opened just an inch or so. No one answered even though I knew someone was home. I could hear a muffled voice but couldn't figure out what it was saying. I knocked again, ever so gently to keep the door from opening further and the muffled voice grew even louder.

I tell myself it was out of concern, or sometimes out of curiosity, but the truth is the liquor made me push the door the rest of the way open and walk inside. That's the plus side of being on a "Fuck the world" drunk. You can blame the booze for everything.

Still, I was more than a little surprised by the site that greeted me when I walked in. Jen or Jamie or Julie or whoever was face down before the sofa, Her wrists tied to the arms on either end. Around her mouth was Saran wrap, which was holding a cloth or sock or something in place. That explained the muffled yelling. The calves of her legs were crossed and wrapped in Saran wrap as well. I've got to give the kid credit; it was a nice tie up job. That bitch wasn't going anywhere.

By now she was in an all out muffled panic scream. I decided to calm her a bit and said, "Look, I just came by to give Ed the ten bucks I owe him. I'll be gone in a few." But it didn't work. She was actually starting to pull the couch away and then bang it into the wall.

"What the hell?" Eddie had finally decided to make an appearance. None to soon I might add since his lady looked like she was actually trying to chew up and swallow her gag.

"I wanted to drop off that money I owed you." I said, extending my hand and trying not to smile. "I appreciate you fronting me the lunch yesterday."

"Boy, is this awkward or what?" He replied, taking the money and I swear he was suppressing a smile as well.

"Don't worry," I told him. "I've had foreplay in bars that was more intense than this. It doesn't get really interesting till you start finding your limits. Hers and yours, that's when the fun starts. Just train her right and you'll be fine."

"Thanks again." I said. It was time for me to go. I turned for the door when Eddie stopped me in my tracks.

"What can you tell me about training her right?" He asked. "Were both really new at this and I could use a little advice."

I wasn't sure what to do. They would find what they needed just by playing along and growing in their passion, but it was hard to just walk away from someone who had asked for advice. That last shot of JB helped me decide to just wing it.

"Well, the first thing you need to know is that you're in charge." I started. "If you forget that or let it slide your life will become a living hell. A submissive will buck on you just like an untrained pony if you don't keep a tight rein. You are the giver of both pleasure and pain. Never let them forget that."

I walked over to J whatever and slapped her across the ass with more force than I actually intended. I honestly thought she was going to pick the couch up with her bellowing but still muffled yelling.

"Stop it and relax." I commanded.

It didn't work. She was flailing like I'd tossed her into a frying pan. I slapped her ass again, this time even harder and repeated, "Stop it and relax."

She stopped. She didn't relax but she did stop trying to tear the couch apart. Her eyes were on fire and if they could have killed me they would have.

"See that look in her eye?" I told Eddie. "You don't let her look at you like that. If she does, you take her sight. You got a blindfold around here?"

"Sure" He replied. He went into the other room and came back a few seconds later with a long strip of cloth. I hadn't heard any ripping sounds or tearing noises and wondered briefly about that cloth as he handed it to me. Then I let it pass and tied it around her eyes.

"Eddie, you need to know that in the world of dominates and submissive your role will be just as demanding as hers. She is there to please you, to serve you, to be an ever-fixed part of your life. You can never turn your back on her or decide to throw her away. You have to be the master. Do you understand?"

"I'm learning." He replied. "What should I do next?"

I looked over to her and asked, "What the hell is her name?"

"Karen." He said.

Karen's ass had two large red welts from where I had settled her down. I decided to go with the easy stuff first.

"Go over and massage her ass a bit. Let her know you can make things better. Then, even though she can hear us, without warning give her two red welts on the left side of her ass like the ones I placed on the right."

And so it went, for an hour I sat there and talked this up and coming young Dom of the pleasures of owning a slave. I showed him the easiest way to spank a clit, then how to beat it like it owed him money. How nipple clips can be safely fabricated from pieces of wire coat hangers, that the stretching of certain skins can bring both heavenly pleasure and ungodly pain. The choice was his.

In the last few moments of that brief time I spoke to him of the aftercare. Of the need to make peace with each others soul and the spiritual connections two people can make when exploring the outer realms of what they can experience together.

Eddie still looked ready for more but Karen had reached her limit. Limp and almost lifeless she hung from her bonds, to weak to resist anything anymore. I told Eddie it was time to end it, and that I had to go. We agreed to meet later that evening and I'd answer any questions he might have. Then I finally made it out the door.

I'd been there much longer than I had planned and needed another drink before I could make my way any further. After stopping at my apartment and taking a long hard shot I finally got my day underway.

I couldn't drive; I couldn't remember the last time I had. Nothing will kill a drunken spell quicker than the inside of a jail. It wasn't a problem though. All I needed was within walking distance. Six blocks to the grocery store for a few things to eat and some cigarettes, a few blocks over from that was the liquor store. Then a brief stop in the park to watch the fountain and drink a beer or two and finally I'd make it safe and sound back to my place. I'd be out an hour at the most.

All went as planned. Almost. 45 minutes after leaving my place I was sitting quietly under a tree, watching the fountain and opening my second beer when Eddie's car came screeching up to the curb a hundred yards away. He didn't even bother closing the door as he jumped out and ran towards me. When shit like that happens you know something is fucked up in the world.

"DUDE! DUDE! I DID SOMETHING WRONG!" He was yelling.

Awe shit was my first thought. He killed her. He couldn't let it go like I told him to and took it too far.

"SHE'S GONE FUCKING NUTS!" He yelled.

"STOP YELLING." I yelled back. "Just stop yelling. Tell me what happened."

Eddie seemed to pull everything inside him and then let out a long breath. He then took a few more deep breaths and sat down beside me.

"I did what you said. I put her in bed and held her close. I talked to her and told her I loved her and how strong we were together and all the sweet words you said I should say. She just fell asleep."

"Sounds good so far." I told him. "Then what happened?"

"She woke up." He replied. "It was probably about half an hour later."

"Go on." I said.

"She went nuts. I'm serious. She went fucking nuts."

"Look, I told you a submissive would give you problems. You're going to have to learn to deal with them and get her back under control. What happened next?" I asked.

"I had to get out of there. She was trying to kill me." He said.

Ok, I was confused. In my experiences a submissive will usually be calmed after a session, not enraged.

"Is she like this every time the two of you get a little kinky?" I asked.

"Well, actually this was our first time." He replied. "It took me months to talk her into it. I just wanted to tie her up and have sex. I didn't expect you to come by."

"Wait one fucking minute here." My stomach had turned to lead. "Your telling me that she wasn't into this?"

"No. She did it just cause I kept pushing her. I'm the one with the fantasies about tying people up and having control. She agreed to do it if I'd quit asking her for it." He was almost quiet, staring at the fountain where I'd often come to find peace.

"Awe fuck. We got to go find her." I said.

Walking to his car I kept asking myself how I was going to explain this to her, maybe to the police or worse, to her father who would probably be coming to kill me. Then I heard the sirens.

By car it was only a few minutes back to our apartments and Eddie had us there in no timeat all. We stopped about a block away because the fire trucks and police cars were blocking the road. We didn't even need to get out of the car, the scene before us told what was happening.

Karen was in handcuffs and a female police officer was placing her in the back of a squad car.

Flames were shooting out of the windows of my apartment. They must have been reaching 30 feet into the air. The firemen were moving in to contain it but the apartment was gone. I'd be homeless tonight.

"Can you drive around to the backside of the building?" I asked.

Without a word he drove around the block and pulled up beside my car.

I grabbed the bags from the back seat and sorted the food from the liquor. The food I took, the liquor I left.

"Your going to be needing that a lot more than me over the next few days." I told him.

I got in my car, started it up and drove away. I never drive drunk, but this time I made an exception. I had a new life to start.

It was my Sophomore year in college when I dominated my history professor. His name was Professor O'Reilly, but he made the big mistake on the first day of telling the entire class they could just call him "Jim."

Those professors that insisted the students call them by first name always intrigued me. I mean, what were they thinking? Trying to fit in, to recapture their youth perhaps by not being too old, too out of touch to be on a first name basis with the entire class?

Or was it an attempt at bringing a casual nature to the classroom, to revolutionize education by engaging students who would otherwise be nodding off, because, after all, they were just hanging out with Jim?

Sitting in the second row, close to the door, I caught Professor Jim looking at my legs. I was in a tennis skirt and Adidas since I had tennis class after History. His glance was unmistakable. Then he kind of looked at my eyes, but kept on talking. He had this apologetic gaze about him, though.

I pursed my lips. And I was doodling in my notebook. "Bad boy," I think I wrote. Very, very bad boy.

**

My non-major courses in college sucked. I was whizzing my advertising courses and business management classes, but things like History and Polysci were the death of me. I'd spend the entire time imagining elaborate ways to torture men or writing short stories about kidnappings and turning boyfriends into sex slaves.

That quarter I was between relationships, rushing a sorority and on the tennis team, so I didn't have much time to pursue my interest in dominating men. That's not to say I didn't think about it, though.

In fact, it was only the second week of history class that I was sitting in the front row, showing off just the right amount of thigh, waiting for Professor Jim to take notice. He was a handsome man; very Irish, dark hair (almost black) and blue eyes, the way I like my men. He was young for a professor -- probably in his first year at the university (that explained the whole "Jim" thing). Naïve.

How terribly naïve.

The next time I went to class, I wore a low-cut top and approached him after class, leaning against the podium, feigning dumb-blondness (tough call for a smart brunette) and told him, point blank, that I missed half the class because I was day dreaming.

The professor looked at me, slightly nervous, I could tell, and pushed his glasses up as he looked down, shoving his books into his oversized bookbag. "Well, Janie, you need to be a little more focussed. I can suggest a little reading to help you catch up on what you missed today."

"Could you tell I was daydreaming?" I asked him, standing painfully close, watching him try to ease back and regain his safe space.

He started to speak, but I cut in.

"Or were you too busy trying to figure out the color of my panties?"

The professor looked at me, blinking. Oh, he was shocked alright. But I just smiled, turned away, through my backpack over one shoulder and sauntered out.

Then the next day, in class, I held up a white piece of paper when I saw him looking my way during his talks about the Civil War.

It had one word on it.

"PINK".

**

I knew I didn't have time to stall on this one as it was an accelerated class. So I made my way to his office the next week, during his posted hours. The minute he looked up and saw me enter I could see the nervousness come over him.

But before he could speak I shut the door behind me, let my book bag fall to the floor, leaning back against the doorknob as he stood.

He was already fiddling with his glasses, his dark, thick hair hanging over one eye and his hands scrambling to shove some papers into a folder. "Janie. Hi. Come on in."

"I'm in," I said slowly, deliberately. I looked him up and down. I can't explain to you the look, but it was definitely one of ownership and possibility. Here I was, a 19-year old in my professor's office, and I had all the control.

When he stepped around his desk to pull out a chair, he knocked a stack of books off the corner of the desk and scrambled to lean down and pick them up.

"That isn't a cheap excuse to look up my skirt, is it, Professor Jim?"

He chuckled to humor me, scraping up his books but not looking up to even acknowledge the comment with eye contact. I stepped over, slowly, and put a foot right where his hand was, threatening to lower it and crush his fingers.

When he looked up, curious, I was smiling.

"Off-white," I said. "Thong. Want to see?"

He swallowed, but stayed crouching down, holding his books on one thigh. He blinked at me from behind his glasses and said, coolly, "Janie, I think you should leave."

I raised my eyebrows, "What, I don't get any extra help before exams Friday? I have some questions for you, Professor Jim."

He just stared.

"Are you going to get up, or do you like it down there on the floor?" I asked him as I pulled the chair out and sat down, carefully crossing my legs, putting on my own glasses and opening my notebook.

The professor cleared his throat, got up quickly, set his books down with a thud and moved around to his side of the desk, obviously grateful for the barrier that was now between us, and that would hide the erection that was visible in his trousers.

I proceeded with my questions. I can't remember them all now, but they were genius. They started off very normal, and with each question they would get more sexual in nature, until I was asking him if he thought Hitler liked to get fucked in the ass.

"Pardon me?" he stuttered, his eyebrows raised curiously at me.

I leaned forward slowly. "Do you know anything about anal sex, Professor?"

"I hardly think this is appropriate."

"I think the sexual relationships of some of history's most intriguing figures is definitely appropriate. I think it would shed a lot of light on their motivations. I personally think some of the most tyrannical men in history probably were closet submissives."

"I don't know what you mean," he said, now focussed on his papers on his desk, shuffling things around.

"I think you do know," I told him. "I think you have considered submission yourself. I think you enjoyed being down on the floor by my feet earlier. I think you enjoy me manhandling you right now. I bet you're hard in your pants just from the tone of my voice."

He stopped everything, let out a laugh, then shook his head at me. "Janie, you have quite an imagination. I hope you are putting it to good work in some of your advertising classes."

"How did you know I was an ad major?" I asked without a beat.

His face turned serious. "I know what all my students study," he defended at once. "I make it a point to know."

I stood up slowly and he backed into his chair, almost knowing what was about to happen. That I was coming toward him, for him, and about to take things to an entirely new level.

Meanwhile, I was on fire. My short skirt barely hid the thigh highs and garters, and my thong was already soaked. I stood, and as I spoke, I very casually, very slowly, reached under my skirt and started removing my thong.

"Professor," I said calmly. "I think you know about me because you want me. I think you have wanted me since the first day when you were looking at my legs. I have caught you sneaking glances up my skirt when I uncross my legs. I have found you standing with a big bulge in your pants in the middle of a lecture, and I know it's because you are thinking about sticking your tongue in my pussy."

I could tell he was about to stand up to order me to leave. His face got all stern and his cheeks flushed. But he did not stand; I knew why. He was rock hard and knew it would show. He was trapped behind that desk.

And I was loving it.

**

So he sat there, frozen, as I placed my wet thong panties right on his desk. He watched as if pretending none of it was going on. I leaned over on my elbows on his desk, pressing my breasts together in my low cut blouse, ensuring he had a great view down my top. But his eyes stayed on me.

I picked up the thong and held it up with my pinky, twirling it around a little. "Well, I've thought about it too, Professor. I've thought about you on that desk of yours, the one you sit on when you lecture. I've thought about you bent over it while I take to your ass with a ruler."

I saw him swallow. I saw the first beads of sweat forming. I was getting to him, and it turned me on more than anything. He was frozen, unable to do anything.

I leaned over the desk to peer down at his crotch but he grabbed a book and put it on his lap, hissing, "You should leave. "

"Not until I get a peek, teacher," I grinned, reaching down with my other hand to pry the book away. "What's the matter, afraid of your little dick?"

"Janie, you need to leave, right now."

I frowned at him, then pouted. I pursed my lips at him and sighed. Then I tossed the thong at him so it landed in his lap and stood up straight. "I thought you could handle it. Guess I was wrong. Later, Jim."

Then I turned and walked away, smiling once at him over my shoulder, knowing he was probably sitting there with my panties in his lap thinking about my fine, naked ass under that short skirt, and how long I would go the rest of the day totally naked under there.

I wondered how long it would be before he masturbated into my thong.

I looked at my watch. Not long, I thought.

**

Even at 19, I was a bright femdom. I knew what to do next.

I ignored him.

I kept my head down in class, I focussed on my work. He always was looking at me -- not much at first, but then more and more, probably unsure of why I was suddenly ignoring him, relieved but somehow disappointed that I had lost my fascination with him.

All men are that way. You get them hard once, you show them you know what you are doing, they wuss out on you and then when you dump them, they come crawling back and beg for more.

What's worse, I got As on my tests and papers. He could find no fault with my work. I sat next to my best friend, Jeannie Turkleson, and the two of us giggled before class, and I could see him lingering around his desk waiting for class to start, wondering, hoping, we were talking about him.

But I would have nothing to do with him. I was the first one out of class when the time was up, and I was the last one sauntering in, just in before the start of class.

Two weeks later, he lectured with a ruler in his hand, sitting on the desk. He lectured about something he was obviously passionate about, but was nonchalantly rubbing the ruler on his leg, then tapping it a little.

And then he looked at me.

I grinned. "That little fuck," I whispered to myself.

And I knew he was mine.

**

That day, after class, I paddled his ass red in his office with that ruler.

I came into the office, slammed the door, and he turned to me, startled, catching his breath.

"Over the desk," I hissed. Oh, I had the tone. I had the tone, and I had the look. I was already pulling my fingerless gloves from my backpack and putting them on, and his trousers showed a rock hard erection just begging to get out.

"Lock the door," he hissed in a whisper.

I slammed a chair into the door so no one would come in, then reached for his trousers.

He was backing up, into the wall, breathing down at me, looking at me. God, I could tell he had been fantasizing about me. Non stop. In fact, I bet those panties were right in his top drawer. His erection poked into me through his pants, and he was holding my face in his hands. He was leaning down to kiss me.

I pushed him away.

"I'm not a skanky fuck for you, Professor. This is about my pleasure, not yours. Understand?"

"Yes, Janie," he breathed.

I took the ruler from his desk and pulled down his pants, turning him around and bending him over the desk. He held the edges of the desk so tight his knuckles started turning white. What a sight he was -- and his body was even better than I thought.

I took some time moving my fingers, my nails up and down his chest under his shirt, then down around the curves of his hips, then finally digging into his tight, round ass cheeks. They were white -- soon to be cherry, I smiled.

And he had no idea, no idea in hell, how much a ruler would hurt.

After the first smack, which wasn't even a hard one, he bucked into the desk so hard the books toppled off the other side and he gasped and started to get up but I pushed him back down. "Not so fast, Professor," I hissed.

"God I want to touch you," he said.

It was apparent that the professor was a horny man. In his fantasies, I knew, he always got what he wanted -- his tongue in my pussy, his dick in me, or up my ass. A blow job by a hot little co-ed sorority chick on her knees, sucking him off for that A+ grade. I knew Professor Jim was not the type, not in a million years, but even the most straight and narrow still fall prey to the fantasy, and still find themselves unable to stop thinking about it when it looks like it might happen to them.

"You are so beautiful," he hissed as the third smack of the ruler landed solidly on his right ass cheek. I stopped to massage his round cheek and admired my handy work - -the definite outline of a rectangular imprint, bright red, was shining through. I reached under his ass to find his cock, sure enough, it was throbbing and oozing pre-cum.

"The Professor is a nasty, nasty little boy," I said, pushing into his ass, rubbing my crotch into him suggestively as I massaged his balls and the base of his cock. He was moaning and groaning and twisting, trying to hold still but failing miserably.

"I want to please you," he said. He was indeed Mr. Submissive, I found, and probably had never even known it, that's why he was falling prey so hard to the swats on his ass and my massaging of his balls, the pressing of my index finger into the crack of his ass, threatening to penetrate him, god forbid.

His yelps started getting louder, and sure enough when I opened the top drawer of his desk I found my panties right there. Soiled and crusty -- dirty. Obviously he'd cum into them, the nasty bitch, and god knows what else.

He craned his head around, mortified that I had found them. Ironic, since he was perfectly comfortable bent over his desk with his pants down around his ankles.

"You've been cumming into my panties!" I hissed.

I pushed a finger into his ass right as I leaned over and shoved the soiled thong into his mouth when he opened it to gasp in shock and pain. I'd lubed the finger when he wasn't looking so it slid in easier than I thought, but he tightened every muscle he had and was howling into the crusted thong that filled his mouth.

Then I gave him fifteen more swats on each cheek, made him kiss the ruler, then kiss my ass, once on each cheek.

He was all sweaty and his eyes were red, he gingerly was positioning himself upright and looking to embrace me, probably for reassurance.

So I gave him a quick hug, then surely I felt his hand reaching down for my ass, his lips on my neck. He thought was going to get laid.

"I've got to go," I said. "My friends are waiting."

And I packed up my stuff and split.

**

The next day in class I watched, amused, as Professor Jim did not sit once on the edge of his desk. No, he stood there the whole time, careful to not even more, and avoiding eye contact the whole time.

Poor Jim moved gingerly and slowly, he had considerably less energy and looked like he had not slept a wink. I felt a smug sense of accomplishment as I listened to his lecture idly, more interested in thinking about the party that was coming up on Friday and the jock I was hoping to get into bed.

Next thing I knew people were passing back slips of white paper. I snapped out of my daydream wondering if we were having a pop quiz, only to find out it was another one of Professor Jim's cool progressive teaching concepts. We were going to pick the questions for our own finals.

I smirked as I passed the paper back to the people behind me. Professor Jim was pacing, explaining the rules. We would all write two questions on the piece of paper, anonymously, and he would select the best 25 questions for the exam. He wanted us to think about what we, as tomorrow's leaders (ok I made that part up), though were the most important things to come away from the class with.

Everyone had their pencils and pens moving in hyper speed, writing what they thought would be the easiest questions of course, everyone trying to save their own skin.

"Nothing blatantly obvious," Professor Jim added. Sounds of crumbled up papers started to permeate the room, followed by a round of chuckles and the passing around of more paper.

Of course, my contribution was unique. I took out my red pen and wrote neatly, "I want to sit on your face."

**

After we turned in our papers we were supposed to read Chapter 17 quietly while he went through them at the front of the room, taking notes. Of course I just watched him, watched his expressions, trying to identify when he saw my paper.

Sure enough, I saw his eyes read through it, once, then twice, blinking to be sure. Then he folded it up and looked right at me. I smiled, holding my pen to my lips seductively, my long legs sticking out from under the desk, crossed at the ankles.

"Janie," he said softly, not getting up. "Could you see me after class please?"

"Sure," I said.

And everyone looked at me.

**

So I stood there at the podium as people rushed out of the class, waiting to see what Professor Jim had to say to me. I predicted it was a re-evaluation of our "relationship" and request for me to stop. I figured after sleeping on it, on a sore ass all night, he would realize he was fucked.

He had the folded up piece of paper in his fingers. He looked at me seriously. Big blue eyes behind those glasses, his hair tucked back behind his ears. He looked so cute, I had to admit.

"Janie," he said, slipping the piece of paper back to me. "I think you need to submit new questions."

I took the piece of paper and nodded, smiling slightly. "Ok. Sorry. I was just kidding around."

He smiled affectionately, but almost condescending, as he patted my hand like a typical professor to a student. But he let his fingers linger as he pulled away, and he looked at me. And I saw it in his eyes. Urgency. Need. Helplessness.

I turned and walked out of class, a little confused at the mixed messages.

Until finally I opened the folded piece of paper he had given back to me. Under my scribbled request to sit on his face he had written clearly, "Tonight at 8pm. Ratskellar."

**

The Ratskellar was a pretty popular bar right outside of town. It was odd to me that he picked such a frequently traveled place to meet up, but I realized he was naïve, and was not used to seducing students or being made into a slave by one.

Of course, I found this all really amusing. And I did go to the Ratskellar that night. But I went with girlfriends, and we ordered a few pitchers and sat in the back so I could watch the Professor stand there at the bar, alone, for an hour waiting for me to show up (which I did not).

And it got me wet, of course, watching him vainly sit there hoping to see me, watching the door eagerly, his hopes squashed finally when he gave it up and paid the bartender. I kept my head down when he walked past our table and he never even saw me.

Poor thing, I thought.

It was obvious he was hoping to score with me. He was less into the spankings and humiliation and more into wanting to get his dick between my strong thighs, to fuck a ripe 19 year old with a great body and beautiful long hair.

I sipped my beer and smirked. Not a chance.

**

Don't get me wrong; I fantasized about the professor a lot. In my dorm room, when my roommate was out partying, I had one really hot night of fantasy about Professor Jim. It had everything -- romance, passion, raunchy sex. I was sitting on his face in his office, pumping slowly, making him use his tongue on me.
I was still in my tennis skirt and shoes, and my doubles partner, a hot blonde who I really had a thing for, was sharing him with me. Tina was working his ass with a vibrator and looking at me seductively, we'd lean into each other and make out from time to time, two soft tongues intertwining to the sounds of a muffled professor's pleading, lost somewhere down under my ass cheeks.

It was a blur, the whole fantasy, a mish mash of oral sex and cock sucking, culminating in him fucking me doggie style over his desk while Tina used that ruler on his ass to keep him up tempo, the way I needed it in that position. He fucked me until it started to hurt, until I screamed in orgasm because his dick was so hard it nearly split me. His hands were around me, holding my breasts and pinching my nipples, and he was such a good fuck I never wanted to stop sleeping with him.

Of course, this was all fantasy. But it was good fantasy.

**

In class, the next week, the professor seemed downcast. He obviously felt rejected and sad and looked at me once solemnly. He did his entire lecture from the stool at the podium, never even standing, not walking around, waving his arms, animated and passionate about the subject.

He kept his head down a lot, pushing up his glasses, looking his train of thought.

I left class early that day, I heard him lose his place when I collected my things and made my way to the door. I knew my A in the class was a dead lock; I had better things to do.

Like his TA.

**

Jesse Creighton was Professor Jim's teaching assistant. A senior history major, Jesse was a typical college stud with a twist -- he was brilliant. He and I had met at a party that weekend in the dorms, and as soon as I found out he was the Professor's TA, my plan came together in my head.

And it didn't hurt that Jesse was gorgeous. He had an awesome body, was 24 and could have any girl on campus. Of course, after a night making out and feeling each other up in the South Hall dorms I was the one he wanted. We fucked all night -- like rabbits -- two of the last people on the planet. We sucked, we licked, we did everything. I think we fucked about seven times between 2am and 11am the next day.

What's better is that I knew Jesse had a big mouth and liked to tell everyone about it. I was pretty sure he probably would tell Professor Jim, even, because the two were known to hang out and have beers on Tuesday nights and shoot the shit.

I could imagine what the professor would think when he found out the types of sex I had with his TA.

He'd definitely realize his position then, and understand that if, and when, he was ever to have sex with me it'd be on my terms only. And that it was not likely.

**

The next week I went up to the podium after class to collect my final paper. Professor Jim was standing there, looking serious. He had been looking at me longingly all week and I just smirked at him, dangling a high heeled shoe in his direction.

"I'd like to talk to you about your paper, Janie," he said, handing me the folder with his scribble marks all over the cover.

I glanced at it with little regard the shoved it under my arm into my book bag. "I can't, I gotta go..I have friends waiting and stuff I need to take care of, I'm super busy this afternoon."

He lowered his voice and leaned forward, looking at me pleadingly. "Janie," he whispered. "I can't stop thinking about you. I have to see you. Tell me when you can see me."

I sighed and thought, rolled my eyes, looked away, and started running through my calendar in my head.

Then I heard Jesse's voice. "Hey cutie pie!" he said as he entered the room. I could feel the professor's gaze burn into me, then look at Jesse, and back at me.

The built ball player was behind me, kissing me on the back of the neck. I giggled and spun around and we kissed, a long, wet, messy kiss, right there in the middle of the classroom as students filed in and out between courses.

Professor Jim, of course, was silent. In shock.

"You wanna grab a bite?" Jesse asked me, his hand just kind of lingering on my ass over the skirt the way jocks tend to do.

"Sure, I'd love to!"

Jesse waved a hand at the Professor. "Back in an hour, teach."

And I made sure to pull Jesse's mouth to me once or twice as we made our way out, and I said, "Let's make it a few hours,"

Then he grabbed my ass and I giggled, and we were gone.

**

The poor professor was downcast the next day. He looked like he had gotten even less sleep the night before. Probably up all night thinking of the stories Jesse had told him, about how I fucked him like a psycho bitch, about how I could fuck for hours, how strong my thighs were. About how I loved my body, loved to masturbate for men. How I was totally bi and had at threesome with him on our second date, bringing my best friend over and saying, "I like to share with my friends, is that ok?"

I'm sure Jesse told him how I liked to tie him up and ride his face, how I liked to have sex in the nastiest ways, for him to fuck me in the ass even and of course how I like to have my crack licked clean. Oh, I'm sure Jesse shared all of the best details.

Meanwhile, the professor was feeling inadequate, insecure, discarded, and definitely obsessing about how he'd never get to fuck me. He was thinking about how lucky he would be if he could ever even just kiss my feet -- anything.

I'm sure he was thinking about how he'd crawl a mile just to suck a dick that had been inside of me. How he'd worship any soiled garments I pushed his way, or lick the dirt from the bottom of my shoes.

He knew, now, what a goddess I was, and that he'd been lucky I'd even turned my eyes on him. And he knew he had been a toy for me, that I was the one in control, and he had been played like an instrument.

So it came to no shock to me that when I slipped him a note asking him to be at the Ratskeller at 9pm that night he was there by 8:30, all dressed up.

I waited until 9:25 and made my entrance, wearing a tight black dress, pumps, and my hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.

**

He looked at me hopefully as I pulled up to the bar. His eyes were wide. "You look great," he said, swallowing.

"Thanks," I replied, placing my purse on the table. "I'm going to party," I explained. "So I just have five minutes."

I could see his shoulders slump. "I was hoping I could buy you a drink, maybe take you to dinner."

I laughed. A sweet laugh, looking into my makeup mirror as I re-applied lipstick. "I can't, I'm seeing Jesse. You know that."

"Look, Janie," he whispered, leaning over and looking at me desperately. "I cannot stop thinking about you. About what you do to me. I -- I am totally infatuated with you."

"I know." I said simply.

There was a silence.

"What can I do?" he begged, holding my hand with his, squeezing my fingers. "I'll do anything to be with you, anything."

Of course, begging always gets me going. I looked at the professor and smiled. I smiled and searched his expression. Oh, he was being painfully honest. "You can be with me," I told him. "As my slave."

He nodded. He gave in at once.

"You will do as I say, when I say. Be available when I call." I leaned over and put a hand to his crotch, pressing into the bulge that was so apparent. "Your dick will be mine. You don't cum, you don't touch it, you don't even think about it without asking me first."

The professor nodded and brought my fingers to his lips to kiss them.

I stood and opened my purse, taking out a slip of paper and placing it on the bar. "And you say a word about any of this, I publish this in the school paper."

It was, of course, the proposition he had sent me, foolishly in his own writing, the week before. It had been graphic and quite forward, and certainly means for being ejected from the university.

But, deep down, I felt he sent it on purpose, hoping I would blackmail him in just that way.

As I made my way to the door I could feel him staring after me, pleadingly, holding the paper tightly between his fingers.

He was, indeed, mine.

Author's Note : Thanks to Angel Love for her wonderful editing.

To my Mistress: What a joy it is to belong to someone like You.



"Good Morning my sweet boy."

I respond still a little groggy, "Good morning."

You cut me off with one finger to my lips and a soft, "Shhh."

"I have some things to tell you this morning dear boy, about what it means to be mine. I want you to listen and not to speak. If you understand I want you to nod. Is that clear?"

I nod my head slightly and you removed your finger from my lips. I kissed it just as you pulled it away. You intoxicate me. I still feel a warmth, your warmth, wrapped around me from the night before. Entranced, under your spell, completed in you, having been claimed now by you. I look into your eyes as you continue, finding the warmth, and fire there irresistible.

"Now, my dear boy, that you are mine, you will serve me. I am not your better, just the object of your desire. But I know that your desire is to serve and to please me. Just knowing that makes me so happy. You will, from now on, be my precious boy. When I can, I will call you by that name. When you please me, I will praise you with it. When you displease me, I will scold you with it. When I cannot, due to the situation, I will refer to you as b. Let the muggles think it is short for Brian, I don't care. In private you will call me Mistress."

Once again you place your finger on my lips, and I kiss it tenderly.

"Is that clear my dear boy?"

I nod eagerly.

"It is a private name, whenever we are not in a private situation you shall call me D."

You remove your finger.

"Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good boy."

At those two words a warmth passes through me like a shiver of heat.

"And you know how to respond in public?"

"Yes, D."

At this you smile and I feel both pretty and smart. (It is so good to be teacher's pet).

"Good, boy"

I wonder if this is how a cat feels when it purrs. Your finger returns to my lips.

"Very nice, now just continue to listen. I am sure that our new relationship is very confusing to you. So I want you to understand, as much as it is possible to understand, how I feel about you, and what you mean to me. First, you are not mine because you are inferior. If that were so, I would not want you. It is precisely due to your exceptional emotional, intellectual, and physical traits that I want you for myself. However, you enjoy, and were created to respond to someone else. As we saw last night, the more you surrender to my desires the more intensly you bring pleasure to yourself."

I blush and you respond with a sly smile which causes me to blush more. At this you chuckle softly.

"You are such a sweet boy."

I sigh with a look of pure rapture on my face.

"Ahem, as I was saying, you may see a conflict between the desirability of your intellect, and talents, and your new role as my submissive. There is none. You will please me at times with your quick wit and problem solving skills, just as you pleased me last night when I tied you and rode your lovely face."

At this my eyes close briefly, relishing the memory.

"We will have discussions, we will make plans, we will even debate, (you raise your eyebrow), at times. However, you will remain mine. Today we will go out together. First we shall go shopping, I have an outfit in mind that I will want you to wear the rest of the day. I can see that you like that idea. Or is it just me?"

You step closer, and your finger on my chin slowly guide me to my feet. Then you move to stand behind me. I can feel the warmth of your body merely inches from my skin. Your voice is warm, and soft in my ear. The sound of your voice sends shivers all over my body. You wrap one arm around me. Your forearm across my navel, and your hand hovers two inches from my straining cock.

"What a good boy you are. I love it when your body responds to me as it is doing right now. I also enjoy illicting this response, and more, from you, at any time and in any place. Do not be frightened my dear boy. You need to learn to trust me. You also need to learn to focus on my pleasure. Once you learn to focus on my pleasure, and approval, even when we are in larger social situations, your fears and distractions will cease hindering you from serving me. Are you scared my dear boy?

I manage to respond with just over a whisper, "Yes, Mistress."

Immediately your hand moves, and your fingernails pinch the head of my cock. The sensation is lost somewhere between pain and pleasure. I respond again this time with full voice, "Yes, Mistress!"

Instantly your touch softens and as your fingertips release me, now rubbing tenderly, a small drop of precum appears on the tip of my cock.

"Much better, my boy, now go wash up and get ready."

I am still afraid, but also very excited as I wash and hurriedly dress in the simple clothes you have set out for me. I figure we were headed for some special fetish store, but instead we went to the nearest mall. I groan internally as the teaming masses of intentionally distracting young shoppers always left me feeling uncomfortable.

Somehow you sense my apprehension and as we step out of the car you remind me, "You must remember to focus on me, boy."

"Yes, D."

"Good, b", you say with a sly smile. "Then lets go shopping."

We head directly to the store, my eyes focused on you or the floor, as I attempt to follow your instructions. At the store you ibegan selecting clothes very quickly, consulting me for the appropriate size only to pick items one to two sizes smaller.

Once again sensing or predicting my apprehension you say,"You need to trust me, b"

"Yes, D."

"Good."

My eyes visibly brighten, and pulse slow at the precious g word.

Deciding that you had picked out enough outfits you send me to try them on in a specific order and then to walk across the store to where you will be waiting. You will determine what looks best. You make sure to tell me what went with what, and how many buttons to leave undone, or where you want a shirt zipped up to. Now I am beginning to feel really nervous. You place a finger under my chin, and forcefully, but not painfully, raise my eyes to yours.

"Put your fears aside boy, I am looking forward to this little fashion show, and I expect you to put on a good one for me." T

There is a noticeable pause and then I say just above a whisper, "Yes, Mistress I will do my best for you."

In the dressing room, my hands are shaking as I strip down to put on the first outfit. The clothes are tight, but not overly so, and I do feel sexy, and attractive in them as I walk out to where you are waiting for me. I try to strut a little, feeling self conscious but trying to please you. As I get closer you motion for me to turn for your. Then once more, but you stop me half way around.

Coming up behind me, you whisper in my ear warmly,"Not bad, boy but I am not seeing enough cock. Don't make me go back into the dressing room with you and stroke it for you."

You smile knowing that this is unnecessary as your words have caused the desired effect, in addition to making me blush. "Much better boy," you purr into my ear, as you sit back down.

Once seated you have me do another turn, your eyes burning into me, before you send me back to change again.

This time I shake less, excited, and anxious to perform better with the next outfit. Your eyes burn into me as a walk across the shop once again to you. I have no problem remaining excited, and I can see that you approve. I feel your gaze all over my body, and I begin to ham it up more, in response. People may have started to stare, I really have no idea.

Part of my brain said, "How can you be so into this? You are just a guy trying on clothes."

But with each outfit you seem to enjoy it more, and I got a little more into it, and a little more crazy. I was really enjoying this. I hate shopping. And I should be horribly embarrassed, what is going on?

I put on the last outfit, and walk out. You meet me half way across the store put your arm around me and playfully slap my ass. Maybe a little harder than playfully, but no one seems to notice. You then tell me to wait in line at the counter, in the pair of tight leather pants, and satin shirt you have picked out for me.

You leave me there in line and go to collect my original clothing from the dressing room. I begin to notice how many people are now in the store, and how many of their eyes are on me, when you return, my clothes now in a plastic shopping bag that I had not seen before. You wrap your arm around my waist, and with a finger from the other hand, under my chin, turn and tilt my head to meet your gaze.

"You look very good, b, and you have made me very happy with how well you behaved on our little shopping trip."

I feel so good at this praise I almost melt. Then turning to address not just the clerk but all those near the registers you say, "Doesn't my pretty boy look great? I insist that he wear these out of the store."

Now turning to face the clerk directly. "You will ring us out without him having to change clothes wont you?"

The clerk looks quite taken back at this request, but mutters something like, "The customer is always right," and started toward me with the scanning gun. If it were possible I am getting even more aroused, as I just know she would have to scan some tag on my inseam or something like that. Then she reaches behind me and grabs the collar of my shirt, and scans the tag. I jump a little, when she reaches down and grabs the waistband of the pants and pulls out the other tag.

I guess you see my reaction because the next thing I know your arm is around me, and your hand has slid down into my pants, and you are cupping my ass in your hand. The clerk seems to notice nothing unusual as you continue to fondle my bare ass inside my clothes, while you hand the woman a credit card to pay for the clothes.

Somehow you manage to complete the entire transaction, grab the bag of clothes I came in wearing, and lead me out of the store at a saunter, without letting go of my ass. Just as we leave the store, you stop, slide your hand out of my pants press your body tightly against me so I feel your nipples through the back of my shirt, wrap your arm around me, and slide your hand back into my pants, grabbing my throbbing cock.

Your warm breath accentuates the husky whisper of your voice as you purr in my ear, "That was fun, boy, and I think you are learning well, and I know you had a good time."

At the word "good" your hand tightens around my cock, and you squeeze just a drop of precum from me. You bring your finger up to my lips so that I can taste it. Then you spin me to face you, and kiss me deeply for a taste of your own.

To be continued . . .

This is a tale developed from an actual experience, or series of experiences, from my disreputable past. Names and a few other things have, of course, been altered freely.

I met Tais in the bar at the Golf Club. She was new there, and all I wanted was a cold beer after a sweaty round of golf. She was interesting. Small and vivacious, with black hair, a wide mouth, and uncertain ancestry, which her odd name did nothing to clear up.

I made politically incorrect remarks to her, I'm sure, but I can't remember what they were, and my golfing mate said he thought I should know better than try to chat up a bird thirty years younger than myself. I realised with a shock that his assessment of the age discrepancy wasn't far out.

'Did you mean that,' she said, as I was about to leave, ' about coming to work for you?'

'Of course,' I said, realising that I had, indeed, offered her a job behind the bar of my pub. Daft old bugger, I thought – and you know nothing about her at all.

The upshot of it all was that she turned up to work for me two evenings later, looking neat and slim in yellow trousers that showed no sign of a panty-line, however hard I looked, when she was bent over drawing a pint. My interest was quickening. Tais was not averse to being touched, either, and didn't flinch when, showing her how to use the glass-washer, I stroked her bum in a way that might have got me a charge of sexual harassment in the Local Government office I had once worked in.

'Like to see the cellar?' I asked her on her second evening, before we got busy.

'Oh yes,' she said, and we set off down the stairs, leaving the older barmaid, Kathy, to look after the bar.

I snapped the overhead bulb on, and saw that Tais had leant on a big beer barrel, her eyes following me across the cellar floor, as I indicated each product, and all the pipes and gas lines. That evening she had worn a miniskirt, a black pleated one, not too short – about mid-thigh length, I suppose, and a yellow knitted top, which left her midriff just sufficiently uncovered to allow a peep at her navel. I reflected that she had virtually no breasts at all, so far as could be seen, but that she had nice, long, slender legs. She wore 'sensible' shoes, for chasing around behind the bar.

I walked over to her, and she tossed her hair back, in a characteristic, somehow challenging, gesture. Since my wife had upped and gone, I hadn't even kissed another woman – there seemed no time like the present! I bent down, took Tais's head in my hands, and kissed her full on the lips. I didn't know what to expect. If she had sprung up and galloped screaming up the steps, I doubt I should have been amazed. But she moaned, almost as if she was being fucked, and responded with a hungry, searching tongue, thrusting her pelvis hard against me, so that an instant erection took me by storm. Now in the grip of a sudden passion, I slid my hand into her jersey, and found the hard bud of a nipple, centred on an almost adolescent, practically non-existent breast, little more than a hillock. But there was something tremendously erotic about her jutting nipple, and she cried out sharply and all-too-audibly as I took hold and tweaked it. I glanced upwards, and, sure enough, two loud thumps on the thin boards above announced that Kathy had heard Tais's yell, and was concerned that so had the customers in the bar!

I couldn't believe this girl's reaction to my touch, and had to know how she would react to other stimuli. I whispered that we should have to postpone proceedings for now, and why. 'When we close,' I said.

'But my husband will be expecting me,' she said. It had never occurred to me that Tais might be married.

We had to work quite hard the rest of that evening, as it was a busy Sunday, but I suggested Tais come in the next day, Monday, knowing that it was a quiet night, and that Kathy would be able to cope alone for most of the evening.

I was all anticipation as seven o'clock came around, and Tais appeared at the appointed hour. The long-suffering Kathy had already been warned she would probably be left alone, and I shepherded Tais upstairs to my sitting room, and gave her a glass of Scotch, then sat beside her on the sofa. She had on the same miniskirt, but this time with a white silk blouse, and she had worn modestly high heels, not, I thought, expecting to do a lot of bar work!

'Where were we?' I asked.

'Oh, somewhere near here, I think,' she said, and picked up my hand, placing it on the buttons of her blouse. I fumbled with them, and slipped the blouse off her shoulders, leaving her tiny breasts free to be fondled and kissed. As I did so, she writhed and moaned as if in complete ecstasy. I could scarcely wait to take her to new heights, and didn't have to. When I turned my attention to her legs, she smoothed the hem of her skirt slowly upwards, her eyes never leaving mine, her tongue darting out from between her soft lips in a parody of the hardening clitoris she was about to show me. Then the lovely surprises – firstly, she wore no panties, and secondly, she was completely clean-shaven.

'Do you like me?' she breathed.

'Oh yes,' I replied, 'I've never wanted to fuck anybody more.'

'Fuck me,' she said, 'now.'

'Wait,' I told her, and flicked her clitoris, first with my finger, which drew a great shout from her – I was concerned we could be heard downstairs. Then I went down on her, and tongued her, and she bucked and screamed, 'Oh, Argh, I'm coming, I'm coming, yes, yes!' Liquid oozed from the well of her cunt, as I lapped it up with my tongue, and she shuddered, her legs alternately gripping my head and opening wide as if to swallow me up in her depths.

Now I wanted to take her, and knelt at her portals, pulling her onto me, at the same time questing for the puckered entrance to her arsehole with probing fingers as my knob found its way into her fuckhole. I plunged way into her, and she still had the strength to grip me hard with the walls of her cunt, as I thrust an index finger deep into her anus. I could wait for very few strokes, and was soon stiffening and shooting great wads of hot spunk far into the recesses of her body. As I did so, she had another violent climax, and screamed with its animal intensity. I had never in all my years known a girl whose orgasms were so violent or demonstrative.

She lay there and we talked for a while. I asked her about her marriage, which was a source of some curiosity for me. She said her husband was not really very interested in sex any more. She had shaved her pussy for him, and dressed sexily, but he paid her little attention. She wondered if he had gay tendencies.

It was nearly time to go and help in the bar, even though it was a quiet evening, but I thought I'd broach another subject.

'Tais,' I began, 'I notice you are sensitive in, shall we say, other areas?'

'Hmmm,' she said, 'you could say that.'

'I just wonder what you have tried, and....and....how far you might be prepared to go?'

'What can you mean?' She was teasing me now – I was fairly sure, as she looked at me with huge brown eyes.

'I think you know what sort of things I'm talking about,' I said.

'You'd like to tie me up and whip me, wouldn't you, Gavin?' she said, still regarding me steadily, a finger now resting against my cock as it responded in spite of its recent activity.

I could hardly believe my luck. All this, coming to a horny old fifty-two year-old, from ordering a pint at the golf club.

'The thought had crossed my mind,' I admitted, 'but only if that's what you want as well.'

'The very idea makes me wet all over again,' she said, 'will you really do that to me?'

'Yes,' I replied, 'but can I ask you one thing?'

'Of course,' she said.

'Why me? You're young enough to be my........' She stopped me there, putting a finger to my lips.

'Don't think I haven't had a few false starts,' she said, looking sheepishly from under lowered lashes, 'my husband, Bob, is useless, my next-door neighbour has to be the most selfish man in the world – no, I've had it with youngsters, and.....and....I've found a man who can give me pleasure, Gavin. Can I come around tomorrow?'

'I imagine I'm looking after the bar tonight?' said Kathy, when Tais walked in the next evening, wearing a short maroon silky dress with black patent heels, 'she doesn't look as if she is dressed for work.'

'Don't worry,' I said, 'Barry's coming in to help you in half an hour, and all the bottling-up is done.'

I could barely wait to get Tais upstairs, and into my large bedroom, which was as far away from the bar as it was possible to get, so that any noises she made would be unlikely to be heard. She was kissing me almost before I could get the door closed, and had a hand on my zip in seconds.

'Wait,' I commanded, 'we want the evening to last, don't we?'

But once started, I had to let her take my shaft from its prison, and lock her red

lips around it, sliding slickly up and down, letting her active, darting tongue perform miracles over my crown, taking off a drop of precum as she smiled slyly up at me.

She wasn't going to let me cum, and knowingly gripped my rod hard around its base, as she felt me starting to move with more excitement.

She pushed me gently back on the bed, and stood away from me, then very deliberately reached behind her neck and pulled down the zipper of her dress. She eased it off her narrow shoulders, and pushing it down over her hips, let it fall, with a whisper of soft material, in a pool at her feet. She stood just out of range, and holding her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, pulled them, and murmured, 'Mmmm.'

I was rock-hard, just watching her, my cock in my hand, and she now moved a hand down between her legs, which she parted slightly, to allow her to insert two fingers, bisecting her labia, and giving me a glimpse of her lovely pink slit. I made to lunge for her, and she twirled out of my reach, spun around, and bent from the waist, lewdly spreading her buttocks with both hands, so that I was looking straight at her arsehole.

'You'd like to take me there, wouldn't you?' it was the first thing she had said.

'Very much,' I said, 'would you like that?'

'You can do anything you want with me,' she said.

'Anything?'

'Anything. I want you to hurt me now, Gavin.'

I had drilled the bedroom wall and placed four ringbolts, in places I judged to be about right for Tais's wrists and ankles, and now I produced four sets of toy handcuffs I had bought, and fastened her in place, so that she was nicely spread-eagled, facing the wall, her arms just above her head. My ex-wife had left behind some of the trappings of her flirtation with equestrianism, and I had found, amongst the riding helmets and jodhpurs, a braided leather riding crop, which I had put in the wardrobe that morning.

'Are you sure about this?' I asked her, as I felt between her legs with a questing hand. My answer was clear from her oozing cunt-secretions, and she moaned gently as I removed my hand, just flicking her clitoris. I couldn't resist poking a finger briefly into her anus as I took up position behind her, then knew how she felt as she squirmed against my hand. I pulled back, took aim, and lashed her hard. I thought she might have expected me to whip her buttocks, but there is something about a woman having her upper back whipped that does something for me, and I thrashed her again, hard, in a pattern across her lovely straight back. She gave out a sort of stifled scream, and I wass afraid I'd been too hard on her.

'Was that too much for you?' I asked

'No,' she gasped, 'hurt me more, please.'

I whipped her lower down now, and she was crying out with each stroke, writhing and bucking in her bonds, as her back was becoming red and angry with the livid marks of the stinging crop.

When I thought she should take no more, I released her bonds, and took her and laid her on the bed.

'Fuck me, Gavin,' she said, 'NOW!'

Before I could respond, she was kneeling on the bed, her legs apart, a hand behind her. When I looked, I saw that she had three fingers deep in her arsehole! I couldn't believe it. I had never had anyone there in my life, and here it was – on a plate!

With all the excitement of whipping her, I knew I wasn't going to last, and she sensed it to, so she was scarcely surprised when I had no sooner plunged my rod into her dark and welcoming anus, than I shot my load of hot, creamy spunk right into her bowel.

We lay together for an hour. I lovingly massaged her tender back with soothing oil, and, as I did so, she started to stroke me to a new erection. This time it was gentle lovemaking rather than sluttish fucking, but when I entered her, she was again transformed, and rammed a finger straight up my arse to heighten my pleasure. I drove into her as her orgasms multiplied, and she screamed her ecstasy as she tensed her cunt-muscles and welcomed my pulsing cum as it invaded her body.

'I've had more orgasms in one evening than I normally have in a month,' she said later.

'Bloody hell,' said Kathy, when I showed up in the bar later, and Tais had left, by the side door, 'you look like shit!'

Tais and I knew our relationship wasn't going anywhere – but it was fun. She called around a couple of times a week, and thrived on punishment – in fact she craved it, begged for it, so much that I sometimes worried that I was going to do her serious harm. She let me take her out to a good restaurant once, and wore a vibrating egg while we ate. She never wore panties, except when she was on her period, and always wore high heels. On my suggestion, she had herself fitted with a very tight corset, which I helped her lace up even tighter before I took her out one evening. I made her wear the highest heels she had and a skirt so tight she could hardly walk, then completed her ensemble with a pair of tiny gold nipple clamps, which made her gasp when I put them on and tightened them. She said she had never felt sexier, and we had a tremendous fuck later that evening, after I had whipped her arse.

After we had known each other about three months, she gave me a nasty shock.

'Gavin,' she said, one night, 'my husband wants me to go with him to the States.'

'Surely you won't go. You don't love him.'

'I've said I'll go,' she said, 'sorry, Love.'

I was staggered, but she had a leaving present lined up for me. 'It's a surprise,' was all she would say.

The next evening, she had asked me to leave free. It was a Monday, and very quiet in the pub, so I had arranged bar-staff to cover for me, and waited for Tais to appear.

She arrived at her usual time, and, unusually, she had someone else with her. It was raining outside, so all I saw as they came into the bar were two girls covered from head to toe in hooded cloaks. They hurried through and upstairs to my suite of rooms, and Tais showed the newcomer the way to my bedroom, Tais carrying a large bag. I followed them in. As I got there, Tais was slipping off her cloak, and shaking the rain from her black mane of hair. She was wearing nothing under the cloak but the black leather corset, which left her tiny breasts free, and supported them like a little platform. Her nipples were adorned with the tiny gold clamps I had forgotten she still had. Garter straps from her corset held up plum-coloured stockings, and she wore needle-heeled, platform-soled shoes. She looked fantastic, and I couldn't bear that I should not be seeing her again. She turned to the other figure, who was still cloaked, standing there, taller by a centimetre or two than Tais. With a flourish, she stripped the cloak from her, and I saw a young girl, of perhaps eighteen, tall and slender, with long blonde hair, well-developed, almost heavy, breasts, with protuberant aureola and long nipples. She wore a completely transparent long white nylon nightdress, which gave her a strangely virginal sort of appearance.

'This is Valerie,' said Tais, 'I told you I had a surprise for you. Now go out for five minutes while I prepare her.'

As I obeyed her, she was opening her bag.

When I got back into the room, Tais was stood beside Valerie, who was now wearing a thick leather collar with a metal ring through it, from which extended a leash, held by Tais. Valerie's wrists were cuffed and she was wearing heavy leg-irons.

'Walk!' said Tais, and pulled her around the room, accompanied by the clanking of her leg-chain.

'What would you like to do to Valerie, Gavin?' asked Tais, cocking her face cheekily at me, 'she's a slut.'

'If she's a slut, I think we should whip her, don't you?'

'I think she'd like that, wouldn't you, darling?' said Tais, holding Valerie's chin in her hand.

'Yes,' she mumbled.

'I didn't hear that,' I said.

'Yes,' she said, louder.

'You must ask nicely,' I said.

'Please,' she said, 'please whip me.'

'That's better. Get her ready, Tais.'

Tais undid her cuffs, leaving the leg-irons in place, stripped off her flimsy gown and cuffed her to the ringbolts.

I took out the crop, and, having a second thought, decided to check out the girl's crack.. I felt with probing fingers, and found her moist and warm, her cunt-hole inviting and commodious, far from virginal.

'Oh' she said, simply, and I withdrew my fingers, tracing the crack and letting them linger at the entrance to her anus for just a moment.

'You're really ready to be hurt, Valerie, aren't you?'

'Oh yes, please hurt me,' she said

'A lot?'

'A lot.'

I lashed her hard across the back, then, as she cried out, passed the crop to Tais, who took it and drew back, sending it swishing through the air with alacrity. She struck at Valerie's buttocks and inner thighs, drawing great sobbing yelps from her as the stinging cracks landed and red welts appeared on the young girl's tender skin. She was enjoying this, and she stopped long enough to feel my tremendous erection, then pull my cock out of my trousers. As she whipped Valerie once more, she took my shaft in her mouth and I spurted involuntarily. She swallowed every drop of my hot cum.

When she had finished, we all lay together on the bed, Valerie moaning softly with the pain from her whipping. But she said she had climaxed three times whilst being whipped, and now wanted nothing more than to be fucked. I had to make her wait while I recovered, but, with Tais's knowing help, and the added incentive of a young and inviting cunt, I was soon hard again, and Tais helped guide me into the warmth of Valerie's waiting, peristaltic vagina, where my earlier orgasm helped me to last long enough for the girl to cum twice more.

Tais and her husband went to the States that weekend, and I never saw her again, nor did I see anything of Valerie – she was just a going-away present.