7 comments/ 120919 views/ 23 favorites Housesitter Sunday By: Croctden I awoke disoriented. I was not in my room. I then recalled I was house-sitting. I rolled over and looked at the clock. I was not tired and it was as good a time as any to get up. It was going to be a quiet day for me. I was sluggish from an extra hard work out last night. I stood and stretched, cracking my neck a few times, boy I had beaten myself up. I opened the door and Mary nearly walked right into me. I was house sitting and baby sitting. She was actually a few months older than I, but her parents felt she needed watching. Not unreasonably, she was a wild child. I did not know the specifics, just rumors, but they were bad enough. The lady in question had apparently been showering and was still wet. Her brown hair was still damp and hung down flat around her neck. She was only partially dry, little beads of water peppered her skin. She had not dressed either. She had only a towel wrapped around her, which gave me a good at her long, thin legs. “Oh, hi. I didn’t know you were here.” She blushed and crossed her arms over her small chest. “I have finished for the week, so I elected to sleep in today.” “Oh, I didn’t know that.” “My apologies,” I gestured to the bathroom, “if you will excuse me, I have just awoken.” “Oh, right. Sorry.” She got out of the way and scurried into her room. I watched her cute little ass until she closed the door. ******************************* As I walked back to my room I thought I heard a soft moan come from Mary’s room. I paused and heard it again. I was supposed to be keeping an eye on her, so I did not want her overdosing. I went up to her door and put my ear against it. Occasionally I would hear her moan. I was debating whether to knock when I noticed the door was part way open. I placed my hand on it and gently swung it open. What I saw took my breath away. Mary was sitting on her bed, naked. Her towel dropped on the floor. That, however, was not what blew me away. She was pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy. With her other hand she was strumming her clit. Her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed. She was biting her lip to keep silent, but every so often she would give a soft moan. I was amazed as I watched her tan, toned body writhe in pleasure. I noticed the glimmer of a belly button ring from her flat stomach. Best of all she had her legs spread wide giving me a perfect view of what she was doing to herself. As I watched her finger fuck herself I got hard in a hurry. I pushed the door open more, and sat down, no longer bothering to hide myself. She kept working herself over. Her two fingers kept pumping in and out of her pussy, continually get wetter. With her other hand she slid a finger inside herself, and then brought it up to mouth and tasted it. She sucked on her finger as though it were a miniature cock. Then she spit in her hand and rubbed it over her clit before bringing her had back up to pinch one of her small nipples. She was moaning louder and more regularly now. She was thrusting her hips to meet her hand, and her body was covered in a soft film of sweat. Then she said my name. At first I thought she had seen me, but then I realized the glorious truth. She started to chant my name. I could tell she was getting close. Her hand was flying in and out of her hole. She was practically humping her hand when I walked over to stand right in front of her. I waited for her to say my name once more before I answered, “Yes?” She stopped in mid pump and opened her deep brown eyes. She looked at me for a second before they went wide in fear. She bent over to cover herself, grabbed the towel and retreated to a corner of the room. “What the hell are you doing in here!?” She demanded. “Get out!” I just smiled at her and crossed the room towards her. She backed away in panic, but bumped into the wall and was pinned. I was not touching her, but the situation had overwhelmed her, mentally she could not take it. I slipped a hand down and ran a finger along her slopping wet slit. She grabbed my hand with one of her own. This caused her towel to drop some that it hung down the center of her body, covering little. I brought my other hand down. She tried to stop me again, but I held her hand out of the way. She closed her legs. “No.” I laughed and slid my hand up her trembling thighs. She pressed against the wall to get away, but I kept her still. I pushed a finger into her. Despite her best efforts her soaked folds opened to me immediately upon contact. She groaned and unwillingly spread her legs. She whimpered when I rubbed her pert little clit. “Please.” She sobbed. “Please what?” I asked as I suddenly popped three fingers into her tight snatch, filling her completely. She doubled over, knocking into me. She regained her feet and stood on her toes to get away from my probing hand, but I just pushed deeper inside her. “Please stop.” She squealed when I started to pump my hand inside her and swirl my thumb around her clit. “You don’t really want me to stop do you?” “Yes-” I pinched her clit and she cried out. “Oh god!!” Her whole body was shaking now, and she was leaning against the wall for support. I laughed lightly and withdrew my hand. I then used one finger to trace the edge of her hole. She moaned and bent down to try to get my hand again. I withdrew farther, now just rubbing her around her mound. She whimpered and put her head on my shoulder. “Please.” She asked breathlessly. I stopped rubbing and put my hand on her thigh. “Please what?” “Please finish me.” She begged. I gave a little yank on her clit. She cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She let go of my hand and wrapped her arm around me. “What is in it for me?” I asked as I brought my other hand down her back and cupped her firm ass. She jumped in surprise and pressed her whole body to mine. “Anything, please.” “Anything? What is anything?” I slowly worked a finger into her. She squeezed herself tightly to me. “Anything you want. I’ll be you slave.” I started to slip another finger into her. “You’ll be my slave?” “Yes!! I swear I am your slave for life! You own me! I am yours to command! You can do anything you want to me! Please Master finish me!!” She begged. “Deal.” I started pumping my hand. She began to pant and cry. I waited until she was on the brink, and with my other hand grabbed and twisted her clit. She screamed as the pain mixed with the pleasure of her orgasm. She grabbed me with all the strength she had while the feelings ripped through her hard little body. Once she was spent, she collapsed on the floor, sobbing quietly. I reached down and picked up her naked, trembling form and put her in her bed. I drew the covers up over her over sweat soaked body. I brushed her hair back with her hand and she looked up at me. “Go to sleep now. I will come and wake you up later.” I brushed my lips across hers. “Yes Master.” She said in a very small voice. I closed her door, went to the bathroom to wash my hands, and went downstairs to get myself a spot of breakfast. ***************************** It was an hour before I finished flipping through the paper. I had planned to keep my day quiet so I did not have any pressing engagements. By now I felt I had let Mary rest enough. I went upstairs. I paused at her door about to knock when I remembered the situation. I did not need my slave’s permission to enter. She was curled up in the fetal position facing the wall when I entered. I walked over to her. She rolled over at the sound of my approach. She had been crying, a lot, if her red eyes and tear stained face were any indication. “Did you manage to get a little sleep?” She averted her eyes and shook her head once. I sat on the edge of her bed; she shied away from me and looked miserable. I used my thumb to wipe away the remains of her tears and cupped her cheek. She shook at little at the contact and pulled the sheet tight over her body. I bent down and kissed her. I ran my tongue over her lips to gain entry, but she pulled back and sat up holding her sheet over her tits. “You rapped me!!” She screamed. I laughed at her. “Nonsense.” “I told you to stop and you ignored me. Y-you-you handled me.” Tears again welled up in her eyes. “You loved it. You were begging me to continue. You became my slave to have me finish you off.” “You raped me!” She said again. I looked at her and changed my strategy. “Okay Mary, if you feel I raped you, I will apologize, but I will never touch with you again. Is that what you want, never to feel my touch a second time?” She looked chagrined at that, and I mentally laughed. “Now, did you like it? She looked down and spoke so softly I could barely hear. “Yes.” “You loved it you little slut.” Her head whipped around. “I’m not a slut!!!” “Yes you are. Look at yourself with that little belly button ring. I was watching you for a while before you knew I was there.” She blushed and turned away. “You wanted me didn’t you?” “Not like that!” “You certainly seemed to enjoy it.” She turned away blushing. I noticed a tell tale wet spot on the sheets was starting to form. “It was great for you wasn’t it?” She did not turn around, but I still heard her say, “It was incredible.” “You are getting wet right now thinking about it aren’t you?” She looked down at the sheets and paled. She tried to cover herself, but I casually rested my hand there. She gasped. I could feel her pussy throbbing through the sheet. I rubbed it gentle and she tossed back her head in a moan. “You are a slut aren’t you?” She spun at me in anger, but I leisurely rubbed her crotch. “Yes.” She choked out. “Say it.” “I’m a slut.” She barely spoke. “Say it louder.” “I’m a slut.” She started to cry. I rubbed her pussy again. “Convince me that you truly know it.” She choked a little. Then she dropped her sheet and took my other hand and put it on her tit, her rock hard nipple pressed into my palm. “I, Mary Kilbee, am nothing but slut.” I smiled and gave her pussy a hard rub to prove it to her, which brought another gasp. “You are such a slut you want me to fuck you again don’t you?” She swallowed. “Oh god yes.” I withdrew my hands. “Yes what?” She blanched and averted her gaze. “Yes Master.” She said breathlessly. I leaned in for a kiss again and this time she came to me, parting her lips before we even met. She did not hesitate to stick her tongue down my throat once they did either. I placed my hands on her hips and she tensed as I slowly brought them up her sides. She gave a squeak when I palmed her tits. They were small, but her firm nipples felt great in my hands. I ran my finger around the edges of one and she kissed me even harder. When we broke off, I rolled one of her pouting nipples between my fingers. “Gahh!” She thrust her chest forward. “I take it you like that?” “Yes Master!” She said, her face flushed. I leaned in and rolled the tip of my tongue around her nipple. She grabbed my shoulders and I started to suck on it. She writhed at the feeling. I paused to remove my shirt. “Oh god, don’t stop!” I took her erect nipple between two of my fingers and rubbed the tip with my thumb. She surged to her knees, the sheet falling away. She clenched her fists and bit her lip to keep quiet. I ran my nail over her tip, she cried out, and caught herself on me as she started to fall. She dug her nails into my shoulders, now only partly aware of her surroundings. I twisted her nipple lightly, and she shouted in pain. She pulled back and looked at me in alarm. I reached for her again, and she tried to block my hand. I took her hand and placed it on the bed, looking at her severely to make my wishes clear. I reached for her nipple again. She braced herself, but stayed still. I twisted it lightly again and she cried out, bucking, but not pulling away. I reached for her other nipple. “Please no Master.” I held her nipple and looked into her eyes. “Please Master,” she begged. I twisted it harder, pulling on it slightly and she followed where I pulled, screaming. She crossed her arms over her tits and curled up on the bed. “Get up.” She looked at me fearfully, but got to her knees. “Put your arms down.” She paled. I glowered when she hesitated and she dropped her arms. “Did you like that?” She knew what I wanted. “Yes Master.” She said very softly. “Would you like another?” She looked at me in horror, but found no sympathy on my face. A few tears made their way down her cheeks. “Yes Master.” I grabbed her nipple and she flinched. “Are you positive?” “Yes Master. Please Master, I need another.” I twisted lighter this time. She cried out and pulled away, but quickly resumed her place. I stared at her. She trembled but got the message. “Thank you Master, c-can I have another?” Another twist. She took a little longer to get back into position. “T-thank you Master. M-may a please have another?” She begged. I twisted her super hard nipple again. She was crying aloud when she brought her tit back up. “P-please m-Master, a-another.” I twisted her protruding nipple once more. She obediently bought her tit back, but I put my hand down. I lowered my head and blew on it little. She gasped when it stung her sensitive nipple. I lowered my lips and began to suck on it. She groaned and pushed her tit farther into my mouth. She whimpered at the mix of sensuality and hurt when I started to swirl it with my tongue. Then I nipped her little bud, lightly. She shrieked and pulled back to the wall, covering herself. She was sobbing by now. “Get back up.” She looked up at me in terror, but shakily rose to her knees. “Lower your arms.” Her eyes got huge and she shook her head. “I said lower your arms slave.” Slowly she lowered her arms. “You are such a slut that you enjoyed that didn’t you Mary?” “Yes Master.” She stopped crying and averted her gaze. Without warning I pushed a finger into her pussy. She gasped, more in surprise than pain. She was very slick. I brought my hand up and put it on her lips. “Taste yourself you little slut.” She began to blow my finger, sucking off her juices, never breaking eye contact with me. “Enough.” She slowly drew her lips back over my finger, darting her tongue out to hit the tip as she pulled clear. I reached down and seized her other nipple. She gasped and started to cry again. “Do you want another?” “Y-yes, please Master.” I looked her over: Two, bright red, throbbing pebbles. Her eyes closed and her lower lip trembling. I bent down and kissed her sore nipple. She flinched and her eyes flew open. She watched as I kissed her other nipple, and only gasped slightly at the pain. I moved up to her lips, which parted instantly. I cupped her tight ass and she slid her arms around me in return. When she came up for air I pulled her into my chest. I held her there until she figured out to start kissing my chest. She shortly moved on to licks. Once she had licked my entire chest I stopped her. It does not do much for me, but women seem to enjoy doing it. “Remove my pants.” She lowered my shorts and looked up at me in surprise when she saw the impressive girth of my cock, big even for my lanky frame. “Lie down on your back.” She did so, keeping eye contact with me, but occasionally looking at my cock. “You are just a little slut aren’t you?” “Yes Master.” She answered breathlessly. “You aren’t anything more than my personal fuck-toy.” “Of course not Master.” “All you are is a hot little body made to please my cock.” She lay spread eagle on her back, looking up at me in lust. “I am just a slut-bunny. My only purpose it to service you Master.” I knelt down between her legs and put the tip of my cock on her folds, which happily opened for me. “Master please.” I looked up to her face. “You are too big for me Master, please let me get myself wetter first.” She pleaded. “I will go slowly.” I very slowly pushed my head through her lips. She watched me intently, beseeching me to go slowly with her eyes. She moaned as my entire head entered her, with a soft pop. She twisted on her back to stretch herself farther then she ever had before. Then I rammed my full length into her. She howled and bucked widely underneath me, trying to pull away, but I easily kept her small body pinned to the bed. When she finally regained some self control she looked up at me. “Please Master!” She begged. I started to pump slowly, while she adjusted to being stretched so wide. She was wonderfully tight, her cunt squeezing my massive throbbing cock. I gradually picked up my pace. Soon her whole body was arching against me as she cried out in passion. I knew she was going cum soon so I slid a hand down and gave her clit a little tug and drove home with all my force at once. She yowled in ecstasy. She fell back to the bed when she was done. “Oh god Master!! Thank you!” I was still buried deep inside her and slowly began to pull out. She moaned as I began to do so. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and balled the sheet up in her fists. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.” She chanted. She was almost there when I finished pulling out. She whimpered at being denied. I pinched her clit and yanked it up, away from her body. She screamed and pushed her hips in to ease the pain before she was over come in another orgasm. “Oh yes Master!! I’m cumming!!!” After about five minutes, she tried to sit up. “Lick me clean.” She started when she saw I was still hard. She struggled over to me, smiling in anticipation. She held me in one hand and started licking. Once I was clean I had her lick and suck my balls. “Blow me, slave.” She immediately took me into her mouth. She was not getting much of me into her mouth. “Deep throat me.” She looked up mildly alarmed. “I can’t, you’re too big.” “Get down on your knees and open your mouth.” She did as I told her and I pushed my meat into her mouth, holding her head in place. She started gagging when I hit her throat, but positioned herself to take me whole. Her eyes never leaving mine, she worked her way up until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. She blew me for a while this way, increasing her speed, but taking my full length ever time. When I felt myself come to the edge, I pulled out. “I am going to cum soon. Do you want to taste it?” She swallowed in fear and distaste. “Yes Master.” “Have you ever tasted a man’s seed before slut?” “Yes Master, but only a few times, I did not like it.” “You are made to please me; you will like it this time.” “Yes Master.” “Stay still.” I put my head to her lips and slowly pushed my cock into her mouth. Then I started to face fuck her, wrapping my fingers in her dirty blonde hair. I came in a fury, my cock leaping in her mouth, filling it with my cum. “Hold it in there. I want you to taste it.” She blanched, but complied. Her eyes started to tear. “Okay swallow.” Her eyes got wide and she shook her head, moving to spit it out. I grabbed her and forced her mouth closed. “I said swallow slave!!” She started to cry, but could not get free herself of my grasp. She tried to swallow once, gagged, and finally choked it down. “Good girl.” I released her and she started crying hysterically. “Did you like that?” She held back her tears long enough to say, “Yes Master. Thank you Master.” “Clean me off.” She did not react. “I said clean me off slave!!” She looked up and at my scowl took me in her mouth again. She sucked me dry, but never stopped crying. “Now dry me off.” “H-ho-h-how m-Master?” “Use your face.” She cried but rubbed my cock against her face. “Now your tits slut.” She cried even harder, but complied without comment. “That is good slave.” She stopped and stayed kneeing before me. I pinched her nipple. She screeched, and collapsed, her body shaking in racking sobs. I laughed and sat down on her bed to watch her. Housesitter Sunday She lay there, her arms wrapped around herself, crying for a long time. Eventually she ran out of tears. She stayed facing away from me for a while longer. She turned over to glare at me in hate. “You asshole!” I sighed. “What is troubling you now?” “You forced me to blow you!!” “That is correct. You are my slave, by definition I can do whatever I want to you.” “Well I’m not anymore!” She stood, covering herself, and walked over to her dresser. She looked back at me watching her. “Get out!!” I laughed and stood, crossing the room to her. She backed away in fright, bumping against the wall. “Have you forgotten what you said?” “You made me say it.” “You wanted me, you worthless slut. You could not bear to never have me again. Even now you still need my cock.” “You just used my body!!!” “Of course, that is all you are.” “No I’m not!” “Do you ever want me to fuck you again?” I took her hands in my own and pulled them away from her body to pin them against the wall. She offered no more than a token resistance. “All you are good for is to please my cock. You love it don’t you?” She struggled some but I held her back. “Yes.” “Look at me.” Her brown eyes looked into mine and she surrendered. “All I am is a hot body. My sole purpose is to please you cock, Master.” I let her go and moved into the middle of the room. “Come.” She came to me. “Put your arms down and stand still.” I circled her. I palmed her firm ass and she shied away. “Very nice.” I came back in front of her. She was blushing. “What?” “Nothing Master.” I waited. “It is just that I am not used to being looked at that way.” “You mean as the piece of meat you are?” She blushed deeper. “Yes Master.” “You like it though, don’t you, you little slut?” She turned even redder. “Yes Master.” I traced a racing stripe shape over her bush. She gasped. “Shave down to that slave.” “Yes Master.” I brought my hand up to her bright red nipples. She stiffened, but did not move. I played with them a little. She whimpered in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I looked down to she her cunt throbbing and a trickle of her juices slid down her leg. I moved way. “Get down on your knees.” She knelt before me. “Kiss it.” She leaned forward and kissed the tip on my cock once. “Stand up.” She stood before me, clearly aroused, her nipples sticking straight out. “Take a shower and shave as I told you.” She looked a little down. “When you are done, do not dry or cover yourself but come find me. I will be on the back deck. Is that clear?” “Yes Master.” “Go.” She walked past me. “Mary?” “Yes Master?” “When you are showering you may not pleasure yourself.” She turned bright red and stared at the floor. “From now on you may only pleasure yourself when I say you may. If you pleasure yourself without my blessing you will be severely punished. Do you understand?” “Y-es Master.” “Good. Now go shower slut.” *************************** I sat out on the deck making a list of what I was going to do with Mary. There were so many pleasant options. I became hard as I continued to think about it. I stretched in the sun. It was a beautiful day, if a little cool. I was glad I had put a long sleeve shirt on with my shorts. All in all it was shaping up to be a great day. I was interrupted in my thoughts by the sound of a glass door opening and closing. I looked up to see Mary dripping wet standing there blushing lightly. She had shaved as I had told her. I looked her over and her blush deepened a shade. “Turn around.” She spun in a circle for my eyes. I admired her hard body glistening in the sun, her belly button ring flashing as she came back around. She was tan, save for the outline of a bathing suit. “I want you to get rid of those tan lines.” Her eyes got wide. “But Master-” “I will find a way for you to be alone.” She shivered. When she crossed her arms and rubbed them I realized that it was not from the conversation. “Come here.” I felt her arm. “You are cold.” “Yes Master.” Her teeth chattered a bit when she spoke. I stood up. “We can go inside then.” She turned and the instant her back was to me I shoved two fingers in her pussy. She shouted and fell forward, catching herself on the door. She had been fairly dry and was whimpering now as I pumped her. I waited until she was wet enough for a third finger and removed my hand. She moaned for its returned, as I slapped her ass with my other hand. She cried out a little and turned around. I held my hand in front of her face. “Clean me off.” While she took my hand and started to lick and suck it clean, I used the other to tease her rock hard nipples. When she was finished I motioned to the door. “Let us go back to your room.” As we went into the kitchen I paused to get a glass of water, this was going to take some time. I asked her if she wanted a drink or snack (I was not sure if she had eaten breakfast), but she declined. We went into her room and I surveyed it. “Are these all your worldly positions?” She looked around, surprised at the question. “Yeah.” She shrugged. “My whole life is here. I haven’t got any money in the bank.” “I reasoned that was why you are still living here.” She laughed. “That is not the half of it. I owe $3,700. It will be even more once these go to court.” She fished around in her bookcase, produced three tickets, and handed them to me.” “Position of pot, driving without license, trying to leave scene after doing property damage. Quite a little record you have going. You do a lot of pot?” “I'm kinda addicted, I am to Coke too.” She hesitated. “I wish pot was legal, I have given money towards legalizing it,” she volunteered. “‘Kinda’ addicted?” “I can stop if I force myself to, but it’s hard. If I am on it, I have to have it every day.” “I know you smoke, and I am guessing you drink-” “I can’t really go more than ten drinks.” I did not respond. “What other drugs have you done?” “LSD, Mushrooms, Crystal Meth, Crack, Pills. I am never doing crack again.” “That is an impressive list.” She caught my tone. “I would never do heroin.” “What other crimes have you committed?” “Only stealing money from my parents, and key chains from stores…and clothes.” “Lovely.” I looked around her room, not really interested in her drug habits. I went over to her night table and looked around. I found three bottles of edible body lotion which Mary blushed faintly about. There was little else of interest. I went to her dresser. There was little there, which surprised me. I did find a pushup bra. “How big are you?” “34A.” She blushed. “What size are you?” She swallowed and softly answered, “5.” “You are what five-six, five-seven?” “Half way between.” “How much do you weigh?” She hesitated. “If you lie to me, I will punish you.” She blushed a little darker and looked down, “117.” I looked around her room the only places I had not yet explored were a bookcase and her closet. I took a step back in surprise at the shear amount of crap that was in her closet once I opened it. I separated it into piles of clothes and other objects. The other objects were just uninteresting odds and ends. I went through her cloths fairly quickly. The only seriously interesting articles turning up were a pair of leather pants and a very short skirt. That was not counting underwear, of course. She had a number of lacy white open front bras, but what surprised me was how many pairs of panties she had. She had a dozen pairs of see-throughs, little lace ones, colored panties, and tongs. I looked at Mary and saw she was blushing deeply. “You are just a little slut aren’t you?” “Yes Master.” I laughed. “Well I guess I might as well finish up,” I said turning to her bookcase. I caught her start. I knew that there would be something interesting there. I recognized it the instant I saw it, and a glance at Mary confirmed it. I put it aside and went through the rest of her papers without finding much of interest. I picked up the book I had set aside and her shoulders fell. It was one of those little ask you personal question books. I read it cover to cover while she just stood there, naked, in the center of the room. When I finished I went and sat down on her bed. I motioned for her to join me. I had her sit on my lap. “Mary, will you read this out loud please.” She swallowed when she saw what I was pointing to. “Describe an unfulfilled sexual fantasy: to be fucked up the pussy and ass at the same time.” I moved a hand up her leg and palmed her taunt ass as she read this. I squeezed and she choked and stopped reading. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass Mary?” I rubbed her tight ass and she squirmed. “No Master. My boyfriend wanted to, but even just his finger hurt too much. But some girls I know really love it, so I keep thinking I want to try.” She curled up against me and started kissing my neck. She started to cry. “Please don’t ass-fuck me Master, you’re too big.” She begged me piteously. I stuck my index finger up her ass. I was surprised my how tight she was; I really had to force my finger up there. Mary howled and jumped up. She stood a few feet away from me holding her ass. “Come here.” She came over and stood before me. “Turn around.” She turned around keeping her hands over her ass. “Spread you ass for me.” “Please Master, I-” I pulled her arms away and smack her ass hard. “Spread you ass for me slave.” She cried softly as she spread her cheeks to show a small little pink hole. I ran my finger around the edge and laughed as she trembled. I slowly worked my finger into her asshole. She groaned, but held still. Once I worked my finger all the way into her I started to pump slowly. She whimpered as I pumped faster. “Does this hurt?” “Yes Master.” I pulled my finger out. “Turn around and put your hands down.” She turned around looking relieved. I stood and opened my arms. She ran into them sticking her tongue in my mouth and rubbing her crotch against my own. I took my shirt off and she started kissing and licking my chest, rubbing her face against it. I pushed her head down and she got the message quickly. She lowered my shorts down and took me in her mouth. She slowly started to blow me keeping her brown eyes locked in mine the whole time. As I hardened to my full size I pulled out and sat on the edge of her bed. She smiled and climbed on top of me, lowering herself slowly to stretch herself for my size. As she slowly started to ride me I started playing with her breasts and we kissed. I pulled her closer as she started moaning, her pussy making my cock slick. I spread her ass slowly and slid a finger in. She stopped, startled, and looked at me questioningly. “Did I tell you to stop slut?” She slammed down on me hard again. I began to pump my finger in and out of her virgin ass. I could tell she was uncomfortable, but was forgetting as she enjoyed fucking me. She started when I stuck another finger in her ass, but was too horny to stop. I started flying my fingers in and out of her as I felt us both approaching the edge. We came together and I rammed my two fingers all the way in her. She screamed as she came, lifting her ass to get away from my hand. I kept it buried in her as the last shudders of her orgasm ran though her. When she regained her composure she tried to lower herself, only to squeal when I did not move my hand to let her down. “Clean me off.” She gingerly slipped off me and bent to take my spent cock back in her mouth. As she sucked I slowly started to pump her ass again. She cried out occasionally, but kept sucking. When she was done, I pulled out my fingers and she whimpered in relief. “Spread yourself for me.” She did and I could she her asshole was bright red. I probe the edges a bit and she hissed in pain. “Please Master, it is so sore!” I removed my finger. “Let’s go get some lunch Mary.” I put my clothes back on. I saw her go to get some clothes. I put my hands over hers as she picked up a shirt. “You may only go naked in my presence unless I tell you otherwise. Is that clear?” She swallowed. “Yes Master.” I pinched and twisted on of her nipples lightly, smiling at her cry of pain. “Now go.” I gave her ass a good hard smack as she scurried past. ****************************** We made our way down to the kitchen. I took a seat at the counter. “What do we have?” I asked. She opened the fridge. “Not much. There is some tuna fish, some peanut butter so we could have peanut butter and jelly,” she opened the freezer and shivered a little when the cool air hit her abused nipples, “there are a few frozen dinners too.” “I will have the tuna.” Mary caught my tone, and realized she would be serving me. “Yes Master.” She figured out what to do impressively. She prepared my tuna and asked me what I wanted to drink. She then brought my tuna and orange juice over to me and asked me if there was anything else I wanted. When I said no she went and got her meal. I started to eat without her. When she had her meal she came and asked if she could sit with me. I said yes. Once she sat down I told her to get up. Puzzled and afraid she did so. “Come here.” I opened my arms. When she came fearfully to me, I sat her in my lap and kissed her. She started, but quickly kissed back. When we broke away I explained. “You did well slave.” “Thank you Master.” “Curtsey when you say that.” She blushed, but laughed and curtsied, lifting an invisible skirt, “Thank you Master,” she appropriately kept her eyes to the floor. “Sit down.” She hurriedly sat down and began to eat. “How did you know the appropriate way to behave?” She looked up. “I guessed from seeing how servants acted in history movies.” “Clever.” I ate a bit of sandwich, “what had you planned to do today?” “Nothing much, I was going to watch some MTV and then go out clubbing tonight. How about you?” “I had been planning to catch up on some reading.” “So what are we going to do?” “Go shopping.” Mary perked up. “Really?” “Indeed. Do not get too pleased, I will be buying for you, but I will be deciding for you as well.” “That is okay, I have not been shopping in a while, it will be fun to get some new clothes regardless.” I did not comment on her assumption that I had been speaking of clothes. She was in need of serious training, I already knew that. We made small talk through the rest of lunch, and then I had her do the dishes. After that I put my always sore feet in her lap for a massage while I flipped through the phone book, making a list of where to go. She gave a good massage, she had had some masseuse training I knew. I had an extensive list of places to go so I could not wait to dawdle. I went upstairs to consider what to have my slave wear. “I’m sure I’ll be able to find suitable clothes for one outing from what you have,” I said as I heard the phone ring, “you get more appropriate wear soon enough.” But my words were to an empty room. She had left to go get the phone. Bemused, I selected what I was going to have her wear. I selected a black sleeveless vest with little white flowers on the front, a white lace bra that opened from the front, and a pair of black leather pants, no panties. “I can’t wear that to the mall, I’d look like a slut.” Mary said when she came back into the room. “A: You are a slut. B: It does not matter what you think or others think of you so long as you please me. Neither of those are important issues right now however.” I could see she did not follow. “Where did you just come from?” “I was talking on the phone.” A small light dawned. “Is that what you’re upset about?” “Did you ask my permission?” “To answer the phone? Are you serious!?” “Yes!” I cut her off. She started to realize this was serious. “I own you. If I am speaking to you and you want to leave, you ask for permission. If I say no, you stay put. Is that clear?” “Yes Master.” “Good.” I stroked her face. “Now there is the matter of your punishment.” She started. “Master?” “I need to reinforce the lesson to make sure you do not make the same mistake again.” She fell to her knees. “Please Master I’ve learned!” “You will have once I punished you.” “Please Master I do anything!” She paused and lowered her voice. “I’ll let you fuck me up the ass,” she choked out. I laughed and pulled her back up. “You have nothing to offer me, I already own you. I can fuck your little ass whenever I want to. Now stop pleading or I will make the punishment worse. I am only going to give you a light punishment as this was your first offense.” Her eyes started to tear and I smiled to myself. “I will only give you five lashes.” Her eyes got huge. “Go to my room and you will find my belt on the dresser. Bring it here.” She was about to cry. “Go get it now or I will double your punishment.” She flew to my room. She rushed back in and handed me my belt. I pulled a chair to the center of her room, knocking the stuffed animals off. “Pick those up.” Mary dove to do my bidding. “Come here.” I moved her so she was standing behind the chair. “Bend over.” She swallowed, but bent over the chair when I lightly pressed her back. I could tell she was struggling to hold back tears. I cupped her pussy and lifted it. She gave a soft cry and bent more. “That is right, press your face to the seat and keep it there.” I kicked her legs out, making her spread and stand on her toes. I stroked her ass, “Mmm, very nice.” She was holding herself tight in fear and whimpering slightly. I slipped a finger into her. She cried out as she was bone dry. I left my finger there as I instructed her. “After each lash I want you to count it and thank me for it. If you move from this position the lash will not count, do you understand?” “Yes Master,” Mary said very softly. I pulled my finger out and stepped away. “Would you like me to punish you slut?” She gasped when she realized what I wanted. “Yes Master, p-please lash me.” “Why do you want me to lash you?” “S-so I can pl-please you Mas-Master.” She choked out. “Very well.” I whipped my belt down on her ivory ass, purposely keeping the blow a light one. Mary would not have known it, she screamed in pain, bolting up and falling over, knocking the chair down with her. She writhed on the floor both hands covering her bum. I stood over her. “Get back into your position.” “No, please, no!” She sobbed. I righted the chair. Then I grabbed Mary by her hair and pulled her to her feet. I forced her back over the chair. She screamed and cried, but did not resist. “That one does not count; now hold still if you only want five more.” I whipped her again. She screamed, but held her place. “Count.” “One, thank you Master,” she barely got out. I gave her three more and she took them admirably. She was sobbing nonstop now, but she thanked me for every stripe. I paused to step back and admire the five angry welts on her ass. “Mary, I have been going easy on you so far, but now I am going to give a lash with full strength so prepare yourself.” She just kept crying, but I noticed her shift a little. I pulled back and let her have it. Her scream was so loud I physically took a step back. She collapsed in a sobbing heap. “Get back up.” She moved slightly, “please.” “Get back on the chair.” I said menacingly. She slowly got stood on wobbly legs and bent back over the chair. She never stopped shaking her head no and mumbling “please.” I stroked her inflamed ass and laughed aloud when she shivered in pain. I eventually readied for a seventh blow. CRACK!!! She howled in agony, but stayed over the chair. After several minutes I just heard her say, “Five, thank you Master.” “Get down on all fours before me slave.” Housesitter Sunday She fell down before me. I put a foot out. She hesitated momentarily, but kissed it. “Thank you Master.” “Stand up.” She stood, fear in her eyes, not knowing what was next. I kissed her, her lips parting instantly. “You did well slut. What did you think of your first punishment?” “It was horrible.” “Turn around and let me see.” She turned to show me her abused little ass. I rubbed it gently and she cried out. “Please Master!! It hurts so much!” “Sorry.” I sat down on her bed and scooted back until my back was against the wall. “Come here.” I had her lay across my lap. She seemed to blush slightly at the position. I licked a finger and gently traced the outline of her welts. She whimpered slightly. I slid the finger into her. She whimpered more as she was dry. I continued to probe her depths and her whimpers soon became ones of pleasure. She moved underneath me, as I handled her easily. She let out a soft cry as she came. Her body could take no more and she melted onto the bed. I kept fingering her, giving her the most pleasure I could. She relaxed in a sleepy state. I covered my hand with her juices and spread her cheeks, slowly inserting a finger into her asshole. Her head came up when she felt my finger against her sphincter. She shifted repeatedly as I kept bringing more of her cum up to her ass, making it very slick. “Master?” “Hmm?” “What are you doing?” “I am lubing you up.” Her body became instantly tense against me. “Are you going to assfuck me?” “I am thinking about it.” “Even after my punishment?” “Mary,” I began, “you are going to have to give me your anal cherry sooner or later so it may as well be now.” “But, my bottom is already so sore!” She pleaded. “Don’t you want to pleasure me?” “Yes, it’s-” I popped a second finger in her and she squealed. “I, umm…” she trailed off. Tears started to form in her eyes. “Don’t cry Mary. You have to learn to be a good slave. You have to live for my pleasure, regardless of your pain. Do you understand?” She sniffled and nodded. I stroked her hair and she smiled lightly despite her pain. She turned to watch my face as I forced her ass to expand for two fingers. Once I had done this I turned to look back at her. “Now you need to lube me up.” She nodded and got up on all fours. She took me in her mouth and started to suck on the end. “You better go all the way down; I am going to put my full hilt into you.” She looked up and stared into my eyes looking for mercy. She kept looking at me as she forced my cock all the way down her throat, her lips resting on my balls. Once she had me fully erect I pulled her face up for a kiss. We both stood up. She bent over the bed before I even asked her. I rubbed the back of her neck, “good girl.” I stepped up behind her and placed my tip and at the edge of her hole. She whimpered piteously. I start to press my head into her. She groaned, but stayed still. With a soft pop, I got my tip in her. She panted and I paused to let her collect herself. “Do you want this?” “Yes Master, please fuck me up the ass.” I pushed into her slowly, but she still burst into tears. She stayed still for me though. I stopped halfway in. “Do you want me to stop?” “Please no Master, fuck my little ass. I want you to be the first man to fuck me up the ass.” I rammed home in one fell swoop. Mary shrieked and fell onto the bed. I kept myself all the way in her. She sobbed for a while and then I started to slowly pump her. She got back up. She could only manage moans of pain, which became grunts as I sped up. She was crying and struggling to stay up with each thrust as I kept pounding her virgin ass. Finally I felt my balls tighten and I slammed her with all my strength, she screamed and fell on the bed. She stayed there, sobbing softly as I finished cumming in her ass. I pulled out of her slowly, causing her to squirm. “Clean me off slave.” She turned quickly and knelt before me. “Please Master, don’t make me do that, not after you have been in my ass.” “Now slave.” Weeping she sucked my cock dry, gagging at the taste of her ass, but still licking all of it. She dried it off with her tits. “Good little slut.” I had her stand up and kissed her again. She came happily into my arms. I held her. “Are you okay?” “Yes Master,” she looked so fragile, “but my poor bum is on fire.” “Turn around.” She did so. “Spread yourself.” I looked at her bright red hole, my cum dribbling out of her. I touched the rim a few times; she gave a sharp gasp of pain for each touch. “Go take a shower. We still have to go out yet.” ************************** She was subdued when she came back. I had already dressed. I inspected her quickly again. She blushed a little at having to stand there naked while I looked her over. Once I was sure that she would be fine I had her get dressed. I saw her frown at the clothes I had picked for her before; she blushed when she realized that I intended to watch her dress. She tried to turn away, but just me saying her name made her turn back. I smiled when she winced as she pulled on the tight leather pants. I gestured to her makeup. “Now make yourself look your sexiest, but no perfume.” I watched her to make sure she looked the way I wanted. I told her no nail polish, but I made her go her reddest lipstick and lots of it. I made her use heavy eyeliner too. “Look in the mirror and tell me what you think.” “I look like a slut.” She sounded upset. “You are a slut. Now stand up.” When she stood I unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down to her knees. While she had to just stand there, I fingered her to get her wet. Once her juices were flowing I pulled my hand out. “Use your cunt for perfume. Put it where you normally do and as much as you normally would.” She remained still, so I took her hand and placed it on her pussy. She started to cry, but did as she was told. She put in on heavy, there was no way you could miss the scent. I stroked her face a little when she had finished. “Good girl, now get on your knees.” She knelt down, her pants still down. I pulled out my throbbing cock. Mary certain was a sweet piece of ass. She really got me going, breaking her will was fantastic for me. “We need to give you some breath spray.” She had learned how to give head well already and quickly deep throated me. I enjoyed her ministrations as she licked, sucked, and kissed my cock form its tip to my balls. She fondled me and jacked me off, bringing me to the edge in a hurry. I stopped her. “Put your arms down and stand still. Now when I cum in your mouth I want you to hold in there, swish it around, and gargle my cum to make sure your breath smells the way it should. Do you understand slave?” “Yes Ma-mmmph.” She cried a little as I abused her. I held her head steady while she stayed still as a pumped my seed into her mouth. She gagged a little, still not comfortable with the taste. She did as she was told, but cried some more. Once she had swallowed I had her pull her pants back up and we left. **************************** Mary’s ass was too sore to sit so she leaned on her side as we drove to our first stop. When we got to the place I turned to Mary for a kiss. “Hmm, you breath seems a little faint, I think you need another spray.” Her eyes got wide. “Here?” “Of course.” I reached and slide my hand behind her neck, pulling her head to my hardening member. “But what if someone sees us?” “That is not your concern. Now stop delaying or I will have to punish you.” She reached for my fly immediately. She pulled my cock out and slurped it as fast as she could. The fear of punishment, and of being found, made her frantic to get me off. “Slow down slave, I want a good blow.” She slowed down, and I began to stroke the back of her head. She sucked and licked as though her life depended on it. Knowing this made it that much better, I held back as she continued to blow me and fondle my balls. Eventually her ministrations began to have their effect. “I am going to cum slut. I want you to keep blowing until you have sucked me dry, then put my cock away.” I burst in her mouth as I finished speaking, and she worked diligently until I was completely spent. She tucked my cock back in my pants and quickly popped back up. “Give it a kiss.” She leaned back down and gave it a quick peck. “No, it is your second master. You can not please me if you do not please it. Kiss my cock and let it know you love it.” She knelt down and kissed the tip sucking just the head into her mouth to tongue. She kissed down to the base. She sucked one of my balls into her mouth and rolled it a round with her tongue, following with the other. She then kissed her way back up and frenched the head again. She kissed the tip lightly again and came back up. “Good girl, you learn quickly.” “Thank you Master.” I zipped up, had her reapply her lipstick, and we got out of my car. “One more thing Mary, in public call me dear, or honey, or any other romantic pet name that suits you.” We were at a small designer store. As we went inside Mary started when she saw evening dresses everywhere. “Why are we looking at evening dresses?” “Because sometimes I prefer to travel in more affluent circles and you do not have a dress appropriate for those times.” “I have my prom dress.” “It is not refined enough. It also does not display you the way you should be.” I glanced at her in honest surprise. “Why are you arguing against getting a dress? I would have assumed you would be happy to have one.” “Oh I am…I am just not sure that I deserve one.” “Two points: One; you are not getting the dress as a reward. I am buying you this dress so I may adequately display you. Two; when you are done with you training you will be sure you deserve more then just one dress.” Her eyes lit with fear and she swallowed at that. We made our way around the store, Mary hanging on my arm. She touched the fine material and checked the price tag. Her eyes bugged out when she saw the four figure amount. “How can you afford this?” “I can, do not worry about how.” “What are we looking for?” “I am not entirely sure. I will know it when I see it. Right now I am thinking about going royal blue.” “Okay, that is not my normal color though.” “If it does not look good on you, I will not buy it.” I was not really interested in what she thought I looked through the stores selection. I noticed one dark blue dress that seemed odd to me. It was a full length gown, but the top was a skimpy pair of spaghetti straps. It looked as though the designer could not decided between a normal or risqué dress, and so had done both. When I examined it closely I realized it was the perfect dress. While the skirt was floor length, it had two slits up to the waist on the sides. The skirt was also stretched thin around so there would be no way to walk without revealing a lot of leg. It also had a plunging back line and a low cut front. “Go try this on.” I knew I had been right the instant Mary stepped out. She embarrassedly tried to hide her legs from the staff to no avail. The dress clung to her, leaving nothing of the little it covered to the imagination. I called over a seamstress to get it fitted. I altered it slightly, having it push up Mary’s smallish tits into a bit of cleavage. I made arrangements to pick it up Tuesday afternoon. “I thought you wanted a dress for affluent society- that dress does not really fit.” She said as we left. “It does for its purposes. When we enter a room I want people to look at you and know that you are with me in order to please my cock, and not for any other reason.” “I see.” Mary sounded small. I paused before starting the car. “You are a sex slave Mary, never forget that. All you are is a slutty toy for my cock, and that is all.” “Yes Master.” Mary sounded as thought she was about to cry. I smiled to myself, knowing her will was breaking even more. Our next stop was a small boutique. Mary followed me meekly in. I looked through the summer dresses. I quickly found what I wanted. It was a light green mini-dress. What made it my choice though was that it was made of a light, gauzy material. I handed it to Mary. She leaned in a whispered, “I can’t wear this without panties: my hair will show.” This of course was precisely why I had chosen it. “Go put it on slave.” Her face was beat red when she came back out. The thin material left no doubt were her nipples were. She was trying to coyly place her hand over her bush, but I bushed it aside with my hand. You could see the outline clearly. I had her twirl, smiling when the hem flared out to waist height. I had her put her arms straight up into the air. The hem just covered her sex. I circled her and rubbed her pussy absentmindedly. She groaned. “Please Master, someone might see!” “Put you arms down.” She did so gratefully. “Make you nipples pout.” She blushed but pinched them, making them stand out through the fabric of the dress. I let her go back and change, as we where under a time crunch. I suppose the next store we went to was trendy; I just know that it had the type of clothes I was seeking. Mary was not exactly pleased with the black half tee, super tight black miniskirt with a zipper down the back, and the black choker necklace that I selected for her, but after the previous purchases she seemed relieved. Our next stop was a GAP knock off. I bought a tiny pair of khaki shorts, they just barely covered her bush and revealed the bottom of her ass cheeks. I also got her a white sleeveless turtle neck that was several sizes to small. It almost made it to her waist, but clung to her tits so tightly I could see them quiver with every move. Again Mary was quiet out of fear of making it worse. Our next stop was a bathing suit specialist. Here I was presented with a problem: what color? I knew the style, the tiniest sting bikini I could find, but I could not decide what would look best on my slave. Mary followed obediently cringing slightly when she saw the thongs. Then I saw a leopard print set and knew what color I wanted. I got one a size to small and handed it to Mary. “I can’t try this on,” she whispered, “my welts will show.” I did not particularly care, but you never know if some ignorant soul will make a scene. “Go and put it on. Then call out that you won’t come out in it and I will come and look.” Relief spread over her. She gave me a quick peck, “thank you.” She called me a few minutes later. “I could never wear this in public,” she said as I came in. I drank in her image. The top looked fine, and looked even better after I pinched her nipples to make them stand out, smiling at her gasp. The bottom was painted on. I could see the outline of her pussy lips quite clearly. I had her turn around, and was pleased to see the string disappeared entirely into her crack. I pulled the waist band up and she cried out softly. I turned her turn back and by pulling the front had the bottom slip right inside her. She moaned. “Please, not here.” I laughed and left, adding the suit to the costs of the day’s shopping spree in my head. Our next stop was a mildly kinky lingerie store. Mary was not happy when I selected a black bra with the nipples cut out. She became even more upset I pick up a black set of crotch less panties with a little red bow on the front. I also picked up a pair of black fishnet garters with elastic at the top. She stared at her feet at the register. Then we drove to the edge of town, by the industrial park. We stopped in front of a small windowless brick building. She misstepped when she saw the inside. The place was a sex shop. Leather, videos, magazines, whips, chains, dildos, were everywhere. There were a few people scattered around the small store. I nodded to the woman, behind the register. She was an old acquaintance. “Hello Julie, how has life been?” “Fairly well sir, and yourself?” “Oh splendidly.” I gestured towards Mary. “Tell me, what outfit do you have for this little slut to match my tastes?” Mary let out a little cry which we both ignored. “Mmm, that is a tough one. You have such subtle tastes.” “Particular may be a better word.” “Perhaps a bit of both.” Julie looked around. “Now let me think. We have some rubber dresses, but those are not really you style. There is a nurse’s outfit?” “Probably not, but I will take a look. Where is it?” “On the back wall. We reorganized the store; all the complete outfits are on the back wall now.” “Well I will go have a look, thank you.” I led Mary to the back of the store. I smiled inwardly at her looks of horror at some of the items for sale. I discard the nurse’s outfit quickly as it was too kinky for me. I went down the whole line. I saw an option about two thirds of the way through, but continued on to make sure there was not something better. There was not, but such is life. I pulled a French Maid’s outfit off of the wall. I handed it to Mary, who looked at it dubiously. “Try it on.” “Where is the dressing room?” “You don’t need one. Change right here.” “What?” Mary looked at me in horror. “People might see!” She hissed. “So? Look around you slave, this is a porn shop.” “But I don’t want them to see me.” “That is of no consequence. Now strip or I will take you over my knee right here.” She was on the verge of tears. “Please, the marks.” “Will let them know that you have been punished. Now strip and you better not try to hide yourself.” She started crying. She put the maids outfit on the rack again and began to unbutton her vest. She slipped out of it, letting it fall to the floor. “Fold it up.” She gave a little sob, bent over and picked it up, folding it nicely and putting it off to the side. She put her hands up to her bra and looked at me, hoping for a stay of execution. I stared back into her eyes. A heavy man in his late forties came around the corner. He stopped, not knowing what to do. “Go on,” I told Mary. She braced herself and undid the bra. Tears streamed down her face as she folded it up and put it on top of her vest. She stood back up and unzipped her pants, pushing them down, and shimming out of them. The guy chuckled causing her to blush. The guy whistled when she bent over to fold up the pants, causing her to shot back up. More amusingly we then heard, “What Ricky?” and another middle aged guy came around the corner. He stopped dead when he saw Mary, “whoa.” Mary looked mortified. I handed her the maid’s outfit and she hurriedly hopped into it. She looked good in the dress, the frilly skirt barely covering her slit. The top was less revealing, and the bra strap wrapped around her neck. I gave her the little hat which she obediently put on. I gestured to her to spin, which she did. “Dust off the top of the rack.” She swallowed, but stood up on her tip toes to reach. This pulled the dress up just enough to see her ass. She kept her legs clamped shut, but the guys still laughed, causing her to spin around. “Pick up you clothes and give them to me, we would not want them to get dirty.” I smirked. Mary cried a little silently. She knew what I want and pleasantly did so without trying hide herself. She turned around and bent from the waste, fully opening herself up to the two guys. They made rude noises. She came back and handed them to me. She looked on the verge of tears. “Yes, this will do nicely. You can change back now.” Her head drooped when I said this. She started when a third guy appeared. He was an old guy, wizened with white hair. “Check this out dude, she’s gonna strip.” The first guy said. Mary quickly slid the dress down. The old guy whistled. “Quite a little number!” “I’ll say.” The first guy agreed. The second spoke to me. “You have a nice piece of ass there.”