4 comments/ 86805 views/ 20 favorites Service Provider Ch. 01-13 By: IdeeFixee Part 2 — Service Provider Before beginning, please read Part 1: Mother's Helper, The Black Diary. In Part 1, Janice, a hot and sexually frustrated single MILF, is riddled with guilt over her poor parenting of her hot son Matthew, a high school senior. Matt discovers his voluptuous mother's unquenchable penchant for sex and punishment, and quickly increases his dominance in a series of increasingly degrading sessions, many of which involve foodstuffs and common household implements. She is repeatedly gagged, clamped, whipped and fucked. Janice becomes an obedient, full-fledged pain- and cum-slut, craving humiliation and accepting abuse. Once Matt discovers her black diary, which details her submissive, debased desires, he orders her to service relatives such as her nephew and sister, as well as others involved with Matt's life, such as his college advisor and college roommate. Here in Part 2, Matt keeps Janice busy while he is away at college, garnering favors with influential patrons and expanding his network for future advantage. She trains the girl-next-door, satisfies the Headmaster of Matt's prep school, and takes on the three-man board of the prep school. Her debasement reaches new levels of sordidness when she satisfies the teen lusts of five students all at once. The Headmaster passes her on to his friend, a sadistic priest whom Janice has known since she was a teen, when she seduced him in Confession and in Sunday school. Her background as a young slut continues as we see her also seduce her father. Chapter One – The Girl Next Door When Matt arrived home from college for Thanksgiving, his gorgeous, submissive and unbelievably hot mother, Janice, was on her knees in their suburban home, naked (except for stockings) in the hallway when he entered, as he'd instructed. "Welcome home," she said. He unzipped his pants and extracted the cock that had been hard for most of the drive home, anticipating this moment. The voracious beauty sucked him greedily, as he mauled her breasts and abused her large dark nipples. Once she received permission, she swallowed all his spend, a rare treat. Usually he preferred to cover her face and tits with his cum. He allowed her to wear his favorite gauzy blouse while she prepared dinner, but only her blouse, short enough so it left her ass and shaved pussy visible. As Matt went through his mail, he noticed a bulging envelope addressed to their neighbor's daughter, Lauren. It was so full, the corners were splitting and the flap was half unsealed. Lauren was almost a year younger than Matt, her eighteenth birthday just six weeks earlier. She was a beauty, the hottest girl in school, with an incredible body toned by sports, long chestnut hair, large breasts and a full mouth. "That's odd," he said. "We have mail for Lauren, a thick envelope. I'll take it over after dinner. How is she?" Janice wondered how to respond. "She's okay, I guess, but she misses hanging out with you and can't wait to graduate and go to college." Matt knew Lauren had always had a crush on him. After dinner, he walked over and rang the doorbell. Almost immediately, Lauren opened the door and said, "Welcome home, Matthew." She leaned into him and kissed his cheek. Even though it had been only a couple of months since he'd last seen her, something about her had changed. For one, she appeared nervous. Although he knew she was eighteen, she actually looked a couple of years younger. She had always displayed a paradoxical combination of mature yet innocent. She stood before him in a tight pink blouse and skirt, her hands clasped in the small of her back and feet apart, waiting. "It's great to see you, Lauren. You look beautiful." She blushed, head down. "We received some mail for you." The awkward envelope slipped out of his hand and fell to the floor between his feet, one edge splitting. She sank down on her knees and picked it up but remained on her knees, her face inches from his groin. It was a position similar to the way Floyd had first walked in on Matt and Janice. Matt shut the door behind him and walked down the hallway, peering into the kitchen and living room, where he noticed a fire had been lit. He walked back to the same exact position in front of her. "Is your mother home?" Neither Matt nor Janice had ever liked Lauren's mother, who was admittedly hot and gorgeous. but a heavy-drinking party girl and absentee mother. Her large hazel eyes looked up at him. "No. She's doing her usual Friday night clubbing with friends. Usually she's not back until 1:00 or even 2:00. Would you like to sit in the living room by the fire?" "Yes." She stood and followed as he sat down on the couch directly in front of the fireplace. "May I serve you?" she asked. "Yes. And have something yourself." Without asking, she brought his favorite drink, scotch on the rocks, and white wine for her. She remained standing in front of him, legs spread. "How are you, Lauren? Do you have a boyfriend this semester?" "No, the guys at school are all so immature. My friends tried to hook me up with a guy but he was just like all the others—not a clue about what a girl wants. No idea how to be romantic—let alone sexy." She paused. "Not like you," she blurted, reddening. They drank. "You don't have to stand," he said. She knelt again in front of him, placing the torn envelope on the edge of the coffee table and her hands on the carpet behind her. "What do you want in a guy?" "I don't want a guy." He waited. "I want you," she blurted. "I've been in love with you since I was fourteen." She looked hot kneeling so close to the fireplace. "I've been working hard so that you'd find me . . . appealing. I've been learning and practicing ever since you left, so I'd be . . . pleasing to you." "Practicing, eh? And what do you think is 'pleasing' to me?" She reached for her wine glass, knocking the envelope off the edge of the table. As it hit the floor, the broken seam split all the way and an array of color photos spread across the carpet. She bent to gather them but he told her to stay the way she was. He looked down at the pictures. The first one showed Lauren kneeling with her hands behind her head, her breasts straining against a taut blouse, her hair and makeup carefully done. Underneath he could see a pose where she was photographed from behind on hands and knees, legs spread wide. The quality of the photos was not as good as the sets he'd taken of Janice, but they were serviceable. She sighed with relief when she saw the bulge in his pants. "Who took these photos?" "Your mother . . . I asked her to." "Where?" "In your den." The remainder showed Lauren in a variety of lewd or suggestive poses. One had her leaning over the coffee table in his den, skirt raised above pretty pink stockings until her bare thighs were exposed. Another showed her kneeling in the kitchen, lipsticked mouth opened wide as a hand holding a ladle poured what looked like tapioca into a mouth already brimming with the thick white stuff. Her meaty red lips were already coated with the tapioca. The last photo showed her sitting on the floor leaning against the foot of his bed, legs spread wide, skirt gathered at her waist, hands clasping the bedposts, gauzy pink panties doing a poor job of covering her pussy. She stared insolently into the lens. He couldn't be sure, but it looked as if her pussy was shaved completely bare. "These are beautiful." "Janice has . . . instructed me. I actually know a lot now." "I see . . . Have some wine. You look as jumpy as a polecat." He sipped his Scotch and thought as she gulped her wine. "What do you call her?" "Mistress." "What does she call you?" She shifted uncomfortably. "Slut-in-training." "What is it exactly that you want, Lauren?" "That's simple. I want to serve you, and I'm willing to do anything." "How long have you felt this way?" "Since I was walking past your house and saw your mother naked and tied in your kitchen. When I saw her breasts between the bars of the stool, and her whip marks, and cum all over her face, I became turned on like never before. I knew it was for me. I actually collapsed in your front yard. Lucky for me I was hidden by shrubs, because I stroked my pussy until I orgasmed. "By the time I had finished, Mistress had unbound herself and vanished. There was nothing left on the stool except the black belt which had bound her breasts. Yet I was more sure than before. It was like I knew that was my destiny." He decided to test her immediately. "Let's see how ready you are. Take off your blouse." Without hesitation, she unbuttoned the blouse and laid it on the table. He inhaled deeply as the tops of her large breasts were exposed above the frilly pink demi-bra in the beautiful light from the fire. Although not quite as large as his mother's, they were 34C. Half-visible through the fabric, her nipples were smaller than Janice's, but not by much. "Your tits are beautiful. Now take off your skirt." She unzipped the skirt, heavy breasts lifting up as she dragged it over her head. The thin, pink panties were the same ones as in the last photo. She had indeed been shaved totally. He wondered whether she or Janice had done the trimming. Matching, frilly pink thigh-highs completed the picture. "What sort of training have you been . . . submitting to?" he asked, doubt in his voice, leaning forward to caress her face, tracing his fingers across her lips. "I've never sucked a real cock but I've been trained to suck dildos," she answered defiantly. Matt began stroking and squeezing her breasts, the skin like silk. "I know I look young and inexperienced but I can deep throat almost six inches." When he squeezed her nipples through the bra, she inhaled sharply but continued. "Mistress has clamped me, but only with mild ones, not with cloverleafs." He twisted the nipples. "She's gagged me, but just with small balls." She paused, trying to remember everything. "She shaves me regularly," she added proudly. He took a small knife from his pocket and said, "Don't move," pulling the panties away from her pubis and cutting a vertical slit. He arranged the fabric so it framed her shaved pussy and generous lips. "Beautiful. Continue." "If I'm good she lets me finger myself to orgasm once a week." He took her hand, clasped two fingers together and inserted them into her cunt. She grunted and bit her lip. "For the last month she's been forcing larger butt plugs into me." He moved her fingers around in her cunt and pulled them out, wiping them along one smooth thigh, a long streak down to the stocking top. "In another couple of months I'll be able to take close to the same size plug as she can." "Very impressive." He inserted three fingers into her slit and withdrew them, dragging them along her other thigh, the juice trail glistening in the firelight. "Is that all?" She stared at the wetness on her thighs, missing his hand manipulating her fingers. "I asked Mistress to whip me, but she insisted I be unmarked for you. If you don't want to fuck me because I'm a virgin, she's offered to do it with a strap-on." He sat mutely, amazed at her language, without a trace of shame or embarrassment like Janice. She mistook his silence, unsure whether she had proven herself enough. "I was a clumsy oaf, knocking over the envelope, so I'm aware that I should be punished." Maybe he wanted more, so she improvised. "If you order me to, I'll serve any of your roommates at college." "Lauren, I've loved you as well, and you've always been the hottest girl in school. I've wanted you since you were sixteen and I can't believe we never got together before. I'm proud of all the training you've undertaken. Let's see how you do in your first session. Let's call it an audition. Go to your bedroom. Do you have a dildo there?" She nodded. "Bring it, along with your cheerleader baton and camera." While she was upstairs, Matt went to the kitchen and brought a plain stool and roll of masking tape into the living room. He set them in front of the fireplace. As Lauren entered the room, he admired her firm breasts and bare pussy, framed in the pink bra and torn panties. He took the flesh-colored dildo and taped it firmly to the center of the stool. "Lauren, if you pass this test, you'll be mine. I want you to take your own virginity. You're going to fuck yourself on the dildo while I see how you take your first caning." She was surprised he didn't want to break her hymen himself but didn't object. "Yes, sir. Thank you, Matthew." He moved her hands behind her head and taped her wrists together, already knowing her cunt was wet. As she spread her legs around the stool and positioned the dildo at her slit inside the ripped opening of the panties, he caressed her tight ass. He watched as the dildo head entered her hole and swung the baton onto her ass cheeks. It made him incredibly excited. She surprised him by not jumping or making much sound during the whipping and dildo fucking. Sweat had broken out all over her body. Each time she lowered herself on the cock he struck her again, timing the pain to accompany the pleasure. When half of the dildo was inside her, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed down. She screamed as her membrane broke and he had to hold her in his arms to keep her from toppling. He grabbed her long hair and tilted her face up to his. Her large hazel eyes, filled with pain and love, stared into his. He kissed her and slowly lowered her down on the dildo until its whole length was inside her. She cried out with pain. Lowering his pants as well, he inserted his cock into her mouth and she did a very good job of sucking. She paused only once to ask, "Will you be cumming in my mouth or on my face and tits?" "Since you asked, and since this is a trial run where you're proving yourself, on your face and tits." Eventually, he pulled out and spewed a gigantic load across her young face and on both breasts. She could barely believe how much he shot. It went on and on as if it would never stop. He rubbed the hot semen into her nipples and belly. He picked up the camera and photographed the brunette beauty, looking devastating in the warm firelight and frilly pink lingerie, her hands tied, breasts clear as day beneath the tight sheer bra saturated with cum, the dildo embedded in her cunt. When he set down the camera, she asked, " Would you like to whip my tits or fuck my cunt or ass?" "No, Lauren, that's enough for tonight." He lifted her off the dildo, blood dripping onto the stool, and untied her hands. "You've already proved that you're mine," he said. "Maybe we'll do a test on you after a month." He kissed her deeply. "Once you've cleaned up, we'll relax by the fire." After cleaning herself of the virginal blood, she returned and they lay down in front of the fire, her head on his lap, talking about school and friends while he stroked her hair and played with her breasts, nipples and slit, remembering her mother's scheduled return in the early morning. When she drifted off, Matt thought a long time about the responsibility and opportunities of having two submissives. The situation presented a wonderful new world of possibilities. Forthcoming, the young Headmaster of Matt's prep school makes Janice prove her gratitude. Chapter Two — Ansonia Academy, 1st session In the handsome office of Headmaster Knowles at her son Matt's prestigious prep school, Janice sat in a hard chair. It was after hours; the campus, still on abbreviated session in late summer, was deserted. With twilight outside, even the administrative staff had departed. Since Matt's departure for college, she had been feeling lonely and restless. The headmaster's office was large and well appointed. She had been in this office before, had in fact sat here in the same chair years ago, and the memory made her blush and squirm in her seat. She was mortified to notice her diary resting on a podium at the side of the room, lit by a pinpoint spotlight. She was surprised that the principal looked so young and attractive – in his late twenties. She'd been told that he'd been promoted, despite his youthfulness, when the previous headmaster had abruptly retired due to health issues. She was struck by the contradiction between the principal's youthful face and his hard gray eyes. The voluptuous beauty of this youthful mother surprised Knowles as well. He made no secret of carefully scanning her incredible body. He did not miss the makeup, accentuating her full mouth and large eyes with extraordinarily long, dark eyelashes. They helped her look innocent, but Knowles was immediately aware upon her entrance that she exuded two traits – sex and submissiveness. Nor did he ignore the large gulp of brandy she took immediately after he placed the oversized snifter in front of her. She licked the brandy off her lips. "Janice, you've been summoned because I have ensured that your son, despite his mediocre grades, has been admitted to a superb college, where his contacts or connections will assure him a successful future. I've also written glowing letters of recommendation to a number of influential administrators, such as the Dean of Students. I understand from Matthew that you are extremely grateful and that I have your full cooperation as a willing mother." "Yes, sir, I deeply appreciate everything you've done," she replied nervously, taking another large swallow of brandy. "Yes, the degree of your appreciation is what you're here to prove. I understand that you were a student here yourself." "Yes, sir." "Then you're familiar with the authority Ansonia's Headmaster holds and the obedience due him. Your lessons will also prove to Matthew the proper discipline he'll need to respect his college professors." "Yes, Headmaster," she said, the words making her more agitated. "To begin, let's make sure you're truly in the spirit of this institution. Have another swallow, then go into my assistant's office and change into the standard school uniform." Relieved to have a break from the Headmaster's strict, no-nonsense demeanor, Janice drank again and walked into the adjacent office with the uniform. She had difficulty putting on the tight white panties and bra, both of which were too small. The dark blue pleated skirt was ridiculously short and the white blouse barely buttoned. Yet she felt excited in the familiar uniform. The white thigh-highs were not traditional, but they contrasted well with her olive skin, darkened by her tan. Upon returning to the Headmaster's office, she saw that a low leather bench, three feet wide and one foot deep had replaced the chair she'd been using. "Stand in front of my desk, legs spread and hands behind you. You look lovely in your uniform." The sex-starved mother complied, thinking that if she could submit to Mr. Wheland, a stranger she'd never before seen, she could also serve Headmaster Knowles, whom she'd met previously and spoken with at various school functions. Standing in position, she was horrified to see the photos Matt had taken, laid out in three rows on the Headmaster's desk. "Oh, haven't you seen these yet?" The Headmaster rotated the first row. She stared in fascination at herself strapped to the kitchen stool. "Your son shows a natural talent for photography." The first shot showed her face half-obliterated by cum. "Excellent lotion for the face." The second showed her breasts under the drenched baby doll, the blower with the bell attachment an inch from the engorged nipple. "Those fat nipples of yours appear to be extended over an inch. We'll have to see if we can recreate that." The next photo also showed the blower, but with the second attachment, embedded in her cunt. "What a creative idea, to heat up your hot little cunt. Did it succeed?" he asked, staring at her. Janice, too humiliated to speak, could only nod mutely. Service Provider Ch. 01-13 He rotated the second set, from her first session in the den, where she was bowed backwards over the bolster. "My, my, it's heartwarming to see how much use you're getting out of one garment, in this case a nightgown." Her pussy wetted at the lurid sight of herself, head lolling, body covered in cum and sweat, the metal rings of the injector protruding from her cunt. "I hear you're an excellent chef – and so resourceful!" He rotated the last row, the series depicting her strapped to the ottoman. "At last, your tits have been marked. And if I'm not mistaken, that's an ice cream pop lodged in your cunt. We wouldn't dream of denying you dessert, Janice! All right, no need to dawdle. We'll review the remaining sets next time. And I'll be taking more shots of you this evening. For now, kneel on the bench," said the Headmaster. She climbed on it, eyes lowered in fear. "That blouse is cute but much too tight. Undo it." She opened the buttons, her arousal increasing, showing the tight white bra and her toned belly. "How did you get those marks on your belly?" Janice glanced shamefully at the Headmaster. "With, with a cane." "For what reason?" She hesitated. "Because . . . because I'd been bad." "In what way?" "I . . . I was disrespectful to my son." "How long ago were they applied?" She calculated. "About two weeks ago." "They show on you beautifully, Janice." "Uh, thank you, Headmaster." "Except for one thing." She waited, silently. "They're fading. You will need a fresh application." He noted that, under his questioning, she'd begun perspiring. "And I'm sure Matthew has a commanding presence, and that he's training you to the best of his abilities, but he's also a novice. For example, he introduced you to the whip and cane immediately, instead of a gentler instrument, the flogger. That's like skipping high school and college and getting Advanced Placement in graduate school! The only reason it was not counter-productive with you is that you happen to have an exceptionally high pain threshold. So I will balance your training. Remove your blouse and skirt." She stripped off the blouse, her breasts straining against the constricting fabric, then undid the skirt's front buttons and dropped it, revealing the tight white panties. "Pull up those panties to your waist." She tried without much luck, the material tight against her bulging mound. "Pull higher." She felt the stressed cotton being forced into her slit, making her hotter, revealing her shaved pussy on both sides of the panties. "More." The fabric was pulled in another inch, embedded in her gash, the labia popping free, her mouth open with arousal. Walking behind her, the Headmaster moved the heavy coat rack so it was directly behind the bench. He pulled her arms above and behind her head. He tied her hands to the top of the rack and fastened her widespread ankles to the bottom. He finished by tying her knees to the feet of the bench. Her thighs were resting on her legs, ass on her calves. The Headmaster removed a black object from a black satchel. Janice's eyes widened. She had never seen a double dildo before. "Matthew should also have trained you with this before your session with him and Mr. Wheland." Janice's eyes widened with embarrassment. Apparently, Matt had told the headmaster all her shameful secrets. Knowles lubricated both parts of the dildo and strapped it down on the bench. "Matt was lucky when they double-fucked you. You're not only a pain-slut, you're also an anal slut." He took a pair of scissors and, pulling the panties out of her slit, he reached down between her pussy and ass and cut the material, but left it hanging lewdly over her pussy. He raised her ass off the bench and, positioning her hips, lowered them so the dildos entered her cunt and ass. She took them smoothly, uttering a prolonged moan. "You accepted that extremely well," said Knowles, pleased. "Do you need to be gagged before I begin your whipping?" She nodded. He inserted a large 2 1/2 inch ball into her mouth, which was so wide she had trouble taking it. "Yes, Janice, just as you'll be taking larger butt plugs and more severe clamps, I'm also educating you in larger mouth gags, including penis gags. In the past, your gags have only been attached with a single strap, correct?" She nodded. "Because this is a gag harness." He held the device in front of her and then pulled the lather pieces over her forehead, attaching everything at the rear of her head. "Yes," he said, satisfied, "beautiful. However, even with the gag, we had better shut the door." He closed and locked the heavy wood door. Knowles saw glints of saliva appear in the corners of her mouth. He sat on the desk directly in front of Janice, gazing down at the beautiful, bound mother. He leaned over and traced a finger over her clit, stroking it up and down. "Jesus, you've got the biggest clit and longest thickest labia I've ever seen." Her juices drenched the cotton panties. She moaned for the first time, more saliva accumulating around the ball gag. "It will be a pleasure to watch clamps sink deeply into them." He wetted the labia with her pussy moisture and fastened two clamps on them. She swallowed, adjusting to the pain. He screwed each of the clamps tighter, watching the gleaming teeth sink into the puffy flesh, until she mewled with pain. "Have your nipples or labia ever been weighted?" She shook her head. "Really? Then it's time." He considered hanging introductory weights, but rejected that idea as being insufficient for her appetites, and added two moderate weights to the clamps on the greasy lips. Janice squirmed in pain as she watched the weights hurt her inflamed labia. She tried to lick her lips, the first drool hitting her chest. Knowles admired the picture. There was something incredibly obscene about the double dildos, clamps and weights framing the ripped, dangling white panties. He decided to wait on the photos. "Very nice," he said, reaching for the scissors. "Move your head slightly forward." She obeyed, the drool now dropping steadily directly onto her bra. He pulled the tight bra off her chest, just enough to cut small holes in the center of each cup. The openings were large enough for her nipples and aureole to protrude. He picked up a pliable, long and thin pointer, three foot in length. She felt intensely humiliated by her slut-like appearance. The Headmaster drew the pointer down repeatedly on the bra cups, now damp from her saliva. The thin fabric softened the blows only a little. The pointer made a curious sound as it met the soaked cotton of the bra. He admired how well she took the hits. His slashes descended, raining down on her stomach and belly, but skipping her pussy by jumping to her thighs. "These new marks show beautifully on your lovely skin, Janice. Would you like more brandy?" She nodded. "Brandy should properly be served warm. He refilled the snifter and heated it in a small microwave. He returned with the glass, but instead of removing her gag, the Headmaster held the full snifter under the bra. "I understand that, being a good cook, you like things to be served hot." He tipped the snifter up onto her breast. She yelled, arching up from the bench from the burning temperature, most of the dildo length emerging from her holes. But she was too tightly bound for it to pop out. "Lovely. I can see that big tit as if there were no bra at all." He pushed her pelvis down back onto the dildos. Knowles thrust the glass against her other breast. Again, she bucked savagely from the scalding pain, but without yelling. He pushed her pelvis back down again. "You must open your eyes now. You're going to watch every time that I whip your tits. Then I'll clamp and weight them, and you'll watch as I whip your cunt as well." The pointer whistled as it hit her drenched breasts over and over, her head jerking from side to side. He struck her nipples, an easy target due to their massive size and extension. Finally, she screamed through the gag. He screwed two large clamps onto her nipples. "What gorgeous nipples, custom-made for clamping." Compared to the caning on her nipples, the sharp new pain was actually a relief to Janice. He added a medium-weight silver chain connecting the clamps. "Personally, I think clamped tits show much better when they're also chained. These chains show beautifully against your dark skin and whip marks." The headmaster struck her mound, and then applied multiple strokes directly onto her clit. She screamed at a lower, more guttural pitch behind the gag and bucked her hips with incredible force on the dildos, ramming them all the way into her cunt and ass, beginning to cum. He stopped the caning and, while watching approvingly as his new student went through a long, overwhelming orgasm, stripped his pants and underwear. She appeared only half-conscious, her head hanging back, facing straight up at the ceiling, strands of drool leaking from each corner of her mouth. Squeezing between the coat rack and her back, he pulled the greasy ball out of her mouth and shoved his cock straight down into her slack aperture. Her only response was a faint "Unngghh" as he lunged back and forth into her hot mouth. After several minutes, he pulled out and wedged the ball back in her distended mouth. Quickly, he jerked on her breast chain forcing her to leap upward. He untied her arms, ankles and knees and dragged her forward on the bench so her ass was above the bench, pelvis hanging over the edge, hands on the floor behind her for support. He knelt on the carpet in front of the bench and, after removing the dildos to the accompaniment of a fresh groan, he pushed the clamps aside and positioned the head of his cock at her cunt lips. He looked up at her slanting body until he stared at her half-lidded eyes, waiting until they made contact with his, then thrust his cock into her dripping cunt and fucked her hard and fast. Almost immediately, she came again. Her chest looked spectacular, the clamps and chain jumping and swinging wildly as he slammed in and out. Seconds before his climax, he pulled out, aimed his cock almost straight up, and unleashed a geyser of cum. Perfectly aimed, it showered down directly on her face, splattering it completely, like a creamy waterfall, then descended across her breasts, belly and cunt. She screamed what sounded like "Yessss!" behind the gag as her pelvis shuddered in a final climax. She collapsed backward, eyes totally shut, so he reinserted the double dildo and took a couple of dozen lurid photos, thoroughly recording her drenched face, the transparent, brandied bra with its nipple cutouts, the shredded panties, the ebony dildo, the slimy metal nipple and cunt clamps, and especially the raised new welts, darkening ever so slowly below the coatings dripping from the gorgeous, slack body. He slapped both cheeks to wake her. She moaned and groggily opened her eyes. "I can only hope your son will be half as responsive to your college professors in class as you have been today. I never thought a woman could take such pain so well for so long. And it's a good thing that you have such an enormous capacity, because we've only begun." He clipped a second metal chain to her breast clamps. "Stand up." Dazedly, she knelt forward, pulling herself off the dildos. Slowly, she stood up, the breast weights knocking against the double chains. He removed his black suspenders and rested the two front clasps on her shoulders. The two strands became one between her breasts. Holding the clasps on her shoulders with one hand, he pulled the joined strand between her legs, through her slit and up her back until he fastened the two rear clasps to the front clasps on her shoulders. He adjusted the clasps tighter until she gasped, the one-inch wide material crushing her clit and embedded in her cunt and ass crack. "Hands behind head. Now turn around." Slightly dizzy, she slowly rotated, eyes downcast, her stretched pussy lips bulging hugely around the suspender wedged into her slit. The nipple chains clicked against each other repeatedly. Knowles loved the sound of the quiet clicking. "Turn again," he said, just to hear the clicking sound again. "Now look in the mirror." When she saw the image reflected by the mirror, she almost thought it was another person. "Are you aware of how beautiful you now look? Like an abstract painting, colors added over a base of red stripes. Your body, from your neck to your knees, is now either marked or accentuated by your metallic devices, or 'jewelry.'" She stared at her black hair, plastered to her head, moved down to her come-covered face with its bulbous gag and black leather head harness, and continued down her torso, smeared with the different colors and consistencies of sweat, brandy and cum, the breast and pussy "jewelry" swinging restlessly, glinting where it hung so obscenely. The front of her panties still hung lewdly from her waist, the cut-off front flapping against her puffed pussy lips. "Pose for me." She was astonishingly easy about being photographed again, so much so that he could tell it was exciting her. He shot her standing full frontal, in profile, from the rear, kneeling on hands and widespread knees so the pussy jewelry was prominently displayed, and squatting, the weights brushing the carpet. "That was well done. You're a natural model, or shall we say, exhibitionist. I'll be e-mailing these to your son no later than tomorrow." Even with a cum-covered face, he could see her skin flush red with shame. "Release the gag." She opened her stiff mouth and the ball dropped to the floor. She pulled the leather webbing off as well. "Get dressed." She looked questioningly at him. "That's correct, you're to wear all the jewelry until you arrive home." Janice felt even more ashamed as she fastened the short skirt, imagining the trip home, afraid of seeing any students on campus. She had difficulty buttoning the tight blouse over the clamps and chains. The secured blouse added pressure to the metal devices, causing her more discomfort. Turning again to the mirror, she was dismayed to see that the sopping bra, inundated with all the brandy, sweat and cum, had dampened the blouse enough so that the clamps and chains were clearly visible in front of the large dark aureole. "Look at me." She tore herself away from the mirror and faced him. "As a submissive, you now belong to me as well as your son." Through the blouse, he twisted one of the nipple clamps till she whimpered. "Come back at the same time in three days. Make sure you're wearing the uniform and all your jewelry." He moved his hand under the skirt and tugged so hard on the two labia chains that she tottered and had to force herself not to collapse. "Next time we'll have a more advanced lesson, beginning with a sound thrashing to your back, plus weights for those proud tits of yours. Leave your other clothes here until then. That will be all. You're dismissed." "Thank you, Headmaster," she said. Janice left the office, walking gingerly as the clamps, abetted by the swinging weights and chains, tortured her breasts and pussy. Knowles watched her proceed down the long corridor, listening to the wonderful clicking sound slowly diminish until she disappeared from sight. To follow: Lauren's home schooling. Chapter Three — Lauren's Training Test, Part One Before she became Matt's submissive, his teen neighbor Lauren had been depressed and frustrated, fantasizing about him all the time and doing more and more poorly in school. Now, she was satisfied and much happier than she'd been for a long time. She was nicer to her friends, who wondered why she spent so little time with them. When they said she must have a boyfriend, Lauren replied in all honesty that she did not. To her way of thinking, this was the truth. Boyfriends were what her friends had. She had a master. Her grades improved. When Matt arrived home from college for winter break, knowing that Lauren's mother had left for two weeks at a Caribbean resort, he immediately initiated Lauren into a series of daily sessions—almost the same program as he'd done with Janice, who was now his "sous chef." She prepped all the foodstuffs and devices. He decided to skip the blow dryer scene. First was the scene on the bolster with the food injector, followed by the Creamsicle on the ottoman, where Lauren sucked him off and he caned her breasts. Then he upended her, clamping open her labia and fucking her young cunt. On the fourth day Janice strapped Lauren into the X-position at the curtain rods and he fucked Lauren's ass. His mother had done a good job of opening the girl with the series of butt plugs over a few months. Next, Janice and he tied Lauren to a dining room chair. Using the pastry decorator, they forced the napkin rings onto her breasts, tied off her nipples, filled her cunt with whipped cream and made her fuck her own asshole with a dildo. In the morning, they squeezed her oiled breasts between the kitchen stool slats. Janice wore a strap-on and fucked Lauren's mouth as Matt fucked her cunt. Enacting the same scene in which she'd first seen Janice nude and bound was incredibly exciting for Lauren. Her orgasm was massive. It was stimulating for Janice to assist Matt in performing the same actions on Lauren as he'd done on her. She now experienced things from Matt's dominating, male point of view. Besides, Matt continued to use Janice. Due to the excitement she felt from assisting in Lauren's scenes, and, due to her experience, bore more severe punishments than the novice girl. Naturally, Matt was thrilled to take Janice to greater heights of ecstasy and pain, as well as taking her to greater depths of humiliation. He also made sure to keep her well occupied in sessions with the Headmaster (plus the forthcoming school board meeting, of which she knew nothing). Throughout the week, Lauren was frequently ball-gagged, her breasts tightly bound with cord, rope or straps. Her nipples, clit and labia were clamped by heavy devices with weighty chains. Matt whipped her every other day but was careful to mark only her breasts, pussy and ass. Even though Lauren was no longer permitted to wear halter-tops or shorts, Janice had recommended that the girl's discipline be limited to three areas: breasts, back and ass, so that her marks would not be visible to others. He made sure that every day at least one part of her—face, breasts, pussy or ass—was covered in cum. She adored him and he loved her in return. Each slave had her advantages. Naturally, Lauren's breasts were higher and tighter, her thighs a little slimmer. On the other hand, Janice's nipples were thicker, longer and darker, and she could withstand more pain than the girl. Also, he could fuck his mother's ass more savagely than the girl's. Being his mother, it was also far easier to humiliate Janice than Lauren. Janice was never jealous; it was not in her nature. Because of Lauren's ne'er-do-well mother, Janice had looked after the girl's welfare since she'd been a youngster and loved her like a daughter. Janice never lacked attention. But she did not take naturally to disciplining Lauren and preferred it when Lauren punished her. For example, it was fine when Matt would whip Lauren but fuck Janice while Lauren watched. Or, while Janice knelt on hands and knees, he would make Lauren eat Janice's cunt and lick Matt's balls while he fucked Janice's ass. Or Lauren would fuck Janice's cunt with a strap-on while Matt fucked Janice's ass. Besides, Janice had the Headmaster's upcoming session to ponder. All three realized the value of being a threesome. Frequently, their welts would take a few days to subside. Sore nipples, cunts and labia needed recovery time as well. So Matt would conduct a session with one slave while the other submissive recuperated from a whipping and clamping. Service Provider Ch. 01-13 One morning, Matt informed Lauren that the day of her first test had arrived. The three of them were sitting in the kitchen. "The test includes two parts. One is pain, the other is humiliation. Are you ready to submit?" It was practically a rhetorical question, since the girl's whole demeanor had instantly changed into one of excitement, her skin flushed and eyes shining. "Yes, Matthew." They went to the den, where Janice had set up an old, unused cat-scratching device. It was a two-foot high pole covered with carpeting. A small but thick cushion was balanced on top. Janice stripped Lauren and applied oil roughly to the beauty's body, applying the greasy liquid on Lauren's breasts and ass with harsh slaps. Matt inserted a ball gag into her mouth. Janice told Lauren to kneel with her ass against the pole, legs crossed behind it. Matt bound one ankle to another. Janice inserted a spreader bar between her knees and fastened cuffs to both elbows. Matt pulled the elbows back to her ankles, forcing the girl's back to arch over the top of the pole until the cushion rested in the small of her back. Lauren grunted from discomfort. Her head was hanging upside down, her breasts pointing straight up, her pussy spread. Janice applied cloverleafs to the tips of each long, thick nipple and attached cords to the clamps. She tied the cords tautly to a ceiling hook while Matt took photos of the tortured, glistening girl. He ordered his mother to kneel in front of Lauren and suck her cunt while he took a flogger and began lashing the girl's belly, thighs and breasts. The tawny skin quickly reddened and blotched. The combination of expert sucking and the sting of the whip brought the writhing girl closer to an orgasm. She knew she could handle this level of pain. She never expected the next step. Matt exchanged the flogger for the cane and began methodically striking the helpless girl, first with blows to her ass from underneath. After a half dozen screams, he rained a torrent of blows onto all sides of her breasts. He paused only to stretch the breasts upward another couple of inches, distending the distorted mounds and especially the nipples. Lauren groaned, but her pelvis never stopped thrusting against Janice, who had added a thumb into the girl's cunt and a large finger into the girl's ass. With great care and precision, Matt struck each nipple, obscenely stretched to an inch and a half, on all four sides. Lauren shouted in an obliterating orgasm, cumming as Matt struck the other nipple from all four sides, the girl climaxing repeatedly. Matt threw down the cane, pushed Janice aside, knelt in front of the girl, and grabbed her slippery hips. Janice slid underneath them both and started to lick his heavy balls while shoving three fingers into her own cunt. Matt shoved his cock all the way up the girl's cunt, cumming himself after only a few strokes, but pulling out while he was still shooting, aiming his load on the girl's tortured nipples. The heat of his burning jism on her ravaged nipples threw Lauren into a final climax. Janice shouted out her own climax. Mother and son collapsed on each side of the limp slave girl. The only sounds were three people gasping for air, accompanied by the sound of oil and cum dripping off Lauren's torso onto the floor. She emitted a strangled cry when Janice unclamped the cloverleafs and blood returned to the beaten nipples. Matt pulled the gag from her lips. "Did I pass Part One?" she asked in a hoarse voice. "With flying colors," Matt said. "You were great." " How soon do we do Part Two?" Lauren asked. Next up: Janice's return to the Headmaster, where she relives her experiences as a student in the same office. Chapter Four — Ansonia Academy, 2nd Session Janice, obedient to the long-distance will of her dominating son in college, arrived on campus and entered the vestibule of the administration building. She felt electric with excitement. Standing in a dark corner of the dim vestibule, she furtively opened her blouse and applied the clamps and weights, sighing deeply from the cutting pain and buttoning the blouse with difficulty. She hoisted her skirt and fastened the second pair of clamps and weights to her labia. Walking slowly to the second floor, she knocked on the Headmaster's door promptly at 5:00 p.m., wearing her uniform. He had heard the clicking of her jewelry even before she knocked. She had replaced the ripped, soiled white thigh-highs provided earlier with a charcoal gray pair. She hoped he would understand that it had simply not been possible to attach the nipple clamps, weights and chains over the blouse. "Good afternoon, Janice." He noted how aroused she already was, the jewelry beginning her well along the path of severe pain and pleasure. She stood in position in front of his desk, staring at three new rows of photos. "Pull up your skirt and tuck it in so I can be sure you've clamped your pussy lips." She complied, showing her strong, long legs and silver adornments, in such contrast to the tanned, olive skin. "Very good." He showed her the first row, wherein she was tied upside down, drenched in cum and cream of wheat, pussy lips clamped and tied wide, clit lassoed. "I'll bet this posture was not too difficult for someone so supple from yoga. And it's a relief to see your thighs have been caned." He studied the middle row, where she stood in front of the curtain rods. "Yes, your back and thighs are now striped. See how good your tits look, banded by the black straps above and below them? My goodness, your nipples look as if they're two inches long from the clamps on that hanger! I see this is the first group where you're looking into the camera lens, as if you want that long cylinder up your cunt as well." Gratefully, there was only one more set. "Yes, the classic French maid at dinner time. Your front looks magnificent since your tits are enclosed in – what are those, napkin rings? – and your nipples are tied off. And I see both your cunt and ass are filled with dildos, lubricated by gobs of heavy 'whipping' cream – how appropriate! A sense of humor is essential, especially when you're wearing that cute cap at such a rakish angle. Anyway, that's enough of your family photo album. Let's discuss a different sort of history. Janice, I need to understand your . . . proclivities and . . . tolerances. Were you ever disciplined when you were a student here at Ansonia?" "Umm, yes, Headmaster." "Who administered your punishment?" "The—the previous Headmaster." "I see. Were you reprimanded more than once?" This was the first question that surprised and flustered her. "Oh, yes sir!" "How many times? "Um, I don't know, I mean I can't remember." "Why not?" "Well, sir, it happened so many times, you see." He raised an eyebrow, waiting for more. "I mean, almost on a weekly basis." "Describe your punishments. What forms did they take?" "I'd been reported to the Headmaster for constantly fidgeting in class, so during summer session, near the end of a day like today, he sat me in a chair and strapped my knees to the corners. Since the chair had no arms, he strapped my wrists behind my back. Then he left and let me sit there for a half hour." "Let's recreate it so I'm sure I understand." She spread her thighs and he strapped them tightly to the corners, causing her short skirt to ride up her thighs so much that he could see the lace tops of her stockings, her bare thighs, and her panties. Behind her, he wrapped a strap around her wrists, forcing her breasts to strain against the tight blouse. "How did you feel about being tied?" "First, I felt humiliated. Then, as I was waiting for him, I began to feel . . . excited by the situation. When Headmaster returned, I complained that I actually had trouble breathing. I thought he would untie – or at least loosen – my wrists, but he thought my difficulty was because my blouse was so tight. So he unbuttoned it down to my skirt and pulled it open beyond my bra. He was actually correct – I did breathe easier." Knowles unfastened the blouse and pushed it to the side of her bra, relishing the site of her clamps, weights and marks, her breasts so marked they looked like a road map of a city. Her chest was damp with perspiration. "Were you wearing the same bra and panties?" he asked. She nodded. "And you were not yet a senior?" She shook her head. "Were you as fully developed then as you are now?" She nodded again. "How did you feel with your blouse open?" "I kind of liked it, especially the attention, so I tried to distract him from his paperwork. After a minute or two, I asked him how long I had to sit there. He complained that he was tired of hearing me whining, and forced a ball into my mouth. Well, my Phys. Ed. Teacher had told me my body generated a lot of moisture: on my skin, in my mouth and in my vagina. She said, 'These are natural functions of the body and not a problem.' Here I was, perspiring on a hot July afternoon and leaking from my mouth all over my bra. When the Headmaster saw that, he said I was disgusting and told me to stop ruining my bra. I shrugged my shoulders, helpless, so he unclipped the bra and revealed my breasts. 'Now your saliva won't ruin your bra,' he said." "I was ashamed that he'd bared my breasts, which he ogled. But since it was so hot, they also felt cooler. He couldn't concentrate at all on his work any more, so he removed his belt – one like yours. He told me, 'Normally, girls are disciplined with a caning on their bottoms, but since you're a special case, a fidgeter whose bottom is not currently accessible, I'm instead forced to whip your breasts.' I was shocked. He struck me a half dozen times. Even though it was only a belt, it still hurt like hell. When he had finished, I was only half awake, in a daze from the shock and the pain." Knowles realized she was staring, not at his bulging pants but at his leather belt. He removed it and pulled her breasts out and up, exposing the wealed undersides. He whipped each one. She actually licked her lips. "What then?" he asked. Instead of continuing, she stared at her breasts until he pulled her nipples again, but downward this time, looking at him imploringly. He swiped the top of her breasts with the belt. "Mmmmm," she moaned, and finally resumed the story. "He untied my knees and pulled off my panties." Not willing to untie her legs, Knowles took a scissor from his desk and sliced through her panties, removing the tatters. The site of her, scrunched up beneath him, breasts and pussy so close together, made him hard. Her belly, so heavily marked, never failed to please him. Her ripe shaved pussy, opened by the spread legs, was beneath his gaze. "I was still speechless. He then pushed my feet up onto the corners of the chair, tied my ankles there and untied one of my hands." Knowles did the same. "The next thing I knew, he pushed my legs wide open and stared down at my . . . privates (like you're doing now). I heard his zipper go down. "Rub yourself," he ordered. I stroked my clitoris." She began stroking herself. Knowles opened a cabinet drawer, returned with a small clamp, pushed her hand aside and fastened the clamp on the hood of her clit. "Unngghh!" she groaned. After taking several seconds to compose herself as best as possible, she stroked her pussy and continued speaking in a halting manner. "It felt so hot to be rubbing it, tied and spread in front of him." She was getting excited to the point that she was flustered. "He grabbed my hand, held two fingers together, and said, 'Put them in.'" Knowles searched his shelves and saw an old novelty pen, the oversized kind that contained a dozen pens of different colors inside a two inch diameter shaped-shaped covering. He smeared lubricant on the six-inch pen and screwed it into her cunt. "Yesss . . ." She paused so long he slapped a breast to focus her attention. "I was so wet . . . my fingers made squishing noises . . . which embarrassed me." She was so aroused by the makeshift pen dildo that she was having trouble remembering her thoughts. He pulled the pen almost all the way out and rammed it back home. "Suddenly . . . suddenly he was . . . what's the word . . . straddling the chair, his penis in my face. I didn't even think, I just took him in and did what came naturally . . ." Her words had trailed off. She was perspiring heavily. "What . . . came naturally? Speak up!" He slapped the other breast to revive her. "His penis ejaculated in my mouth and I never thought twice about swallowing it, all of it. Then I had an orgasm so strong I remember the chair bouncing around beneath me! With my fingers still inside me, he pulled his penis out of my mouth. I still remember long strands of. . . semen and saliva hanging in the air between my lips and the head of his shaft, kind of like those bridges made of rope, before they fell all over my breasts and stomach." Knowles undid his zipper, pulled out his cock and inserted it in her mouth. She massaged his balls with her free hand. She was such a voracious cocksucker that he came after two minutes. "Do not swallow," he gasped. He withdrew slowly so that thick strands of cum extended between her lips and his cock before falling onto her breasts. He stuck his cock back in and withdrew a half dozen times, photographing, until her chest was coated with his entire load of cum. "After untying my hand and legs, the Headmaster forced me out of the office so fast I had no time to clean up or even adjust my bra, which was humiliating, and I completely forgot about my panties. At the door, he said, 'Your session is not yet complete. You are to return in exactly one week.' I stared at him, surprised but also excited. At the door, I said, "Yes, Sir, I'll be prepared." I knew that word caught his attention and would leave him wondering for a whole week as I walked out. Knowles unstrapped her hand and knees, ordering her to stand in position. "Continue." "The next week, after Headmaster ordered me to strip, he pushed me face down over the corner of his desk, tying my arms and stuffing my mouth with the panties from the previous week." Knowles thought of a variation and moved his desktop sandbox so it was positioned beneath her. He unscrewed her nipple clamps and pushed her down, crushing her breasts into the coarse sand, and fastened her wrists. She sucked in her breath in pain from the clamp removal. She was surprised by how uncomfortable her breasts felt from the sand. "He moved those two small tables in your conference area, one on each side of the corner your desk. He made me kneel on them." Knowles moved the two tables from and positioned them as she'd said. They were six inches lower than the desk. She climbed on, a knee on each table. He saw the merit of this intriguing position. The raised knees angled her ass upwards, making her holes easily accessible. The weights hung lewdly below her pussy. "Headmaster whipped me. Afterward he inserted himself in my . . . ass . . . and took his pleasure." Knowles whipped her back and ass a dozen times until her groans tapered off, and then held his cockhead at the entrance to her anus. When he did not enter her, she pushed back until her sphincter enclosed him, and then began pumping against him. He simply stood there, allowing her to do the work until they both climaxed as she pushed up and down on his entire length like a maddened machine. He flipped her over, sand coating the freshly whipped breasts. Her head hung over the far edge of the desk, a perfect angle for receiving his shiny cock. He slid it in and she cleaned him off, slurping noisily. He pulled out and moved back to her legs, positioning them so her vulva was at the edge of the desk, legs wide, feet braced on the two lower tables. With his belt, he whipped her directly on the cunt for a half dozen strokes until she came again, whereupon he jacked himself off with a few strokes until he sprayed a second load all over her mound. He grabbed his suspenders and adjusted the semi-conscious woman until the suspenders were fastened on her. As he cinched them tighter, the black fabric sank into her slit and ass cheeks, forcing his cum out of her rear channel, drenching the material until his spend oozed down to the floor. He slapped her black-belted mound until she groggily came to and, grabbing her sandy breasts, pulled her off the desk. "Stand up and put on your jewelry." She arose slowly, the pressure from the suspender hurting her. But she managed to clamp and weight her sand-covered breasts and pussy. "Now get dressed." She grimaced as she fastened the too-tight bra over her aching breasts. She felt even more degraded by the cum on her mound saturating and staining the skirt. "What happened next with the Headmaster?" he asked. "After a year of weekly sessions he ordered me to Mass and Confession with Father Hood, to correct myself for being so wanton. The Headmaster said he was good friends with the Father and would check to make sure I attended." "Did you obey?" "Of course," she said, remembering the Father fondly. "I'm also in close touch with the Father," the young headmaster said. "You are scheduled to meet with him again, but not immediately. For your next session, you'll be serving drinks and dinner to the executive board of the Academy at their annual, private meeting. As a board member, I will be attending and supervising you. This session completes your private payment with me, although I may call you back any time, as I see fit. Dismissed." "Thank you, Headmaster." He watched her shuffle in pain down the hall. He knew she was unaware of the drops of cum dripping from her mound and cunt to the floor, leaving a dotted trail behind her on the rich, gleaming floorboards. To come: Close encounters with Cecile, Lauren's harridan of a mother. Does she discover her daughter's true nature? Chapter Five — Close calls During the next few months, there were a couple of close calls with Cecile, the mother of Matt and Janice's next-door neighbor, Lauren. Two took place at Matt's house. One night, Matt had arrived home and immediately taken Lauren, speechless from a ball gag, into the den, shutting the door. A few minutes later the doorbell rang and there was Cecile, smoking a cigarette and looking annoyed. Janice was always startled at her beauty, and the fact that she looked like Lauren's older sister rather than her mother. Their lustrous light brunette hair was identical except that Cecile's was cut short, although not as short as Janice's. Faint sounds came from behind the den's heavy door, the sounds of a flogger – or crop or cane – striking bare flesh. "Does Matt know where she is?" Cecile asked, without preliminaries, in an impatient tone. Janice hated to lie. "I don't think Lauren's spoken to Matt since yesterday." This was true, since Lauren was usually wordless around Matt unless he asked her a question, or unless she had something special to say. Cecile cocked her head. "What are those noises?" she asked. Janice had to think fast, distracted by the sounds, which now included muffled screams. She wondered which area of the girl's body Matt was whipping. "That? Oh, that's just Matthew watching wrestling on TV." "Oh," the woman said. "All right." Without a "Thank you" or "goodbye," she went back to her house. Janice watched her fantastic body as she walked away. At 37, Cecile's figure was almost the same—and almost as great—as her daughter's. The second incident occurred one weekend evening. Janice had followed Matt's instructions, ordering Lauren to strip down to her stockings and heels and kneel in the front entranceway facing the double doors. Janice dutifully clamped the girl's plump pussy lips, fastened the clamps to cords and tied them off to brass eyelets embedded in the floor, used to hook open the double front doors.