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Society Girl

By: iraussieguy



"Matt speaking, can I help you?"

"Hello Matt, my name is Deanne, a girl friend of mine who knows you quite well told me about the services you provide and I wish to see you."

The voice was cultured, refined, definitely upper class and straight to the point.

"What services in particular are you interested in Deanne?"

"I've fantasized about spanking for many years, last night I had a bit too much to drink and told my friend of my needs. I was absolutely amazed when she informed me that she used to have the same desires until she found you. She visits you regularly and now is very content and stress free. I also have a need to be controlled which never gets met, I seem to be in charge all the time."

I was very interested. "Are you married Deanne?" I asked.

"Yes I am but it's a sham. We stay together for the kids. You don't have to worry about an angry husband, he's got another woman in a penthouse in town and doesn't give a fuck about me anymore. Can you come out to my home? I'm quite willing to pay you travel time, you'll be well rewarded if you're as good as my friend says you are."

We chatted some more and agreed that I would visit her home the following Friday. Deanne gave me directions as to where I would find her home and also where to park when I arrived so as to retain privacy.

The address was in a very exclusive area about an hour's drive. Deanne's directions were excellent and I soon found myself at the gates of what could only be described as a mansion, it oozed money and good taste. I pressed the button on the intercom and told the inquiring voice my name. There was no reply, the gates just swung open and I drove onto the long gravel driveway. Following the instructions I drove around to the rear of the house. There as Deanne had described was the indoor swimming pool separate to the house. I could see the pool had some rooms attached which I had been told were the gym, change rooms, showers and a guest bedroom. I took my bag from the trunk and let myself in through the glass door to the pool area.

Deanne rose from a couch beside the pool. Dressed in a toweling robe, she was a sight to behold. Very attractive face with a welcoming smile, short brown hair and from what I could see under the robe, a lovely figure.

"Welcome Matt, it's nice to meet you. I hope you didn't have any navigating problems." Deanne sounded calm and collected, not like a lady about to receive her first spanking from a stranger.

"No problems at all Deanne. Nice to met you too." I was looking forward to whatever the day was to bring. "I'm surprised that you don't seem nervous at all, most ladies are for their first spanking session."

"I must admit that my stomach has a few butterflies, so don't let the exterior fool you Matt. But from what my friend told me I can trust you completely so I guess I'm more excited than nervous. I just want to get on with it."

"That's fine with me Deanne. Will we do it here beside the pool?"

"No, come into the gym, its private and sound proof so it doesn't matter how much noise we make. The staff has been given the day off so we won't get interrupted."

Deanne led me into the gym, which was extremely well set up with every piece of gym equipment one could ever wish to use. We had spoken about a safe word on the phone so it was all stations go. There was a straight-backed chair in the middle of the open floor area and I took Deanne by the arm and led her over to the chair.

"Ready Deanne?" I asked. "Ready to give up control? Ready to be spanked?"

The excitement shone in her eyes. "Oh yes Matt, let's do it!"

I reached forward and untied the bow of the cloth belt holding the robe. I gasped as the robe fell open and then fell off her shoulders onto the floor. Deanne was wearing a mini bikini. It barely covered her lovely breasts and the bottom piece was also very small.

I sat on the chair. "Right Deanne, over my knees".

Deanne whimpered as she laid herself over my knees. The bikini bottom was a g-string and her beautiful white bottom cheeks were a spanker's dream. I rubbed my hands over the firm flesh, squeezing and pinching.

My left hand held Deanne steady as my right hand started to gently spank and warm her lovely arse. I started slowly, making sure I covered all the area of her arse and upper thighs. Her skin was very smooth and tight; Deanne had obviously spent quite a lot of time here in the gym and the pool.

As I spanked lightly I was surprised that there was no verbal reaction at all from Deanne. Usually when a lady is spanked for the first time there are quite a few "ooooohs" and "ahhhhs" but this time, apart from the quiet sound of the spanks, there was no noise at all.

"Can you do it any harder?" Deanne suddenly inquired. "This is doing nothing at all for me."

"I certainly can Deanne", I replied with a grin, "Most ladies like to be warmed up slowly, but if you want it harder, then harder it will be."

"Smack, smack, smack," My hand rose and fell rapidly, the spanks a lot harder now. Deanne's skin turned from white to pink in seemingly no time at all.

"Mmmmmmm, that's more like it," Deanne exclaimed as I spanked her hard, the sting on my hand telling me just how firmly I was striking her arse.

With hardly a pause I picked up my old fashioned wooden hairbrush and started to use it on Deanne's pink bottom. "Ah, ouch, oh yes that's more like it Matt," Deanne encouraged me on.

"Whack, whack, whack!" It was not long before her skin turned from pink to red and Deanne even wriggled a little on my lap. I was amazed how Deanne was taking her first spanking. I admired the way she took the hairbrush as I knew it delivered quite a sting.

After about twenty spanks with the hairbrush Deanne called out to me. "Please stop Matt, I need to talk this over with you."

"Stand up Deanne," I ordered as I stopped spanking and put down the hairbrush, "And tell me what's on your mind."

Deanne rose and looked at me with sparkling eyes. "When you started the spanks did nothing for me at all, but after the hard spanks and the hair brush I know I need more. Show me what you have in your bag Matt, what other things have you got that you can use on me?"

My reply was to rise and take the bag over to the massage table. I laid out some leather straps of different widths, a couple of cats of nine tails, a riding crop, nipple clamps, a butt plug, tube of lubricant, two vibrators, wrist and ankle cuffs, rope, a blindfold, a ball gag and lastly a thin, whippy cane.

Deanne stood beside me and looked down at the assorted items. Her bikini covered breasts rose and fell with her breathing and her face was slightly flushed.

"Matt, when you arrived I told you I wanted to be spanked and controlled. Well I've been spanked but it's not enough, I need to feel more pain. I don't know why and I don't care, I just have to know what all those items feel like. I want you to control me, be a bit rough if you want to, just no permanent marks, ok? God I can't believe I'm saying this stuff, but I know I want it and I hope that you are the man to do it."

I stood looking down at this feisty lady. She sure knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to tell me. My answer was to reach out and place a hand on each of her shoulders, firmly pushing her down onto her knees. I grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her head back so she was looking up at me.

"Alright Deanne, I'll give you what you want and more, just remember the safe word and no speaking unless I speak first, ok?

Deanne nodded her reply, her eyes shining with excitement.

I took two of the leather cuffs from the table and attached them to Deanne's wrists. Grabbing another handful of hair I hauled her to her feet and pulled her over to a side wall which was lined with climbing bars. Pushing her back against the bars I took two short lengths of cord from a pocket and secured the wrist cuffs to the bars. I reached down and slapped the inside of her thighs, spreading her legs wide apart. Deanne made no comment at all and no effort to resist as I stood in front of her and traced my fingertips lightly over her face.

"Well Ms society girl, it's time you were taught a lesson. All your life you have been calling the tune, giving the orders, and being in control. But now, its time for you to suffer a bit, to find out what it's like to lose complete control."

As I spoke my fingers moved down her smooth neck over her upper chest and traced circles around her heaving breasts. Deanne gasped as I suddenly I grasped the small piece of material and ripped it off letting her breasts fall free. They were beautiful, so firm and upstanding with her hard nipples standing out like small cocks. I took a nipple between a finger and thumb of each hand and squeezed tight. Deanne remained silent, apart from a quiet "ohhhhhhh" as I held firmly onto her teats for at least two minutes. She certainly had a high pain threshold, exactly how high I was to find out later, and she sighed as I released the nipples. I traced my fingers lower, over her flat tummy and hips, down the outside of the slim thighs and then back up the inside and over the damp bikini bottom.

Taking the elastic in my hands I surprised Deanne by suddenly pulling them up, right into her crack. The force made her stand up on tiptoe and a surprised cry of "oh my God" escaped from her lips.

"I thought I told you no speaking!" I said menacingly, raising my hand as if to slap her across the face. 

Deanne looked at me defiantly and said, "Go on, I dare you!"

My hand moved swiftly and hit the right side of her face, just hard enough to sting a little and give her a fright, but not hard enough to cause any damage. The look of shock on her face was only matched by the shock of the second blow, a backhander on the left side.

"Don't you ever dare me unless you want to suffer the consequences, you understand?'

Deanne nodded, a look of complete surprise on her face. I bet nobody had ever laid a hand on her before in her whole life and now she was in no position to do anything about it. But she remained silent, not using the safe word, which would have stopped everything. 

I returned my hands to the elastic of her pants and pulled forcefully up again, this time the material ripped and came away in my hands. Deanne opened her mouth as if to cry out so I quickly stuffed the wet bikini bottom into her mouth. A look of fear came into her eyes as she realized how vulnerable she was at that moment, nude, tied securely and unable to use the safe word. I reached into a pocket and took out a small "clicker" toy that I had brought from a toyshop. I had attached the clicker to a loop of elastic that I now slipped over her right hand. 

"This is your safe word to use while you are gagged Deanne, just click it if you want me to stop. Ok? Try it and see if it works."

Deanne nodded and tried the clicker, a look of relief on her face as I removed the gag.

"You want me to stop now Deanne?" I asked. "Remember you may speak when spoken to, but address me as Sir."

"Sir, you want me to call you Sir? You must be joking!" Deanne laughed at me, then cried out in shock as once again I slapped both sides of her face. There was a pause of about fifteen seconds as Deanne mulled over her situation. Then, "Oh shit, I'm sorry Sir, no please don't stop!"

"You are sure you want to continue?"

"Yes, um, Sir, I am so turned on right now, please make me cum!" Deanne pleaded.

My answer was to once again stuff the bikini bottom into her mouth. I walked over to the table and stood looking at my sexy captive, her eyes blazing at me as I kept her waiting. I selected a cat of nine tails that had very soft leather fronds. 

I flicked the tails over Deanne's breasts and across her thighs, tantalizing and teasing her, and grinning at her pleading eyes. Then I raised my arm and started to gently whip the front of her lovely body. I knew from past experience that if used properly, this cat had a sting to it but would not cause real pain. Using a crisscross pattern I started at her shoulders and slowly moved down across her heaving breasts, stomach and hips. I deliberately missed the groin area and whipped down the inside and outside of both legs to the floor. Deanne was moaning and groaning, whether from delight or anguish I was not certain but the clicker remained silent so I continued. Aiming with great care I whipped up the inside of her thighs alternating on each leg. When the tips of the cats finally caressed her pussy lips Deanne shuddered as the first orgasm shook her body. I stepped back and watched her body shaking against the horizontal bars and when she had calmed a little I removed the gag.

"Anything you wish to say?"

"Oh Sir, that was fantastic, I have never experienced a cum like that before. Please Sir, I want more!"

"Mmmmmm, you certainly have masochistic tendencies don't you slave Deanne? How can I refuse such a request?"

I raised the cat and slashed it twice across her breasts, quite harder than previously. Deanne screamed out loud at the shock but did not use the safe word. Taking deliberate aim I whipped her pussy lips quickly, three times without pause. 

"Aiiiiieeeee", Deanne screamed loudly as another giant orgasm shook her body, some tears rolling down her cheeks. Again I stepped back and watched her as her body thrashed against its bonds. When she had finally quieted I released the ropes from the bars and Deanne collapsed onto the floor.

I stood looking down at Deanne as she regained some composure waiting to see if she would break the silence first. She looked up at me, eyes shining and a huge grin on her face, obviously wanting to speak but determined not too.

"Very good Deanne, I can see you have things to say but you have remained silent, maybe you can be trained after all. You may speak."

"Oh Sir, that was absolutely amazing but why did you stop? I did not use the safe word or the clicker."

"Do you think this is the end of the session? It has only just begun, I have many new sensations for you to experience today, if you wish to go on of course."

"Oh shit do I ever Matt, I mean Sir." Deanne's words came tumbling out as of her own volition she moved and knelt at my feet. "That other equipment over there on the table, I want to know what they feel like. Oh God, I can't believe this is happening to me. I had hoped it would be good but I never expected to cum like that from being whipped. Please, please Sir, give me more!"

"Silence Deanna, you have spoken enough. To your feet now and stand facing the bars on the wall."

Deanne immediately rose and took up her position, holding her arms up for me to re-attach the ropes to the bars. She was certainly learning quickly about obedience, amazingly quickly in view of her upbringing when all she has ever known has been supplied at her commands.

I tied her wrists to the bars and spread her legs wide apart, this time using some more rope to attach her ankles as well.

"Now Deanne, I am going to whip your arse six times with each piece of equipment. Let me see, three straps, the crop, the hard leather cat and the cane. That will be thirty-six strokes altogether, I want you to count each stroke out loud, understand?"

A shudder of fear ran through her delightful body as Deanne nodded her head in agreement. She sure was a game girl, I had never had a first session like this before and I was interested to see how much she could take.

"Remember the safe word is 'mercy', use it if necessary." I reminded her.

Again Deanne nodded; I could almost hear her silent scream of 'get on with it'.

I selected the lightest leather strap and took up my position. Starting with light strokes again crisscrossing her arse it was not long before the first six strokes were complete. Apart from calling out the numbers from one to six Deanne had not made a sound.

A heavier strap came next, used with a bit more force.

"Ouch! Seven" Ahah, some reaction at last! The next five strokes were obviously felt by Deanne but again the only sounds were the numbers.

I selected the crop to make a change from a strap. Deanne could not see the change but soon realized as the crop 'whooshed' through the air to sting her now red arse.

"Owwwww, oh Sir, thirteen", she yelled. "Oh Christ that stings, fourteen, ahhhhh fifteen, Christ almighty, sixteen, ohhhhh Jesus, seventeen, fucking hell, eighteen."

"Talk to me Deanne, are you ok to continue? Was the crop too much for you?"

"Oh Sir, just a short rest please," Deanne panted, perspiration was glowing on her shoulders and back. "I was expecting the next strap and the crop took me by surprise. A pause then, "Yes, I want more, Sir."

I decided to give Deanne's arse a short rest and took up the heavy fronded cat of nine tails. Waiting until Deanne looked ready for more I slashed it fairly softly across her back. She arched but apart from calling the number remained silent as she did for the next five strokes, each of which varied in strength. There were red marks across the white skin on Deanne's back but apart from the sound of her heavy breathing she was silent.

So we had reached twenty-four strokes and the safe word had not been used, this was a lady full of surprises. I picked up the heavy strap and then held it up in front of Deanne's eyes; a low moan escaped her lips as she gazed at the thickness and width of the strap. This strap was a mean instrument and I stood back and flicked it against Deanne's arse to get my range. I knew from experience that I would not need to use much force for this strap to really hurt.

"Smack" - "Owwww, twenty five!"

"Whack" with a bit more force - "Ohhh God, twenty-six!"

"Thwack" with still more force on the bright red skin - "Ahhhhhhh, NO, -oh, oh twenty seven!

Deanne was now sobbing quietly, tears rolling down her cheeks but seemingly determined to take more.

"Whoosh - Smaaaack" - I knew that this stroke would really hurt - "Aiiiiiieeeeee, ohhhh FUCK, I can't take any more, MERCY SIR, MERCY!!"

I immediately dropped the strap, untied the ankle ropes and wrapped an arm around her to help with support as I removed the ropes holding her wrists. Deanne collapsed into my arms, sobs wracking her body, I wondered if I had gone too far? I helped her over to the massage table that I cleared with a wipe of an arm and laid her face down on the cool leather.

I grabbed some cold cream from my bag and gently smoothed it onto the hot skin of her arse cheeks. Deanne was still sobbing and I gave her a towel and some tissues. Slowly the cold cream eased the pain Deanne was feeling and her breathing gradually returned to something like normal.

Leaving Deanne lying on the massage table I explored the pool area and the attached rooms. I was glad to see that a laden picnic basket was on a side table in the guest bedroom, Deanne had planned well. From a refrigerator I took some ice cubes and returned silently to the gym. Deanne was still lying face down on the table but had a hand working busily between her legs.

"Stop that immediately!" I ordered, making Deanne jump with fright. "Did I give you permission to play with yourself?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Sir," Deanne stammered, "I just had to have some relief."

"You will get relief when I say so and not before, understand?"

"Yes Sir," Deanne said as she lay there, accepting her position and wondering what was to follow.

Using the wrist cuffs I quickly secured Deanne's wrists to the table legs and using more rope on her ankles I tied her legs wide apart. A shiver ran through her lovely body as I used an ice cube to further ease the heat of the punishment. A murmur of excitement escaped her lips as I placed an ice cube against the entrance to her anus and then slowly but firmly pushed the cube into her arse hole. Two more followed the first cube and then I took the narrow butt plug and eased it into the tight opening, pushing until it was fully in.


Society Girl Ch. 02



Author’s notes: 1. The characters portrayed in Society Girl 2 and all my stories are fictional and any resemblance to any real person is completely accidental and is not intended or implied. 2. If the reader has not read Society Girl part one I suggest they do before reading this story.

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I had instructed Deanne to knock and enter straight away so as she walked into my hallway I jumped out from behind the door and slipped a black hood over her head. She dropped the bag she was carrying and I held her tight as she screamed and struggled in fright. 

I kicked the door closed behind us and whispered “Remember the safe word,” through the cloth and she nodded, relaxing a little but still fighting against my grip. This lady was not used to being treated this way and her natural instinct to fight was coming to the fore. 

Somehow I managed to get her arms behind her and attach handcuffs to her wrists. Deanne realized that fight was now futile and she stood, her body shaking with fury and her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily behind the hood.

She swore at me as grabbed a handful of her hair and led her down the passageway to my dungeon. I laughed out loud at the unladylike language as I maneuvered her to the center of the room. I steadied her so she could get her balance and then I attached a leg-spreader to her ankles. Releasing one wrist from the cuffs I moved her arms in front of her and then attached leather wrist cuffs that I clipped together. Heard but unseen by Deanne I pulled a chain down from the ceiling and slipped the joined cuffs over the hook at the end. A noisy hand winch slowly raised her arms up above her head, my society girl was now completely at my mercy.

Only a few days ago Melissa was out shopping and I had answered the phone.

“Matt speaking, may I help you?”

“Hello Matt,” the husky, upper class voice was immediately familiar, “It’s Deanne here, do you remember me?”

“How could I ever forget my Society Girl?” I replied, “How are you Deanne, it’s been a while, I thought that maybe I wasn’t going to hear from you again.”

“Yes Matt, I have been going through a messy divorce that has taken up all of my time. Fortunately the lovely judge, he he, saw in my favor and I have the house and enough money to keep me happy for the rest of my life. I have often thought of your visit to my home and your promise to take care of me in your dungeon, and I want to make a time to come and see you, Sir.”

I smiled at the comment about the lovely judge and the use of ‘Sir’ at the end of her sentence. “I would love to see you again Deanne, do you want to book an hour, or longer?”

“Sir an hour would not be sufficient, I wish to be your slut for a full day at least. I badly need what you did to me when we last met, and more. I will pay you your full hourly rate for however long I stay, now when can you see me?"

I had the appointment book in front of me and duly made arrangements for her to attend to my address the following Friday and if her stay went into the weekend, I for one would not be complaining. We chatted for a little longer about some details of her proposed visit and after making sure she knew to bring a change of clothes, we ended the conversation.

I slipped the black hood off Deanne’s head and she shook her head to settle her hair into place. Her eyes were blazing at me with what looked like anger, but judging by the half smile I knew she was enjoying the situation.

“Fuck you don’t waste any time do you Matt?” Deanne spat at me then screamed as I slapped her face twice.

“Deanne you speak when spoken to, cut out the swearing and call me Sir, understand?”

“Y’yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir.” Deanne stammered, her face bright red.

“It seems that Ms society girl needs to be put back in her place again,” I said quietly as I moved to some drawers against a wall. 

Deanne’s eyes followed me and opened wide as I took out a sharp flick knife and walked back to stand in front of her. She gasped as I slid the knife under a button of her jacket and sliced it off.

“Don’t do that, it’s one of my favorite jackets!” Deanne yelled at me.

I ignored her and continued to cut the buttons off until the jacket fell open at the front. My hands went to her breasts, still covered by her blouse and bra and I squeezed tight causing a moan from Deanne. Then I slid the knife under her expensive jacket and proceeded to slice it into bits until it lay in small pieces on the floor. 

Deanne was furious, her face blood red with anger at my impertinence but she said nothing, knowing that protesting was futile. I clicked the knife shut and put it in my pocket, then grasped her blouse in both hands and ripped it off her body. Deanne gasped as another expensive piece of clothing was rendered useless, but she remained silent, her heaving breasts telling me of her anger and excitement.

I took the knife again, flicked it open and ran the back of the blade across her throat. Deanne froze at the touch of the cold steel, then breathed a sigh of relief as I slid the blade over her shoulder to cut her bra strap. The other shoulder strap soon followed and now only the strap around her back held the bra. I slid the blade down the valley between her breasts and a quick movement cut the material, allowing her breasts to fall free. I teased her nipples with the cold steel and watched them harden under the sudden change of temperature.

I reached around her, unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt which fell to the floor. Of course the leg spreader bar prevented Deanne from lifting her legs so once again the knife sliced through the expensive material. Without looking at her face I grasped the elastic of her panties and ripped them off, Deanne was now nude except for the garter belt and stockings.

Deanne’s breasts rose and fell with her breathing as I stepped back a couple of paces to look her over. To my surprise she had put on quite a bit of weight and was no longer the trim, hard muscle girl I had met just a few months ago.

“Hmmm you have not been using the pool or gym have you Deanne since I last saw you?”

“Yes Sir that’s correct, the divorce has been taking up too much time.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it Deanne,” I stated, “If you want to do exercise you will make the time, it’s not as if you don’t have the facilities. What you need is some discipline back in your life isn’t it?”

“Yes Sir,” Deanne nodded agreement.

I moved forward and slapped her breasts from side to side a few times before sinking my fingers into the soft flesh of each the mounds. I then bent lower and took the left teat into my mouth, sucking hard and nibbling my teeth on the nipple. Deanne’s moans were of pleasure as I took as much of the breast into my mouth as possible and bit hard, my teeth sinking into the skin. I stepped back and admired the red marks of my teeth circling her nipple, then I repeated the sucking and biting on the right breast.


Deanne’s eyes were blazing as I released the breast and stood straight in front of her.

“So Deanne, anything special you want to do today or will you just leave it up to me? I asked, “I do like to make my clients fantasies come true if I possibly can.”

“I’m in your hands Sir, just treat me as you did last time, I trust you and I need to submit,” Deanne replied in a steady voice as she looked around the room. “You certainly seen to have a well equipped dungeon to look after my needs. God I am so turned on, I nearly came when you bit my breasts. Treat me as you wish, Sir” 

My reply was to move behind Deanne and tie a black blindfold around her head totally covering her eyes. I was ready with a few surprises to give her the pain and pleasure she so desperately needed. Deanne gasped as her world turned black but remained silent, she certainly was overcoming any fears she had and was determined to obey. I unclipped her stockings from the garter belt, rolled them down her legs and then I dispensed with the garter belt.

From a wall rack I took two cats of nine tails and with one in each hand I took up position behind her. Starting with light strokes I commenced a systematic whipping of all her body.

“Ohhhhhh yessssss!” Deanne hissed as the first strokes fell across her arse cheeks. 

I moved my arms so that the leather lashes criss-crossed each other and there was virtually no time when her body was untouched. Pink marks began to appear on her arse, back, thighs and shoulders of the back of her body. I moved around in front of her and whipped her breasts, stomach and thighs. 

Deanne’s cries grew louder as I slowly increased the force of the strokes. I knew from our first meeting that she loved to be whipped and that she would use the safe word if the pain got too much for her.

I moved in slow circles around her body, systematically double whipping with the cats. The pink marks had turned to red and my nostrils twitched at the aroma of a very turned on lady.

The strength of my strokes were matched by the volume of Deanne’s moans and with a sudden scream her body tensed and then shuddered violently as she orgasmed. I dropped the cats on the floor and hugged Deanne, supporting her weight as her legs collapsed under her. When she had recovered enough to stand I quickly moved to the winch and loosened the chain, enabling me to take the hook from the wrist cuffs. I lowered Deanne’s arms, removed the leg spreader and the wrist cuffs and let her slump to the floor, her body still shaking from the orgasms. 

After a few minutes she looked up at me and smiled, “Oh Sir, you sure know what turns me on don’t you, I have needed that for so long, amazing, just amazing.”

I reached down and helped Deanne to stand again, albeit on wobbly legs. I assisted her over to the massage table and laid her down on her back. The cool leather eased the heat of the whipping and she soon relaxed, eager to move on to the next experience. Her eyes never left me as I took four lengths of rope and secured her wrists and ankles to the legs of the table, slipping the stockings off so she was now nude. The rise and fall of her breasts gave away her excitement as I placed a small cushion under her head. Deanne watched as I moved around the room lighting candles and then turning the lights down low. A low moan escaped her lips as I moved beside her, a burning candle in my hand.

I held the candle over her breasts and then tilted it so a few drops of wax fell on her right breast. Deanne’s body arched as the heat from the wax burnt her skin but she stayed silent as further droplets fell. Drip by drip the wax hit and slid down the slopes of her heaving breast. Deanne gave a few yelps as the first drops of wax hit her nipple, then moaned in pleasure as her gleaming eyes watched the drops gradually cover the nipple. I moved my hand so that her left breast received the same treatment, once again amazed by the amount of pain this sexy lady could accept. I continued dripping wax down over her tummy, skirted her hairy pussy and dripped more wax down the inside of her thighs. She was twisting around on the table within the confines of the ropes as the hot wax continued to drop onto her white skin. 

Suddenly Deanne screamed loudly, “Enough Sir, mercy please, mercy!”

I immediately snuffed out the candle and grabbed a flannel cloth from a jug of ice water. The icy cold cloth eased the pain of the small burns enabling Deanne to relax back onto the table.

“Are you ok?” I asked anxiously.

“Yes thank you Sir,” Deanne panted. “The pain on my thighs was just so intense, thank you for stopping so quickly. I’m sorry I had to use the safe word.”

“Never apologize for the proper use of the safe word Deanne,” I replied as I continued to cool her skin. “The safe word is there to protect you, though I must admit I was surprised when you used it.”

“Well there is a first time for everything I guess Sir,” Deanne said with a grimace as I peeled a lump of wax from a nipple.

I released Deanne’s wrists and ankles and helped her to sit up with her legs hanging over the edge of the table. She remained quiet as I passed a glass of water from which she gratefully drank. I could almost hear her brain ticking over as she looked around my dungeon at the various pieces of equipment. 

“I guess you are wondering what’s next?” I asked.

“Yes Sir, I am.” Deanne replied, short and too the point.

“To tell the truth Deanne, I don’t know, the dice will decide.”

“The dice? What do you mean?” The uncertainty of Deanne’s voice showed her concern.

“Back in the 1970’s there was a best seller written by Luke Rheinhardt called The Diceman,” I replied. “It was about a man who was totally bored with his life so his day was decided by a roll of a dice. Six choices, and he always followed the instructions of the number that he threw.” 

I took Deanne’s arm, helped her off the table and led her over to the gynecologist’s chair. “Sit here and I will explain more.”

I lifted Deanne’s legs into the stirrups and strapped them into place, then securing her wrists to the arms of the chair.

“I am going to give you six numbered alternatives and then I will throw a dice. Whichever number I throw, that is what will happen to you next. You will approve of the six alternatives before the dice is thrown and after that you have no say, understand Deanne?”

Deanne bit her lip and looked at me warily, “Um, yes, I understand, but what are the six alternatives?’

I walked over to a shelf and took down a clipboard with a typed list attached. I placed the board on a chair so Deanne could read the alternatives, turned and left the room. 

The closed circuit television in the living room enabled me to watch Deanne while she read and thought about the alternatives on the list. I made myself a cup of tea and left her alone for nearly thirty minutes.

When I returned to the studio Deanne gave me a ‘why did you leave me for so damn long?’ glare but remained silent.

“Ok Deanne feel free to talk,” I said, “What are your thoughts?”

“Well, Sir, number one, shaved, that’s fine by me, I have let my pussy hair grow too long. Number two, golden showers, ugh, well I guess I shouldn’t knock it until I’ve tried it. Number four, clothespins, well I suppose I know what you would do with them, so they are ok too.” Deanne looked over at the cage and continued. “Number five, three hours in the cage! Shit it looks awfully small and uncomfortable but if you say so I’ll do it. Can you explain more about number three and number six please Sir?”

“Sure Deanne, no problem.” I smiled inwardly but kept a straight face. “Number three, lesbian. I have a bisexual lady friend who you will introduce you to the pleasures of sapphic love. No pain, just lots of fun. Number six, sensory deprivation. I use earplugs and headphones with music together with a blindfold to stop you hearing or seeing. Then you have to put your complete trust on me for the next hour or so.”

Deanne thought for a short time, gave a wry smile and said, “Well I did have a fling with a fellow cheerleader while I was at college so I think that number three would be fun. As for number six, well I did contact you originally to give up control and just submit. What you have done so far in our two meetings has been the most exciting time of my life. So go for it Sir, roll the fucking dice, I’ll take my chances!”

“Very good Deanne, a very courageous decision,” I said as I took a dice out of my pocket, holding it up so she could see the different numbers on each side. “These rolls don’t count Deanne, I just want you too see that the dice is legal and not weighted in any way. 

I threw the dice eight times onto the massage table with different numbers coming nearly every time.

“Ready Deanne?” I asked, “The next throw decides what happens to you immediately it stops.”

Deanne nodded, her eyes focused on my hand. I held my hand in the fashion of a gambler at a casino, stopped for half a minute to increase the suspense, then threw it onto the table.

“Number one,” Deanne cried with some relief in her voice, “Shaving.”

I moved to the door of the dungeon and opened it and said, “Come in now, your expertise is required.”

My subbie entered, completely nude and carrying a tray with shaving equipment.

“Melissa! I hardly recognized you with that short haircut!” Deanne screamed loudly in surprise, “What are you doing here?”

Melissa looked at me and I nodded my permission for her to speak. 

“Hi Deanne, I am Master’s personal slave these days. I was a novice subbie when I told you about Him and His services before He visited you at your home.” Melissa smiled and continued. “And Deanne, I am happier and more fulfilled than I have ever been before in my life, now let me shave all this hair off.”

For once in her life Deanne was lost for words and watched as Melissa knelt down with the shaving equipment. Melissa carefully trimmed back Deanne’s pubic hair with small scissors as Deanne watched, amazed at the surprise appearance of her old friend. Shaving cream was brushed into the stubble and Melissa carefully shaved all the hair from Deanne’s pussy. I smiled to myself as I noticed that the bottle of after-shave lotion was missing from the tray. Melissa wiped the excess foam from Deanne’s crotch and looked enquiringly at me. I nodded my permission once again and braced myself for Deanne’s reaction.

Melissa took a larger pair of scissors and moved around behind Deanne. Without warning she started to cut large hunks off Deanne’s long locks.

“Stop! What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Deanne screamed, twisting her head from side to side and fighting against the straps holding her in the chair. “Don’t cut my hair!”

I moved quickly in front of Deanne and held her head still with both my hands. “Deanne stop that now! You agreed to accept the roll of the dice. I rolled number one, shaving. You said go ahead, so that’s what we are going to do.”

“Nooooooo! I thought you just meant my cunt hairs,” Deanne screamed again.

“You assumed that Deanne, you did not ask, continue Melissa.”

“Don’t you fucking dare Matt, don’t you dare cut my hair off,” Deanne said with some venom.

As when I first met her I noted the dare and no use of the safe word so I continued to hold Deanne’s head still while Melissa once again got busy with the scissors. Long lengths of Deanne’s hair fell to the floor and soon she slumped sobbing down into the chair and I was able to let go of her head. Melissa’s few days of training with Mary the hairdresser had really paid off and soon she was ready to use the electric hair clippers.

As Deanne sobbed at the loss of her lovely hair, Melissa again looked at me asking for permission to speak and I nodded.

“Deanne, you look so sexy with your hair short. Master has given me permission to give you an option. I can trim your hair short like Sinead O’Connor the Irish singer or I can cut it right back and shave you bald.” Melissa was enjoying herself. “Either way will look great, and think of the different wigs you can use. I have a wig for you to wear if you want when you leave.”

There was silence as Deanne sat sniffing and thinking about what Melissa had just said. 

“Well fuck it Melissa and Matt, sorry Matt Sir,” Deanne actually giggled and sat up straight again, “I came here to be controlled and I must confess I am so wet right now. In for a penny, in for a pound, do whatever you like Melissa.”

Melissa grinned at me as she switched on the electric clippers. With long strokes starting at Deanne’s forehead and going back over her head, Melissa trimmed the short hair back until it was stubble. After brushing foam all over the remaining hair Melissa carefully shaved Deanne’s head until she was completely bald. After the excess foam was wiped off Melissa massaged some baby oil into Deanne’s scalp. I was amazed at how easily Deanne had accepted losing her hair and I agreed with Melissa, the bald look suited Deanne and was very sexy.




Society Girl Ch. 02



Melissa held a mirror in front of Deanne who gasped loudly when she saw herself.

“Oh my God, look at me!” Deanne cried. “Nobody will recognize me like this, oh fuck, what a change.” Deanne looked at me and grinned, “You notice I didn’t use the safe word, Sir.”

“Oh yes I noticed that Deanne,” I replied, “I almost reminded you of the safe word, but when you dared us to continue, I knew you would end up like you are now, still horny Deanne?”

“Oh yes Sir, I’m dripping, please would you…….?”

I caught Melissa’s gaze and nodded to her again. She smiled her thanks and once again knelt between Deanne’s wide open legs, licking and kissing her way slowly up the inside of the thighs.

“Oh God, Melissa!” Deanne moaned as Melissa’s tongue flicked and teased her newly shaved labia.

I heard Melissa giggle as her now practiced tongue began to play in the folds of Deanne’s pussy. Melissa’s fingers soon replaced her tongue pushing and twisting their way deeper into the wetness as her thumb rubbed the clit. Melissa stood higher and began to suck on Deanne’s nipples as her fingers moved quicker and quicker, fucking Deanne into another orgasm.

Melissa allowed Deanne a short rest to regain her breath before releasing her wrists and ankles and hauling her off the chair. Melissa quickly took Deanne’s place, raising her own legs into the stirrups so her shaven pussy was now available to Deanne.

Deanne moaned as Melissa pointed to her groin area with a silent instruction to ‘get busy’. Deanne glanced at me and I nodded, enjoying the show my two subbies were giving me. Deanne sighed loudly and knelt on the floor with her bald pate a short distance from Melissa’s pussy. 

“Eat me Deanne,” Melissa ordered as she reached forward and pulled her friend’s mouth forward onto her pussy. It did not take long before Deanne was licking, sucking and probing Melissa with her tongue as if she had been doing it for years. My subbie was moaning loudly and suddenly she orgasmed with her back arching off the chair. Deanne licked and sucked the love juices before rising to her feet and planting a long, sexy kiss directly on Melissa’s mouth.

Melissa clambered out of the gyno chair and gave Deanne a hug and another kiss, “Well done Deanne, I can see we will have to spend more time together.”

I interrupted the girls by picking up the dice again and throwing it onto the table.

“Number two, golden showers, this is good timing, I need a piss and then we can have some lunch.”

Melissa was soon leading a slightly worried looking Deanne by a hand to the bathroom.

“Lie down in the bath Deanne, with your head at the plug end.” I instructed.

“Sir, ummmm I don’t have to take any in my mouth do I?” Deanne asked hesitantly as she stepped into the bath.

“No Deanne you do not. Some people like to but that is up to them. I am not into anything that could cause ill health. Now, come on, lie down, I’m ready and I hope Melissa is too,”

“Melissa too?” Deanne almost screamed as she lay down, “Oh my god, what next?”

Melissa grinned at me as I assisted her into the bath to stand facing Deanne with her feet either side of our society girl’s thighs. I stood as close to the side of the bath as I could, unzipped and pulled my cock from my pants. Melissa spread her labia apart and nodded that she was ready. 

Deanne moaned loudly as the two streams of yellow spray splashed down onto her. Melissa’s pee hit Deanne’s tummy and pussy while I aimed for her breasts and chest. I was surprised as Deanne used her hands to rub the urine over herself; there was no doubt that she loved to get into what ever was happening. Of course the shower was soon over and Melissa held out a hand to help Deanne to her feet.

“You two shower and clean up, I want lunch within thirty minutes Melissa.” I said as I threw a bath mat on the floor, then turning and leaving the bathroom.

Two voices said “Yes Sir” in unison as I closed the door behind me. I stopped and listened to the shower being turned on and lots of girlish giggles as they washed each other. I grinned to myself, nothing like a couple of happy subbies I thought as I went to the living room to read the paper and relax.

The two almost completely bald girls soon ran from the bathroom to the kitchen and completed preparation of the lunch. I knew that Melissa had pre-prepared some food and it wasn’t long before I was called into the eating area. I sat and Melissa and Deanne served my lunch and then both knelt on the floor at my feet, their heads bowed. Melissa must have worded Deanne up well as they sat silently and waited permission to eat.

“Well done you two,” I said after about five minutes, “Get your lunch and sit at the table with me, free talk time too.”

“Oh thank you Sir,” Deanne said as the two of them rose and collected their meals. “I am starving after all that happened this morning. So Melissa tell me, how in the hell did you end up leaving work and coming to stay with Matt, er Sir?”

Melissa looked at me, I nodded my approval and while we ate Melissa told of her first spanking with me and how it, and a second visit had changed her life. She spoke of the growth and love of her submissive side and how I was training her in the art of domination. Deanne listened intently, her eyes wide with amazement when Melissa told of the test she had recently undergone at the Holiday Inn.

“Wow, that is an amazing story Melissa,” Deanne said as they started to clear the table, “I can tell how happy you are, so contented, not stressed like you used to be all the time, congratulations to both of you.”

“Thank you Deanne,” I interrupted as I rose to my feet, “Alright, clean up here and then both of you back to the dungeon, the dice is ready to roll again.”

“Yes Sir.” Both answered in unison as I left the room.

I returned to the dungeon and made some quick preparations for the afternoon. Melissa and Deanne soon returned from the kitchen, Melissa smiling and excited, Deanne looking a little wary of what would happen next.

I handed the dice to Deanne, “You can throw it Deanne, you need a four, five or a six.”

Deanne gulped as she took the dice in her hand, shook it a couple of times and then rolled it onto the massage table.

“Three,” I called out, “Another try Deanne.”

Deanne rolled the dice again, “Shit it’s a five,” She said, “The fucking cage for three hours.”

“Make it three and a half hours after that foul language.” I said as I grabbed Deanne by the arm and pulled her over to the cage, “Or perhaps leave it at three and we will wash your mouth out with soap and water?”

“I’m sorry Sir,” Deanne spluttered as I pushed her down onto her hands and knees, “Please not soap and water.”

“Right three and a half it is,” I said firmly as I opened the cage door, “Come on Deanne, crawl in backwards and no talking. Melissa that includes you too.”

Deanne sighed loudly as she backed herself into the cage and jumped as I let the wire door clang shut in front of her face. Melissa brought a dog’s bowl of clean water and pushed it in for Deanne, then I locked the door.

I placed a chair sideways to the cage and sat down in front where Deanne could see me if she raised her head into an uncomfortable position. Melissa knelt on the floor beside my chair and we sat silently watching Deanne in the cage. I sat stroking and kneading my subbie’s neck and shoulders as the tension slowly built in the room. I knew Deanne hated to be quiet and with us watching her the need for speech would be even greater. After about fifteen minutes I tapped Melissa on a shoulder and she looked up at me. My subbie’s eyes lit up when she saw I was pointing at my groin and she licked her lips in anticipation.

Melissa moved quickly to take up position on her knees between my legs. I lifted my hips to allow her to pull my pants down with my underwear. She looked up into my eyes and smiled. I know how much she loves to please me, how much she loves to pleasure me with her mouth. I felt Melissa take my cock in her hand and gently kiss the tip, her tongue softly pressing through her lips and touching the slit at the end of my cock. I let out a soft moan and relaxed in her hands. She moved one hand under and cupped my balls, gently squeezing and kneading, her lips still softly kissing the head of my hardening cock. She took the tip into her mouth and let her tongue slide under the head, closing her eyes and sucking gently, slowly increasing the pressure. I let out a moan and moved my hands to her hair as I looked over to the cage at Deanne straining to watch every move. Melissa took her mouth off my cock, moved up to gently kiss my lower stomach and then down to kiss the base of my dick. She took my now hard cock in her hand and started to lick with her entire tongue, all the way from the base. Slowly my subbie licked every inch and I felt her tongue press on the underside of my cock, paying attention to every sensitive area. I watched her, my hands gently on her head, feeling her tongue, soft and warm on my cock. 

Melissa moved down to my scrotum, pushing my cock up towards my stomach and her attention to my balls. Her tongue licked every inch, changing the pressure by gently using her entire tongue then pressing harder with the tip. I gripped her head firmly knowing how much my subbie enjoys the control of my hands in her hair. I felt her start to kiss my balls, softly with her lips then sucking gently and quickly on small sections. I gripped her head harder, letting my lovely cocksucker know silently what I wanted while I looked over at Deanne. I felt Melissa instantly take one of my testicles in her mouth and begin to suck as she moved her hand up to my cock, stroking gently. She began to suck harder and I could feel her moaning softly with my ball stuffed in her mouth. I moaned and rubbed her hair with my hands while controlling her head. She changed the pressure from sucking hard then lightly then back to harder, teasing me a bit but knowing how much I love my balls in her mouth. 

Melissa took her mouth off my scrotum and looked into my eyes, smiled and then took the head of my cock in her mouth, quickly sucking hard. I let out a loud moan as Melissa’s tongue slipped under my cock and I felt her mouth start to move down my hard shaft. I could feel her moaning constantly now as my subbie started to take my cock deeper into her mouth. My cock pressed against the back of her throat as I pressed my hands on the back of her head. I felt her moan, as she closed her eyes and relaxed. Then my cock slid down into her throat, as she looked up into my eyes and let out a low, deep moan. She started to slide her head up and down, feeling my cock deep in the back of her throat. My hands gripped her hair as I felt my orgasm building. I could feel Melissa moaning, almost humming, sucking harder now on my dick. She looked up at me, I could see the appreciation in her eyes, the obedience and the adoration as she focused back on my cock and took me deep. I felt her hand move back to my balls, gently squeezing again. I was ready to cum as I gripped her head tightly in both my hands, bucking my hips and shoving my cock hard down my subbies throat. I orgasmed hard in her mouth and she moaned as she moved both of her hands to my legs and gripped tightly. Her throat contracted as she swallowed everything, milking me dry. 

I looked over at the cage for a moment, seeing Deanne watching us, wide-eyed and breathing hard. I loosened my grip on Melissa and stroked her head gently as she continued to suck my cock, much more gently now. My subbie looked up at me, taking my cock from her mouth and kissing the tip. Her tongue then slid up and down my shaft, like before but with a different purpose. She cleaned my cock with sensuous kisses, licking every inch, kissing the tip every so often. I watched her as she moved her head down to my balls, licking every inch again. Melissa took my cock in hand, moved her head up, kissed the tip and sat back on her knees, her butt on her heels, hands at her side, looking at me, waiting for my next instructions.

“Absolutely excellence as usual Melissa,” I said, smiling down at my radiant subbie.

“Thank you Sir, it’s always a pleasure.”

I stood and Melissa pulled my pants back up and fastened the belt. I held out my hand to Melissa, helping her to her feet and leading her from the dungeon. Together we went to the living room where we could keep an eye on Deanne with the closed circuit television. I could see that Melissa was itching to talk about Deanne but she remained quiet, sitting at my feet as we silently rested.

Deanne had been in the cage for an hour when I surprised Melissa by taking her back to the dungeon.

As we walked in I said, “You can come out Deanne, I think you have the idea of what time in the cage means by now. If you behave yourself for the rest of the day I’ll suspend the remaining time for good behavior.”

Deanne gave me a “smart bastard” look as she crawled stiffly from the cage but she remained silent. Melissa assisted Deanne to her feet and led her over to the massage table. Deanne laid flat and had her stiff muscles stretched and massaged by Melissa. When I was satisfied that she was loose enough I walked over, throwing and catching the dice in one hand.

I smiled and said, “Ok Deanne you need a four for clothespins or a six for sensory deprivation to decide your next test. Both of you may speak now if you wish.”

Deanne took a deep breath, then said sarcastically “A four or a six, wow I can hardly wait to find out what happens next. Goody, goody gumdrops, Sir.”

I heard Melissa wince because she knew from past experience that I would not stand for smart talk like that.

“Right, that’s enough of the smart sarcasm, you don’t get to decide.” I said firmly, pushing Deanne back down on the table and holding her tightly. “Melissa, secure Deanne’s wrists and ankles again, then get the equipment for the sensory deprivation. It’s time Ms society girl was brought down a peg or two once again.”

Deanne fought weakly against my firm grip and looked furiously at me. “What if I use the safe word?” she spat at me.

“Then we release you and you go home Deanne, is that what you really want? Think about it before you answer.”

Deanne bit her bottom lip, still fighting against my hold. I let go and stood looking down at her. Her breasts were rising and falling as she sucked in air but she stayed on the table. Slowly she relaxed and sank back onto the table, giving her answer to me by moving her arms and legs into position to be secured.

Melissa unsuccessfully tried to hide a small smile as she quickly fastened Deanne’s wrists and ankles back in place once again. Deanne moaned as I slipped a black blindfold over her eyes and a tremor ran through her body as headphones were placed over her ears by Melissa. 

“That’s about right Mistress Melissa,” I said as I watched the noise meter as my subbie adjusted the volume of the music to the headphones.

“Mistress Melissa!” Oh thank you Sir,” She said with a broad smile.

“You are doing well my pet, now let’s see how much fun we can have with your old friend.” I replied, “Why don’t you try the feathers first?”

Melissa grinned, grabbed the feathers and started running the tips up and down Deanne’s smooth skin. Deanne gritted her teeth and tried not to giggle as Melissa teased her mercilessly. Melissa watched as I picked up two thin strands of leather and held them over Deanne’s breasts.

“Yikes!!!! That stings!!” Deanne screamed as I whipped the leather strands over her breasts. I continued this treatment, leaving thin red lines across the white skin as I motioned to Melissa to go to the small refrigerator. 

Melissa went to the freezer and pulled out an old favorite of mine and hers, the frozen condom. She always kept a good supply of the dildos that were frozen after tying a knot in the end of the water filled condom.

I kept whipping Deanne’s breasts and inner thighs as her pussy lips were spread by Melissa who then teased the clitoris with the tip of the hard ice. Deanne’s body jerked and she screamed loudly as Melissa suddenly rammed the ice-cold dick into the depths of our captive’s cunt.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh God Matt, oh shit what’s that?” Deanne yelled. “Fuck it’s so cold!”

I nodded approval to Melissa who started to fuck her old friend with the frozen dildo. Deanne continued to moan and scream obscenities as my very happy subbie continued to assist me. Slowly the ice was melted by Deanne’s body heat and the water sloshed around in the dildo as Melissa stopped and left it in Deanne’s pussy.

Suddenly Deanne’s body arched against the securing ties as she orgasmed for the first time that afternoon. Melissa grabbed a small vibrator that had been pre-lubed and eased it into Deanne’s arse hole. The quiet buzz of the vibrator added to Deanne’s moans as Melissa gently fucked her friend’s anus. I was pleased to see Melissa bend her head down onto Deanne’s pussy and start to tease the clit with the tip of her tongue. 

“Yeeeessssssssssss!” Once again Deanne’s body shook with pleasure as she screamed out with lust.

Melissa looked at me for guidance and I passed her a large vibrator to replace the now liquid condom in Deanne’s vagina. Deanne moaned as Melissa slowly and carefully withdrew the sticky dildo.

“Sir, I think this needs cleaning don’t you?” Melissa asked.

“Great idea Mistress, put it in her mouth.” I replied with a laugh. Melissa was really getting into the swing of things now and obviously enjoying her new power.

Deanne spluttered as Melissa lay the floppy, sticky water filled condom onto her mouth. Deanne shook her head from side to side trying to avoid the unusual taste so Melissa quickly slapped her face a couple of times.

“Fuck, don’t you slap me Melissa, mmmmmfffgghhhh,” Deanne’s little outburst was soon silenced as Melissa forced the sloppy dildo into her mouth. Unfortunately Deanne bit too hard and tore a hole in the condom so she was soon choking with a mouthful of cold water. Melissa laughed as she threw the condom away and helped the spluttering Deanne regain her breath. 

I applied a little lube to the large vibrator and started to ease it slowly into Deanne’s vagina. It was a very tight fit and soon had Deanne’s full attention as I switched it on to low vibrations. She was moaning loudly from the sensations in her pussy and yelped as Melissa bent over and started to bite Deanne’s nipples. When the large vibrator had completely filled Deanne’s pussy I gradually increased the revolutions and she soon shook with another orgasm. I pulled Melissa away from Deanne and we stood arm in arm watching our moaning captive quiver with pleasure. 

I kissed Melissa and said, “Do you think Deanne would like to visit the Club for dinner tonight with us? I think she would be a sensation with her shaven head.”

“Oh Master that would be wonderful. I wonder if she would obey you in public like she does most of the time in private?” Melissa laughed a she kissed me again. 

“Well we will see my subbie, or should that be Mistress Melissa?” I replied with a laugh.

“Sir, I will always be your subbie, no matter what happens in the future,” Melissa said as she dropped to her knees and kissed my boots.

Melissa winced as I grabbed an ear and pulled her back to her feet. “Thank you my subbie, you are very special to me. I think it’s time for Deanne to come back to reality for a while, don’t you?”

Melissa smiled and nodded at me, moving to remove the two vibrators from Deanne. I started to release the wrist and ankle ropes while Melissa slipped off the headphones and blindfold. Small tremors of pleasure continued to run through Deanne’s body as Melissa wiped her down with a towel. Deanne lay on the table, looking daggers at me and panting to regain her breath.

I nodded at her, “You can speak if you want to Deanne.”




Society Girl Ch. 02



“Fuck, I don’t know what to say,” Deanne said with a wry smile. “I’ve never been through anything like that before. It was scary, frightening at times really. But those cums, oh wow, fucking amazing. Please can I have a rest before my last test?”

“Of course Deanne, time to rest and clean up. Melissa will help you to the bathroom and she will get you a drink too. You will be a bit dehydrated after perspiring so much on the table. Back here in thirty minutes girls. Melissa I want Deanne secured back in the gyno chair when I get here.”

I turned and left the room, moving to my little office to phone The Club to make reservations for the evening. I could hear the girls chattering and laughing and thought that both of them would probably not be quite so happy if they knew what I had in mind for our next little session.

Exactly thirty minutes later I walked into the dungeon to find Deanne in the chair but not secured. Melissa glanced at me with a worried expression, as she knew of my penchant for punctuality.

“Not good enough Melissa, and you know why.”

“I’m sorry Sir,” Melissa whispered as she hurried to secure the straps holding Deanne to the chair.

“It was my fault,” Deanne butted in.

“Shut up both of you, I don’t want any schoolgirl bullshit. Melissa get me my favorite cane and bend over the table.”

Melissa hurried to fetch the cane and without question took up her required position. Her beautiful arse cheeks shone as I tapped the end of the cane against them. I knew I could easily cane Melissa to an orgasm but that was not my intent. I glanced at Deanne who was watching intently, she had felt the cane but had never before watched it being administered.

Six times the cane swished through the air leaving criss cross red marks on Melissa’s flesh. She received the punishment with hardly a murmur but when I told her to stand she was biting her lip and a couple of tears rolled down her cheeks. She stood straight, eyed downcast to the floor, knowing that she had done wrong in front of company. I gave her the cane to be put back on the pegs and moved over to a chest of drawers. From the top drawer I took six clothes pins and some strong thin cord.

Standing in front of an apprehensive looking Deanne I held up the pins and cord. I motioned to Melissa to come and stand and assist me. Close inspection of the cord revealed two identical lengths of about three feet. I had attached three clothespins side by side at the end of each length of cord.

“Right Deanne and Melissa watch carefully. I am using you as a guinea pig Deanne. I have never done this before but I saw it on a BDSM video a few nights ago at Master David’s and the effect at the end was sensational.” I knelt down in front of Deanne’s shaven pussy with the clothespins in a hand while handing Melissa the free ends of the two cords. “Hold these up Melissa.”

“Yes Master.” Melissa, ever alert after the punishment, promptly took hold of the cords.

My fingers played with Deanne’s pussy playing particular attention to the labia. I pulled the left labia free and attached three clothespins to the pink flesh. Deanne moaned as each clothespin settled into place, her eyes wide as she began to understand what I was doing. Melissa held that piece of cord aside as I attached the remaining three clothespins to Deanne’s right labia. I stood and Ms Society Girl gasped with the pain the clothespins were causing as Melissa handed me the cords. I wrapped the free ends of the cords around my right hand and took up the slack. The twin lengths of cord were now tight between the clothespins and my hand.

I heard Melissa whisper “oh shit” as Deanne moaned loudly, both girls fully aware of what was to happen next.

“Ready Deanne? I asked.

“Oh my god, yes Sir,” Deanne stuttered as a shiver went through her body.

I stood motionless, slowly counting to thirty under my breath, building the tension as Deanne braced herself for the coming shock. 

“Aiiiieeeeeee!” Deanne screamed as I suddenly jerked my hand back and the clothespins were yanked from her labia.

Deanne’s body arched against her bonds as an intense orgasm suddenly swept through her body. She fell back into the chair moaning and gasping for breath as multiple orgasms continued to shake her sweating torso. Her hard-nippled breasts heaved as she sucked in air and beads of perspiration fell from her brow.

“Oohhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkk,” Deanne moaned as she continued to feel sharp little orgasms.

I looked at Melissa who was watching with wide eyes. “Don’t put these away, I will try them on you tomorrow,” I said as I handed the cords and pins to her.

“Yes Sir, ohhhhhh that will be wonderful,” She replied with a bright smile.

“Right Melissa, release Deanne and both of you report to the living room within ten minutes.”

“Yes Sir,” they replied in unison as I turned and strode from the room.

Naturally the two girls were kneeling, eyes to the floor at my feet within the allotted time.

“Eyes up Melissa and Deanne. Free talk time, how do you feel Deanne?”

Deanne looked at me and smiled, “Well Sir, my head is still spinning after that last effort of yours. That was the most powerful orgasm I have ever had, just amazing. It’s been a wonderful day, but it will take some time for me to come to grips with all that has happened.”

“Well just relax and let it sink in Deanne,” I replied. “It has been a very intense and emotional day for you, but one I think you will look back on with pleasure. Melissa, any comments?”

“Master it was a pleasure to assist you today and you were right to punish me. I had a great time playing Mistress but I know I still have many things to learn.”

“Melissa you will never stop learning about the lifestyle, as I constantly learn more things about different people.” I caught myself and continued, “But now is not the time for a lecture. It’s just after five o’clock, go and rest and get ready to go out for dinner at six thirty. I want you both in thongs with short skirts, tight tops and no bras, and no wig for you tonight Deanne.”

“No wig?” Deanne, “You want me to go out for dinner bald headed? No way Matt, no fucking way.”

I jumped up from my chair, grabbed Deanne and pushed her face down over the arm of the chair.

“Melissa get me a crop, quickly! Deanne you will learn not to speak to me like that. I am a reasonable and caring man but I will not take crap talk like that from you.”

Melissa placed a crop in my hand and I brought it down hard across Deanne’s arse.

“Yaaaaaah, oh no more please!”

“Crack, crack, crack, crack!” Four red marks formed across the white skin.

“Owwwwwwwww, please Sir no more, I apologize, I’m sorry, so sorry,” Deanne sobbed.

I pulled Deanne to her feet and held her by the shoulders, “Right Deanne, no wig, understand?”

Deanne nodded her agreement and I gave her a hug, signaling Melissa to join us. As we stood in a group hug I said, “Ok girls, the rest of the night will be fun, off you go and get ready, see you here at six thirty sharp, or else!”

The girls giggled and Melissa led Deanne off to her room to do all the girl things necessary for a dinner night out. I went and had a quick shower, unusually washing myself, and changed into my leather slacks and black shirt. Then I went out into the back yard and collected a couple of items that I hoped would be useful later that night.

I relaxed in the living room with a VB and was not surprised when the girls came back five minutes early.

“Wow girls, you both look stunning,” I said as I rose to my feet. I kissed Melissa and she blushed, then I kissed Deanne and said, “The bald look looks great Deanne, you will be the envy of many and nobody will recognize you, I will call you DD tonight, ok, lets go girls.”

With a sexy subbie on each of my arms we walked the short distance to The Club. From the outside it looked fairly nondescript and John the large doorman made sure that any unsuitable patrons were not admitted. He grinned in recognition while his eyes swept over my two lovely companions.

As we entered into the softly lit interior of the club I heard Deanne gasp quietly ‘oh my god’ as she saw the stage with the BDSM equipment on display. She managed to remain silent as we were shown to my usual table with all the eyes in the room on my two subbies.

We sat and I ordered drinks while the girls looked over the menu.

The girls sat quietly, their eyes downcast to the menus so I said, “Come on girls, its free speech tonight, what do you fancy Melissa?”

“Six clothespins please Master,” She replied and burst out laughing as did Deanne.

I laughed, “Tomorrow my subbie, I promise. I guess you will have your usual dinner?”

“Yes thank you Sir,” Melissa smiled, “Come on DD, the chef is excellent here, make up your mind, you must be starving.”

Deanne put the menu down, looked at me and said, “Sir, I will ask you to select for me. You have chosen so well for me today I will put my choice in your hands.”

“Thank you DD, I do think you are slowly learning what giving up control is all about.” 

I waved to the red-haired waitress who came to take the order. “Hi Red, I’d like you meet DD, a friend of mine and Melissa’s.”

“Hello Master Matt, nice to meet you DD,” Red said with a smile, “May I say that your bald look is great, I’m green with envy, and I’m not the only one in the room with those feelings.”

Deanne beamed, “Thank you Red, nice to meet you too.”

“Ok, don’t carry on too much Red, the girls and I are starving. I’ll have my usual steak and my girls will have chicken pasta and salad.”

Red curtsied, “Yes Sir, I’ll get chef to go and kill the bull.” With a giggle she quickly moved out of range of my hand and went out to the kitchen.

The three of us sipped on our drinks and chatted about our day in the dungeon. Deanne kept glancing around the room, occasionally shaking her head at some of the outfits and appearance of the other diners. Many smiled at her as they caught her looking and a couple rubbed their heads and nodded their appreciation of her bald look.

“Relax DD,” I said, “I know some of these people may look a little weird but most of them are really nice people. Unlike you, ha ha, they let their hair down when they come here.” Deanne gave me a mock glare at my little joke. “They are all into BDSM in some way or another, from the novices to the hard core masochists. Like clubs of many types, the members are a great mix of personalities and from different social levels.”

“I’m fine thanks Master,” Deanne replied, “I do feel relaxed as I should after today, it’s just all new to me and so different to any club I have ever been in before. And I do like my nickname, DD, its good.”

Melissa leant over and gave Deanne a kiss on the cheek causing Deanne to blush bright red. We chatted and laughed until Red arrived with our order. Our hunger after a busy day stopped the talk as we ate the tasty meal. 

“Dessert Melissa and DD?” I asked after we had completed the main course. “You can have anything from a cherry popsicle to sticky date pudding or ice cream with maple syrup. As Melissa knows my personal favorite is the Toblerone chocolate cheesecake, but this time it’s your choice. Or you can have cheese and crackers, they have a great Camembert cheese, and the Jindi Brie from Australia was voted best in the world.”

“Well I think I’ve had enough ice cold fillings for today,” Deanne said with a laugh, “I love anything sticky so I’ll try the date pudding, and no jokes about being dated please.”

Melissa and I laughed and Melissa asked Red for her favorite, the chocolate mousse. The desserts were delicious and the evening continued enjoyably for the three of us. 

Deanne was great company and told Melissa and I of how she had conned the ‘lovely’ elderly judge presiding over her divorce settlement. We were roaring with laughter as Deanne described the judge’s breast fetish. “He couldn’t keep his eyes off my breasts in court so when I tearfully asked to see him in private he was quick to agree. Amazingly, my blouse became unbuttoned and the judge had a real eyeful which soon became a couple of handfuls, he really was a dear!”

As we were finishing our coffees the lights suddenly dimmed and the club president appeared on the brightly-lit stage. After thanking everyone for attending he turned his attention to our table. “And a special welcome to Master Matt and his special guest, the lovely DD, we hope you have enjoyed yourself DD and come back to see us again.”

Deanne blushed bright red and gazed down at the tablecloth. I stood and smiled our thanks while reaching down and taking Deanne’s hand to pull her to her feet. A look of fear came into her eyes as she realized I wanted to take her onto the stage. The patrons began to clap as I leant close to Deanne and whispered, “Do as I tell you and come with me, now!”

Deanne gave a long sigh and reluctantly allowed herself to be led up the steps onto the stage. She stood red faced, looking down at the floor as I spoke into the microphone.

“Thanks you ladies and gentlemen, dominants and submissives, and of course the switches too.” I said with a glance and smile at Melissa. “It has been my great pleasure to undertake the training of DD, a very sassy brat who for too long has had her own way with everything, and I mean everything. Up until recently she has always been able to twist everyone around her little finger, if DD said ‘jump’ the answer would be ‘how high?’. But then after talking to Melissa earlier this year DD realized that she has a strong need to be controlled and I’m proud to say that she is learning the lessons very quickly.”

Deanne looked up and smiled as the audience clapped once again. I motioned Melissa to come up on the stage and she quickly obeyed, standing close beside Deanne.

“But now,” I continued, “And this is a complete surprise to her, I am going to continue DD’s training right here for all of you to see. Yes, you can tell by the expression on her face that this is a complete surprise for the lovely DD and Melissa will assist me. Come with us DD, just over here.”

Deanne moaned as Melissa and I led her over to a padded spanking horse. “Please nooooooo,” she whispered to us, “Not in front of all these strangers.”

My grip was firm as I stood Deanne with her back to the very attentive audience. Quietly I said, “Deanne, you wanted to be controlled, let yourself go, trust me like you have before, you won’t regret it.”

“Get down DD,” Melissa surprised me once again by grabbing Deanne by the back of the neck and pushing her down over the right hand side of the spanking horse. 

Deanne moaned loudly but did not fight back and I knew that she had made another breakthrough. As we settled Deanne into position I reached down and lifted her short skirt up and over her back. My next surprise was Melissa bending over the horse on the left of Deanne. My amazing subbie reached back, pulled her own skirt up off her lovely arse and then placed her right arm over Deanne’s back. The audience and I were now gazing at two delightful bottoms both bearing some marks that I had made earlier in the day.

I walked over to a rack and selected a long wide leather strap and a table tennis bat. Standing to one side so the audience could see I started by warming up the girls with the bat. Aware of the punishments both girls had endured only a few hours ago I commenced softly, making sure that I covered all four buttocks. Slowly I increased the force of the swats, alternating from buttock to buttock so that both had an equal share. The girls now started to verbalize the sting the bat was leaving and the ‘ouches, oooohs and ahhhhs’ could be heard by all in the club.

After replacing the bat in the rack I bent down and whispered to the girls. “I know you are both very turned on right now, neither of you are to orgasm until I give permission, understand?”

Melissa just nodded while Deanne whispered, “You’ve gotta be fucking joking!”

“You can do it Deanne,” Melissa whispered back, “Just hold on, do it for me and our Master.”

Deanne sucked air noisily into her lungs, “Shit Melissa, ok, ok, I’ll try, just get on with it Matt, oh god I mean Sir.”

Once again I took up my stance with the leather belt in my hand. I flicked it a couple of times to make sure I had the correct range, then raised the belt and swatted it across both arses at the same time.

“Owwwww,” Both girls yelled in unison.

Time after time the leather cracked across the glowing cheeks of my two subbies and each time their cries echoed around the club. Bright red lines and some welts formed as the pink skin bounced each time the strap landed.

I noticed Melissa’s arm pulling Deanne closer giving her emotional support to survive her first public thrashing. 

The loud cries of pain from both told me that the girls had just about had enough so I threw the strap aside and turned to the audience. The girls were moaning as I raised my finger to my mouth instructing the audience to remain silent. 

I reached into a pocket and pulled out a sealed plastic bag containing four halves of large lemons that I had taken from the tree at home. Taking half a lemon in each hand I stood close between both girls and squeezed a few drops of juice onto each of their red cheeks. Deanne and Melissa both cried out as the sour liquid hit the red welts. 

“CUM GIRLS” I cried out as I whacked the lemon halves on each girl’s arse and rubbed hard.

Melissa and Deanne shrieked loudly with the pain and suddenly both of them orgasmed together, their bodies shuddering madly over the spanking horse. I moved around behind the girls allowing the audience a clear view of the action. 

Stroking their backs I whispered to the moaning girls, giving them instructions as they slowly calmed down. “Fantastic my subbies, when you feel both feel capable of standing nod your heads and I will give instructions.”

“Yes Sir,” Both girls whispered as their lungs sucked in much needed air.

After a few more minutes both girls nodded and once again I took the microphone.

“Melissa and DD, stand, come here and take a bow.”

The girls pushed themselves off the spanking horse, turned and hand in hand walked then few steps to the front of the stage. The audience rose, clapping and cheering as my two embarrassed subbies took a bow. I gave them both a hug and we returned to our table.

“Master, permission for us to use the bathroom?” Melissa asked before we sat.

“Of course girls, off you go,” I said marveling at the inability of any female to go to the toilet alone when there was more than one present.

The girls wound their way between the tables accepting the congratulations of the patrons as they passed each group. I chatted to a few friends and sipped on a nice glass of port thoughtfully provided by the lovely and ever-cheeky Red. When the two giggling subbies returned my suggestion that we go home was greeted with tired but happy smiles of agreement.

We said our good-byes at the club and walked home slowly in silence, each of us immersed in our own thoughts. 

After Melissa closed and locked the front door we stood in the hall and again I drew the girls into a group hug. 

“DD, I don’t think you should drive home tonight, you take the guest room.”

“Yes Sir, I do feel absolutely stuffed at the moment, thank you, you offer is most welcome.” Deanne said with a tired sigh. “It has been an amazing day and I would like to discuss some of it with you in the morning if I may. And Sir, I love being called DD, it’s almost like another persona for me.”

“Of course DD, see you in the morning,” I said as I kissed her on the cheek, “The guest room is second on the left, Melissa has put your bag in there, goodnight.”

“Goodnight Sir and thank you again,” Deanne laughed as she returned my kiss and then kissed Melissa full on the mouth, “And goodnight Mistress Melissa my old friend, I will see you both in the morning.”




Society Girl



"Ahhhhhhh, God, what are you doing to me? I never asked you for anything like this!" Deanne sounded furious as she strained against the ropes.

"Mmmmmm, I don't think that you are in any position to stop me do you?" I inquired, "You said that you needed control and that means I do whatever I like unless you use the safe word. If you don't like it you know what to do. Do you want me to stop?"

"Fuck no, don't stop Matt, I mean Sir. Ohhh shit, I've never experienced anything like this before, it just took me by surprise."

I moved down to the head of the table, grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head up and to the side. She looked at me, her eyes shining with excitement, perspiration glowing on her forehead. I twisted my head and kissed her full on the lips. For a second or two there was no reaction, then the kiss was returned with vigor, our tongues entwined as we kissed passionately.

Releasing her head I returned to the butt plug which I twisted back and forth in semi circles combined with some more hard spanks bringing more "oooohhhs and aaaahhhs" from the head of the table. Withdrawing the plug I released the ropes from Deanne's ankles and took the cuffs off her wrists. I helped her to her feet and she stood shakily beside the table, steadying herself with one hand. Deanne's eyes widened as I quickly stripped off my clothes, my hard cock springing to attention.

Deanne smiled as I pushed her down to her knees and stroked my cock before her face. She looked up into my eyes, and asked "May I suck your cock, Sir?" She left the tip of her tongue peeking out between her lips.

"Not yet," I told her, as I began to rub my cock over her face. I traced the head over her forehead, down her nose, and over her lips. She stuck out her tongue, so I took my cock and slapped each of her cheeks with it. "Patience, Deanne. You will learn it." More slowly, and lightly, I again traced her features with my cock. This time, she waited. "Open your mouth. Now." She did. I traced her lips, then thrust my hips forward and back, fucking her mouth for several minutes. I then pulled from her mouth, looked down into her eyes, and said, "Now. Suck my cock." Looking in my eyes and smiling, she reached for and stroked my cock. She nuzzled beneath it, and began to lick my balls with the flat of her tongue. Next, I felt her take my left testicle in her mouth, rolling it gently around - then the right. I held back the moans. She tapped my balls with her tongue and used only the tip to draw her way up the underside, playing with the vein. Just before she reached the head, she nibbled on the couple of inches of the underside of my cock, just at the head. Her tongue then circled the head, and moved across it. She smiled up at me, as she tasted my pre-cum. "Delicious. Sir."

"Suck it. Now," I demanded.

She tapped the head of my cock with her tongue, and smiled up into my eyes, before wrapping her lips around my cock. Her mouth moved down in an easy motion, until my cock hit the back of her throat. Still looking into my eyes, she retreated back up my cock. Again, she took me into her mouth, until I tapped the back of her throat, and again she moved her mouth back up my cock. A third time, she started to move down my cock. I thrust my hips forward, pushing into her throat, as I grabbed at her hair on either side of her head. As she moaned, I fucked her mouth. She sucked me hard, deeply, until I could stand it no longer. Pulling from her mouth, I started to jerk my cock into her face. She sat back on her heels, waiting for my cum, mouth open. My cum spurted out, twice, three times, a fourth - on her face, down her breasts, into her hair. Deanne was quite a sight. 

"Lick me clean," I ordered.

Moving in with that marvelous tongue, she licked the head and shaft, until I was completely clean. When I was completely satisfied I picked Deanne up in my arms and held her tight as I walked from the gym and into the swimming pool area, making as if I was heading to the bedroom. Suddenly I changed direction and quickly threw Deanne into the pool and jumped in after her, surfacing as she spluttered some water from her mouth.

Deanne raised a hand at me and screamed, "What did you do that for, I didn't want a swim!"

I grabbed the wrist of her upheld hand and held tight. "Don't even think of hitting me will you Deanne, you know what the consequences will be." Quickly shifting my hand from her wrist to her head I pushed her down and held her under the water. It was only about ten seconds until I let her resurface and she came up spluttering again and very contrite.

"Oh Shit Sir, I'm sorry, I won't do that again," Deanne said quietly, her breasts heaving as she gulped in some air, then she grinned, "I forgot my place didn't I, I'm not used to this control stuff."

My answer was to once again take Deanne in my arms and kiss her deeply, holding her tight as she lay in my arms. Slowly I walked some laps of the pool, letting the water cool and calm Deanne as she regained her composure. After climbing the steps from the pool I made Deanne towel both of us dry and then led her to the guest bedroom.

I lay down on the bed and pointed to the picnic basket, Deanne took her cue well, taking a bottle of wine from the small fridge, uncorking the wine and opening the basket of food. She then knelt beside the bed and proceeded to hand feed me with the delicious sandwiches and fruit, while I sipped on the wine. I noted with some pleasure that Deanne did not eat or drink anything herself, she was learning her place when with me. 

When I had finished I said, "Well done Deanne, making sure I was fed first, you may have some now if you wish. Sit up here on the bed and spread your legs wide apart while you eat."

"Thank you Sir," Deanne said with a smile, "I am hungry and very thirsty."

I watched this beautiful lady as she sat with her legs spread without embarrassment. After she had finished I pushed her down onto her back and knelt beside her.

"Time for my dessert," I said as my mouth went directly down onto her pussy. My tongue separated her cunt lips and that lovely taste of a turned on woman invaded my taste buds. My fingers spread her labia apart and my tongue traced around the outside, touching and then withdrawing from her clit. I teased her some more, grinning to myself as she moaned in expectation and frustration. I pushed two fingers into her wetness and gently frigged her, my thumb rubbing her clit as my fingers moved in and out. Then I replaced my fingers with my tongue, fucking her sopping pussy as she moaned and groaned in appreciation. My head moved up and down as my tongue brought her to another body shaking orgasm. I moved up and kissed Deanna again so she could taste her own juices on my mouth.

Deanne lay back, a grin on her face, obviously wanting to talk but waiting until she was spoken to. I said nothing, rose from the bed and pointed for her stay where she was, Deanna nodded as I left the room and collected some items from the gym.

Deanne's eyes widened and she clamped a hand over her mouth as I returned to the room. I placed a pillow in the center of the bed and then pushed her face down onto the sheets, the pillow under her hips. Taking my time to increase the suspension of the minute, I secured her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. Deanne was now spread-eagled and once again unable to stop me from using her body. I slipped on a latex glove, took a tube of lubricant and pushed a slippery finger into her arse, causing Deanne to moan once again.

"Oh god Matt please don't, I've never, aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee," the sentence finished in a scream as the heavy strap bit into her arse cheeks.

"Didn't I tell you not to speak unless spoken too Deanne?" I asked as she whimpered into the sheet.

"Oh, I, I'm sorry Sir, she stammered.

I knelt beside her and said softly, "What is it Deanne? What do you want to say to me?

"Oh Sir, I have never had anal sex before and I don't know if I can take it, I'm sorry Sir."

I knelt beside her and stroked her body with my hand, "Deanne I said at the start that if you don't want me to do something then I will not. But you have had such fantastic orgasms today from me doing things to you that you never imagined, have you considered that you may actually enjoy anal sex? Many people do you know. I am going to continue slowly and gently until you use the safe word. Relax yourself as much as possible, that will make it easier for you, and me"

"Very well Sir, you are right, please continue, I was wrong to interrupt you."

My reply was to once again push my finger back into her anal passage. I could see and feel Deanne relax as I gently but firmly lubricated the tight surface. When I was satisfied that she was ready I slipped on a condom and applied some lubricant to it as well. Now I was ready so I knelt between her lovely slim thighs and pushed the head of my cock up against the opening. A guttural moan escaped Deanne's lips as I pushed forward against the sphincter muscle which automatically tightened at this unwanted intrusion.

"Relax Deanne, relax and let it happen," I instructed.

As she relaxed the muscle I pushed firmly forward and slowly but surely my cock eased its way into her rectum resulting in "Oh my God" coming from Deanne. I ignored her comment and pulled my cock slowly out of her tight passage, pushing back in just before the head showed. She was very tight and I was glad that I had used so much lube, but as I moved my cock back and forth, the walls seemed to stretch and the pressure became less. Gradually I increased the pace of Deanne's first arse fuck and Deanne began to enjoy it as she got used to the new sensations.

"Mmmmmm, ohhhhhhh, yeeeeesssss, fuck my arse, Sir," Deanne cried enthusiastically as I continued to move my cock in and out. It did not take long before I was ready to cum again, but I held on so as to make the situation last as long as possible. Quicker and quicker I fucked her tight arse, perspiration was dripping onto Deanne's back and we were both moaning loudly.

To top this incredible day off Deanne and I both orgasmed at the same time, crying out in unison as I pumped my sperm into her hot arse. I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting furiously after the efforts of Deanne's first anal sex.

After a short time I withdrew and released Deanne from the ties that bound her to the bed. I held her to me as we both calmed down and our breathing returned to something like normal.

"Well Deanne, that's about it for today, I must leave soon to spank a regular client tonight, how do you feel? I'm very proud of you and the way you handled your session today. Yes you may speak now, tell me your feelings."

"Well Matt, Sir, I guess the best way to describe how I feel right now would be ecstatic, I have never cum so many times and so strongly. Thank you so much you were amazing" Deanne grinned joyfully at me. "When can I see you again?"

I laughed, "You want more already? Sure Deanne I would love to see you again, but next time I want you to come to my place, to my dungeon."

Oh wow Sir, you have a dungeon? I can't wait to see that." Deanne rose from the bed, still flushed from her exertions and went to a drawer. She removed an envelope and handed it to me, "I think this will reimburse you for you travels and time with me, thank you so much."

I took the envelope as we moved back to the gymnasium for me dress. Deanne remained nude, flaunting her lovely body at me as she collected my equipment and placed it in the bag. We kissed once more and I made my way to my car.

"Don't forget to phone me to make a time to see me again will you Deanne?"

"Oh no way I will forget that, bye Matt and thank you so much again, I will see you soon."

The End?