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Internet Meeting Ch. 01

By: johm55



After several weeks of email correspondence, we were finally to meet. I had arranged to pick her up at the local train station and she was to stay with me for the week-end. All being well, this would lead to her moving in as my 24/7 slave.

We had arranged for recognition signals, just in case, and I had told her what to wear, a simple dress, shoes and no underwear. She was bringing other clothes but would probably not need them.

I waited impatiently outside the station. The train arrived and there was a short rush of dis-embarking passengers. As they flowed past, heading for the taxi ranks, I watched carefully. There! As the flow slowed, I saw a woman, mid-twenties, wearing a simple summer dress and carrying a small suitcase. She was walking slowly and looking around at anyone standing. I moved forward, towards her.

"Are you Julie?" I asked. She nodded. "Follow me." As I said this, I turned and walked out of the station, heading for my parked car, being careful not to look to check if she was following. When I reached the car, I unlocked it and then turned. She was standing a few yards away, clutching her suitcase.

I opened the boot and told her to put the case in. Turning back to the driving door, As I sat in, I told her to get in the other side.

She got in, fastened her seat belt and looked straight ahead. As I drove off, I said "Glad you can follow instructions. I'll drive around the corner, park and then we can talk."

I drove around the corner, heading for the shopping precinct. When I got there I parked at the far end. Switching the engine off, I turned and said "We won't be disturbed here, we can talk." She undid and removed her seatbelt and looked at me.

"You understand why you're here?" I asked. She nodded. "Please say it. We need to be clear."

"Yes, I understand. I'm here to try out the idea of becoming your slave."

"Correct. During this week-end you will be subjected to the type of activity you will be expected to do. You will have the chance to see if you can cope with being a 24/7 slave and, more importantly, the opportunity to call a halt at any time. If you do call a halt, I'll ask you to confirm you wish to stop completely or just the particular activity. If the activity, we will stop doing it and go on to something else. If completely, you will be returned to the station as soon as possible. Obviously if no train is available, you will stay at my house, but as my guest, until it is possible to put you on a train. Assuming you are happy to complete the week-end, we will continue and I will put you on a train first thing Monday."

I shifted in my seat to see her better and continued. "Just to give you a real idea of what I want, I will be trying to cram in as many different activities as possible. It might appear to you that I'm advancing too fast but we only have a week-end to expose you to as much as possible. Normally with a new acquaintance, progress would be slow but in those circumstances, we would be already in contact and probably dating. However you will have the complete week to think about whether you wish to become my slave. If you decide not to, I'd appreciate a phone call to say so. No recriminations. If you decide to go ahead, a phone call again but with a discussion as to when you will start for real. Is that how you understand it?"

She nodded.

"Fine. Then just in case you can't speak, for what ever reason, three taps with your foot or say 'red light'. I will then stop immediately and ask you to confirm - do you mean stop this activity or call off the whole thing. Once that is clear we'll act accordingly. Understood?"

She nodded again.

"Please say out loud that you understand. Just to be absolutely clear."

"Yes. I understand the signals."

"Very well, we start now - OK?" I queried.

"Yes, we start now." She answered.

I leaned across and squeezed her breast - no bra. I slid my hand between her legs and pulled back her dress - no panties. "I'm pleased you obeyed my instructions." I got out and went to the passenger side and opened the door. "Cross your arms behind your back and I'll fasten the seat belt." She leaned forward, put her hands behind her back and crossed her arms. As she settled back into her seat, I leaned over and snapped the belt into place. I pulled out a tape measure from my pocket and put it around her neck. Slipping two fingers under the tape, I read off the measurement.

Returning to the driving seat I started the car. "we're not going far, I need to buy some items at the pet store, you'd best come in with me." I then drove nearer to the pet store and parked again. Leaning over, I released her seat belt and got out. "Get out of the car and come around here." I ordered. Once she was out, I locked the car and walked towards the store, calling out "follow me in and stay close."

I entered the store with her following close behind. I made my way to the dog section, looking for collars and leads. When I found them, I checked, looking for a plain black collar and longish lead. I selected a suitable collar, black leather about 2 inches wide, a suitable length. There was also a matching lead, about 7 foot long. I picked them up and passed them to her saying "hold them." After a few minutes, I found a section displaying puppy collars. I picked out 4 matching ones and passed them to her.

Moving over to the tag printer, I set up a simple print sequence, my name, phone number and a pet name -- 'Sheba'. I printed 2 tags. We went to the cashier, on my signal, she placed the items down and I paid, using my cash card. She collected the bagged items and followed me out of the store.

I led the way to my car. Taking the bag off her, I told her to put her hands behind her back, put her in the car and clipped the seat belt. As I drove off, I said "You acted well. Continue to do so and I'll be well satisfied." The rest of the journey was spent in silence, mostly because I had fitted a ball gag to her and I hadn't bothered to speak.

When we arrived at my house, I drove straight up the drive and into the garage. I got out, went around and released her from the seat belt and led the way into the lounge.

"Strip." I said as I left her to go into the kitchen. I got a light ale out of the fridge and returned to the lounge. As I had hoped, she'd undressed and stood uncertain in the middle of the room with her clothes draped over a nearby chair.

"Good. Put the clothes into your suitcase, you won't need them this week-end."

Once she had done this, I fastened the newly purchased collar around her throat and put the four puppy collars around her wrists and ankles after removing the ball gag. While she absorbed this, I clipped one of the tags to her collar. "You will now respond to the name 'Sheba'" I announced "You are surrendering your humanity and therefore your name is now irreverent. As a domestic pet, your new name will be 'Sheba'. Make sure you answer to it. From now on, any failure to obey will be severely punished, Understood?" She started to answer. I interrupted " You do not speak. Just nod." She stopped and slowly nodded.

"In future you will either nod or respond with 'yes, master'. Understood?"

"Yes, master."

"Good. Come here while I clip on your lead." Once the lead was clipped onto her collar, I led her in a small circle. Once I'd done this, I dropped the lead, letting it dangle from her collar. "When the lead is dangling, treat it as being fastened to the floor. In other words, act as if you are tethered to the floor." She stopped moving and looked at me. "Hence forth, remember you are no longer classed as a human being, just a domestic pet, but without the RSPCA looking after you. This means I can do anything to you and probably will. Your survival depends upon your complete and utter obedience. Do you understand? You may answer." After a short while, she muttered "Yes, master."

"Good. But, in future, immediate response is required." I took several padlocks out of a drawer together with a short chain - it was a dog's choke chain originally. "Hands behind your back" I used a padlock to fasten the puppy collars on her wrists together. I then fastened the chain to the puppy collars around her ankles using two more padlocks. Her legs were now fastened together by a short chain, giving her a stride of about 18 inches. Ample to move about but enough to bring home the fact that she is under my control.

I unclipped her lead and moved back. "Come." She hesitated and then moved towards me. "stop." She stopped about a yard in front of me. "When I use 'come', you approach me and stop in front of me about this distance. You stand with your legs apart and, if your hands are not restrained, with your hands crossed behind your back. You then wait for further commands. You do not move at all. If I move, you carry on looking straight ahead." As I said this, I moved to her right. She started to turn her head and then stopped. "Good. You are learning, but next time you move like that, you will be punished."

To be continued . . . 

Internet Meeting Ch. 02



From my knees on the hard cold tiles I stared at the bulbous shiny head of Charles' erection as a droplet of clear fluid formed about it's angry red eye. I licked my lips hungrily. With wanton yearning I pulled against the fingers gripping my hair holding my lips away from the prize of sweet nectar bobbing before me. 

Silently, pleading with my eyes I dared to look up to where Charles' dispassionate smirking face hung above me. His eyes were like dark deep pits holding me mesmerized. An anguished groan escaped my lips as my longing for another taste of him consumed me. 

Wistfully I returned my attention to Charles' massive erection testing the grip of his fingers holding my cock hungry lips at bay. Stretching my tongue I lapped pathetically at empty space trying vainly to capture a taste of Charles. A giggle of evil laced mirth erupted about the confined space echoing hauntingly in my ears.

With his free hand Charles gripped the base of his massive member to tease me by holding the drooling tip of his cock just beyond the reach of my desperately darting tongue. A long moan of despair edged with need escaped my lips as I pulled against Charles's grip futilely. 

Charles' manic laughter filled my head as I tried vainly to shake off his grip. Struggling I growled with building anger at his heartless tormenting. Then suddenly I broke free. Lunging forward my howl of victory immediately turned to distress and frustration as Charles's pre-cum glistening erection evaporated.

It took a moment to realize that I was sitting upright in my bed. My skin tingled in the cool early morning air beneath the thin filmy material of the sheer badydoll nightie I had taken to wearing to bed at Charles's behest. I shivered stunned by the suddenness of my awakening, the loss of Charles' cock. 

My chest heaved as I desperately attempted to shake the shocking reality of the dream. When my eyes fluttered shut Charles' juicy cock hung tantalizingly before my minds eye. A whimper of longing and hunger turned into another long drawn out howl of frustration and want as I flopped back onto my sweat soaked pillow.

Laying there I became aware of my own painfully engorged sissy Princess clit straining against my nighties matching panty. With sullen petulance I released the side tie ribbons unleashing my swollen sissy clit. Suddenly I started thrashing mindlessly within the sheets entwined about my limbs. A scream of frustrated failure echoed forlornly about my bedroom as I vented my despair at Charles' obvious hold on me. 

Ignoring my sissy clit flopping about in front of me I rose and scurried across the cold floor to awaken my sleeping computer. With a sneer of vexation I flipped away the mouse peeved that there still wasn't a response to my last series of emails to Charles. Petulantly I clicked once more on Charles's last attachment and stared with awed fascination at his cum erupting cock. Oh fuck how that image was haunting me so. 

My knees weakened as I contemplated Charles' glorious erection. I sank onto my sex stained chair numbly aware of the friend buried deeply in my sissy Princess cunt. Trying to steady my shattered nerves I typed another note to Charles. I was frantic to make sure he knew how keen I was to receive his offered load. How madly sex crazed keen. I begged. I laid bare my wanton need. My desperate desire, my willingness to please. 

As my Princess clit throbbed I offered to Charles that his submissive Princess would be whatever he wanted. His Princess would be anything for the privilege of receiving the massive gusher he could deliver. "Please," I whispered with longing ache while reaching down to stroke my extended gurlie-boi clit to a shattering orgasm.

I crawled back to bed forlornly ignoring the sticky goo coating the front of my nightie and seeping down my leg. Dragging myself back into bed I collapsed exhausted, spent and faded into an uneasy sleep. My restless slumber was punctuated by nanosecond visions of cocks, cum and vain pleading promises of anything, everything, to the incessant backdrop of a chiming bell insisting I pledge more.

Sitting bolt upright my sleep addled brain finally comprehended that the chiming was real. It had meaning. It meant I had mail. An email. My world spun as I light headedly staggered across the room gasping in deep breaths. With mad determination I pounced on the computers mouse crazily clicking away desperate to see if it was Charles. 

A gasp of surprise caught in my throat when I saw that it was indeed Charles. Taking a deep shuddering breath I opened his email. "Oh yes," I mumbled swooning with pleasure as the implications of his email washed over me. Sinking unheedingly into the sticky mess I had left earlier I reread Charles' email again and again, pinching myself to be certain that it wasn't just another nasty taunting dream.

Charles wanted me. "Princess," he wrote, "this is your Master calling. I own you. Princess you are Mine. Do you understand Princess? If you understand Princess take a photo of yourself NOW and send it to Me. Be quick Princess you do not want to annoy me." 

I went into an absolute dither. Fumbling, bumbling I only just managed to snap a blurry shot of me in my purple nightie. As I was attaching the image to the email I noticed my unrestrained gurlie clit dangling beneath the ruffled hem of the sheer cum stained nightie. Distressed I gawked unsure of what to do. What would displease Charles more, my tardiness or the audacity of sending such a pic. Panicked I hit send, then comically tried to stop it before shrieking despairingly.

Bewildered I sat there trembling with anticipation waiting nervously for a response. For Charles' verdict. My Masters call.

Mercifully Charles didn't keep me waiting long. "Ah Princess, such a mess you are this morning. I see we still have work to do. Now you will go clean yourself up. Then Princess you will choose something pretty to wear for me. By the time you are finished I will have sent you instructions. You will follow my instructions Princess without delay. Before you go Princess you may kiss the picture I sent you yesterday."

Panting with a mixture of desire, pleasure and trepidation I reread Charles's email. Chewing on my lip nervously I hurriedly flicked through open windows until Charles' erupting cock came into view. With solemn respect I leant towards the screen and pressed my lips against the image. My lips tingled with the screens heat and the thought of soon kissing the real thing. Charles' cock. Charles's cum gushing cock. My lips had left a noticeable impression on the screen and with a nervous giggle on anticipation I rushed off to prepare myself.

I took extra time to perform all my gurlie boi rituals I had recently learned so carefully, not wanting to mess up and displease Charles. Once bathed, cleaned and anointed with an alluring scent I rummaged through my panty drawer looking a pair of pretty yellow panties that I just knew Charles would love. 

Sheer shimmering nylon briefs with lace edging and ruffling over the front panel that formed perfectly to my Princess bottom. My sissy hole pulsed around the next largest of my friends that I had progressed to that morning. I could feel the fullness of the plug as I moved about primping and preening. 

Satisfied that I was as perfect for Charles as I could be I went back to my computer. As Charles had promised there was an email waiting for me. Twitching with apprehension I dared to open it and discover my future.

"Princess I will meet you at the toilets in Harper's Park. Enter the centre stall and wait for my arrival. Princess I desire to find you in the exact same position I left you in at the restaurant." My heart skipped a beat as I hesitated unable to imagine why Charles would want it so, but his email continued, "That exact position Princess," leaving me no doubt that he was serious.

There was a map attached which I opened, printed and headed for the door. It took me some time to get to the designated park and I hoped that I hadn't been so tardy as to annoy Charles. I tried to appear nonchalant as I wandered nervously about the park getting closer and closer to Charles's preferred meeting place. 

The toilets appeared old and poorly maintained, and judging by the odor not recently serviced. Inside there was a pervading funk about the darkness that sent a chill down my spine sucking away my will to enter. Breathing as little as possible I crept carefully into the dank gloom listening intently for any sign of another person. 

There was no one. A quick scan of the cubicles assured me that none of the toilets were occupied. With a nervous glance back out into park I slipped into the middle of the three stalls. Not wanting to breath too deeply I was soon panting with building apprehension. "Can I do this?" I murmured quietly to myself wondering briefly if Charles was worth it or if this was a huge mistake.

Slowly tentatively I began to strip away my clothes and hang them on the back of the door. When I stood only in my shoes and the pretty yellow panties I had worn for Charles I began to quake with fear. Looking at the concrete floor strewn with used tissues, garbage and puddles of cold water I hesitated to kneel like I knew Charles had meant. I chewed on my lip as I cringed behind the closed door debating silently with myself as to the sense of being there let alone kneeling on such a disgusting floor. 

The fetid cold soon had me shivering uncontrollably. My heart skipped a beat when I heard a voice calling softly and I instinctively reached for my clothes. Clutching them to my naked torso I held my breath as foot steps entered the toilets.

"Princessssss," the voice whispered softly, "Oh Prin-cess."

A gasp of relief squeaked from my lips with the realization that it was Charles. Still clutching my clothes I fumbled with the lock and stepped back to give him room to enter. Charles stood silhouetted in the door staring sternly into the gloom of the stall where I smiled speechless, nervous. I felt terribly meek and forlorn beneath his withering stare. 

Charles didn't say anything he just stood there and stared. Slowly tentatively I lowered my clothing and held it away from my body so that Charles could see the pretty panties I wore for him. 

He stood stock still. Staring. I wished with all my might that he would at least close the door and step inside. At first I was unable to comprehend his reason for keeping me exposed and scrutinized like I was. Then with a simper of resignation I remembered his words from the email, "That exact position Princess." Hanging my head in defeat and servility I let my knees buckle slowly sinking to the cold hard floor.

I knelt there before Charles waiting for his acceptance of my act of subjugation no longer caring about the amount of exposure or risk. I bit back a sob of relief when wordlessly Charles stepped into the stall and purposefully locked the door. Charles stood over me as I knelt shivering riveted in place with fear. I took several quick breaths to steady my nerves as Charles slowly slide his foot between my thighs until his shin was wedged snugly against the cleft of my panty covered sissy clit. 

Charles pressed into me until I whimpered with growing anxiety. Smirking over my cringing form Charles lifted the toe of his shoe firmly into my pantied groin. Slowly Charles's toe began to pump against the plug in my gurlie boi pussy. Up, down. Up, down. Building in tempo.

Charles pumped until I was panting, "Ah, ah," in unison with tempo of his toe. My body rocked slightly as my Princess clit started to swell from the attention. 

"Look up Princess," he murmured from above not slowing his motion. 

"Ah, ah, ahhhh," I gasped breathlessly when I looked to find the enthralling eye of Charles' rigid cock staring at me. "Aaaahhhh."

I stared enthralled with adoration at Charles' hard cock shining before me in the gloom. I knelt before Charles my mouth gaping open in awe and wonder still emitting weak ah's in time to Charles' pumping toe. 

My peripheral vision blurred as my focus became Charles' cock. The cold dank toilet seemed to fade away beneath the steady rhythmic pulse of Charles' toe. My body floated there before Charles as I worshipped his mighty rigid member.

I watched enraptured as a long spurt of hot white cum erupted from the tip of Charles's cock to arc in slow motion through the air. I was too awed to flinch or look away as the hot cum splattered wetly onto my forehead. The force of the jet of Charles's cum rocked me back on my heels as a shrieked "Aaaahhhh" echoed about the toilet block. Astonished I swooned with passion as Charles's steaming cum slide down the bridge of my nose into the corners of my eyes.

Charles's hand reached out to grasp my head by the hair to hold it in place before him. With his other hand Charles pumped his cock purposefully releasing another manly spurt to spray into the tip of my nose. A long moan of astonishment and wonderment started deep in my heaving chest. Charles's fingers tightened pulling my head back until my mouth opened for the next spurt of cum to surge from his cock. It splattered onto my face from my nose to my chin. 

Charles' foot never stopped pumping into my sissy clit. As his sticky cum splashed onto my face my Sissy clit spurted, filling the crotch of my panties with warm Princess cum. 

Grunting, his body jerking with orgasmic spasms Charles rested his hot cock on my cum slick lips and pumped out the dregs of his goo into my waiting mouth. Charles's cum coated my mouth, my tongue. His scent filled my lungs as I gurgled on his cum sliding into my throat. 

It was beyond belief, like nothing I ever imagined. Breathing heavily Charles held my cum covered face beneath his cock while it slowly deflated. Cum dribbled from the tip for me to gently lick away. I rolled my tongue over my goo coated lips savoring the taste. 

I felt Charles' hot cum drip from my chin and dribble down my bare chest. Fascinated I looked down to watch it pool in my belly button. "Look up Princess," Charles urged from above me. Giggling like a punch drunk school girl I looked up to take the full flash of his camera in the eyes.

Blinking away the momentary blindness I was aware that Charles had turned and was leaving, quickly. Desperately I pawed at empty air trying to catch him though I had no idea what for. More of Charles' cum dribbled down my face to drip onto my chest while I blinked away the flashes hot spots. 

There I was, left again, kneeling on a toilet floor by Charles. This time with the humiliation of his cum coating my face, burning my eyes, dripping from my chin.

As I shivered with the cold and residual sexual high of being splattered with Charles' cum I tried to pull myself together. Suddenly I realized that Charles had left the stall door open and I hadn't closed it. My gasp of horror shattered the gloomy quiet as I became aware that I was not alone. 

In the exit of the toilet block stood a large hulking silhouette of a man. Some one whimpered and mewed pathetically as the large man advanced on me. I attempted to rise but my legs refused to work. Desperately I tried to crawl into the corner of the stall as the unknown man entered and locked the door behind him.

"Yeah this is what I'm looking for," he grunted reaching out a fat meaty hand to grasp the back of my head by the hair. The mewing increased to near shrieking level as the man hauled me around to face his groin. Suspended there like a rag doll before him the girl like mewing weakened to a forlorn desperate moan that ceased when the man stuffed his hardening cock into my gaping mouth. 

"Oh yeah," the brute crowed above me, "This is what daddy's lookin' for." And proceeded to start pumping hips forward driving his swelling manhood into the back of my throat.

He grunted steadily using my mouth for his carnal pleasure. My mind went numb and my body went slack as the assault continued. With a long agonized groan the large man forced my face into his pubes while filling my mouth with copious amounts of his spunk. Unable to swallow the pressure forced his cum to spray from my lips around his pulsing cock. The mans cum filled my nasal passages and sprayed from my nose.

"Oh yeah bitch," he howled pushing me away so hard that I crashed into the toilet before collapsing to the floor gasping desperately for breath, "damn that was great." Leaning down he gripped me roughly by the hair again to pull my face around to his. 

Sneering with contempt he made a show of clearing his throat. Holding be there beneath him the bastard spat the contents into my face. With a flick of disgust he released me to sink simpering back onto the cold wet dirty floor. The mans laughter echoed about the toilet block as he left.

Gagging on cum, shaking uncontrollably I slowly gathered my clothes and awkwardly dressed myself. Using my sleeve to wipe away the majority of cum still sticking to my face I staggered from the toilets grateful that dusk had come. 

As I stood in the door way calming myself and trying to steady my shattered nerves I noticed that there were other men loitering in the gathering darkness. Fear seized me and I ran. I ran as far as I could until I was sucking in deep breaths of cum tainted air. Not daring to look back I hurried on desperate to get home.

When I slunk into my apartment feelings of relief washed over me so suddenly that I collapsed. Feeling terminally unhappy I felt soiled, cheap and used. My clothes smelt. My breath smelt. I could still taste cum though couldn't tell whose. I shed my clothes into a pile by the door and crawled dismally to the bathroom on my hands and knees wearing only my soiled pretty yellow panties. 

Charles probably hadn't even noticed the panties I had worn for him. The brute that assaulted me certainly hadn't cared. I choked back sobs not wanting to cry . When I finally pulled myself up to the sink I noticed matter-of-factly that there was traces of cum drying about my lips, on my chin, in my hair. "Ooohhhh," I moaned scraping some away with a finger nail studying it intently in the mirror. 

Slowly passionately I enclosed the cum coated finger with my lips sucking away cum, hungrily licking the finger clean. Watching my reflection lick my lips wetly my finger delved blindly into my goo filled belly button. Giggling the cum covered finger traced my moist lips as my tongue darted out eagerly for a taste.

Sucking on the tip of my cum covered finger I sashayed to my computer to see if Charles had been busy. I felt that heady rush of excitement of seeing that there was an email from him. Opening it there was again no message, only the photo he had taken of me kneeling beneath him on the dirty toilet floor. A pic of me looking up with wide staring eyes and white gooey cum splattered all over my face. My back was arched and I was pleased to see that bum stuck out revealing the lovely yellow panties I worn.



Internet Meeting Ch. 02



"Now, I can look and see exactly what I've got." I moved closer and stroked her hair. After pulling it gently to gauge the length I said "Nice length for the moment. I'll let it grow a little longer, I think." My hand slid down the side of her head as I checked her ears, then cupped her chin. "Open mouth." She did.

"Remember, as a slave, nothing belongs to you, not even your body parts. If I want you to move a certain way, I'll say 'move head or lift knees'. I may say, for convenience, 'move your arm' - say. This does not imply it's yours. It's just a convenient way of identifying which body part is to move. Now, stay still while I check the slave." I examined her teeth and tongue, then pushed the chin to close the mouth. I squeezed the arm muscles - very weak - good and grasped her left breast. I felt the complete breast for lumps (and my pleasure) followed by the right one. Clear. I then gently rubbed the left nipple but squeezed the right one rather hard. She tensed but stayed in place. I then checked her stomach and back. I slid my hand down her leg, tested her calves and then tapped her foot. "lift."

After checking the ball of her foot, I told her, "down." moved around to the other side and tapped that leg. "lift." No problems with her feet. The calves and stomach needed work but that would come later when I started her pony work, assuming we suit.

Moving back in front of her, my hand slid over her mons. I rubbed gently then opened her with a finger. She seemed to move slightly backwards, then started to press against my probing fingers. As soon as I noticed this, I grasped a lip of her labia and squeezed hard. "Stay!" I ordered. I then let my fingers enter her vagina and caress the clitoris. Her breath started to pant as it became wet. "Don't you come without my permission, I told you everything belongs to me, including any sexual relief." Taking my hand away, I said "turn around, legs more apart and bend over until your back is horizontal. I will use the command 'present' to indicate this in future." I adjusted her position to my satisfaction, then said "remember this pose for next time."

I knew she was already wet but I slid my hand between her legs and rubbed her clit again. Withdrawing my hand I unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis. It was already hardening in anticipation. I guided it between her legs and into her vagina. Grasping her hips I pulled her onto me and started thrusting. I came quite quickly and kept it in until I'd finished spurting. Once I'd finished, I pulled out and told her. "turn and drop to your knees." As she did so, I pointed to my penis and said "lick it clean and do a good job. Don't bother to try to get it hard again, this time."

I stood there, with my penis in her mouth and my own personal slave busily licking me clean. I had dreamt of this moment and it was as good as I thought. And, what was even better, this was just the start. She had finished cleaning it and lifted her head away. "Make sure you swallow properly." She did and licked her lips. "That's a good, obedient slave. Now 'stand'."

As she stood, I unfastened her wrists, turned away and said "stay." She stopped as I went over to the fridge, removed some fruit and placed it into an aluminium bowl. I placed this on the floor and said "eat". She walked across to the bowl and bent down to pick it up. "Stop. The bowl is on the floor. As a pet you eat off the floor. Kneel and eat from the bowl. Do not touch it with your hands. Your arms should be behind your back and are useless. Obey or be punished."

She stopped, then moved forward, knelt and leaned forward. With difficulty she ate the fruit from the bowl. After instruction, she licked it clean and then leant back on her heels. "Good. Stand." She quickly stood up and positioned herself into the normal position, legs apart, hands behind her back, facing me.

"Good, you remembered. This is the default position. But remember to open your mouth slightly. Every orifice is available to your master. You now know the basic attitudes. I will not instruct you further. If you get it wrong, you get punished. If you get it right, you don't. Be prepared."

"Now I wish to eat, so , 'heel'." I turned and went back into the kitchen. I stopped and turned to her. "make me a meal. You should find bacon, eggs and bread. I want grilled bacon, 2 poached eggs - 2 slices of bacon lightly cooked, eggs just done and three pieces of medium toast, no butter. I will be in the dining room. Don't forget to set my place properly. I will also need a pot of tea, black, not too strong. Use leaf tea with a tea strainer. No milk or sugar. After you serve it, wait to see if I have any other needs. Don't make a mistake. Now go and do it."

I turned and entered the dining room. A few minutes later, she entered carrying a cup, saucer and cutlery. As she went to place the items, I stopped her. "Remember place items or serve from the left, remove them from the right. Be as quiet as you can, and step back before turning away." She quickly laid a place for me. "As I am left-handed, I prefer my cup or glass to the left. Others would have it placed to the right. Go and cook the food now but bring the tea in as soon as it's ready." She returned to the kitchen. I took the paper and glanced at it while waiting.

After a short while she re-entered carrying a tray. Placing the tray on the table, she put a plate with the bacon and eggs at my place and a plate of toast near by. She then stepped back and waited. "Satisfactory for the present, pour a cup of tea, then stand on the other side of the table where I can see you. Remember -- slaves do not look their master in the face."

As she moved I began to eat. The bacon was cooked just as I like it but the eggs were slightly more cooked than I preferred. "Bacon just right, eggs over-done. I'll punish you after I've finished my meal." I ate the bacon and toast then put the plate on the floor. "clean the plate, then clear the table and wash the dishes. When you finish come to the lounge." I started out of the room as she moved across to the plate, hesitated, then knelt down and ate the eggs, keeping her hands behind her back. "Make sure you lick it clean" I said as I left.

While I waited for her in the lounge, I examined the items in my special drawer. There was a crop, 2 whips and a couple of leather straps. What to use for the first punishment? After trying the straps for feel, I settled for the lighter of the 2 whips. The handle was about a foot long and the lash two foot. Big enough to test her without the possibility of tearing her flesh. I didn't want to scare her off with a heavy whipping but I did need to show her that she would be punished, even for the smallest infringement.

This was where we find out how really serious she was. If she baulked at a little whipping, she'd not be able to take much bdsm treatment. While I wanted a 24/7 slave to serve my slightest whim, I also wanted to enjoy disciplining her any time I wanted to. Even if she hadn't done anything wrong!

She entered the room, slowly, I gestured towards the table. "Over there -- stand." She walked across and assumed the position. Good, she remembered, even opening her mouth as instructed.

"As you disobeyed my instructions about how I wanted my eggs, you will be punished. You have a choice- do I tie you up and gag you before whipping you or will you lie on the table, keep still and silent while I whip you? You may answer."

"I will lie still, Master and try to be silent."

"You realise that if you cry out, you will be punished for that as well? If I tie you, you may scream as much as you like or can without further punishment."

"I understand and will lie still." She replied.

"Good. Stand at the table, legs apart and lie flat on the table, keeping legs on floor, hands above your head." She did so. I adjusted her, positioning her so the curve of her bottom was just on the table. I took up my position to her left and said "I want you to count the lashes and thank me for each one. You will get six as it is the first offence. If you forget to count or thank me properly, I'll have to start again."

"Here we go." I raised the whip and brought it done smartly across her right buttock. The lash landed and curved around to her thigh. She jumped, grunted, and lay still. "One, thank you master." she said.

I waited, allowing her to anticipate the next before striking her left buttock. "Two, thank you master." Again, across both this time. "Three, thank you master." I looked at her, assessing the damage. I'd managed to place all three in a straight line across leaving a thin continuous red mark. The fourth and fifth I put at 45% on the left and right. She was grunting a little after each blow but no real noise. Nicely done. I lowered the whip and caressed her now very red rear. She jumped a little as I touched but stayed still. My fingers slid between her legs and into her vagina which was wet. She was enjoying the pain! I brought the last blow down. "six, thank you master." She still lay there, waiting for instructions from me.

I slipped my fingers back into her vagina, seeking her clitoris. As I caressed it, I said "You enjoyed that didn't you, you hot little slave? No real punishment after all. I might have to start whipping you for my own enjoyment rather than as a punishment for you. Perhaps NOT whipping you will have to be your punishment in future. We'll have to see whether you wriggle and beg for more when I use the crop or a tawse instead of a little light whip. Seeing as that's nice and wet, I'll enjoy it while you're laying ready."

So saying, I pulled out my penis and entered her without any ceremony. As I thrust in and out she started gasping and groaning with pleasure. When I started to spurt, I said "Slave may cum now." She convulsed and bucked as she responded. I emptied myself into her and held her hips to enjoy the feeling of my property writhing under me as we both came. After she went still, I withdrew, stepped back and told her to kneel and clean me. This she did with a rapidly developing skill and enthusiasm.

When she had finished cleaning me, I returned my penis to its place, zipped up my trousers and examined her. She was still kneeling, head slightly bowed, perspiration visible on her neck. I could just see her hobble chain pulled tight by her feet and the marks of the whip as she waited for my instructions.

"Stand, take off the straps from your wrists and ankles and place them on the sideboard, here are the keys, Then I will have a shower and you can wash me. Later we can check your pain tolerances with some clamps on the nipples and perhaps elsewhere. Heel." I turned and left the room, heading to the en-suite bathroom in the master bedroom. After dropping the straps, she quickly followed.

To be continued . . .



Internet Meeting Ch. 02



In the last part Franz, met her new guy on the dating site. He was called Jules and really seemed promising. Franz liked him very much and was prepared to sleep with him. All her passion, held over for so long with Tom, exploded. This was for real and not cybersex which was a poor substitute to gratify her deep passion. Although primarily it was very nice and exciting there came a point when she just did not want to do it anymore over the phone, they chose to split with the probability of meeting later when he could fly home from Australia and make it real with her. 

Now she browsed the chat page for some guy who seemed compatible, posted three of her best pictures and dearly hoped Mr Right would appear as if by magic.

After a number of chats getting to know guys, she soon interpreted whether they really wanted a meaningful relationship or just a one night stand or whatever. After giving herself to Jules completely, only to be dumped soon after, she realized her mistake; he wanted her just for the sex and later cruelly made that quite clear after he'd had his fill.

She felt upset and bewildered that after submitting to all his demands, some of which she hated like the anal stuff, he just dropped her. But one lesson learned; she'd not be so easy in the future and not so bloody naïve either.

After two more meetings which didn't turn out well - one guy who had an Audi and took her for a ride to a quietd spot in the country. It wasn't as if they had really got to know each other when his hands were everywhere. This was not the guy she craved for, a guy who just did not understand the ways of women, who fondled her everywhere and made vile suggestions into the bargain which did not go down well at all. Franz wanted the sex but not like this, she felt like a prostitute and that seemed all he wanted, without paying! At least, when she asked him to drive her back to the meeting spot he did. He apologized for what he did. He asked for a second chance. She said no and he asked if at least he could kiss her. She sent him on his way and that was that, she went straight home, changed her thong which he had soiled with his dirty hands, and showered. She wanted to wash away all memory of the incident 

But a friend, Lorraine said to give it another go. 'They are not all like that' she said so once again Franz, in desperation, got to talking with a guy called David, He had a good job in accounting and offered her the world, He said he loved the very sexy pictures and as soon as he saw her, he knew she was the girl for him. He said he had a plane and would fly up to Burnley and give her a spin.

He did seem very promising - he was nice and had a very nice way with him online when they conversed over skype. He was about 45 just three years older and although his story about owning his own airplane seemed fictional, he did seem sincere.

'Give it a go' Lorraine said. 'He sounds good to me, if you don't date him I might, so get in there!' It was alright for Lorraine she had made a very special catch with Jimmy on the let's be friends web site but she was still a minx and had played the field several times.

David was quite tall, about a foot taller than her. On meeting her at the airport reception area he hugged her warmly and kissed her on the cheek. His approach was very warm and immediately she felt comfortable with him 

Could this possibly be Mr Right?

It is amazing how they just took to each other, exchanging intimate details of one another's experiences, David recalled how it was for him taking a new girlfriend to see a movie. How they were both so naive in the ways of sexual stimulation. Feeling her warm kisses brush his cheek he hugged her and felt her hand rub his stomach as their kisses grew more passionate. As if by instinct he placed his hands on hers and moved it downwards. They were both on a wonderful new learning curve and he felt the surge in his pants as she enjoyed massaging him there. 'It was divine' he said but when the girl undid his zip, he placed his coat over his lap so she could enjoy him to her hearts content.

He vividly remembers the first time he felt a blow job.

Franz., spurred on by David's candidness, said that her first sexual experience was also in a cinema, when she first realized just how good it was to be massaged over her breasts and French kissed simultaneously. She too experienced her first oral of a brand new boyfriend and remembered his response. They never bothered to see the film, instead they found a quiet place in an old disused entrance and it was there that she lost her virginity.

"Nice one' David smiled. I hope you still have some left for me after all those years.

She smiled. 'We shall have to see how the water flows under the bridge' she responded.

'Well my bridge is in order' he said in a very provocative tone and she knew she would soon be his.

It followed that once home at his place he wanted t make her quite comfortable in a huge double sofa.

'First we get rid of Toby' He said Toby was his guard dog and woe betide anyone who tried to break in.

'The garden is for you this afternoon Toby, Franz and I have some special needs.'

'Special needs, I wonder what they can be?' Franz said making herself comfortable on the sofa and displaying a gorgeous pair of black stocking thighs to her catch.

Of course, David made no secret about how her legs aroused him and she knew it, crossing her legs very sexily and using her feminine know -how to make it as alluring as possible.

'You are some woman, Franz you really are' David as aspired.

"I have had plenty of practice being a woman" she chuckled.

'And plenty of practice in discovering how best to tease and arouse a guy of your choice?' he added.

'Perhaps' she teased - just allowing David a mischievous glimpse between her legs.

"Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous' he said. And she could tell there was something lurking there in his chinos. He looked good and although he was very cultured he knew how to create a spark for a delightful introduction to a sexual extravaganza.

'Come here' Franz said. She knew what she wanted. She had a lot of making up to do having waited for Tom for so long, now she could practice her pleasure for real and at that moment dear David was very real indeed.

He stepped over to her, stood there in front of her and soon her small beautiful hands were doing their job, first gently and smoothly over his chino's and then, as her interest grew, she took time to tease him by gently unzipping his chino's, zipping up again and then finally down all the way where she found her bundle of pure unadulterated joy.

She stroked him, jut over his boxer shorts, whispered if that was alright, His reply was a gentle nod and the ominous sound of his response as he nudged it out a bit more to reveal his full stance. That stance was soon uncovered with gentle teasing fingers and out popped her delight. So very full ad wonderful, the feel so warm and pliable, she helped him drop his chino's so he could get a better perspective of real feminine wanting, Her lips offering to brush him there, just enough to so delicately tease his glans in a wonderful warming way. Her mouth opening to offer him a welcome inside and of course he took full advantage, helped by her gentle fingers circling and guiding him where her tongue was waiting with vibrant ardour. 

She was making up for all those times of pretence over the telephone when she let Tom hear her suck her thumb whilst he fantasized it was him. Now she was thinking just how uncouth that was as she tasted David for the first time. It was so easy to spoil her guy, she wanted that, she wanted to give him the flame which would result in the most satisfying of fucks, a fuck not created, as with Tom by the vibrations of her fingers as she heard him masturbate; but a fuck which grew from pure lust and need, where he would take her almost violently because that is what she needed.

!Call me a slut' she commanded as the intensity grew into a mutual oral experience and they were both completely taken by the spell of mutual sexuality which brought out the animal instinct. Whilst she purred for Tom over the telephone and he grunted like a lion, David was different. His deep breathing seemed much more arousing just as it was when he slapped her ass several times and called her a fucking prick teaser. But Frank was in his element; she was thinking as he started to thrust his prominence deeply into her, there could be nothing to sexually better this.

She enjoyed his fuck and asked for more when he'd cum. But he wanted time to recover, she'd fix that and no mistake, because there was her mouth again engulfing him until once more he rose to the occasion, Franz was quite competent in her method of foreplay. Something she had learned in her adolescence with the guy she aroused in the back seat of a cinema, when she had her first touch of sex feeling it grow profusely in his jeans to the massage of her fingertips.

It was still there, but now with the added experience of being with several guys, not guys she just took to bed for the sake of it, but guys that had to meet her criteria, it was to be a full package and she really had to fancy the guy both emotionally and physically, enabling her to give of her very best.

It was like that with David. And yet after all that he turned out to be guy who did not return, mainly because she wanted a commitment and he didn't. He said he'd give her the sex she wanted ant time but that's all.

So the next time he phones asking for a date on the lines of a 'history repeat' she said to fuck off and that was the end of David's story...

But she knew she had to move on, she put everything down to perspective and what is meant to be is meant to be, she felt sure in the end either Tom would turn up on her doorstep or there would be another guy to discover. Which was always exciting and thrilling? They were all beckoning, on the dating page and she'd wasted no time in choosing another.

After all she was 42, still I he prime and needed the love of a good man.



Internet Meeting Ch. 03



Now that I had a taste for it I wanted more. 

Charles made me retell my version of our toilet block adventure for him. My sissy clit twitched appreciatively when Charles sent me this, "Princess it was sensationally erotic to see you on your knees in that squalid place wearing those pretty panties for your Master. Now Princess twice you have proven to your Master that you are willing to perform for Him. THREE times' a charm Princess."

My knees went weak as a rush of ecstasy swept through my body. If I hadn't been sitting I would have fallen down. "THREE times' a charm..." I whispered giddy with anticipation. The memory of Charles' cock spurting jets of hot cum over my face made me swoon with gurlie boi glee.

In a daze of over stimulation I responded, "Please Sir, make Your Princess charming!"

Charles responded promptly. The tone of his no nonsense email was curt and demanding, "Princess, you will be at this location. Wearing this. Tomorrow!" The email contained two attachments, one a map with an address and instructions, the other an image with a link to a website. The location was intriguing, the image spell binding. 

Ignoring the map I immediately went to the indicated web page to read enthralled, soaking up every detail of "Palace Alice". Alice in Wonderland, Charles wanted me to be his Alice in Wonderland Princess. I sat spellbound staring dreamy eyed at the image of a young woman wearing the briefest of costumes. The photo radiated innocence and sex. Before long my mind had superimposed my face over the young woman's and my sissy clit tingled knowingly. 

Charles wanted me tomorrow so there would be no opportunity to order the costume anonymously over the net. I would have to go to the local store address listed. Staring mesmerized at the photo I convinced myself I could do it and went to get dressed. 

Without thinking to far ahead I bathed and donned my most average looking street clothes over a pair of comfortable cotton panties with lovely pink ruffled edging. I hesitated before re-inserting my anal plug but was becoming used to the way it made me walk. Dreamily I couldn't see why it would be an issue.

Smiling knowingly, I had to restrain myself from skipping down the street. My heart skipped a beat when I discovered the store front tucked away amongst a row of cluttered shop fronts. Trembling with gurlie anticipation I waltzed in from the bright sunlight into the stores gloom. The inky gloom gave the shop an aura of mystery that sent a flash of awareness through my heightened senses, I was about to become a real Princess for Charles.

"Can I help you?" the young woman's voice startled me and I gasped dramatically. She giggled in response waiting with wide smiling eyes for my reply.

"Er no no," I mumbled adding lamely, "Just looking." 

"Okay," she chirped, "Call if you need anything." I watched dumbly as she slipped effortlessly away through the cluttered aisles.

Taking a deep breath I started to shyly seek out the costume from the web page. There didn't appear to be any rhyme nor reason to the shops layout and I found myself wandering about confused. Just as I was about to shriek with exasperation a female voice interrupted, "Not easy to find things in here," it reasoned calmly.

Turning abruptly I found myself face to face with an older woman. She held my gaze waiting for me to answer. "Ah no," I croaked trying to shake off my building frustration. 

"Are you looking for anything in particular sir?" she inquired politely.

Her voice soothed me but I was far too nervous to admit the object of my search to her. She watched me serenely as I struggled for the right words eventually reaching out and gently tugging the slip of paper from my hand. I held my breath as she unfolded the page holding it up to the light to see better. 

"Ah yes," she murmured quietly, "Palace Alice, very popular choice sir." She turned her gaze upon me once more and I felt myself melting before her eyes unsure whether to be excited or deeply ashamed.

This woman sensed my confusion and smiled warmly before whispering with a conspiratorial manner, "Is this for you sir?" And when I gasped she added mischievously, "Or for some one else?"

Flustered, "I, I, I," was all I could manage as the kind lady slipped her hand beneath my arm and gently directed me towards the far side of the shop. I licked my lips and swallowed hard when she stopped me before a mannequin dressed in the costume I was seeking. 

"I think you will find this is what you are looking for sir," she announced far too loudly, reaching out to rearrange the hem. The mannequin was a blonde with little in the way of breasts that still strained against the thin material of the costume. I blanched at ever having thought that I could wear such an item. My matronly assistant seemed to grasp my reticence and whispered knowingly in my ear, "Don't worry so sir, we have fit plenty young men into this outfit."

I dared to look to see if she was for real or teasing me. She held my look nonchalantly, her face a neutral mask. Looking away for inspiration and the will to admit the costume was for me I started slightly when she called out, "Geraldine darling get me one of these in a ten will you please."

Not knowing where to look I took a long shuddering breath when her fingers slipped about my arm and with a firm grip directed me towards a curtain at the back of the shop. "Please step in here sir," she cajoled me sweeping aside the curtain and propelling me inside. It was a large well lit space for a shop change room with one chair, a clothes horse and several mirrors. 

As she pulled the curtain closed the kind lady poked her head back inside to announce, "I'll just see what is keeping that Geraldine."

Flummoxed I didn't know what to do with myself. Dithering between removing my clothes and fleeing from the shop I was jolted out of my reverie by an arm thrust between the curtains holding a "Palace Alice" costume. "Here you are sir," the woman sang out from the other side whilst waving the garment to get my attention. 

Hesitantly I accepted the costume winching when she sang out again, "Will you be requiring any assistance sir?"

"Uhm, no no," I managed to stutter embarrassed.

"Just call if you need me then," she answered assuredly, "those things can be difficult to get on the first time."

To the sound of her heels clicking away I turned towards the nearest mirror and held the costume before me. Thinking of pleasing Charles I took a deep shuddering breath and set the costume delicately down on the chair. With a quick check to make sure the curtain was closed properly I set about disrobing. 

Just as I was stepping out of pants the woman's arm thrust through the curtain startling so much that I shrieked. The arm was holding out a white petticoat and the woman was saying something about it not being part of the package as I struggled to get my trousers back on. 

As I pulled them up to my hips the woman's head suddenly appeared and in a concerned voice inquired, "Is everything alright sir?" She asked it innocently but I flushed a deep red turning abruptly away so that she wouldn't see that I was wearing panties. 

"Yes yes," I squeaked obviously flustered and becoming some what distraught. 

"There there now sir," she murmured quietly slipping through the curtain and into the room. I held my hands up comically in an act of modesty that brought a small smile to her lips and a glitter of amusement to her eyes. "Now really sir," she assured me, "no need for all that. We really do fit plenty of young men like yourself into these costumes." 

I stared at her shocked and dumbfounded as she advanced on me to gently but firmly take my wrists and move my arms to my sides. My head sagged forlornly as the woman took control. 

I didn't even dare to move when she pulled open my trousers before squatting on her haunches dragging my pants to the floor. I felt my entire body flush red as my cotton panties came into view and was stunned when she appeared to ignore them altogether. "Come now sir," she prompted from her heels, "step out of these for me." 

In a state of awed confusion I did as she requested. She expertly drew my trousers off, folding them as she rose. She stopped half way to stare pointedly at the wedge the cleft of sissy clit made at the front of my panties. Tilting her head to one side she acknowledged matter-of-factly, "Aren't those pretty sir." 

With practiced efficiency she removed the costume from its hanger as I gawked in stupefaction at her off handed manner. As I gaped she detached the corset and held it out for me to step into. "Better to pull these things up than the struggle getting them over your head sir," she advised knowingly.

Trembling slightly I stepped uncertainly into the bodice allowing her to pull it up into place. It was a tight fit but she assured me that it was better to be tight than loose. I nodded my head dumbly in agreement as she moved behind me to begin the task of lacing the corset up. 

"Deep breath sir," she sang out pulling on the laces tightly, "now exhale." As I exhaled she tightened the laces more the corset pulling in snugly about my waist. "Hold it sir," she cautioned as she deftly knotted the laces encasing my torso in boned satin.

It was so difficult to breath I was forced to pant. Ignoring my discomfort the lady retrieved the skirt and once more slipped onto her haunches to hold it open for me to step into. With expertise she pulled the skirt up into place deftly zipping the garment up after arranging it into its proper position. 

She was humming quietly to herself as I watched my transformation in the mirrors. Like an automaton I stepped into the puffy petticoat when she held it open for me. I stared transfixed as she fluffed out the edging after pulling it into place. Stepping back she beamed with delight telling me, "Oh sir that looks wonderful." With a more formal tone she added, "The petticoat is a must sir but it isn't included with the costume." 

In the mirrors I could see myself from all angles. I stared captivated, enthralled. I barely noticed as the sales lady slipped out through the curtain. Stepping up onto my toes I performed a hesitant twirl gasping at the flash of knickers that showed when the skirt and petticoat flared out. Still finding it difficult to breath I watched myself bend at the waist and nearly swooned at the sight of my pantied bottom framed in the lush lace of the petticoat.

The sales lady returned to find me posing like that. She chuckled kindly when I yelped stumbling as I righted myself. "You look lovely sir," she assured me while holding our a pair of white lace ruffled panty shorts, "may I suggest these to complete the ensemble?" 

She nodded her head encouragingly as I reached out tentatively to brush my fingers over the luscious material. Melting into her calm eyes I murmured dreamily, "Oh yes please."

As I panted and trembled with desire this lovely woman knelt before me and lifted the front of my petticoat and skirt. Gently she slipped her finger nails beneath the waist of my panties and pulled them down, holding them for me to step out of. With professional ease she folded them and set them aside before holding the ruffled shorts open for me to step into. 

I quivered as she slowly slipped the luxurious panties up my legs, the material dragging seductively over my bare flesh. I couldn't stop my gasp of surprise when this woman delicately folded my sissy clit back into place between my legs before slipping the panty up over my bum. I stood stalk still as she adjusted the lacy shorts terrified that she would inadvertently discover my other secret. 

Just then the curtain was flung open exposing me to the entire shop. I stood stunned, frozen to the spot as the sales clerk Geraldine stood there holding out some merchandise smiling as nothing was amiss. "Really Geraldine," hissed the sales lady briskly rising and taking the proffered items from the silly girl before firmly pushing her back into the store with a, "you must learn to be more discrete!" 

She turned and gave me a very contrite look, stating wearily, "it is so difficult to get good help these days sir."

With out wondering if that was an acceptable explanation for me she promptly resumed her position before me while removing a shoe from its packaging. "Lift," she commanded tapping my foot lightly, still dazed from Geraldine's visit I dutifully lifted the indicated foot so she could slip a black woman's style high heeled shoe onto my foot. Forced to stand awkwardly on the one heal and my other tip toe I could only stare mystified as she pulled on what I was soon to learn was a shoe cover and lace it into place. 

Trance like, I lifted my other foot for the same treatment then tottered before her from the unfamiliar height. A long "aaaaahh," escaped my lips as she allowed her nails to lightly rake my calves as she rose and stood before me. I was gasping and swaying slightly as she smirked with knowing delight at the effect she was having on me. 

Holding my eye she blindly adjusted this and that of the costume allowing her hands to travel possessively over my body and beneath the skirt. When her fingers grazed across my bottom I tossed my head dramatically groaning with passion. 

"You make a very fine Alice sir," she murmured exuding secret knowledge on the subject as her nails dug suggestively into my lace covered bottom.

She watched me closely for the effect her words would have. I flushed slightly beneath her scrutiny and murmured a quiet, "Thank you Miss," back.

Her smile turned wicked as her fingers slipped between my bottom cheeks to rest knowingly over my friend. She chuckled throatily as a couple of well placed pulses from her finger tips top my friend had me dancing before her.

"Oh yes sweety," she purred, "you make a very wonderful Alice indeed."

With out further comment she reached for a blonde wig in a bob style. "Kneel for me please," she instructed me, tapping her toe as she waited for me to comply. 

Dutifully I sank to my knees before her and allowed her to fit the wig to my head. Next she placed the matching bow head piece on before stepping back to admire her work.

"Very nice," she exclaimed happily offering her hands to help me stand. "Yes yes, just the right touch to complete the look. You look divine," the sales lady declared very pleased with her efforts. 

I hardly recognised the reflection in the mirror even though I knew it was me. The heels streamlined my legs making them look sensational from my ankles to my bare thighs disappearing into a fluff of lacy petticoat. The petticoat and skirt flared out provocatively from where the tightly laced corset drew my waist in. It looked sensational and left fabulous. 

Caught up in the fantasy of the moment I attempted a twirl which ended up with the sales lady saving me from crashing to the floor. With little effort the woman righted me until a swayed only slightly precariously on the heels. Steadying me with a firm hand she suggested that I take my time and get used to the new height. 

"Oh thank you," I gurgled shocked at how far down now seemed, "thank you for everything." I gushed so very relieved that she had made the entire experience so wonderfully easy.

"Oh you are so welcome sweety," beamed at me, "now take as long as you wish to climatise. Call if you need anything and I will see you outside. Now I have something I must attend to." She added archly and swept out through the curtains.

As I carefully moved to check out my costume from every possible angle I heard "Geraldine," screeched loudly outside in the shop. Turning to listen it was followed by a curt angry order of, "Come with me now!" A squeak of fear and perhaps pain was followed by a slamming door then deafening silence. 

A trembling shiver rippled down my spine as I realised Geraldine was probably in a lot of trouble. Listening intently I could hear no more. I struggled to remove much of the unfamiliar costume even after stumbling to the floor. Once everything had been removed and I was in my own clothing I slipped out of the change room into the gloomy shop. The sales lady was behind the counter humming quietly to herself ignoring me as I approached. 

With a deep long drawn breath that fluttered her eyelids she turned and smiled serenely at me. "Well sir," she breathed passionately to me, "what is your pleasure?"

Slightly perplexed by her manner and the far away look in her eye I stuttered confused, "I wish to purchase the costume Miss."

With another long breath and a heavy sigh she conceded, "Yes sir, of course." Wistfully the woman then reached beneath the counter and fumbling under her skirt she unceremoniously hauled her clerk Geraldine up from there. Holding the fear shocked teary eyed girl by the ear she hissed, "Get the costume for this gentleman you silly brat." And with a vicious twist sent her spinning on her way.

Geraldine winced and scurried away to comply. As she left I saw that her skirt was raised at the back and even in the gloom of the shop I could see that her panties were about her thighs. Her exposed bottom was crisscrossed with angry red welts. I felt a pang of compassion for the poor girl as she shuffled away to complete her task. 

Nonplussed the sales lady asked me languidly, "Will that be cash or charge." 



Internet Meeting Ch. 03



On reaching the bedroom, I quickly undressed and entered the bathroom with Sheba still at heel. "Put on a shower cap, I don't want to have to mess about drying your hair." I also put one on myself for the same reason.

I entered the shower and turned on the water. The unit was one of the fancy ones, designed to deliver water at a pre-arranged temperature and it quickly settled at the temperature I preferred. I turned and beckoned her in. "Make sure you bring the sponge and soap. I'll just get wet ready."

She picked up the sponge and soap and entered the cubical. It was a generous size and there was plenty of room for her to move about around me. I washed my face and then stood, legs apart and arms down. "Now, start washing, top down. She rubbed the soap on the sponge and started to wash me. She first began at the neck, shoulders then arms. Then the chest and back. She hesitated a little then washed my bottom and thighs, avoiding my genitals. She then did first one leg, then the other. Kneeling on the tiles with the water cascading off her back, she gently touched my left foot. I lifted it for her to wash, then the right foot.

When this was complete, she returned to my groin. She cleaned my penis and then very carefully wiped the testicles. After doing this, she stood up, looking at my chest and waited.

"You did that well. I'm pleased. Now quickly wipe yourself down and you can then dry me. I stayed in the shower until she had quickly washed herself and then I stepped out. She followed and went to get a towel off the rack. She then dried me, again leaving the groin until last. When I was dry I took a fresh towel and dried her, muttering "Must keep the slave in good condition. We don't want a chill."

Dropping the towel on the floor, I went in to the bedroom and walked over to the dressing table. Sheba came into the room after hanging the towels without my ordering her to. Should I punish her for initiative? No, not this time. Later I might make the point -- I make the decisions not her. We will see.

I opened the top drawer and began to pull various items out of the drawer. Several clips, clothes pegs, chains and locks. Placing them on the top, I selected a pair of clips which were joined by a short chain, I said "Come". Sheba came over and stood in front of me. She had remembered to take the stand position. So far she had needed almost no correction. This made it difficult to think of a reason for punishment, only the eggs had been at fault.

I stood and looked at her for a few moments. Considering that I'd never seen her before today, she was working out well as a slave, I had used her for sex twice already. She had remembered the various positions to take first time and I was about to inflict pain on her just for my pleasure. Life was good. Before starting I walked around her, re-examining her body. Yes, I was very fortunate. Even though I'd had no chance to see her before our meeting, she was well built and a joy to admire. No flabby bits but not too muscular. Firm small breasts, pleasant face, narrow waist and nice swell into the hips with a pert, firm bottom, still carrying the fading remains of the earlier whipping.

Stopping directly in front of her I opened the first clip. I gripped her left nipple, rubbing it in my fingers to get it to swell up and firm. When it did so, I set the clip on the nipple, twisting gently to settle it. She gasped a little as the clip gripped but did not pull away. "steady." I said and bent down to take her right nipple into my mouth. Sucking slowly at the nipple brought it out and firm and I quickly fitted the other grip on it. I stepped back to admire her breasts. The clips had pushed into the nipples and the chain hung between. Pulling the clips to ensure they were seated properly made her purse her lips but she did not make any noise.

She was taking it well. To increase her pain and my pleasure I fastened a row of clothes pegs across each breast, below the aureole. I managed to fit a dozen on each breast. Getting some more clips from the dressing-table, I knelt and fitted two on each labia. Once they were seated, I fitted some hawk bells to them and her nipple clips.

I sat on a chair and ordered her to walk around the room to the accompaniment of jingling bells. Calling her back, I picked up a crop and motioned to her. "Later I will train you to be a ponygirl but, just for now, We will work on 'high-stepping'. You'll need to do this when being used as a pony but there is no reason why you can't high-step around the house when I want you to."

"Stand. Now march on the spot, in slow time, lifting each knee above your hips." She began to march, lifting her legs but not high enough. I whacked her thighs as each leg was raised. "Higher! Higher!" As I said each word, I held the crop above the leg. If she didn't touch it, I smacked her leg with it and then held it over the other leg. "Make sure you lift enough to touch the crop. Now you are getting the idea." I moved the crop away and watched her. Each knee was being lifted high enough but they were not always to the same height. "Stop. You are raising them enough but you must make sure that you do it the same for each leg. Otherwise it looks a mess. Try walking around the room while you high-step. Concentrate on height rather than step length. Keep doing it until I say stop. Now, walk."

I stood and watched for a few moments. She was still being erratic. Finally, I walked alongside her, hitting the calf as it rose. "Up, higher, higher." After a few more minutes, "Stop. Stand." She stopped walking and took the stand position. "We will have to practice that until you can do it without thinking." I picked up a couple of small weights, attached them to the clips on her labias and went downstairs calling "heel." as I left the room, still naked.

We entered the lounge and I gestured her into the middle. "Stand. It's time to remove the pegs." Reaching up I took a peg in my hand and slowly opened it and then threw it onto the table. Her face creased up in effort stifling a groan as circulation came back to her skin. Once she had recovered, I released another. Taking my time and making sure she had recovered from each peg before removing the next, I slowly removed them all.

She had taken it well. I had deliberately taken my time, ensuring maximum pain but she had remained silent. Her breasts exhibited a long curved line of reddened skin where the pegs had been. I had placed them as close to each other as possible and the resulting line was nearly continuous. I reached out and rubbed the mark gently then leaning over her I kissed and licked her breast. When she started to move with the motion I stopped and said, "still! Or I'll replace them for the night." I then resumed my tongue's exploration, finally reaching a nipple clamp, I gripped it in my teeth and pulled. The nipple stretched under the strain, she gasped and I let it go.

Staring into her face, I slowly released first one clamp and then the other. Her face was a picture, relief at first then grimaces as the blood returned to the nipples. "Interesting the reaction isn't it? I'll leave the others for a bit longer, I've decided to take advantage and have music while I play. 'Present'." She looked for a moment then turned, bend down and opened her legs. "Excellent." I moved in closer and inserted my penis between her thighs, guiding it into her vagina. Taking a firm grip on her hips, I began to move gently in and out.

She was already wet and became more so. I could hear her starting to breath heavily and said "Remember not to come until I say." My movement turned into thrusts which became steadily more and more forceful. Her body moved back and forth as I pushed. Finally, all too quickly I ejaculated, as I finished, I said "Come now." With a gasp, she shuddered and climaxed. I withdrew and turned her around. "Kneel and clean me." Still out of breath she fell to her knees and took my penis into her mouth. Rolling her tongue over and under she quickly cleaned all the sperm off me and swallowed it. On completion she leaned back and released my penis.

I patted her head and scratched behind her ear. "Good Sheba." I said "Now stand up and I'll remove the other clips." Once I had removed them, very slowly, of course, I ordered "Go to the kitchen, bring a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Make sure the bottle has a screw top." Of she went and returned in a few minutes carrying the bottle and two glasses. "Put them on the table."

I followed over to the table and said "stand." She turned and came into position. I removed her collar and threw it on the table. "Sit down over there." I gestured as I sat .

Opening the bottle I poured two glasses and pushed one towards her. "Drink. You will have noticed I have removed your collar. For the moment that means I have released you from the status of slave and for the rest of the night you are back to being a human woman. Free if you like. Speech as well. As we have only started together, I want to discuss with you the 'scene' we have just finished. What worked, what didn't and how you felt. OK?"

She looked at me. "Yes, you can talk normally for now."

"Well" she said. "It was not how I expected it."

"How do you mean? Worse or better?"

"I'm not sure whether it was worse or better. Less painful at least."

"Yes, the punishment is difficult to gauge at the beginning. I have no idea how much you can take or want. It comes with practice. I deliberately engineered the punishment to show you both sides of the coin, so to speak. If you hadn't spoilt the eggs, I'd have found another reason."

"I was surprised to find I enjoyed the whipping, I think."

"Yes. It's amazing really. Done properly, you can receive harder and harder blows and yet enjoy and perhaps need even more. That's when you really become a slave rather than a submissive. You feel that you want punishment, if only to show that your master cares. It's a most peculiar conundrum. Sometimes the slave deliberately disobeys just to be punished."

We sipped our wine. Then I said "decision time. Want to continue? Not tonight, I mean the rest of the weekend. Tonight will just be social, sort of like a date."

"I'd like to continue. I am, sort of, enjoying it. Perhaps we should continue as before, rather than a date? I am afraid, I actually liked it."

To be continued . . .



Internet Meeting Ch. 03



Prospect of a threesome surprise?

Franz was not to be put off. On the dating page she'd managed up to now to sift just three prospective guys from the majority who plainly wanted just sex. True, although very nice and good in bed at the end of the day they did not tick her boxes and although, they did seem serious about a committed relationship, it seemed obvious to her afterwards that they just wanted some unadulterated fun.

That was fine, because basically she wanted some of that too after so long waiting for Tom, with whom she had done most every possible thing that could be done over the phone to gratify their sexual desires. But perhaps she had been too willing to the tune that she could easily have been put into the 'slut' category - unlike a guy who is considered to be just playing the field.

But she promised herself she would stick at it until she found someone that would really be promising. Eventually Brian turned up on her invitation list and immediately Franz took to him. Single aged 44 he looked just the right sort of guy she could spend time with, hopefully more. So she went for it and accepted his invitation to chat online.

He seemed to be on the level, but despite his asking several times for a meet this, time she wanted not to rush into something like she'd done before. If he was willing to wait then maybe he would be the sort of patient guy for her. A guy who plainly wanted more than just a grope in bed.

But after a few more keen exchanges on skype she fell for him because he was not like most of the others who vainly thought a girl only wanted a guy for that and insisted on sending pictures of their private parts. Those were the guys who don't fully understand the ways of women, she surmised. Those like her who wanted the full package and not just the sex. She could plaster the walls of her room with such obnoxious pictures, some of which were obviously touched up to make them look bigger. 

Eventually they met at Leicester Square in London; Brian escorted her in a wonderful tour of the city in his posh motor car. They shared their like likes and dislikes this time face to face, their culinary preferences - when he treated her to a lavish meal and wine at one of the best restaurants. He was indeed keen to impress and he certainly took her heart. Once again she felt herself warming to him in reality and not just simply an image on skype. And soon they were tucked away in Brian's very lavish lounge in a posh house in Richmond, Surrey.

Soon, they shared coffee. The atmosphere was electric. It was Franz who made the first intimate move, sidling up to him on the beautifully leather clad settee. She felt really excited about having met this guy and envisaged could he be Mr Right at last? 

"You know something Franz? You are a really beautiful woman and have a figure to die for."

As far as Brian was concerned she was easing the way to something more than just a kiss and hug on the settee.

He showed her some pictures of his family; His mother, father and two brothers. "This guy looks the image of you" she observed pointing. "

"He should, that is Ron my almost identical twin, Fraz." Franz felt that if this wonderful guy wanted to share family pictures then he means business.

"I would love to meet Ron your twin" she prompted.

"You will sooner than you think" he replied with a smile that sent shivers down her spine.

He kissed her lightly on the lips. She was well and truly sent by his sweet charm. It was easy to respond to a kiss which developed into a real big deal as her passion began to grow. She loved the way his tongue teased hers, she felt so good and warm in his arms and, as the kiss continued it was so easy and instinctive that she should guide his wondering hand under her short black skirt and along her inner thigh. He delighted at the feel of her so soft skin and thrilled when he discovered her stocking tops. She parted her thighs just a little encouraging him to go further and he did with passion and what seemed to be a mutual instinctive understanding of each other's needs.

"You are so beautiful, so feminine and attractive" he whispered in his sexy posh voice. She was thinking how lucky she was to have such a cultured guy as he ravishing her soul. This was it. Blow all the reservations she had made about taking it slowly in future. She was a real goner and enjoyed his kisses and his exploring fingers. It was like she was in another world. Now she was aching for him and she knew he was for her. She felt his arousal stiffen against her thigh, now parted from the other to allow Brian better access. He was having a ball and no mistake, completely involved in giving her of his best. He knew then he'd be fucking her. But he knew also his twin would be appearing on the scene, by mutual arrangement, when the time was nigh, when he had gotten Franz heated and primed. She was highly passionate.

Her kisses proved that and now her touch on him down under, teasing and gently massaging him over his trousers, nudging him there with a beautiful touch. They sunk into deep sensual French kissing, like they just couldn't get enough of each other. All the time Franz busy fingers worked on his stiffness, and unzipping she found her mark, it felt divine, so warm and thrilling, she remembered the odour of sex and just how that turned her on, something which was ominously missing when she did phone sex with Tom. This was for real big time, big being the operative word, she wanted more and more touching and they sunk into a wonderful oblivion as they enjoyed the touch of each other. It was heaven and Franz prompted Brian to massage her deeper by opening her legs wide, so that he could see her red thong which Brian had stretched aside as she found comfort and joy with his gentle explorative touch.

Then, curled up with each other on the settee, Brian's twin Gary appeared as if by magic. He coughed to announce his presence.

Surprised but still under the influence of Brian's deep passionate caresses Fraz hastened to pull down her skirt.

"Don't be concerned, this is Gary my brother "Brian said softly. "Gary, this is the delightful Franz I have told you about?"

"Delightful is an understatement" replied Gary looking prominently flushed.

"We share everything, do you mind Franz?" Gary said with a twinkle in his eye.

Franz sat up rigid. "Do you mean what I think you mean?" She gasped looking altogether not happy about the situation.

"I told you we are twins," Brian added, "and we like to share everything."

She declared that she had always been a one to one person when it came to intimate relationships. But Brian pressed his mouth to hers venturing a new French kiss and took her on another tour of ecstasy, his fingers teasing her once again there, feeling the moistness of her passion ;and already she knew she could not stop what was going to happen.

Halting the kiss for a second, Brian urged his brother to do something. Then, before smothering her lips again with his he whispered that she may just like what Gary could offer, all the time, keeping her aroused. She watched Gary so expertly drop his jeans and reveal himself to her, with a little gentle teasing to pronounce his masculinity. Like his brother, Gary he had the almost perfect physique which would be a credit for any willing girl.

Eyes wide open Franz looked. She was about to say something but again was stifled by Brian's busy mouth. But somehow he knew the soup was stirred favourably as Franz grasped him with such ferocity he was soon suitable exposed like his brother, and enjoying the moment. He'd felt the spur in his groin and her hand was there. He took a deep breath just let it flow, his cock rising promptly to the occasion, and then her mouth was there, sampling the taste and feel of his ripeness. 

Now each twin shared her scrumptious nipples and felt the passion in her being grow.

"But I really can't" she yelled seemingly wanting to stop but not making any effort so to do.

"It will be so nice just the three of us shearing Franz" Brian advised. "Let us try shall we? All you need do is kneel yourself on the settee on all fours and let us do the rest. You will like it you'll see." 

With some reluctance but further coaxed by Brian and now Gary who was exploring her behind, she relented, pouting her bum neatly to show the guys hers charms. 

Brian stood there prompting her to take his cock into her mouth again as Gary scrummaged with his finding the warmth of her femininity and soon he was inside her, just about the same time as she took Brian inside her mouth.

Very soon Franz relaxed and enjoyed the passion of two wonderful guys. Gary fucked her in a way she preferred, steeped and popped up for a deep insertion, his balls slapping against her cheeks every time he thrust. She took time to concentrate on one at a time, feeling the intensity of Gary's fucking. Then Brian, growing impatient wanted her mouth fuck and she discovered how best to enjoyed both simultaneously and it was so lovely. Something she could never have imagined was happening to her. Shortly the brothers changed over and Brian took her ass, first leaning down to suck her there, to feel the heat of well primed and deep fucked quinny. Franz mover her ass gently to enjoy his passion, feeling the intensity of his mouth and tongue brilliantly exploring her. Now Gary came to her mouth and again she was enjoying the passion of both brothers, cock in mouth and cock in quinny. She loved to hear the sounds of the lads as they enjoyed her. She loved the taste and feel of cock in her hand and teased his balls, bundling them in her hand as she took him deeper and deeper into her throat.

They fucked a while in that position and then changed each twin taking turns again to fuck her intensely by mouth and quinny. First she took their fucks on her back, and then she on top. 

Then came the climax. The first spurt came from Gary as Franz made a circle with her thumb and forefinger to grasp Brian and hold him back until she was ready to enjoy his spurt. By this time she was numbed with the fucking and to feel the sensation of each brother shooting his load of satisfaction was for her a real joy to behold.

She was a girl of high passion and had enjoyed the phone sex, but this was something so very different and nice and very, very gratifying and soothing because three times she came to the very hilt. 

"It was beautiful and so very soothing to have two guys enjoying you simultaneously" Franz told her fiend later. "It was something so very intimate and memorable."

"So will you be seeing Brian and Gary again Franz?" Her friend Josie asked.

"Seeing is the operative word. I shall be moving in with them as an item, or should I say 'items'" she announced quite boldly.

"Wow, talk about a double whammy, you have certainly found yours twice over."

It seemed very much at last that Franz had found her bounty. 

"And it is deliriously beautiful. I guess I have fallen for both of them, they are so alike in every way, even - well don't have to tell you do I?" 

"Sounds good to me, go for it, I hope it works out for you Franz, You deserve that."

But what of Tom who was still waiting in the background and now in a position to return from Australia and meet his online lover?

Next chapter; the role play is everything...



Internet Meeting Ch. 04



I tried to appear casual as I wandered about the busy mall wishing to remain anonymous, discrete. Beneath my attempt at normalcy my body seethed with frazzled nerves as I checked out Charles' appointed meeting place. Charles had selected a toilet in a quiet secluded corner of one of the upper floors. I hesitated at the door, casting a nervous glance over my shoulder uncertain yet driven by a need that consumed me. Seizing the moment when my need overcame my uncertainty I threw caution to the wind and slipped into the oversized glaringly bright sterile room.

Taking several deep breathes to ease my jangled nerves I locked the door and looked for a place to layout the various items in my bag. Gnawing nervously on my lip I slipped the Palace Alice costume out. My nervousness melted away as the wonder of donning this costume to please Charles washed like magic over me.

With a silly giggle I quickly proceeded to strip down to the lace ruffled shorts that I had worn to the mall. With a breath of surging excitement I slipped the costumes bodice up my legs wiggling my hips to help it into place. Already a snug fit I concentrated on my breathing as I cinched the lacing as tightly as the shop clerk had shown me to. Immediately my breath became shallow and dramatic.

The constraining bodice made me concentrate, my movements became more deliberate as I hurried to don the skirt and petticoat. The sensation of the satiny material sliding over my legs made me shiver and my gurlie clit tingle with a appreciation. I watched in the mirror as I slipped the petticoat over my ruffle covered bottom and fluffed it into place. I smiled knowing that the way my legs disappeared into the fluffy frill of lace would drive Charles absolutely mad with desire.

The shoes and ankle covers were difficult but I managed holding onto the sink to maintain my sense of balance as I adjusted to the height. With a sly smile to my reflection I placed the blonde bob styled wig on followed with the costumes blue bow to complete the Palace Alice look. "Aaaah," I purred to myself as beheld the creation of me in the toilets mirror. The costumes bright blue stood out in stark contrast to the bathrooms bright white sterility. Breathing as deeply as the tight bodice would allow I wondered silently if I really shouldn't have purchased breast forms to go with it.

I struck several poses as I whiled away the time waiting for Charles with every moment adding to my building desires. By the time the light rap on the door sounded I had slipped into a hypnotic like trance. In a dream I watched my hand unlatch the doors lock and slowly turn the handle opening the door to allow Charles to enter.

As Charles pushed into the room I stepped back swaying on the unfamiliar height of the heels. I held my breath as I waited for Charles to behold his sissy princess. His Palace Alice. Charles stood stalk still leaning against the toilets door as his intense gaze travelled critically over my body while I stood demurely before him. With a swirl of his finger Charles indicated that I should spin for him and tentatively I complied, smiling as I felt the skirt and petticoat flaring out slightly. In the mirror I caught a glimpse of Charles being startled by the flash of ruffled lace beneath, then a slight satisfied smile on the next spin.

I stopped slightly giddy facing Charles smiling hopefully. Charles stared his gaze unfocused, transfixed. Quietly his voice dead pan he ordered, "Turn around Princess and face the mirror." With a tinge of uncertainty I scampered about to comply. Watching Charles expectantly in the mirror I trembled when he continued, "Now lean into the sink and place a hand on either side of the mirror." His toneless voice and faraway look unnerved me but I dutifully complied.

"Don't move," Charles whispered as he moved up behind me. I went limp with submission. A little yelp escaped my lips as Charles' fingers brushed against my bare leg. His breath became heavy on my neck and shoulder. I moaned as Charles pressed his body into mine pinning me between him and the sink. I could feel the stiffness of his cock through the myriad layers of material between us.

Kissing my bare shoulder Charles pulled an item from his pocket, with great interest I watched surreptitiously in the mirror as he produced a blackout mask. Biting my lip apprehensibly I tired to make eye contact with Charles as he slipped the mask over my head and my world went black.

Pinned there in utter blackness I felt Charles rummage in his pocket again. Trembling with uncertainty I almost pulled my head away when his hand forced something rubbery against my lips. Relentlessly he applied pressure until I opened my mouth allowing him to slip an O-ring gag between my teeth. I gurgled concern as Charles sinched the gag tight before tracing my stretched lips with a finger. 

Silently Charles then began to fondle my Palace Alice costume as I took deep breathes to calm my dark world. I could only make appreciative or concerned noises through the gag as Charles' hands kneaded and caressed my body. A heavy hand kept me pressed against the cold sink as his other hand groped my pantied clit. Charles massaged me as I moaned and writhed beneath his possessive touch. My clit engorged straining against the satiny crotch of my ruffled panty. Charles' fingers seemed to dance over my sensitive clit until with a whimper I erupted filling my sexy panties with sissy cum.

My knees buckled as Charles continued to eke the last of my explosive orgasm, without the forceful hand keeping me pinned to sink I would have slide the floor. Stars glittered across my darkened world as I cooed my appreciation through the gag. Gooey hot cum seeped through my panties and Charles ignored it as it slide stickily down my inner thighs. A long shudder passed from my head to my toes leaving me legless. I leant my head against the cool glass of the mirror barely aware that Charles was busy behind me. I stirred only slightly when I felt a cooler air wash over my sticky clit as my cum soaked panties were rolled down my thighs. 

I groaned heavily into the mirror as Charles' fingers delved between the cheeks of my bottom and extracted the dildo plug I had inserted earlier. My sissy hole felt empty as Charles brushed the plug over my lips. Instinctively I tuned away but Charles would have none of it and I felt a surge terror, then lust when his fingers entwined in my hair pulling my head back viciously. With the weight of his body still pinning me to the toilet sink I could only whimpered helplessly through the gag as Charles forced the dildo plug past the O-ring and into my mouth.

As I moaned my displeasure as Charles' hand in my hair forced my face harshly into the mirror. With his free hand I left him loosen his trousers letting them drop to the floor. Charles must have gone commando as with a rush of reality I felt his rigid manhood pressing between the cheeks of my bottom. Charles was breathing heavily on my neck using his weight to hold me still as he kicked my ankles to get me to spread my legs for him. 

As my legs spread I began to suck on the dildo plug in my mouth for comfort, ignoring where it had recently been. Charles used his free hand to trace my cum sticky inner thighs and clit with his hard stiff cock. My body began to tremble uncontrollably as my mind went blank trying to imagine what Charles was doing to me. 

In another world I felt his erection probing my moist sissy hole knowing Charles' intent. It was then that I let my submissive nature slip me into the role of Charles' fuck slut. My body went limp. Charles' member pushed against my gurlie-boi cunt. With a long trembling sigh I pushed back against him, my shrieks of wild abandon muffled by the dildo and gag when Charles buried his large rigid cock to the hilt in my sissy pussy.

Charles' manly growl filled my ears as he ground his hips into my bottom. Uncaring Charles took me. Hard. He slammed his hips into my boi bottom as he thrust his cock deeply inside me again and again and again. I could only grunt beneath the assault as his driving need slammed me into the hard sink. Charles' fingers ripped at my hair as he thrust deeply forcing me to my tip-toes to accommodate him. Charles held me there as his cock pulsed filling my sissy twat with his cum. 

With sharp grunts and hard thrusts of his hips Charles pumped the remnants of his orgasm deep into my boi pussy before collapsing his weight on me. Weakly I hung over the cold hard sink as Charles' grip loosen on my hair and eventually his softening cock popped from my sissy hole. Labouring for breath Charles silently lifted himself off me as I swooned hoping that I must have pleasured him.

As I languished in post orgasmic euphoria Charles busied himself about me. It wasn't until the act was complete that I realised Charles had cuffed my hands together. Bewildered at first then stricken with fear I stumbled as Charles used the restraints to pull forward and I fell to my knees on the hard floor. Stunned by the suddenness I meekly crawled along as Charles pulled me across the floor. My breath trembled as I fought for control in the black silent world terrified by what I didn't know. A rattle of metal and a loud click made me freeze with fear.

I could hear Charles' breathing as he tidied and washed up silently waiting for his next move. My mind refused to believe what my ears heard when without a word Charles left the toilet. Charles had left me restrained, masked, gagged, dressed in a Palace Alice costume with ruffled panties pulled down about my knees as his cum dribbled from my gaping sissy twat. 

I was too stunned to think. Mindlessly I pulled apathetically against my restraints knowing it was hopeless. I didn't even think to remove the dildo plug from my mouth choosing to suck on it for comfort instead as I sank to the floor in despair.

I slipped into a catatonic state as I waited and hoped for Charles' return. When I heard the door open I looked up expectantly. From the smell I could tell it wasn't Charles. The smell was old. Rancid. My body began to tremble again as foot steps shuffled slowly towards me.

"Well, well, well," a cold harsh male voice intoned as the unknown person stood over me, "what have we got here then?" He asked himself before crouching down beside me. I flinched and pulled away as a hard finger with a ragged nail stroked my cheek. I squealed with fear as his hand lashed out to brutally grasp my head by the hair.

"Don't you fucking well pull away from me you stupid fucking cunt," he snarled with fetid breath while twisting my hair painfully. Meekly I could only mew my understanding trying to nod my head against the pain. 

I wailed into the muffling gag as the bastard then stood and lifted me by the hair after him. As I scrambled to gain my footing he slammed me harshly into the nearest wall. To make his point of utter control he slammed me bodily several more times into the wall. When was I a breathless sobbing meek mess he relented. 

Leaning so close I could feel his ugly breath on my face the horrid person sneered, "Now don't you look like a real nice bit of scrumpet." Making me feel dirty and loathsome as I trembled with disgust. I tried not to filch when his hands stroked my body through the luscious costume. I could only simper as brute fondled me pushing me this way and that as his fingers poked and prodded. 

I couldn't suppress a shudder of loathing when his hands slipped beneath the stiff lace petticoat to caress my bare bottom. I gagged on the dildo plug in my mouth when he reached between my cum slick thighs to grasp my sissy clit and meanly squeeze. He squeezed until I was whimpering and bucking uncontrollably. With a harsh laugh he then pulled back forcing me to bend forward at the waist.

There was a metal bar there for me to hold on to for my balance as the brute held me there bent at the waist my bare sissy bottom sticking out. I squealed again when his free hand slapped harshly onto my exposed cheeks. He laughed enjoying inflicting pain as he slapped me repeatedly still holding and squeezing my sissy boi clit.

The bastard would slap my ass then dig his nails into the bare flesh until I danced between the pain of that and the fire he was inflicting on my sissy clit. Another stinging slap and while his finger nails dug in cruelly he pulled back painfully on my gurlie clit while I screamed into the gag. He pulled until he could press his thumb against my boi pussy and held it there until it slipped in. "Oh yeah," he hollered loudly echoing throughout the confined room, "I am so going enjoy fucking this bitch!"

I almost summoned the courage to fight back when the fucker released my burning clit and dug both hands into my poor bottom. Spreading me wide he pressed his engorged cock against my boi pussy and with out ceremony forced himself on me. I shrieked with pain and horror as this unknown scum forced his cock deep inside me. My head banged against the wall with his very pounding thrust. The fucker ravaged my boi pussy for his pleasure fucking me senseless. He seemed to take forever to cum and by the time he did I was too numb to notice. 

When he finally released me I slumped to the floor spent. Used. Cum oozed from gurlie boi twat as I sat there crumpled. I could only moan wearily when I felt his blunt fingers fumbling with the mask. Blinking away the harsh bright light I found myself staring hypnotically into the eyes of my ugly horrid tormentor. He smiled lewdly and my blood went cold in my veins. Rigid with fear I felt my stomach churn as the reality of who had just taken me sunk in. 

His smile broadened lasciviously as he fed on his power over me. Trembling I mewed submissively as he tugged the dildo plug from my mouth tossing it aside. Giggling with boyish devilry the fat ugly man grasped my hair pulling me to my knees. The mans slick gnarly cock was protruding from his pants and without further ado he directed my mouth towards it. I stared in horrified disgust at the veiny monster as he pushed it past the o-ring gag and into my throat gagging me. 

The fucking mean bastard held me impaled on his cock forcing my face into his crotch until it spewed cum. Cum filled my throat and when he pulled back slightly his nasty cum filled my mouth. When he finally pulled his cock out his vile cum drooled from my mouth as he held me there swaying by the hair, stunned.

After a while he released his grip and turned to the toilet to piss. Chained to the bar next to it I could only sit there and shiver until he finished. Turning back to me grasped my hair once more and turned my face so that his still dripping penis rested on my nose. Giggling again he used my face to wipe his cock dry. As he brushed his filthy member over my face it hardened and his giggling turned to toneless humming as slipped his growing erection back into my cum gooey mouth. 

This time he rocked his hips slowly back and forth fucking my mouth until his spewed a weak dribble of cum onto my tongue. Before pulling out he forced me to look up into his eyes. Smiling wickedly he announced, "I think I'll take you home with me."



Internet Meeting Ch. 04



Note: This story is fictitious and meant for amusement only. It is not intended as a DIY BDSM manual, or to put it another way - don't try this at home! 

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"Very well, we'll carry on. I'll be a little more forceful. Kneel." I collected the collar and fitted it to her neck. "Stay." I said, while I went over to the bureau to extract some interesting items. I returned with my hands full.

"Stand and put your hands behind your back." I ordered. She complied and I fitted cuffs to each wrist, clipping them together with a brass padlock. I tweaked her nipples until they stiffened then clamped the two clips onto them, attaching a bell to each. "Open your legs." I attached two more belled clamps to her labia lips, stepped back to admire the view. "Shake the bells, let's have some music while we work." She shook from side to side making the nipple bells ring. "And the others." Twisting her hips and thrusting out her stomach got the rest of the bells to ring.

"Very pretty, now kneel." She did. I tied her hair into a ponytail and quickly fitted a leather strap around each thigh and leg in a 'frog-tie'. This meant she could not rise. I clipped a lead to her collar and moved forward. She followed with difficulty, see-sawing her legs, trying to move forwards while leg and thigh were locked together. I stopped, turned and said, "failure to keep up is punishable by flogging. Any excuse?"

She stopped, panted and then said, "But, I can't move quickly because...." She stopped because I'd jerked the lead and choked her reply.

"Your answer should have been just 'no master'. Right, then we'll fit some knee pads. If you stand on your knees and hands you should be able to move fast enough." I fitted a pair of knee pads and released her hands and lifted her onto her knees. This meant that her feet were up in the air and she was walking on her knees. "Now you look like a dog. As you're a female perhaps I should say a bitch."

I yanked her lead and ordered "Heel, bitch or I'll flog you 'til you squeal." As I walked forward, she hesitantly followed, legs rigid to the knee, the hands flexible but not a great deal of use. To help her forward, I swung the end of the lead at her buttocks. "Move faster, bitch. Keep up or you are on for 12 lashes for disobeying."

I walked in a circle, holding the lead. She huffed and puffed but managed to keep up, especially as I was using the lead to emphasize the need to keep moving. Finally, I said "Stay." and dropped the lead, going over to the bureau drawer and lifting out a small plastic dumb-bell. I unclipped her lead and rolled the dumb-bell to the far side of the room.

"Fetch. There's a good bitch, fetch!" As I spoke, I lashed her buttocks with the lead. She squealed and stumbled towards the dumb-bell. When she reached it she started to pick it up with her hand. "No! Dogs don't have hands. Now, put your paw down and take it in your mouth and bring it here like a good little retriever." I patted my knee as I said this as if I was coaxing a reluctant dog. Slowly she picked it up in her mouth and turned towards me. "Good dog. Bring it here." When she was about a yard away. I said "stop there, sit and wait for me to take it." I held my hand under it "drop it Sheba, there's a good little bitch." She released her grip and I took the dumb-bell. With the other hand, I ruffled her hair and rubbed behind her ear. "That's a good dog. Now let's try that again." I threw it across the room and ordered her to fetch it again. We did this several times until I said "That's enough. Even dogs get tired. Heel." She moved over and behind me "Good girl, now sit." She slumped down onto her bottom and started to sit upright. "No. Keep your front paws on the floor."

I stood and looked at her, she was puffing and panting after the awkward walking with her calves strapped to her thighs. I almost felt sorry for her, after all it was unexpected, suddenly being treated like a dog. "We have used you as a submissive and now as a dog or rather a bitch. Seeing as you are already on four legs, I think I'll move onto the next stage. Stay there while I fetch some more goodies." I went into the dining room and collected a nice new bridle and crop.

I quickly strapped the bridle on her face, pushing the rubber covered bit into her mouth and attached blinkers on either side to restrict her view. Dropping the reins over her back, I said "On all fours now my little pony. As we have very little room indoors, you'll have to be ridden. I can harness you properly when we work out of doors." I lifted my leg over her back and settled down on her rump, Taking the reins in one hand, I lifted my feet off the floor, dug them into her thighs, saying "Walk on."

She didn't move immediately, so I cracked her on the bottom with the crop. "I said, walk on." She walked, slowly. I pulled on the right rein, saying "turn with the reins." She walked in a circle, shaking her head as she felt the bit. After a few minutes, I pulled back on the reins, saying "Whoa." As she stopped, I lowered my feet back onto the floor and stepped off. "Sit." She sat back on her thighs, keeping her hands on the floor. "That's a good pony." I said, patting her back. I knelt down and unstrapped her thighs. She lowered her legs to the floor and stayed on her hands and knees. "Seeing as you're there I may as well use you." I knelt behind her and guided my penis into her. Holding her hips I thrust in and out, very quickly climaxing. "Turn around and clean me." I said. She turned and took my penis into her mouth. When she had done, she moved back and released me. "Now sit properly." I said "and put your hands behind your back." As she obeyed, I clipped the two cuffs together and ordered her to stand. 

Stepping back so as to see her clearly with her bridle and bit on, I was very pleased. She had worked well even though it was the first day. I'd included the dog and pony routine to give her a good feel for how she would be used if she stayed. I hope I hadn't put her off. But better finding out now rather than later.

I lifted the reins over her head, and pulling on them, led her back into the kitchen. Taking the bit out of her mouth and saying, "You could do with a drink, I think." I filled a stainless dog bowl with water and placed it on the floor. "Make sure you drink it all." I warned as I prepared a glass of wine for myself, watching her getting down on her knees and lapping the water. "Always use your bowl facing me." She quickly sidled around so she was facing me, without stopping drinking. I sat down at the table and sipped my wine while I watched. What should I do next? I know -- furniture.

When she finished her water, I got up and after unclipping her hands, headed for the lounge, saying "bring the bottle and my glass and don't spill any." Entering the lounge, I went to my favourite chair and sat down. She came and stood before me, waiting for orders. "Pass me the glass and bottle, then all fours next to my chair." I gestured to my left. "Here, head forwards." She manoeuvred herself into position. "further forward, I want your shoulders level with the front of the chair and you as close as you can to the chair. I don't want to stretch." After a few minutes, I was satisfied with her position. "That's fine. Now stay there and don't move. I'm putting my glass and bottle on your back as a coffee table. Spill any of it and you will be severely punished."

I put a wooden place mat on her back and set the glass down on it. After replenishing it, I put the bottle on the mat as well. After switching some music on, I picked up the glass and sipped my wine while admiring my new furniture, convenient and mobile. When the bottle was empty, I thought I'd give her a break without making it obvious. Although she had swayed a bit now and then, she'd kept pretty still and my wine was unspilt. As this was early in our relationship, it might be a good plan not to make life too difficult, just yet. Plenty of time for that later.

I picked up the bottle, empty glass and place mat. "Stand up, take the empty bottle into the kitchen and bring another, screw-topped, oh and your bowl, go on jump to it, I've taken the stuff off your back." She got up, rather stiffly, and took the bottle off me. She soon returned carrying a bottle of wine and her bowl.

I took the bottle off her and said, "hold your bowl out." I opened the wine and poured some into her bowl. "Put it down in front of me and drink." She put the bowl down and, remembering to kneel facing me, proceeded to lap the wine. I poured myself a glass, recapped and put the bottle down, then sat back sipping my wine and watching her, on hands and knees, lapping like a dog. Oh, I do hope she decides to stay, she is just what I wanted, well-built, not too muscular and seems to enjoy pain. I looked forward to many happy hours like this.

When I had finished my glass and watched her trying to lick the bowl clean, I stood up. "Take the bowl and glass into the kitchen and wash them. Put the bottle in the rack, then come upstairs. I'm off to bed and you can keep me warm."

To be continued . . . 



Internet Meeting Ch. 05



This is the last instalment and I apologise for the wait. I'd written the previous four instalments before sending the first one in but I had difficulty in finishing the last. I hope you enjoy it. 

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As usual we have Male Dom, female sub, bondage, some punishment, pony play and general teasing of sub with Dom taking advantage of sub (as they do). Don't forget, this is fiction NOT a training manual!

Early the next morning, I awoke to the sun streaming through the window and a gorgeous hump of buttock immediately in front of my eyes. I admired the shape for a few moments and then, reluctantly, slapping it and saying "Get your lazy backside up and out of here. I want my breakfast now." A head appeared from beneath the bedding and a small voice said "At once, master, I await details of what kind of breakfast you require." Nicely done, I thought, not an excuse but a reason. We will see. 

"two rashers, one scrambled egg, done correctly, two pieces of toast, medium, and a pot of black tea, not too strong. Serve in the dining room. Make porridge for yourself -- 1 part oats to 5 parts water. Use a wine glass as measure. Bring to boil and simmer for one minute. Get to it and I want it in less than half an hour."

I stayed in bed for a few minutes after she left then went into the bathroom for a shower. Having dried myself, I dressed and went downstairs and into the dining room. She had laid out cutlery and cup. I sat down as she brought in my breakfast. She remembered to serve on the left. After serving the food she poured out a cup of black tea, stood across from me and waited. "Fine." I said "Bring your porridge in and eat it." I proceeded to enjoy my food. She had cooked the eggs correctly this time. She brought in her bowl filled with porridge, placed it on the floor opposite, knelt and began to eat. I had not tied her hair back, so I called her "Get over here, Your pony tail needs fastening, otherwise you'll get porridge in your hair." I tied the pony tail and told her to finish eating as I poured a second cup of tea.

"As this is the last day, I'm going to try you in harness. Normally I'd train you for several weeks before putting you in harness, but under the circumstances I feel that a sample of pony driving might be useful. Clean your bowl and take the dishes to the kitchen. You can wash up later. Come straight outside to the barn." I left the room and headed to the barn. While I waited for her, I sorted out the harness ready.

When she came in, I ordered her to stand in the middle of the barn. I fastened a broad belt across the hips, it had two thin straps mounted on top and two below. The top ones were led across her chest, between the breasts and over the shoulders. They dropped down her back and were fastened to buckles at the back. The lower ones were fed across either side of the mons and up to the belt. When secured these held the belt firmly. Her wrists were clipped to the belt. The bridle and bit she'd worn last night completed the harness.

I took hold of the bridle and walked across to the sulky, backing her between the shafts. Lifting the shafts, I fastened them to her belt and then fitted the long reins to either side of the bit, feeding the length onto the sulky seat.

Settling into the seat, I sorted the reins and took up the slack. "I said, normally I would work you for a while indoors to get you used to obeying the reins and pacing correctly. As we only have the week-end, I'll take you out untrained and attempt to give you a feel of being a ponygirl. Despite the lack of training, I will expect you to learn to obey the reins quickly. Pull to the left, go left. Pull to the right likewise. Pulling harder means turn more. Shaking both means speed up and pulling on both means slow down. If I continue to pull after you've stopped, that means back up. Remember, I control the direction; if you start doing it before I signal you'll be whipped hard and then driven blindfolded. Paces to be used, walk, trot and canter. Each is roughly twice as fast each time. Galloping will come later. I will use the whip if you are not complying correctly. It's up to you to figure out what you're doing wrong. Now then -- Walk on!" So saying, I shook both reins which I was holding in my right and struck her a light blow on the buttock with the whip in my left. 

Sheba walked forward and halted as the weight of the sulky came on the belt. Crack went the whip again. "Move it. Walk on." Leaning into the harness she started the sulky moving and I pulled gently on the left rein to turn the rig towards the door. She turned and then I loosened the reins to allow her to move forwards. We passed through the doorway with no mishap and I steered her to the right to follow the lane. Once straight, I shook the reins, "giddy-up." and gave her another cut of the whip. She jumped a little then speeded up. I kept shaking the reins until I judged she was progressing at an approximate trot. "That's the way. Now keep it like that." I praised. We trotted along the lane with the sulky bouncing a little on the rough surface. 

I let her taste the whip lightly and fairly regularly to keep the pace up but didn't use much weight. The early part of the lane was slightly up hill which made it difficult for her but soon we reached the top and the lane dipped down. When it did so, I call "speed up -- canter." She speeded up but not enough. Several lashes made her try harder and we cantered for about a hundred yards before she began to blow. I pulled the reins saying "Whoa there now, Whoa." Sheba slowed to a walk and then to a standstill. I climbed out of the rig and went to her. Holding the bridle, I rubbed her nose and played with her ears, while praising her for working so well. As I did so, she puffed and panted and tried to recover her breath. When she was breathing normally, I pulled on the bridle and turned the rig around to go back.

I climbed aboard again, shook the reins and called "walk on." One crack with the whip was all that was needed to get her moving back towards the barn. When we were about two hundred yards from the barn, I slowed down to a saunter, letting her cool off before we reached the barn. When we arrived at the barn, I climbed down and led her into it, praising her all the time. I led her into the middle, then backing her and the sulky into it's corner. Climbing down I went to her and patted her shoulder, praising her attempt at being a pony. I stepped back and looked at her. I was genuinely pleased, I had always wanted to possess a ponygirl and seeing her now, arms fastened behind, fitted with harness, bridle and bit, standing in the shafts of my sulky awaiting my pleasure; my joy was complete. Almost without thinking my hand had slid from her shoulder to her neck, rubbed her ear and then travelled down her arm, over the belt and was exploring her buttock. I brought my other hand up and caressed her breast, working slowly across towards her areola and nipple. Gentle stroking and squeezing quickly brought her nipples hard and she shuffled her feet while trying not to move under the stimulation. Relenting, I leaned forward and sucked on her nipple. As she groaned from my ministrations, after a final squeeze of her breast and buttock I released my hands then unhitched her.

Walking over to the tack area, I hitched her lead onto the collar and fastened it to a metal ring on the wall. Clipping her wrist straps together, I unfastened belt and straps, then removed and hung it up on the tack wall, as I did with the bridle and bit. When I took out the bit, she untensioned her jaw and licked her lips to remove some of the dribble.

I got a bucket of water and a large sponge, then began by washing her face and neck. I worked down Sheba's body, paying special attention to her breasts and vagina; after all that's part of the perks of having my own pony slave. I then washed buttocks and legs before drying her with a cloth, again paying attention to the interesting bits.

When dried, I ordered her to kneel and untied her hair. I brushed it using a large horse brush. It was rather tangled and I had difficulty removing the snags. Eventually it was finished to my satisfaction and I re-tied the ponytail.

Ordering her to stand, I untied the lead and after a quick "heel." led her back into the house. As we arrived, I removed the leash, released her wrists and ordered "Go to the kitchen, prepare a meal and inform me when it's ready. You'll find two chops in the fridge and make chips."

I took a book into the lounge, settled into my favourite chair for a quiet read while I waited. Interesting as the book was, my thoughts turned to the afternoon's activities. After her work as a pony I believed she deserved a rest. Well, a possible rest. I'll take her upstairs, onto the bed, and see how long she can go without coming. After all her work she deserves a treat. Nothing like a little sexual torment to bring a glow to a female slave's cheeks, all four at times! While I mused, she came in and announced lunch. Putting my book down, I went into the dining room to enjoy my meal. Without instructions to the contrary, she had prepared my meal only. After she served me, I told her to kneel at my side. 

While enjoying my meal, I fed some of the chips to Sheba. I held them out, allowing her to take them in her teeth. As she chewed. I cut some of the fat from my chops and then fed that to her. When I had finished, I pushed my plate away, emptied the cup and stood up. "Wash the dishes then come to the bedroom." I said as I left the room.

I went upstairs, had a quick shower and donning a bathrobe went into the bedroom to examine my toys. I straightened the duvet and attached four lengths of rope to the bed, one to each corner. They were fastened loosely. I'd tighten them later on Sheba. I put a fresh battery into a remote operated dildo and laid out some large peacock feathers, a few assorted tawses, crops and a light whip with multiple suede tails. They should provide some interesting options. As an after thought, I added a blindfold, several clamps, a couple of gags and some more rope.

Once these were sorted, I lay down on the bed to await my slave.

After what seemed an hour, I heard bare feet padding up the stairs and sat on the edge of the bed. As she entered, I said "Kneel". She obeyed, kneeling in the doorway. I waited a few moments then ordered "Come forward -- on hands and knees. Stop in front of me". She went forward onto her hands and knees and crawled towards me, her breasts swaying with the movement of her hands. As she drew near, I raised my hand and told her to kneel. She settled back on her haunches and placing her hands on her thighs with the legs well apart and her mound pushed forward, she looked straight in front with her eyes trained on my waist. I nodded in satisfaction, she was a quick learner and I was pleased with her performance.

I spoke. "You have been very good, so far, a quick learner and I am very pleased with you. If we agree to continue with you as a 24/7 sub or should we say, a full-time slave, As your master and owner, I would be in full control of your life. You would be expected to obey my every command, indeed wish, without hesitation, no matter what I order. Any resistance of any kind will be punished and the punishment may be harsh or gentle. In fact I may punish you sometimes just because I feel like it. You feelings will not be considered. Do you understand this? You may speak."

Staring at my feet, she said, in a quiet voice. "I understand my position and will obey you in all things."

I sat quietly for a few moments and then said " From your answer I believe you are prepared to stay. Is that correct?"

She nodded. 

"Please say it. We must be clear in this."

"Yes. I believe I am."

"As for that, we will wait until the week-end has finished. However one thing I must make clear -- While I will be your master and owner, there is some one else to consider." At this I opened the bathrobe, revealing my penis which was partially engorged. Pointing at it, I continued "He is also part of our setup. Your duty is to obey me but you must always consider him. You will ensure that he is always satisfied, he is the centre of your being, your god, to worship, if you like. Do you understand?"

She nodded, then realised and answered "Yes, sir, I understand."

"Very well. Whenever you are in this position and he is out, you will kiss his tip and caress the glans with your tongue and lips. You will then draw back a little and await further orders. If he is hidden, you may kiss his covering. Show me how you would do this." As I said this I opened my legs wider. She quickly shuffled closer, leaned forward and puckering her lips, kiss the tip. Then, opening her mouth, she covered the end and licked it. Giving it another kiss as she pulled back, she returned to the kneel position, licking her lips.

As my penis rose hard reacting to the caress I said "That was well done, remember in future. Now you will take him in your mouth and make him come, swallowing all his juices. You may try to do it as quickly as possible. While you are at it, I may get impatient and take over. As your hands are free, you may use them as well. Don't forget his little friends underneath, but bear in mind that testicles are delicate and easily hurt. If you are too rough you will be punished. Now begin."

She leaned forward, taking my penis in her mouth, licking and laving the glans to bring him hard before taking him further into her mouth and sucking while stroking back and forth. Once her mouth was in use, she caressed and stroked my testicles, weighing them at times as if they were a bag of plums she was planning to purchase.

When I was completely hard, I started to push in and out, trying to bury the full length in her mouth. She gagged a little as I filled her throat and I partially withdrew to allow her to breathe. She continued to work on my penis with increasing vigour and I could feel that I was ready to come. As I exploded, I thrust hard in as far as I could and emptying myself down her throat, withdrawing slightly to finish into her mouth.

I stayed in her mouth as she sucked me dry, swallowed all my come and then cleaned my penis before releasing it. As it left her mouth, she gave it a final kiss and leaned back, licking her lips. I patted her on the head and stroked behind her ears, saying "Well done. That was very neatly done." I stood up and rewrapped the robe around me, fastening the belt loosely. We both were breathing heavily and I said nothing until both had recovered. Then I put a towel on the bed and told her to go and lay on it.

Once she was lying on the towel, I spread her legs and tied both ankles, each to one corner, tight enough to keep her legs apart. Then I tied her wrists to the corners of the head board. She could bounce up and down but was stretched out firmly in a X shape quite unable to free herself. I then put the blindfold on. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stroked her face as I said "Don't say a word. Lay back and enjoy."

Taking one of the feathers, I started lightly stroking her breasts. I worked around each one then slipping across to the other. I kept repeating this, gradually increasing the pressure as I slowly made my way up towards her nipples. Once I reached them, I restarted the same sequence but using my fingers, lightly at first but then slowly increasing the pressure. This time I tweaked the nipples when I reached them and then took them alternately into my mouth.

As they hardened, I attached a pair of clamps to them and then switched my attention to her thighs. Starting with the feather, I stroked up one thigh, across her mons and down the other, again slowly increasing pressure. As she reacted to my tracking across her mons, avoiding her slit, I switched to using my fingers again. This time as I passed over her mons, a finger would stray towards her clitoris, touching it with a quick transit before continuing on towards the thigh.

Soon she was lifting her buttocks, trying to coax my finger further into her slit. I declined the invitation, I had further frustrations in mind for her.

Stopping the caresses, I took up the smaller flogger and swiped it gently against her breasts alternately. Again I worked from the outside towards the nipples, treating each breast with equal regularity. Again I slowly increased the impact until the breasts were being slapped firmly each stroke, at which I slid the flogger down her stomach on to her thigh and then used it on each thigh in turn. As I increased the strength, I started to strike her mons after each thigh. By this time I was striking firmly and she was writhing in response. 

I stopped using the flogger as her thighs turned a pleasant shade of pink and stroked her slit with my fingers, pushing one finger inside then two and then three. While I stroked her wet vagina I ensured that her clitoris was not ignored. I worked across each side and then concentrated on her increasingly aroused clit. Soon she was rolling from side to side, trying to bring herself off on my touch. Withdrawing my fingers, I leaned forward and used my tongue to lick her labia lips, then moving deeper into her entrance, I worked upward to caress the clit. By licking and sucking, I coaxed it out from the sheath and worked towards a climax. As she orgasmed, I stopped licking and returned to stroking her breasts and thighs with my fingers between caressing her with the flogger. 

By this time my penis was upright, hard and wanting to join in. I quickly climbed onto the bed between her legs and slowly entered her. As I adjusted my stance to allow full penetration, I could hear her panting with desire. I then began to thrust in and out, gradually working towards complete entry. As I did this, I leaned over and, using my teeth, pulled at the nipple clamps as I thrust in and released them as I withdrew. All too soon I ejaculated, filling her with my spunk. When I finished, I withdrew, climbed up her body and pushed my penis into her mouth, saying "clean it." 

Once I was cleaned, I released her from the bed, removed the nipple clamps, slowly, turned her over and fastened her arms across the back, at wrist and elbow. I pushed a vibrator into her vagina and then continued the roping down her back, and across her rectum, between her legs, vagina and up to her breasts. Just below her breasts, I looped the rope, continuing around her sides and back to the arms. Heaving on the rope, I pulled it tight and tied it. Turning her over onto her back, I tied her ankles with several loops of rope. Once these were fastened, I brought the rope between her ankles, tightening the fastening. I then turned the vibrator to low before attaching a lead to her collar. 

"Most of the time I like having a slave acting submissive but on occasions, like now, I feel like subjecting someone to a bit, or even a lot, of severe bondage and gratuitous punishment just for my own pleasure. As you have already indicated that you seem to like being punished, I thought I'd take you into my dungeon; or what passes as my dungeon. It's was originally a bedroom. I converted it myself, I hope you like it; not that it makes any difference either way. As I finished saying this I picked up a crop and pulled gently on the lead, guiding her forwards, I said "You'll have to hop along as best you can. If you are too slow, I'll use the crop to speed you up. Now follow me and keep up!" 

As I walked out of the room and across the landing, I deliberately pulled Sheba along faster than she could hop. This gave me an excuse to use the crop, extracting gasps and wails out of Sheba as she staggered and hopped as fast as she could. I pulled her finally into the other bedroom. Dropping the lead, I explained "This room has been adapted as a dungeon. We have a St. Andrews cross for stretching you. A hoist to lift you to new heights. A bench to strap you down to provide access to all openings and finally a cage when you need confining." While talking I was stroking her breasts and turning her as I mentioned each item. I then twisted her nipples for emphasis. "Oh, you are still wearing the blindfold and can't admire my work. Let me take it off." So saying I removed her blindfold. She shook her head and opened her eyes. She gazed about and exclaimed in astonishment -- the room was empty!




Internet Meeting Ch. 05



"I couldn't resist it and because of that I will not punish you for speaking without permission. You've had a hard week-end. Stand still while I release your bonds." I quickly undid the ropes, retrieved the vibrator and put it in my pocket. Removing her collar I said "Go have a long slow bath or a shower, if you prefer, then join me in the kitchen for some wine." I went downstairs, put the collar on the table, made myself a sandwich before pulling out a bottle of red wine and two glasses. After placing them on the table and poring myself a glass, I sat down and waited, sipping slowly at my wine.

After about ten minutes, Sheba (or Julie as I should say seeing as I removed her collar) came down and entered the kitchen. I leaned forward and poured her some wine, noting that she was still naked and that she was standing just inside the doorway, obviously unsure as to how to act. I indicated a chair and she sat down. Picking up my glass, I said "relax and enjoy your wine, Julie. I've taken your collar off so the scene has finished. You're my guest now, so let's chat. Did you enjoy yourself?"

She sat still, staring at the ground with her glass in her hand. She sighed, turned to me and said "I'm confused. I don't know how to act." She stopped for a while then continued "strange as it seems, I'll feel better if you put the collar back on. I have worked out how to be submissive but it feels too strange to suddenly return to 'normal'. Can you understand me, or am I being silly?"

"I understand and am pleased. It shows that you can immerse yourself into the part of a submissive slave. It bodes well for our relationship. Finish your wine then come here to have the collar refitted. Once that's on we will continue our scene. You will stay a slave until I put you on the train tomorrow."

We sat there at the table sipping our wine and chatting. She made it clear that she preferred to be confined and enjoyed a little whipping but confessed that she was not sure if she could take a 'serious' session but was willing to try. As we talked it became clear that she was ready to commit to our arrangement but seemed doubtful as to length of arrangement. I suggested that we consider a short term 'rolling' arrangement, perhaps a week or a month at first, maybe extending the period each time as we progressed. We could, of course, terminate our connection if we felt we had reached our limit. Although she agreed to this idea, I still insisted that she left on Monday and used at least a week apart to satisfy herself that no pressure was being exerted and make a reasoned decision. 

We left the decision at that, finished the wine then I re-collared Sheba and took her to bed.