5 comments/ 48288 views/ 3 favorites Making Kathy Mine Ch. 01 By: Dante Ryan Note: This is a long story of how I turned an ordinary girl into the brazen, aggressively bi-sexual slut that every man dreams of having for their own. It takes place in 1998, and is 100% true. NO fiction here! I have put a "poor man's copyright" on this story, so please do not use it without permission. This chapter has a lot of background information, but I promise that all of it is relevant. I was 21 years old and working in a direct sales firm. School had just gotten out, and the company hired a number of girls who had just graduated high school. The sales staff were all males in their early 20's, were told in no uncertain terms that the telemarketers were "off limits". That was a damn shame, as many of the girls were quite attractive. One of them was named Kathy. She was pretty, having dark, shoulder length hair and exceptionally large breasts. She dressed conservatively- one might say "cheaply". Much of her wardrobe looked as if it came from low-rent department stores, and she sometimes wore the same thing more than once a week. Kathy would stare at me every time I was within eyeshot, and let so many people in the office know that she thought I was "hot" that it got back to me several times. One time I returned to the office after getting out of a lead early, and she was near the exit with my boss and another girl. Mind you, we had never spoken before. Since the place was closing, I asked my boss if he wanted to go out and grab a beer. Kathy cut in, saying she was amazed that "someone like me" couldn't find a date, all while giving me an alluring look. Still, since I wanted to keep my job, I resisted her advances. Fate stepped in- a friend of mine worked in a factory, and the company was looking for a new person to head their sales staff. I applied for the job, figuring I had no chance for the position since I was only 21. But after convincing the interviewer that I was the right person for the job- that's what sales is all about- I got the job and gave proper notice to my current employer. The company I was working for was fairly small, and they were nice enough to give me a going away party on my last day. We hung out at the office saying our goodbyes until 10:00, then I went to my car. Kathy was waiting there for me. I said hello, and she started crying. She said that she couldn't believe we'd never see each other again, and embraced me, crying on my chest. She then started to rub my back and press against me, occasionally letting out moans of arousal. Mind you, I'd had my share of girls in the past, but I'd never quite had a woman throw herself at me this way. I decided that, for once, I wasn't just going to be grateful that a girl was willing to have sex with me, as I had in the past. I was going to take full advantage of this situation. I asked Kathy to get in my car, and her eyes lit up. I started the car and drove behind the building. I stopped, parked, and looked Kathy directly in the eye. What I would have done in the past is kissed her for a while, then eventually caressed her breast, her ass, etc and gradually built toward intercourse. Not this time. I boldly pulled up my shirt, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, unzipped my fly, and dropped my trousers to my knees, all while looking right at her. Her eyes lit up and her mouth opened in surprise. I held my seven-inch cock in my hand. "Show me if you know what to do with this", I commanded. Kathy leaned right over and started sucking for all she was worth. After about five minutes I left my load building up. I told Kathy that I was about to come, and that she was to swallow every drop. She did. I offered Kathy a ride home and learned some things about her on the way- mind you, up until this point she was still a complete stranger. She didn't have a car, and walked over a mile to work five days a week. She still lived with her mother and two younger sisters. She'd been in a relationship with the same guy since she was fifteen, and was engaged before he broke it off right after they graduated. She said he'd been the only guy she'd ever slept with. We got to her house, I took her phone number and matter-of-factly told her that she'd soon be up to number two. Kathy lived about 20 miles from my apartment, and I picked her up a couple of times a week for sex. I was disappointed- she was fairly dull and stationary in bed. She didn't have orgasms- she just kind of "went along". I also found out that she was a bit whiny and argumentative. She complained that we didn't go on enough "real dates", and they we didn't go out on Saturday nights like a "real couple" (since I was dating other women on Saturdays, of course). She suddenly became reluctant to give me a blow job, and told me that anal sex was out of the question. She said that the thought of getting tit-fucked was "gross". I finally got fed up, and stopped calling her. She then started leaving messages on my answering machine every day, up to three times a day, sounding more and more frantic with each call, sometimes crying. I didn't care- she had her chance and she blew it. I returned from work one night and Kathy was waiting for me outside my apartment building. She said she'd spent all of her money getting a cab ride there, and asked why I hadn't returned her calls. The "old" me would have made up a lame excuse about "being busy" or something. But instead I flat-out told her that she was a nice enough person, but wasn't worth the trouble in a relationship. I offered her money for a cab home, and wished her well. She was shocked that I wouldn't give her a ride home, and started crying. But I didn't feel like dealing with her in a car for a half hour ride. Kathy then fell to her knees and started begging me to reconsider. She said that for months she dreamed of having a relationship with me, and said she'd do anything for a second chance. Frankly, the sight of her on her knees begging on the asphalt of my apartment complex parking lot rekindled my interest, and I invited her up to my place. Once inside, I asked if she was serious about her offer to do "anything", and she enthusiastically- almost hyperactively- insisted that she was. I instructed her to remove all of her clothing, which she did with a hint of reluctance as I took a seat on the couch to enjoy the show. I must say, she was quite a sight in all her naked glory. I instructed her to put her hands behind her back so I could get a good look at her breasts. As I stated earlier, she has big breasts that looked odd against her small frame. She was barely five feet tall and thin, but had big, soft, natural breasts. I asked her to swing them around and she did, although she was clearly embarrassed to do so. I then had her turn around and grab her feet, so I could see her ass. I then told her to lay down on the coffee table and use her hands to spread her legs apart so that I could see her cunt. She wasn't shaved down there, in fact it appeared she wasn't even trimmed. I told her that from now on, she was to do whatever I said. She cut me off, saying that she would do anything I asked from now on. "That's not good enough", I explained. "You have to do everything I say without questioning it. No arguing- ever. I don't care what I ask you to do, you will do it with enthusiasm and a smile. Do you understand?" She looked down and nodded in agreement. "Once again, that's not good enough. You will smile and say "Yes, Sir" whenever met with a request, is that clear?" She looked at me and forced a smile "Yes, sir" she replied. I told her to get on her hands and knees n front of me. When she did, I instructed her to remove the shoe and sock from my right foot. After she did so, I instructed her to lick up and down the bottom of my foot. After a few minutes of that, I told her to give each of my toes their own individual blow job. I stood up and removed all of my clothes. She was clearly expecting me to shove my cock in her mouth, but I had other ideas. I turned around and stuck my ass in her face. "Lick my ass" I commanded. She started licking my gluteus, which felt fine but it wasn't what I really wanted. "Kathy, take your tongue and stick it up my ass. Stick it in as far as it will go". She did exactly as she was told, and gently yet vigorously gave me a wonderful rim-job. From there I told her to get on the coffee table face-down, on her elbows and knees. I put on a condom, and entered her pussy from behind. As I slammed in and out of her, she began to moan in ecstasy, and came twice before I did. This was a far cry from the docile young lady that I'd broken off with. I could tell that being dominated excited her. After I came, I removed the condom and turned it inside out, rubbing the contents off on my foot as Kathy watched. I then instructed her to lick my foot clean, and she did so without hesitation. She asked if she could spend the night, and I flatly told her no, since I anticipated getting a call from another woman I was courting. I did offer her a ride home. In the car, I instructed Kathy to see hey gynecologist and to get on birth control. I assured her that I would use condoms with other women. She was taken aback by that statement, but she correctly responded with a "yes, sir". As I dropped her off, I said I'd be back to pick her up at 6:30 on Thursday night, and that I expected her to be freshly bathed and to have all of her body hair shaved by then. She was taken aback. "Except for my...my private parts, right?" "Wrong" I replied. I want you completely shaved down. Especially down there. To be continued... Please note that I enjoy feedback, and would love to know what you thought of this story. Making Kathy Mine Ch. 02 Note: This is part two of long story of how I turned an ordinary girl into the brazen, aggressively bi-sexual slut that every man dreams of having for their own. It takes place in 1998, and is 100% true. NO fiction here! I have put a "poor man's copyright" on this story, so please do not use it without permission. At 6:40 on Thursday night, I drove up to Kathy's house and beeped the horn (no, Kathy- I'm not interested in meeting your family). She was wearing jeans, a black sleeveless mock turtleneck, and white heels. That further established that she didn't know how to dress, but I figured that was something easy enough to fix. She got in the car and we kissed passionately. This was the first time we'd really done that, and based on the fact that she gasped and blushed, I'd say she was pleased. And so was I- she was a tasty, clean, and passionate young woman. As I drove toward my apartment, Kathy and I had an easy conversation. As a brief aside, there are many "normal" aspects to a BDSM relationship. It's not all one person barking orders at an intimidated servant 24 / 7. A couple talks, and they establish a level of friendship. At the same time, one person is in charge, and the other understands that. Anyway, I learned that Kathy had been seeing the same guy- Wayne- throughout high school. They became engaged, but right after graduation Wayne broke it off, and soon started seeing her best friend, Kayla. She said she suspected that they'd been fooling around beforehand, and said she'd never speak to either of them again. I gently reminded her that I hadn't made an agreement for the two of us to see each other exclusively. She thought for a moment and said "I appreciate your honesty. At least you're not a lying bastard like Wayne". I asked if she was seeing anyone else, and she said no. I believed her, and reminded her that she wasn't allowed to date anyone else. As we drove closer to my apartment I asked her to pull down her pants and show me her freshly shaven cunt, as I had asked her to remove all of her body hair from below the neck the last time we met. Incredibly enough...she ignored me. "Have you gone deaf?" I asked. "When I ask you to do something, you agreed to say "Yes Sir" and do it- with enthusiasm and a smile". She paused for a moment then blurted out the words "I didn't shave". My jaw dropped, and my mood completely changed. I couldn't believe it. "That's just something very personal to me" she whined. I felt like a complete idiot. I scowled at her, and turned on my left directional, using an adjascent street to do a U-turn. She tried to remain quiet, but her breathing gave away that she was in a panic. "Where are we going?" she asked, barely holding back tears. "You're going home", I replied. "I've got a good mind to toss you out of the car right here and now, but I'll be nice and drive you home, and I'll never see you again". She started sobbing. "That's just a very personal place for me- please understand!" I coldly told her not to worry- she could keep it any way she wanted. All while I sped back to her house. She began to panic. "I'll shave it! I'll shave it as soon as we get to your apartment". She started sobbing again and apologized, but it wasn't good enough. "Look", I explained- "I don't want to spend my time debating and arguing with you. You obviously can't comply with a simple request- to be clean shaven by tonight- as we agreed that you would, so we're done. This is it". We drove in silence for two or three minutes when she chimed in. "Dante...I...I get it. I want to be with you, and I'll do anything you say. Last time I just told you that so you wouldn't break up with me. This time I mean it. I'll shave myself...I'll do anything you say .You're the boss. Please don't leave me". And with that, she started to sob- again. But this time it was different. There was something about her that seemed more sincere, as if she had surrendered. I asked her to remain silent while I thought, and she did- all while I sped back toward her house and further away from mine. About five miles from her house was a shopping mall. I parked right under a spotlight and told her to come with me. She looked at me, smiled, and replied "Yes, sir". She was trying- hard. I'd never been to this mall before. It was relatively old- a one story deal with 30 or so low to medium rent stores. I looked at the mall directory and asked Kathy if she was serious what she said she was ready to do "anything". She looked me in the eye and passionately repeated the word "anything". "Yes, sir, I will do anything to please you" she said with a smile. I took her by the hand, and she seemed to like that. We walked around the mall until we got to a pet store. As soon as we got there, I told the cashier that I needed a dog collar. When he asked how big my dog was, I told him that the dog's neck was the same as Kathy's, and since she was easier to bring to the mall than my dog, we could just use her neck for fitting. He reluctantly accepted the story, and finally fitted her neck snugly with a studded leather collar. From there I picked up a leash for the collar, paid for the items, and dragged Kathy out of the store by her new leash. Next was the hardware store. I purchased a small lock that opened with a key. From there, we went to a store that carried school supplies. I picked out a 24-inch ruler and told Kathy to purchase it. As the cashier rang it up, I smacked the ruler against my hand and gave Kathy a hard look. Both Kathy and the cashier knew what I had planned to do with that ruler. We went back out to the parking lot. My car was parked far- but not too far- from the mall. And it was under the lights. I asked Kathy if I had permission to use the lock to secure the dog collar to her neck. She replied "Yes, Sir". "No", I said- "we need more enthusiasm". Kathy took a deep breath- "Sir...please sir...put that lock on my collar". With that, I locked it in and told her that she was to wear the collar from now on, as a symbol of my control over her. And with that, I grabbed Kathy by the neck and kissed her again. She kissed me back with everything she had. "Okay", I said. "Time for your punishment". Kathy began to meekly protest, but I flatly told her to shutup. I rolled down the window of my car, and told Kathy to grab the bottom of the window with both her hands. I took a good look at her waiting ass, then told her to drop her pants and underwear. She quickly considered the request, and complied. As her bare ass shone under the parking lot light, Kathy clung to my car awaiting her next command. I pulled the ruler out of the shopping bag and told Kathy that she had choices. She could say "more, sir" after getting a swat from the ruler, or "no more" which would mean that the paddling was over- and so was our relationship. I reared back and swatted her once, hard enough to produce a loud snapping sound. The blow stung her, but without hesitation, she said "more, sir". That was all I needed- one shot. I wasn't interested in harming her, but demonstrating who was in charge and getting her to submit, which I had established to my complete satisfaction. Her willingness to accept public humiliation and punishment excited me to no end. I opened the door and told her to lay on her back across the driver's seat and spread her legs. I dropped my pants, put on a condom on my raging hard-on, and with no foreplay whatsoever started screwing her brains out. Again, I couldn't believe how much she screamed, groaned, and cummed. She was completely different than the girl I'd broken up with two weeks ago. After I'd come, I took off my condom, turned it inside out, and wiped the contents all over her tits that were covered by her black top. As we drove away, she asked if she could tell me something, and I said yes. "When I was with Wayne" Kathy said, "sex was a chore. But this is FUN. I'm so horny I feel like another person". About a mile from her house, I pulled over and told her to walk the rest of the way home, as I felt the world deserved a glimpse of Kathy parading down the streets of her hometown- and into her house- in her new dog collar with cum stains smeared all over her black top. Before she departed I gave her another deep, passionate kiss and said that I'd pick her up in eight days- on a Friday night- and that spend the weekend at my apartment. She could barely hold back her tears of joy as she thanked me. I thought for a moment and told her not to underestimate the magnitude of the tests that lied ahead. Part Three is coming soon. I enjoy feedback, and would love to know what you thought of this story. Making Kathy Mine Ch. 03 Part 3-2: We finally got to my place, and I told Kathy to take a seat on the couch and wait a few minutes. I immediately moved two lamps from my home office into the bedroom…for what I had in mind, the more lighting, the better. I returned to the living room to find Kathy relaxing on the couch…but she had removed her red high heels. I instructed her to put them back on, and from now on when in doubt…ask for permission. She put them back on her feet, and followed me into the bedroom. I had four lights on in the bedroom, and for once the bed was made (hey, I was a bachelor). I told Kathy to get on here knees on the bed. From there, I pulled out my brand-new digital camera. I asked her what she had been thinking of all day, and she said "being with you". I told her to close her eyes for a moment, and to think about that. She did, then I told her to open her eyes and look into the camera. I got a few good shots of her in her sexy tank top, then I told her to slowly take off her tank top. She did, but she was nervous and her face showed it. I again told her to think about us being together, and she posed in her bra and skirt- but she couldn't get that nervous and unattractive look off her face. "Dante…" she said "I'll do whatever you say. I'll even let you take…pictures…of me if that's what you want. But could I maybe have…something to drink first? It would really help me relax". The thought immediately intrigued me. If she thought a drink or two would help her pose in the nude- which to me was quite the high act of sluttiness and submission- what else would she do if she were a little bit buzzed? I smiled and told her to put her top back on, meet me in the living room, and that we'd start over later. I went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of rum I'd gotten during a trip to Aruba earlier in the year- it was top-shelf, 100 proof stuff. I got out the blender and frozen pina colada mix, and made us drinks. Of course, Kathy's drink got an additional three ounces of rum. After I brought the drinks to the living room, and our glasses touched as I toasted what would be a memorable weekend. She took a sip of the drink, and was taken aback by how strong it was. Of course, I took easy swigs from my drink, and I gently instructed Kathy to do the same. We drank and chatted for a while, all while I insisted that she "keep up with me". As we finished up, I reached over and kissed her passionately, with our tongues rolling in and out of each other's mouths. I reached up the stockings of Kathy's leg and up to her pussy. I'd never touched a cleanly shaven one before, and the smoothness of it was nice. Kathy was soaking wet, and asked if we could "make love" first and take the pictures later. "Nah" I said while pulling away. "Let's have another drink". I picked up both our glasses and returned to the kitchen. Once again, I poured an extra three ounces of rum into Kathy's drink, and served it to her. We toasted again, and as she tipped her head back to drink, I could tell she was already a little bit woozy, and once again was horny as hell. I went for the kill, first by complimenting her on how good she looked, and how sexy I found her in her new outfit. I took a picture of her, fully clothed. Then I asked her to raise her drink and smile, and she did- and looked incredibly sexy doing it. We each took another gulp, then I asked Kathy to raise her skirt just high enough to expose the top of her stockings. She did, and struck another alluring pose. "Kathy- what do you want to do more than anything in the world right now" I asked. "I want us to be to bed together" she responded, with a noticeable slur in her speech. I asked her to show me how bad she wanted it, and she immediately spread her legs and began to finger herself. She started slowly, then began moving her fingers faster and faster. I took full-body pictures of her masturbating, then got some close ups of her newly-shaved vagina. Kathy's clothes came off quickly- in hindsight, too quickly, as I wish I had more photos from her first night as a nude model of her slowly getting undressed. But I did manage to get over a hundred digital photos of her in just her thigh-high stockings. Kathy was pretty drunk, but she was really relaxed and she struck many provocative poses without any instruction. I finally put he camera down, undid my pants, and pulled out my cock. Kathy lunged at it, almost in desperation, and began sucking for all she was worth. Before putting Kathy on her back, I made a mental note to keep plenty of liquor in the apartment, and to get Kathy drunk as often as possible. The next day, I woke Kathy up early and we went to the beach. It was a memorable day that held surprises for both of us. I'll supply all of the details in Part Four, coming soon. 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