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My First Day

By: sclabh



I had walked into my house shaking. I had a date, if that's the proper term, with an absolute Goddess the next morning. We met two days earlier, when my police duties took me to a routine vandalism call on a secluded cul-de-sac. Answering the door was this striking woman with red hair, green eyes, a firm tanned body and what seemed like the most luscious set of tits imaginable; She had made me weak in the knees and gushing as I stood trying to look professional in my not so sexy uniform. I stopped by the next day with a lame excuse about forgetting some information for my report and having to file a follow-up. Not only did She see through my excuse for being there, but bored into my soul with those green eyes. Ms Brigit O'Toole took control of that visit and told me to come back after my shift was over and perhaps all my questions would be answered. That was three hours ago, She had laid out the ground rules of behavior in Her presence and had me naked on my knees in the span of less than ten minutes. We didn't really have sex nor did She disrobe. She did inspect my cunt, causing a jolt of electricity to run through me that almost blew the top of my skull off. Nonetheless I was not allowed to orgasm, in fact She ordered me out of the house, to shave my trimmed little bush and to return at 8:00 AM sharp the next day.

After removing my pubes as directed, I called in for a vacation day, had some wine and tried to sleep. The 6:30 alarm was like reveille at the police academy. Jumping up, I got ready as best I could, but knowing my clothes were to be left at Ms Brigit's door made wardrobe choices seemingly unimportant.

No real stranger to light BDSM, I had a general understanding of what I was facing, the real question was how hard Ms Brigit would push me or what Her standards really were. At 8:00 AM I removed my sundress, thong and flip-flops and knocked on the breezeway door and knelt on the threshold.

The door opened and Ms Brigit stood over me looking stunning, so stunning I let out an audible gasp. Gone was the leather mini and sheer blouse of last evening. And in its place was a green and black satin bustier, matching mini and killer heels.

"Good morning precious, please come in," was all Ms Brigit said as She turned and walked into the great room.

As I tried to stand and walk in, Ms Brigit stopped, spun and in one fluid motion grabbed my hair and snapped my neck back.

In a most polite voice Ms Brigit asked, "Did you receive permission to stand?"

"No Mistress." This brought a stinging slap across my cheek.

"I am not your Mistress. I instructed you to address me as Ms Brigit or Ma'am, isn't that correct?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"If you work out, perhaps I will think about keeping you around, but you certainly do not impress me with your current deportment."

Academy training kicked in and a, "No excuse, Ma'am," seemed to satisfy Ms Brigit.

We started where we left off the night before; I was instructed to display my cunt for inspection. I rolled onto my back, spread my legs and opened my outer lips. It strangely seemed more natural and less embarrassing than it had the night before. Ms Brigit probed my cunt for rouge hair but fortunately found none. She traced the outline of my lips, gently brushing my swollen clit and slipping a finger ever so slowly into my vagina. I let out a moan and a pleading, "Please, Ma'am?" I needed to cum so bad I think I would have done anything.

Ms Brigit smirked, removing Her finger and placing the pointed toe of Her shoe against my clit. I began to shamelessly grind my clit against Her shoe. Laughing, She stepped back shaking Her head.

"Aren't we the needy bitch. Go to the kitchen, empty the dishwasher, wipe down the countertop, pour me coffee; black and cut some orange slices and serve me at the pool."

"Yes, Ma'am," was again my response. Frustrated and horny, I completed my tasks and served Ms Brigit poolside. 

Ms. Brigit was sunbathing nude, sitting up on a chaise lounge. She was more beautiful naked than She was in sexy clothes. She had a light red V of pubic hair that pointed like an arrow to a perfect pussy.

"Skim the pool while I eat," said Ms Brigit as She turned Her attention to the orange.

Working away, I never noticed Her walk up behind me.

"Come," she said, and then instructed me to always walk behind Her unless instructed otherwise. She also told me that within three steps of Her I was never to turn my back on Her. Walking away from the pool and towards a small cabana Ms Brigit never gave me a second look. Near the cabana was a small patio of rough cobblestone.

"Here," Ms. Brigit said, pointing to the cobblestones, "We may as well start your training with here."

This didn't seem at all threatening as I looked down at an area of cobblestone about three feet wide and six feet long; I thought it resembled an old sidewalk that somehow never was completed.

"Down, on your back, please."

I immediately complied with this seemingly simple request. Once situated, I finally noticed that there were stakes next to the cobblestones. Ms Brigit had me tied spread eagled on the cobblestone in seconds. The stones were surprisingly hot for so early and the rough uneven surface quickly caught my attention. One stone neatly pressed my right shoulder blade so that was quickly becoming the focus of my existence.

"Now dear, I want you to pay attention so I may set some ground rules, ok?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"If this arraignment is to work out, your complete, unhesitant obedience is required. Is that understood?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good, first and foremost, your body is no longer yours; it's mine. I will pleasure it for my amusement and I will cause it pain for my amusement. Your mouth, cunt, tits and ass are mine and mine alone. Do you follow me so far?"

"Yes, Ms Brigit."

"Good, just to be clear, you will never orgasm without my permission."

"No, Ma'am," was my response, but my mind was saying what the fuck did I get myself into? Should I just say, "Sorry, I think I made a mistake?" This thought process was cut short as Ms Brigit straddled my head. Looking up was this magnificent pussy that certainly changed 

my focus from the cobblestones to my aching cunt.

"I'm going to slowly lower myself onto your face. You will lick my pussy-RESPECTFULLY. If you lose control you will be punished, understand?"

"Yes, Ms Brigit."

Ever so slowly Ms Brigit lowered herself onto my face. I just wanted to grab those gorgeous hips and pull Her down to me; the best I could do was open and close my hands and curl my toes in frustration. 

As She got closer, my pointy tongue reached out and grazed her mound. I thought I heard a gasp, but my universe focused on that pussy an inch from my mouth. Using all the discipline I could muster, I began to lightly brush Her lips with the point of my tongue. I traced Her lips slowly and lightly, fighting the need to just gobble that beautiful pussy. Ms Brigit lowered Herself just a bit further, an inch, a half inch? My tongue touched her clit lightly and I began to run it in a small circle around it. Then with little brushes I flicked at it.

Ms Brigit began to rock onto my chin grinding into me. I licked faster and faster as the pressure increased on my face. A cobblestone pounded the back of my head, I didn't care. I caught Ms Brigit's clit in my mouth and sucked. I sucked hard and could hear a muffled noise from above. Ms Brigit continued to fuck my face harder and harder. She must have reached out, the next thing I felt was a jolt in my right nipple, and electricity seemed to pulse from my nip right to my cunt. My ass and cunt seemed to lift off the stones as I continued to suck on Ms Brigit's clit as hard as I could. She began a rhythmic pulling and twisting of my nipple, each tug sending more fire to my cunt. I could hear Ms Brigit shriek, it seemed endless, but She never stopped snapping my nipple. The pressure in my belly was building. 

I yelled, "Please may I cum, please?"

Ms. Brigit tightened Her grip on my head, locking Her knees and pinning my head between them. "Yes, cum my sclabh, cum." In an explosion of my senses, my back arched and my toes curled as I saw red and green explosions. I came without one touch to my cunt. I was panting for breath. As I returned from sub space and looked at the now standing Ms Brigit I said, "Thank you, Ma'am, thank-you." As an afterthought I asked, "What's a sclabh?"

Ms Brigit answered, "It's Irish for slave."

My First Day as a Lesbian Cum Slave



This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. This story contains non-consensual elements. It is a work of fiction, and I do not endorse or advocate anything outside of safe sex between consenting adults. Enjoy! 

Prologue

Audra knew from a relatively early age that she was attractive. The attention of boys, and to her dismay, the occasional girl, testified to the fact that her curvy, yet fit profile sat perfectly on her petite frame. Her deep blue eyes punctuated her fair complexion, which stood in stark contrast to her long, wavy black locks. Audra prided herself on her appearance, always ensuring she was fully put together before leaving the house. Her makeup and hair were always a priority, she was never the kind of girl to pull up a pony tail and leave the house in sweats. It was unthinkable.

Audra was remarkably stable, given the events of her young life. She was the only child of a very successful couple of investment bankers, who were tragically killed in a car accident when she was 19. Now, at the age of 21, she was alone, her grandparents and her only aunt had passed away at various times in her childhood, and she had no family left. She half-jokingly referred to herself as an orphan on the rare occasion that she let anyone close enough to her. With all of the physical attractiveness she possessed, she was still challenged socially. She was awkward and reserved from a relatively strict upbringing, and most people would describe her as aloof. Audra simply feared the pain of loss with which she had become so accustomed. She kept others at arm's length, perhaps to avoid the possibility of having to mourn them.

She may as well have painted a bull's-eye on her forehead. Her lack of attachments, her reserved demeanor, and her physical comeliness, were exactly what a particular mistress with particular tastes and a disgusting amount of wealth and resources wanted, and what she wanted, she had.

She remembered how the man approached her. "Devin" looked like every tall, dark, and handsome fairy tale prince thrown in to the body of an underwear model. She was completely blindsided when he approached her in the grocery store and asked her out for a drink. She knew she must have looked like a fool, stammering her acceptance and setting a date. She scribbled down her phone number and made plans for him to pick her up that night. Some light conversation in the car as they drove to a local nightclub revealed he had a great sense of humor. She was sure she hit the jackpot.

One drink. One drink and she woke up a week later. Here.

She would find out later just how busy a week she had while she was unconscious. She would come to find that her captor had a rigorous preparation regime that was observed on all new residents. It was later explained to her by another young girl that a tiny micro-transmitter had been implanted and tied into her nervous system just below her hairline. She listened in horror as it was explained that the device could simulate any sensation from unwavering pleasure to unimaginable pain. She went pale when she heard that it could paralyze her temporarily or permanently, removing any hope she could have of escape. She found that every hair outside of her gorgeous mane, her eyelashes and eyebrows had been removed by laser. She was told that she was given a cocktail of hormones and steroids that slightly enlarged her already ample breasts, and slightly enlarged her clitoris. The effects of the cocktail also increased the sensitivity of her erogenous zones. She knew she was in real trouble.

In the morning of day 8, she finally regained consciousness. She woke to an imposing figure standing over her. A beautiful, yet harsh woman began to speak.

"You will not speak. You will only listen."

Audra nodded her understanding, partially paralyzed by fear.

"You are here for my amusement. I have gone to great lengths to find someone like you with no attachments and your type of personality."

Audra's eyes grew wide. Her mind raced as she wondered how long she was being stalked, how did they know anything about her personality?

"You are fairly reserved, sexually. You have had only a small handful of partners, all male, who have left you only mildly satisfied. You lack even the slightest curiosity in women. You haven't ever even used a sex toy with a partner, much less done anything that could be remotely considered sexually adventurous. Giving oral sex disgusts you and receiving it makes you feel awkward. Am I on the right track?"

Audra again nodded, wondering how anyone could know this much about her.

"You feel the fact you can give yourself an intense orgasm once or twice a week with that little vibrator you keep in your nightstand makes you independent. It makes you sad."

Audra felt herself blush from head to toe at the thought of someone knowing her masturbation habits.

"Well, I have great news. I am going to show you how easy it is to turn a shy, reserved prude like you into a wanton little slut who's willing to jill herself off while sticking her tongue in an asshole."

At this point, Audra found her courage. She rose up and in a flash she felt a sharp sting across her face, efficiently placing her back on her cot. She began to speak when she saw the woman raise her hand again. She quickly reconsidered and fell silent. 

"The fact that this upsets you is the biggest reason why I chose you. It's no fun when you're willing."

With that, the mistress exited and two women came in to prepare her for the day's events.

1.

Audra learned on day 1 that resistance to her daily prep was useless. It just meant that the women charged with making her ready would be rougher and it would happen anyway. She was led down a seemingly endless hallway of cells just like hers to a door at the end. Upon entering, her white satin panties and matching camisole were removed. She was unceremoniously led to a gynecological table and secured at the wrists and ankles. It was surreal how the women engaged in small talk as they prepared her. First she was given a small enema and a catheter was inserted to ensure that no "accidents" would interrupt the morning's activities. She was then given a straw, through which she drank a thick smoothie. It was remarkably good. She was told it was complete in nutrition and calories and tailored to her chemistry. She was then given a cocktail of injections that were designed to enhance her experience. She would come to find out that the drugs she were given had several effects. She was given a maintenance dosage of the hormone/steroid mix, just enough to keep the sensitivity and minor growth of her breasts and clitoris the same. She was given a stimulant/blood pressure mixture that simultaneously increased her awareness and response, while ensuring that she was not placed in any danger of heart attack or loss of consciousness. Lastly, a mild psychotropic was administered, which seemingly made every sense remarkably sharp. She was then showered and "pampered" as they lotioned her skin, applied makeup, and styled her hair. Upon completion, she was released and led, naked, down another winding hallway.

2.

They swung open the door and she saw a chair. They led her over to the chair, which resembled something one would expect to see in a dentist's office apart from the straps and articulated leg portion. She was directed to sit and the women proceeded to secure her wrists at the sides. Her elbows were then strapped, just slightly too close, just barely causing her to arch her back enough to force her breasts forward. Straps were then applied at her shoulders and across her neck. The bonds were tight, but not uncomfortable. She then watched as they secured her ankles, knees and upper thighs. Finally, a belt was placed low across her hips and secured in a similar fashion. A section of tape was placed over her mouth. The chair was then positioned horizontally, and her legs were spread wide. The straps were adjusted to ensure she remained absolutely static. The seat of the chair was then removed, leaving her totally exposed. Once a final check of the bonds was complete, they began removing small pieces of medical tape and wrapping it an end around something that looked like dental floss. Once 5 or so were prepared, they turned their attention to her pussy.

One by one, the tape squares were applied to her vulva. The other ends were wrapped around buttons that were sewn into the straps on her belt and upper thighs until the desired effect was achieved. The top of her pussy was spread open lewdly and the hood of her clitoris was pulled back and her sensitive nub was fully exposed and displayed.

Again the chair was re-positioned. This time, her hips were raised slightly above her shoulders. A large device was then placed around a foot over her pussy. It had knobs and buttons and tube that extended down to just a few inches above her sex. A large container of fluid was brought in and placed on top of the device. The women programmed the machine and took two tubes and positioned them directly above Audra's nipples. One of the women then lubricated a small, oddly shaped butt plug that was inserted into her tiny bottom. It wasn't large enough to be uncomfortable, but large enough that she couldn't expel it. A series of wires came out of it and were attached to a nearby computer mounted to a hospital type cart. After typing a bit, the monitor came to life, graphically displaying all sorts of information about Audra's medical status and level of sexual arousal. A large, red button on the device hovering above her was pushed, and it began.

The first drips was cool; just a few degrees cooler than what one would consider comfortable. It came as a shock every single time as they fell, exactly at the same time, exactly on her exposed clit and nipples. The first couple of drips made her gasp. Her nipples immediately constricted and responded. She then noticed that the drips had become slightly warmer. The woman who pressed the button explained that the fluid being dripped on her was another one of the mistress's cocktails. It contained a slight amount of bee venom, a slight amount of red pepper extract, and a few other ingredients that would increase her sensitivity and response without causing anything more than very mild discomfort on its own. The drips were timed to land on her sensitive flesh at a rate of about two per second. Over the course of a minute, the drips would raise in temperature from slightly colder than comfortable, to slightly hotter comfortable. The temperature would then fall to the original over the next minute. The insidious nature of the subtle impact, the effects of the mixture and the ever changing temperature served one purpose; unavoidable arousal. This dripping continued for 10 minutes, each drip rolling down Audra's pussy and rear pucker. Resist as she may, there was no escaping the persistent sensations focused in on her most sensitive parts. Her clit began to throb and swell; her nipples were constricted so tightly they ached. 

The women returned and stopped the dripping mechanism, but left it positioned. Three clear hoses with test tube-like ends were then brought into view. One was placed on each nipple and one was placed on her swollen clitoris. A button was then pushed that created a very light suction in the tubes, the women again left the room. Over the following 10 minutes, the suction gradually increased. After 3 minutes, it was at the edge of being uncomfortable; minutes 4 and 5 went from mild discomfort to where she wondered if her nipples and clit could explode. The suction then released almost completely and started again.

Audra's nipples and button were a deep, angry red when the women returned and removed the suction tubes. They turned on the dripping again, but this time it was set to a steady, warm temperature. A device was then placed between her legs that had a small rubber cap extending out of it that looked like a tiny sombrero. It was textured with nubs and grooves and looked like a sex toy. The "sombrero" was then placed on her clitoris. As the drips continued to work on her nipples, the drips above her clitoris served to lubricate the device. One of the women looked at her and said:

"It will feel good, but it won't let you come."

With that, she flipped a switch and the "sombrero" sprung to life. It began to spin slowly, and it began a cycle of moderate suction tugging her nub fully inside and massaging it. The whole unit then began to vibrate at varying speeds. It felt amazing. By her best estimate, she may be able to take only 30 seconds of this stimulation on her sensitized button before it made her come so hard she would die. The malicious little machine was plugged in to the same computer as the butt plug, though, and it read her physical response and compensated. Everything fluctuated, the speed of the spin, the level of suction, the vibration and pattern, the pressure it applied; everything. Audra could feel every little nub and groove in the device. Within seconds she was on the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm, and the device stopped. After she had a moment to catch her breath, it resumed its ministrations. Audra teetered on the edge of her orgasm for another ten minutes. It was maddening.

She didn't even notice that a new woman had entered the room, and was startled when she approached her and looked her in the eyes.

"You're ready to come, aren't you?"

Audra felt her body blush with shame as she nodded 'yes.'

"You won't like it if I let you come, do you still want to come?"

Audra's mind raced and her eyes darted around, wondering what she could have in mind. She knew that the orgasm would feel 'empty' without having anything in her pussy, but she didn't care, she finally nodded her head 'yes.'

The woman removed the butt plug and stepped over to the computer and hit a couple of keys. This time, the device didn't stop. As she felt her clitoris swell and her muscles contract, the device continued. The first contraction was so hard it hurt. The "sombrero" and then, unexpectedly, completely disengaged from her clit. Her ass and pussy contracted hard on nothing, and her clit poked out lewdly begging for just a little more attention as she succumbed to the hardest, most-unsatisfying orgasm of her entire life. Audra wanted to cry as she began to catch her breath. She had spent an entire half hour building up to what equated to a ruined, albeit intense, orgasm.

"Now we can begin." giggled the woman as she stepped back between her legs.

What!? Begin!? Audra's mind did not have to race for long as the woman reattached the device to her clit. Audra had known from an early age that she was not one of those women who could have multiple orgasms. Even the quickest and least intense orgasms left her clit so hypersensitive that she could not stand for it to be touched. The combination of all the preparation and build up took her hypersensitivity to a level she could never have imagined.

"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!" she mumbled into the tape on her mouth.

Mercilessly the woman punched another sequence of buttons and the device sprang to life anew, this time with much more intensity and no inhibitions.

Audra didn't even notice the woman leaving the room. The device spun and sucked and vibrated her oversensitive clit and it was the center of the entire universe. She could not breathe. The sensation was blinding. The little device 'tickled' her nub so effectively that nothing else existed but the need to make it stop. She struggled with every muscle in her body against her bonds as she held her breath. It was unbearably sensitive from the last half hour of attention, and the lubrication, and the hormones, and the steroids. The best description of the sensation was tickling, but it was so much more. It was like it was tickling her eyeball, it was like it was tickling her very soul. That was the first 15 seconds. After that, she had to let out a breath. This seemed to make it worse. She could do nothing but lay there, fully tensed, and try not to breathe. The intensity of her ordeal and the sudden workout, however, made her body demand oxygen. She had to breathe, and as the fresh oxygen coursed through her veins, it renewed the intensity. It had now been less than 1 minute, but it felt like an hour. There was no escape from the torment. She was certain that she would have a heart attack. She suddenly understood why her bowels and bladder had been evacuated during preparation, she certainly would have lost control, had they not been. When the woman came back, it had been 3 minutes.

"You look like you're in a predicament." The woman said.

Audra shot a wide-eyed, frantic gaze at her and pleaded and moaned into the tape over her mouth.

"Do you like pussy?" the woman said and began rubbing the crotch of her black satin panties above her.

Audra could not believe what she was hearing; she nodded an emphatic 'NO!"

"It's a shame. I may be persuaded to turn this thing off if someone offered to eat my pussy."

Audra wasted no time. The sense of urgency created by the attention to her hypersensitive button removed her inhibitions. She didn't care what the way out was. It had to end. She looked up at the woman and nodded 'YES!'

"Yes what? Now you like pussy?"

Audra nodded emphatically.

The woman leaned over Audra and said:

"I'm going to remove the tape over your mouth. The only thing I want to hear from you is how much you want to eat my pussy."

Audra struggled to catch her breath; she knew it would be difficult to construct a word, much less a sentence in her current condition.

The tape was removed.

"P-p-please." She gasped.

"P-p-please, what?" the woman said mockingly.

"P-please, let m-me eat you." she stuttered.

"Okay!" The woman smiled, flipping off the device and moving it out of the way.

Audra caught her breath and watched as the woman stepped out of her panties and picked up a riding crop from a shelf in the room. She was utterly revolted at what she had agreed to do, but she couldn't have taken much more of what she was enduring. She thought she would just do it quickly and be done with it. The throbbing in her clit assured her she made the right decision.

"Here's how it works. I'm going to ride your face and you're going to make me come. If I don't feel you're putting forth proper effort, I'm going to use this crop on that shiny red button of yours, got it?"

A chill ran through Audra as she nodded 'yes.' She had never touched another woman. She was disgusted at the thought. Now she was going to be graded for it? She didn't have much time to think as she watched the woman step out of her panties and over her head. The woman adjusted the chair to where Audra's face was just a millimeter below her pussy. Audra could see and smell the woman's excitement and her stomach cramped. Her clit exploded in pain as the crop landed on it.

"Get busy!" the woman said in a bubbly, yet firm voice.

Audra tentatively stuck her tongue out and touched it to the woman's bald mound; carefully avoiding the cleft. Her clit exploded again as the crop found its mark.

"We're not in love, I don't need foreplay, eat my fucking cunt!"

Audra took a deep breath and slowly stuck her tongue between the woman's folds. She licked gently, tasting the woman's essence as she fought back the urge to heave. The crop landed once again, this time setting her clit on fire.

"Mmmpmhp!" she screamed into the woman's pussy.

The new burning in her button removed whatever vestigial inhibitions she had left. Audra began feverishly licking the woman's slit, desperately probing for her clit. The woman cooed and gyrated her hips as Audra hit her mark. She ground her crotch down on Audra's face making it hard for her to breathe. The woman settled in with Audra's nose planted fully in her steaming hole, and Audra's tongue flicking away at her button. The woman groped Audra's breasts as she satisfied herself on Audra's face. Audra licked and probed and took the woman over the edge. The woman's quim drooled as she came, glazing Audra's face. When she had enough, she arose.




My First Day as a Lesbian Cum Slave



"My name's Candy!" She said in a bubbly voice.

"You're going to be my pet until you're ready for mistress. It usually takes about 6 weeks before you're fully broken."

Candy's words bounced around Audra's head like shrapnel.

Candy then directed her to the clock.

"It took you 9 minutes to get me off. You'll need to work on that." The woman said coyly.

"The nursemaids will be back in a minute. They will give you some water and they are going to put cold packs on your pussy for the next 15 minutes or so to make sure you're ready to go again."

"AGAIN!?" Audra gasped.

"Of course, again. We'll repeat the training on your little clitty every hour, eight hours a day. I won't always come in and offer you a chance to eat my pussy, though; and you'll have to endure the whole 10 minutes."

"T-ten minutes!?" Audra protested.

"Yes, and for those interested in math, 8 times a day, times 7 days a week, times 6 weeks equals 336 times we will repeat this exercise."

Candy stepped over to her and wiped her face clean. She then placed a fresh bit of tape across her mouth.

"I'm done talking now. I'm sure you'll be more reasonable in a couple of days. Besides, I have 3 other pets that need my attention."

With that, she left, the nursemaids entered, and Audra began to cry.



My First Day As a Pro Domme



The building was on 31st Street near Fifth Avenue, a short walk from the Empire State Building. This was a thoroughly unremarkable commercial district, home to import/export businesses, wholesale clothing, numerous print shops and a couple of electrical repair shops. I checked the directory, and found "HC" on the fourth floor. I rang the buzzer, and walked in.

There was no doorman — just a narrow hallway leading to a single elevator. It was old, the kind where you to pull back a folding gate after the electronic door had opened. I got in and pushed the button. 

At the fourth floor, the door opened to reveal an attractive, light-skinned black woman dressed in a corset. I opened the folding gate.

"Hi, I'm Dahlia," said the woman. "Come on in."

My name is Kathi. I had graduated from college two years ago, and was splitting my time between playing in punk bands (much fun, no money) and working at Babeland, a sex toy store owned and run by women (some fun, some money) in the Lower East Side. I wasn't ready for a 9-to-5 job, but I could use some more cash, and a friend in another band mentioned that she used to enjoy working as a dominatrix. I had some experience with BDSM — I got my first pair of handcuffs in high school, and I loved to get a good spanking, so I thought this might work.

I checked the want ads in the Village Voice, and found that Rebecca's Hidden Chamber was hiring. I called the number, and made an appointment for an interview.

Dahlia led me to the back and offered me a seat on a couch.

"This will be your first time domming?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. 

"Cool. Here's what we do," she said. "We open at 11:00, and we close at midnight. You can make your own hours, but we ask that you put in at least twenty hours a week. At first, there's a lot of waiting around, and you can read or get on the computer or whatever. When a guy calls up, I answer and describe who's working. For you, I'd say you're a young Asian girl ...."

"Korean," I said.

"Let's go with Asian; it sells better. A young Asian girl with a beautiful ass and a kinky disposition. Something like that. After a while, you should develop some regulars, so you can fill your schedule accordingly. You should be able to get three regulars in an eight hour shift, plus one walk-in."

"We offer three kinds of sessions. The standard one involves no touching at all — basically flogging, paddling, caning — stuff like that. Then then there's "physical," which involves some touching — cock & ball torture, slapping, tickling. And "medical," which is anything anal.

"The rates are $150/$180/$210. You collect the money at the beginning of the session and give it to me. At the end of your shift, I'll cash you out — 50% of what you bring in. You should make $300 - $400 a shift, plus tips."

"There is no sex of any kind. No blow jobs, no hand jobs and no fucking. The client will jerk himself off, but you can't do it for him. Now let me show you the rooms."

We walked back down the hallway to the front of the building. 

"This is the blue room."

Inside was a couch, what I learned was a St. Andrew cross, and small, four-poster bed with numerous hooks on the side for tying things down. On the wall was a large mirror.

"Underneath the bed are some gym mats which you can unfold and use if you're playing on the floor. Big toys are on that rack over there ..."

I turned to find a collection of whips, rods, canes, ropes and handcuffs.

"Small toys are in the cabinet."

She opened a drawer to reveal dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, rawhide laces and KY jelly. 

"In the closet are cleaning supplies — Lysol, bleach solution, paper toweling. Plus wee-wee pads for piss play, and Wet Ones. Also condoms and latex gloves. Always use the gloves whenever you're dealing with bodily fluids, and when you clean up. We don't want you catching something."

"Across the hall is the red room," she said, leading the way. 

It was a little smaller, still with a four-poster, but with no cross. Instead, suspension gear gear hung from the ceiling.

"The rule of thumb is no more than twenty minutes in suspension. Got to keep the blood circulating. And tell the client to let you know if they experience any numbness or tingling. If they do, you need to release them."

"Still game?" she asked.


I nodded my head.

"OK. Some house rules. You don't have to see any client you don't want to, and you don't have to do anything to a client you don't want to. You draw the line. If a client gets aggressive, or you have any kind of problem, just scream. There will always be at least one other person here —- you'll never work alone. Now, let's go to the back and have you try on some clothes."

The back of the floor was a combination kitchen, office, waiting area and costume room. Hanging from the wall were cop uniforms, nurse uniforms, lab coats, a stewardess' dress, and a whole bunch of corsets.

"Let's try this one," Dahlia said, handing me me a corset and stockings. "And you'll need to invest in some nice panties or g-strings. And a pair of heels."

"Where do I change?" I asked.


"Here," said Dahlia. "You're going to see a lot of naked bodies from now on."

I took off my shirt and slipped out of my jeans. I unhooked my bra, and put in on the table next to me. Dahlia eyed me up and down.

"Nice," she said. "You've got cute tits, and your ass is great. I think the guys are going to like you."

I put on the corset and stockings, and checked myself out in the mirror. I looked pretty good! Not menacing exactly, but definitely sexy. And the corset did make my breasts look bigger.

"That's great. You can switch back now," she said. "When you come back, you should try on some other stuff, and see what you like. One last thing — we'll need a name for you. Do you have one picked out?"

"I was thinking of Leah."

"That'll work."

I changed back into my street clothes, and Dahlia gave me my schedule for the week. I took the elevator back to the ground floor, where I found a nervous-looking man waiting in the vestibule. I said "hi," but he wouldn't make eye contact with me. He stepped into the elevator and pushed a button. I started to walk away, but then stopped to see where he was getting off.

Fourth floor. I wondered what kind of session he was going to get.

My first shift was the next Tuesday, from 4:00 to midnight. When I called Dahlia to confirm, she told me that to start, I'd be sitting in for part of a session with Peter and Gia, a tall Japanese domme, and then I'd be on my own.

I showed up to work with my heels and g-string, and put on the corset I'd tried on earlier. In the back were Gia, Dahlia and a couple of the other dommes — Elena, a cute redhead, Haley, a tall blonde and Kira, a busty black girl. I read a book until I heard the door buzzer ring at 5:00.

"That's Peter. Gia and Leah, you're up," said Dahlia.

We met him at the door, and let him to the red room.


"Leah is new here, and I'd like her to sit in on part of the session," said Gia. "Is that OK with you."

"Sure," said Peter. "No problem."

"Thanks," I said. "We have you down for a medical session, so that's $210, please."

He reached into his front pocket, then handed me the money.

"Great," I said. "There are hangers behind the door. Make yourself comfortable, and we'll be back in a minute."

This was to weed out cops. If the guy didn't get naked, he couldn't have a session. We were just supposed to excuse ourselves, get them their money, and ask them to leave.

After a couple of minutes, we knocked and went back in. Peter was nude, sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette. That's the first time it hit time — I was going to be a sex worker. I didn't think that was bad, and I was very open to new experiences. I'd studied human sexuality in college, and I worked in a sex toy shop, but this was the first time for me to deal with naked strangers as a job.

Peter was tall, blond and good-looking — definitely not creepy. So far, so good.

"Peter, can you tell us what you're expecting to do in your session with Mistress Gia?" I asked.

"I really like being suspended. And I like CBT. Maybe a little flogging, and then finish up with Gia fingering my asshole while I jerk off," he said. "And spitting. I love being spat on."

"I think we can do that," said Gia. "Why don't you stand up?"

Gia went to the cabinet and pulled out a rawhide lace.

"So, Leah, what you want to do is make a loop around the cock and balls, and then another loop around just the balls, and then you come back down the middle to separate the balls, and then make a knot — tight, but not too tight."

When she'd finished, Peter had an erection, and his balls stretched the skin of his scrotum. I'm a lesbian, but I have to admit, I enjoyed the sight.

"Arm's up," said Gia.

Peter raised his arms, and Gia locked his wrists in the cuffs hanging from the suspension bar. Then she went to the crank on the wall, and slowly turned it. The bar moved up, bringing Peter's arms with it. Soon he was standing on the balls of his feet.


"You don't want to go too high," said Gia, "or they won't be able to hold the position. But this should be good. And now he can't go anywhere."

Gia walked over to Peter, and gently stroked his cock.


"Isn't that right, Peter?" she asked.

"Yes, mistress."

Then she slapped his cock and balls. He jumped back in pain.

She reached down and caressed his balls.

"I can bring you pleasure or pain. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, mistress."

She stopped, curled up her index finger, and flicked one of his balls — hard. Peter jumped again, and yelped. Sweat broke out across his bow. But his cock was rock hard, and was turning a red/purple color.

"Leah, why don't you give it shot," said Leah.

I walked over to Peter. I hadn't touched a cock since high school, but I found this appealing. I place my hand on his groin, above but not touching his cock.

"Would you like me to touch your cock, Peter?"

"Yes, please, Mistress Leah."

I gently stroked his cock.

"Thank you, Mistress Leah."

Then I stopped. And with my middle finger, I flicked one of balls as hard as I could.

He screamed, and brought one leg up, in a useless attempt to protect himself. But there was nothing he could do. He was defenseless. This was hot. 

I liked my new job.

"I think we're good for now," said Gia. "Why don't come back for the last five minutes of the session."


"Sounds good," I said.

"And Peter, why don't you thank Mistress Leah for hurting you," said Gia.

He looked me in the eyes. 

"Thank you, Mistress Leah, for hurting me."


I flicked his ball again.

"No, Peter, thank you," I said.

I left the room and went back to the waiting area.

"How'd it go?" asked Dahlia.

"Pretty good, I think," I said. "He seems nice, and he seems to be enjoying himself."

"He's one of the good ones," Elena chimed in. "He knows what we wants, he respects boundaries, and he tips. And he's fun."

"Aren't the others?" I asked.

"Some are, some aren't. I've got one regular who just wants to lick my feet while I blow cigarette smoke in his face," Haley said.

"And I've got one who gets nude and reads his poetry to me. Then he jerks off and leaves," said Kira.

"But this is pretty easy money," said Elena, "and the hot sessions make up for the weak ones."

I read my book for another half an hour. Then Dahlia escorted me back to the room.

"When there's ten minutes left, I come by and knock. That gives the client enough time to masturbate," she said.

She knocked loudly, and we walked in. I was not prepared for what I saw.

I expected to see Peter starting to jerk off, and he was. But the suspension cuffs were now on his ankles, and his legs were in the air. Gia was on her knees, fucking his asshole with her fingers.

It was shocking, but it was also cool. Like walking in on a couple fucking.

"I brought back Leah," said Dahlia.

"You're just in time," said Gia. "Peter, would you like to jerk off for the three of us? While I fuck your ass with my hand?"

"Yes, Mistress Gia," he said.

"Peter is an exhibitionist, isn't that right?" Gia asked. "He likes for women to see him naked. He likes for women to watch him cum. Right?"

"Yes, Mistress Gia," he said.

I'm really not attracted to guys, but there was something about the intensity of Peter's pleasure that was turning me on. He was thoroughly and completely into enjoying his sexuality, even if it was a little kinky. 

"Mistress Leah? I think Peter needs something to drink," said Gia. "Could you help him with that?"

I remembered now. Peter liked being spat on. 

I knelt by his head.

"Open your mouth for me, and stick out your tongue," I said.

I leaned over and spat in his mouth.

"Mistress Dahlia? Care to join in?" asked Gia.

Dahlia knelt on the other side of Peter, and spat in his mouth. The Gia leaned over, and spat all over his face.

I'm not into spit, or at least not being spat on. But this wasn't bad. Peter was getting so turned on, and his pleasure was infectious.

"Are you going to cum for us?" I asked. "Are we going to watch you cum?"

I reached over and started pinching his nipple.

That did it. He raised his hips, and came all over his stomach.

"Nice job, Peter," said Dahlia, leaving.

"Yeah, that was pretty intense," said Gia.

I handed Peter some paper toweling so he could clean himself. I snapped on a pair of latex gloves, collected the dirty toys and brought them back to the kitchen. Gia led Peter to the bathroom so he could wash up. Gia and I wiped down the floggers and the surfaces with Lysol, and then sprayed diluted bleach on them to sanitize them.

Peter came back from his shower, took off his robe and got dressed. Before he left, he tipped Gia forty dollars. Then he tipped me forty dollars, too. 

"Thank you," I said. "That was unexpected."

"Leah, why don't you walk Peter to the elevator," Gia asked. "I'll finish in here."

We left the room and walked down the hallway to the elevator. I pushed the call button.

"It was very nice to meet you, Peter," I said, extending my hand.

"And it was very nice to meet you as well," he said. "I think I'd like to book a session with you next week. There was something — something about the look on your face when you walked in. You looked shocked, but there was something more. Like you were enjoying watching the scene."

"I did," I said. "I did enjoy it. And I liked watching you cum."

That was true.


"Very cool," he said. "That makes me happy. So next Tuesday?"

"I'll be here."

"I'll make an appointment.

And that's how I got my first regular. I would have other clients who were better looking or bigger tippers, but Peter would probably have to be hottest. He had no inhibitions, and he gave himself completely to whatever scene he was in. 

Peter would make my new job fun.



My First Day at a Gay Beach



Over the last 6 months I have become very curious about gay sex. My interest was first aroused when I started reading erotic stories online about all sorts of sex between men and women, between women and women, between men and men and group sex. At first I consciously avoided reading stories about gays having sex, but after awhile I started to read them and became aroused.

My experiences went from just reading stories about gay sex to experimenting with some of the ideas that I was reading about. First I decided to shave off all of my body hair to give my skin a smooth look. When I did that, I noticed that my nipples stood out from my pecs. I hadn't noticed that before, because of all the chest hair hid them. When I rubbed and pulled on my nipples, they became erect and stood out even further on my chest.

Then I read another erotic story about pierced nipples. So I went to other sites online to learn about body piercing and where to get the supplies to do it. I was getting excited just thinking about having something dangling from my nipples. I found a site that I liked and ordered the supplies to pierce my nipples and some silver captive rings to insert into the holes. 

When everything arrived by mail, I was like a kid getting a new toy. I couldn't wait to put the rings in my nipples. Little did I know how much pushing a sharp needle through your own nipple would hurt? Once I pierced the skin of one of my nipples, I was committed and had to finish the job. It took several hours of pain and sweat, but I kept at it until I had 2 shinny rings hanging from my newly pierced nipples.

Once the pain subsided, the weight dangling from my nipples was erotic. It seemed like my nipples getting hard was somehow connected to my dick. The piercing made my nipples hard almost all of the time. My shirts rubbing on my pierced nipples made them even harder if that is possible. I loved the way that they looked on my completely hairless chest.

Over the course of the next several months, I decided to enlarge the piercing until I was able to insert 6 gauge rings into the piercing. The rings were ¾" in diameter and felt great. My nipples just kept getting larger and more sensitive. I knew that I was not done with my piercing experience.

I had read in another online site that the Prince Albert piercing in a man was the most common. A Prince Albert (PA) piercing is a hole in the bottom of the head of your penis into the urethra and out the slit in the head. The thought of sticking a needle into my dick was scary, but if it made me feel anywhere near as good as having my nipples pierced I was going to give it a try.

I again ordered the tools and ring online and eagerly awaited for it to arrive. When it did arrive, I took off all of my clothes and went into my bathroom to get the piercing done. I had decided that I would stay in there all night if necessary to pierce my dick and insert the ring. Surprisingly, the pain of this piercing was far less than piercing my nipples. When I had finished, I had a shiny silver ring hanging out of the piss hole of my dick. 

Over the course of the next several weeks, just like with my nipples I enlarged the piercing until I had a 6 gauge ring in my dick to match the ones in my nipples. My piercing was done for the time being. Now it was time to decide where and when to show off my new jewelry.

Back to my computer to find an online site locating beaches nearby that would be suitable for my new jewelry. Since I was not really sure how girls would react to my piercing, I decided that I needed to find a gay beach. I live in south Florida where there are beaches everywhere and with just a little effort I found the beach that I was looking for. It wasn't officially designated a gay beach, but all of the locals in Del Ray knew that it was the gathering spot for gay men.

Now I needed a new swimsuit for the beach. The baggy surfer-style suits that I had just weren't going to do the trick. So once again I went online to look for men's bikinis. I was amazed at the number of sites that there were and the different styles that were available. My purpose in doing all of this was to explore my bisexual side, so I decided that less was more. I ordered a yellow g-string men's bikini that covered very little.

When the package arrived with my new bikini, I was literally excited to try it on. I opened the package and it was only a very small piece of yellow fabric shaped in a triangle with 4 strings attached. After I figured out how it went on and tied the strings on the sides of my hips, I looked in the mirror. I am 5'10" and weigh 170 lbs. with good muscular definition. I spend a lot of time at the gym to stay in shape, but the site before me in the mirror surprised me. 

With my hairless body, pierced nipples and new string bikini I looked like one of the gay models in the online sites that I had been visiting. I couldn't wait to get to the beach and see what kind of reaction if any I would get from other men. So I packed a bag with my beach towels, my tanning oil, and some ice water. I then threw on a pair of shorts, a large shirt and my beach tongs and headed to the beach. 

After arrive at the beach, I grabbed my bag and looked for the right spot to lie out in the hot summer sun. This was certainly a gay men's beach, because there were mostly guys and many of them were wearing thong bathing suits. There were a few guys wearing string bikinis, but I was sure that mine was the smallest by far. 

I laid my beach towel in the sand and my bag next to it. Then I sat down on my towel and removed my tongs and shirt. I took the tanning oil out of my bag and started to put it on my arms, chest and stomach. When I had finished, I then decided that it was time to remove my shorts to reveal my new tiny yellow string bikini. I wasn't sure, but I felt that I had an audience from some of the men that were on the beach around me. 

I neatly folded my shorts and shirt to place them in my bag. I then grabbed the tanning oil again and proceeded to put it on my legs and feet. Since I was fairly white in my pelvic area around my bikini, I put a generous amount of tanning oil in that area and on the side of my exposed butt. Then I laid back to start soaking up the rays of the sun.

My nipples with their new rings were rock hard and sticking straight up in the air. My dick with its new piercing was just barely covered by the stingy amount of fabric of my new bikini. If I were to get excited, I was sure that the head would start peaking out the top. It was a very hot day and beads of sweat were already mixing with my tanning oil all over my body. 

I must have dozed off for a few minutes, because when I opened my eyes there was a man standing over me. I was startled at first, but then propped myself up on my elbows to greet my new friend.

"Hi, my name is Mike." He said. "You're new to this beach, aren't you?"

"Yes. I responded. "This is my first time here. My name is Andy." 

He was a fairly large man, about 6'2" and weighed about 225lbs. with very little body fat. He looked like a body builder with a dark tan. He was wearing a black string bikini that displayed the strong muscles in his legs and butt. He too looked like he shaved all of the hair off of his body like many of the body builders do.

"May I take this spot in the sand next to you?" He asked.

"Please do. Since I am new to this beach, you are the first person that I have met. It would be nice to have someone to talk to while enjoying this beautiful sunny Florida day." I sounded like a whore trying to pick up a trick, I thought.

He took his bag off of his shoulder and started to take out a bunch of small poles. He set the poles in the sand around my beach towel, leaving room to place another large towel next to mine. I wondered what he was doing.

He must have read my mind and said, "I'm just putting up a wind screen. Sometimes in the afternoon the wind picks up and blows the sand all over. This barrier that I am setting up will protect us from that while still letting the sun's rays bake us."

He continued setting up his "wind screen" until our space was fully enclosed by a 3' high barrier. He then took out a large sheet and placed it inside the barrier so that not only he could lie on it, but there was space for another. As I watched him setting up "camp" I was getting a little excited looking at his muscles flexing all over his body. His bikini was larger than mine, which was necessary to keep what looked to be a very large package covered. 

When he was finished, he sat down in the middle of the sheet that he had spread out and took out the very same tanning oil that I had. As he was beginning to put the oil on his arms, I decided that I would make my first bold move and ask him if he needed help putting the tanning oil on his body.

"Sure, that would be great". He said. He handed me the bottle and said, "I'll lay back and if you could put the oil on my chest and legs I would really appreciate it."

I sat up and moved on to his sheet to begin applying the oil to his body. I moved towards him on my knees and poured some oil on his chest and shoulders. As I began to spread the oil over his pecs he flexed his muscles. It was fairly erotic for me. This was the first time that I had rubbed a man's chest and I was getting turned on. My naked butt covered only by a few strings going up the crack of my ass moved back and forth as I spread the oil to his shoulders and arms. As I passed my hands over his nipples, they became hard. 

He remarked, "It looks like my nips are trying to compete with yours. Those rings in your nipples look great. Can I touch them?"

"Sure" I said. "Ever since I pierced my nipples, they are hard almost all of the time." 

Mike reached up and lightly pulled on the ring piercing my right nipple. This was the first time that anyone had touched my nipples since I pierced them. It felt great, but as I said before I believe that my nipples are directly connected to my dick. As soon as he pulled on my nipple ring, my dick became hard as a rock and poked its head out of the top of my tiny yellow bikini showing off its PA piercing. That didn't go unnoticed by Mike.

"It looks like your friend wants to come out and play," he said.

"I just got this bikini and I guess that it is too small." I said

"On the contrary," Mike responded. "I think that it just might be covering more of you than I want it to." "I have always been curious about those PA piercing. Doesn't it hurt?

"No," I responded. "It only hurt a little when I did it, but now that I have had the ring in for several months it doesn't hurt at all."

Obviously, I loved the attention that my new piercing was getting, but it was time to return to the task at hand. I poured a little more oil on Mike's stomach and began to spread it over his abdominal area. As I moved lower towards his bikini, he too became excited. His dick looked to be a monster pushing his black bikini to its limits. 

I then decided to start applying tanning oil to his legs. I moved over him to straddle him facing his feet to make it easier to apply the oil in our little shelter on the beach. I placed my naked butt on his stomach with my legs on either side of his body. As I was rubbing the oil onto his thighs, my butt was moving back and forth over his oiled lower abs. We were both as hard as rocks and I could feel his rod rubbing up against my balls in my bikini. 

He grabbed my hips and moved me over his hard dick screaming to get out of the confines of his bikini. I moved back briefly to pull the strings on either side of his bikini and let his monster loose. I then pulled his bikini off and poured a generous amount of oil on his dick and balls. I grabbed his rod in my hands and stroked it making sure that the oil covered its entire length. 

Mike then pulled the strings on the sides of my bikini and completely removed it. I was now completely naked on top of a completely naked man rubbing oil on his dick. Mike then took some of the oil from his chest and stomach and coated his hands and my butt with it. He then pushed me forward a little exposing my butt hole to him. He put one of his fingers up against it and began to push it in. I had never felt anything quite like that before, but I knew that I liked it. 

He worked his finger in and out of my hole while I was stroking his dick with both of my hands. We were now both so oily that we were sliding our bodies over each other. He then lifted me up like I was a play doll and positioned me over his massive pole. I knew what was coming from all of the gay stories that I had been reading online, so I decided to help by guiding his throbbing member to the entrance to my butt hole. The oil and his finger helped some, but the size of his dick head was huge.

As he lowered me down on to his tool, I could feel my sphincter being stretched to accept the intruder. Little by little my hole expanded and his head entered me. When it finally popped past my sphincter muscles the pain subsided. Mike now held me tight around my hips and lifted me up and down on his pole easing more of it into me every time he lowered me. He kept this up until I felt my ass cheeks resting on his pelvic area. 

He had his entire huge dick into me now and I felt full. The heat of the day was making us both drenched in sweat and oil. Here we were two completely naked men in broad daylight on a public beach fucking. As I was moved up and down on Mike's fuck stick, it began to feel like my hole was swallowing him. I was now pulling on my dick while Mike was pumping in and out of me. 

When I looked up to see if anyone could see what we were doing, all that I could see were a few heads going by our 3' wind screen enclosure. It was like our private oasis in the middle of the beach. 

Mike then rolled me over and got on top of me. He pulled me up until I was on all fours as he continued to pound his dick into my once virgin ass. He was so large and strong that I felt like a rag doll at his mercy. He held he tight by my hips as he drove his dick deeper and deeper into me on every thrust. His balls were slapping up against my balls as he drove hard into my butt making my cheeks smack against his pelvis. This may have been my first sex with a man but it was the best fucking that I have ever had. 

After what seemed like an hour I felt Mike's huge dick swell even more inside of me. He pulled almost all of the way out of me and then grabbed my hips hard to slam his dick as far into me as he could. He then held it deeply within me. His body tensed as he began to cum. His balls pumped load after load of cum, deep within my bowels. My dick exploded at almost the same time coating my belly and face with my own cum. 

As his dick finished Cumming inside of me and his grip on my hips began to ease, I knew that my first gay fucking was coming to an end. Mike pulled his semi-hard member out of my hole and released my hips leaving me feeling empty. I loved the way his dick filled me and knew that there would be many more. I layed naked and covered with sweat with my lover's cum oozing out of my asshole. I didn't care who saw me or what they would say, I had found what I came looking for. I had discovered that day that I was going to be a bottom in the gay community, because I just loved the feeling of being the one getting fucked.



My First Day At College



My name is Yasmin Scott and it was my first day of college.

I walked through the grand stone entrance to the college and looked around at my future, all I had was two suitcases and my old friend Lucy by my side, I felt the nerves flutter like butterflies inside my stomach. Lucy turned to me and said "so where are you staying?" I looked at the piece of paper in my hand and it said in bold letters, 'Yasmin Scott, Sennen Johnstone, Building 12, Room 202.'

I turned back to Lucy, "over in building 12"

"aww that sucks I'm in Building 6, over the other side of the campus" she replied "well I'll catch up with you later" and after a quick hug she turned and walked off.

As I walked across the campus the nerves left me a little bit, I am 5 feet 5 inches and have 34D breasts on a curvy body, and with my blonde hair and blue eyes I was drawing, much to my pleasure, a lot of male attention.

I finally made it over to building 12 and climbed the stairs to my room, I paused outside my door and glanced at the slip of paper in my hand, what was protocol here? Did I knock on my own door? Eventually I decided to stop being such a baby and pushed open the door to my new home, and almost passed out with shock.

Standing at the end of one of the two beds was the girl I took to be Sennen Johnstone. She was about 5 foot 7 and I'd guess she was a 32C, she had the perfect body, slim and tall, with tattoos of swallows on her hip, and her hair was a shiny raven colour, and when she looked up I was pierced by her Hazel eyes. And I knew all of this because she was in just her underwear.

I instantly stammered some apology and tried to turn out the door, but she just walked up to me, unclothed as she was, and shook my hand,

"you must be Yasmin? I'm Sennen." her voice was clear and high.

"Err hi, yer I am" I managed to finally get out, then Sennen just looked down at herself and went back to the bed, and her clothes, making some comment about her only just arriving and it being colder up north. And with my cheeks blazing red I started to unpack my stuff.

That evening I got to know Sennen really well and she seems like a really nice person, and as we had talked long into the evening I was glad to finally get into my bed. But just as I was starting to fall asleep I heard a rustling next to me, accompanied by the occasional small moan. Of course I was embarrassed beyond believe and promptly rolled over and covered my ears until I finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning was more hectic than I could of imagined, tours of the campus and learning my way around dominated my morning, and by the time I plonked myself down in the cafeteria I was so tired I didn't even realise my friend Lucy sit down beside me.

"OMG I have been doing some digging and you are going to looove what I found out."

I gave Lucy a despairing look, she was always one to gossip,

"I overheard some people talking about some Sennen Johnstone girl yesterday, and I thought to myself, hang on isn't that Yasmins roomie? So I decided to listen in and you will never guess what I found out!"

I had kind of zoned out of Lucy chatter by now but her next words snapped me out of my reverie.

"She's a dyke! Like proper full on apparently!"

I just stared at Lucy in mute disbelief, I know Sennen came across as a bit crazy, but as a lesbian? No way. I turned to question Lucy further but she had already jumped up and was probably running off to divulge this new piece of gossip to someone else.

That whole afternoon I couldn't stop thinking about what Lucy had told me, and even Sennen said I was more reserved that evening.

But it wasn't until I was in bed that night that things got weird again. Again I heard those tell tale noises from the bed only a few feet from mine, but instead of just rolling over, I listened. The rustling was getting faster and the moans getting loader, until there was a long shuddering breath and then silence. I felt my own hand then slide down my body until I came to my soaking wet panties. I quickly snatched my hand away and rolled over. I was going to have to ask Sennen some very serious questions in the morning to sort my own head out.

In the morning Sennen and I were sitting at the breakfast bar munching on some cereal, when I finally plucked up the courage to stammer out,

"Sennen... Are you a lesbian?"

She slowly turned round to face to me,

"what did you say to me?"

I looked down at my spoon and very quietly managed to reply,

"well, do you like girls?"

Her cereal bowl smashed into the size of my head quicker than I could blink, sending milk and cereal flying everywhere. I fell sideways off my stool and sprawled on the floor. Then there was unimaginable pain in my scalp as my face was wrenched upwards by my hair.

Sennens eyes were no longer the kind Hazel I had grown accustom to, but were as hard and cold as slabs of stone,

"you will learn you little bitch" she growled, and then I just had time to see the heavy wooden chopping board come towards my temple as my world went black.

When I woke up my head was throbbing to the extreme and even opening my eyes was a chore. I felt disorientated and nauseous, but realised I was in the bathroom just in time to grab the toilet seat and throw up. I eventually managed to stand up and look at myself in the mirror. I was an absolute mess. The right side of my face was covered in a thin sheet of blood, but after I cleaned myself up, was relieved to see it was only from a tiny cut on my temple.

My next thoughts were of escaping, I tried the door and the window, and managed to shout myself horse crying for help, but nothing worked.

I sat for hours in that bathroom, not knowing the time other than the fact it had gone dark outside, I was hungry beyond believe and my head still hurt, when all of a sudden the door was pulled open.

And there stood my captor, she was dressed in a purple and black corset, fish net stockings and 5 inch heeled boots. And even in my terrified state I had to acknowledge that she looked magnificent. In one hand was a long whip and in the other a set of steel handcuffs. I jumped up and sprinted towards the door, and just as I got past her she lashed the whip, and it felt as if my back was on fire. I fell to my knees and again the whip cracked, driving me face down onto the floor. And then as the cuffs where clicked painfully onto my wrists I heard a whisper in my ear,

"rule number 1, don't try to run."

As I was pulled upwards I got a first proper look at our tiny room, there were candles everywhere, the two beds had been pushed together and to one side, and had chains secured to each bed post. And in the middle of the room were two chains with manacles hanging from the ceiling, while below them was a pair of steel boots that had been bolted to the floor. And I knew I was doomed.

I tried to struggle free from Sennens iron grasp, but I just received another whip blow to the back of my thighs so I stayed still. She marched me over the steel boots and hinged open the front half.

"feet in" I was commanded, and I knew as soon as I didn't I was going to get another blow from the whip that was twitching in Sennens hand. I turned round and stepped back into the giant boots,

"Ah the bitch is learning" Sennen crooned as she swung the front closed and put the padlocks in place. Now my legs were encased up to my knees in cold, solid steel.

Then each of my arms were grabbed and forced into the manacles, leaving me stuck in the middle of some sick star jump. Sennen then walked, long legged and sexy, over to a tool bag in the corner. She drew out a long bladed knife, that even to the naked eye looked razor sharp. She raised the knife like a dagger and came towards me.

I shut my eyes and screamed. I thought that my lot was up, but then I felt the blunt edge of the knife slide from my breast bone to my crotch. Slicing through my t-shirt and bra. Then she moved with quick efficiency, and using the minimum of cuts to completely remove my clothing.

"Ah that's better" Sennen said as she smiled. I opened my eyes to find myself shivering and naked in the candle light. She sauntered over to me and placed her hand straight onto my shaved pussy and started playing with my clit, then she kissed and bit her way from my neck down to my tits, were she started caressing my nipples with her tongue. No matter how hard I tried I felt my pussy getting wet and my nipples getting harder by the second.

"So you are a dyke? Interesting... Well now we are over the first hurdle your training can begin"

"But I'm not a lesb..." I went to reply but an orange ball gag was stuffed into my mouth.

Sennen then reached up and extended both the chains, causing me to topple forwards until they stopped me again, suspending me with my ass sticking in the air. I heard her walk back over to her tool bag, and when I glanced through my steel clad legs I saw her poised just behind me with a giant cock strapped around her waist.

This thing was huge, bulging and veiny it must of been about 10 inches long, with a girth to match. I felt the head of it press against my pussy as Sennen started talking.

"Rule number 2, I fuck you how I want, when I want." And with that said she thrust her hips hard forwards. I gasped around the gag as that huge cock filled me. I could feel it stretching the Walls of my pussy and forcing itself deep inside my hole.

Then the fucking really began. I could feel all the ridges on that huge cock as it was pumped in and out of my pussy.

'Rape. That's what this is' I thought as I was relentlessly screwed from behind, but even though I knew I was getting no choice in this, it felt so damn good! The feeling of all the contours of that giant dong being forced deeper and deeper inside me soon had me moaning.

"Ah the little slut likes it" Sennen said as she franticly pounded my hole, "now remind me of rule 2" And she pulled the gag from my mouth.

The first thing that left my lips was a moan of pure delight, I then felt a stinging pain on my ass as Sennen slapped it with all her force.

"I said rule number 2 bitch!" she shouted as she slapped my ass again.

"You can fuck me whenever you want" I managed to get out between moans.

"No!" she screamed, and pulled the cock out of my pussy and placed it against my ass hole,

"I can fuck you whenever, and HOWEVER I want!" And again she lunged forward with her hips.

I felt my ass split as that giant cock forced it's way into my shit hole, and I screamed. The pain was terrible, a pain even worse than death itself. And I was given no rest as Sennen started pumping her hips with the same ferocity that she fucked my pussy with. I thought the pain was never going to end, I could feel blood running down the inside of my thighs and tears wet on my face, but eventually, even though the pain didn't get any better, there was something else there apart from the pain. My sobs slowly turned into moans as my ass carried on getting pounded. By now Sennen was also rubbing my clit and playing with one of my nipples as she fucked my ass.

I soon began to feel a pressure building in my crotch, I was being fucked furiously and my screams seemed to bounce of the walls. It wasn't long before a brain shattering orgasm overtook my senses, leaving me shaking in my bound position.

Sennen laughed as she pulled the cock from my ass, leaving it open and gaping,

"You little fucking slut" she said as she slapped my ass, "you loved every second of that didn't you bitch." I couldn't even reply I was so confused.

"Right bitch," Sennen continued, "remember rule number 1" She moved around me un doing all the locks and clasps until I was again standing on my own two feet.

"right bitch, over to the bed" I wanted to say no and run for my life, I could feel my body swaying towards the door. But some primal instinct was drawing me towards that bed. Was this me finally accepting my fate? Or was I just curious to see what pleasures where coming next? Well for whatever reason, I slowly sauntered towards whatever plan Sennen had in mind for me....



My First Day At Party School



Finally the unpacking was over with. My mother had tried to control herself while we moved my stuff into my new dorm room but eventually she had broken down and cried. My father and I just smiled and tried to convince her that everything would be fine. After all I was only a few hours from home. Everything would be okay; there was nothing to cry about. Finally she composed herself and hugged me one last time.

"Just be careful honey. I want you to take care of yourself out here." She had said.

"Mom I'll be fine." I replied. "Just don't worry. I'll call okay?" 

"You'd better." She had given me another big hug and a kiss. "Have fun."

"Oh I bet he will." My father added, winking at me as he guided my mother towards the door. "Take care son. We're proud of you." He patted me on the shoulder and they left. I followed them out to the car and waved as they drove away.

I was lucky that I had gotten a single dorm room. I wasn't very good at making friends and I imagined that being confined with a roommate would have driven my to insanity. Being by myself would be great. That way I would have plenty of time to do my studies in peace and quiet.

I glanced down at my watch. It read 4:15. I decided to go for a walk through the campus, perhaps check out the library. I started off down the cement walkway towards the campus square. I was immediately amazed at how many sexy young girls I saw. It was late August and it was hot so most of them were wearing tight shorts and shirts that accentuated their full asses and ripe melons. 

I was a virgin; in fact I had never really had a girlfriend even though I was by no means ugly. I have an older brother who told me that college was the place to find girls. By the looks of it I was starting to believe him.

A Frisbee came flying out of nowhere and hit me in the side of the head. It landed at my feet and I bent over to pick it up. When I looked up again there was a beautiful blond girl standing in front of me. She was about 5' 7" with sparkling blue eyes and wearing shorts and a white tank top. She had the nicest pair of tits I had ever seen, and I could see them pretty well since her shirt was almost see through. The sun shown behind her and for a moment she looked like an angel.

"I'm so sorry." She said. "I didn't mean to hit you like that."

All I could manage was, "No problem." I handed her back the Frisbee and she smiled.

"My name is Mandy." She extended her hand and I shook it. It was so smooth and my cock immediately began to stiffen. I couldn't help but envision that milky white hand sliding up and down my dick.

I guess I must have stood there for a good ten seconds just holding her hand and not saying a word because she finally said, "What's your name?"

I snapped out of it and answered, "I'm Ben." I noticed that she was covered in a fine layer off sweat and it glistened in the sun. God how I wanted to fuck this girl.

"It's nice to meet you Ben. Maybe I'll see you around." Before I could reply she was gone. I watched her toss the Frisbee back and forth with some dude for a few minutes. The bulge in my pants was becoming almost painful. I needed release and I needed it now. 

Screw the library I thought to myself. I needed to jack off worse than I ever had in my life. If it was going to be like this every time I went outside I realized there was going to be a lot of jacking off this school year. I entered my dorm building and dashed quickly up the stairs to my room. No sooner was I at my door than I heard what at first I though was a girl singing. I soon realized however that it was a girl moaning. They don't wasted any time around here I thought. The sound of her steady moans made my penis pulsate in my pants.

The moans seemed to be coming from just a few doors down. I crept silently down the hall until I came to the door. I placed my ear up to it and listened. It was definitely the right room for the moans were very loud now. I placed my hand over my hard-on and started rubbing it. 

Now I heard a guy moaning and saying, "Yeah baby, yeah baby, take that dick. Take it!" Then there was the sound of a hand slapping skin followed by a girl screaming. For a moment I thought it was a scream of pain but she soon began to moan again in pleasure.

I couldn't possibly imagine how insane it must be in that room. The heavy panting, the moaning, oh god my imagination was running wild. I began rapping on the head of my penis over my jeans. Just then I heard a voice behind me.

"Ben, what are you doing here?" I jumped and turned around to see Mandy standing there. She smiled.

"Ummm… I was just…" I couldn't think of what to say. She didn't say anything; she just smiled at me. Her eyes wandered down to my bulging crotch. Behind me the moans were growing louder.

"So do you live on this floor?" Mandy asked as if she hadn't noticed the moans.

"Yeah. Right over there." I motioned down the hall to where my room was.

"Oh we're neighbors!" She said.

"Oh where is your room?" I asked.

"This is it." She answered nodding at the room where the moaning was coming from. I was stunned for a moment and just stood there. Finally she broke the awkward silence. "Well since we're neighbors we should get to know each other better." She opened the door to her room and led me in by the arm.

The first thing I noticed was how hot it was inside. The windows were closed and it was like a steam room. I finally saw the girl and guy who were the source of all the noise. They didn't even seem to notice as we entered. The girl was just as beautiful as Mandy. She had dark brown hair and a dark complexion. The guy was tall and muscular with short brown hair. He was fucking her doggy style in her ass and they were both drenched in sweat. 

"Hey Jen." Said Mandy. "Hey Mandy." Replied Jen between moans. "This is Ben." Mandy said, introducing us. "Hey." Said Mandy. "Hi," I replied. "Nice to meet you." The guy didn't say anything and I never did learn his name. I think that the girls probably didn't even know it. 

Mandy immediately stripped off her clothes. She had a perfect tan. Even her ass and boobs were tanned. She looked at me with a stern smile on her face. "Take off your clothes Ben. What are you waiting for?" Good question I thought. Years off repressed sexual frustration finally exploded in me. I ripped off my clothes and the fun began.

I grabbed Mandy and through her on her bed. I got on top of her, pinning her arms down with my knees. Then I stuck my dick into her mouth and began face fucking her. It didn't take long for me to blow my massive load down her throat and she swallowed it all like a good girl.

Across the room on the other bed Jen was riding the other guys cock like a rodeo star. Her ass bounced steadily up and down on his rod and sweat poured off of her. I noticed that Mandy and I were also covered in sweat.

As soon as the spasms in my penis relented I wasted no time in pulling it out of Mandy's mouth. Then I slithered my wet body down hers until my face was between her legs. I took a deep breath and went in for the kill. I sucked her juicy clit in between my lips and began eating her out. She screamed in ecstasy as I moved my tongue all over her clit. She placed both of her hands on the back of my head and held my head down to her pussy.

Before long I had another erection and lied down on my back. Mandy climbed on and I felt her pussy lips engulfing my dick as she sat down on it. She began moving up and down with increasing speed. 

"Oh shit!" She screamed. "Fucking fuckers!!!!" I responded by grabbing one of her tits in my mouth and a sucking on it. After a few seconds I tasted milk and began sucking harder. She grabbed her other boob in her left hand and squeezed it until milk sprayed all over me. 

The other guy was on top of Jen missionary style. He began moving his hips very fast and then pulled his cock out of her pussy. He sprayed his jizz all over Jen's face and then fell back exhausted. Jen, with jizz still covering her face, immediately rolled off of the bed and crossed the room. She climbed onto our bed and sat down on my face. Apparently she hadn't reached her orgasm at the same time as the guy because she quickly began moving her pussy over my mouth. 

Now it was the two of them on me. I tried to hold onto Mandy's ass as she bounced up and down on my cock but it was too slippery. Finally I just lied back, extended my tongue as deep inside Jen as I could, and just let them both ride me. I finally blew my load inside Mandy.

I retreated to the edge of the bed while I recuperated. I was amazed to see that Mandy and Jen still hadn't had enough. They pulled a large two-way dildo out of a bedside drawer and began sharing it, each girl shoving one end of it into her twat. They were insatiable. They screamed in pleasure as they began fucking each other with the dildo. Lying on their sides they began thrusting in unison. Their breasts slapped against their bodies and a fine mist of perspiration lifted into the air. Jen was moving so fast and hard, and her breasts were so big, that they actually began slapping against her face. I watched this and gently caressed my penis. I inhaled as much of the moisture in the air as I could. It was like breathing in pure fuck. 

Before long I had grown another erection and threw myself into the ring. I grabbed Jen by the hair and bent her over the edge of the bed. I spread her butt cheeks apart with my hands and slid my penis into her asshole. For the next half hour the girls took turns receiving my cock. At one point they shared turns sucking my dick and I finally blew the largest load of my young adult life all over their pretty little faces. They smiled and rubbed it around, mixing it with the sweat, and then licked it off of each other. All this time the other guy slept like a log on the other bed. God knows how long he and Jen had been fucking before I arrived. The sight of him sleeping made me realize how tired I was. I lied down on the bed and closed my eyes. Jen and Mandy curled up on either side of me and soon we were all asleep in a pool of our shared sweat and bodily fluids. 

The last thought that ran through my head before I passed out was of my mother and father telling me to have fun just a few hours ago. Well they needn't worry. I had a feeling that this year was going to be jam packed with good times.



My First Day at Work



It was a long time ago -- my first day at work. The usual routine -- going around the office, getting introduced to people, smiling that false smile till my jaws ached, and fighting that familiar feeling of being smothered by the mundaneness of it all. Until I met Lakshmi, that is.

She was not someone you would call strikingly beautiful. She had a good figure, her top bulged at the right places, and her booty called out for attention. More than her physical attributes, it was her attitude that got me. Before even the pleasantries were exchanged, she popped the question, "So, have you had sex before?"

I had seen the ring on her finger. I knew this question was one of those meant to flummox a newbie. I played along, not on the lines she expected though.

"Are you proposing an after?" I replied.

It took a while to register. She shook the cobwebs in her brain, and replied in the negative. From the resounding laughter of those around, I got the feeling that this was the first time someone had given this woman a repartee for her retorts. I could see in her eyes a glint of desire. Or may be it was my over-active imagination. Either way, I decided to take some action.

Fridays are days meant for clearing up pending work for the week. The office is usually half empty by afternoon. Perfect. I walk into her cabin, and for a while we make small talk. When I was certain there was only one direction in which we both wanted the conversation to go, I chipped "How long have you been divorced?"

"You asked people about me? Were you thinking about me all this while?" she quipped.

"Nope. Did not have to ask. I noticed the ring on your finger -- you wear it to keep men off. It is not the only thing I noticed, by the way." I said with a gleam in my eye.

"I am sure. But humour me. What else did you notice?" she chided.

"Well," I began "you had on lace underwear on that fateful day. Today, you have on a thong."

Her eyes popped out, "What?!! How do you know that?"

"Women's underwear is my speciality." I explained.

She was quiet. I had no idea what she was thinking. But I knew she had bitten the bait. Suddenly I said, "Take me out to coffee."

"Coffee?" she was surprised.

"For now" I said "But make it interesting. Take me someplace I would not expect you to take me. Or may be that is where I would exactly expect you to take me?"

"Grab your things" she said with a smile "Let's go!"

"Umm, my things?" I asked with a mock laugh and pointed between my legs "those things?"

Unfazed, she said "Are you still taking things into your hands? We need to do something about that. Tsk tsk."

We got into her car. When we reached our destination, I knew it was the right place -- the kind I would not expect her to take me to, and exactly the kind I would expect her to take me to. Her home.

"Coffee or tea?" she asked.

"You" I smiled.

She came close and put her tongue in my mouth, snogging me passionately. As suddenly as she started, she stopped "Mr. Smarty Pants, your options are either coffee or tea. I am the snack that goes with it."

"Does that mean I only get to nibble? I was in the mood to completely devour." I said.

She opened her mouth to say something. I did not let her. My mouth closed in on hers, my hands grabbing her ass and pulling her towards me tight. We kissed till we were breathless. I could feel her erect nipples jutting out through the fabric of her top against my chest. With one swift expert motion, I put my hand inside her top and unclasped her bra.

Soon we were naked. I took a moment to breathe in her body. Wheatish, not the artificial tan. Natural tan colour that only a few are blessed with. Lovely breasts. Not too big, not too small. Just the right size of handful. Her belly was slightly protruding; giving way to her love mound that was bereft of all hair. I like a woman who shaves down there. Shows respect for the person giving her cunnilingus. Her thighs were soft, yet strong. Her back was gorgeous, smooth.

Her ass, undoubtedly, was her best asset. It begged to be spanked. I did just that -- two hard whacks across the cheeks. She screamed as the pain tore through her. Then moaned as that pain turned to pleasure.

I bent her over, and in one fluid motion entered her from behind. She gasped as her vulva stretched to accommodate me. I am not very big, at least not as big as her gasp made it appear.

"Motherfucker," she moaned "How big is that thing?"

"Seven and a half," I replied matter-of-factly.

"Thank God they still make them that big!" she said between moans.

I started pumping her harder, faster. Pulled her face towards me and kissed her on her mouth. Caressed her breasts, and started massaging her clitoris as my cock banged her pussy. She was close. I could sense it. I gave her two more whacks on her luscious behind. That sent her over the edge. Her orgasm hit her in waves, each wave bigger than the next. Spent, she collapsed on the sofa.

I was not done. I put my cock in her mouth. She seemed repulsed at first, almost as if telling me that sucking a cock was beneath her. I held her head in my hands and started mouth-fucking her. We developed a steady rhythm. Her eyes closed. She was enjoying it now. Then it happened. My orgasm shot through, I discharged in her mouth. Her eyes bulged out as her throat swallowed my juices. Then the doorbell rang.

"That must be Poonam," she said and went towards the door, still naked.

"Poonam?" I called out after her.

"Surely, the more the merrier!" she said embracing Poonam.