0 comments/ 27556 views/ 2 favorites Nancy Remembers By: MidniteSpanker "Heavens!" she exclaimed, as she scanned through her email. "Could it be?" she questioned not daring to think if she hated it, loved it or what, she just stared at the subject line for a good five minutes. Yes it was the same email name he used a long time ago so she was certain it was him. The subject line was short, intriguing, dominating and curious. What could he want? She kept looking at the email header; it simply read 'midntspnkr You are Summoned!' She kept looking and asking herself Should I open it? but she found no answers forthcoming. How many times had she gotten ready to open the email and then failed to click on it for some reason she couldn't answer. Her mind drifted back to before she had actually met him, before she found the thrill of spanking and bdsm. She had gotten divorced from a marriage with a man who was completely vanilla (of course so was she back then) when the highlight of their sex life had been some quick missionary sex making sure they didn't wake the baby. After the divorce she worked and took care of her son, excluding all else for quite some time, years actually. During this period she found that playing with her clit could arouse her but she was lacking something. Thus began the fantasies. She developed very detailed fantasies of a man taking her and making her do all those nasty things she read about. You know, the kinky kind, where she was forced to suck his cock and sometimes he even forced it down her throat until she thought she would choke. Another fantasy was he would spank her for displeasing him in some way and then force her to bend over the bed where he would roughly use her virgin asshole - she really could climax with this one as she rubbed her clit harder and harder. There were more fantasies than she could remember but the one thing that stood out in her mind - she was always forced to submit or be a sex slave. Time passed and her son began to grow but she still had these fantasies, she kept thinking they were wrong but couldn't wipe them from her subconscious. Finally she began to search the Internet for answers, only to find no or maybe too many answers out there. She joined a few of the more "kinky" services such as alt.com and bondage.com looking for answers. Of course the groups were dedicated to the "kinky" so how could they have the correct answers, but as she read more and more she began to think how could this be wrong as long as it was two consenting adults. Then she would lie in bed with her fantasies, rubbing her clit, putting one or two fingers into her vagina and occasionally she would even moisten a finger and put it in her sweet rosebud, virgin anus. She drove herself to the point of crying out in erotic passion, but would not make a sound that her son might hear, and half-heartedly climaxed. Her body would shudder in climax and the tension she felt before would be gone but she knew something was still missing for, this big O she searched for and needed so desperately. As her body calmed down she would revert back to thinking this kinky sex was improper - but her subconscious knew better. Then she met him on one of these websites, his comments were erotic, his suggestions were kinky and at that particular moment her urges were making her think in terms of her fantasies. Weakened by the erotic sensations of her body she responded to him, letting him know she had fantasies of submission and kinky sex but had never actually experienced any such pleasures. She exchanged her real email address with him as he had done with her. A day went by and nothing, two days and nothing; by the third day she was sure he found her childish and totally uninteresting. On the fourth day she was surprised to see an email from him - from his regular email address 'midntspnkr'. She couldn't wait to open the email even though it was almost time for work. There she was, still in her robe, fresh from the shower and supposed to be getting ready for work. Something in her made her open the email, a rather lengthy and erotic story of what might or could happen to her. The more she read the more aroused she got, she opened the robe and exposed her small breasts to the cool air, her nipples quickly got erect and a small touch of a nipple would send chills down through her body and stimulate her crotch. She let the robe fall fully open and spread her legs to see if her sex was sending that aroma that drove men wild - oh she was moist all right, dripping almost. As she read her body became more aroused; so intent on reading she never noticed her hand reach her vaginal lips, spreading them and inserting two fingers. The next thing she remembered was opening her eyes as she was ready to climax, two fingers fucking her and her thumb abusing her clit. She felt her body shudder as the orgasm surged through her little body and she almost collapsed. As the orgasm subsided she managed to look at the clock, panic set in, it was past time to leave to take her son to school on her way to work. Quickly she dressed, putting her bra and blouse on. When it came time to put her panties on thoughts danced through her mind of him telling her to go to work without panties. She couldn't do that, no panties at work could she? Finally she chickened out putting panties on, but not the granny panties she usually wore, these were the skimpy thong panties she had purchased but never had the nerve to wear. Putting her hose and skirt on, tucking her blouse in, she could feel the cool air hitting her crotch where the panties barely covered her most private parts - her cunt, as he called it. She dropped her son off with a kiss at school and rushed off to work barely making it on time. Then the daily grind set in but just as she became accustomed to the work a thought would cross her mind, does anyone here at work know what kind of panties I have on? Her skirt wasn't very short, mid thigh, but she was suddenly conscious of how much leg showed if she bent over so she kept reminding herself to bend at the knees to a squatting position rather than bending from the waist. Of course then she began to think what can they see when they look at me in a squatting position, can they see my panties. She wasn't sure if it was the panties keeping her aroused all day, after all the thin part of the panties was riding up into her vaginal area sometime stimulating her clit; or was it the erotic email he wrote which she kept reviewing in the back of her mind? By lunchtime she had to visit the ladies room and moisten a towel to clean the love juice from her private area. As she used the moist towel to clean she kept thinking why she referred to it as her private area when he used the word cunt to describe it. He had asked her to concentrate on the more vulgar terms in describing things - you fuck, you don't just have sex; you have a cunt, not a vagina; you have tits, not breasts. She finished up and made a mental promise to herself that she would never again wear thong panties to work. She managed to make it through the rest of the day without keeping herself erotically aroused. When she got home she barely had time to say hello to her son before rushing off to her bedroom to re-read that email from him. She read the email again; it was still up on the screen since she forgot to close it before rushing off to work. As she finished the email she realized the same thing was happening again - what kind of spell did this man have on her - her vaginal area was soaking wet again. Reading the email for a third time she began to rub her crotch with her index finger, she was soaked and aroused. She got up, closed the bedroom door and slipped out of her panties. Stepping out of the panties she automatically brought them up to her nose - how gross she thought, she never did that before - all she could smell was the aroma of sex, her sex. Throwing the panties in the dirty clothes she again sat at the computer, making sure to raise her skirt so her bare bottom was on the chair. She began to read the email again but this time she only read the really arousing parts. As she finished she was aware that once again her legs were spread and her hand was playing with her clit. Frustrated she closed the email and looked at the subject lines of all the new email she had gotten today. "Goodness!" she exclaimed as she recognized another email from him and she hadn't even responded to the first one yet. Already aroused and sexually charged she skipped the rest, opening his email to see what else he had to say. This email was even more arousing and graphic than the last. He covered all the things her fantasies had; he covered all the scenarios she had fantasies for and more. He was very explicit but where she would describe a scene like "he put his hand behind her head so he could gently persuade her to take his hard penis into her mouth fully," he described it as "grasping her hair he forced her to fuck his cock fast and furious, pausing only to tell her he was going to cum, and he was going to shoot down her throat so she better swallow all of that cum." Yes he certainly had a penchant for those crude words, those words she could never bring herself to say but they certainly turned her on when he used them. She read the email many times, each time rubbing her clit and finally orgasming. Exhausted she closed the email and responded to him. She, for the first time, opened up to him telling him how erotic his stories were and how they stimulated her but she was afraid that she could never do or say those things. She said she often wished she could let herself go enough to try them - to make some of her fantasies come true but she couldn't. She did tell him she had worn those thong panties to work and how aroused she had been all day long (well it was all morning long but she used a little writers literary license). She sent the email and went off to fix supper for the two of them. Half way through making supper she dropped something on the floor, as she bent over to pick it up she felt this cool breeze on her vagina. "Oh my god!" she gasped realizing she had forgotten to put panties on - was it because he had encouraged her not to wear panties? She stood quickly and glanced around. Thank goodness her son hadn't been around to see that - imagine how a teenager would react seeing his mother's bare privates. Supper was uneventful but she thought more about why she was not wearing panties and concluded it wasn't her subconscious desire to go without, nor was it his suggesting she go without. It was simply that she had taken off her damp panties and put them in the dirty clothes where they belonged. After supper her son went off to his room to do his homework. Homework she thought, homework. Yes, that was it, he had assigned her some work to do; writing more on which of her fantasies she might want to become reality, to prove to her she could say those nasty words he so liked. She thought about it as she did the dishes from supper and then as she changed out of her clothes. By the time she finished changing she sat at the computer just as she realized she had stripped naked and only put on her robe. She could feel her nipples against the material of the robe and they were at full attention, her crotch was moist again. How could this happen to her? She hadn't had sex in five years, only the occasional orgasm through manual means. Now, she was dripping wet almost all day and getting hotter as the night rolled on. What kind of an effect was this mystery man having on her? She finished the homework, confessing very truthfully that if any of her fantasies were to come true it would be learning to please a man by sucking his cock. It was like losing her virginity again as in all her 35 years she had never had a penis in her mouth; virgin territory for sure. The idea of some man controlling her like that, forcing her mouth down on his erect penis really seemed erotic to her. The next thing she opened up about was a desire to have her virgin anal tract invaded by a man's penis. She knew she had a good body, thin, curvy, perhaps slightly small breasts and her nipples could become like pencil erasers when aroused but she had lived so conservative a life she couldn't let anyone know how sexy she felt. She finished the two confessions of the fantasies she might like to experience, but it was the other part she couldn't bring herself to do. He wanted nasty bedroom language but it just wasn't something she could do - she never talked dirty, she never made noise when she climaxed. In fact she had never had much of a sex life, so how was she supposed to start now, just because he had directed her to do it. She sent the email off unfinished, knowing he would tell her she deserved a spanking for not finishing. Spanking, hmmm, yes the thought did intrigue her but then she thought "this is only an email conversation, it's not likely that we will meet," so she boldly closed the email screen, smiling to herself that she was avoiding that spanking after all. She tried to do other things, clean, get laundry ready, brush her teeth and get ready for bed. As she lay down on the bed she picked up the latest romance novel she was reading and began to pick up where she left off last time. It never fails, she thought as the first paragraph was one of those hot steamy lovemaking descriptions which brought her back to the mystery man's hold on her. Why did he hold so much power over her? How did he entrap her into submitting to his every request? The feelings began to stir up in her body again, she slipped a hand inside her robe and began to rub her nipple. Annoyed with herself she got up and opened up her email again. As the screen opened she almost jumped out of her seat, there was an email from him again entitled "Finish it!" She quickly opened the email only to see it empty. He hadn't warned her that she deserved a spanking for not finishing her assignment. He hadn't said anything about how good she was opening up and admitting what fantasies she desired most to come true, NOTHING. Her mind quickly told her it didn't make any difference because she was never going to meet this guy anyway. She closed the email and looked at her inbox subject lines. The only one she could see was his "Finish it!" Nothing else struck her eyes, just that. She sat at the computer just looking at the screen until she realized one hand was inside her robe tweaking her already erect nipple and the other was between her legs rubbing her vaginal area. Her robe was open at the crotch fully exposing her shaved pubic area. Shaved pubic area - it seemed so natural now but two weeks ago she would never have dreamed of shaving or trimming her pubes - it was yet another demonstration of the power he seemed to have over her. Never having met him, how could he make her do these things like shave her pubes, open her heart to him, confessing her need to express her sexuality, letting him know which fantasies she was determined to experience. She began to realize she was falling more and more under his control and she was letting him do it. She had to stop it or he might actually convince her to meet him. Thus far every time he suggested they meet she had successfully avoided meeting for one reason or another, but if she continued to let him control her sexuality, she would eventually succumb to his desires. Here she was, pinching her nipple, hand in her crotch, totally naked except for her open robe doing everything he asked, but she was thinking about not responding to his last request. The sensations in her groin were growing by leaps and bounds, soon she knew she would climax if she didn't stop but she was powerless. She could feel the orgasm building so finally she made the move, pulling her hands and preventing the orgasm. Her head was spinning from the lack of release, so excited was she that she barely saw his new email come in; subject "Do it Now." She opened it and all it said was "Do it now or we can't meet." Thoughts crossed her mind; here was the easy way out-all she had to do was nothing. Another thought was I need to meet him; he has great insight into my sexuality. The latter won out and she dutifully replied to the email, there was no question about what he wanted, she knew all too well he wanted her to write a story about one of her fantasies using all the naughty words, leaving out words like penis, vagina and so forth. She started the email with a disclaimer "You don't know how hard this is for me to write using those vulgar words," but she soon settled into describing her fantasy through a mental image of what she anticipated. Soon her fantasy was frothed with phrases like "he used my mouth as his fuck toy," and "he tormented my nipples while his cock pounded into my willing cunt." All the time she could feel her face flush at the use of these words but she also noticed she was dripping wet between her legs. She finished her assignment and was so hot she needed satisfaction. She reached into her nightstand drawer and brought out her thickest vibrating dildo. Before she sat down again she turned it on full speed, removed her robe and inserted it into her vagina (cunt as he would call it). She could immediately feel the sensations building in her towards orgasm but wanted it to last as long as possible. Sitting at the computer her nether region driving her to new depths of sexual stimulation she began to type another of her fantasies using those nasty words. As soon as she knew the orgasm was imminent, she clicked the send button and let loose with a very loud outcry at the peak of climax. Instantly she was aware that, although her door was closed, her son could probably hear her scream, yet she was powerless to do anything about it until her body calmed down. Her son opened the door just as she stood up and removed the vibrator. She dropped it in the chair and reached for her robe to cover herself, but knew he had seen too much of her naked body. "I heard you scream, are you alright?" he asked. "Yes I just got angry at the computer but I am perfectly ok, thank you!" she replied, knowing full well she was not alright and still recovering from the most intense orgasm of her life, not to mention being humiliated by her son seeing her naked like that. She heard the familiar ding the computer made when she received email. With a ghostly pale feeling, she returned to the computer. More mail from him, her heart fluttered as she read the subject line "Excellent." Opening the email she read it "Excellent, I think your ready. Meet me tomorrow night at the Motel 6 at 6pm, down the street from your house, and don't wear any panties. This will be your first experience of making your fantasy come true." She felt her heart flitter some more and her stomach do flip-flops and then she began to wonder - how did he know where she lived? Did she know this mystery man? "Oh my god," she thought and began to be embarrassed thinking that maybe she had opened up to one of her neighbors, telling them all those intimate thoughts. She immediately responded to him, "Meeting is out of the question. How do you know where I live? Do I know you?" She waited by the computer for a response from him but time went by so slowly. She left the email up and decided to do the things necessary for bed. Finally she looked at the clock and saw it was way past her bedtime. She knew she would be dragging in the morning, so she flipped the robe over a chair and climbed into bed naked, something she never did before. As she tried to doze off, half heartedly listening for the ding of incoming mail, she thought, Here I am naked in my bed, just as he has always instructed me to sleep and I am worried he may know me, how can he control me this way? It never crossed her mind to get up and put her nightgown on. Finally she dozed off only to be awakened by the ding of incoming mail. Glancing at the clock she saw it was 3:00 am, she had been asleep for about 3 hours. Arising, she walked over to the computer and saw email from him. Nancy Remembers Ch. 02 Stories in this series: Nancy Remembers Part 1 Nancy Remembers Part 2 * Nancy puttered around the house all night until it was bedtime. She had cooked supper but now couldn't remember what she had cooked. Her son had gone to bed hours ago and her boyfriend had gone to bed just a short time ago asking her if she was going to bed soon. She didn't even remember what she had told him. All she could think about was that unopened email from her mentor, she didn't know what he meant by that subject "you are summoned." Finally she struggled upstairs after turning out the lights downstairs. Walking into their bedroom she saw the computer first thing, then her boyfriend sleeping soundly. Quietly she disrobed and put on her pajamas and was headed to bed when the thought struck her. In the nearly two years since she had met her boyfriend they had gone from being frisky together, to a little kinky (he had spanked her a little, tried bondage and even a little anal), to the humdrum life again (here she was wearing pajamas, not a sheer teddy with no panties). Would her mentor have let her slip into this humdrum lifestyle? Almost climbing into bed she stopped short, turned and headed to the computer. Bringing up the email screen she looked again, the same unopened email was there as it had been for the last couple of days. She reached for the mouse and moved the pointer to the email from him, ready to click and open it she hesitated. Taking her hand off the mouse she tried to think, should I open it, ignore it? The thought never crossed her mind to delete but she wondered why she couldn't do that. Her thoughts went back again to that wondrous day when he taught her cocksucking and how to serve a man. She had hoped when she let her boyfriend move in he would be that kind of man - one that made her a sex slave - and while they often had good sex and she could drive him wild with her blowjobs she was in no way the sex slave she fantasized being. Her life with him had started out interesting, she loved to suck his cock, the anal sex had not been what she expected and that soon phased out, at first he would tease her with a spanking every now and again but even that had faded to almost a thing of the past. Her sex life had become less passionate, bordering on boring; how else could she explain the fact that she put pajamas on before going to bed. A long nightgown would have been more interesting, even a knee length nightgown might have signaled a little more wild and wicked sex life, but no it had evolved to pajamas. She just imagined her mystery man was calling her for some more passionate training, perhaps he was finally interested in making her his permanent sex slave. She could feel the crotch of her pajamas begin to moisten; this was scaring her. She had a nice life with her boyfriend but could it be better with her mystery man and could she do that to her boyfriend, just say it was too dull and she wanted something more. She wrestled with these thoughts for a long time with no real answer forthcoming. She felt a twinge from her clit and realized her pajamas had ridden up into her crotch, she was showing a camel toe. What amazed her was the fact that the crotch of her pajamas was now showing a wet spot from her love juices; she hadn't gotten this moist in almost a year now. Her hand went back to the mouse and she clicked on the email, it opened and before she could read it she thought "oh my gawd" what have I done. Her thought train was that she had a good life, a pretty good lover and a fine son, what is she doing reading this email. Her eyes were drawn to the screen; it was a rather lengthy email. "You are Summoned" started the email, the same as the subject line. "Since you opened this email you have probably figured out that your boyfriend is a so-so lover but you really desire something else." How could he know that she wondered but quickly remembered he was the mystery man and could know what she was thinking before she said anything; he had proven that on several occasions. She had to admit he was right about this again. She wondered why she always thought there should be more - something approaching her fantasy. "Don't bother to ask yourself why the grass always looks greener on the other side of the fence, you know it is," continued the email. "I know you are now fighting in your mind over staying with what you have or trying something better. Don't fight it, you know it will be better," she stopped reading at this point and just thought. How can I know for sure it is going to be better, how does he know? The letter goes on and in detail he points out that he knows she tried anal, which turned out to be an almost complete flop. He said that her experiences with spanking were ok but nothing really passionate. He reminded her that she had no trouble climaxing while she sucked his cock; she remembered that quite well. He also reminded her that she had come out of her shell and learned to use gutter language with him and she had liked it. He observed that she probably hadn't said more than two or three naughty words in the bedroom since she and her boyfriend got together; how does he know all this she said to herself, because it certainly was true. After all this soaked into her mind and she realized it was all too true she turned back to the email. "Since you have gotten this far you have recognized that there can be more. If you want more of those big O's, want to release the true sex slave within you and want to fully experience more of your fantasies then you must do this," he continued. She was spell bound and had to know more. She read a little more. "Yes, you must stop wearing a bra, you are only a B cup so you really don't need one, you will wear something like silk blouses so people will know when your nipples are hard but not otherwise, you will stop wearing panties and you will slowly start wearing skirts shorter and shorter." She was shocked at what he was proposing, how could she go to work without a bra, it got cold in her office and everyone would see she had erect nipple most of the time. As far as the not wearing panties, she had enjoyed the times when he made her go without them and even the few times she had been rushed getting ready in the mornings and she forgot them. But the bra, well the only time in her life she had gone without a bra was the day he instructed her to meet him at the motel without wearing panties and bra. No, she thought, she just couldn't stop wearing a bra. She began to read the email again. "You will not wear a bra, is that abundantly clear?" he emphasized. How could he know what I was thinking she thought, then she realize he knew her better than she knew herself. The email continued "by next Friday your skirt length will be more than half way up your thigh, you will be moist all day so I want you to visit the ladies room once every two hours and masturbate yourself to the point of orgasm but stop short and return to work. You will do this all day until quitting time and when you get in your car to leave you will pull your skirt up to your waist before sitting down. I want your fingers playing with your clit as you leave the parking lot, be sure to stop at the guard station to wave good night to them. Then you are to drive to the same motel we met at last time, do not arrive any later than 4:45 or you will be punished before you are allowed to enjoy anything." The end .. of the email. She read in amazement. She pondered what he said; she couldn't believe it. Her mystery man wanted her to do all that? Well except for pulling her skirt to the waist before leaving and stopping at the guard shack on the way out she had done it for him before so maybe it wasn't such a big deal. He knew she was anything but an exhibitionist so how could he expect her to stop at the guard shack to say goodnight with her shaved pussy exposed and her finger on her clit. She just knew she couldn't do that, she just knew. Then she realized that tomorrow was Thursday and she was meeting him on Friday, that wasn't enough time for her to prepare. How could he tell her what to do on such short notice but after a little thought the facts became clear. She had received the email last Friday and had procrastinated on opening it until now. She went back and re-reads the email again, then again and each time she read it she got more aroused. She looked down at her pajama crotch; it was so wet it almost looked like she had peed. She closed the email and just sat there thinking. She finally arrived at a solution, it should have been clear from the time she finished the first reading of the email, she just had to reply that she needed more time. She brought up a compose email to send him, she sat and thought what she should say. She finally decided the truth was best so she composed and email explanation saying that she had been so shocked to receive email from him she had simply not opened it for days while deciding to read it or not. She said she knew he would understand that she had fought with this urge and now time was so short she couldn't do what he asked but if he would wait until a week from Friday she would meet him at the appointed time. She was almost done with the email when the alarm went off - she had spent all night at the computer. Shocked and panicking she deleted her reply email and shut down the computer before her boyfriend awoke. Fortunately the alarm was on her side of the bed since he didn't need to get up as early as her. She ran to the nightstand to shut off the alarm and again realized how wet her pajama pants were so she dashed off to the bathroom before he noticed her problem. While in the shower she began to think of what he had said. As her hand brushed across her nipple it came to life and she could feel the tingling run down her body directly to her pussy. She was horny in her morning shower. When was the last time that had occurred she thought but couldn't remember? With the bar of soap in her hand it seemed to wander to her pussy and she felt this need to be filled. She moved the soap into her crotch, spread her labia and used a little more pressure than normal to clean her genital area, "cunt lips" as he called them. She became more aroused as she lingered in the shower. Her mind still troubled over his demand that she stop wearing a bra and wear silk blouses that would reveal her nipples every time they got hard; she still found this troubling but could she do it was the question. Still aroused she managed to convince herself that she had to get out of the shower so she could get to work on time. Walking naked into her closet she looked through her blouses, the silk ones only though, finding a sleeveless red one that she hadn't worn in quite a while. She buttoned the blouse and found it a little tighter than she normally wore; had she gained some weight. The blouse buttoned she came out of the close to inspect it in the full length mirror and saw it really flowed with her body but wasn't too revealing of her tiny breasts, so yes she could wear this to work even without a bra. She went back to her closet and found a black skirt that went well with the blouse, she stepped into the skirt and tucked her blouse into it as she fastened the skirt at the waist; then she zipped up the skirt as a final touch to her outfit. The skirt came almost to her knees so she knew it was outside of the scope of what he told her to wear. Wondering why she always seemed to follow his directions even when he would never know if she did it or not she walked back into her closet looking for a different skirt. She found one but it was very short, much shorter than she wore to work. Changing skirts she walked back for one last look in the mirror. Her gaze was returned with the look of a woman in a nice red, sleeveless blouse, with a complementing black skirt that went well up her thighs; the skirt was short, very short but she looked very sexy in the mirror. Finishing her make-up and doing her hair she was ready for work. Her mind brought her back to reality and told her she could not bend over in this skirt so she better remember to bend at the knees and squat any time she had to lower her body for something. Her son was ready as she exited the bedroom, closing the door after her. They headed to the car, her son remarking how nice she looked in her outfit. She dropped him off at school and sped off to work. About half way there she remembered that this morning, as the alarm went off, she had deleted the email she had been making in response to her mystery man. Now she began to panic, how was she going to let him know she couldn't meet him tomorrow. She knew very well that the rules at work were no personal email and no visiting inappropriate web sites but she justified to herself that just this once it would be ok to send a personal email. At work she immediately noticed all the men stared at her as she walked by. Making a mental note to herself that the approval of her attire in the mirror, while totally aroused, seemed to lead to very sexy, bordering on inappropriate, attire for work. Well that was the least of her worries right now, she had to send out that email to him or she would end up having to meet him tomorrow. She brought up her email web site and reread the commanding email he sent. Then she began to compose a reply but as luck would have it she only got a few sentences into the reply when she was interrupted with work that she needed to attend to. Minimizing the email she went off to take care of her work matters, coming back to the email again and again but each time she added a few words another interruption would drag her away from it. So it went all day long until it was about 4pm. Work had calmed down enough that she knew she could take the few remaining minutes to finish the email and send it off to him. She knew her mystery man would understand her predicament well enough to postpone their meeting until the following Friday. She was finishing the last sentence of the reply when the power in the building went off bringing the emergency lighting on. Her face became full of panic as she realized that all she had written was gone and she couldn't send her reply. Her boss came by to tell everyone in the office that the power would be out for several hours and they should go home for the night. She slowly walked out of the building, being careful to watch in the dim emergency lighting. Perhaps she walked slowly so she could think about how she was going to get her reply to him in time to postpone things. The ride home didn't fare any better than the rest of her day, first there was a wreck on the road so she had to wait for the police to clear things so traffic could move, then as she turned into the only road into her subdivision there was a couple of utility trucks blocking the road as they finished their repairs and were getting ready to depart for the day. When that cleared she was able to continue on and finally pulled into her driveway 15 minutes later than normal. As she got out of the car she glanced down to notice her short skirt and how much it revealed as she got out of the car. Shocked to see, her naked pussy could be seen from her perspective so she realized that nothing was left unseen to anyone who might be looking at her exit the car. As she entered the house she could feel how moist her pussy was and begin to realize how aroused she had been all day trying to get her email out to the mystery man. For the first time she could feel the cool air of the air conditioning on her groin, the product of not wearing any panties, but it felt good as she focused on getting to her computer to email him. She went upstairs to email him but found her son engrossed in his homework on the computer, she got a sudden feeling in her stomach that today the world was conspiring against her to prevent her from answering that email. The sense of urgency began to make her panic. Not saying anything she went to the foot of her bed and began to change clothes so she could make supper for them. She got the buttons undone on her blouse before she realized she was totally naked under her blouse and skirt. Her son had seen her bounce around in the bra and panties plenty of times but other than the other night when she screamed in orgasm he had never seen her naked. Still facing the bed, away from her son's view, she buttoned up her blouse and turned to go make supper. Still aroused but facing the chore of making supper she took every opportunity to press her pelvic area into things to keep that feeling going. She even took a moment while fixing supper, a momentary slack in the schedule, to go to the bathroom and sit so she could stroke her clit. The feeling, the need to have an orgasm came over her as she rubbed so desperately on her clit. She was gasping, almost ready to climax, in fact she was moaning kind of loudly when she heard her son asking her a question as he stood outside the bathroom door. Totally frustrated she stopped, washed her hands and answered her son's trivial question. Almost shaking from being stopped so close to an orgasm she went back to fixing supper as her boyfriend entered the house. He approached her from behind, wrapped his arms around her and ground his hard cock into her butt as he kissed her neck and said hello. Oh great, she thought. Now he wants me to take time out of my busy schedule to handle him tonight. She felt totally frustrated and began to doubt that she would ever be able to get time to answer the email - that would mean she would have to meet him tomorrow without getting prepared. Supper finished, she and her boyfriend cleaned the kitchen and did the dishes. Chores finished she was ready to go upstairs to the computer while her boyfriend settled in to watch the news. He walked into the den as she started to walk by to go to the computer. As she came by he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the couch with a kiss that normally would have her panting with passion. She ended up sitting on his lap as they kissed, his tongue searching for hers but all she could think of was her short skirt and no panties. She couldn't explain that to him, so after their tongues met and exchanged saliva she broke it off and got off his lap making sure not to disclose her pantiless situation. He wondered why she broke off so quickly but was satisfied with her explanation that she had a hard day at work and everything had gone wrong that could go wrong. She went up to the computer but found her son still on it. She decided to go take a shower so she walked into the bathroom door and closed it tightly behind her. She stripped, getting ready for her shower and as she dropped the skirt and unbuttoned the blouse she realized how naked she had been all day with only these two garments on. She stepped into the shower and turned on the water, picked up the bar of soap and began to caress her body. She felt frustrated in every way, she was sexually frustrated from being so aroused trying to finish her email reply, frustrated that after a week or more of not touching her he came home tonight and wanted to make out and frustrated because she couldn't reply to the email yet. As the water flowed over her nipples bringing them to attention she took the small bath brush (actually a long handled nail brush) and began to rub the handle against her pussy lips trying to arouse her clit. A little rubbing and she felt the need to insert the handle into her tight pussy. It felt good but as she felt the emotion building and the need to cry out as she neared orgasm she realized her son was on the computer just outside the bathroom door. Totally frustrated she pulled the brush out and placed it on the shower rack, shutting off the water. She stepped out of the shower, toweled herself dry and put on her short bathrobe. She looked for night clothes in the bathroom, no pajamas or negligee; so naked except for the robe she opened the bathroom door. She bent to pick up her clothes off the floor and felt the cold air rush against her bare pussy; she let out a quiet gasp and left the bathroom. She was thankful that when she bent to pick up her clothes her butt was facing away from her son's view. Nancy Remembers Ch. 02 Her son was still on the computer so in a somewhat annoyed tone she told him it was his bedtime and he needed to get off the computer. A few minutes later he was done and headed off to bed. She followed to make sure everything was ready for the morning, a ritual she performed every night but tonight is just seemed to be a real chore. She wondered why she babied him so much; after all he was a senior in high school and capable of taking care of himself most of the time. Kissing him good night she sighed in relief that finally she could send off a quick note to tell her mystery man they couldn't meet tomorrow after work. She closed her son's bedroom door and slowly walked back to her bedroom and the computer. As she walked down the hall she became frustrated again, her boyfriend had taken the computer to read and reply to his email. With the sound of disgust she walked into the bedroom and sat at her makeup stand brushing her hair. She tried to look like she hadn't a care in the world but one look at her bushing would have told anyone she was totally frustrated about something. Her boyfriend turned from his email and saw her look so he decided to quickly finish and give her some attention. He shut down the email page and rose to give her some loving care at the makeup stand. A little nibble on the ear lobe and she got up, again showing her frustration and walked toward the bathroom. Not willing to take no for an answer her turns her towards him and unties the robe allowing her naked body to be exposed. He begins to fondle her, she resists, and he rather savagely pulls the robe down her arms binding them to her side and locks on a tongue-exploring kiss with her mouth. After the kiss he whispers into her ear how lovely she looks naked. She begins to loosen up and he slides the robe off her arms, letting it drop to the floor. As he approached to take her in his arms she puts up her hand and says "not now!" in a very frustrated tone. Angrily he grabs her arm and pulls her naked body to the edge of the bed where he sits and pulls her over his knee. He proceeds to deliver a few light swats saying, "you want to act like a bitch, this is how bitches get treated." A few more light swats and he says, "any time you want to stop being a bitch I can stop!" The spanking didn't really bother her, in fact she liked this kind of foreplay but tonight she had things she had to do, like reply to email, so tonight she had no time for this. "I'll stop being a bitch when you stop acting like a bastard!" she said in a hateful tone. Hoping this would stop the playful spanking and they could each do their own thing until lights out she soon found out differently. Totally enraged now her boyfriend picked her up by the waist and carried her over to her makeup stand where he moved the stool out with his foot and reached for the large flat backed hairbrush. Sitting on the stool, he once again put her over his lap. Instinctively, she knew she had said the wrong thing and if this continued it wouldn't be an erotic spanking it would be a full fledged discipline spanking. She struggled to get off his lap but he locked one hand over her waist and centered the back of the hairbrush on her butt. "Please not tonight." She said in a calmed voice, hoping he would stop. "No way are you getting out of this." He replied. "I am so sorry I have been a bitch tonight but it was such a bad day at work, nothing went right and then two traffic jams on the way home. Please, I am so sorry. I just can't handle this tonight." She pleaded in her most sultry voice. "Haven't we talked about this very thing? What happens at work stays at work." And with that the hairbrush made a rise and fell swiftly on her right cheek. As he pulled the brush off her butt he could see the red blotch begin to rise, he knew that it was destined to be very red. She let out a howl and did a little more pleading but it did no good. He raised the brush again and brought it down hard on the left cheek leaving the same kind of imprint on her ass. As the hairbrush rose and fell on her ass cheeks she knew she couldn't say anything to stop it but the pain was horrible. She couldn't remember any time when she had been disciplined this badly. In no time at all she was bawling her eyes out, kicking her feet and trying to slide off his lap. Oh her ass was going to be red, maybe black and blue tomorrow. She lost count of the trips up and down the paddle had made she just remembered that somewhere along the line she stopped bawling because she ran out of tears. Finally the brutality to her buttocks finished and he set the brush down on the makeup stand. He lowered her to her knees while holding her hands so she knelt naked and upright in front of him. "What have you got to say for yourself?" was his only question. Her face bowed before him she mumbled, "I'm sorry." "Well I am going to ask you the same question tomorrow when you get home from work and you better have a different answer or you will receive a little more of the same!" he commented. Standing up he walked calmly to the bed and took off his clothes, down to his shorts. He turned on the bed lamp and off the overhead light, leaving her kneeling in front of the stool he used to spank her on. She knew better than to reach back and rub her blistered butt so she leaned forward to put her arms on the stool. There is no way she could stand up for a while; the pain was just too excruciating to move. Her head fell forward as she leaned on the stool for support, lost in thought. Soon the bed lamp went out as he went off to sleep leaving her kneeling there in the dark. The next thing she knew she was awakened by his snoring. Her knees hurt, her ass hurt, her pussy was on fire and the juices were running down her legs. Struggling with a great deal of pain she was able to stand and finally reach back to rub her blistered butt. Her thoughts were that she really had deserved that because she had been a total bitch from the time she got home but she had only tried to get one thing done all day while the world conspired against her. The one thing, the thing she had tried all day to do, "oh my gawd," she thought I haven't answered the email. As much as it hurt to walk she hobbled over to the computer and tried to sit - the pain was far to excruciating. She moved the chair out of the way, went to the bathroom and got a couple of towels to kneel on hoping that her knees weren't too sore to kneel on for a bit while she replied to what she had tried all day to reply to. She brought up her email screen and pulled up her mystery man's email. As she reread it again for the umpteenth time she could feel the juices flow from her pussy and down her legs, why she wondered did this excite her so much but as she read on she noticed her arousal reach new heights for the day. She knew she had to compose a reply to him. Her reply wasn't simple and it wasn't as she intended it to be. She began to tell him that it was wonderful to hear from him at last and that she owed him so much for teaching her how to be a submissive. She wrote praise of him for teaching her how to be a woman and how to please a man, that she was able to now get any man off in a few minutes with her ability for great cock sucking, again she wondered why she said cock sucking instead of blow jobs as she normally would. As she continued she wrote from her fantasy. She told him that she had a few attempts at anal sex but it kind of fizzled. From her fantasy viewpoint she knew that there was much more to anal sex than she had experienced and she felt sure she had much to learn from him. After about two pages of erotic discussion about how good he was she realized she hadn't said anything about not being able to meet him tomorrow, as was her original intent in replying. She quickly added a paragraph saying she had opened the email too late to be able to make a meeting tomorrow but she could meet him next Friday. She quickly sent the email and felt a great deal of relief as she got the confirmation that it was on its way. Her knees were very sore and it took her a few minutes to get off one knee and steady herself. As she took both hands to try and sooth the muscles in her leg she felt how wet her thigh was from her pussy being so wet and flowing down her leg. Her ass ached beyond belief but she struggled to stand up so both knees were off the floor. Her hand went up her other thigh; it was as wet as the other with her pussy juice. Standing in front of the computer she put her hand to her nose, smelling of her own pussy juice, which covered her hand and fingers. It aroused her to the point where she put two fingers in her mouth to suck the juice off them, then two more. She was shaking on the verge of an orgasm when she heard the familiar ding of incoming email. She instinctively knew it had to be from him, she wondered what he had to say. Aching all over, she bent over to read what his email said. The subject line read "No!" Not sure what that meant she quickly opened the email and read the following: "If you want a glorious adventure like the last time you will forget all your excuses and be there tomorrow at 4:45. Wear a slightly translucent, sleeveless silk blouse with no bra. Wear the shortest skirt you have with no panties, one that just covers the pussy when you sit down. Every two hours you will masturbate to the point of orgasm but stop short. When you leave the office tomorrow make sure you raise your skirt to your waist, keep your legs spread and play with your pussy all the way over. Don't forget to stop at the guard shack and say good night to him, he is a friend of mine and will call me with an update of what he sees as you leave. Until tomorrow at 4:45 then" the email ended He wasn't taking no for an answer. She kneeled down again to send him a begging reply. She told him she was too sore to meet and it would have to wait for next Friday. She shipped off the email and it wasn't a minute before she got a reply. There was no subject line but when she opened the email it simple said, "No, be there!" She bowed her head ready to cry but though she might try bringing up AIM to chat with him. Aim came up but he wasn't signed on. She felt totally frustrated again but realized there was nothing she could do except go to bed. She closed her email screen and headed off to bed. She pulled back the cover and started to sit down to get in bed but her sore butt warned her before it was too late. Knowing she couldn't sit for a while she knelt on the bed and laid down on her stomach, putting her head under the pillow as she pulled the covers over her. Even the light touch of the sheets on her butt caused her much consternation. Not being used to sleeping on her tummy made her feel quite uncomfortable but eventually she fell asleep. She awoke to the buzzing of the alarm, she reached over and hit the snooze button, something she rarely did but she felt awful after last night's total fiasco. Ten minutes later the alarm awoke her again, she reached out and shut it off, then she struggled to get out of bed, once putting weight on her buttocks and quickly found that a mistake. She wondered how she was going to sit at work today. Once out of bed she headed to the bathroom to shower and get ready for work. Walking into the bathroom she saw her butt in the mirror and was doubly shocked not only was her butt showing the bruises of the spanking she got last night but she was also shocked that she had slept nude last night. She showered quickly wanting to make up for the little 10-minute snooze she took when the alarm first went off. In the shower she carefully rubbed her butt trying to sooth the painful memory of her spanking. Once she dried off, very carefully drying her butt she exited the bathroom, picked up her short bathrobe from its place on the floor and moved the stool over under the makeup counter, pausing to think what might help remove the soreness from her butt. Turning to see the damage in the mirror again she winced at how blue it had turned overnight - that had undoubtedly been the worst spanking she had ever had. Turning to face the mirror she quickly brushed her hair, a task she usually did while sitting in front of the mirror but not today, or for many days from the looks of the bruises. While brushing her hair she got this hot feeling in her pussy as her thoughts went to the fact that she was meeting her mystery man again today. Her mind snapped back to the present trying to remember the exact instructions he gave her, then her mind began to wander off to what she might experience today. She again noticed how moist her pubic area was, her vaginal secretions were beginning to moisten her thighs. Finished with her hair she walked into her closet to find her day's outfit. It was easy to find her white silk blouse so she put it on and buttoned it without hesitating to grumble about he wouldn't let her wear a bra. The blouse chosen she set out to find a skirt that would complement the blouse and be short enough for him. She found a black skirt and stepped into it but it came to half way to her knees, she knew he wouldn't allow that so she hung it up again. Next came a dark brown skirt that was shorter but not quite as short as the one she wore yesterday. Finally she found a pastel yellow skirt that should work but the zipper was broken so she put in the pile of clothes to be repaired. Still looking she spied a red-checkered skirt, one she had worn to a costume party as a schoolgirl, with her hair in braids. It certainly was short enough for him so she put it on and looked in the mirror. If she moved much or lifted her arms up her bare pussy would show and remembered that the time she wore the skirt everyone kept kidding her about seeing her panties every time she bent over or reached up. This was certainly was short enough for him but she wouldn't be able to bend or reach at work if anyone was within viewing distance and location. Not only did she not want her coworkers seeing her naked pussy but also she didn't want anyone seeing her naked and bruised butt. Convincing herself she could avoid any indecency at work she again looked in the mirror and smiled, this would please him she reminded herself. She got her son and off they went to the car. As her son was putting his backpack in the back seat of the car she slipped in preparing for the pain on her butt. The pain was bad enough but she found the skirt rode up to expose her bare pussy and she couldn't pull it down any further. She picked up her purse and set it on her lap as she looked for something else to hide her nakedness from her son. Finding nothing she just left the purse on her lap as she started the car, pulling out of the driveway and on to school. At the school she couldn't lean over and kiss her son good-bye because of the pain it would cause to her butt so she waited for him to lean over and give her a peck on the cheek as he said good-bye. As she pulled into the parking lot at work she suddenly took notice of the guard as she drove by. Wondering to herself if she would have enough nerve to roll down her window on the way out, stop and say good night to the guard. Did he really know her mystery man or not; she bet not but couldn't risk not doing as commanded. She parked as close as she could get to the office door and carefully exited the vehicle when she was sure nobody was looking otherwise they would see every charm she had and then some. She drew a few wolf whistles on her way into the office but she did her best to ignore them. She wasn't prepared for the day of sitting in her rather hard office chair at her computer but managed to wince only once or twice as she seated herself, she was sure this pain was going to last a week or more. She began to work away but more than once she noticed one of the male coworkers staring in her direction, she wondered why since she was behind the desk and her naked pussy wasn't on display. After a while it was time for her to go to the mailroom to get the department mail so on her way out she glanced over at the guy who had been staring at her, then over at her desk. She was horrified by what she saw; the front of her desk was built in two sections with about an eight-inch gap between the front and side panels. All the way to the mailroom she wondered if he could see anything from his vantage point. She returned from the mailroom via the long route just so she could pass by his desk and see what he could see of her. Again she was horrified because as she stood directly behind him she could see the seat of her chair perfectly, that meant that all morning he had been staring at her naked pussy - cunt as her mystery man called it. As she arrived back at her desk she pulled her chair off to the side where her cunt wasn't on display as she sat down. She gasped over the pain as she sat down again, several people looked up to see why but not seeing anything of interest they went back to work. Seated in her chair she realized she couldn't sit at this location of her desk and still do her work. Trying to scoot a chair over with a sore butt turned into a painful procedure but she was trying her best not to make any sounds from the pain it caused. When her chair was in a position so she could do her work she was right back where she had been, showing her naked twat to that man. He looked up and smiled. She thought, you bastard you, but then realized how wet she was between her legs. The heck with it, she thought, if he wants to look let him look. The next time she saw him look at her she spread her legs so he could get a better view. Surprising herself she spread her legs wide enough so she was sure he could clearly view her cunt lips if he wanted to - and he did. Then came the mandatory two hour time when she had to go to the restroom to masturbate so she stood up, pulled her skirt down as far as she could and walked in the direction of her observer. He watched her as she came by on her way to the restroom. The restroom visit turned out to be total agony. She went into a stall, locked the door and put the seat cover on the toilet lid. She tried, as best she could to sit on the seat but all her weight was on the sorest part of her butt. Finally she gave up and just stood up. She raised her skirt, spread her legs wide and commenced to masturbate. The pain from her butt didn't make it easy but she soon started to feel the electric euphoria associated with orgasm. She got to the point where she had to keep her mouth shut tightly in order to avoid loud moaning. Her clit was so aroused it was probably twice as large as normal when she masturbated. Her climax almost overtook her and as her body entered that stage where it started shaking uncontrollably she stopped. Oh why does he make me do this she wondered but she knew the answer - keep her aroused all-day and ready for him. She returned to her desk, again passing by his desk on the way to hers. The next time she was to masturbate she decided against the restroom. Sitting at her desk she scooted up as tightly as she could, spread her legs very wide and looked at her observer. His eyes went wide as she began to rub her exposed clit. He could see her face become contorted with pleasure as she approached climax. Her mouth was sealed tightly to avoid any noise from moaning to escape. Finally she had to quit short of orgasm so she removed her hand giving her observer a view of a super excited cunt that was so wet it was soaking the seat of her chair. The cool air on her cunt started to feel good so she kept her legs spread, giving him a view he certainly enjoyed and she realized how this excited her so. Every two hours he got a repeat of this episode. The rest of the day she kept wondering how she had gone from being embarrassed about someone seeing her naked to actually sitting in her chair spreading her legs to allow this observer to see everything, he had to know for sure that she had a bald cunt, her cunt lips were very wet, he also had to know she had masturbated several times today and most of all she enjoyed giving him the exhibition. Nancy Remembers Ch. 02 As the day ended she picked up the mail to take to the mailroom on her way home. She decided to take the long way again, stopping by the mans desk to say "good night, did you enjoy the view today and thank you for not alerting all the guys, I'll do that again if you don't spread the word around." Walking off she wondered how she could be that brazen and bold when she normally was quiet and shy. She walked to her car, and then looked around for anyone that could see her enter and sit down. There were a couple of guys looking her direction but she also saw about six others that would soon come into viewing range so she decided to take the lesser of two evils. She quickly hiked her skirt to her waist, baring her butt to the world and jumped into the front seat. She closed the door as she let out a howl from the pain of sitting so quickly on her bruised posterior. The pain began to subside so she started the car, still turning over things in her mind as to what she was supposed to do on the way to the motel. She put the car in drive and proceeded to the guard shack. On the way she put her hand in her crotch, began to rub her clit but found she was already very moist there. She put two fingers into her cunt and began to use her thumb to excite her clit. As she approached the guard shack she rolled down the window and stopped at the guard. Her rubbing her clit had her so excited she was moaning as the guard said something to her. She was stopped as instructed but she was moaning as an orgasm approached. The guard stuck his head in the window and said "let me help you with that ma'am" as he reached into the car with one hand. His fingers quickly moved to her hand, removed it and inserted two fingers in her hole and pressed a thumb very hard against her clit. She stammered, "No.. no thank you.. uhh, oh, oh gawd I am cummmming .. oh, ah, oh, cummmmmmmng!" She sat there, embarrassed that this guard had just made her orgasm and she did nothing to stop him. This hadn't been in her instructions but it did feel so good, almost perfect. He removed his hand, raised his fingers to his nose and said, "Very nice cunt you have there lady, any time you need a little help just stop by and I'll be happy to give you a hand, actually fingers is more like it." he chuckled. A little composure had come back and she was able to drive on wondering if he really did know the mystery man and call him. It was exactly 4:45 when she parked the car and got out. Her bruised butt was available for all to see until she realized that she forgot to put her skirt down, not that it covered much when down. She walked into the motel lobby and spied him sitting in a chair opposite the front desk. She walked over to him and held out her hand. Taking her hand he pulled her shoulders down towards him as he kissed her hand. She knew exactly what had just happened, he made her bend over so the desk clerk could get a good view of her naked pussy and ass. If he had been looking she was certain that he saw how red and moist her pussy was; ready for a lot of action she told herself. He rose, holding on to her hand as he let her follow him to the elevator and the room. As she entered the elevator he turned her, forced her to bend over and with the door closing her began to pummel her raw butt with swats. She cried out in pain as he spanked her but all she could hear was him saying, "you dumb slut who told you that you were to orgasm at the guard shack, do you want to be a whore that lets the guard finger fuck you every time you leave work?" The barrage of spanks continued until the elevator stopped. He allowed her to stand as the doors opened. Just outside the elevator was a room with the ice machine in it, he guided her into it and said, "Strip!" She looked shocked and stood there. He finally started unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her naked breasts. She continued to stand there as he slid the blouse off her, then he unfastened her skirt and let it drop. Still she continued to stand there fully naked now. Finally he picked up her clothes and said to her, "Now I want you to take 6 of the largest ice cubes you get out of the machine and cram them up your cunt, then follow me to the room and you better be able to give me six ice cubes when we get in the room otherwise you'll have to walk down here and try again until you get it right!" She looked totally dumbfounded. He started off down the hall carrying her clothes leaving her standing naked. Then it dawned on her she needed to do something. Putting a bucket under the spout she pressed the button for ice. She picked the largest ice cubes she could find and stuffed them up her cunt, she was freezing inside but she finished and ran down the hall after him. As she got to the room he had the door open and had pulled a glass from the bathroom. "Ok cunt, let's have the ice cubes and there better be 6 of them," he demanded. Embarrassed but ever the dutiful sub she reached into her now freezing cunt and began to pull out ice cubes. The big ones had melted to almost nothing but she could only pull out four. As the fourth one fell into the glass she burst into tears and said, "Master I am so sorry I have failed you. May I try again to get the ice back to the room?" As she said this she realized what had come over her, she had returned to the submissive sex slave of two years ago. She just wanted to please him at all costs. If it meant others seeing her naked in the hall then so be it but she was going to prove to him that she could get six ice cubes back to the room without melting. She opened the door and rushed naked down to the ice machine without so much as a word from him. At the machine she got a large quantity of ice and sorted through it for the six largest cubes. This time she just set them aside until she had six of the largest. Then, quickly, one after the other she inserted them into her cunt and ran back to the room. The door was closed, she almost burst into tears but she knocked and he opened it quickly. She stepped into the room and began pulling the ice cubes from her cunt, dropping them into the glass. This time there were six of them; she was pleased. He escorted her into the bedroom and made her lay on her tummy while he fixed a drink using the ice cubes she had brought back. Sitting on the chair he looked at her bruised butt and said, "Now tell me how your ass came to be bruised like that!" as he took a sip of the drink. She related the events of yesterday, including all the frustration at work and trying to get an email out to him, the fact that her boyfriend had come home in a frisky mood but she had sort of shunned him by being a total bitch. The final part was where she had shunned his attempts to give her an erotic spanking before fucking her and how she had responded - again being the total bitch. Then she described the scene where he had taken over his knee at the makeup counter and used the flat hairbrush to brutally blister her butt, how she had cried and pleaded with him to no avail, how she had cried so much she ran out of tears and could only lay there, kicking her legs, as he finished her spanking. He had listened carefully while taking a sip of his drink occasionally. Finally when she had finished telling her tale of woe he just sat there pondering. She turned to look at him but continued to lay flat on her tummy. Finally he said, "Hmmm .. Remind me to spank you harder and longer than he did before we leave here tonight." She turned her face away and said, "How did I know you would take up for his brutal behavior to Me." she mumbled into the bed as she kicked her legs in defiance of his judgment. He set his glass down and stood by her side as she heard this strange noise. Then she felt this sharp pain on her already bruised butt, he was using a belt to whip her. She put her face deep into the bed and cried in pain but did not move; knowing very well if she moved it would only get worse. He whipped and whipped until she thought he wasn't going to stop. Finally he stopped and she felt such a relief as the pain began to subside. He stood beside her, dropped his trousers and shorts, then sat on the other bed and said, "Now show me you haven't forgotten how to be that great cocksucker you were born to be." With tears still in her eyes she moved carefully off the bed and knelt between his legs, reaching out for his cock she licked the tip with her tongue. The precum seemed to awaken the desire in her again. Slowly she devoured his cock in her mouth, rising up and down the shaft as her tongue gently rolled around the large shaft. She remembered how large and enjoyable his cock was, she even remembered when she learned to deep throat him, taking all of his cock into her mouth, letting it ease back to her tonsils and how she loved it as his cock spurted his hot sperm into her throat. Just the thought of it had her ready to orgasm but she dared not do that until he said she could. Moving up and down his cock with her mouth, taking time to caress the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue she had him ready to ejaculate in only a few minutes. Removing her hands and placing them behind her back she continued pleasing his cock, continued pleasing her Master. She could tell he was close so she brought one hand around to massage his balls as she stepped up the deep throat attack. She ran his cock deeper and deeper into her throat until she could feel his cock bouncing off the deepest part of her throat. She was determined to make him cum in the far reaches of her mouth, as she felt his cock erupt with the first batch of jisim she rammed her mouth down the pole forcing her nose into his pubic hair. She stepped up the massage of his balls so she could get every last drop of seamen out of him. Her tongue lapped up any remaining juice that hadn't gone down her throat. She felt him relax from the climax and his cock began to soften so she let his cock fall from her mouth. Her hand that had massaged his balls moved to her back and folded with the other one. She was wild with excitement, she had just given her Master a great blow job and was kneeling at his crotch shaking, ready to climax so she took the opportunity to ask, "Master, please Master, may I cum now. I need to cum, please Master." He seemed to come out of a fog with her words, sitting up he grasped her head in his hands and said, "No. I am afraid not yet but the time is coming soon when you will experience an orgasm such as you have never had. So No you may not cum." Her head dropped and disappointment showed in her face but she replied, "Yes Master. Thank you for letting me please you Master." He relaxed while holding her head. Slowly he pulled her head forward until it lay in his crotch and kissed the back of her head. He held her like that for a few minutes until she relaxed, frustrated from her denial of climax. Slowly he lifted her head until she was looking him in the eyes, pausing for a few moments to tenderly look into her eyes he finally said in a sweet quiet whisper, "Go get my bag off the table and bring it to me here!" She immediately got up and walked over to the table for the bag, even though it was plain that she was experiencing a lot of pain from her sore knees and blistered behind she said nothing. Returning to the bedside with the bag she held it out for him. He took the bag and set it beside him on the bed. He smiled at her saying, "Than you Nancy. Now I want you to lay across my lap, placing your hands on the floor and your butt shining in my eyes." She moved to comply with his command but her eyes began to well up with tears as she said "Have I displeased you in some way Master?" Stretching out she put her hands on the floor and made sure he had a perfect view of her bruised butt. He reached into his bag for something as he replied to her question, "No, sweet thing. I am going to put some cream on your butt that will help heal it much faster." With that he began rubbing some cool cream on her butt and massaging it in. She winced as his first touches brought the pain back but as he continued to massage it in she began to feel better. Her first thought was that it feels better because he is playing with her butt but then realized it was the cream that was helping to relieve the soreness. She lay perfectly still and content with him slowly massaging the cream in, in fact she kind of drifted off into a world of pleasure. His question to her brought her out of her trance like dream, "Now tell me why you came here today?" He was still playing with her butt and beginning to massage a little harder but she remained still and seemed to be enjoying this little time over his lap. He could tell because his fingers occasionally drifted between her legs and would come back wet from her pussy lips. "I came because my Master commanded me." Came her response. For her response he took a swat at her upturned buttocks. She yelped and said, "Ok, sorry I was just being smart. I came here to learn about anal sex since my experience with it has been unfulfilling." With that he began to rub her butt gently, which made her feel that much more aroused. She knew her cunt juice was flowing and had probably run down on his legs by now. She also knew he was aware of how moist she was as she had felt, no been aroused, by those occasional strokes with his fingers to her cunt lips. Not being allowed to climax had kept her very aroused, downright horny, and her cunt was ready for some attention. She felt his hand leave her butt to dig in his bag of tricks, she immediately missed the attention he had been giving her cheeks and defiantly missed his fingers rubbing across her cunt lips. Quickly he came up with a handful of things she couldn't quite see clearly. She felt his left hand spread her butt cheeks, and then she felt him apply something to her little anus. He began to spread the lubricant around her tight butt hole, finally inserting a finger into her anus. She gasped as he put the finger in up to the second digit and begin to rotate it. "Relax and trust me." He said. "Let my fingers do the stretching, you concentrate on relaxing your anal muscles so I can do my job." He continued to apply lubricant and finally after a few minutes he inserted a second finger. Again he said, "Relax and trust me." A little more rotation of the two fingers found her relaxing her anal muscles so the fingers moved easily around, spreading the lubricant inside her rectum. He inserted the third finger and quickly she showed signs of discomfort. She blurted out "Sir, Oh Sir, that hurts and I don't think I can take any more." The third finger was in to the second digit and he began to rotate all three fingers as she moved around his lap showing how uncomfortable this was. "Nobody asked you what you can and cannot take, your job is to lay still and relax your muscles. Is that clear?" Her hands still on the floor, her head craned up and her legs showing signs of kicking to relieve the pain she replied, "Yes Master." Once said, she lowered her head and stopped the kicking with her legs. Once again she was still and very complacent lying over his lap. As she relaxed he added some more lubricant around the three fingers and rotated them. This time it began to feel strange but yet erotic. Why did she always fight him when she knew he would be right - she had no answer for that. He felt her relax and accept the three fingers as they rotated in her rectum. Yes, he thought, she is beginning to accept this and soon will enjoy more. A few minutes of rotating back and forth her asshole had become accustomed to the three fingers and he could hear moans of pleasure coming from her. Time for the next step he thought so he reached into his bag a brought out a medium sized butt plug that he lubed and began to insert into her as he withdrew the three fingers. She could feel the change of pressure as he removed the fingers and inserted the butt plug but she made every effort to relax her anal muscles so he could do what he did best, train her. The butt plug felt different than the fingers but her relaxed anus took the change with no discomfort - she felt proud that she had been able to make it this far without any major difficulty. She lay passively across his lap noticing how this process had changed from being painful to being mildly erotic. With the butt plug in she could feel it every time he would twist it or pull on it and she soon felt how erotic this made her feel. He began to move the plug in and out and as long as she stayed relaxed and did not fight it her anal muscles were fine. The stimulation provided felt very enjoyable. While the plug was in he played with her butt cheeks, spreading more of that cream on them. She soon began to feel her love juice flow wildly The time had come for him to change the butt plug for a larger one so he reached into his bag of tricks, pulled forth a butt plug that was larger than any cock her cunt had taken. He showed it to her and made her put it in her mouth to lubricate it. In her mouth she had her lips as wide as they would go, it even made her jaw stretch. He rotated it in her mouth as he said, "Now you are going to see just how far your anal muscles can stretch without hurting you." Her eyes went wide at the suggestion that this was going in her butt. She began to feel the butt plug that was already in there move as he pulled it out and pushed it in. Her head bowed down as she made every effort to stay relaxed as he played with her asshole. Soon she began to feel the pleasure arise from this, if this was going to continue she knew she would climax and her mouth was too full for her to do anything but moan in the pleasure of the moment. He smiled as she moaned. He knew her mouth was full so she couldn't tell him or ask him anything. He also knew that soon she would be climaxing from this play and of course she couldn't ask for permission to cum. He continued to play with the plug, moving it in and out to keep her aroused. He felt her begin to tighten and move as she drew nearer to climax so he added a little additional stimulation by playing with her clit. It didn't take long before she was mumbling and moaning with that plug in her mouth, he could feel her tensing to climax. Suddenly her body began to shake and convulse as she orgasmed, all the time mumbling around the plug in her mouth. Then as quickly as her body had started to convulse it relaxed and her body went limp over his lap. She had climaxed without asking permission. He removed the plug from her mouth and heard a stream of apologies from her mouth, "Oh sir I am sorry. I am so sorry but it came over me quick. Master I couldn't ask to cum. Oh please forgive me sir I know I shouldn't have but I came anyway." He smiled and said, "I noticed so I guess we will have to deal with that later." "Yes sir." she said in a dejected tone. Fully relaxed over his knees she barely felt the plug removed but she could feel the increased pressure as the larger plug was inserted but it went in without any pain. He rotated it a few times and then began to move it in and out like a dildo. Even though she had just climaxed this new stimulation was working its magic on her. She could feel the fluid flow in her pussy; that electric charge seemed to emanate from her cunt to her asshole as she began to get very excited. "Oh Master, that is doing something to me. It feels so good, I may not last long, and I can feel another orgasm coming. Oh Master can I please cum, please?" She flooded the room with her words. Yes she was enjoying this and he could tell it not only by the tone of her voice but also the volume in her pleas. "Does my little love slave think she has been good enough to orgasm again?" he teased. "Oh yes, please Master I beg of you. I will do anything if you let me cum again." she begged. Nancy Remembers Ch. 02 "Anything?" he questioned. "Yes ANYTHING! Oh hurry Master and tell me to cum or I might do it accidentally again." her begging was even more desperate. "Ok then, Anything it is so go ahead my love. You may cum!" he told her knowing she might regret the 'anything' later. She lay across his lap and stiffened then her body convulsed into her most dramatic orgasm yet today. Her body shook for more than a minute as she verbalized "oh gawwwd, Oh damn .. AHEEEEEE .. Oh Master thank you ... Cummming ... AHEEEEE .. Oh this is big .." She finally finished shaking and he could feel her body go limp. But just as she went limp she felt the plug begin the in out motion and like it or not her body was beginning to respond. It didn't take long and she was ready to orgasm again. There was no turning back now it began at her groin, worked up her back and before she could say anything her body convulsed again, shaking more violently than the last time. She knew this was going to be the big O for the day. Her body shook to the point where he had to hold her on his lap and the orgasm took over her whole body. "Master, oh gawwwd, Oh damn .. AHEEEEEE .. Oh Master ... Cummming ... AHEEEEE .. Oh this is bigger .. AHEEE .. CUMMMMMMM ing .. cummmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... AHHHHHHHHHG" Finally she collapsed and this time she just couldn't move at all. "Ok, your almost ready," he said as he forced her to a standing position by his lap. She was weak and wobbly beside him but she could still feel the plug in her butt. Her body was covered with sweat and the cool of the air-conditioning. He bent her over the bed telling her to rest her hands and support her weight on that bed. He patted her butt as he stood. She leaned on the bed as he walked off to finish the rest of his drink, the one with the melted cunt ice cubes. Finishing his drink he got up and walked to the bed with his bag of toys picked up the KY jelly and spread some over the head of his now erect cock. He walked around the bed where she was leaning and lay on his back. She gazed at his cock, it was very big but she loved it so. She was wondering what he had in mind but didn't have to wait very long to find out. He said, "I want you to climb on the bed, position yourself as if you were going to ride my cock. When you're in position I will remove the butt plug and you are going to impale yourself with my cock in its place. Do you understand what I mean?" Her eyes widened as she realized he was putting her in control of how she got butt fucked so she replied, "Yes Master. Thank you for letting me control my pleasure level." Dutifully she climbed on the bed as if she were going to fuck him cowgirl style but remained poised over his cock. He reached behind her and slowly removed the butt plug, and then he guided his cock to her awaiting brown hole. Removing his hand he pressed her down until his cock was right at the sphincter muscle, then a little more so the head of his cock was in her asshole. Then he signaled her to proceed at her pace. Slowly she lowered herself down the shaft, feeling the amazing pleasure of her body as his cock invaded her chocolate highway. A couple of inches and she paused to relax her anal muscles, then a few more until she moaned in pleasure as the full length of his cock pleasured her. She kept moaning in pleasure to assure him that she was enjoying this fucking. As time went on she could feel all the erotic pleasure this was affording her. She decided to speed things up a little, rising until his cock head was the only thing in her ass then she rode down letting his wonderful cock fill her bowels again. Faster and faster she repeated this act as she could feel an orgasm building in her. From deep within it started until she knew she would never be able to stop. She rode his cock for everything she was worth. Soon the orgasm began to surface and she let out a tremendous scream of joy, "Oh sir, thank you for this, I love the way your cock fills me so. I am going to cum but it keeps building and building. This is going to be so big I may pass out from the sheer joy of it. Oh what a wonderful ... AEEEH AEEH here it comes .. Ahhhh oh Master this is the best .. cummmming ... CUMMMMMMMING... AHHHEEE!" She was driving his cock into her as hard and fast as she could now as wave after wave of orgasm shook her body. Her body was as wet from sweat as if she had just come in from standing naked in a rainstorm. She fell forward catching herself with her arms, and then collapsing on his chest. He rolled her off him and got off the bed, and then he dragged her to the edge of the bed and made her stand leaning over the bed while he plunged his rock hard cock in her rectum again. She moaned a little but was too weak to move any. His cock in her anal tract as far as it would go he grasped her hips and started pounding away. She began to respond as his pelvis slammed into her ass making that spanking noise. A few seconds of this and her body was alive with lust, wanting more of this. The rapid slapping of his pelvis against her ass, hurt as it might, was driving her to new heights of passion. When he would start to thrust in she would push back to meet it, when he started to pull his cock out she moved back to retain it. She just couldn't get enough of this butt fucking. Finally he started to cum so his thrusts sped up then slowed so he could shoot his cum inside her. The final orgasm snuck up on her and just as she could feel his hot juice filling her bowels she shook, convulsed and started a spasm like she had never experienced before. Her body spasmed for several minutes after he shot his load until she could take no more. Her body just collapsed onto the bed, his cock slipping out with a whooshing sound. He let her lay over the edge of the bed while he got cleaned up and dressed. When he was finished and ready to go he took the washrag from the bathroom and spread her ass cheeks. The warm washrag brought her to life again as he cleaned the lubrication off her ass and wiped the juices from her cunt and legs. She rolled over and put her legs on the bed as if she were going to have a nice nap. She lay there totally relaxed and felt like her fantasy had become reality. Returning from the bathroom he said, "Don't you have to phone home to make excuses?" Laying in her fantasy slumber she sat bolt upright at his question. "Oh, gawd, I am late and should have called home two hours ago." She went to her purse and dialed home. Her son answered and she apologized for not calling earlier but she had been delayed. She said she would be a while longer but go ahead and eat without her. She rushed over to the dresser where he had put her clothes and started getting dressed. All the while she expressed her enjoyment of the evening and how wonderful he had been. She said she couldn't thank him enough for proving there was more to anal sex than she had ever imagined. A last minute check in the mirror she thought to brush her hair, she turned to him and said, "Do I look alright to go home now?" "Yes," he responded. She moved towards him, gave him a departing deep throat kiss and said, "I'm out of here, thanks for the wonderful time. Email me with the next date." She said the last part as an invitation for more because she now knew she had to have more. "Thanks," he replied, "but aren't you forgetting something?" "No," she said with a puzzled look on her face. "Ok, go over to the window and open the drapes and the sheers, then describe the scene to me!" He ordered her. She opened the drapes, then the sheers and started to look outside. She turned to tell him what she saw. Before she could say anything he said, "Open them wider, all the way open." She turned and did as requested then turning back to him and said, "I see the sloping drive right outside the window, several people walking down to the front of the building, my car at the bottom of the slope. Should I see any more?" "No, that is fine. As long as there are people walking by that is fine," He replied. "You sure there is nothing you forgot?" He asked again. "No, I don't think soooooooh .." her voice tapered off as her mind went back to what he had said when he made her lay on her tummy and explain why her butt was so bruised. "You're not?" The words trickled out. She remembered he had said to remind him to spank her harder than her boyfriend had and longer. Her ass was in bad enough condition how could he make it worse. "Yes," He replied. "Now go over to my bag of toys and bring me the rosewood paddle!" Her face dropped. She paused as if evaluating her options. Slowly she turned and went to the bag withdrawing the rosewood paddle, she knew how much this hurt when her butt wasn't sore but she had no idea what it would be like considering the current state of things. Her head held low she advanced slowly toward him. He had pulled out the straight-backed chair from the desk and turned it around so she could stand beside him. She did just that, moving to his right side with her back to the window she handed him the paddle. He didn't reach for the paddle, instead he made her stand there holding the paddle out, giving her plenty of time to think before he said, "Now why am I being handed this paddle and what do you want me to do with it?" "I am giving you this paddle for you to use on my backside because I was a total bitch yesterday and last night. I offended people I shouldn't have and I refused to have sex with my boyfriend when he only wanted to be loving to me. I was a bad girl and a total bitch so I want you to teach me a lesson in behaving. I know my butt is blistered and raw but I want no mercy so spank me as hard and as long as you think I deserve it." She let these words come out but was totally amazed at what she had said. He made a stunning reply to her, "I take this paddle and am going to spank you far harder and longer than he did last night. Then I want you to go home and apologize to him in the bedroom, I want you to present the brush he used last night to him and ask him to spank you harder than last night. After he spanks you I want you to use your best form to give him a terrific cocksucking before he goes to bed. I want you to do the exact same thing every night until next Friday when you will meet me here for your final spanking and next training session. Do you understand this?" She stood stunned by his pronouncement and could not muster up any words to answer. He waited for something from her but with nothing forthcoming he said, "Now pull your skirt up to your waist and lay over my lap. I want your hands to lock on to the legs of the chair and do not remove them until I am done. Is that clear?" Stilled stunned she managed to reply, "Yes Master." With a trancelike look she lifted her skirt to her waist and draped her body across his lap, grabbing the legs of the chair. She knew this was going to be long and painful. True to his word his spanking was far worse than she had gotten the night before. He wailed her butt from right to left, from the bottom of each cheek to the top. The pain was so intense she thought she would pass out. She started with a whimpering and proceeded to agonizing cries, then on to flood of tears and finally when she ran out of tears she just lay there passively waiting for him to finish or the pain to be so unbearable she would sink into unconsciousness. She gasped when he finally finished but continued to lie there whimpering. Finally he instructed her to put the paddle up and bring the cream. She did as requested but showing much discomfort when she walked. Her skirt was still around her waist. Coming back with the cream she, for the first time, realized that all the people that walked by the window had obviously seen her awful spanking. She wondered how many had lingered to watch, she could feel the moisture flowing down her legs so she knew this thought excited her. She returned to his side, skirt still up, and handed him the cream. He took the cream but kept her at his side. He, in a very kind and gentle tone said, "I want you to take this cream with you and after you get your remaining spanking tonight I want you to rub some of this on your butt to make it heal faster. And remember that you are to get a spanking like this every night until we meet next Friday. I will except no excuses - you cannot let your boyfriend feel lenient towards your punishment, if he does you must beg him to do it, tell him you need it and deserve it. If your butt isn't at least as bruised as it is now I will know you let him be lenient and you will be punished for it." She shook her head in acknowledgment. He continued, "We are going to set up a ritual where Monday you wear a knee length skirt, Tuesday it is two inches shorter, Wednesday it is another two inches shorter so by Friday your skirt is so short it begins to show your cunt when you sit down. You are not to wear a bra or panties for any reason. You are also to email me every day with the results of the night before events in full detail. On Fridays at work you will masturbate every two hours but stop before orgasm. When you leave work on Friday, headed here you are to pull your skirt to your waist, masturbate your cunt while driving and stop at the guard shack to say good night. Do you understand this?" She shook her head in acknowledgment. "Good, you may pull your skirt down now and go home. I await your email descriptions and will see you here next Friday." He finalized. Pulling her skirt down she felt the pain of her raw butt against the cloth of the skirt. She walked out of the motel, entered the elevator and thought about how awful the next week was going to be. She made a mental note to never be a bitch again no matter the situation. Leaving the elevator she walked through the lobby, stopping to smile at the desk clerk and say goodbye. On the way to her car she had a couple of erotic thoughts, the first was that her observer was going to get to see her masturbate a lot at her desk in addition to getting to see her pussy most days at work, the second was how happy she would make the guard every Friday. Then it occurred to her he knows the guard finger fucked me to orgasm but he didn't say I couldn't let him do it again ... hmmmm. Nancy Remembers Ch. 03 Stories in this series Nancy Remembers Chap. 1 Nancy Remembers Chap. 2 * She felt exuberant and sexy as she walked to the car. She wondered how she could endure two brutal spankings, an ass fucking and still feel this horny. She opened the car door and sat down briskly before realizing how sore her butt was. She cried out in pain, then looked to see if anyone was in the parking lot that could have heard her. She was lucky. She wasn't too happy about the upcoming week's events but it would be worth it to keep her Master satisfied. The thought of convincing her bedmate to spank her harder than his last brutal assault of her derriere wasn't going to be easy. They had lived together almost two years and yesterday was the first time he had spanked her that hard. She did look forward to the part where she would suck his cock after each spanking. She hoped he was up for a cocksucking session every day for the next week. He wasn't as interested in sex as she had been, maybe a once a week was good for him but she had desires more often than that. Of course now that she was meeting her Master again she had desires of daily or maybe a couple of times a day. In fact thinking back about her desires she began to realize that dressing for her Master made her have desires; even letting her observer see her masturbate got her really hot. She hadn't really had this undying need for cock until her boyfriend had brutally spanked her Thursday night. From that moment on she was ready to take cock anywhere she could find it -- she was a cock slave or so she was beginning to think. Now driving home after so many fine orgasms with anal sex she had been wondering how she could still feel horny but the situation was becoming clear now -- the last thing her Master had done to her was spank her much harder than her boyfriend had the night before -- here she was on her way home and she was horny again. Another thought popped into her mind, she looked down and realized she was fingering her clit as she drove. She drove into the driveway and noticed her bedmate wasn't home yet. She hoped she could convince him to spank her every day for the next week but there was a lot of doubt here. First of all he tended to be a wimp when it came to forcing her to do something. Second he had never really liked it when he spanked her. He did it because he knew she liked it but erotic spanking was normally all he would do. She was thinking that if (and that was a big if) she could convince him to spank her very hard again that he might decide she had been put through enough and want to let her off easy. She knew she couldn't afford that, Master had made it clear that her butt should be as bruised next Friday as it was tonight or she would suffer the consequences -- his consequences were always worse than not doing as he said. She exited the car but noticed that her cunt juice was all over the seat, thankfully they were leather so it wouldn't stain. It made her realize how horny she was and by the time she walked in the front door she could feel how wet her thighs were getting. She wanted to get upstairs and clean up before doing anything else so she started upstairs. About half way up she heard her son at the bottom. "Wow, mom that sure is a short skirt" commented her son as she stopped dead in her tracks, "but is sure makes you look sexy." Standing on the stairs she wondered just how much he saw. She knew that if she didn't move all he would see was her thighs and possibly the base of her cheeks but if she moved he would defiantly see she had a bruised butt and no panties so she just turned her head and said, "Why thank you dear. I'll be down in a minute but now I just have to go to the bathroom." Her son turned to walk away and she proceeded up the stairs. Reaching the top landing she heard him again but she quickly walked out of sight so he couldn't get a better glimpse of her. In the bathroom she took a washcloth and wiped the cunt juice from her thighs -- funny she was now regularly referring to it as cunt juice rather than what she previously called it, vaginal secretions. She stripped out of her clothes and was going to put on her short robe with a pair of panties but just as she pulled tight the cord on the robe she remembered her Master had told her she was never to wear panties under any circumstances. She though this really couldn't count but then decided not to chance it. She went to her closet and got her robe that came to slightly above her knees and put that on. Downstairs she was cooking up some supper when her son came into the kitchen. "Did you eat or should I fix something for you too?" she asked. "I ate but I'm getting hungry again so I'll eat whatever you fix," he replied. He sat at the table and watched her cook. She put enough together for the two of them and then asked, "any word from my bedmate?" "Yea, he called and said he wouldn't be home until after nine so he would grab something on the way in." then he paused as if he had more to say but was hesitant. "Gee mom you should have left your outfit on instead of changing, it sure made you look sexier that that crummy old robe. I guess you were wearing a thong because I couldn't see anything when you walked upstairs." That hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt awkward talking about sex with her son now that he was 18 and had probably fucked a girl or two. "Yes dear, women have to wear thongs when they wear such short skirts." She didn't dare disclose that she had no panties on when he saw her climbing the stairs. This discussion was getting too involved on sex and she could feel her loins getting wet again. She put out two plates with food and said, "Is that enough food for you?" she asked. "Sure that is fine." He looked at the food and started eating. After a few bites he looked at her and said, "Do you have a new boyfriend you are fooling around with?" She was so startled that she dropped her fork and it flew across the kitchen. "No sweetie, certainly not. What makes you ask that?" she replied as she crossed the kitchen to get the fork and wash it off. "Well, I have noticed lately you have been dressing sexier and sexier every day and then you were late tonight with no warning. Not only that but the guys at school have commented on how sexy your dressing and have asked if you were having an affair." She had bent to pick up the fork and realized she had forgotten to turn away from her son, too late she could feel the cold air on her wet pussy. She picked up the fork and fumbled it again so it fell to the floor for a second time. "God Mom, you don't have any panties on and how did your butt get so bruised." He stated. She turned red at his comment but couldn't think of a way to steer this conversation out of the gutter. "Well, I fell and bounced down a couple of stairs at work so my buttocks got a pretty good bruising." She replied hoping this would end the discussion. "I undressed upstairs and put on my night robe so that is why I have no panties on" she concluded as she squatted to pick up the fork so he couldn't see up her robe this time. He laughed and said "and no bra either." "Well haven't you seen your mother naked before?" she asked knowing the answer. "Yes, once when I heard you scream out and I went to see what was wrong. Nothing was wrong you were just fucking yourself with the vibrator and came too loudly. That was funny by the way." He chuckled with a smile and added, "that was really arousing too, I had to go to my room to cool down." She kept digging the whole deeper, now she finds out her son masturbated to seeing her naked. "Ok but your at that age where boys get horny over nothing. And besides, what is the big deal about seeing your mother naked, I've seen you naked lots of time, last time was less than 6 months ago so maybe it is only fair for you to see me naked." "Ok, Ok. I know it is no big deal for me to see you naked but you're my mother. But what has been happening lately has me worried that you really are having an affair. From my perspective I see my mother who didn't mind walking around in bra and panties, even when she had her robe on. Then I notice that she is starting to wear shorter skirts to work, and this morning I saw you in the shortest skirt ever, plus I don't think you wore a bra today. Then today you're late and don't call, just unheard of for you. Then I catch you sneaking up the stairs with no panties under that micro skirt -- and yes I could see your wet pussy from where I was. Add that all up from my viewpoint and it smells like your fucking someone else on the side. So who are you fucking mom?" "Ok dear but this isn't a discussion I want to be having with my 18 year old son. Who I have sex with shouldn't be of concern to you. I am sure you have plucked a cherry or two but I don't interrogate you about it. Now let's just drop it." She chastised him. She stood at the table and leaned over and kissed him. "No mom. This is important to me because it isn't the only thing I know about either. I know those bruises on your ass aren't from a fall down a couple of steps -- especially since there aren't any steps in the building you work in. I know you like to be spanked, I heard it Thursday night, and you were being spanked. I heard you begging and pleading and crying your eyes out and after the spanking stopped I heard you moaning at the computer, not moans of pain more of passion. Are you keeping a blog about your spankings? Please stop lying to me, I know I don't know a lot about sex but I am trying to learn so help me out here." He talked honestly. "Ok, no more lies. Yes I am seeing another guy. Yes I do like to be spanked. I used to think I only liked the erotic type spanking but Thursday night when my bedmate got mad and really spanked me hard I began to understand that the real hard spanking made me really horny. Now are we finished talking about sex?" Her question went unanswered because about that time her bedmate came in the front door. She went back to finishing her meal and her son sat there at his empty plate acting like nothing was happening. She finished, picked up the dishes and put them in the sink. "Hi dear, did you get something to eat or would you like me to fix something?" she said to her bedmate as he came into the kitchen. "No thanks. I'm exhausted so I am going to take a shower and turn in," was his short reply. She began to panic now. If he went to bed now how was she going to get him to spank her again? "Oh please don't. I wanted to talk to you a little later. You know, about my behavior last night. I need to apologize and talk about my behavior so I don't do that again." He looked disappointed but replied, "No. It's ok. I understand about frustrating days at work and I am sorry I was so rough on you last night. I'm just going to take my shower and hit the rack." She was in trouble now but couldn't show it so she pleasantly replied, "Ok, you go take your shower and I'll be up in a few minutes to make sure you get to bed properly." She was devising a plan, maybe get him started on a blowjob then get him to spank her before he went to sleep. This wasn't the best plan because she already knew her son had heard him spanking her yesterday and she didn't want that to happen again. If he spanked her this early her son would still be up and defiantly hear them. She thought, well I'll work on the plan as time goes on. A few minutes after he went upstairs she followed and closed the bedroom door. She could hear the shower running so she dropped her robe to the floor and walked naked into the bathroom. She opened the shower door and stepped in. He was shocked to see her but when she stepped in letting her naked body rub him he started to smile. She smiled back thinking that her plan was working better. His cock started to come to life so she knelt down to massage his balls and suck his cock. Funny she thought, his is so much smaller than Master. She had always told herself that size didn't matter it was how they used it that mattered. She had him rock hard in a flash so she stopped to soap his chest and wash his body. Soaping his chest she whispered in his ear, "I am so sorry about last night and you were right to spank me so hard. You should have spanked harder and longer but I plan to make up for that this week." She was now soaping his cock, giving it a stroke here and there to keep it hard. "That is quite an attitude change from last night," he said. "What caused the change," he asked. "As I sat so uncomfortably at work today I realized how I had taken the frustrations of work out on you by being a total bitch. Even though my butt will be sore for days I need you to spank me again so I don't forget the lesson. In fact I want you to spank me every night until next week just to make sure I learn my lesson. And as a special thank you for teaching me this lesson I promise to give you a great blowjob for taking such good care of me." She looked into his eyes and smiled saying, "Is it a deal?" His cock was rock hard but he managed to say, "Wow, how can a guy turn down a deal like that?" Her heart was pounding; she was going to get her way. She didn't much like the idea that her son would probably hear her spanking, begging and crying but it was better than the alternative. She did just enough to keep his cock hard until she stepped out of the shower. She didn't even wait to dry off, she ran naked and wet into the bedroom. She pulled out the bench he had used to spank her, pulled out a hard wood paddle they hadn't used in over a year and set it on the bench. She stood to the right side of the bench and was waiting for him as he came out of the bathroom. He had put shorts on for bed but she could still see his cock hadn't lost interest. He looked at her standing there smiling like a happy child, looked at the bench and the paddle. "Holy cow, you're really serious about this getting spanked all week long. I would be happy with just a couple of blow jobs in that timeframe." She smiled and said, "Yes I am serious and you get one hell of a cocksucking time after every spanking!" She said this in a very gleeful and happy voice. He walked over to the bench, picked up the paddle and sat down. He whacked his hand with the paddle and said, "This is a pretty rough paddle to be used on such a delicate behind. Well lets get this over with I can use the blow job. By the way when did you start saying cocksucking instead of blowjob?" She didn't want to give anything away so she said, "Cocksucking must have been just a slip of the tongue." Then she proceeded to lower her body over his knees and grasp the legs of the bench, saying "Thank you sir. Thank you for spanking me. Thank you so much." As she lay across his lap he got his first look at her bruised butt. Of course he had no idea her Master had beaten it raw tonight he just thought it was from last night's spanking. He dropped the paddle and said, "My god, look at how black and blue your hinny is. I can't believe I did that to you and you want more. No way am I going to spank you that hard any more. I can't even look at it without feeling sorry for you. I am so sorry hon but this isn't going to happen. Maybe after it heals we can talk about it." With that he lifted he off his lap and sat there with a look of horror on his face, like he blamed himself for this. Her heart skipped a beat or two as she found her plan coming apart. She thought as she stood beside him. Maybe she better use her womanly wiles on him. She knelt between his legs and reached into his shorts. Maybe a good cocksucking would bring him around. She pulled his cock out, it was shriveled up so she put it in her mouth to try and bring it back to life. He pulled her head off his cock and looked into her eyes. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and said, "I am so sorry for hurting you like that. I can't let you suck me tonight. In fact we are not having sex until every bruise is healed on your posterior before I will touch you again." Totally crushed, she just knelt there an wept. Her plan to get spanked daily had evaporated; her plan to be able to suck cock after each spanking was destroyed too. He proceeded to bed and she decided to take her vibrator and go downstairs for some private relief. She tiptoed past her son's bedroom door and continued downstairs. That trip downstairs turned out to be another adventure in her life. Monday morning came and she showered and got ready for work as usual. As instructed by her mystery man she wore a skirt that almost came down to the knees. The trip to drop he son off at school was met with compliments by her son on how nice she was dressed, consevative but sexy. The day at the office was normal in routine and the only enjoyment she got was when she spread her legs under her desk. She could see her observer straining to see up her skirt. She was sure it was long enough that there wasn't any light to show her cunt. She added a little excitement to it by reaching under her desk, pulling the skirt up so she could finger herself. Her observer was watching intently so she spread her legs extra wide so he got more light to see by. She loved this; exhibitionism was definitely becoming a favorite thing for her. She even waved and smiled at the guard as she left work. Tuesday was more of the same except that her skirt was two and half inches shorter. It was only supposed to be two inches shorter but she didn't have a skirt like that so she did the next best thing without having it too long. As she drove her son to school he did mention that her skirt was sure getting shorter as the days passed. Her skirt was short enough she kept the attention of her observer all day. Because she had grown to love exhibitionism so much she loved it, as her skirts got shorter (and so did he she assumed). Leaving work she raised her skirt so she could finger her clit, she drove by the guard very slowly. She was sure he got an eyeful. Wednesday was hump day (she laughed at how true the expression was). Her skirt was again two inches shorter than Tuesday's skirt. As she walked to her desk the observer was already at his desk, polishing his trophy, and gave her a thumbs up for her skirt. She knew she would knock his pants off today, she was too horny today to wait the two hours between masturbating so he was likely to get views on an hourly basis. On the way home this day the second guard stopped her and asked her to pull into the inspection area. Her car was the one they were randomly inspecting. As she pulled into the area her finger fucking guard friend came over to do the inspection. She had a feeling he was going to inspect a lot more than her car. She was right but that is really a separate story from this about her mystery man. Thursday her skirt was very short but quite decent looking. Her son made his morning comment about her skirt getting shorter as the week progressed. He did, however, ask her to take a little longer letting him off. He wanted some of his friends to see how good she looked in a short skirt. She felt flattered by the comment but she wondered why all of a sudden he wanted attention from his classmates. With her new love for exhibitionism she was more than willing to show off her legs. It never hurt to help a young stud get hard looking. Then off to work she went. When she got to her desk she checked for her observer but he wasn't in yet. She found a note from him asking her to call him and gave the number. She would do that later in the day. About 11am the guard came buy and told her they were doing random searches of purses and she was one of those selected. Yea, right she thought but it turned out to be another story in her cock slave life. When she returned to her desk she sat gingerly and it would have been obvious to anyone watch that there was a lot more discomfort in sitting than she had shown earlier that day but she still had a smile on her face. Nancy Remembers Ch. 03 Almost quitting time so she decided to call the observer and see why he wasn't at his desk watching her play with her cunt. He was sorry he missed today but he had something he wanted to show her and talk about. She liked him and he didn't pose any danger so she agreed to meet him after work. She had no idea what he wanted to talk to her about but she was relatively sure it was about her exhibitionist antics. Just thinking about him looking at her made her wet so she was looking forward to the talk. Little did she know but that would turn out to be a whole different chapter in her life. She called home and left a message she would be a little late because she was stopping by to see a sick coworker. Then about 4:15 her boss called her into his office. He had her sit down on the couch across from his desk. Her dress was short so she sat but leaned forward with her hands clasped in her lap pressing her skirt down so he wouldn't be able to see anything. He asked about the guard stopping by her desk today. She assured him it was just one of the random searches of purses -- just to make sure nobody took any small company property. Why it took so long she didn't know, just that she had complied with their requests and there had been no problem. It was quitting time and she drove by the guard with her hand in her pussy. She thanked him for his special care during the purse search. While she talked he heard her orgasm but when he put his hand in to finger her she slapped his hand and said "Not now." Now it was Friday and her shortest most revealing skirt was on her body. As she and her son walked to the car he son said "see mom, this skirt really makes you look like the whore your working hard to become." "That's not true and it isn't a nice thing to say to your mother. You liked my skirt yesterday." She retorted. They got in the car and she pulled the skirt down as much as possible. As she drove off her son says, "Mom, your fucking cunt is showing as we go down the street. See, dressing like a whore and showing your wares is what got the guys interested in seeing more of you." "I'm sorry dear. I had no idea your friends got a snatch shot last Friday. I'll drop you off a ways back today and make it quick," she said apologetically. She pulled to the curb at school in a more secluded spot where there were no students lingering around. She leaned over to kiss him goodbye, he leaned towards her and as she pecked him on the cheek she felt his hand rest on her leg. "Oh gawd," she gasped and opened her legs for his hand. "Don't get that cunt into too much trouble today," was his departing comment as he opened the door and rushed off to classes. Already out of the car, the door shut she smiled and replied to nobody in particular, "Don't worry dear, I won't." Of course she didn't realize how untrue that statement would turn out today. She had no idea how much of a cock slave she had become. As she was pulling into the parking lot her guard stopped her with a friendly smile. She stopped the car as he approached the window she rolled it down. "Morning missy," he said as he poked his head in the window. "Mystery man said to be sure and stop by to see me before you leave. He is going to phone me later with some special instructions for you." He withdrew from the window, stood straight and saluted as he waved her into the lot. She hoped nobody had noticed the attention she had been getting from the guard lately, she didn't want any roomers about her circulating. Again this Friday she parked her car as close to the office as she could find, not that what she found was particularly close. She swung the door open and turned to exit, she felt the breeze hit her cunt and realized she must be really dripping wet. She hoped her observer would be in today so he could see her masturbate all day long. She went straight to her desk, bent over and put her purse under the desk. As she straightened up she realized the door to her bosses office was open and he was behind his desk so if he had been looking he got a real flash of the beaver. She turned red with embarrassment but she could already feel her pussy twitching from the sheer joy of flashing him. She sat at her desk and brought up all her normal applications on the computer. With a smile she greeted her observer as he sat at his desk keeping a keen eye on her desk. It wasn't time to masturbate but she put her hand under the desk, spread her legs as wide as she could, waving at her observer with her hidden hand just over her cunt. He smiled back. The rest of the day seemed to go according to her normal schedule. She gave her observer a few good shows as she masturbated to the point of climax and stopping. For some reason this left her feeling more randy than normal and she was wondering why. At 4:00 pm her boss called her into his office. More about the purse searching episode she imagined but she soon found out she couldn't have been more incorrect. As she stepped into his office he simply said, "Close the door please and have a seat, I'll be done with this in a moment." What could he want she thought as she closed the door and stepped to the front of his desk? He looked up and said, "Nancy I told you to have a seat." Her boss was a very professional type person who never spent time discussing personal issues and in fact he discouraged employees from discussing anything but work matters. On several occasions she had heard him reprimand employees for making colorful remarks or gestures. She knew if she sat down she would be showing everything to him so she just stood there and replied, "I prefer to stand if you don't mind." He was a no nonsense type of guy so he replied, "Nancy this isn't a social visit and it isn't about your prolonged purse search of yesterday. It is a disciplinary discussion. So sit down there and read this." Disciplinary discussion she heard, why she didn't know but the answer was obviously in the letter. Her face turned red with embarrassment as she sat on the couch opposite his desk. She tried to keep her legs together as she sat but wasn't totally successful so she knew he got a couple of good glimpses. She read the letter and it said she was being discharged for inappropriate dress attire. She was crushed. Fired for dressing smutty it said. She began to sob, then broke into outright crying. She looked at him with questioning gaze. He began, "Nancy you are one of my best employees, you work hard, you are willing to accept challenges and don't mind once in a while doing something that isn't in your job description." As he continued he looked at her saying, "I can't believe what I see here before me. Your dress is so short I can see your not wearing panties. Does he make you do that?" "Who?" she asked. "Nancy, I like you as an employee and I am trying to make a last ditch effort to save your job so don't lie to me or try being coy. I know what I see and you my dear are a cock slave if there ever was one," he said in a reprimanding tone. "I don't understand what your saying" she coyly responded. "Last chance Nancy. This guy you call your Master, does he make you wear these short skirts and go without panties?" he questioned. She was still red faced and she had her hands in front of her as she blatantly lied, "I have panties on sir, they are just small. Why are we talking about this?" she responded. "Nancy, help me out here. Do you want to keep your job?" he asked as he stood and walked toward her. Her tear stained face looked at him and shook an affirmation. He dropped to one knee and looked her straight in the eye and said, "Then why continue to lie to me?" With that his hands grasped her knees and spread them, as wide apart as he could, saying, "where are the panties you said you had on? Nancy you are in serious trouble here but I will try to save your job. If I manage to save your job this little lie is going to cost you dearly. Now does your master make you dress this way? Are you his cock slave?" She bowed her head and covered her face with her hands and through her bawling she said, "Yes. Yes to everything. Yes I am a cock slave. Yes he makes me dress like this and yes he forbid me from wearing bra and panties. I am so embarrassed." She sat there dumbfounded, with her legs spread far apart even though he had let go and gone back to his desk. He sat there enjoying the view as she began to compose herself. "That is better Nancy. The truth is always best. I'll bet he spanks you too doesn't he?" She shook her head in ascent. As she went to close her legs he said, "Don't close those legs Nancy it is such a beautiful view and I need all the encouragement I can get here." He watched as she spread her legs wide for him. "Ok here is what I am going to do. I really don't want to fire you but if I can't give upper management a compelling reason I have to let you go. I want you to document all your adventures with this guy and bring it to me to discuss on Sunday afternoon at 3pm. I will leave this letter on my desk until then. Hopefully we can get all this out in the open between us and I can draft a memo that can save your job. Is that ok with you Nancy?" Her face came up with new light in it and she jumped up and crossed the room to hug him saying, "Yes, yes, yes. Thank you sir." She locked on his lips an gave him the best tonsil cleaning with her tongue that she knew how to do. "Ok, now get out of here. Remember to be here Sunday at 3. By the way Nancy, that lie you told me and I said it will cost you dearly. Well just be prepared to get the spanking you deserve. Now go home or where ever you are supposed to go." She gleefully left his office, stopped to bend over, giving him a last view for the day, picked up her purse and left. She was late; it was already 4:40 so she knew she was in for punishment from her Master. Hurrying to her car she could feel her skirt riding up but she no longer cared. At the car she lifted the skirt to her waist and sat down. She took a moment to relax but that was a bad move. Her hand went to her crotch and she could feel two fingers enter her cunt and her thumb pushing on her clit. It hit her like an electric jolt, in no time she was panting like a bitch in heat (she probably was she thought with a smile on her face.) The parking lot was mostly empty now -- she was really late. She wanted to make it quick at the guards shack so she could make up time but she remembered he was to give her directions sent by Master. Her whole body was beginning to shake in anticipation of a climax when she pulled up and stopped for the guard. He peaked in the window just as she let out a moan trying to achieve climax. The guard reached in and pulled her hand out of her crotch causing her to whimper and press back into the seat. "No, no, don't make me stop!" she gasped. "Naughty, naughty," said the guard. "You're late. Your master left several instructions for you are you ready for them?" he told her as he slipped two fingers in her cunt to keep her hot. "Yes, keep that up," came her response as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. "First is to unbutton your blouse and take it off, you are driving to the motel naked." She looked over at him with a look of disbelief. He withdrew his fingers so she said, "Ok, ok but do me. Finger me." She fumbled with her blouse, undoing the buttons and pulling it out of her skirt. She had a hard time slipping her arm out of the blouse because of the constrained dressing environment. She got one arm out and could quickly take the other arm out, she tossed the blouse in the passenger seat. Sitting there naked to the waist the guard stopped finger fucking her and she let out a sigh of discontent. "Now slip the skirt off so I can stick these fingers back where they belong," he whispered with a big grin on his face. She raised her butt off the seat and slipped the skirt off, casting it into the passenger seat with the blouse. As soon as she sat back down on the seat his fingers went back to working his magic. "Now listen closely," he cautioned. "Drive to the rear of the motel, park at the northwest end of the building, leave your clothes in the car and enter the door at the end of the building. Go inside and walk to room 212, knock on the door and when it opens go in and get further instructions from the occupant." He then asked, "Do you understand these instructions?" She shook her head yes. He leaned in a little further and kissed her, pushing his tongue way back into her mouth. Then he said, "I pity you for being late so go girl go!" He stood up and watched her drive off naked. He smiled and went back to the shack. She drove to the motel; the parking lot in front was crowded with people so she became concerned that they would see her driving naked. She drove around the building and up the slope to the northwest end of the building. She knew this would put her entering the building on the second floor but where the room was she had no idea. A quick look around showed there was nobody that would see her run naked from the car to the door but what was inside was anybody's guess. She left her purse and clothes in the car, carrying only her keys she ran as fast as she could to the entrance at the end of the building. Opening the door and quickly entering she could see down the hall that there was nobody moving about. Her heart started feeling better since nobody had seen her grand entrance but now she had to find room 212. It turned out to be half way down the hall, so she moved as quickly as possible hoping no occupants or new guests would emerge into the hallway, she found 212 and knocked. She grew impatient waiting but dared not knock again too soon. As she raised her hand to knock again the door opened, she rushed in trying to avoid anyone seeing her naked in the hall. She had no idea who this man was but it was obvious this was part of her masters plan. She thought it best to keep this meeting to a minimum since she was already late according to her master's plan. She said, "I'm already late and I'm here for further instructions so give them to me and I'll be on my way." "On your knees bitch, you don't come in here trying to tell me what to do. You're the cock slave and don't forget that." Came the domineering response to her statement. "Now what does a cock slave do when she is on her knees?" he asked. Her attempt to make this quick was obviously foiled, somewhat afraid of this guy she mustered up enough courage to say, "a cock slave on her knees looks to suck cock sir." Kneeling before him she heard, "well then do what you were born to do!" She felt she had no choice so she quickly unzipped him and pulled out his rigid cock. It was neither a long nor thick cock, somewhat like her bedmates, so she applied her tongue to the head of it and began to suck. It quickly started to pulse in he mouth so she reached under it to fondle his balls. It didn't take long before he was ready to cum. Just as she felt the first pulse of cum he grabbed his cock, pulling it from her mouth and stroked it until the spunk started gushing forth. He guided the spurts of cum to her face, her tits and finally to her hair. She knelt there with cum all over her body just the way a common whore would -- her mind ran to her son's comments that she was working hard to become a whore. The unknown stranger put his cock back in his pants and in a demanding tone said, "now get on that bed and lay on your back with your legs spread." She complied. On the bed with her legs spread she watched as the stranger pulled stuff from his bag. He put ankle cuffs on her and then put a spreader bar to keep her legs apart. Still laying there unsure what to do she allowed him to put wrist cuffs on her wrists. She decided that doing nothing and complying was the best course of action, actually the only course of action. He brought out some rope strands and tied her wrists to each side of the headboard. Then he put a rope on the center of the spreader bar, the other end was put on the headboard. This rope was pulled over the headboard until her legs were up a foot or so away. She was now bound, hands to the edge of the headboard, her legs toward the headboard enough so her ass was off the bed and her cunt open for display. She was totally helpless and ready for whatever he had in mind. Next he took what seemed to be a garter belt type thing he snapped around her waist. Then he pulled out a vibrator she recognized as being called the rabbit. It had a central dildo type shaft to go in the cunt and a side vibrator thing hanging off the central shaft used to stimulate the clit while vibrating inside the cunt. He stuck this into her cunt and adjusted the side hanging device to touch her clit, then he pulled the straps from the garter belt around to hold the rabbit in place. She could live with this she thought, could even enjoy the experience. Finally he pulled out a large single shaft vibrator which he greased up with some KY jelly and slowly inserted it into her asshole. He was cautious with it and she began to enjoy it as he pushed it in her. With it in all the way he took the remaining straps and locked the vibrator in her anal tract. Standing back and admiring his handy work he reached over and started, first the anal vibrator and next the rabbit. Immediately he could see and hear the response from her as she started moaning and trying to move her pelvic area in response to the stimulation. As he watched he could see the arousal in her rise to the point where she was ready to climax. On the bed she wiggled her hips and pelvis as much as she could, the stimulation was driving her closer to orgasm and she needed that. "Oh gawd," she gasped. "Oh, I am ready, I am cumming, oh, aheee, oh, AEEEEE " she screamed out letting her stranger see her first orgasm of the night. As she climaxed, he watched but no move was made to change anything. She was forced to lay there recovering from her orgasm with both vibrators continuing to stimulate her body further. She could feel these vibrators continue to make her work towards another climax -- a second climax would be great but she had no control over when the climaxes would end. She was beginning to cry out as the second wave of orgasm was ready to hit her, "AEEEEh, I'm gonna cum again, AEEEEH, cum .. cummm ... cummmming." She was screaming over the second orgasm when he announced, "I'm going downstairs for a drink, I'll be back in 20 to 30 minutes. In the meantime you continue to enjoy yourself." Still in the throws of a more violent orgasm she yelled, "Aeeeeh, CUMMING, No, no, you can't leave me like this. AEEEH, CUMMMMMMing, NO, NO, Don't leave me like this I cant take these orgasms." She was crying, pleading and orgasming all at once but to no avail. He closed the door and was gone, with her starting the third set of orgasms. She lay there going through orgasm after orgasm and nothing she could do to stop it. Her body was covered with sweat and cum just waiting for the next wave of orgasm to take over her body. She lay there for how long she did not know until he came back to the room -- followed by another man. Another stranger. "Guess what I found in the lobby?" her first stranger said. Not giving her a chance to say anything he continued, "A kind hearted soul that said he would love to give you the opportunity to suck his cock." She thought, at last she would be released from this perpetual climax that was draining her. The first stranger released her wrist cuffs and pulled her head to the edge of the bed until it hung down. The vibrators were continuing to bring her to climax again but she had lost count of the number of climaxes she already had. She felt like she was in agony from the unrelenting erotic stimulation but she also felt the arousal of her next climax creeping up on her. To top it off she was being told she was going to have to suck this new cock -- one she had never seen -- the level of sexual excitement stepped up, she was out of control with desire. Head hanging down she opened her mouth to accept the new cock. Nancy Remembers Ch. 03 The stranger dropped his trousers and shorts straddled her head, leaned over to rest on the adjoining bed and put his cock in her mouth. His cock was half way in her mouth so if she wanted any more of it she had to raise her head to suck on it. It was uncomfortable for her but the erotic stimulation in her cunt and ass drove her to cram as much of the cock in her mouth as possible. Her head moved up and down sucking this cock but she couldn't make it reach back to her tonsils. Finally he reached beneath her head and forced it up on his cock until he felt the head reach the back of her throat. She was in heaven now just waiting for that cum to enter her throat. Up and down he shoved his cock into her throat, she loved it but could feel the impending orgasm in her body. Just as her body started to convulse in orgasm he dumped his load. Her mouth crammed full of cock she couldn't scream in orgasm like she wanted to so she concentrated on swallowing every last drop. Having unloaded in her throat the stranger pulled his cock out and let the last bit of cum shoot on her face and then he stepped away and pulled his shorts and pants up. He was finished for the moment but she lay there gasping, "more, more, I need more." "I'll say you need more," came this voice from the door. She looked over to see her Master had just entered the room. He moved over to the end of the bed she was on and said, "get those dildos out of her she enjoys them too much. Then tie her to the headboard again." The two strangers removed the belt apparatus, the vibrators and then tied her cuffs to the headboard again. Master looked at the first stranger and said, "Get me the strongest cane you have and a short belt." As he was handed the cane and belt he turned to her and said, "let's find out how good a girl you have been this week. Did you get your spanking every night this past week?" Her heart was pounding a mile a minute but she was confident that she could get by on this one so she lied, "Yes." The cane swished through the air and caught her upraised butt square in mid cheek and totally across both cheeks. "Lier," he bellowed at her. She screamed in pain from the cane but persisted in her lie, "Yes Master, look my ass still bears the bruises. I got whipped every night." He let that lie go and asked the next question, "Did you give him a good cock sucking every night for it?" Confident she had carried off her lie about the spankings she knew there was no way her Master would know if she gave the blowjob or not so she said, "Yes Master. I gave him the best cocksucking after every spanking." Again the cane swished through the air and caught her upraised butt square in mid cheek and totally across both cheeks. "Lier, lier" he yelled at her. She screamed in pain from the cane as he brought the cane down again and again. She tried to thrash about in avoidance of the cane but was unable to but heard him pronounce, "He was gone two nights this week so you could not have been spanked by him and certainly not given him a blowjob while he was out of town." Still trying to move out of the way of the pain caused by the cane, even though Master had stopped beating her, she finally said, "I am sorry Master. Yes I lied but I did get spanked very hard several times this week. I am sorry. Please don't punish me any more, the pain is just too much." Her Master looked at the first stranger and handed him the belt saying, "I am going to whip her butt with this cane and I want you to use that belt to whip her pussy after I pull the cane back for each swat." She listened intently and cried out for mercy, "No Master, please. I can't take any more of the cane and certainly not any whipping of my cunt." "Shut up slave," he responded. Looking at his helper he asked, "are you ready?" A nod from the stranger and her master said, "let's begin." He swung the cane, causing her to move in pain, then the stranger brought down the belt hard between her legs right on her pussy. She screamed in pain but was unable to move enough to protect her vital areas. The whipping continued for several minutes before her master motioned for his helper to stop. He said to her, "now suppose you start telling us the truth the whole truth and leave out no details." During sobs and cries from the constant pain she was able to tell her master of the foiled attempt to get her bedmate to spank her and his refusal to have sex until she healed. Then she related the fact that her son had discovered that she had was having this affair with master and was pissed that she dressed so slutty. That when her bedmate had failed to spank her she was able to get her son to spank her Friday and Saturday nights but his anger at her had waned. That nobody had spanked her Sunday through Wednesday and the guard had spanked her while conducting a supposed search of her purse. Of course she left out a few major details about those spankings -- something she thought better than to release to her master. Her master was taken in by her partial truths for the first time in their relationship and she felt lucky. His punishment had left her body quivering all over and she was unable to stop crying from the constant pain of her thrashing. "Unbind her and let the slut serve us all," he said. She was quickly unbound and she was stood to face her master. "Now slave show us how a cock slave is going to service us one by one with a great cock sucking, then you will offer your asshole to any that choose to fuck you there. You will not be allowed to climax until I fuck your ass." "Yes Master," she said as she dropped to her knees and unzipped the first man. She sucked each cock, then the next man; she brought each to climax. Then when she was sucking her Master he got ready to blow his wad and grabbed her head shoving his cock all the way in her mouth, she accepted his full length and felt the cum shoot down her throat. Then she went for round two by kneeling on the bed and reaching behind her to spread her cheeks for all takers. The first two just dipped their cocks in her cunt to get them lubricated and sank into her rectum. They pounded her ass until they shot their second load in her. As they pounded her ass their pelvis' hit her raw ass and she cried out in pain but she never once got close to climaxing. Finally her master stepped up and used the KY jelly on her loosened asshole and some on the head of his cock. He pushed his cock into her rectum slowly and didn't slam his pelvis into her ass. She was thankful for this. He continued to slowly push in and out making her anal muscles quiver in pleasure. She was approaching a climax and he master could tell by the moans she emitted. When he could tell she was in the troughs of climax he started to slam into her slapping his body against her sore ass. She cried out in pain but continued to orgasm anyway. Finished with her he let her fall forward on the bed in total exhaustion, where she lay for quite a while as the men cleaned up and got dressed. When the men got dressed they exited the room one by one leaving only her and her master there together. "Ok, slut time to stand and face the music," said her master. She slowly arose and stood by his side. She was hoping against hope that he had no more punishment for her. She even hoped he had no more intention of using her sexually either; she was just to exhausted to do anything. "Now for your final instructions for the next week. You are my slave and I own your body. You will not engage in any play with anyone unless I say you can. You must masturbate without climax three times a day, you are allowed one climax a day and no more. You must email me if anyone approaches you for play and ask my permission. Is all of this clear?" he spoke in his lecture tone. She nodded acceptance. "You will be back here next Friday at 4:45. Any particulars or changes will be given to you through the guard. Are we clear on that also?" She nodded acceptance. "When you leave here you will walk to the far end of the hall, walk down the stairs and exit the building. From there you will walk up the slope to where you parked your car. You will drive home naked and go into your house naked. Is all this clear to you?" She nodded acceptance. He said, "Good, then I will see you next week at this time." With that he opened the door for her to exit. She peered into the hall to make sure there were no people around to see her walking naked, she didn't want to attract more attention than necessary. She stepped into the hall and started a brisk walk down the hall and down the stairs. At the exit door she looked outside to see how many people were milling around. Only two about halfway up the slope to her car and they seemed preoccupied. Out the door she went, walking briskly towards her car hoping the couple wouldn't notice her as she strolled by. As she got closer she decided she might jog so if the couple saw her they might take her for a streaker. She did that and successfully reached her car without encounter. She drove home in pain from having to sit on her well-caned bottom, her pussy still hurt from its brutal punishment. When she arrived home she found her bedmate wasn't home yet so she felt relieved, at least he wouldn't find out about her encounters. Instead of just pulling into the drive as she normally did she pulled the car under the carport next to the garage. She noticed her son was in the garage doing his exercises so she thought she would be able to sneak in the house naked and make it to her bedroom undiscovered. Unfortunately she pulled the car a little too far forward and it knocked over the trash cans causing a great deal of clatter. Her son heard the clatter and immediately came out to see what had happened. She sat crying in the car because her son was going to see her this way. Standing there he surveyed the damage and saw his mother sitting in the car. He opened the car door and saw how she was dressed (actually undressed). He reached into the car and forced her to exit. Standing her against the car he closed the door and looked at her then turned her around to inspect her butt. He commented, "See mom, you have turned into the total cum slut whore sex slave I warned you about the other day. How do you feel now?" She had long since forgotten her embarrassment of her son seeing her totally nude so she said, "My ass and pussy are so sore I can hardly walk but I feel very horny." She turned and walked into the house. * More to come -- read about Nancy and the guard. Nancy Remembers Opening it she read "Open your AIM so we can chat." She asked herself, How would he know I would be up this time of night? But she immediately opens up her AIM messenger and sure enough he is online. She starts to type in a message to him asking that very question, when a message screen pops up from him "Because your interested." Puzzled she wondered if he anticipated her question or was this about something else? Erasing her question she types, "How do you know me?" His response was slow in coming increasing her frustration level. Finally he IMs back, "I don't know you, I just found out from your email attachments." Puzzled she queries, "What are you talking about?" He elaborated that she had sent a couple of word documents as attachments to his email, so he had used his special software to check the document for the registered owner of the word processor and computer. Then he had looked her name up on the white pages, finding her phone number and address. Not to worry, he wasn't a stalker, but if she would answer the phone he would call her so they could talk. With only a phone in the kitchen and in her bedroom she knew it wouldn't wake her son so she said ok - call now. It was only a few seconds, hardly enough time for her to reach the nightstand to pick up the phone on the first ring. In her sexiest voice she said "Hi, so nice to finally get to talk to you." Their conversation went on for quite a while; he explained how interested he was in helping her to achieve her fantasies. They chatted like two teenage kids in love, her heart began to flutter at some of the suggestions he made, as she lay naked on top of the bed. He was using those crude words he liked and it was making her so moist she just had to put her hand between her legs to spread the moisture around. Soon her legs were wide apart and she had two fingers in her "cunt" beginning to pant as she built up towards climax. Finally he told her to stop "finger fucking" herself. She almost dropped the phone wondering how he could know what she was doing. "Yes, I knew what you were doing and I waited to hear you get close to O'ing. I'll bet you're naked on top of the bed, wondering how I know that." "Yes" she said. "I know you went to bed naked, probably for the first time since I instructed you to do so a week ago," she heard him reply. "I know all this because of the change in your emails. You have gone from defiant, to unbelieving, to total openness, and now you are becoming compliant, so I think your ready to meet for your first experience." She couldn't understand how, never having met her, he could predict her so well but he definitely could, there was no denying that. They talked some more and he convinced her she had nothing to fear, nobody would know if they met and if she either didn't like the experience or she couldn't do it. Finally she said yes she would meet him after work today. He reminded her not to wear panties and he wanted her to wear her shortest skirt, along with her most translucent bra with a very thin opaque blouse, as he put it, "I want people to get a glimpse of those nipples when they become erect, not a clear view but enough that there is no doubt your nipples can be detected." Just then the alarm went off, time for her to get ready for work. She said, "I need to go now or I'll be late for work again." His reply was immediate and commanding "No, don't hang up just yet. You know those black fishnet stockings you told me you bought?" "Yes" she replied. "I want you to wear those today too, even if you have to wear a garter belt," he told her. "OK, but I really need to get going if I am to take a shower and be on time for work," she replied. "One last thing then I am going to hang up so you can get ready for work," his voice paused, she waited and finally came his voice again, "Be at the motel at 4:45 and don't be late!" Then she heard a click. Astounded at his command she hung up the phone. She had told him she worked until 4:30 so how could she possibly make a 4:45 meeting. She had to rush just to get to her house by that time so it left no time for her to change - what was she going to do. The thought never crossed her mind that she wouldn't meet him today - his hold on her was very deep now and she began to realize just how deep. She quickly showered and then got out the things he wanted her to wear and looked for things to wear to work - the thought was that she could change just before quitting time. Then she realized that people at work would know something was up if she changed into this sexy outfit just before quitting time - she translated that into she would be the subject of much office gossip. Thinking quickly she looked at his outfit, the skirt wasn't much shorter than she had worn to work before, the stockings looked a little unusual for office wear but other girls wore them so why not her. Sitting on the bed she put the stockings on, took a casual look in the mirror at her reflection. Staring back at her was this naked woman wearing mesh stockings, fully erect nipples and nothing else. Quickly she put the skirt on and looked again. Yes, she thought, this could work. Her bra was next, looking in the mirror she knew this bra was too shear so she searched for a better one. Nothing that was even close to shear but she was running out of time. Then it struck her, she could wear this shear bra if she let her blouse hang loose outside her skirt. Putting the blouse on, buttoning it up she once again glanced in the mirror; the mirror image was perfect, as long as the blouse didn't pull tight against her bra one could not see anything. One last look in the mirror showed her everything was fine for office wear, her skirt was shorter than normal and she had never worn those stockings at work, but since others did it wouldn't be a big deal. The blouse was perhaps a little more revealing than she had worn before but nothing really showed too much. Yes, she was ready. She rushed to make sure her son was ready for school and they hustled out of the house. She began to realize how short her skirt was when she jumped in the car, the skirt almost moving up her thighs to reveal her panties. Oh my god! she thought, I don't have any panties on. She had the car in drive already and glanced over at her son thinking it was too late to worry about panties now. She could feel the cool air from the A/C as it filled the car, she knew this was going to be one painstaking day at work if she didn't forget about the fact she wasn't wearing panties - it would keep her aroused all day, like she was feeling now. One stop at the school, a quick kiss for her son and off to work she went. As she pulled into the parking lot, she began to realize she had been so preoccupied by her arousal she didn't realize she had her free hand in her crotch masturbating. She was so sure the guard had seen her playing with herself when she drove past and he waved. This day was really excruciating for her, as for some unknown reason, the office temperature was colder than normal - her nipples told her that. And for some reason her normal walking around the office took her over more floor registers blowing the cool air up her skirt having a startling effect on her twat, as the cold air hit her pantiless crotch. Immediately she thought to herself, "there I am again thinking those vulgar words," what was happening to her. Slowly the day dragged on and as luck would have it she was assigned some rush thing just before quitting time. It would keep her about 10 min later than quitting but what could she do, she didn't know how to contact him so she would have to just rush. Pulling out of the parking lot at 4:35 she gunned the car to try and make up the time, she rarely drove fast but this was the exception. She pulled into the motel lot just as the clock showed 4:45 and she was stressed beyond belief. She walked into the motel office and suddenly realized she didn't know anything, not his name, not the room number, nothing. Standing in the lobby she looked at the front desk, back to her car, the desk clerk asked if he could help her. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out, finally a voice from a seat in the lobby said "well Nancy I see you made it on time." She glanced at the stranger and knew this was he, the one who now commanded her sexuality. Smiling she walked over to him, he took her arm and walked her to the elevator. As they entered the elevator he turned her to face the sidewall and pushed her to the point where she had to put her hands against the wall to prevent falling into it. "Stay like that," he commanded as he raised her skirt to see her pantiless, "spread your legs," he said in a stern voice. Saying nothing she complied wondering how he could be so bold. She felt a finger rub across her slit and she knew without a doubt that he would bring back a very wet finger. A quick slap on her butt and her skirt was back down to normal. She gasped at the swat but again said nothing. The door opened for their floor and he calmly put his arm around her waist, letting his hand slip to her butt, as he guided her to the room. As she entered the room he moved her to the walkway at the end of the bed. A one-word command, "kneel," was all she heard. She stood there confused wondering if she was just going to kneel and he was going to fuck her mouth. He said, "I am not going to repeat myself so do as your told," his voice showing displeasure with her already. She knelt and looked up at him for more direction. He looked back and said "what are you here for today?" She looked up and said, "to make my fantasy come true." He smiled, "that is going to cost you. Now what is this fantasy? And why do you want it to come true?" "I need to expand my sexuality and make some of my fantasies come true," she replied. He looked upon her with a frustrated face. In a lengthy conversation he drew all the answers out of her, making her say those nasty words. She had to admit she wanted to learn to suck cock properly so she could please any man. She was forced to admit she had only seen one penis (he stopped her there and made her call it a cock) on a grown man - her ex husband. He taunted her and made her admit that he controlled her training in sexuality that she had let him take control and she had willingly allowed it. She knelt there getting more aroused by the minute, was he ever going to do anything but talk to her. Finally he looked down and said, "woman, you are about to see another man's cock. Open my zipper and take my cock out." She fumbled a little but managed to open his zipper, reach in looking for his shorts but instead found this limp cock that she pulled through the open fly. As soon as she had it out she let go. "Woman, what is that?" he questioned. She immediately knew what he wanted, "a cock," she replied. "Well if it is a cock why don't you have your hand on it?" he demanded. Obligingly she put it back in her hand. She wasn't sure if she was being humiliated or instructed but his voice was clearly commanding her to do what he asked, or to answer his questions. As she knelt there, cock in hand he made her admit that she was thrilled to finally have a man's cock in her hand. She was forced to admit that she loved this control and would do whatever it took to live out her fantasy of cock sucking. Finally he told her to get up and stand in front of him. She stood; he just looked at her and finally said, "strip" She was flabbergasted with the crudeness with which he could order her to disrobe but she started slowly undoing the buttons to her blouse. The blouse undone she removed it and he said "toss it on the bed." Next she stepped out of her skirt and brought it up to cover her naked and bald pussy. He took the skirt from her hand and tossed it on the bed with her blouse. Her hands instinctively went to cover her nakedness. "The rest of it too" he commanded. She turned to take her bra off but he caught her, spun her around to face him and again said "the rest of it too." Her face turned red with embarrassment as she undid her bra and threw it in the pile. Then to her utter and complete humiliation he turned her around and around inspecting her tits, tweaking the nipples, making her spread her legs, sticking a finger up her cunt, rubbing it around and putting the finger in front of her nose. He made her tell him the finger was wet with her cunt juice, and then he told her to suck it clean. This almost turned her stomach but she further understood how much this man had brought her under his control. She was excited, humiliated, embarrassed and ready to do this man's bidding. "Very good," was his only comment. He turned her so she faced the bed, bent her over until her hands rested on the bed. He then disrobed and stood naked behind her. By this time he was fully erect and told her to reach between he legs and guide his cock into her cunt. A little fumbling but she finally got his cock aligned with her cunt. Slowly he pushed his cock in until his balls were up against her mound. Slowly and carefully he moved in and out until she began to moan, and then he reached under her to grab her nipples. She gasped as he tweaked the nipples rather roughly, his cock still moving in and out he picked up the pace. Her breathing picked up, her moaning increased and just as she was ready to cum he stopped. A groan of disbelief came from her mouth. He swatted her butt and lay down on the bed. "Now sweet thing, Come show me how your going to suck this dirty cock," his voice was very taunting. Without a word she crawled up on the bed in a position to be able to suck his cock. She lowered her mouth to the tip of his cock, began to lick the head of his cock; then she opened her mouth and started to take the hard cock into her mouth. A sharp pain hit her as he grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth off his cock. "Bitch, don't you know you have to beg to suck my cock. Your going to clean your love juice off my cock but you have to tell me how much you want to suck it and then ask permission to try to please me." Humiliated once again but totally under his control she apologized for her error and begged him to allow her to suck his cock and try to please him in any way she can. He gave her permission to proceed. She held his cock and slipped her lips over it sliding down as far as she could without gagging herself. She could immediately smell the love juice on him, then the taste. It didn't dawn on her for a few minutes but she was eating her own pussy by proxy. As she was becoming accustomed to the taste she realized it was her she tasted. Her body began to shudder toward climax and she started to move up and down his cock with her mouth, her hand on his cock stopped her from taking the cock any deeper into her mouth. He grasped her hair and pulled her head off before she could climax. "You don't cum until I cum, do you understand me bitch?" he ordered. He told her to get off the bed and kneel at the foot of the bed. Tears in her eyes she dutifully did as he commanded. He stood, moved behind her knelt on one knee and whispered in her ear "we are here today to learn the art of cock sucking aren't we?" She nodded yes. "We are here today to make a fantasy come true aren't we?" he continued to whisper. She nodded yes. "We are not here today to make your fucking cunt happy are we?" came his whispered query. She shook her head no. "Do you want to be the best cock sucker around, good enough to make any man proud of you?" came a demand for an answer. She nodded yes. Tears still streaming down her face he could tell she was genuinely upset. "Now stand up and turn to face me," he said. She stood, as did he, she turned to face him, her face only an inch or so away from his. Her legs were back against the bed so she couldn't move back any further without falling on the bed. His breath was warm on her; she broke out sobbing. His arms wrapped around her in a hug, his one hand slipped down to caress her butt. "Now tell me what you want," he whispered softly. A torrent of tears flowed as she gasped for breath but the words began to flow like each word was it's own sob, "I .. I'm .. sorry .. so .. sorry .. sir .. I want so much .. so much .. to please you .. but I .. I get so aroused.. that I have to cum." He looked her in the eyes and said, "tell me what your here for and what you want to do." She looked back into his eyes, with tears of joy and fear and relief, she whispered into his ear, "I am sorry sir, I am here as your sex slave sworn only to pleasure you as best I can. My cunt belongs to you, my mouth is yours to use, my body is at your command sir, and can you forgive me for almost cumming before you. Do with me what you must, punish me, throw me out naked, but sir let me please you first." She no longer felt disbelief that she said those words; she meant every word. He bent her over the bed and rammed his cock into her super moist cunt, did the in and out a few times to coat his cock with her cunt juice then he sat on the edge of the bed, told her to kneel and get ready to suck. She put her hand on the cock but he moved it away saying no hands. She opened her mouth and moved to put his cock in her mouth. "Now be easy and move your tongue over the head of it," he instructed. "That's it," he chided as he grabbed her hair, "now let me guide your mouth up and down while you suck and run your tongue on my cock." "That's it" he praised her. "Now gently use your hand to fondle my balls." He slowly moved her head, first down then up, while she licked and sucked. "Suck harder," his guidance was becoming evident since she could sense him getting harder. As he moved her head she ran her tongue over his cock, moving her tongue from side to side. As her hand caressed his balls she could feel his cock get harder. He was getting close and she could sense it, as he got closer he pushed her head further down his cock filling her mouth and heading towards her throat. Faster and faster he moved her head, several times she almost gagged but fought back the feeling. He exclaimed, "I'm cumming!" Just as his cock erupted with that warm milky liquid, she swallowed but then he pushed her head too far down his cock and she couldn't take it. She quickly pulled her head back and his cock from her mouth as she almost gagged but by then the second spasm of jisim spurted out and hit her eyebrow, letting the cream roll down her nose to her lips. She choked and sputtered but said nothing, letting his cum continue to run down her face. Finally the last spurt of cum shot into her open mouth and hit her tongue. As she swallowed this he reached down putting his cock to her lips and said, "be a good little slave and clean my cock now." He let go of her hair and let her do the job while he commented as she cleaned, "you're going to be a good cock sucker .. a pro for sure." When he said that he could feel her body go into an intense orgasm, she released his cock and let out a verbal, "I'm cummming, oh sir is it ok to cum, oh thank you sir." After her intense orgasm he made her phone home and tell her son she was going to be late and what was there for supper. Then he told her she had a lot more training to do. He reached out to her nipples and mashed them between thumb and index finger. She let out a moan but kept her eyes locked with his as he asked "do you like that? Or do you want it harder?" Her first instinct was to say too hard but then the pain moved to the pleasure zone so she said, "harder please." He moved his finger so he could pinch the nipples using his nails to intensify the pain/pleasure and she again shuddered as her body went into another intense orgasm, perhaps even more intense than the previous. She collapsed into his lap, exhausted from two very intense orgasms very close together. Nancy Remembers He kept her there for hours training her on sucking cock, how to massage his balls and playing rough with her nipples - oh they would be sore tomorrow. Finally he asked, "Well was this as good a realization of your fantasy as you thought it would be?" Without even thinking she replied, "oh yes sir, thank you so much. I have never enjoyed orgasms as good as tonight's. Thank you sir." She looked up at him, smiled and said, "I never doubted you sir .. well maybe a little .. well maybe a lot but you knew when I was ready and you were right." With that he told her to stand, then bent her over the bed again, sticking his index finger in her cunt, moving it around to lubricate it. With his other hand he spread her cheeks and used the lubrication of his index finger to apply some to her tiny rose bud. Gently he moved the finger into her asshole, slowly at first, relaxing to let her anal muscles acclimate, then pushing in to the second digit of the index finger and rotating it. She moaned in pleasure and let out a little, "oh, nice." With that he withdrew his finger, slapped her butt and said, "that is the next fantasy you will realize." They dressed but he wouldn't let her put her bra back on but he did make her tuck her blouse into her skirt so her erect nipples poked at the blouse, they were visible to anyone who might look at her but she didn't care any more she was just so happy he had made her see the pleasure in sexuality. That was how she remembered it. He got called away on business shortly after that so she never got to meet with him again. While he was gone she started dating an old friend, whom it turned out had a kinky streak of his own. When her mystery man came back from his business trip she explained she was in a relationship now and she was so pleased she had learned the art of cock sucking so she could please this man. She thought he might be the one for her so her mystery man never got to let her realize her anal fantasy. She had been happy with her new relationship .. that is until she saw this email. What was she to do? Open the email, ignore it, or delete it? She couldn't delete it, after all this was her wondrous mystery man. What was she to do?