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Obedience

By: Mr James



Beth looked around the room anxiously. Everything seemed to be ready for Andrew's visit. The leather armchair was positioned, facing the mirror, the champagne was shilling in the ice bucket. All that was left now was for Beth to change out of her working clothes into something more appropriate for the evening. She walked down the passage to her bedroom and began to unbutton her blouse. The sheer cups of her bra were tented over the hard points of her nipples and, in the mirror, she could see the circular smudges on her pale breasts, where the aureoles showed through the flimsy material. 

Her breasts lifted, as she reached behind her to unfasten the straps and slid her bra over her arms. The weight of her breasts made the taut globes into teardrops, the nipples pointing downward a little. Unfastening her skirt, she pushed the flimsy material of her thong down, past her knees. The silk was damp and clung to her shaved pussy, making her breath hiss softly between her teeth as she tugged it away from her swollen clit. Carefully, Beth folded the clothes, hanging the skirt i the wardrobe and laying the wet thong on a silver tray. The blouse was tossed into the washing hamper and she sat on the edge of her bed and carefully rolled her silk stockings down her legs. She bunched them up and placed them on the silver tray next to her soiled and damp thong.

Naked, she stood in front of her mirror and carefully brushed her golden hair until it hung, straight and gleaming, to her shoulders. Slipping her feet back into her high-heeled pumps, she slowly twirled in front of the mirror, inspecting herself with a critical eye. Satisfied with her appearance, she reached into her bedside table and brought out a medium and a large vibrator and a medium sized anal plug. She ran her fingers over the smooth rubber of the plug and shivered as she remembered Andrew using it to expand her virgin anus. She laid the toys on the tray and added a bottle of lubricating lotion, then carried the tray back into her lounge. 

Placing the tray on the coffee table, Beth straightened, just as she heard Andrew's key in her front door. Quickly she straightened and stood with her head bowed, waiting for him to enter the room. Andrew entered in his shirtsleeves and carrying a large briefcase. Resting the case on the table, he placed a finger beneath her chin and lifted Beth's face. Roughly he kissed her, forcing her lips open and thrusting his tongue deep into her moist mouth. Beth could feel the flush ripple through her and the wetness gathering between her thighs.

Releasing her, he opened the case and took out a loop of leather, with a tiny gold hasp and padlock. Taking his keyring, he used a small key to open the padlock and, ignoring Beth's wide-eyed stare, fitted the leather around her neck, fastening it firmly but not too tightly. He trailed a fine gold chain between her breasts and over her belly, adjusting the length until it almost touched her swollen clit. Then he took a tiny gold clamp from his case and fastened it to the chain. Parting the lips of her pussy with the tips of his fingers, Andrew slipped the clamp over Beth's clit, pushing it right to the base of the hard stub. Then he tightened the clamp so that it gripped her sensitive clit firmly.

Placing his fingertips beneath Beth's chin, he lifted her head so that he could look into her eyes, watching as they widened and the chain tugged gently on her clit. Beth hissed in surprise as she felt the tugging and she blushed furiously red as her pussy moistened again. Andrew kissed her mouth gently, teasing her lips apart as he slowly rolled her nipples between his fingers. Beth felt her clit stiffen and tug against the chain fastened to her collar, making her groan into Andrew's mouth.

Andrew inspected the coffee table, gauging the proportions and mentally comparing them to Beth's measurements. Clearing the top, he took hold of the collar, leading her to the table and made her sit on one end. Then he pushed her slowly back until she was lying on the hard, cold, wood, her knees bent and her feet flat on the floor, with her head hanging over the end. Carefully, Andrew slid a footstool beneath Beth's head, so that she could relax and it would be supported. Kneeling at the foot of the table, he grasped her ankle and moved her leg closer to the leg of the table. Taking a soft leather strap, he fastened her ankle firmly to the table leg and then took hold of the other ankle and drew it closer to the opposite leg of the table. He securely fastened the ankle to the leg of the table and then stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Beth was fastened down to the table, her legs splayed wide to display her smooth, pink pussy. Her soft belly curved towards her rounded breasts, heaving a little as she wondered what he was going to do with her. Kneeling by the table, Andrew ran a hand along her body, lingering over her breasts, his palm brushing her nipple very, very lightly. His fingers curled around her shoulder and he ran his hand caressingly along her arm, drawing it to the edge of the table. Fastening a band of leather around her wrist, he flicked a thick rope under the table and moved to the far side, capturing her other wrist and fastening a similar leather loop around it. Using the rope he fastened the leather cuffs together, pinning her wrists to the table top.

Beth was both excited and nervous at the same time, her pussy was leaking almost continuously now and she could feel the thin trickle of her juices between the cheeks of her bottom. The air was heavily perfumed with the scent of Beth's sex and Andrew inhaled deeply, sampling the sweet aroma. Slowly Andrew ran his fingers along the inside of her thighs, until his fingertips rested on the lips of her pussy. Gently, he pushed a finger between the damp lips, sliding it into her slick pussy. His finger moved deeper into her until Andrew curled it slowly and rubbed the knuckle over Beth's engorged clit. The pressure made her whole body arch into an elegant bow and her clit pressed harder against his hand. Beth howled softly as the chain tugged against the base of her clit, a low growling sob escaping her lips.

Andrew slowly eased his finger out of Beth's tight pussy, feeling the ripple of her muscles as she tried to draw him back inside her. Pressing his slippery, wet finger to her lips, he forced it into her mouth, making Beth taste her own juices that he had collected from inside her pussy. Beth sucked greedily on his finger, relishing the salty sweetness of her pussy. 

Andrew stood and unfastened his trousers, pushing them down to his ankles and stepping out of them. Then he stripped off his shirt, shoes and socks until her stood at her head with only thin cotton briefs concealing his stiffening manhood. Pushing the briefs down, he allowed his erect cock to spring out.

Gently, Andrew moved the footstool from beneath Beth's head and lowered her head back, so that he was kneeling with her head hanging, mouth open, between his thighs. Beth pursed her lips and gently kissed his balls, lapping at them with her hungry tongue, before she opened her lips wider and sucked one of them into her hot mouth. She ran her tongue all over and around the swollen testicle, caressing it and teasing it with each lick. The taste of him, dark and musk-laden, excited her even more and her juices ran like honey to puddle beneath her rounded arse. 

Drawing back, so that his ball slipped from her mouth with a wet slurping sound, Andrew guided the swollen, angry-looking, head of his cock between her lips and thrust his hips forward. The length of his cock slid into her mouth, the head slipping over her tongue to the back of her throat. Beth swallowed, gagging as his cock head pushed right into her throat, filling her mouth so that she could not breathe. Tears stung her eyes as she choked on the hard flesh in her throat and she swallowed desperately, her throat contracting and caressing his rigid cock. Andrew thrust deep into her, his sac pressed against her lips, as she used her tongue and her mouth to pleasure him. Beth groaned against his hot flesh, trying to bring him beyond the point of his climax with her tongue. She yearned to taste his seed, to feel it sliding down her throat and splattering against her face.

When he pulled back and slid his cock out of her mouth, Beth almost wailed in frustration.

"Hush, sweetheart." Andrew commanded, softly.

"Y-y-yes, Sir." Beth replied, quietly, her breath shuddering and her throat feeling bruised and aching.

Andrew knelt next to her and lifted her head, sliding the footstool beneath her to support it. Then he took an ice cube from the bucket where the champagne was cooling and held it above her nipple. Slowly the ice melted, freezingly cold water collecting to form a droplet that swelled as the ice cube shrank, until it fell onto Beth's erect nipple. Beth yelped at the shock of the icy water splashing against her hot breast and then moaned as her nipple swelled even more.

Andrew pressed the ice cube against Beth's breast, slowly moving it all over the swollen globe, almost touching her nipple then moving it away again. Beth trembled as his hand moved toward the erect points and whimpered as he moved his hand away. He trailed the dripping ice cube down her belly, to press it against the tiny hood of skin that did absolutely nothing to conceal her aching clit. Beth shuddered and arched her back, oblivious to the cold now, just unable to hold back her need for something hard, anything, inside her pussy.

"Please, Sir." Beth whimpered, a begging note in her little-girl voice.

"What, Beth?" Andrew coaxed, softly.

"Please, Sir, let me cum. " She whispered.

Andrew reached down between her thighs and ran the tip of his finger along the lips of her pussy. Beth shuddered and sighed as he pressed one finger into her pussy then another, working them slowly in and out, until the whole length of both fingers was slipping easily in and out. Beth moaned, somewhere between pain and delight as he pressed three fingers slowly into her pussy, stretching her gently but firmly.

Beth closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the feeling of being stretched over Andrew's exploring fingers. Her pussy was dribbling constantly now, oiling his fingers with her fragrant moisture. Slowly he pressed deeper, his fingers sinking into her as she relaxed and yielded to his probing caresses.

Just as Beth thought he was going to tease her clit and allow her to cum, he withdrew his hand, easing the fingers out of her very, very slowly. Then she felt him pressing against her again, this time stretching her even further. She tried to lift her head and see what he was pushing into her, but then his thumb brushed her clit and she flopped back onto the table gasping for air. Andrew chuckled wickedly and continued to press his four fingers into her tender opening, twisting his hand slowly as he pushed further and further. Beth was grunting now, trying to drive her inflamed pussy onto his hand as he probed deeper and deeper.

Andrew drew his hand back, sliding it from between the lips of her pussy, and smiled as Beth cried out, pleading wordlessly for him to continue. He reached out and stroked Beth's hair, now matted with sweat, brushing it away from her forehead and then leaning over to kiss her gently, teasing her lips open and caressing her mouth with his tongue. Smoothly, he glided his hand back down her body, cupping her breasts, then sliding it over her belly until his fingers rested on Beth's pussy. Gently, he pressed his fingertip into her wetness, sliding it into her easily. He could feel the heat of her excitement as he worked his finger deeper into her pussy. Beth groaned deep in her throat, almost sobbing as Andrew teased her. He kissed the base of her neck, tiny flickers of the tip of his tongue against her skin sending waves of excitement ripping through her nerves.

"Please, Andrew." Beth sobbed between her panting gasps

Andrew said nothing, just moved his mouth over Beth's aching nipple and slipped it into his mouth, sucking hard. Beth strained against the ropes holding her down, desperately trying to thrust her pussy onto Andrew's finger and force her nipple deeper into his mouth. Her whole body trembled, as though she were running a fever and she gasped and panted as she felt his teeth grazing her nipple. Andrew eased his finger out of her pussy and stroked it between her buttocks, pressing it against the tight ring of her anus. Beth let her head fall back, yelping as she felt the chain tug on her clit.

Andrew picked up the smaller of the two vibrators and spread the slippery juice from Beth's pussy over the tip. Then he used the fingertips of one hand to spread her cheeks while he used the other hand to push the vibrator slowly into her anus. The angle was difficult and he had to twist and work the head in slowly, drawing gasps of pained excitement from her as he pressed the vibrator deeper into Beth's arse. Slowly the plastic rod slipped inside her and, at last, Andrew was satisfied that he had the toy exactly where he wanted it. He twisted the base of the vibrator, turning it on and sending the gentle buzz of the toy through her body. Beth just moaned softly as Andrew leaned over her, guiding the head of his cock between the lips of her aching pussy. Slowly he lowered himself on top of her, his cock sliding easily into the wetness of her pussy. 

Beth's pussy had been cruelly stretched by Andrew's thorough fingering, but she was still tight enough to feel the thick shaft of his cock filling her and the swollen head stretching her. He pushed slowly, deeper and deeper, until the head of his cock was pressed against the opening to her womb. Gradually he began to thrust harder and faster, until his cock was pounding into her pussy and the wet squelching sounds filled the room, as her pussy wept sweet nectar over the base of the vibrator in her arse and onto the polished wood of the table. Andrew felt his cock stiffen again and swell inside her as he began to spurt thick ropes of his cum. Beth felt the jets of hot liquid splashing into her womb as overwhelming lust filled her. The power of his cumming and the buzzing in her arse starting the rush of her orgasm. She let her head fall back and the tug of the chain on her aching, tender, clit pushed her over the brink. Her whole body spasmed against the restraints as her orgasm peaked and ripped through her. 

Slowly they both subsided. Their breathing slowing and regaining a normal rhythm. Beth whimpered as she felt Andrew's cock soften and slide out of her pussy. She still felt full and realised that it was the thick gooey sperm he had spurted deep inside her. She winced as he reached between her arse cheeks and pulled the vibrator out of her arse. 

Andrew stood and moved around so that he could crouch by her head.

"Now you just rest there a while, " he murmured, soothingly, "so we can be sure that you catch."

"C-C-C-Catch?" Beth quavered.

"Yes, "Andrew replied, "You're going to show how obedient you are. You're going to give me a baby."

Andrew slid the footstool under her head and went into the bathroom to shower. Beth just lay on the table, trying to relax within her bonds. Slowly she realised that letting Andrew master her had deeper consequences than she had imagined. Deep within her, she imagined she could feel the moment his sperm had invaded her womb and, with a gentle and strangely contented sigh, she relaxed and drifted into an uncomfortable but dreamless slumber.

Obedience



Joanne came in from a long hard day at work. Checking the answering machine on the phone as she walked in the door, she noticed the light blinking and saw that there was one message. Kicking off her shoes, she pressed the play button.

Upon hearing the recorded voice, she stiffened. This wasn't what she expected to hear. Turning quickly, she rewound the message and listened again, carefully.

"Welcome home, My little pet. I have booked a table for U/us at Chez Nous tonight, where W/we will be having dinner T/together. You will follow My instructions to the letter in preparing yourself to attend. I know My good little girl will do exactly as she is told. Now, go into your bedroom and call Me from your mobile."

Rewinding the message and resetting the answering machine, Joanne moved to do as her Master had bidden her. She dialled His number. 

"May joanne greet You, Master Anthony?"

"Good girl. I am pleased to see you follow instructions so well. Yes you may greet Me."

"Good evening Master, how may this one serve You, please?"

"You are to prepare yourself to be inspected. I want you to shave your sweet mound and lips. When you have done that, send Me a picture message of your silky skin, thus informing Me you have followed my instructions, after which you will place your mobile phone between your shaven lips. I will then call you with further information. By the way, you have an hour to be ready and at My side." The line went dead.

Mentally noting the time on her watch, Joanne hurried into the en suite and turned on the shower. Peeling off her work clothes, she dived under the spears of warm water, snatching up the soap and lathering her downy triangle. Picking up her lady shaver, she began stripping the soft curls away from her flesh at the apex of her thighs, gently stroking. After closely shaving her mound of Venus, she dipped the razor between her luscious petals, caressing the down from them as well. Stepping from the shower, she wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and took up her mobile phone. Positioning the cam on the phone to the best advantage, she captured the smooth perfection of her mons and petals, sending the image to her Master and placing the phone between her lips as instructed.

Leaning her head against the en suite door, she counted the seconds. The mobile rang and its vibrations sent electric shocks tingling through her body.

"Yes, Master Anthony?"

"Well done joanne, I am most pleased. Now, my sexy little one, go into your bedroom and put on the clothes I took the liberty of laying out for you earlier in the day when I dropped in. Once you are dressed in these clothes, you will go downstairs, where a car will be waiting for you to bring you to Me. I shall see you in no more than half an hour. Should you be late, you will be punished."

He clicked off His phone and she gasped. Scuttling back into the bedroom, she saw on the bed the clothes which she had not noticed earlier. Bending over to pick up the suspender belt, she clipped it around her waist and, sitting on the edge of the bed, smoothed the sheer black stockings up her legs and clipped them to the belt. Slipping the black and red garter over her foot, she eased it up until it encircled her right thigh. Quickly searching, she noted there were no panties or bra. She lithely wriggled into the short black leather skirt, zipping it up at the waist. Then, lifting her arms, she shimmied the leather halter top down over her head, making sure the firm erect rosebuds of her nipples were centred in each of their special holes. Shrugging on the leather jacket at the foot of the bed, she stepped into her two inch black leather heels and quickly pulled a brush through her long, fine locks, leaving them swirling loosely around her shoulders in the way Master Anthony prefers. Leaning over the hand basin in the en suite, she stroked a smear of deep red lipstick over her full, pouting mouth.

She pocketed her mobile phone and, clattering down the stairs in her heels, snatched up her black evening bag and keys. Hurrying down the hall and out the door, she turned to lock it behind her then glided down the garden path to the black Ford sedan waiting at the gate. She slipped into the back seat and clipped her belt. The driver was separated from her by a smoked glass panel.

Her phone rang and she jumped. This was a call she was not expecting.

"Well done little one, I am most impressed. It seems you can be ready in a shorter space of time than most of your sex, although I must admit you do have some motivation. Now, joanne, when you arrive where I am, you are to be ready for Me to take My pleasure with you. See you soon, kitten."

Blushing, she slid the phone into her evening bag and settled back against the seats of the car, watching the houses flash past outside. Fluttering her eyelids closed, she felt her nipples hardening against the leather jacket, thinking of her Master's last comments. Just thinking about Him taking His pleasure with her filled her stomach with a fluttery feeling and her soft inner petals felt instantly juicy with creeping desire. Her thoughts were disturbed once more by the phone.

"In order to help you prepare yourself for Me to take my pleasure, there is something I want you to do."

"Yes, Master Anthony?"

"CUM JOANNE!! CUM ON MY COCK!"

The call ended as she collapsed in the seat belt, a whimpering, quivering mass, the inside of her leather skirt coated with the honey which was now copiously flowing from her treasure trove.

Suddenly the big car slowed to a stop. The hum of a motor was heard and the smoked glass panel separating Joanne from the driver slid down. Joanne held her breath. Her training was such that, beyond a gasp of astonishment, she showed no hint of surprise when the driver turned and spoke to her.

"Good evening My joanne. You have very much pleased your Master with your obedience thus far. Now let Me see if your obedience is to be continued. I want you to take off your skirt, little one."

Fingers fumbling at her side, Joanne searched for the zipper which would release her skirt. Raising her hips from the upholstery, she wriggled the skirt down around her knees, letting it slip to the floor of the car where she kicked it off her feet. Settling back down, she relished the feel of herself sitting bare-arsed on the sumptuous leather seating below her. Master Anthony, seeing her wriggle of pleasure, grinned at her.

"My little sub obviously likes the feel of leather on her sweet little tushy."

His insinuating tone brought the heat of a blush to stain her porcelain cheeks. He knows this one so well, she thought to herself. The leather was teasingly cool against her warm flesh, tantalising her. The ache to feel it caressing other parts of her body was nearly unbearable.

"Patience, little one, there is plenty of time. Here, put this on, kitten. Once it is on, you may not even ATTEMPT to peek. Should you do so, your punishment will be severe. By now you will have guessed W/we are not going to Chez Nous for dinner. All will be revealed a little later."

Joanne took the silk blindfold from Master Anthony's hand and tied it over her eyes, fastening it at the back with a flat knot. She felt the car move forward again and began wondering mentally where He was taking her. Before long, it drew to a halt again and she was aware of the driver's door opening, before feeling her seat belt unclipped and a hand under her arm, escorting her from the car and leading her into a house nearby. The chill of the winter air raised goosebumps on the exposed flesh of her backside and she heard her Master's knowing chuckle as she twisted her shoulders to stop her swelling, cold nipples from brushing against her leather jacket.

He let Himself into the house, Joanne following one step behind Him. He pushed the door and she heard it click shut. Taking her hand, He led her along the hall into what seemed to be a large, airy, warm room. Guiding her steps, Master Anthony stopped her before a large marble bench.

"Lay down on here, My sweet sub, and spread your legs. But first ......"

Master moved His hands to the shoulders of Joanne's jacket, pushing it off her and letting it fall to the ground with a whooshing sound before easing her, front side down, against the chill marble slab. She jumped as her nipples contacted the icy stone, and Master laughed, knowing how sensitive her rosy peaks were when they were chilled.

"It seems My horny sub liked the feel of leather against her bare arse in the car. Perhaps then she will like this."

Her hearing strained as she listened to Master Anthony's movements around her. Joanne tensed as she felt the flogger's touch, shivering with anticipation as He trailed it down her back from her hairline, its leather tongues licking at her creamy cheeks. A soft sigh of pleasure bubbled up from her lips when she heard the gentle swish as Master swung the thong in the air and she felt the tingling in her tushy as He pinkened her pale flesh. Joanne whimpered with delight as she heard the second swish, the warmth of the marks flooded through her body and she felt herself becoming dewy.

"Do you think you have pleased Me enough to deserve a treat, joanne?"

"Master Anthony, this one has tried her best to please You and obey Your commands."

"And, so far, she has pleased Me well. Let's see if the obedience is to be continued. Raise yourself into she sleen please joanne."

Moving quickly, Joanne drew her knees up under her, her small feet pointing towards each other and her long hair spilling forward over her face as her head hung low between her arms. Listening with all her might, Joanne wondered what was coming next. Suddenly she felt a thin leather strip being dragged up between her petals which, by now, were smeared with crystal dew. A strong shudder rippled through her. Another soft swish, and the thin leather strip was replaced by the flogger, which gently stung her soft flesh into rosiness and the tips of which collected her dewed petals, making her gasp in tortured pleasure.

Once more, Master Anthony replaced the leather flogger with the thin leather strip. Joanne wasn't sure about the strip. She wondered what else it was attached to. She didn't have long to wait before finding out. With a sharp "crack", the cracker end of Master Anthony's whip cut across her bare cheeks, leaving behind a long thin pink line. Joanne jerked in response and hovered on the edge of a trembling release. 

"What's the matter joanne?"

"Oh Master Anthony .... You are making this one feel so horny!!!"

"Don't you dare cum, joanne - you know the punishment if you do!"

Again the whip hissed faintly and gently stung her firm arse, the very tip landing against her petals, leaving them rose red in the light. Master Anthony smiled as He watched the moisture of His girl building on her lips. Reaching under her, He clipped one of the pair of clamps to her now swollen, glistening lips, the other He clipped to her throbbing pleasure bud. Joanne gulped and Master laughed.

"When I remove that clamp from your clit you may cum .... not before."

Rolling her onto her back, Anthony gently pulled Joanne down the bench until her knees bent over the end, at which point her legs were secured as wide apart as she could stand them to be. Master Anthony removed her leather halter top quickly. Her wrists were then cuffed. Straining her ears again, Joanne tried to figure out where Master Anthony had moved to, but the carpet was so thick that she couldn't hear a sound on it. A faint scratching noise made itself heard by her sharpened hearing. Joanne had just a few seconds to wonder what the sound was before something landed on her left nipple, causing her body to jerk violently in reaction.

"I hope I didn't hurt you, little one."

"No Master Anthony, but may joanne ask what it was You just did please?"

"Patience joanne .... you'll find out soon enough."

Another drip landed on her right nipple and Joanne flinched. Whatever Master was dripping on her was hot, and she wriggled her shoulders to try and drag her upper body away from the burning sensation. Drop after gentle drop sprinkled her full, heavy breasts and she could hear the smile in Master Anthony's voice as He spoke.

"My sub looks absolutely delightful laying there like that."

Still silently wondering what He had done to her, she heard Him emit a quick breath of air. Almost immediately, she could sense an acrid smell in the air. A candle, she recognised, He's dripped hot candle wax all over me. The thought was enough to tighten her inner muscles again. Carefully listening for further movement, Joanne heard the soft purr of a zipper being pulled and she squirmed in her position. She knew Master Anthony was undressing, and she ached to be able to help Him. He noticed her agitation.

"Relax girl, you may help Me dress again when I am finished with you."

Slowly His hands ranged over her breasts, gently peeling one drop of wax off at a time, deliberately leaving the coatings over each nipple until last. Joanne's breathing became heavy as she knew He was teasing the edges of the wax up off her right nipple.

"Don't you cum joanne .... don't you dare."

"No Master Anthony."

Easing His hands from her soft mounds of flesh, Anthony reached into a container beside Him. Joanne's keen ears made out a rattling sound and an instant later she nearly rocketed off the bench as Master Anthony laid His icy hands, fresh from the ice bucket, back over her nipples.

Chuckling evilly, Joanne's Master slowly slid His glacial hands down over her body, peeling apart her soft, shaven petals. She could hear the approval in His voice as He praised the thoroughness of her shaving, but it did not register with Joanne. All she could feel was the small block of ice in His hand as He trailed it from her rectal sphincter up to the clamp on her clit and back down to her love tunnel. Easing her open still further, Master Anthony stood and, using His throbbing, erect cock, shoved the ice cube as far up into Joanne's sweet pussy as He could reach. Joanne moaned at the double sensation of the ice and her Master's rampantly erect member inside her.

Master Anthony teased her relentlessly, slowly moving His hard shaft in and out of her now dripping warmth. When she squirmed beneath Him, He released her legs, drawing them up over His shoulders, allowing Him to thrust deeply into her. Reaching between Joanne's legs, He pulled sharply on the chain connecting the two clamps, and Joanne bucked violently, the need to orgasm screaming through her at the traction on her sensitive little clit. Just at the moment He sensed Joanne was at the point of no return, Anthony eased Himself back and out of her, grinning devilishly down to her.

"It would appear you are having a little problem obeying your Master's order to not cum, joanne."

"Nnnno Sir, it's just ......" 

Anthony chuckled wickedly.

Joanne felt something cool and soft sliding into her wet hole and she wriggled, feeling it probing deeper and deeper into her. When it had totally filled her aching cavity, Master Anthony teasingly drew His member around the ring of her arse, easing a little pressure onto it and slipping inside her gently. Joanne had never felt so filled. Her Master started a slow rhythm in her with His member and she sighed with delight.

Watching her face carefully, Anthony could see she was building to an explosive orgasm. Releasing the clamp on her lip, He twisted the top of the vibrator, turning it on in her pussy and sending a violent shudder ricocheting through the girl below Him. Teasingly seductive, He started moving the vibrating toy in and out of her in a counter motion to the action of His cock in her arse. Resting the toy inside her again for a moment, He reached forward and whipped the wax off her right nipple. Joanne squealed in heated desire. Raising her legs, Master Anthony connected her buttocks firmly with the palm of His hand. Joanne jerked again.

"Don't you dare, joanne."

"Noooo Master Anthony .........."

Again He set a steady movement in both her orifices. Slowly He pulled the vibrator out of her soaked snatch, before leaning forward and very slowly easing the wax from her left nipple. Joanne moaned and her cunt muscles gripped tightly around her Master. Shaking her a little roughly, He again warned her not to cum until He removed the clamp on her clit. Pulling His cock from her, He walked around to the top of the bench and lifted her head. The knot holding the blindfold over her eyes was undone, and He removed the soft cloth. Joanne tried to look around at her but He was leaning over her, blocking her view. Moving to stand between her legs again, He once more tugged on the chain connected to her still clamped clit. A tremendous shudder rippled through Joanne's small frame and she gnawed softly at her lower lip. To her watching Master, that little gesture of hers betrayed to Him, Who knew her so well, that she was teetering on the brink of no return, and just one shove would topple her over. He applied the push.

Slamming His hot, blue steel erection deep into her cunt, He eased the pressure off the clamp, yelling to her "CUM JOANNE!!!! CUM YOU LITTLE SLUT, COVER MY COCK WITH YOUR HONEY!!!" Joanne shattered beneath Him, the force of her orgasm forcing an ejaculation of her cum over Master Anthony's balls and clenching His dick in a vise-like grip. Feeling her bucking and rearing underneath Him was enough for Anthony. With a guttural moan "ohhhhhhh fuckkk!!!" He filled her with His scalding seed.

Breathing heavily, He laid across Joanne and released her wrists. Cuddling her as she sobbed with exhaustion and emotion, He breathed, "thank you My most obedient little sub, Master is very pleased with you this night." Joanne softly thanked Him when she had caught her breath sufficiently to be coherent. Master Anthony giggled. 

"Do you think that the people watching U/us had a good show, little one?"

"What do you mean please, Master?"

Indicating her to sit up and look around, Master Anthony stepped away from her. Wriggling into a sitting position, Joanne looked around her and gasped. The room T/they were in was small and, in the walls, were glass windows, behind which she could see several people. A deep scarlet blush fanned over her high cheekbones.

"I have taken you to a voyeur's club, little joanne and, tonight, W/we have been the entertainment!"



Obedience



Mary had been brought up in a conservative household. Her parents were fundamental Christians. Very fundamental. Her father's strictures were such that they made the Amish seem a model of progressiveness. All her life it was drilled into her that her father was the patriarch and that his will was not to be questioned. Her female mind couldn't hope to understand the subtleties of his masculine ingenuity.

Home schooling was essential, as the wild progressiveness of state schools would only corrupt her innocent mind, and the dogma that was passed off as religion in the schools run by the major churches was anathema to her father.

Now, however, Mary was eighteen, and her father had decided she should go out to work. There were rules and regulations put into effect regarding this of course. Her father would find a job he thought suitable, and she would deliver her pay to him each payday. He would make her a suitable allowance.

The job her father found her was working for a lawyer. A woman lawyer, naturally. She was not permitted to fraternise with members of the opposite sex. The actual job consisted of research for the lawyer, establishing case history and precedents that might apply to the cases that the lawyer was currently working on.

It turned out that Mary actually has a good and inquisitive mind, an extremely retentive memory and she loved research. By lucky chance the job she was given fitted her like a glove, and the employer was quite impressed with her abilities. That was how Charles came to meet her.

Charles had a case, but he was finding precedents hard to come by. While discussing this case with Brenda, Mary's employer, she suggested that he have a word with Mary.

"She's the best researcher I've ever come across," Brenda told Charles. "Come over to my office later and you can give her the details."

So later that day Charles was introduced to Mary. He explained his requirements and Mary nodded, taking notes as they talked. She then vanished into her back room to work her magic. 

Charles was quite amused. Mary seemed such a little mouse of a girl, and that horrific dress! How could she bear to step outside wearing it?

Charles commented to Brenda about her mousey employer and Brenda nodded.

"I know what you mean," she said. "She's got a terrific brain and if she'd only put a little effort into her appearance she'd be sensational, but she's completely under her father's thumb, and he dictates her every move. If he knew you were giving her a case to research he'd probably try to forbid it. A real dictator type."

The next day Mary approached Brenda.

"I've found two precedents that could be said to apply to Mr. Charles' case," she told Brenda. "One is reasonable, but the second would probably be far more useful if you use a bit of twisted logic on it."

She went on to explain what she meant to Brenda, who laughed when she finally worked out where Mary was heading with it.

"Twisted logic, is right," she said, "but I love it. Why don't you run these down to Charles' office and explain it to him."

Seeing Mary hesitate, she chased her out. 

"Go, go, it'll be fine. He's waiting for a break in this case."

Reluctantly Mary departed, heading out of her sheltered back room into the larger world. Reaching Charles' office she was ushered straight through.

This time, Charles paid a bit more attention to Mary, and he had to admit that Brenda was correct. Mary had a lot of potential. He listened intently as Mary went through the precedents she'd discovered and her explanation of how the second one could be applied. 

"Oh, yes," he thought. "She definitely had a fine mind as well."

Subsequently, Charles arranged a deal with Brenda, whereby Mary would research some of his cases. He'd pay for Mary's time as required. 

The deal worked quite well, as Mary had been under-utilised just researching Brenda's cases. If it hadn't been for the heatwave, the situation could probably have continued for a long time.

I can see you're wondering how a heatwave can screw up a lawyer's office procedure. What happened was that Mary was doing some heavy research for Charles during the heatwave, and had to traipse over to his office one day during the worst of the heat. To add to that, she still wore the heavy god-awful clothes that her father insisted on.

When she arrived at Charles office she was sweating like a pig. Forget that bit where they say horses sweat, men perspire, ladies merely glow. Mary was sweating, big time.

To make matters worse, the air conditioning in Charles office had broken down, so the heat in there was just as intense as the heat in the street.

After five minutes of watching Mary sweat as she explained the precedents she'd brought with her, Charles had had enough.

"Why on earth are you wearing a dress that heavy in this heat?" he demanded. "Why don't you just take it off?" 

Then he could only sit and watch dumbfounded as Mary blushed, said "yes sir," and took off her dress and laid it to the side.

Her underwear, he noted, was in accordance with the dress. It was atrocious. Something, he decided, had to be done. Some judicious exploring of the way her mind worked was also called for, starting with why she had taken off her dress like that.

"Mary, why did you take your dress off," Charles asked.

Mary looked confused. "You told me to," she pointed out.

"Do you do everything you're told?" Charles queried. 

"Men know far more than me, my father says, and that I should obey them. I can't hope to work out how their minds work, he says. I just have to accept that they know best and do as I'm told."

"Does he say that about men in general or about himself?"

"Well, I have to admit he says it about himself, but it seems to me that if applies to him then it would have to apply to other men."

Charles nodded thoughtfully. "True, true. However, when I said take off your dress, I really meant to exchange it for something lighter. I should have been a bit clearer. My apologies. I assume that you don't actually have anything lighter that you can wear around the office?"

"No, sir," replied Mary. "My father arranges for my mother to make all my dresses and he always insists that this material be used. Should I put my dress back on?"

"Not right now," said Charles, "you're quite adequately covered as you are. However, you definitely need to have a change of dress."

Picking up the phone, Charles called through to his secretary, telling her to go down the street and pick up a sundress and some light underwear for a woman. Looking carefully at Mary, he quoted the sizes he wanted.

Returning to his desk, he indicated that Mary should continue with her briefing. With the briefing finished, Charles directed Mary to sit down and wait. After a while his secretary called, saying that she had the required items. Did he want them brought in?

"Give me a couple of minutes and then bring them in please, Jessica," Charles told her, and turning to Mary suggested that she put on her dress again, which Mary did, albeit with a disgusted look at it.

Then Jessica brought in the new clothes and out them on Charles' desk. Her eyes flicked from the clothes to Mary and she grinned. 

"Occasionally, you get a good idea, boss," she called over her shoulder as she left.

Charles grinned at the comment and turned to Mary.

"OK, Mary, take off that dress and that terrible underwear and put these things on instead."

He realised his mistake almost before he finished speaking, but there was no way he was going to call those words back.

Blushing again, Mary stripped off the dress and then the underwear, walking naked to the desk to get the new clothes. She really did have a sensational figure decided Charles. She needed to be brought out into the real world.

For a moment, Charles fought temptation, and temptation won handily.

"Before you put the new clothes on, can you step around here for a moment?" Charles heard himself saying.

Mary looked at him, startled, still blushing from being told to take off her clothes. Hesitantly she moved around to his side of the desk.

"I just want to make sure I estimated the right sizes," said Charles.

Raising his hands, he cupped Mary's breasts, weighing them gently while his thumbs caressed her nipples. He nodded thoughtfully then ran his hands down her flanks, sliding behind her and cupping her bottom, which he squeezed, before bring a hand around to run through the wild little tuft of fur on her pubic mound. Pressing his hand down, he nudged it against her legs, silently suggesting that they part. With a slight shift of her stance, Mary complied, and Charles hand neatly slipped between them and cupped her mound.

Charles held her for a few endless seconds, and then let her go with a sigh. 

"Get dressed," he said, "quickly."

Still blushing and feeling strangely excited, Mary did. She looked enchanting, Charles thought, and her father is a monster.

"You should wear those clothes in the office," he told her. "As office wear, you'd probably be better off leaving them in the office and wearing your normal clothes to and from the office."

"And that way your father won't know about them and forbid them," he thought.

"Yes, sir," said Mary happily, practically dancing back to Brenda's office and her work rooms.

Brenda took one look at the transformed Mary and called Charles.

"Just what are your intentions regarding that girl, Charles," she demanded.

"I'm not sure," Charles admitted, "but seduction is definitely one of my intentions."

"Good. She needs it. Maybe it'll help break her loose from her father's control."

After hanging up Brenda considered the situation, and then called Jessica, Charles secretary, for a little discussion.

A couple of days later, Brenda had some things she wanted delivered to Charles. Calling Mary in, she asked her to deliver them. Considering Mary in her office clothes, Brenda suggested to Mary that for this particular errand it might be better if she wore her normal clothes.

"But Mr. Charles doesn't like them," protested Mary. "Last time he made me change into these."

"That's all right," said Brenda. "What's the worst he can do? Have you take those off and get you some more office clothes."

Mary blushed. 

"When I had to change last time," she said, looking down, "he touched me."

Brenda laughed. "That's all right. If you're lucky he might touch you again," she told Mary, to her surprise.

Shaking her head Mary left to change clothes and go and deliver the letters to Charles.

Charles meanwhile had noted a couple of odd items in his own office. For some reason there was a towel spread over his couch. On querying this with Jessica, she politely informed him it was there for protection and she'd prefer that he leave it there for the day. 

The other thing was that Jessica had another bag of clothes on her desk. Seeing his raised eyebrow, Jessica informed him that she thought it was possible that Mary would need a few more reasonable things, so she'd picked some up.

Knowing damn well that a good boss did not interfere when his secretary got odd fits and starts, Charles shrugged it off and got on with his work.

When Mary arrived, Jessica ushered her straight through to Charles office and waited. Next moment Charles flung open his office door and pointed to the bag of clothes. Smiling, Jessica passed them to him, where upon Charles snatched them and slammed back into his office.

Pointing at the new bag of clothes, Charles growled at Mary.

"Take off those abominations and put on proper office clothes," he snarled.

Red faced and apologetic, Mary hastily stripped off, blushing to be nude in front of Charles, but relieved that he wasn't trying to touch her again. At least, she thought she was relieved. She was certainly feeling something.

Reaching for the new clothes, Mary promptly ran into problems. The panties were far too large and the bra far too small. She couldn't wear either. Trying to pull the dress on without underwear was also futile. It was at least two sizes too small.

Growling, Charles barked through the intercom to Jessica. Jessica came bustling in, seeming amused at poor Mary clutching the dress to cover herself. She was also suspiciously quick to understand the problem. She stuffed the bra and panties back into the bag and tweaked the dress out of Mary's hand before she even knew it was going. 

"I'll take them back right now," she announced. "You've got two hours free right now Charles, so you won't need me." Turning towards the door she suddenly bent and snatched up Mary's original clothes. "I'll take these with me so I've got something I can measure against," she announced, and vanished out the door, ignoring Mary's desperate plea to wait.

You don't get to be a lawyer and not know that there are some cases you just do not bother to fight. Charles could see that he now had only two options. Take the towel of the couch and wrap it around Mary, or lay Mary on the towel and seduce her. 

He knew damn well which option he was expected to choose.

He sat back in his chair and sighed.

"Come here, Mary," he said quietly.

Mary approached him slowly, knowing that he was going to touch her again. Her nerves were screaming at her, an odd mixture of yes, go and no, stop.

Stopping in front of Charles, trembling slightly, she waited to see what he would do.

Charles carefully cupped one of Mary's breasts, gently flicking the nipple.

"We have been set up, Mary," he told her. "Me, as much as you. I believe that their intention is that I should lie you down on that couch and seduce you."

Smiling at Mary's vivid blush, Charles continued.

"Personally, I think it's a wonderful idea, and I'm going to do it."

The hand cupping her breast drifted down until it reached her mound, and started rubbing it. His hand pressed firmly between her legs, waiting until Mary slowly let them move apart, granting access. Nimble fingers darted between them, tracing her lips and probing at her slit.

"Turn around and look at the couch, Mary," Charles told her.

Mary did so, and Charles promptly took advantage to run his hands over her bottom and to let his fingers gently probe the gap when the cheeks came together with her legs.

"You can walk over there and pick up that towel and wrap it around you, or you can walk over there and lie down on the towel."

Mary stood there, her nerves prickling her, feeling those inquisitive fingers dart around her, teasing funny little sensations out of her. 

"My father says I shouldn't do things like that," she muttered.

"All fathers say that," pointed out Charles, "and eventually all girls do anyway. We can always stop at any point if you think we're going too far."

Mary looked at him and then across at the couch, all the time feeling those nimble fingers, touching and teasing.

She finally gulped, and walked over to the couch and sat primly on it, waiting, neither lying nor wrapping the towel around her. From here on the choice was Charles.

Charles joined her on the couch, gently coaxing her to lie down, stroking her breasts as he did so. Once she lying, Charles started gently touching her, initially concentrating on her breasts but slowly reaching out.

Mary was breathing hard, watching Charles stroke her breasts and tease her nipples.

"You did say we can stop if I want?" she whispered to him.

"Of course we can," murmured Charles, knowing that there was a lot of difference between can and would.

Bending over her, his mouth captured her breast, his teeth gently teasing her nipple while his hand slid down and rested lightly on her mound. Alternating between her breasts, he used lips and tongue to tease them into pulsating life, leaving Mary acutely aware of her breasts. And nagging through that awareness was the knowledge that his hand was resting down there, not doing anything, but not going away either.

Mary final pushed at the hand resting on her mound, flexing her hips slightly, with the half formed intention of pushing his hand away. Instead, her slight upward push seemed to cause his fingers to slip along her slit and dip between them. She gasped, and hurriedly twitched her hips again, wanting to pull away.

Again she found that she must have done the wrong thing, as those fingers now slipped even deeper into her, and were now exploring inside her. She gulped. "Charles, please," she said, feeling the time had come to retreat a little.

Charles smiled and promptly covered her lips with his own, as though that was what she had been asking for, while all the time his fingers stroked and poked and delved into all her secret places.

Mary relaxed a little, leaning into the kiss, experimenting with it, but still acutely conscious of those internal touches. She could feel Charles hand edging around as though looking for the source of that heat she could feel building up there.

Mary suddenly screamed, her voice being lost in Charles mouth. Charles had found what he was looking for, and his fingers had started treacherously tweaking her clitoris, sending acute shocks racing through her. Mary opened her mouth to protest, to call a halt, but screamed instead as those fingers again assaulted that vulnerable spot.

Mary was shuddering now, excitement raging through her, wanting to stop Charles but not knowing how to. Not wanting to know how to, she admitted to herself. She felt Charles moving one leg off the couch, and lying heavily against her. Then she could feel his fingers again playing around her lips, and she waited for them to slip through and tease her again.

She could feel her lips parting and suddenly knew that it wasn't a finger that was now moving between her lips. She gave a choked cry of "Charles" and then he was pressing into her, brushing past her virginity with a quick sting and sinking into her, filling her with himself.

She lay there shuddering slightly, feeling this new presence within her, wanting to accept and keep it, while part of her was crying out to reject it.

She felt Charles starting to move, slowly withdrawing and then returning, and barely noticed his finger slipping in to attack her clitoris again. Charles withdrew and then thrust in again, more forcefully this time, while at the same time he assaulted Mary's clitoris again. Hyper sensitive due to the earlier touches to her clitoris, and feeling the full length of Charles sliding in at the same time as this fresh assault, it was all too much.

Mary screamed and climaxed, shocked at what was happening to her body and just as shocked at what her body was doing to her emotions. She lay there under Charles, trembling with aftershocks while Charles settled into a nice easy rhythm, thrusting deep and hard.

Mary came slowly out of her climax to find that she was moving in unison with Charles. He was driving deep into her and she was willingly lifting her hips to meet him. She could hear herself giving little growls of satisfaction as Charles vividly demonstrated the differences between men and women.

Charles was enjoying Mary's body. She was hot and wet and tight and eager to please. She was meeting everything he could throw at her, matching it and tossing it back to him. He happily drove into her, hustling her to a second climax. 

Mary found her expectations steadily rising. She knew roughly what to expect this time, and was quite sure she was prepared for it. She was wrong. She heard Charles groan and felt something hot and wet splash deep within her, and then she found herself convulsing and clinging desperately to Charles as her climax swept over her again.

When Jessica returned she found Charles sitting on the couch, holding Mary who was wrapped in the towel.

"Charles," Jessica said, "it's time for you to take a walk. I need to talk to Mary. I'm losing one of my housemates on Friday and Brenda thinks that Mary would be an ideal replacement. Just think, if she moves in with us you'll be able to see her outside of work hours."




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Charles grinned and relinquished his charge to Jessica. With Jessica and Brenda working on her, Mary didn't stand a chance. She'd be pried out of her father's clutches before he knew she was in danger of going. Then things would get interesting. It would be fun introducing Mary to the real world.



Obedience



This is a gift for a friend. I hope he likes it.

Everyone in it is 18+ obviously.

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"I want you bent over my desk."

Amy shivered as his breath whispered over her neck, the heat of his body at her back.

"Mr. Harris..." she began tightening her grip on the binder in her arms.

"That wasn't a statement."

The pressure of her professor's hand on the small of her back pushed her towards his desk while he easily extracted the binder from her grip. He removed her purse from her shoulder, his fingers trailing down the exposed flesh of her arm as he did so. She shivered slightly.

Amy turned to look at her teacher, caramel eyes wide. Beneath his black rimmed glasses he dark green eyes met hers, the command clear as his fingertips pressed into her back. Her hands caught the edge of his desk, balking. He cocked his head to the side at the blatant disobedience. Without a word, his hand moved up her back to her shoulder and pressed her upper body down over his desk.

"Wait!" Amy said, pushing up against his desk.

She could hear his tsk above the pounding of her heart, "You are being difficult."

His hand lifted from her shoulder. Surprised, she turned to look at him only to be pushed down again. 

"If you are going to be difficult," he started, grabbing one wrist and jerking it behind her, "then we shall do this the hard way."

"Mr. Harris..." she cried out in surprise at the cold metal he snapped around her wrist before grabbing the other and jerking it behind her. "Blake! What are you doing?"

"I gave you a simple order, Ms. Reilly," his smooth voice slid over her as his hands came to rest on her hips.

Amy lay across his desk, cheek smashed against the wood with her hands secured firmly behind her back. Her toes barely touched the floor, even stretched. She tried to wiggle back but her hips were stopped by his. 

"No no," he said, pressing his groin against her backside.

The bulge in his pant stroked against her, and the air left her lungs.

"You are staying right where you are."

His hands disappeared from her hips and she turned slightly to see him pull something blue from his breast pocket.

His handkerchief.

The protest died on her lips as he grabbed her jaw in one hand, forcing her mouth open before placing the cloth between her teeth and tying it behind her head. 

"Comfortable?" his voice mocked her slightly as he massaged the small of her back.

The snarky reply was lost through the fabric of his handkerchief. He merely laughed and squatted down behind her, hands working their way over her buttocks and down the insides of her thighs. The smooth skin quivered beneath his touch and he leaned forward to kiss the bare flesh peaking from beneath her jean shorts. He lips trailed upwards, towards the crease beneath her butt cheek where he nipped at the sensitive area. Amy jerked, her gasp lost in her gag.

Behind her, Harris stood, leaning over her form as his lips touched her neck and his hands found the button of her jeans. His fingers expertly worked the button free; his lips moving over the curve where her shoulder and neck met. She barely heard the hiss of her zipper being pulled down when he ran his warm tongue over the tissue there drawing a whimper from her. Teeth followed tongue and she arched her back slightly, pressing her backside against his groin. His groan was stifled by her neck and he ground his hips into hers. 

The warmth of his body left her as he once more slid down her body, taking her shorts down as he did. His breath whispered across the back of her thighs making Amy glad that she opted out of wearing a thong today. She could already feel the moisture pooling between her lips.

His fingers slipped beneath the crotched of her panties. The cool air hit her heated core and she imagined the string of lubricant that stuck to the fabric as he pulled it back.

"I love how responsive you are," he murmured, pulling the fabric aside completely.

A cry left her throat when the wet warmth of his mouth touched her heated flesh. He ran his tongue over her clit lightly once, twice, three times, teasing her. Amy growled in frustration and pushed her hips back into his face. She felt more than heard his laugh before his mouth completely enveloped her clit. He sucked enough to cause pressure and flicked the nub repeatedly with his tongue. Above him, Amy fought to remain still.

Using one hand to keep her panties aside, Mr. Harris moved his other hand towards where his mouth currently occupied. He pulled back slightly so that he could brush his fingertips over the sensitive bud. Each time he flicked a fingertip against it, she jumped. A smile found his lips as he watched shudders running though her with every breath. Once more his tongue found her clit, running lazily over it as a finger found her opening. 

He slipped the digit inside drawing a moan from her. It was so easy when she was so wet, moisture practically dripping down her thighs. He worked it in and out of her slowly, keeping a leisurely pace to match the strokes of his tongue. He knew it was not enough, that she would want more and that in a few more strokes she would be writhing beneath him. On the desk Amy lay rigid, her body as taught as a bowstring, forehead pressed hard into the wood as she curled and clenched her toes. She was trying to put off the feeling of pleasure he was creating between his expert mouth and hands.

That was fine with him. She was plenty ready to take him now, and he needed no further prompting.

Pulling her panties down beneath her hips, her professor stood behind her, his hands working at his belt and pants. She knew he was deliberately taking his time, making sure she heard and knew what he was doing, making her even more anxious and desperate for him. She could practically hear his smile as she lay motionless on the desk, even her breathing quieted.

His opened his pants enough to pull his throbbing erection out, stroking it a few times in one hand before resting it between her butt cheeks.

"I should make you work for it," he said simply, almost sounding like a teacher again. 

Amy groaned in aggravation.

"I should take your gag out and make you use that wicked tongue of yours for something constructive for once," he rubbed himself against her wetness as he talked, coating himself before pressing the head of his penis into her.

A rush of air left Amy's nostrils as she forced herself to exhale. 

"However, I am in no mood for delays."

Without warning, he jerked his hips forcing the rest of him all the way inside of her. A long moan left her as she felt his hipbones press against her cheeks. Blake Harris had not been her only lover nor was he the biggest. If she had to guess, Amy would say that he was average sized, although maybe a bit thicker than usual. But what he could do with what he had left her breathless each time. 

Once more, she pressed her forehead against the desk, legs clenched as he eased out and slid back in at an agonizingly slow pace. It was punishment, and she knew. She moaned again, this time in agonized defeat.

She felt him lean over her, the new angle forcing him even deeper inside, "Next time, I expect obedience."

Amy just sobbed and nodded her head. He moved back, placing his hands on her wide hips and began to move. At first, she thought he was going to continue the slow torturous pace he had set before. Wrong. Once his large palms surrounded her hips, he began to steadily thrust into her. Amy moaned in relief and loosened her muscles, relaxing beneath him. He rocked easily against her, slow enough to let her enjoy the feel of him gliding in and out of her tightness but fast enough that the pleasure began to build within her lower stomach. 

A hand touched the back of her thigh and she spread her legs for him. His fingertips touched her clit causing her to bolt off the desk. He took his other hand and pressed down on the small of her back, a smirk playing on his lips. 

She squirmed beneath his fingers, tossing her head side to side as he moved the tips of his fingers in tight little circles around her clit. Her breath started coming out in short gasps, her torso twisting and toes curling at the pressure she felt in her stomach.

So close.

"Ah ah ah," he chided, removing his fingers and slowing his pace.

Amy practically growled as her entire body went limp.

"Not yet."

She squeaked in surprise as she suddenly found herself on her back, legs wrapped around his waists. He moved over her, slipping an arm beneath her to pull her into a sitting position on the edge of the desk. His hand remained on her back while the other slipped beneath her butt for leverage. A wicked smile crossed his face as he leaned forward and took the handkerchief beneath his teeth, tugging gently. The tie came undone easily and he pulled it from her around her face. He dropped it to the ground and smiled at her. She sat in his arms, panting slightly, her panties dangling off of one ankle. 

She looked at him uncertainly before gasping when he began to move within her once more. Almost immediately, the pleasure began to bloom in her lower stomach. Each thrust brought him flush against her, his pelvis grinding against her. Every time his hips connected with hers, she could not stop the little sounds coming from her throat. 

So close.

Amy felt her entire body involuntary clench up, her toes curling behind his back.

"Oh God!'

She could not stop the exclamation as she came hard, her body slumped against his as she buried her forehead against his collarbone. He continued thrusting into her, pulling her closer as his movements became sharper and hurried. She felt him tense up before he suddenly pulled out and she felt a warmth splatter over her stomach.

They sat like that for a few seconds, Amy breathing hard into his shoulder as he held her. She heard a faint click and relaxed as he freed her wrists and set the cuffs to the side allowing her to lay back. 

"If you stained my shirt, you are in big trouble," Amy muttered, her fingers running the sticky white liquid on her stomach.

"I don't think you are in any position to make threats," Harris smiled, thrusting his still semi-hard penis in her and grinding his hips against her.

Amy just clenched her teeth as she glared at him.



Obedience



"Are you almost ready to go, sweetpea?" I asked as I approached Priya from behind. 

"Almost," she replied. She was watching herself carefully in front of the bathroom mirror, putting in her earrings. I walked up to hold her from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her free shoulder. I studied us carefully in the mirror. 

Priya had shoulder length black hair, mostly straight but with a slight curl at the ends. She had just blown it out, but even so she ran her fingers through it again – she was never quite satisfied with it. Her hair framed her face, with carefully applied make up concealing the acne scars I could never quite see, despite all the hours I've spent staring at her beautiful face. Her makeup was carefully applied, lips bright red with lipstick, which she now evened out by rubbing her lips together. 

"All set!" she said, turning to face me with a smile that lit up the room. 

"You look great," I told her. And she did. She was wearing a sleeveless purple dress, cut just low enough that she felt the need to pull up the neckline every time she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Beneath the dress, she was wearing a push-up bra that I knew she only wore because I liked it. Her breasts were pressed together underneath her chin because of it, creating cleavage that could cause a car accident if I was driving. As I leaned in for a kiss, she leaned back and kissed the air. "Don't mess up my lipstick! I just got it right, love."

Priya turned away from me to leave the bathroom, causing her skirt to flare out. I reached out to give her round ass a light squeeze, then left my hand on her waist. Something didn't feel quite right.

"Are you wearing a thong? Panties?" I asked. "I can't feel them." 

"You'll find out later," she said mischievously, as she started to walk away into the bedroom.

I caught up to her in just a few steps, grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her towards me. 

"No," I said. "I think I'll find out now."

"No," she said, trying to pull away. "Not right now, please?" Her brow knitted as she begged.

"I said, I'm going to find out now." My voice grew firm. "Now."

Priya's expression changed as she heard the tone in my voice. She took a half-step backwards, and I grabbed her by the wrist. 

"Baby, please stop? You're hurting me." Her voice had more of a pleading quality to it now, and I felt my pants grow a little tighter in response.

"Are you," I asked, "Or are you not, my personal sex toy?"

"I am," she said, her voice growing quieter, with a tone of resignation.

"Are you, or are you not, a whore? My own personal cum slut?"

"I am." Her voice was barely above a whisper now.

"Get on your knees." Priya had given up now. She was mine. She knew she was mine. She slowly fell to her knees.

"You know what to do now." She reached up without another word and unbuckled my belt. She struggled slightly with the button of my slacks – she was better at jeans. The two part fastener always proved to be an obstacle.

I closed my eyes, reveling in the knowledge that I would have her as a personal fuck toy for the rest of our lives. My pants fell to my ankles, and she hooked her fingers under the waistband of my boxer briefs to pull them down. Her eyes widened in startled surprise as my dick burst forth, already getting hard. With one hand, she grasped the base of the shaft and opened her mouth. She started with long, slow strokes of her tongue along the entire length of my cock, starting with the base and moving towards the head. My dick rapidly swelled, growing harder as her tongue moved faster.

"Put your hands behind your back," I commanded. Priya looked up at me uncertainly. She was used to using both hands. She was used to being in control – but that would be different today. Slowly, she obeyed, keeping her lips wrapped around the head of my cock. I grasped the back of her head with both hands and slowly forced myself deeper into her mouth. She coughed, and I saw her hands coming back towards my waist. 

Before Priya could reach me, I seized her roughly and threw her face down onto the bed.

"I told you no hands, you fucking whore." I was almost shouting at her. She froze, unsure of what to do. I put my knee on her back to hold her down as I pulled the tie from around my neck. Bringing her wrists together, I wrapped the tie around them several times before putting in a tight knot. I stood up, and yanked her unsteadily to her feet, her hands now bound behind her back.

"Back on your knees," I ordered. Priya fell to her knees, still off balance, and looked up at me. The slight look of fear in her eyes made my dick even harder. Her hair, disheveled from where I had grabbed her head before, fell in front of her eyes. I leaned down slightly, and tenderly brushed her hair out of her face and behind her ear. A smile had barely begun to form at the corners of her mouth before I again seized her roughly and forced my cock into her mouth. 

Priya gagged again, but this time there was nothing she could do. The head of my dick met soft resistance at the back of her throat, before feeling it yield and allowing me to force the last few inches of my dick inside of her. She made a desperate choking noise and tried to pull her head away from my waist, but I held her tightly to me. It was only when I saw her face start to turn red and tears spring to her eyes that I released my grip. 

Priya immediately pulled away, gasping for air as the first tears ran down her cheeks. She looked back at me, staring at me as if I was a stranger.

"I'm not done," I said hungrily. She leaned away from me, but with her hands tied she couldn't maintain her balance and fell on her side. I pulled her upright and brought my cock to her mouth yet again. She tried to keep her mouth closed, fear now written across her entire face. 

"Open!" I shouted. Startled by my sudden aggression, she obeyed. Holding her skull tight between my hands, I drove my cock into her over and over again. With each stroke, she gagged. Saliva flooded her mouth involuntarily, running out the corners of her mouth and down the length of my shaft. Soon her spit was dripping down onto my balls and dripping onto the floor. Tears now ran freely down her face, causing her eyeliner to form dark streaks on her cheeks. I paused for a moment, releasing her head. She immediately fell to the floor, unable to stop herself with her hands as she gasped desperately for breath.

"Call yourself a slut."

"I'm your little slut, baby, I'm your little whore -" 

I cut her off to ask a question. "Do you want my cock inside of you?"

"Yes, please," she moaned, still laying with her face on the floor.

I reached under her arms to pull her to her feet, only to shove her roughly onto the bed. Priya bent at the waist, her face buried in the covers but her ass still in the air, tantalizing me. I unzipped the back of her dress and rolled her onto her back, hands still bound. I pulled the dress down to expose her thick padded bra. With one hand, I squeezed her breast aggressively. Priya let out an involuntary gasp.

"Get back on your knees, whore." She struggled to get off the bed, her dress now impeding her movements even more than her tied arms. I let her continue for a moment, giving her time to catch her breath before my next round of throat-fucking. As she positioned herself in front of me again, I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her breasts spilled out, nipples already erect. Again, I reached for her breasts – this time with both hands, squeezing tightly before twisting one of her nipples almost 180 degrees.

Priya cried out again. I wasn't sure if new tears joined the old. 

With renewed ferocity, I drove my cock deep into her throat. Again, each stroke brought a gag, but this time Priya moaned in pleasure in between thrusts. Feeling myself approaching orgasm, I pulled away and threw her back on the bed. Her body was so small, her holes so tight. Tossing her around was as easy as tossing a doll. This time, I left her face down and hiked her dress up around her waist. As I suspected, she was not wearing panties of any kind. 

With one hand, I reached down to feel the wetness dripping from her swollen pussy. 

"Where do you want my cock?" I asked her.

"In my pussy," Priya begged. "Please." Her voice had a pitiful quality to it now.

"Too fucking bad," I replied. I spread her ass cheeks and positioned my cock against her asshole. It was already well lubricated from her spit. Without warning, I abruptly slammed the entire length of my shaft inside her. She cried out, whether in pain or ecstasy or both, and I felt her clench around the base of my dick.

Priya tried to slide away, tried to avoid having so much of me inside her at once, but I grasped her hips with both hands and brought her ass back towards me. She whimpered again. With one hand still holding her tightly to me, I reached up with the other and seized one of her breasts. I closed my eyes and my head leaned back, reveling in the sensation of her tight ass clenched around my hard cock.

"Where should I cum?" I said aloud. Priya thought I was speaking to her, but I was really just thinking out loud.

"In my ass," she pled. "I want your hot cum in my ass."

"Too fucking bad," I replied again. I pulled my cock out of Priya and rolled her onto her back. I climbed onto the bed, straddling her waist, as I stroked my cock with one hand and used the other to twist the nipple I had ignored earlier. 

"Open your mouth again," I commanded. Priya looked up at me with tear soaked eyes and streaks of mascara on her face as she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. Seeing my own personal whore in this position brought me to climax in seconds. Thick ropes of cum shot out of my cock and made stripes across her breasts, open mouth, and face. The next contraction reached even further, striking her bangs, forehead, and some even falling into her eye. Priya blinked quickly, trying to clear her sight, but couldn't fully open her eye. 

"What do you say to me?" I asked. 

Laying on her back, her dress covered in spit, cum, and her own juices, face streaked with tears, cum, and mascara, Priya barely opened her mouth. Her voice was a whisper. "Thank you, sir."



2 Mistresses: A Study in Seduction



Summary: 2 powerful women seduce straight women in different ways.

Note 1: Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the original idea to what turned out to be a very lengthy, complex NOVELLA, in the vein, I hope, of my Catching Mommy series except without the incest (mostly).

Note 2: Thanks to Robert, Tenzin, Goamz86, and Wayne for editing.

This was originally released a couple days ago as 2 Mistresses: A Study of Seduction. But to my incompetence, I sent in a fix before it was released to fix a plot error and part way through the first day of release part 2 (unedited) replaced the original part 1.

So if you have already read this... sorry. But I didn't realize what the error was until after I got it removed. I then realized it was the right story for a day and then altered to the second chapter.

Confusing... I know.

This is the original story....

2 Mistresses: A Study in Seduction

CAROLYN ADAMS

Carolyn had not brought her assistant on this trip as she decided it was time to find some fresh young meat and was thus planning to give her a promotion soon to her Tokyo office.

Carolyn had been working so hard of late her sexual needs had not been met regularly and being in Los Angeles, where the quota was the highest for lost women unknowingly looking for a Mistress, she decided to start her search for her next assistant or at the very least a one night stand.

Carolyn often used her assistant to find young girls for her while on her travels, but today she felt compelled to go on the hunt. 

Being a CEO of a major worldwide internet company gave her plenty of opportunity to meet women who were willing and eager to do whatever it took to climb the business ladder. Being 2015, women were just as likely, if not more likely, to eat a pussy as a cock to get ahead. Sex was money in the business world and the more willing one was to use it to their advantage the more likely they were to climb the business ladder.

Carolyn had no idea how many women she had had between her legs, hundreds for sure, but even that number was rather conservative. From the first time she seduced a woman, her Biology teacher, and made her an obedient plaything for the rest of her senior year, she had practiced her trade... a trade of seducing as many women as possible. 

Carolyn believed a few things about sex:

1. All women are sexual beings and have dark desires that are often kept hidden deep inside and never allowed to be explored.

2. All women see sex as an intimate way to explore their true selves.

3. All women fantasize, regardless of how happy they are in their relationship. Of course, single women fantasize too.

4. All women find other women attractive and if not consciously, at least subconsciously fantasize about a sapphic liaison.

5. All women are looking for sex as an escape from their busy, overwhelming lives. Most women work and are expected to also be the motherly figure at home and a sophisticated lady at work and in public.

6. All women who allow themselves to explore their true sexuality, live out their darkest fantasies, accept their complex sexuality and plethora of needs will be truly free from the male hierarchy women are forced to live in.

7. Almost all women are submissive by nature and by society's expectations. Regardless of how hard women fight for true equality, they are built to please. The rare woman who isn't submissive must guide the flock to their true sexual identity and protect them from the sins and abuse of men. 

Carolyn believed she was born for a greater purpose... to liberate as many women from the chains of ludicrous social morals that few men actually lived (cheating and homosexual activity still rampant behind the scenes of the so-called business world).

She discovered through her years of experience that almost every woman will submit to another woman given the right circumstances and opportunity. 

Sometimes Carolyn was sweet and tender; other times powerful and dominant; other times a balance of the two. Yet, almost without fail, once Carolyn set her eyes on a woman they inevitably ended up between her legs.

Carolyn had submissives in hundreds of cities who would meet her at a moment's notice even years after their first encounter.

Her gift of seduction, of discipline, brought almost any woman to her knees and made them lifelong submissives to her and usually eager pussy pleasers for life as well.

Over the years she had many amazing encounters:

-A very famous princess going down on her during the coronation of her brother.

-The daughter and mother team of the President of an important country that pleasured her together regularly during his time as President.

-Nineteen Miss America pageant winners in a row (and over a hundred contestants)... as well as four other Miss World winners. 

-Her own mother when she was just eighteen (incest being just another of society's judgemental moral views that were more common behind the scenes than people would ever know).

-Her entire college sorority including the den mother and a few alumni.

-A couple dozen big name female celebrities (names not disclosed for obvious reasons)... her business giving her access to celebrity women in all fields of popularity. 

-Her brother's wife before the wedding and again during the evening ceremony. 

-Dozens of coeds throughout the years.

-Many other CEO's and every female employee in her company as well as the majority of the designers scattered throughout the world who provided top of the line designs for her online store.

-Wives of many male CEOs as well as a few of their daughters.

Carolyn's biggest turn on was turning a straight girl regardless of her age. She had seduced women from the age eighteen to sixty-three (although that was a special one, being an Oscar winner just minutes after she won the Oscar). 

She loved seeing a woman admit to her long ignored sexual desires and curiosity.

She loved seeing a woman willingly drop to their knees.

She loved seeing a woman, hands often trembling, undress in front of her.

She loved the look in a woman's eyes when she first tasted her addictive honey.

She loved the tentativeness of a new submissive, almost always followed by eagerness, and a final acceptance that this was their natural place... their years or decades of denied desire finally breaking through.

Carolyn perused the hotel bar. A classy little place where a dress code was mandatory. 

Every woman there was dressed in a cocktail gown and Carolyn noticed that only three of the women actually accentuated their attire with nylons. 

'What a pity,' she sighed to herself. She had watched as women got lazier over the years. In the eighties when she was in high school nylons were always worn by teachers, and by many students, herself included. Slowly, this piece of attire, meant to accentuate a woman's legs, were worn less and less by women. They were still mandatory in most government positions, the royal family, as well as all her employees and, of course, her submissives.

She believed nylons, pantyhose for her employees and thigh highs for her pets, were a symbol of sexuality. 

In business, pantyhose are professional and still sexy.

In the bedroom, thigh highs were sensual and allowed easy access to the sweet honey that only women were given the gift to expel.

Horny, it was rare Carolyn went two days without a pet between her legs, she made her choice. A young girl, she liked them young, was sitting at the bar by herself. She was also one of the three wearing pantyhose. Carolyn walked over to black haired beauty and asked, "Anyone sitting beside you?"

"No, ma'am," the girl responded, startled by the question, waiting for her so-called meeting.

"Ma'am," Carolyn chuckled playfully, charm on full, "Please, I hate such terms that infer age. My name is Carolyn."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized. "My parents taught me at a young age to always be polite."

Carolyn was already giddy at the obviousness that this young girl was ripe for the turning. She agreed, looking into the unique not green, not blue eyes, "I must agree with your parents. But, I'd still prefer Carolyn."

"Of course, it's nice to meet you Carolyn," the girl greeted, finding something very comfortable about this woman, even though she couldn't explain it. 

"Nice to meet you too," Carolyn smiled, taking her hand and shaking it, all the while moving her thumb ever so subtly on the young girl's hand... just a sly moment of intimacy. "I assume you have a name."

"Oh, sorry," Mindy giggled like the southern young girl she was. "It's Mindy."

"Texas?" Carolyn asked, pretty good at placing accents.

"Born and raised," Mindy nodded, wondering if her accent was that obvious.

"Can I get you another drink?" Carolyn asked, as she waved her hand to the bartender.

"Um, sure," Mindy nodded, never having had a drink bought for her by another woman. She had many men buy her drinks, all with the same purpose, to fuck her. Mindy came to Los Angeles like so many others... to be an actress. And although she had gotten a couple of minor roles in commercials and one music video, she had yet to hit it big. 

Mindy was actually here, at this overpriced overdressed bar, dressed in her most extravagant attire, to meet a movie producer who was supposedly interested in her for a lead role. That said, the last two times such a promise was made, it was once for porn and the other time the guy wasn't even a producer.

Mindy, doing her due diligence after the last two disasters, researched the guy and he was legit... at least in that he was a producer with one low budget movie under his belt. That said, he was an hour late.

Carolyn ordered drinks and noticing that Mindy seemed distracted asked, "Are you waiting for someone?"

"I am," Mindy sighed, "but he's an hour late."

"Men!" Carolyn joked, although she meant it. Men were utterly useless to her, except a few gay designers, and one straight designer. If it wasn't for the invention of pantyhose by Allen Gant, Sr., and the requirement for their sperm to populate the race, she had no use for them.

"Yeah," Mindy nodded, as she finished her eighteen dollar drink. The only one she could afford to buy. Actually, she couldn't afford one, but needed to at least look like she belonged here.

"I'll keep you company until he arrives," Carolyn smiled, sensing a very vulnerable young woman just looking for a Mistress, even though the young girl didn't know it yet. 

"If he arrives," Mindy said, although it was nice to have someone to talk to.

"So tell me about yourself," Carolyn began, knowing that knowledge is power. She always tried to know everything she could about the people she was about to seduce, as well as her employees.

"Not much to tell," Mindy shrugged. She told her about her dreams of becoming an actress and was either laughed at, given a lot of pity, or told that she needed to find a real career. Actually, those were exactly the last words her father used when she left.

"Oh, honey," Carolyn smiled warmly, putting her hand on the young girl's nylon-clad leg, the second seemingly innocent, but perfectly strategic, touch. "I'm guessing you've been told a million times to stop trying to live the dream."

Mindy was surprised by the sudden hand on her knee, but equally surprised by the accurate words of the woman. She nodded, "Is it that obvious?"

"I can tell by your tone you don't want to be rejected again," Carolyn said, giving a gentle squeeze on the prey's knee and then moving her hand away to take a drink. Always leave them wanting more... and usually questioning themselves as to why they wanted more, was advice given to her years ago and advice she had taken to heart.

"It's a tough town," Mindy nodded, feeling so safe and comfortable with this motherly figure... although she somehow knew she didn't have any kids.

"The toughest," Carolyn nodded, although truth be told New York was just as tough for different reasons. "Are you here alone in this wacky city?"

"Yes," Mindy nodded. "I'm a long way from home."

"Home is where you make it," Carolyn said, spending half her year, give or take, in the finest hotels in the world.

"I suppose," Mindy said, as the bartender returned with drinks. She took a sip and asked, "Are you from here?"

"God, no," Carolyn responded. "I live in the other pretentious city in this country."

"Washington?" Mindy questioned.

Carolyn couldn't tell if she was serious or just witty, but she laughed, "Now that is funny. I guess I live in one of the other pretentious cities in America, New York."

"Oh, Houston is a pretty close fourth," Mindy smiled. 

"Well, I'm a lot of things," Carolyn said, returning her hand to the girl's knee, "but pretentious isn't one of them."

Mindy laughed, even as she felt a rush up her spine that didn't make any a sense, "Good to know."

"Are you an actress?" Carolyn asked, even though the answer was obvious.

"In a perfect world," Mindy nodded. "Although based on my length of unemployment I can't really call myself one."

Carolyn moved her hand away again, playing a classic game of cat and mouse. "Let me guess. You're also a waitress."

"Sadly, it almost pays the bills," Mindy nodded, impressed by this intriguing pretty woman.

Carolyn laughed, "I remember those days," although truth be told, she didn't.

"You were an actress?" Mindy asked.

Carolyn put her hand on the sweet girl's leg again. "Oh, we are all actresses."

"Pardon?" Mindy questioned, confused both by the answer as well as the feelings of warmth that coursed through her when the older woman's hand went back onto her knee. Was she hitting on her? Or was she just really friendly?

"Women are always acting. Playing a part in a man's world," Carolyn responded. She was confident that pushing feminism while criticizing the sexist life of Los Angeles would pull the young woman even closer to her.

"I guess," Mindy shrugged. Although in retrospect, the older woman's words made sense as back home and definitely in Los Angeles it was a man's world.

"That is one of the reasons I started my own business," Carolyn nodded, giving another hint of what she had in store later, "I like to be in control." As she said those final words she again gave a squeeze on the sweet girl's knee... this time it had an undoubtable meaning.

Mindy was confused. She wasn't surprised to get hit on, that happened all the time... even a couple times by women. But, this was the first time she wasn't disgusted and uncomfortable (well, she was uncomfortable, but more so because of her confusion of her feelings). Somehow the woman was creating feelings inside her that she wasn't used to.

"What kind of company?" Mindy asked, allowing the woman to keep her hand on her leg.

"It's an online store aimed at woman only," Carolyn said, her hand sliding, ever so slowly, like a lost snail, up the pretty girl's nylon clad leg.

"Oh really?" Mindy asked, so intrigued by this woman she was not moving away from the gentle, intimate touch. She was also curious what kind of online store would be only for women.

Carolyn knew she had her. She had set up the seduction well and was well on her way to accomplishing her goal. Many asked her over the years how she was so successful at seducing straight women and also almost always having them coming back for more. It was actually quite simple. She had taken psychology in college as an elective and what a great one it was. It was there she learned of Maslow's hierarchy of needs and used it as her basis for seduction.

The five stage hierarchy was both fascinating and almost always right. The bottom element is the physiological needs. This one is obviously the stepping stone to the others. It is, simply put, the physical requirements for human survival. These needs of a guarantee of clothing, shelter and food are incumbent to the ability for any person, man or woman, to allow themselves to take the risks needed to explore their true sexuality.

Often these needs were already met for women she was seducing, but for Mindy, Carolyn knew that she could enhance the sweet girl's physiology by offering her a job. It was obvious she was struggling to get by and her physiological needs were not being met adequately. Her sense of love and belonging and her self-esteem were clearly at rock bottom or close to it and Carolyn was confident she could build all those needs for this lost young girl.

"On that note, I just thought of something," Carolyn said.

"What?" Mindy asked.

"I am in the process of creating some online commercials for a few of my new products and was supposed to be in New York on Friday for the auditions," Carolyn continued, reeling the young girl in with a mixture of her words, her look and her slow tease as her hand moved up slyly again.

Mindy was overwhelmed. She felt the woman's hand moving up her leg. She also heard the woman potentially offering her a job. Yet, she had rejected the advances of men for jobs in the past. Trying to be non-committal, she asked, "What kind of products?"

Carolyn answered, "A couple. A new line of lingerie from a young, hip lesbian from Paris, and," she paused for dramatic effect, "a new line of sex toys for women, especially couples."

"Lesbian couples?" Mindy asked, her pussy undeniably wet.

"Yes," Carolyn nodded. "I cater to the growing lesbian market in the world. Thus why online is so convenient."

"Oh," Mindy nodded, the woman's hand now at the hem of her dress.

Suddenly, just as Carolyn was going to offer her a job, a male voice interrupted them.

"Are you Mindy?" The male voice said.

Mindy looked up, startled; her head in a strange wonderland that was swirling inside her. "Um, yes, yes, I am."

"Sorry, I'm so late," the very good looking man said, "Shooting went longer than expected."

"On what?" Carolyn asked, her hand still on the young prey's leg, her fingers now just going under the dress.

The man looked at Carolyn and said, "I'm directing a pilot for NBC."

"Very nice," Carolyn smiled, playing nice, even as she tried to keep Mindy reeled in. She could sense that Mindy was special and that she would be a great addition to her firm and, conversely, that Mindy desperately needed her.

"Can I buy you two a drink?" The male asked, wondering if he could smooth his way into a threesome.

"No, no," Carolyn said, "I need to get going anyways. But could you give us a minute?"

"Sure," he nodded, disappointed about the quick squelching of a potential threesome, but happy about just how hot today's potential playmate was.

Once he was gone, Carolyn said, "You should likely go and meet with him."

"I probably should," Mindy nodded, even though oddly, she suddenly wasn't excited to meet with him, even though that was why she had come to this overpriced lounge in the first place. She couldn't explain it, but she wanted to stay with this woman.

"If it goes well, great," Carolyn said, her hand going under the dress but not past the inner thigh (a clear implication of intent, but a tease that would leave the young straight woman rattled and wanting more), "But if it doesn't, and you want to chat some more, I'm in the penthouse suite."

"You are?" Mindy asked, her pussy tingling with excitement, as she inadvertently opened her legs slightly... her body willing to allow this older woman to touch her where no woman ever had.

"I only want the best of everything, Mindy," Carolyn said, sliding her hand out from underneath the girl's dress, and standing up. "And I think you may very well fit into the descriptor."

Mindy was speechless. She looked up at the pretty woman, a sudden disappointment that she was leaving filling her. 

Carolyn leaned in, her hot breath on the young woman's neck and ear. She whispered, her tone dripping with sexual implication, "The password to get to the penthouse is 'I will obey'."




2 Mistresses: A Study in Seduction



Mindy moaned softly, her strongest erogenous zone her neck. With the three words, every last lingering doubt of what this older woman wanted was gone. 

Carolyn turned and walked away, always leave them wanting more. She didn't look back, she just kept walking, knowing that, without a doubt, Mindy watched her leave.

Mindy watched the pretty woman leave, her panties now incredibly damp. She took a deep breath, her head spinning, her body lusting and walked over to the very handsome man. Usually, she was giddy with excitement and hope, yet this time she wasn't going to play the game. She was going to be frank with him.

Carolyn switched into something more comfortable. She stayed in her black thigh highs (the colour of power in her mind), her matching black thong and bra and put on a robe. She glanced at the clock, 9:04. If she was right, and she usually was, Mindy would be here within an hour... likely half that.

Mindy barely listened to the guy talk. He seemed genuine, yet she couldn't stop thinking about Carolyn. There was something about her that wouldn't leave her. Everything about the woman was intriguing and the three word password to enter the penthouse suite only added to the aura of the woman.

"So are you interested?" the man asked.

Mindy had no idea what he last said. But deciding to be blunt, she asked, "Look, I don't mean to come off as a bitch, but I need to be frank here. I have no intention of fucking you tonight."

The look on the guy's face whose name Mindy had already forgotten (Carolyn having really done a number on her), told her this was another hoax meeting.

Mindy stood up and said, "Thanks for the drink," and walked away.

The guy said, pissed off, "You bitch. You will never work in this town again."

Mindy kept walking, hoping that her next job was going to be in New York. She went right to the elevator and was surprised to see a bellhop in it. She had no idea such things existed anymore.

"What floor, ma'am?" the bellhop asked.

Mindy froze. Suddenly she was filled with anxiety. What had she just done? Had she really thrown away her acting career to go upstairs and maybe have sex with a woman? 

The bellhop repeated. "Ma'am, what floor?"

Mindy knew it was now or never. If she walked out of the elevator, she was also walking out of Los Angeles and her dream to be an actress. If she said Penthouse, she was potentially going to submit to a woman. She was confused, but made a decision. "Penthouse please."

"Password?" He asked.

"I will obey," Mindy answered, as she figured she would just go up and hear more about the modelling gig. Going up didn't mean she was going to have sex with a woman. She wasn't a lesbian. But she was curious... which made her chuckle at the pun.

"Yes, ma'am," the bellhop nodded as he pressed the penthouse button.

As the elevator rose, Mindy's head and body were swirling with emotions. Excited at the possibility of a job. Nervousness at the thought this woman may expect sex with her. Trepidation at the reality the idea of sex for a job, correct that, sex with this woman for a job, was actually not an impossibility.

Her panties were damp. Her head was light. Her mind was made....

As the elevator opened, she was surprised to realize it opened to the suite itself. That meant she had the entire floor. 

She tentatively walked into the massive spread; once again, she was overwhelmed... and impressed. Carolyn obviously was a very successful woman.

That said, she didn't see Carolyn anywhere. She wasn't sure what to do.

Carolyn heard the elevator open and smiled. 9:28... Even earlier than she had anticipated. She waited a moment, deciding to make the eager pet wait. 

Eventually, she slipped on her five inch heels, left the master bedroom and went to finish the seduction.

Mindy was having second thoughts (or third, fourth and fifth thoughts) and was considering leaving when Carolyn greeted, "I'm so happy you could make it. The meeting didn't go well?"

Mindy instantly felt giddy as she heard her voice and saw that she was now in a robe. Mindy answered, "No, he was a leech."

"Most men are," Carolyn nodded, as she went to the bottle of wine chilling and asked, "Can I get you a drink, my dear?"

"Yes, ma'am," Mindy replied like she had the first time, hoping one more glass of wine would calm the nerves.

Carolyn liked the subservient respectful use of the word 'ma'am' this time, and allowed it. She poured two glasses of wine and walked over to Mindy, who was still standing near the elevator. "Come on in, my dear."

Mindy followed Carolyn into the massive spread of what was apparently the living room. She said, trying to make small talk, "This is the most extravagant room I've ever seen."

Carolyn nodded, "I believe I deserve only the best and this is the best penthouse in the city."

"What a great way to be able to live," Mindy said impressed, her apartment was tiny and shared with two other striving wannabe actresses.

"You could live this way too," Carolyn said, as she sat down on the couch and crossed her legs, the top of her lace top thigh highs in clear view for the young lady.

"I can't imagine," Mindy said, as she sat across from Carolyn and noticed the sexy nylons.

"Come sit with me, my dear," Carolyn offered, patting a spot beside her.

"Oh, okay," Mindy nodded, standing up and then obediently joining the confident woman.

"So have you considered my offer?" Carolyn asked.

"I wasn't completely clear on the offer, ma'am," Mindy said. "Were you offering me a chance to audition for your new online commercials?"

"Oh, I guess I wasn't clear," Carolyn smiled, her hand returning once again to the young lady's nylon-clad knee. She now moved to the second level of Maslow's hierarchy, the safety needs. Carolyn was about to offer personal and financial security, which often led to good health and well-being. "I was offering you a full time job working under me." The innuendo was blunt. 

Mindy again felt chills go up her spine.

Mindy again felt her panties dampen with excited wetness.

Mindy again felt her head go light.

Mindy took a long sip of her wine as she tried to deal with her conflicting emotions.

Carolyn continued the aggressive attack. "Mindy, if you decide to take my job offer, you will move in with me."

"I will?" Mindy asked, surprised by that.

"Yes, I will pay all your expenses to move. You will live rent free in my home, and have your own, very spacious and furnished, room," Carolyn continued.

"Oh," was all Mindy said, the offer sounding too good to be true.

Tempting the sweet girl with more of her currently unsatisfied safety needs she added, "I will also pay off any debt you have currently accumulated and pay you 200,000 dollars a year."

Mindy's eyes went big. 200,000 dollars? Her increasing growing debt paid off? A full time job? This was definitely too good to be true. She finally asked, "And what does the job entail?"

Carolyn's hand moved up slightly on Mindy's leg as she continued, "You would be my full time twenty-four travelling assistant." She already had a live-in maid and assistant in Carmen back at home.

"What about my acting?" Mindy asked, her body burning at the woman's soft touch.

"You will also be the face and body of my new lingerie and toy line," Carolyn nodded, knowing that she needed to tie the third and fourth level of Maslow's theory, love and belonging, with Mindy's safety needs. It was obvious that Mindy was alone in Los Angeles and in dire need of a feeling of belonging. And in Carolyn's treatment of all her pets, there was a love and belonging, an intimacy built on trust and need and lastly a foundation of family (although not in sense of the most common dictionary definition). As well, by offering her a job, her clearly low self-esteem, beaten down by the harsh Los Angeles lifestyle, would be reclaimed. As Carolyn had learned from experience, if the first four steps on the hierarchy were met, the pet could begin her search for the ultimate goal of any person... self-actualization. That one, though, takes years to accomplish.

"You would do that?" Mindy asked, completely drawn in with the opportunity being offered.

"I would and I can," Carolyn nodded, her hand again going slightly under the dress of her pet-to-be.

"But I have to move to New York?" Mindy asked, as she glanced down at the hand slowly disappearing under her dress, inching closer to her very, very wet panties.

"You would indeed," Carolyn nodded, "you would move in with me and also travel wherever I went. You would be my live-in and travelling full-time assistant."

"Everywhere?" Mindy asked.

"Paris, Milan, Rome, London, Toronto, Tokyo, Delhi, and Moscow in the next three months," Carolyn listed, her jet setting ways always an enticing perk to a pet.

"I've never left America," Mindy admitted.

"The photo shoot for the fashion line is in Paris," Carolyn revealed, smiling at how close she was to taking the young girl in. Changing subjects she said, "I would buy you an entire new wardrobe, of course, as you would only wear designs from my catalogue. And we would definitely get rid of these cheap pantyhose and put you in classy ones."

"I bought them at a drugstore," Mindy admitted, feeling oddly like Cinderella at the possibility of a complete makeover.

"Oh my," Carolyn said. She moved her hand out from underneath Mindy's dress and took her hand. She moved it to her own silk clad leg and asked, "Can you feel the difference?"

"Wow!" Mindy nodded, as she felt the super silky material and also the reality that her hand was on another woman's leg.

"I know," Carolyn nodded, watching the pet-to-be's intrigued facial expression, "These are the silkiest stockings in the world, and not yet even available for purchase."

"They are amazing," Mindy said, as she moved her hand up and down slowly, in awe of how soft and sexy they were.

Carolyn stood up and instructed, "Wait here."

"Yes, ma'am," Mindy nodded, as Carolyn left the big room. This was just enough time to compose herself. Her pussy was still dying for attention and she still had no idea what Carolyn really wanted. She assumed sex, but Mindy wasn't sure what that actually meant between two women. Licking pussy, fingering, toys? She had no experience other than a roommate who was bi and had shown her a few toys she had used on other girls... That, at the time, disgusted her as she was a very straight girl. But now... she wasn't so sure.

Mindy finished her glass of wine just as Carolyn returned with a package. 

Carolyn ordered, "Put these on," as she handed the package of beige stockings to Mindy.

Mindy took the package and asked, excited to have a pair of such quality pantyhose, "Where is the bathroom in this massive spread?"

"There are actually three," Carolyn pointed out, before adding, "but you can change here."

"Really?" Mindy asked.

"If you are going to be my assistant we will see each other, and many other women, naked," Carolyn explained.

"Oh," Mindy nodded, nervous to get undressed at all in front of another woman. Yet, she did it. She took her pantyhose off, self-consciously careful to not flash her panties or ass to Carolyn. 

Carolyn watched the sweet girl change hosiery, knowing from experience new clothes, especially sexy hosiery, built a woman's self-esteem, self-worth, and thus automatically their own sexual confidence. 

Mindy surprisingly began to not feel self-conscious about her body or being watched by another woman as she began to put on the nylons which she soon realized were thigh highs like she noticed Carolyn was wearing. As she slid the super silk up her legs, she felt decadent and rich... A little like Eliza Doolittle in her favourite play. 

Carolyn watched with a sly smile, noticing her pet-to-be's awe at the sheer silk and how her nervousness seemed to fade as she put on the extravagant thigh highs.

Once both thigh highs were on, Mindy looked up at Carolyn and said, "I feel like a princess."

"Most princesses wear nylons every day, notice Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge?" Carolyn said, "She is always in pantyhose. Pantyhose equals power and symbolizes elegance and money."

"What about these thigh highs?" Mindy asked, actually modelling them.

Carolyn smiled at how sexy and yet eager this young woman was. "They are the epitome of women reclaiming their sexuality, while still being powerful beings in society."

"I do feel sexy," Mindy nodded.

"How old are you Mindy?" Carolyn asked.

"Twenty-one," Mindy answered.

"Are you ready for your job interview?" Carolyn asked, moving to her purse on a table.

"Um, yes," Mindy nodded, feeling ready for whatever was about to happen.

"It will be a very thorough interview," Carolyn warned.

"I understand," Mindy trembled in anticipation.

Carolyn took her phone out of her purse, pressed record and asked, "Full name please."

"Mindy Allison Rogers," Mindy answered.

Carolyn sat down and patted the spot beside her. Mindy obediently went and sat beside her.

"Would you consider yourself a risk taker?" Carolyn asked, smiling at the obedience of the pretty woman.

Mindy pondered this. The correct answer she was likely looking for was 'yes', yet the truth was other than coming to Los Angeles to follow her dream, she definitely was more conservative. She answered, "Honestly, until coming to LA and into this room, I have lived my life rather conservatively."

"Interesting," Carolyn nodded, most submissives are only risk takers when pushed. After a pause, she asked, "Have you ever been in love?"

Another hard question. The truth was that she thought she had met the man she was going to marry in high school. Dave and she dated from freshman year until one month before graduation, a few days after prom when she refused to fuck him, but then he betrayed her with her best friend... which was the other reason for the move to Los Angeles... to start anew, and get away from the two people she loved the most, who had both betrayed her. Mindy answered, "I thought I was in my senior year, but that was a facade."

Carolyn could see the hurt in the young girl's eyes and knew instantly that the hurt was recent, harsh and she wasn't yet over it. It only added to the reason she was the perfect prey... she was questioning love and herself. Carolyn asked, "You've recently been betrayed."

"Yes, ma'am," Mindy nodded, again in awe of the constant correct assessments of this woman.

"Tell me about it," Carolyn said, as she again put her hand on the leg of Mindy, before adding, "this is much better."

"It is a lot softer," Mindy nodded, liking having the woman's hand back on her leg. Mindy retold the entire betrayal, catching them in the act, his lame excuse that she wouldn't put out, even though she sucked him regularly, and the awkwardness of the entire school knowing.

Carolyn couldn't believe how much Maslow's theory fit this young girl. Mindy was desperate for the loving and belonging that she could give her. An unconditional, if unorthodox, love that created an external bond that transcended the social generic expectations of love and happiness.

"This may come out of the blue, but it is an important question," Carolyn said, "Do you swallow?"

It was out of the blue, yet it somehow didn't surprise Mindy. She answered honestly and frankly, "Every time." After a pause, "Except the last few times when he began giving me facials."

"Did you like getting facials?" Carolyn asked, her hand again beginning its slow journey up her pet-to-be's leg.

"Not really," Mindy admitted, glancing down at Carolyn's hand, "it was sticky, gross and humiliating." After a pause, she added, "Yet, truthfully it made him happy so I allowed it."

"Did you enjoy swallowing?" Carolyn continued, seeing the stereotypical submissive before her... doing things she didn't enjoy to please others. 

"It was okay," Mindy shrugged. "It's rather tasteless."

"Did he ever get you off?" Carolyn asked.

Mindy scoffed, "God, no. He fingered me and went down on me a couple times, but I also had to finish myself after I got home."

"That's a shame," Carolyn said, her hand now going under the dress. "Men are lost down there and will never ask for directions."

Mindy roared, "Isn't that the truth."

"Are you still a virgin?" Carolyn asked.

"No," Mindy sighed as she flashed back to the three minutes that deflowered her in an office for a gig she didn't get.

"I'm assuming it was anti-climactic?" Carolyn said.

"I have regretted it ever since," Mindy admitted.

"Only one man?" Carolyn asked.

Mindy didn't want to sound like a slut, but she had been with four men since moving to Los Angeles which was probably a lot. "No, ma'am."

"How many?"

"Four."

"Did you find fulfillment in your quest for love and acceptance through sex?" Carolyn asked, sounding more like a psychologist than a Mistress.

Mindy laughed, as, in retrospect that was exactly what she was doing. Trying to erase the past and find love. "No, each time only increased my own self-loathing."

Carolyn smiled at just how much Mindy was a poster child for her Maslow theory seduction. She was searching for self-worth, searching for a purpose, searching for a place she could discover her true self. Carolyn asked, "I'm assuming you have never been with a woman."

"Does today count?" Mindy joked, trying to both lighten the mood, but also hint that she was willing to explore a new side of her sexuality. She hadn't been curious about sex with another woman ever before, but today curiosity was tingling her kitty and the kitty wanted to come out and play.

"Not yet," Carolyn laughed, her hand giving a soft squeeze at the girl's thigh.

After a pause, Mindy wondered if this was the moment she did indeed change the answer to the question just asked. Carolyn asked, "Do you follow instructions well?"

"Yes, ma'am," she answered.

"Can you follow instructions without hesitation or questioning?" Carolyn continued.

"Yes, ma'am," Mindy nodded, curious as to the breadth of what she was agreeing to.

"Take off your dress," Carolyn ordered, an order that tested the truth to the last two answers.

Mindy was smart enough to understand the first order was a test of the last two agreements. She didn't question it, didn't delay her response, as she stood up and asked, "Can you unzip me?"

"Yes, I can, my dear," Carolyn smiled, as Mindy turned around. Carolyn stood up and slowly slid the zipper down her back... everything she did was calculated and paced. Eventually, Carolyn finished, but like a Mistress, didn't do the undressing, but instead allowed her pet to consciously finish the order given.

Mindy turned back around and nervously, not because she was getting naked in front of a relative stranger, but instead because she was insecure about her body, allowed her dress to drop to the floor.

"Your body is even more beautiful than I imagined, my dear," Carolyn complimented, building the young girl's self-esteem as the lengthy seduction continued.

"Thank you, ma'am," Mindy said. She had been told she was beautiful many times, had believed it many times, but this time she felt different... liberated.

"Now come take off my robe, my dear," Carolyn ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," Mindy nodded, wanting to see the woman's body. 

Mindy moved to the sash, her hands trembling slightly. She undid the robe slowly.

Carolyn watched with satisfaction at the young woman's nervousness and yet also completely intoxicated facial expression. A look that could only happen that first time... like the first time you ate chocolate or a pussy.

Mindy opened the robe slowly, as if unwrapping a Christmas present.

Mindy stared at the voluptuous breasts that were held up firmly in a sexy black bra. 

"Finish the task, my dear," Carolyn ordered, as she watched in amusement as the young girl stared at her large breasts.




2 Mistresses: A Study in Seduction



"Y-y-yes, sorry, ma'am," Mindy stammered, embarrassed that she had been staring. She took the expensive silk robe off and carefully placed it on the couch.

Mindy obediently returned directly in front of Carolyn, looking forward to more questions, more orders. She couldn't explain it, but obeying gave her a natural high and an unexplainable desire to obey more.

"Are you willing to be available twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week?" Caroline asked, very happy with the eagerness of the young pet.

"Yes," Mindy nodded, as she stared at the deep valley of flesh... her mind in neutral and her body in lust.

"Are you willing to obey, without hesitation, any order you are given?" Carolyn asked, seeing the impact her body was having on the woman. The power of sensuality, mixed with the ability to seduce, was rare for a woman... Something Carolyn exuded.

This was a hard question, as it was so wide in scope. Yet Mindy, so taken by the powerful woman, nodded, "Yes."

"Take off your bra and panties, my dear," Carolyn ordered.

Mindy knew that again this order was a test of the last couple questions. Yet, she was already all in, as she answered, looking at the brunette's aqua blue eyes, "Yes, Mistress."

Mindy unclasped her bra and allowed her 34B, not too big, not too small, breasts to be freed.

"Very nice breasts, my dear," Carolyn complimented, keeping the positive reinforcements throughout the seduction.

"They are too small," Mindy said, always hating her breasts and wishing they were bigger.

Carolyn smiled, "They are the perfect size, my dear. Not too big, like these heavy jugs, and not too small. Really, they are the perfect size." Carolyn cupped them.

Mindy felt a gush of wetness leak out of her pussy on touch as bolts of electricity coursed through her body as she felt feelings she had never felt before.

Carolyn leaned forward and took Mindy's left nipple in her mouth and swirled her tongue around and over the diamond hard nipple.

"Oh," Mindy moaned, not used to enjoying her breasts being touched. Men handled them with recklessness, this was different.

Carolyn gave a brief bite to the nipple, before moving to the other protruding diamond and replicating the attention, believing symmetry and attention to detail were critical.

Mindy's head was spinning, her body was burning and her pussy was leaking. 

Mindy had never known true intimacy until that moment. She realized then that she had never been made love to, she had only been fucked. 

Carolyn gave just enough of a sampling of pleasure, before she moved back up and ordered, "Now your panties."

Mindy, wanting to let Carolyn know how horny she was, admitted, "I probably should, they are completely soaked."

"Why is that?" Caroline asked, testing the young woman.

Mindy didn't have an answer to the question. She couldn't explain her feelings. She didn't understand her feelings. She admitted, "I honestly don't know."

"I do," Carolyn smiled, seeing the confusion this question caused her. An answer that was sincere... She really had no clue.

"You do?" Mindy asked.

"You have always had this part of you inside. You just needed someone to awaken the sleeping sexuality," Carolyn explained, as she moved her hand to Mindy's pussy and slid it in.

Mindy was shocked and yet exhilarated as she moaned. Carolyn slowly fingered Mindy as she asked, "Have you ever tasted yourself?" Carolyn asked.

"Nooooo," Mindy answered, having never thought to do it, as the finger inside her drove her wild.

Carolyn pulled her finger out, again just enough of a tease to draw Mindy deeper into the abyss of submission. She moved her finger to Mindy's lips and said, "Time to change your answer to that question."

Mindy obediently opened her mouth and tasted her pussy juice off of Carolyn's finger.

"Good girl," Carolyn purred, as she watched the young girl slowly bob on her finger.

Mindy was surprised that her taste was tangy and sweet. She wondered instantly why her ex complained that her taste was gross. The next thing that popped into her head was 'I wonder what she would taste like?'

Carolyn moved, pulled her finger out, and ordered, choosing now as the time to use a new endearing, yet powerful term, "Take off my bra, my pet."

Mindy's eyes went big at the term 'pet'. A term that implied something a little more submissive versus dominant. Her pussy leaked again, this time slightly down her leg now that she wasn't wearing panties. She lifted her arms up and unclasped the woman's lace bra and released the voluptuous, still stunningly firm, breasts from their lace prison.

"Do you like?" Carolyn asked, the question rhetorical as the answer was obvious.

"Can I feel them?" Mindy asked, staring at the large breasts, almost double the size of own.

"I insist you do, my pet," Carolyn smiled.

Mindy took both breasts in both hands. "They are so heavy. How do you even walk straight with these?"

"They can be a burden," Carolyn nodded, before adding, "They are also super sensitive to the touch."

"I imagine so," Mindy nodded, staring at them like she was staring at the Mona Lisa.

"They are even more sensitive to the touch of a woman's lips, tongue and teeth," Carolyn added.

"May I kiss them?" Mindy asked, her mouth-watering as if conditioned to please.

"You may worship them all night, my pet," Carolyn offered.

Mindy leaned forward and kissed the left breast. She splattered the breasts with kisses before moving to the big erect nipple.

Carolyn moaned softly, "That's it, my pet. You will spend a lot of time between my tits and also between somewhere else if you decide to come work under me."

Mindy didn't want this to end. She still wasn't sure if she was going to take the job offer, much less move to New York. But this night, this moment in time, she was just going to let go of any doubt and obey without hesitation.

"Now the other one," Carolyn ordered, explaining, "It's very important that a pet spends equal time on each breast."

"You believe in symmetry too?" Mindy asked, as she moved to the other breast.

"You really are going to be a good full time pet," Carolyn smiled.

Mindy swirled her tongue around the nipple as she pondered if she would be able to resist the temptation to take the job offer. It was one thing to give into sexual submission for a night, but for a living... that was a whole different matter. That said, she pushed the thought out of her head, deciding to live in the now.

Carolyn noticed just the hint of doubt in the eyes of her pet and said, after a couple more minutes of having her breasts pleasured, which had her pussy wet, "Time to take off my panties. On your knees, Mindy."

The order was so strong that Mindy felt a rush of adrenaline. She reluctantly stopped playing with the tits in her hands, and lowered herself to her knees. On her knees, she couldn't help but feel she was at home. She reached up to Carolyn's hips and slowly pulled the sexy thong down her nylon-clad legs. As she did, she couldn't help but look at the older woman's vagina which was shaved completely.

Carolyn explained, "A Brazilian. Which I will set up for you as soon as you arrive in New York. A pussy is a lot more enjoyable to lick and please when it is hair free."

"Oh, okay," Mindy said, as Carolyn lifted up her feet so Mindy could finish removing the thong. Mindy felt bad that her pussy was quite hairy. She had never shaved it, although she had used scissors to trim the excess hair on occasion.

"Don't worry, my pet," Carolyn said. "You will regularly be pampered as well as doing the pampering."

Carolyn walked to the couch and sat down. She ordered, "Crawl to me, my pet."

"Yes, ma'am," Mindy nodded, the derogatory task actually turning her on. She crawled the few feet and was now at the feet of the older woman... naked except for the thigh high stockings.

"Do you want to taste your Mistress?" Carolyn asked, the last new term she would use today. The final straw in the complete seduction of the young lady was now at hand.

Mindy looked at the inviting, slightly glistening, pussy, the temptation to bury her face in it almost impossible. Mindy looked up at the beautiful, exotic, intriguing older woman as she pondered the final word... 'Mistress'. A word that embodied the older woman perfectly. A word that embodied the entire evening. Carolyn was the boss and she was the employee; Carolyn was the seductress and she was the prey; Carolyn was the Mistress and she was the pet, the submissive, the servant.

Carolyn watched the young lady ponder the question... ponder her fate. The final answer was never in doubt, just whether Caroline had to guide the pet further. She was confident the seduction was done, but every once and a while a final push was needed. That said, this time she was right.

Mindy finally answered, giving in unconditionally, "Yes, Mistress."

"This can be a one-time thing, my pet," Carolyn said, "or it can be the beginning of a new lifestyle, a new relationship, a new world."

Mindy had no idea for sure if she was willing to make it a new lifestyle, but the idea of a relationship was appealing.

"But tonight, you are mine body, mind and soul," Carolyn said. "Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," Mindy nodded, not worrying at all about tomorrow, but focused on the night.

"Now go ahead, my pet, you are now where you were meant to be, doing what you were born to do, you are now home," Carolyn said, knowing that although she had told her pet this could be only a one night stand, the reality was no woman had ever been able to resist the draw of her aura and this young pet wasn't going to either... even if she didn't know it herself yet.

Mindy leaned in, even as her head processed the last words of her Mistress. She extended her tongue and tentatively licked. Fireworks sparked on her tongue. Chills coursed her being. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Her soul stirred with purpose. She was indeed home.

The facial expression on her pet's face the moment she tasted her was all the confirmation Carolyn needed to know that the pet was unconditionally, undeniably hers.

Mindy slowly explored the entire pussy, leaving no crevice ignored.

Carolyn was impressed by the first timer's tender eagerness. She moaned, "Good girl, you're a natural down there."

"You taste so good," Mindy admitted, unable to get enough of the intoxicating, addicting taste.

Carolyn gently reached down to Mindy's chin and lifted her up to look into her eyes. "Mindy, this is your home. On your knees, between my legs is your home. It is your purpose in life to be on your knees serving."

As Mindy listened to the words that should have been ludicrous, she knew it was true. She had never felt this free, this important. She felt that Carolyn needed her, understood her and would love her. And although she hadn't been sure she was willing to give her life to a woman she had met only a couple of hours ago, unsure she was willing to sacrifice her dream of Hollywood stardom, unsure she was willing to move to New York and start a new life... she now knew she was.

Mindy nodded, "Mistress, I understand, and if the job offer is still available I'll take it."

"That makes me very happy," Carolyn smiled, as she moved her hand away and said, "Now get me off with that eager tongue of yours."

Mindy, now wanting to get her new Mistress off, shifted to longer strokes, as if she was painting the pussy.

Carolyn moaned, "That's it, my pet."

Mindy, encouraged by her Mistress's words, kept licking and as the moans increased she moved her tongue to her clit.

"Oh, yes, you eager little pet," Carolyn moaned, her orgasm increasing. She reached and grabbed the back of Mindy's head and began slowly grinding her ass up and down.

Mindy loved the feeling of being a vessel of pleasure for her Mistress and eagerly kept licking.

Carolyn, near orgasm, asked, "Do you want to taste your new owner's cum?"

The word 'owner' was a little more extreme for Mindy, but she answered like a good submissive, "Yes, Mistress."

After another minute, Carolyn declared, just as she was about to come, "I'm going to come on your pretty face, Mindy."

It was the first time she heard her name in a while. Hearing her name again made this real, and yet she was completely okay with it. She accepted her position and was rewarded with the ultimate gift a Mistress can give a pet... her cum.

Mindy eagerly licked up the wine of love as it streamed out of Carolyn and flowed into her mouth. Mindy couldn't believe the heavenly taste and knew without a doubt, she was a lesbian. She had never enjoyed cock or cum, she just did it to please her man. But this... this she enjoyed and knew she would crave.

Letting go of Mindy's head, Carolyn purred, "That was very good, my pet."

Mindy looked up and giggled, "I couldn't agree more."

Carolyn smiled, "Come up here."

Mindy did and soon they were kissing. It was tender and intimate... again so different from kissing a man.

When Carolyn broke the kiss, she ordered, "Now on all fours on the couch."

"Okay," Mindy nodded, as she obeyed, praying that her Mistress was going to return the favour.

Carolyn knew from experience that most Mistresses never licked the pussy of their pets. They may fuck them with strap-ons, but never did they allow themselves to be in the position of the submissive. There was a hierarchy and a clear Mistress and submissive relationship.

Carolyn, though, didn't believe in this theory. In her mind, the Mistress and the submissive were equals, but each had their role.

Carolyn didn't eat pussy often. It was a rarity and a gift to a pet that had earned it. Yet, she always did the first time. The first time was always intimate and almost as equals... Future encounters could include strap-on cocks, threesomes, fisting's and anal sex. That said, there were different trainings, different extremes pushed for each pet's needs.

Carolyn had learned that each pet is different with different desires, needs and limits. Some wanted to be pushed to the extremes of sexuality, to be literally owned in essence, some just wanted the motherly figure who guided her through a sexual journey of self-discovery.

Carolyn had a hunch that Mindy here would land in between those two spectrums over time. That said, her training would be slow and planned. She moved her hands to Mindy's ass and purred softly, "Such a nice ass."

"Thank you, Mistress," Mindy replied, enjoying the hands on her ass and anticipating the long awaited orgasm.

Carolyn asked, as her right hand went to Mindy's wet pussy, "Do you want me to taste you?"

"Yessss," Mindy trembled on touch.

"Yes, what?" Carolyn asked, the training of a full time pet under way.

"Yes, Mistress," Mindy immediately corrected, learning her role very quickly. Her body was burning and dying for sexual release.

"So wet," Carolyn said, continuing to tease the young pet. "Why are you so wet, my pet?"

"I don't know," Mindy answered, which was true. She couldn't explain why her mind and body had given themselves to this stranger with such ease and also felt so natural.

"Think about it," Carolyn instructed, as she continued the slow tease. Through experience the Mistress knew that the best pets learned early to accept who they are. This was a necessary first step to a true submission, without which the pet could never really get truly comfortable or truly commit to their role. This was best achieved through a self-declaration, a final understanding by the pet-to-be herself. She added, gently guiding her to the correct discovery, the answer is right there inside you."

Mindy heard the question and instantly she knew the answer. Yet admitting something so foundational to her core self-worth was difficult to admit.

The reality was Mindy had always been trying to impress others her whole life, always denying her own needs... the first time she broke free of this desire to please was when she came to Los Angeles, but the reality that she had been refusing to accept now was clear... she didn't belong here. She hadn't been successful as an actress, but she had convinced herself she was doing okay. Tricking herself into thinking she could make it in this ruthless west coast dog eat dog world.

It was obvious to Mindy she wasn't cut out for this life and Carolyn had allowed her months of denial to suddenly be accepted.

That said, Carolyn had also rekindled a side of her that she had squelched completely... the need to please.

The reality was that Mindy suddenly realized with the crystal clarity of a 4k diamond why she was so wet. Why her body was burning with desire. Why her mind was allowing her to give in to the pleasure, give in to the pure unbridled lust that was suddenly consuming her. She was home. She had found, without a doubt, her purpose in life....

Carolyn could see the young girl's eyes as revelation crystallized.

Mindy answered, the declaration cementing her role in this new undefinable relationship, "Mistress, the simple answer, which has a way more complex answer, is I'm home."

Carolyn smiled. In all her years of seduction, those were the most powerful words a pet had said. She replied, "That you are, my girl. That you are."

And with that, Carolyn did what she only rarely did, she licked a pet's pussy.

"Oh, yes," Mindy moaned, the moment she felt the tongue on her pussy.

"You taste like warm honey, my little girl," Carolyn purred, deciding to play a motherly figure to this lost soul who had just discovered her true purpose and place in this complicated world.

Hearing herself called little girl brought new emotions to Mindy, only enhancing her feelings of being home.

Nothing had ever felt completely right in Mindy's life. She had always felt slightly off, slightly out of the loop... yet, tonight the stars had all lined up and spoke to her. And now, without a doubt, she knew who she was, what she was.

The orgasm built rather quickly. Which wasn't a surprise based on the wild night. In only a couple of minutes, which frustrated Mindy, who wanted this intimate perfection to last forever; her orgasm was about to erupt.

Mindy's breathing got erratic and she whimpered, "Oh God, I'm going to explode, Mistress."

Usually, a pet was only allowed to come when given permission. But on this first special night, Carolyn, being the caring and compassionate Mistress she was, was going to break her own rule. She purred, as she took the young pet's clit into her mouth, "Let your honey flow, my pet. I want to taste the full flood of your honey."

"Okay," Mindy moaned loudly, as her whole body flinched wildly when her clit was touched.

And then it came. Mindy realized then as her body transcended to an entirely different world, that she had never really had an orgasm, as unbeknown pleasure suddenly hit her with the power of an asteroid hitting earth.

Mindy screamed, loud enough to wake the entire hotel, "Holy fuck!"

Carolyn lapped the sweet flood of cum, always enjoying tasting a new pet.

Mindy's entire body felt pleasure she didn't know existed and couldn't believe she had lived without all these years.

Carolyn allowed her pet to enjoy the orgasm before getting up and going to her suitcase for what she never left home without... her strap-on cock. (Now that would be a great American Express commercial)

Mindy felt her Mistress leave and yet she didn't move at all. The orgasm seemed to just keep going and going, and she refused to move until it ended.

Carolyn returned, harness on, and moved to her still coming pet. Without warning, she slid the entire seven inch cock (not too big, not too small), deep in the pet's very wet pussy.

"Oh my," Mindy gasped, completely not expecting her pussy to be filled with a cock. A cock bigger than any she had ever fucked.




2 Mistresses: A Study in Seduction



"Time to get fucked, my pet," Carolyn said, as she went for the final kill of her seduction. She was already pretty confident that Mindy was hers, but showing her dominance and giving her pet multiple orgasms was her signature first night seduction.

"Oh God, yes, fuck me, Mistress," Mindy begged, as she learned that the fucking seemed to rekindle the pleasure that was fading away.

"Ever have multiple orgasms?" Carolyn asked, as she fucked her pet hard and deep.

"I don't think I ever had a real one before tonight, Mistress," Mindy admitted, still overwhelmed with pleasure.

Carolyn smiled. It wasn't the first time she had heard that. Many women didn't get off with men and many woman's self-exploring orgasms tended to be tremors not earthquakes.

"Let's see if we can fuck you to orgasm, my little girl," she said, repeating the motherly persona.

Mindy somehow got more turned on by the 'little girl' label. She liked the idea of being guided, being taught, of having the motherly figure which she never had, being raised by just her father.

She begged, her body again giving in completely to the pleasure, "Oh yes, Mommy, fuck your baby girl."

Carolyn smiled. Carolyn had no children, but saw Mindy instantly as the daughter she never had... albeit a daughter she planned to train to be a full time sexual submissive nonetheless. She kept the role playing going as she kept fucking her pet, loving the feeling of their bodies slamming into each other. "Mommy's going to make her baby girl very happy."

And for a few minutes there was just the sound of bodies slamming into each other and a young girl's increasingly loud moans.

"Oh Mommy, I'm coming again," Mindy declared. The cycle of pleasure spinning like a hamster wheel.

Mindy collapsed forward, the cock slipping out of her, her body shaking like a ten on the Richter scale.

Carolyn watched as her pet came again, as she took the harness off before moving to her pet and kissing her tenderly.

After a few minutes of sweet tenderness, Carolyn said, "Come on, baby girl, come join me in bed."

"Okay," Mindy nodded, the double orgasms finally seemingly done their journey. Yet, she felt so weak and tired, she wasn't sure she would be able to walk.

Carolyn saw the utter exhaustion of her newest pet and helped her up. She took Mindy's hand and led her to the bedroom. All of Maslow's hierarchy needs had been met for this lost girl and now she had been found.

Mindy followed, feeling a tranquility she couldn't ever recall feeling before. She was home.

SAMANTHA SUMMERS

Around the same time, a younger Mistress was on a plane to Paris to meet with one

of the top designers.

The younger Mistress was the polar opposite of Carolyn, a woman she had never met and didn't know at all... yet.

The younger Mistress used her beauty, money and aggression to get what she wanted.

Samantha was a ravenous redhead beauty, with exotic green eyes that seemed to hypnotize. She was also partly Irish which could be seen by her quick temper and 'it's my way or the highway' attitude.

Born into money, she was used to getting what she wanted and didn't take no for an answer.

She was ruthless and used a variety of manipulations to get what she wanted. Threats, blackmail and bribery were common when she didn't automatically get what she wanted.

She was also a complete lesbian.

She had no use for men and if she ever decided to have children, she would adopt. No way was she going to ruin her perfect body.

She was flying to the Paris store because she was told the dress she wanted, which she saw Pam Thomas, the new 'it' woman, wear at the Oscars was a one of a kind and she wanted something similar.

In first class, the only way she flew, she was being her usual demanding self as she decided she was going to have the flight attendant sexually please her.

Samantha enjoyed airplane sex and especially loved turning straight woman, especially older straight woman and even more so, married older straight woman.

At twenty-three she had been turning women for years... the first being her mother's best friend.

Since then, Samantha had seduced a woman every few days (give or take), minus those pesky few days every cycle, and had a collection of pets in dozens of cities. She also had a travelling assistant who was available for more than just the typical business duties. She rotated these women usually every few months. Her most recent assistant was a cop who pulled her over for going 90 miles per hour on the interstate, but ended up eating her pussy in the back of her police car.

Samantha always got what she wanted and at the moment what she wanted was to have the pretty stewardess, likely in her early thirties, munching her cunt.

Her assistant was in coach, a punishment for not answering her phone properly, so she had the front row to herself.

Once the plane was in the air, and the first drinks were served, Samantha slipped out of her five inch heels and moved her feet to rest on top of the arm rest in the aisle.

When the stewardess, wedding ring on hand, walked by, Samantha said, "I need a foot massage."

The stewardess, who had seen many things in her twelve years, especially the last two in first class, was only slightly surprised. She said, "Sorry, ma'am that is not one of the services we offer."

"Oh, that needs to change," Samantha said, as she looked at the name tag. "Christine."

Christine had been hit on many times on the plane, mostly by rich men, mostly married, but even a few women over the years. It seemed that the airplane was a pickup spot for the rich and horny.

Christine had rejected all the advances, including offers of money, jewelry and drugs.

As she looked at the woman, she couldn't deny that the passenger was incredibly beautiful, like she just stepped out of a magazine and exuded an aura that dripped power.

Christine responded, ignoring the woman's last words, "Is there anything else I can do for you, ma'am?"

"I already told you what I wanted," Samantha repeated, her gentle tone of the first request replaced by a terse one.

Christine sighed to herself. It was going to be a long flight. Hopefully, she would fall asleep. She repeated, "I'm sorry, ma'am, it is not something I am comfortable doing."

"I don't recall asking if you were comfortable doing it," Samantha sighed back. "And I don't appreciate the dramatic sigh. I am a paying customer in first class and I expect to be treated as such. Now massage my feet."

Christine glanced at the mostly empty small area for the rich and pretentious. Only three other passengers were in it. One was already asleep; one had her headphones on and was on her iPad doing whatever; the last one was watching with a 'What a bitch' look.

"Hurry up," Samantha demanded. "My feet are aching."

Christine thought to herself. 'Then don't wear five inch heels'. She answered, "Please, ma'am, what you're requesting is very unorthodox."

Samantha replied, "I like to think outside the box."

That barely made any sense to Christine, who finally figured the quicker she did this the quicker it would be over.

"Only for a minute," Christine finally said, as she bent down and massaged the young woman's foot, shame burning through her.

"Kneel down and use both hands," Samantha ordered, already looking forward to her mile high orgasm on the oblivious stewardess's face. She didn't know that once you submitted at all, the rest was inevitable.

Christine reluctantly obeyed, getting on her pantyhose clad knees and using both hands to give a deep foot massage... like she enjoyed receiving from her husband.

"That's better," Samantha nodded, as she began to read a magazine.

'She's reading a fucking magazine!' Christine thought to herself as she massaged the woman's ridiculously soft feet. How could she possibly get her feet that soft?

After a minute, Samantha ordered, moving the other foot to the woman while also allowing her dress to ride up enough to showcase her natural red bush to the pet-to-be.

Samantha didn't believe in shaving her pussy. She had it trimmed by her assistant every couple days, but the natural red patch was an alluring aspect of her sensuality. Plus, she had learned that it captured her exotic, unique pussy scent that seemed to be its own aphrodisiac. She learned at a young age, having half a dozen fellow classmates literally begging to lick her, that her pussy was somehow blessed. It apparently tasted different than other pussies; it smelt different than other pussies. It was the Mona Lisa, the David, the Catcher in the Rye of pussies... And usually one lick, one scent, and the women, straight, bi or gay always came crawling back for more.

Christine gasped as she got a glimpse of the young lady's red beaver. Who goes on a plane without underwear? At least wear hosiery if you are going to go commando.

Samantha saw Christine notice and explained, "I'm not a big fan of underwear."

"So I see," Christine said, as she subserviently took the other foot offered to her in her hand.

"Plus," Samantha added, foreshadowing her future plans rather bluntly, "it makes for easier access."

Christine didn't say anything, just focused on the task at hand, even as she couldn't completely get the red trimmed pussy out of her head.

After a couple of minutes, Samantha said, "That's good."

Christine stood up, even more annoyed there was no thank you. She shook her head and walked away.

Half an hour later, Christine did her next round. She started at the back, wanting to avoid the pretentious passenger as long as she could.

When the stewardess returned, looking nervous, Samantha noticed a run in the woman's pantyhose.

Samantha loathed pantyhose. They were a male invention to make women's life more inconvenient. She tanned regularly and couldn't fathom why she would disguise her perfect tan with fake uncomfortable colours. She liked to wear lingerie with vintage stockings on rare occasion, but generally she never wore them.

"I see you got a run in your pantyhose," Samantha said. "You should probably just take them off."

"Standard issue," Christine shrugged, as she noticed the run. She sighed, that was the second run this week. She admitted, "I'd rather not wear them."

"I understand," Samantha nodded. "They are uncomfortable, cumbersome and prevent access to the good stuff."

Christine thought maybe the young redhead was hitting on her earlier, but had concluded that she was likely just a diva doing diva things. A spoiled daughter to some rich dad that parented through money. Actually, Christine felt sorry for girls like that...'who didn't know what love really was and will likely continue the cycle of loveless family life when she had kids she didn't really look after or raise'. Yet, she laughed softly, as she decided to make it clear she didn't swing that way, although she did it with sexual innuendo, "The good stuff down there that I like, you don't have."

"Have you tasted from the other side?" Samantha asked. She had heard many women tell her they were straight only to have them begging to lick her moments later and always come back for more.

"Maybe," the stewardess shrugged. The truth was that she had, while drunk at a wild sorority night of truth and dare. She actually enjoyed it, but it was a one night thing and not something she had thought much about since she was married. On rare occasion, when hit on at work by a beautiful woman she would reminisce about that one time, but nothing more.

Seduction was a poker game, and Samantha could read faces and body language well. She responded, "I'm guessing once in high school."

"College, actually," Christine responded, before realizing she had said it.

"Well, I promise you that if you sampled my delicacy you would be forever changed," Samantha countered, a promise she could back with a hundred percent guarantee.

"I'll have to take your word on it," Christine said, knowing she had allowed this conversation to get way too personal. "Can I get you anything?"

Samantha nodded, "A glass of wine."

"Red or white?" Christine asked.

"Well, red of course," Samantha answered, her tone dripping with sexual innuendo, "Nothing tastes better than red wine."

Christine caught the innuendo and quipped, "I'm more of a rum or vodka drinker."

Samantha didn't respond, allowing the stewardess to think she won.

As soon as the stewardess left to get her drink, Samantha moved her fingers to her pussy and began slowly fingering herself. She didn't pull her slightly wet fingers out until Christine returned with the glass of wine.

Christine gasped as she witnessed the pretty young redhead masturbate. She had heard people masturbating many times; she saw hands under blankets many times; saw women giving head a few times; she saw guys fingering their women on occasion, and even a few couples having sex (although that was usually in the bathroom), but never someone blatantly doing it for her to see. And she was pretty confident she was meant to see it.

As the stewardess arrived and placed the wine down, Samantha kept fingering herself. She asked, "Want your tip?"

"We don't take tips," the suddenly rattled woman replied, somehow unable to take her eyes off the finger moving in and out of the red bush.

"Oh, I insist," Samantha smiled, as she pulled her fingers out of her wet pussy and moved her fingers up in the air. "Clean my fingers."

"Ma'am," Christine gasped, this aggressive behaviour shocking.

"Now!" Samantha ordered, standing up and shoving her two fingers in the stunned stewardess's open mouth.

Christine was paralyzed by shock as she found herself with pussy juice coated fingers in her mouth as she was finger-face fucked (was that even a real thing?) by the passenger.

"Enjoy the appetizer?" Samantha asked, as she pulled her fingers out, hinting at what she still had in mind for later.

Christine was stunned. The scent was oddly intoxicating and the taste was undeniably exotic and sweet. These feelings were conflicted with the anger that she had just been violated.

Confused and angry, Christine didn't answer, instead walking away. Samantha called out, "The taste is a lot better directly from the source."

Christine leaned against the wall. What was going on? Why was her pussy super wet? Why did she allow that to happen? Why did she just lick her lips to retrieve any last remnants of that unique taste? How was she going to avoid her for three more hours?

Samantha, meanwhile, kept her dress hiked up, her legs parted enough to give a glorious view of her honey box, as she texted Chloe:

Come see me slut!

Instantly Chloe responded:

Yes, Mistress.

Christine calmed down as she scolded herself for her behaviour. She was checking her phone messages when she saw the light flicker; the light that implied someone was coming from coach and into first class. This was usually a fellow stewardess, but on occasion some drunk or celebrity hunter.

She put her phone away and saw a blonde move beside the redhead. She sighed, 'What could this be about?'

Samantha ordered, "Slow licking, slut. This is just a sampling for you."

"Yes, Mistress," Chloe nodded, as she eagerly buried her face in her Mistress's pussy. She was a long way from the no nonsense police officer she had been six months ago. Back then she was engaged and talking about having children, even imagining being captain of a district one day. Now she was a personal servant to the bitchiest woman in the universe and yet she was always in constant need to have her approval. It was a complete contradiction to who she thought she was as a person... she now constantly craved her Mistress's pussy, a taste that was second to none.

Samantha parted her legs even wider and allowed her pet to please her, looking forward to the stewardess's reaction. She resumed reading as she heard the clicking of heels coming towards her.

Christine saw the heels on the floor first and instantly knew what was happening. Yet, she continued to go see for sure partly out of curiosity and partly out of her duty. Then she saw it; a blonde between the legs of the redhead. And she was definitely licking the redhead's pussy.

Samantha moaned, not looking up from her book, "Nice and slow, my slut."

"Yes, Mistress," Chloe replied between licks, even as she knew she was being watched. Originally, serving her Mistress in public was humiliating and stressful. Yet now, she didn't question it, instead she took every opportunity given to taste from perfection. She no longer knew humiliation, only serving.

Christine should have demanded they stop. Instead she watched with mixed feelings. She couldn't believe the gall of the passenger to do such a thing... to have no shame. Yet, she was impressed by her confidence and brazen personality... not caring what others thought. However, her job was to escort the coach passenger back to her seat.

Samantha glanced up and saw the confused face of her next prey. She had seen this look many times: the look of conflicting emotions. Sometimes Samantha would allow this to go on for a while, other times she cut right to the chase. This was a cut to the chase time.

She introduced her pet to her pet-to-be. "Christine, this is one of my sex slaves, Chloe."

Chloe looked up, her lips already wet with pussy perfection, and greeted as if she wasn't eating pussy in public, "Hi, Christine."

Christine was flabbergasted. Shocked by the casualness of both women. Shocked by the term 'sex slave'. Shocked at how beautiful the blonde was. She stammered, "Um, hi."

Chloe asked, knowing that is what her kinky Mistress would want, "Would you like to eat Mistress's pussy?"

Christine gasped, shock compounding shock as she heard the blunt question. The answer was obviously no, yet she couldn't help but look at the red hair and wet pussy of the sexy passenger.

Samantha said, "Chloe, tell Christine what you did for a living before becoming my personal pussy pleasing sex slave."

Chloe, used to sharing this, her Mistress enjoying showing her power, answered, "I was a police officer."

Christine was stunned. First, she had never seen a female police officer that was so hot, other than on cop television shows. Second, she couldn't fathom how a police officer would end up quitting her job to do this.

"Go back to your seat, slut," Samantha ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," Chloe stood up, and deciding to assist her Mistress in the seduction, kissed the pretty stewardess.

Christine didn't respond; she was unable to believe this beautiful woman was kissing her. Yet, her body responding faster than her mind, her mouth opened and allowed the sex slave's tongue to explore her mouth. Fire burning inside her loins; the intimacy of the kiss powerful. She began kissing back; the two tongues soon dancing together.

Samantha smiled both at her pet's aggressiveness and her pet-to-be's response.

Breaking the kiss, Chloe said, "You're so cute, ma'am." She then headed back to her seat with confidence, knowing she would be back in her Mistress's good graces.

Christine stood there paralyzed, her head spinning with her body's betrayal. She could also taste the passenger's pussy juice on her lips and in her mouth... a taste that she wanted to have more of.

"Come finish what Chloe started," Samantha ordered, her legs still spread open.

Christine remained paralyzed, now by indecision. Her mind was screaming no, but her body, heated up from what she had witnessed and the kiss she just had, was screaming yes just as loud.

"Everyone is asleep, my pet," Samantha pointed out, using the submissive term for the first time. "No one will ever know."

Christine glanced at her customers who were indeed all asleep.

"Now, Christine," Samantha ordered, seeing the indecision in the woman's eyes, sensing the inner battle she was fighting between moral responsibility and immoral lust.




2 Mistresses: A Study in Seduction



Christine stared at the inviting red bush. The pussy was glistening like a Christmas star of Bethlehem guiding the way.

Getting impatient, Samantha, not believing patience was a virtue, threatened, "Look, either get on your knees and get licking or I'll get Chloe back in here. This is a very limited time offer."

Christine knew she should walk away; she knew she should resist the growing temptation, but the allure of the pussy before her; the aura of the woman before her and the slight samples that had teased her taste buds said otherwise. Before she knew it, she lowered herself to her knees between the redhead's legs.

Samantha smiled, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her like it always did after a successful seduction. She watched the pretty older woman stare at her pussy, just inches away, one last moment of denial before the natural desire to obey took over.

Christine stared at the pussy. She wanted to lick it, to taste it, yet suddenly Jake, her husband, popped into her head. This is cheating. Yet, Jake, like every guy in the universe, would likely love to watch his wife with another woman.

Samantha sometimes allowed the pet to take her time before submitting, but she was horny; Chloe had gotten her revved up with her wicked tongue, and she wanted to get off. So she reached down, grabbed the stewardess's head and pulled it into her wetness. "Get licking, slut," she ordered, as she held the head firmly pressed against her pussy.

Christine was again surprised, yet overwhelmed by the strong, intoxicating scent that enveloped her. It was like being in a rose garden. She didn't even think about what she should do, she just did what came natural. She licked. And if the samples she tasted on the passenger's fingers, or the ex-cop's lips were an intriguing appetizer, well the entre was heaven on earth. She could feel fireworks on her taste buds as she parted the wet pussy lips.

Samantha held the woman in place, enjoying the tentative first licks. Knowing that the woman was having a transcending moment of clarity that would forever change who she was as a person. She knew her pussy did that. It wasn't a smug confidence, well, okay, it was, but it was also the truth, Her pussy was a magic wand, it transformed straight women into bisexual women or lesbian women. It also turned strong-willed feminists into eager submissive sex slaves who would do anything, sacrifice anything to taste from the Holy Grail of pussy again.

Samantha flashed back to some of her other conquests:

-Her principal, who was going to suspend her for having drugs in her locker and who ended up getting fisted on her desk and who at graduation gave her speech with a butt plug in her ass and a vibrating egg in her pussy (that Samantha turned on and off at will for her own personal entertainment).

-A church minister's wife she met at a baptism for a niece and ended up having serve her in the sanctuary, even as the wife begged the Lord for forgiveness when Samantha fucked her with a candle.

-A very famous ex-Disney pop star who ate her out before the encore, while fans waited impatiently for almost ten minutes.

-A governor who would regularly fly across the country or globe for a half hour fix of Samantha's pussy after first tasting it during an election campaign in a bathroom while security kept them alone. She then gave a speech with her face literally glistening with cum.

-Her mother, Samantha just walked in on her one morning a few days after her eighteenth birthday and straddled her face and ground on her stunned mother until she came.

Christine couldn't believe how amazing the pussy tasted. She wondered if all pussy tasted like this. She couldn't recall at all what the pussy she licked back in college tasted like other than pleasant. This was a lot more than pleasant. It was as if strawberries and blueberries merged and formed a new fruit.

Samantha, confident based on the eagerness of the stewardess's tongue, let go of her head and watched the new pussy pleaser lick.

Samantha pulled out her phone and began quietly filming, almost always having a video for every seduction which came in handy mostly for blackmail threats to keep things a secret, but also for posterity.

Christine was happy to be able to breathe better, the confined space a little intense, but she didn't stop licking. She was no longer being forced, she was continuing to lick of her own accord.

"You like my cunt, slut?" Samantha asked, always liking to make the chick licking her for the first time say it.

"Yes," Christine whispered, without stopping licking.

"Tell me how much," Samantha ordered.

"A lot," Christine answered, hating the humiliation the woman was adding to the already humiliating task. 'Why can't she just shut up and enjoy it?'

"Look at me," Samantha said.

Christine reluctantly did and saw she was being filmed. She begged, her eyes going big, "Please shut that off. I could lose my job."

"Be a good, obedient pussy munching slut and this video is just for me and my collection," Samantha said, only having to use such blackmail video on a couple of occasions in her life. Her pussy allure usually was enough to control her pets past and present.

"Please, I...." Christine begged, terrified of the consequences of her actions.

"Tell me what you want?" Samantha ordered, cutting her off and ignoring, as she usually did, the concerns of the pet.

"I need to get back to work," Christine said, beginning to stand.

Samantha pushed her back to the floor as she agreed, "Yes, you do. But answer the question first. Then you can finish your job as rug muncher and I won't have to send this video of you to a MILF website."

Defeated and fearing for her career and marriage if this video got out, Christine said, "I want to taste your cum."

"Take five licks," Samantha said. "I want to refocus you on what you really want."

Christine obeyed, the heavenly taste again, sending sparks through her being and beginning to forget the inherent risk of public humiliation that could follow.

"Now, beg for more," Samantha demanded. This was the moment she liked the most. When a woman begged to give her an orgasm. Even more when just minutes earlier the woman was adamant that she had no interest in licking pussy.

Christine stared at the pussy, licked her lips without thinking, and then looked up at the camera. She knew instantly the risk was worth the reward. She answered, looking into the camera, accepting her hunger to lick, acknowledging she was a temporary sex slave, "Please let your new sex slave lick your beautiful pussy. Come all over my lips and face and baptise me your slut."

Samantha smiled, liking the declaration. She had heard many over the years, but few quite like what she had just heard.

Samantha often made the new pussy pleaser beg two or three or more times, but happy with the answer and horny as hell, she said, "Go ahead slut, become the cunt lapper you were born to be."

Christine thought the words ludicrous, she wasn't born to lick pussy, yet as she leaned forward and resumed licking, it did indeed feel natural.

Samantha closed her eyes and enjoyed the woman's eager tongue.

Christine licked and probed with her tongue, as if searching in every nook and cranny for treats like a child on Easter morning. On occasion new bursts of flavour would hit her taste buds and create waves of pleasure through her own erogenous zones. She couldn't explain it, but her nipples were hard and her pussy was leaking.

Samantha was impressed with the woman's eagerness and almost archeologist-like approach to muff munching. Soon her orgasm was building and she moaned, "Don't stop, slut, the promised land is just a few licks away."

Christine heard the heavy breathing and then the woman's strange words and prepared for the pussy covenant.

"Yes, you slut, suck my clit," Samantha demanded.

Christine did and after a few more seconds she was rewarded for her hard work when the full flood of the Champaign of the Gods poured into her mouth. She kept licking, like a man who finds water after days in the desert. She kept licking, not wanting this moment of purity of sexual submission to end. She kept licking, wanting to savour the taste.

Samantha allowed her orgasm to course through her for a few minutes... her orgasms always intense and long.

Finally, Samantha said, amazed that the woman kept licking long after the cum had been earned, "If you want to be my slut again, you will text the number on the card I am about to give you within the next twenty-four hours thanking me for the privilege of serving me. The better the thank you, the more likely I will allow you to serve me again. If it is after twenty-four hours don't bother."

Christine was disappointed it was over. Yet, as Samantha talked, she quickly remembered where she was and what she was really supposed to be doing and stood up.

Samantha handed her her business card, pulled her skirt down and said, "Now that is what I call first class service."

"Thank you, ma'am," Christine said, unsure what else to say as she took the card.

"You're welcome, pussy muncher," Samantha said, as she returned to reading.

Humiliation again hit the stewardess at the name calling and the trivialness of the behaviour. She washed her face, after looking at herself in the mirror and seeing her make-up a mess. She then cursed herself for her weakness. She had willingly licked a passenger while on duty. Fuck! There was no way she was texting this woman. She wasn't going to do it again. She tossed the card in the garbage and returned to work.

Samantha drifted to sleep knowing the text would come. Not right away, but within the time allotted. At the moment the stewardess was questioning why she had done what she did. She was scolding herself for being weak. She felt guilty for what she'd done. Yet, in the end, she would make the text because even after all the reasons not to, she wouldn't be able to resist the possibility of tasting perfection again.

When the plane landed, Samantha said as she got off, "Thanks for the very personal care."

"You're welcome," Christine nodded, cheeks instantly burning red.

Once all the passengers were off the plane and Christine was doing her last tasks she began to think about the redhead passenger again... and her pussy. Next thing she knew, she was going through the bathroom garbage and pulling out the card.

Once back in her hotel room, she collapsed on the bed and fingered herself to an orgasm as she recalled her submission to a stranger.

Next day, as she prepared for the return flight to New York she looked at the card on the table.

Samantha was on her way to the lingerie shop when the text came. She smiled as she saw how she was addressed.

Mistress

Thank you so much for seeing a side of me that even I didn't know existed.

Thank you for allowing me the privilege to taste your sweet pussy and swallow your addicting cum.

Thank you for releasing the inner cunt munching, pussy pleasing, cum lapping lesbian side which I never took seriously.

Thank you for making me your sex slave.

Love, your eager slut Christine Panteen

Your wish is my command!

As Christine arrived at the airport, she checked her phone. No response. She wanted a response.

Samantha knew she would pay her a visit when she returned to New York. Having a woman with airline connections could have great dividends.

Of course, Samantha didn't immediately reply. She would wait for days or weeks before responding. She long ago learned that psychological manipulation only enhanced the complete servitude of a new slave.

Reaching the lingerie shop, Samantha entered with Chloe behind her and asked to see Scarlett LeBouf.

Scarlett, a short, large breasted brunette dressed in her own designer apparel, walked out a couple minutes later. She had researched Samantha Summers, like she did all her private appointments, and learned that she had a reputation for being difficult. She had even called a couple acquaintances and was warned she was not only difficult, but a sexual predator.

This didn't faze Scarlett, who was a lesbian and often enjoyed sex with the rich and famous. The world would be shocked at how many of the celebrities they admired were bisexual or complete lesbians. Eating pussy was about as common as drinking champagne while shopping. At her elite shop, behind the main store, was a back room for the women who could pay for it. And it was obvious, Samantha could pay for it.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," Scarlett greeted, offering her hand.

Samantha didn't greet back, instead saying, "I want the dress that you designed for Pam Thomas."

"As I stated to your assistant on the phone that isn't possible. It is a one of a kind design that has already been purchased by another client," Scarlett said, knowing that her one Mistress, out of all her lovers, Carolyn, already had it.

"Then get it back," Samantha said.

"That's not how it works," Scarlett explained.

"It does now," Samantha said, before adding, "Money is not an object."

"It usually isn't," Scarlett countered back, used to having rich, spoiled younger women trying to buy whatever they wanted.

Samantha sensed that the woman was already a lesbian and thus the seduction was not a viable option. Yet, her pussy was still a weapon to potentially get what she wanted. "Let's go and discuss this somewhere more private."

"Of course, ma'am," Scarlett nodded, curious if the woman was expecting the full treatment. The full treatment was a secret that only the very elite knew about. For the right price, you would get a personal fitting, a dress designed personally for you and an orgasm to go with it. For the rich, the more extravagant and the more taboo, the more exciting Scarlett had long learned. And the reality that she could live like a rich woman now by catering to even richer women was something she enjoyed.

Scarlett led her to the extravagant back room and asked, "Would you like to try on some of our newest designs?"

Samantha said, her tone implying her annoyance, "I already told you what I wanted."

"And I already told you that wasn't a possibility," Scarlett returned.

"Isn't the customer always right?" Samantha asked.

"When possible," Scarlett said, before adding, "even if I wanted to give you the dress I don't have it. It's in New York."

"Really?" Samantha asked, "And who has it?"

"That is confidential," Scarlett said, realizing she had slipped up.

Samantha snapped her fingers and Chloe immediately moved to her Mistress and unzipped the back of her dress.

Scarlett was impressed by the power of the domme, but she had seen similar power moves before.

As the dress was slid down Samantha's perfect body, she continued, "I understand there are fringe benefits for some of your top clients."

Scarlett couldn't deny the woman had a beautiful body, she also couldn't deny she was attracted to her. She answered, "We offer a wide range of services, ma'am."

"It's Mistress," Scarlett corrected, now standing in front of the woman naked.

Scarlett addressed the client as she wished and nodded, "Yes, Mistress."

"Do you do the fringe benefits?" Samantha asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Scarlett nodded. "I believe in being a very hands on owner."

"As do I," Samantha smiled, as she walked to the leather couch and sat down. "Come and give me the full treatment."

"You understand the full treatment includes a pre-purchased dress of your choosing or new design, and a pair of Elegance thigh high stockings or pantyhose, and a signed disclaimer that you will wear the Elegance nylons whenever you wear the dress," Scarlett explained. A business deal she made with Carolyn a couple of years ago was that all her dresses now came mandatory with the Elegance brand nylons.

"What?" Samantha scoffed.

"My dresses and Elegance nylons are in a partnership," Scarlett revealed. "My dresses are the best in the world and Elegance nylons are the best in the world, so we got together and started a new line for the classiest women in the world."

"You expect me to wear nylons with a dress because you have a deal with another company?" Samantha asked, finding this ludicrous.

Scarlett shrugged, "I don't expect anything from you, ma'am, I mean Mistress. What I am saying is that the nylons are an accessory of the dress that you must purchase to get the dress and a contract must be signed to promise to wear both when you are seen in public in my creations."

"And if I break it?" Samantha questioned, impressed by the strong will of this woman which made her more determined to win.

"Legal action," Scarlett said, not something she had ever had to use. The truth was the elite who wore her dresses liked the idea of the exclusiveness of it. They also loved, once they put them on, the sheer silk of the Elegance stockings.

Pam Thomas was on the cover of People magazine in the dress with matching heels and nylons. The biggest 'it' girl at the moment loved the nylons so much that when asked who she was wearing at the Oscars, she said 'the dress is by the amazing Scarlett LeBouf and the nylons, which are the silkiest sheer nylons in the world, are Elegance Stockings'.

Pam Thomas loved the nylons and bought 100 pairs in a variety of colours and began wearing them every time she was seen in public and even in the movies she starred in. When the owner of Elegance Stockings, Carolyn Adams, met with her and asked her to be the spokeswoman for the brand she agreed and was now on billboards around the world in them and in a half dozen sexy commercials.

Samantha scoffed. "It wouldn't stand up in court."

Scarlett shrugged, "I don't mean to sound pretentious or egocentric, but my dresses are the best; Elegance stockings are the best. Putting the two together was a natural next step. You must have seen Pam Thomas wearing the nylons in public."

Samantha had and wondered why she was always wearing them. Yet, now it made sense. "Bring me a pair," she ordered, curious what all the hoopla was about. Nylons were nylons and she had tried a few expensive pairs in the past.

Scarlett went to an intercom and said, "Trenna, please bring me a pair of mocha Elegance thigh high stockings."

"Yes, ma'am," Trenna responded.

Samantha asked, as she waited, "So are you wearing Elegance stockings?"

"Of course," Scarlett nodded. "It's the only brand I will wear."

"Let me feel them,' Samantha ordered.

Scarlett moved to the pretty woman, and put her foot on the couch beside her.

Samantha put her hands on the woman's legs. She was surprised. Indeed, they were super soft. She moved her hands up and down the leg and agreed, "They are soft."

"And sexy," Scarlett added, lifting up her dress enough to showcase the unique design of the lace top of the stocking.

"Indeed they are," Samantha nodded.

Treena, a voluptuous blonde, entered the room and walked over to her boss and Mistress. "Here you are, Ms. LeBouf."

"Thank you, Treena," Scarlett said, taking the package.

Scarlett moved her leg back down and opened the package.

Samatha asked, "Is Treena a part of the full package?"

"She can be," Scarlett nodded, before adding, "all employees are available for special treatments when requested."

"Get undressed, Treena," Samantha said, wanting to get back in control, realizing she had allowed the situation to be led by the designer, whose name she'd already forgotten.

"Yes, ma'am," Treena said. This didn't happen often, but it wasn't the first time either. Her voluptuous breasts often attracted the women who came here as she learned early in life that big breasts were a blessing and a curse. A curse because it meant she was treated like a sex object by men; a blessing because it had made her an alluring object of lust for many rich and famous women.




2 Mistresses: A Study in Seduction



Scarlett rolled up one stocking and said, "Could you please lift up your leg, Mistress?"

Samantha did, briefly looking down at the pretty woman who was on her knees and about to put the stocking on.

Treena's dress was off and now she was standing in her bra, panties (unfortunately it was that time of the month for her, otherwise she would not be wearing any) and thigh high stockings.

Samantha ordered, "Bra and panties too," as she glanced down to see the brunette slowly and carefully sliding the sheer nylon up her leg and to her thigh.

Treena unclasped her bra and revealed her large breasts, then explained, "Sorry, ma'am, but I need to keep my panties on for, ah, womanly reasons."

"Oh, of course," Samantha laughed, as she stared at the amazing tits.

"Other leg, please, Mistress," Scarlett asked.

Samantha didn't even look down as she switched legs. She asked Treena, "Do you eat cunt?"

"Yes, Mistress," the blonde bombshell answered, hearing her Mistress use the term 'Mistress' to the customer.

"Are you good at it?" Samantha asked.

"I believe so," Treena replied, knowing she was amazing at it, but not one to be arrogant. She was a submissive, not a dominant.

"Does she eat your pussy?" Samantha asked, looking down at the brunette whose hands were sliding up her calf at the moment.

"Of course," Scarlett nodded. "We are a very close business."

"Interesting," Samantha said, as the woman moved her hand to her thigh.

"Let me judge your ability, Treena," Samantha said, opening her legs wide.

"Yes, Mistress," Treena said, as Scarlett stood up and gave her employee and pet space to obey.

Treena moved into place and began licking, surprised to see the red bush. 99 percent of the women who came in here were completely shaved. She was also surprised by the subtle difference in taste from most pussies she pleased.

Samantha moaned and said, "So how do I get this dress?"

Scarlett repeated, "It was bought at auction for charity a week after the Oscars."

"Oh, by whom?" Samantha asked.

Scarlett said, realizing Samantha could google it and thus she wasn't really breaking confidentiality by telling her name said, "Carolyn Adams."

Samantha's face instantly paled. She asked, even though she had heard it clearly, "Did you say Carolyn Adams?"

"Yes, Mistress," Scarlett nodded, noticing the sudden change in demeanour of the woman.

Samantha grabbed the blonde's head and roughly held it deep in her pussy. She was suddenly furious. Carolyn Adams was a complete bitch. Carolyn Adams had stolen one of her pets, her most loyal pet, Carmen, from her a couple of years ago at a fundraiser for the SPCA. She had been pondering a way to get revenge ever since. She asked, "How well do you know Ms. Adams?"

Scarlett instantly knew something was up. She could see it in the woman's body language, hear it in her tone and sense it in her actions. Yet, confident that Mistress Carolyn could look after herself, she admitted, "She is the CEO of Elegance Stockings."

"Of course she is," Scarlett sighed. She had seen Carolyn as her arch enemy, her polar opposite. A Mistress who did things the old fashioned way. "So I can assume you are a pet of hers."

Scarlett didn't like where the conversation was going, already worried she had said too much. She answered, with a truth that didn't directly answer the question, "I have serviced her like I have many of my clients."

"I see," Samantha moaned, the blonde really working her pussy over. "I want the most expensive dress you have in stock."

Scarlett said, "That would be a gold dress with over five hundred diamonds and a price tag of over a million dollars."

"Bring it to me," Samantha said, money never an object.

"Of course, Mistress," Scarlett nodded, going to get it since her assistant was busy munching pussy.

Samantha closed her eyes, revenge on her mind. She was going to make the bitch crawl between her legs and beg to serve her. She wasn't sure how she was going to accomplish this yet, Carolyn was indeed a worthy adversary and not a typical seduction. She imagined Carolyn on her knees licking her pussy as her ex-pet Carmen was gang banged by men and impregnated as her punishment for her complete betrayal. She came quickly and was still recovering when Scarlett returned with the dress.

It was indeed beautiful and extravagant.

Samantha stood up and had the dress put on her. It fit almost perfectly, as if it was made for her in advance.

"Wow," the completely quiet until now Chloe said as she stared at her Mistress who suddenly looked like a royal princess. "You look amazing."

"Thank you my pet," Samantha nodded. "Big tits, go and please my assistant."

"Yes, Mistress," Treena obeyed, licking her lips to retrieve the last sweet remnants of the bitchy woman's pussy. A taste that was likely the best or second best she had ever tasted, Mistress Carolyn's being equally enthralling.

"Do you want to buy it?" Scarlett asked.

"Of course," she nodded.

"The mocha nylons are the perfect colour choice as well," Scarlett pointed out.

"I suppose they are," Samantha nodded, agreeing that the darker shade enhanced both her legs and the dress.

"I will get the contract ready then?" Scarlett said more as a question.

"Yes, please do," Samantha nodded, as she admired herself in the mirror, already thinking of ways of getting back at Carolyn.

Samantha paid for the dress, signed the agreement, bought three more pairs of the nylons, even though it killed her to give the money that would go back to Carolyn, made Scarlett give her a goodbye orgasm and headed back to the hotel.

As they got in the limo, she ordered, "Chloe, find out the next couple of week's itinerary

for Carolyn Adams."

"Of course, Mistress," Chloe nodded, not knowing who Carolyn was, but understanding clearly that her Mistress despised this woman.

Meanwhile, Scarlett texted Carolyn:

Are you awake?

We need to talk.

Carolyn was reading the paper, having her morning coffee and having her newest pet lick her pussy. It was the way she loved to enjoy the rare mornings when she had no morning meetings or engagements.

She looked at the text. This was unorthodox. She grabbed the phone and called Scarlett.

"Hi, my dear. What's up?" Carolyn asked.

Scarlett retold the entire encounter with Samantha Summers.

Once done listening, Carolyn said, "No, you didn't do anything wrong. I'll take care of it from here."

Hanging up, she smiled. Her live in maid and full time house pet back in New York was Carmen, a beautiful Latino who had the booty of Beyonce, the face of Jennifer Lopez and the breasts of Jennifer Love Hewitt. Carolyn had seduced her, taking her back to her hotel at a fundraiser a couple years ago unaware she was already collared by a Mistress. That said, like she always did, she gave her pet a choice. The pet chose her and had become her most loyal, hardworking submissive.

Samantha had threatened her the following week when Carmen chose to move in with her. It seemed to be an idle threat and she hadn't heard or even thought about the young wannabe Mistress since.

Yet, she couldn't help but think this coincidence would lead to more.

Of course, she revelled in the idea. She had defeated wannabe Mistresses before. And if it came down to it, she would again.

She returned to reading the paper, seeing a full page advertisement for the new Pam Thomas movie 'Kiss & Tell' in which the top of her lace stockings were in clear view. She couldn't help but smile at the impact Pam Thomas wearing her stockings had had on business.

She grabbed her IPad and google searched Samantha Summers, trying to recall what she even looked like. As she read about the young woman, she leaned back and allowed her newest pet, Mindy, to please her.

Carolyn smiled, both from the eager tongue of her eager pet who woke up this morning with no misgivings about last night's submission and also at the many tabloid stories of Samantha Summers.

As her orgasm built she had no doubt that the next little while was going to be interesting, very, very interesting.

THE END OF PART 1 Coming in 2016: Creating Submissives



Obedience In All



He had no idea how long he had sat there holding her hand. Time was gone. She lay so still. She looked so tiny. How often had he admired her body before and never noticed how small she really was? He closed his eyes and remembered her bound and squirming with anticipation, the sheen of arousal on her skin, her heady scent. All that was now masked by the hospital smells, the bandages, and the machines.

He had been angry at her early. He had been surprised to arrive home and not find her waiting. At first he counted the minutes, imagining her distress as she saw the time, knowing the punishment would increase for every five minutes she was late. At an hour late, he began to plan a suitable punishment. He was surprised by a knock on the door.

Grateful he was still dressed in his work clothes and not his leather clothing he answered the door. He was surprised to see a pair of police officers. The tall black officer looked uncomfortable to be there. His partner, a petite Hispanic woman did all the talking, "Are you William Henderson?"

"Yes," he kept his voice level and polite, his mind trying to find a reason for the officers at his door, "Can I help you."

The woman consulted her small pad of paper, "You are married to Marie Henderson?"

Coldness gripped at him deep inside, "Yes. Is there a problem?"

The black officer looked away, studying the street, unwilling or unable to make eye contact. The female officer had a sympathetic look on her face, "Perhaps we should come inside?"

And see the toys laid out? "No, please just tell me whatever it is you need to tell me." Will knew his voice was cold, but it did not matter. 

The woman looked at the man. He shrugged and continued his study of the neighborhood.

"Mr. Henderson, this afternoon, your wife was involved in a vehicular collision. A drunk driver hit her car. She was flown by helicopter to the trauma center downtown."

"Is--" he couldn't say it. He couldn't ask.

"She is in intensive care, Sir. Do you have a friend you can call?"

The ride to the hospital was a blur of streets, sympathetic comments from his friend, nurses and doctors. The sight of his precious Marie lying so still caused him a pain that had not left since. 

He had grabbed her hand and whispered to her, "Don't you dare leave me! Don't leave me!" over and over. 

An odd numbness mingled with the pain and it filled him now. How could he imagine life without her? When did the pleasure of her submission to him, become a total love on his part for her? He could not imagine not having her snuggled next to him at night, nor her childlike delight at simple things. Her joy and pleasure were life to him. 

"Don't leave me...."

He did not bother to blink back the tears, as he held her hand, his thumb caressing her hand. When was the last time he had told her in words that he loved her? This morning? Last night? Had it been days? Why hadn't he told her more often?

She often said it to him. She would be lying in his arms, still trembling from their play, her body glistening and marked from the lash, and she would look at him with that softness that melted him and whisper, "I love you."

"Don't leave me...."

Somewhere out there, a driver was looking at his car and wondering if the dent could be fixed, could they hide their hit and run. He wanted to hunt down this person and hurt them. But he could not leave her, his pet, his love, his wife.

He remembered the first time he saw her. She had been moving into the apartment above his on a hot June day. She wore a white tank top and jean shorts. Was it the way she moved or the irritated look she gave him as he blocked the hall? He couldn't remember now, but he did know that he loved her in the same moment. He could still see her, the soft curve of her breasts pushing against the thin tank top. He tried not to stare at the clearly outlined shape of her nipples.

"Do you plan to move or stand and stare all day with your mouth hanging open?" she stood with her hands on her hips, her head cocked in a way that belied the tone of her words.

His friends had teased him that the Don Juan has been snared. He would have given up the lifestyle for her, but it turned out he had not needed to do so. She had surprised him. He thought he had hidden the books and toys well, but somehow she had known. He thought he was just coming over for dinner. The living room was dim, lit only by what seemed to be hundreds of candles. On the coffee table was a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Make yourself comfortable," she had called from the kitchen, "I'll bring the food out in a moment.

He had opened the wine and poured, settling on the leather sofa completely unaware of her plan.

She came out of the kitchen carrying a plate. He stared at her in amazement and delight. She was completely naked. Her flawless skin shone in the candlelight. Soft shadows hid the cleft between her legs, teasing him more than any lingerie. Her breasts were perfect and the dark nipples were hard, showing her eagerness. 

With a playful smile, she knelt with a dancer's grace and offered up the plate, "Your food." It was statement and invitation.

He felt the Dom in him rise to the occasion and he lifted his eyebrows, "You don't always entertain this way, do you?"

"Only for you," there was no shy lowering of her eyes or any play at false submission. 

"And your reason for this?" he couldn't jump to conclusions.

"You didn't seem to take the other hints, so I offer myself to you this way, naked, open, willing to serve you," she looked at him with deep feeling.

"To serve me?" he wanted her to say it.

She gave a soft sigh, almost an irritated sigh, "I want you to be my Dom, my Top, my Master? Do I need to make it any more clear?"

He laughed and took the plate from her, putting it aside by the wine, "You have made yourself clear, Marie. But if I take you, you will be punished for the insolent tone of voice you just used."

She smiled impishly, "Do you think you are strong enough to keep me in line?"

He had his momentary doubts but he smiled wickedly at her and pulled her over his knees. He ran his hands over her smooth, firm ass and lifted his hand to spank her.

Now, her flawless skin was marked and bruised but not by him. Her playful spirit hidden by the careless actions of another.

"Don't leave me…"

He remembered their wedding. He was nervous and his best man almost had to tie him up to keep him there. He hated the formal setting, the tuxedo, the collection of family and friends all looking equally nervous or upset depending on the person. His first sight of her in the white gown and he knew he would never be able to leave her. She was more beautiful than ever. There was no one else but them.

"Do you take this woman?"

He had taken her months ago with the placement of a simple collar around her neck as she knelt at his feet. He had said vows to her then that he would always care for her, but he had not said then what he said now.

"For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, 'till death do us part."

He bit his lip, realizing he had not proclaimed before God and family that he loved her with every ounce of his heart. Why hadn't he done that? He had whispered it in her ear while she slept; he had thought he had shown her with his body. He needed more time. He needed to tell her. They were supposed to grow old together, not to be ripped apart.

"Don't leave me…"

She had obeyed his agonized command. To the doctor's amazement, she had lingered. Against hope, her heart still beat and she still breathed on her own. He knew he was being selfish, wanting to keep her when she must be in so much pain. There was no safe word for this. It was up to him to allow her release.

"Marie, what do you choose for your safe word?"

"I don't think we need one, Will. I trust you."

"I want you to have one," he played with a nipple while she lay spread and strapped to the bed, "I know you trust me, but there could be a time when I push you too far, when you are hurting in a way I cannot tell, I want to know that you have the option, a way of saying enough."

She moaned softly, aroused by his playing, aroused by the bonds, aroused because she knew he had a new flogger he wanted to use, "Fine, ummm… pumpkin. Is that okay?"

"Pumpkin it is then."

Pumpkin. Oh to hear her say it now.

"Don't leave me…"

"Mr. Henderson?" the doctor stood in the doorway looking serious.

He could not leave her; he held her cool hand in his and did nothing to hide the tears, "Yes?"

"Have you thought of what you would want to do if she takes a turn for the worse? Do you want us to resuscitate her if her heart should fail or put her on a ventilator if she should stop breathing?"

Will looked at her, barely breathing, so very still, so unlike the woman he loved. Marie was life and energy and sunshine.

"She wouldn't want that," he whispered.

The doctor made a noise of understanding and pushed a clipboard at him, "If you could sign this. It is a form indicating your wishes."

He signed. He wished she would wake up. Why didn't they have a form for that? 

He glanced at his watch and realized that it was almost dawn. He loved her at dawn. She was his sleepyhead, snuggling under the covers for another five minuets. He would give her ten minuets, an hour, anything to be there at home with her now.

"Don't leave me…"

She did not move, but he swore there was a soft moan from her. He could not bear to see her this way. He mouthed the word "pumpkin" and stroked her fingers. She couldn't say it. She couldn't beg for the release he knew she needed. Only he could.

"Rest my love," he whispered to her, "You have obeyed in all things, rest now, Pumpkin."

She made no response, no movement, no final words; but the monitors showed the slowed respirations and then a flat line. She had obeyed in all.



Obedience Program



The world comes alive before me. The ceiling is bare white, bright but not blinding. I sit up on the comfortable and gain my bearings. Between the bed, me, and the walls a few strides away, the room is empty. The floor feels cool, but not cold. Standing and stretching towards the ceiling, I don't even come close to reaching it.

"Hello?" 

My voice echoes hard against the wall in front of me and then fades into nothingness. I look around and begin to walk to a wall. Reaching out and touching the wall, it's cold and smooth. The smoothness continues all the way to a corner and onto the second wall. I stop in the middle of the wall and look back... and freeze solid. I take a stride back towards that wall, quick and cautious in one fluid movement. There is no more bed. It has been replaced by a single wooden chair. 

'Sit.'

The voice is sultry, but firm. Peering around I find no one else in the room, nor do I see any speakers. I move towards the chair, grabbing the back with my hand. The wood is a rich and dark oak with ornate carvings into the back and arms. Looking around a little more my puzzlement grows. There are no doors, no windows, and no vents. I ponder how I even got into the room for a brief second before pushing the thought from my mind. 

'Sit down.'

The sultriness in the voice is gone. The alluring tones are replaced by coldness...and it is unsettling. I slowly sit down on the chair. The seat of the chair is hard and cold, sending a shiver up my spine and into my neck. The wall on the other side of the room seems to gain a subtle pattern for a few seconds, a wave of sorts emanating from the center. My eyes blink... and in front of me stands a woman. I feel her piercing emerald eyes inspecting me while I gaze upon her. Long, chocolate brown hair and deeply red lips are the only other touches of color found. Pale skin is met by a strapless black dress at her chest. Black opera gloves cover her hands and forearms, and simple heels meet the floor. The contrast between the background and her is mesmerizing.

"He-"

'Welcome. Be still. You need not be worried.'

Her words are calming. I take a slow, deep breath and exhale...feeling tension leave my muscles. If I didn't know any better, I would say I felt compelled to be calm. I study her a little more. She hasn't moved an inch. Her gaze remains upon me, but detached at the same time. 

'Stand up.'

Her gaze follows me up until I am standing. She is just a touch shorter than I, but the difference in height is not enough to do more than point my eyes slightly down. I spy a hint of cleavage at the top of her dress, subtle and teasing. I feel my loins stir, stiffening against the silky fabric against my skin. The click of her heels approaching me draws my eyes back up and into her gaze, now fiery and in no way subtle. 

'Wandering eyes must be tamed.' 

Her scent is intoxicating. Hints of sweet citrus and floral notes intertwine and she stands in front of me. She points over my shoulder and I turn, instinctively. The chair is no longer there, it has been replaced by a padded wooden bench. I stand perplexed, again, at how things have changed without the means to. I take a step towards the bench and hear the click of a heel right behind me. Another step and I am right in front of the bench, with another click of the heel to remind me of her haunting words.  

'Strip and bend over the bench, putting your hands around the metal handles at the base.'

I reach towards my neck and find a simple zipper. Gently I tug the zipper down to my stomach. The silky fabric offers no resistance to gravity as it falls to the floor in a pile about my feet. I step in front of them and approach the bench with an anxious pit in my stomach. I lean over it, resting my spread knees on the lower pads and my torso against the upper part. As I stare intently on the floor in front of me, I become aware... for the first time... that I am extremely exposed and vulnerable. My hands feel clammy as they grip the cold handles. 

'Be still. Your taming begins now. Endure it and you have a reward.'

The still in the following seconds was filled with anxious tension. The silence is replaced by the sound of leather swinging through the air at great velocity. The crack of the leather against the center my rear tenses every muscle in my body. I inhale sharply at the strike, but I feel no urge to vocalize the pain just yet. I miss the sound of the second swing, but the leather did not miss me. The strap lands just slightly lower than the last, allowing no time for the nerves to relax. My muscles tense up further than I thought possible as I grit my teeth. The third fall of the strap falls directly over where the previous two had struck. My hands grip the metal handles hard as a gasp betrays my pain. 

'Good. You can obey. But you are not yet broken.'

Without pause the strap lands true again and the fiery sting spreading further across by ass. My mind races to find a calmer place, but is cut off abruptly by the strap's wrath. A small cry escapes my mouth as I begin to struggle against the bench. There is nothing holding me here, but I find that escape is impossible. Leather meets flesh with a thunderous clap, as if it were annoyed at my want to get away. Another small cry leaves my mouth and lingers in the room. In the brief still I can feel welts in their infancy on my cheeks, targets for the strap. 

'Accept what is happening. Be tamed and rewarded.'

The words resonate within my mind. They sound comforting, inviting even. My body relaxes slightly, but the strap took offense to that as it squarely impacts the welts. My mouth could not stop the escape of a scream. My body tenses up once again in anticipation of another fall of the strap, only to be disappointed by the still. I relax and breathe again, and nearly instantly the strap lands. A yell makes its way from my gut into the hollowness of the room. It echoes for a second as my body recoils from the straps' impact. A deep breath as I stare at the blurry floor, wondering if it was just the pain causing my misty eyes. The answer was delayed as the strap finds another set of welts. A scream, primal and raw, broke free and fills the room. My muscles try to tense once more, but find it impossible to retain and simply gave in. 

'Good. Your body is accepting. Your mind will soon follow.'

The clicking of heels moves from my side to right in front of my face. Her scent fills my nostrils and calms my very soul. The touch of silk lifts my chin slightly to see the play of her black dress, the swing of her pale breasts, and the void between them. The spectacle stirs me to tense again as her face comes into view. Her lips are impassive, if not a little detached. Slowly her eyes meet mine, locking gaze for an eternal few seconds. 

'Mental taming will begin. Endure and you shall be released.'

Throbbing welts took most of my brain's attention as my view went back to a blank wall and floor. The citrus and floral scent, however, lingered in her wake. I inhaled deeply and drank it in, and for a brief second I was completely relaxed. My relaxation was interrupted by the liquid-silk sensation around my groin. My head strained to look, but could only see the bench below my torso. The liquid seemingly grows out, slowly enveloping my balls...my shaft... and the head. I could feel the electric tingle of nerves firing in all the right ways. Pure bliss envelopes me as pleasurable chemicals dull and gradually replaces the pain from my cheeks. I buck my hips as instinct takes over... and every last drop of pleasure is swiftly replaced as the strap lands harder than before in the center of my ass. 

'Be still.'

Her voice nearly pierces over the echo of strap. There is a tone of disappointment in her words and I feel slightly deflated for having failed her. The sting of the strap subsides slowly as the feel of the liquid silk once again expands and overtakes. My mind races to accept the firing of nerves, trying to blot out as best it can the soreness not too far removed. Smooth sliding, gentle pressure, a subtle twist all driving primal urges. A deep moan fills the room as I do my best to ignore them, to push away the deep programmed instinct to drive my hips and take advantage of it all. The sensations increase in intensity, the sliding and twisting and pressure all becoming less ethereal and more forceful, practically begging to be utilized. I fight, not to avoid the strap, but to avoid hearing that tone again... But the temptation is just too strong. I moan loudly as I try to move my hips again. But nearly instantly the strap finds a tender spot and strikes with the vengeance of an angry god.

'Be still!'

My cry nearly drowns out her words, now filled with anger that pierces down to my very core. My body begins to relax from the last precision strike of the leather. The cold from the floor begins to radiate up through my legs, but is fought back by the burning skin and welts. I command my lungs to take in a slow breath to try and try to focus on being still. But a shot of pure ecstasy racing over and past the head of my penis does its best to make stillness unobtainable. I fight the urge to move, to even think about enjoying the silky motions moving down my shaft and tugging gently on my balls. My eyes roll back momentarily and a moan betrays my enjoyment and in the haze I find myself almost thrusting forward. But I clear the haze of pleasure and fight the instinct. The liquid sheath fights back, increasing the pressure and intensity of its motions. The struggle continues for what feels like an eternity before the liquid-silk begins to win. I feel a building pressure from deep within... it's so close... just one little motion and I would have blissful release. But I resist, not fearing the strap, but fearing that I would disappoint her again. The twisting and tugging turn nearly torturous as they invite me to just join in with their dance, begging me to surrender to them and their motions. I whimper as I fight the very fiber of my being... for her. 

///

She rubs her eyes as the monitor's glow has begun to become tiresome, even though the spectacle played out on it is far from. A coffee cup appears next to her as her partner comes back and sits in the chair next to her. 

"Wow, past phase one on the first attempt." She regards the readouts on the screen, tapping the 8 below 'Denial Level'. "Hope he hasn't been like that too long."

"About 30 minutes." Grabbing her coffee cup and taking a sip, she finds the tea inside perfectly prepared. "I think I'll leave him like this for a while; should make for a good test. But in the meantime, I think you should pay up on your lost bet." A sly grin moves across her face and her emerald eyes gaze lustily at her partner. 

"Fine. Just don't use the strap..." A worried glance shoots towards the corner of the room where the form of a man lays encased in a skin tight suit. Wires protrude, congregate, and run back towards the computers they both sit at. "Sure he'll be okay by himself for a while?"

A double tap on the screen increases the 'Denial Level' to 10. "He'll be fine. He's come this far. Plus, she'll take good care of him until we get back." She picks up her tea in one hand and a small tablet in the other. "Let's go, your ass has got a date with a paddle, and your tongue has a date with my clit."



Obedience Training



June 10, 2008

That was the last time she would laugh like that. When her Master looked her straight in the eye and told her to be quiet, she laughed. Not because she thought it was funny, but because it was one of those moments where she knew laughter wasn't appropriate. 

He had turned so quickly. One minute they were joking around, then like a snap of the finger his tone changed and he was telling her to be quiet-testing her obedience. It was a nervous laugh, like during a funeral or when your best friend tells you she has cancer. You don't want to laugh, but your body turns a nervous reaction into uncontrollable chuckles that become worse the more they are stifled. She bit the inside of her lip trying to control the giggles from escaping. Her eyes began watering and her face was turning purple. She knew the punishment would be severe for losing control and disrespecting her Master by laughing in his stern, not amused face. But the more he stared at her, the darker his expression became, the more nervous she got and the urge to bust strengthened. 

And she did.

She held one hand on her belly while the other waved in front of her, aiding her apology. She choked out "I'm sorrys," in between breaths-embarrassed and scared for the inevitable unknown.

Her Master walked away angrily to leave her in her hysterics. By the time he returned she had composed herself to short hiccups. She was too ashamed to look at him. He pulled her to her feet by her hair and slapped her hard across the face. She stared back at him, mouth agape and stunned, but knowing it was well deserved.

***

That was three hours ago and the hundredth time she had replayed the scenario in her head. She was now opened, clamped and stuffed in every way possible, exploiting the depths of her humiliation. Her pretty silver day collar had been replaced by the one of thick black leather. Her cuffed wrists were secured to the D-ring behind her neck. She was on her knees, flat-backed on the hard wooden table, her middle supported by a leather strap attached to the ceiling. A ball gag fit snugly between her teeth and it was held in place by a leather strap which buckled behind her head and was also hooked to a strap in the ceiling, forcing her chin up. Her nipples were clamped tighter than usual and fixed to another clamp that tugged at her labial lips. An evil weight hung at the apex of the chains, pulling painfully at each area. Her ankles were locked to a spreader bar, making it impossible to squirm and her orifices completely vulnerable to the egg in her pussy and the plug harnessed inside her asshole.

The position was not meant for pleasure. This was extreme punishment, yet she still ached for his cock and felt the burning need for an orgasm.

Every fifteen minutes, He came into the room to torment her in some way. The black cane in one hand, he walked around her asking if she still thought he was so damn funny. He asked her if she was amused to be bound in such a way, because he definitely was.

He relished in seeing her so helpless. He loved her quiet moans as he whipped her with her most feared punishment tool and her pleading eyes that begged for release. He flicked the chain that imprisoned her nipples and clitoris, making her attempt to squirm from the pain. He could see the wetness between her legs becoming more and more apparent as he tortured her.

He licked two fingers and found her pulsing clitoris. He especially enjoyed teasing her during this punishment because this time he would not allow her to cum. He lightly pinched her clit then rubbed his fingers in quick circles until he felt her body tense. He promptly removed his fingers and whacked her hard on the ass before returning to the living room.

Each smack on her ass made her more aware of the plug that penetrated her. She couldn't fathom the thought of enduring his fingers against her clit anymore when every sensitive part of her body was flooded with a cruel mix of pain and pleasure. She knew that cumming was out of the question. Besides, the ball gag prohibited her from asking permission. She deserved this humiliating punishment because for her Master's amusement since she had been so foolishly amused by his request for silence. She knew she would stay in this position all night if she had to -- not that she had the choice -- to prove her obedience and loyalty to him.

When he returned, her pussy immediately moistened. He filled a bowl of water and released the strap that held her head upright. He placed the bowl in front of her and she began lapping up the water. She was grateful for the refreshment since her mouth was completely dry from having been gagged for so long. When the bowl was empty she kept her head and eyes down and waited for instruction.

She shivered when she felt the tip of his hard cock pressing at her lips. She opened her mouth to receive him and choked as filled her throat with his powerful sex. He gripped her head with his hands and rammed into her mouth with all his force, pushing faster and harder with her every gag.

She could feel his approaching climax -- his engorged cock swelling in her mouth. As he fucked her mouth, the dildos inside her other holes shifted. That, along with the agony of having her clit brought so close to orgasm several times, threw her head in a whirlwind. She was lost in a sea of emotions and feelings and senses -- her entire body on the verge of explosion.

He started to groan and his body clenched and she eagerly awaited the reward of his hot cum soothing her throat. In one swift motion, he jerked out of her mouth, pushed her head to the table and held her down by the ring in her collar. His other hand violently pulled the chains that clamped her nipples and lower lips. Her nipples seared at the release. Warm cum spilled over her back as she cried over and over again, "Thank you, Master! Thank you for your cum!" 

He yanked her head back up to meet his cock so she could kiss it in appreciation. When she stuck her tongue out to lick his head, desperately trying to taste his cum, he pushed her back down. She knew better than that and regretted her action immediately. 

"For that," He said, "Your asshole will remain stuffed all night so you are better prepared for what's in store for you tomorrow." He quickly stuck two fingers inside her pussy to remove the egg, leaving her pulsing and begging for fulfillment. His cum dried on her back as he tightened the harness, forcing the plug deeper inside her ass. He unlocked her ankles and freed the rest of her shaking body. Her asshole felt stretched and full.

He hurried her into bed with another whack of the cane and told her to hold her hands above her head. As she lay there in the dark, breathing heavy from the punishing binds and lashes, she thought about the next day and how her punishment was not yet over. She no longer felt the urge to laugh. Instead, her nerves caused her pussy to tingle even though she knew that it would not be her pussy that would be satisfied in the morning. 



Obedience Training



His Mistress locked his cock cage and then his blindfold. His hands had been bound and chained above his head so most of his weight was taken on his arms. Before having him blindfolded and chained up she had had him fuck her to orgasm twice and then rewarded him as she often did when she was especially pleased with him by letting him jerk himself off into his hands and lick himself clean. She always enjoyed his mixed excitement and humiliation. She had called in her Enforcer to watch, who had laughed contemptuously to see him work himself frantically then gratefully eat his own come. The Enforcer showed her disdain by her roughness as she pulled his arms above his head and tightened the chains. "He certainly doesn't have much staying power, does he?" she said to his Mistress as he blushed. "Oh, not so bad," said his Mistress, "It's just that if I get bored I stop him before he has a chance to come, and sometimes I get bored very quickly."

Once she had locked him up his Mistress kissed him on the lips, ran her hands over his stomach and his cock in its cage and murmured "Remember I love you. Be good." 

"It doesn't matter if he is good or not - he has no choice but to learn," the Enforcer said as the door closed, leaving him alone.

By the time the Enforcer came back after her final talk with his Mistress, his arms were aching. "She has gone," she said, "I have you now and I've told her I will call when I think you are ready. She has taken your keys with her so even if I wanted to take off your cage or your blindfold I can't. You won't be seeing anything or coming until I call her and I won't be calling her until I really want to. I'm looking forward to this. First of all, I'm going to see how much pain I can cause you with my strap, just so I get to know you and then I'll be seeing how you can use your tongue."

The Enforcer secured his feet to the floor then moved away across the room. He heard the rustle of clothes and the sound of something being taken off the rack on the wall -- the strap. Before beginning the beating she ran the strap over his arse and stomach making the muscles tense. She held it up to his mouth and said "Kiss it. I'm going to teach you to worship my strap and beg me to beat you with it."

As soon as the first blow hit his arse he could feel her strength. The leather was hard enough to burn like fire where it hit and flexible enough for the end to flick round and bite his flanks. He had hoped that he would be able to stay silent whatever she gave him, to recover from her earlier contempt, but he knew he would not be able to hold out for long. He focused on the pleasure he knew his Mistress got from watching him being beaten but it was too hard. As the strap began to burn into his thighs and back he started to cry under his blindfold. Soon he was begging the Enforcer to gag him.

Eventually she stopped and walked around in front of him. She stepped up close and pressed herself against him. He realised then that she had taken off her top as he felt her breasts against his chest. He felt that she was sweating a little and breathing deeply. She stood there for some time as he felt the contrasting sensations of the burning pain of his back and thighs and the pleasure of her breasts moving against him. She reached down and felt his balls and his cock through the cage. He was starting to get hard. "Foolish boy," she said, "How can you lick my cunt if I gag you? And are you enjoying this? I think you might be. Now shut up, I don't want a sound from you unless you want to beg me to beat you more." 

She gave his balls a squeeze that made him gasp even through the pain left from his beating and pulled away from him to start hitting him again. He held out longer than before but soon he was crying and begging her to stop. She let him shout for a while then let the strap fall and walked around in front of him to again press her breasts against his chest.

He was not sure if the sweating and panting was more from him or her but the movement of her breasts against his chest soon had him straining against his cage. If it had been his Mistress he knew she would have unlocked him now to pleasure her and maybe rewarded him again, but she was far away and the key to the cage was with her. Whatever happened here there would be no reward. He was brought back to the present by her Enforcer. "Mmm," she said, "This is going to be difficult. I asked you to be quiet but we will have to deal with that later. For now you can scream so long as you don't make any words -- unless, that is, you want to ask for more." 

She stared beating him again, this time hitting him on the front of his thighs and his stomach as well as his back. She was slowly walking around him hitting him at will and each stroke made him jerk in his bonds and scream. The beating went on and on. All he could think about was the pain that his Mistress was putting him through and the fear that if he could not satisfy this terrible enforcer he would not feel his Mistress for days. His need to see his Mistress overcame his fear of the pain of the strap. He started to beg to be beaten. "What was that, slave?" the Enforcer said, stopping, "You want me to hit you some more? Excellent -- I will. Keep begging!" She started in again, hitting him harder and harder as he kept screaming at her to beat him, frantically begging, "Please please, beat me," until he was close to fainting. 

The beating finally stopped and this time the pain in his body was too much for him to ignore as she rubbed her breasts, now wet with sweat, against him and fondled his balls. His cock lay completely still.

"Good" she said feeling him soft through the cage, "We know your limits." She untied his feet and lowered the chain to unhook the cuffs and lock his hands behind his back. He fell to the floor and lay there while he heard her wiping herself down and taking a drink. 

"Up," she said taking him by the hair and making him crawl after her. He felt her sit down in front of him then she pulled him into her crotch by the hair. He knew then that she had been beating him completely naked. "Here," she said, "Let's see what you can do. If it's not up to it you'll get some more of my strap." 

As she pressed his face between her thighs he felt her wetness, which must have started some time ago while she was still beating him. The stickiness covered his cheeks and lips and he obediently opened his mouth and began using his tongue in the way he had been taught by his Mistress. 

He felt the Enforcer tense as he worked at licking her labia and clitoris, slowly then faster from one to the other, occasionally sucking then flicking his tongue across the most sensitive flesh. As she gave a small gasp he felt his cock begin to stir in its cage despite the continuing burning across his body, reminding him of how pleasure and pain combined when he served his Mistress. 

Even though he could not see her, the Enforcer was clearly enjoying herself. He stopped briefly to catch his breath and she quickly pulled his face back into her cunt. "Keep working, I didn't tell you to stop yet," she ordered hoarsely. 

Almost off balance and helpless with his hands secured behind his back he felt his fingers twitching as they remembered how much his Mistress liked to be stroked and gently penetrated while he licked her, and how she liked his hands to pinch her nipples until she came. He felt pain in his cock as it strained against the cage, and knew that it was starting to dribble with the pre-come that his mistress loved. 

By now the Enforcer had opened her legs wider and was writhing in a way that he knew meant she would orgasm soon if he kept up his tonguing. A mix of her fluids and his saliva ran down his face and neck and he felt it in the hair of his chest. "Good, good, keep working like that and I might go easy on you later," she said. 

The pain from his cock which was now as hard as it could get inside the cage kept him focused on his task. Suddenly she drew back, and he sat bewildered in the dark. Then he understood what she wanted, as he felt her breasts again but this time in his face. "Treat them nicely now, no biting," she said, as he opened his mouth to first one nipple, then the other. He sucked firmly on the nipples, which were bigger than his Mistress's but responded in the same way. He let his teeth brush against them and heard the enforcer moan. At this point he knew his Mistress would want to be fucked. 

The Enforcer pushed him back down to her crotch and he started back on her labia and clitoris with his tongue until again she was right on the edge of orgasm. Just as he was sure she was about to come he was abruptly pushed away and he felt her get up and walk away. Soon she was back and forcing something into his mouth. He realized it was a penis gag and she was going to make him fuck her with the thing in his mouth. His Mistress had made him use one on her occasionally but she had always taken it out and had him finish her off with his tongue after a while. He knew the Enforcer was going to work him until she came on the fake penis. Once the gag was buckled on he felt her rubbing it with lube. His cock throbbed as he imagined how his Mistress spread lube on him before letting him fuck her. 

The Enforcer took him by the hair and eased the fake penis on his gag into her. Once it was in she used the hand in his hair to slide it slowly in and out of her and began rubbing her clitoris with the fingers of her other hand. He was fucking her but playing no part in it and getting no pleasure. He knew the Enforcer was enjoying his humiliating position kneeling between her legs with the penis forced into his mouth fucking her while his own cock strained uselessly against its cage, dribbling pre-come. He wondered if his Mistress would take so much pleasure from the picture.

Soon she was writhing on the cock, pulling his head back and forth so quickly that it hurt, and she came in one huge shuddering rush, her cries almost screams. She held him in her cunt until it was completely over and then pushed him away to lie on the floor. Without saying anything she got up from her chair and he heard her dressing on the other side of the room.

She came over and straddled him, he could feel her boots on either side of him. Then she sat down on him with her full weight as she undid his gag and leaned over to lick his ear. "Not bad at all," she said, "She's soft on you but she's got your tongue well trained. I bet she'd let you come now for being such a good boy, but we can't do that can we? So you can just lie there for a while and imagine yourself screaming under my strap again if you hadn't pleased me, because that is all the reward you will get tonight. 

"It's a shame I can't let you see because otherwise you could look around at some of the things I've got to torture your poor nipples and your cock and balls. As it is you'll just have to use your imagination." Then she cuffed his ankles together and joined them to his hands in a hog tie and left him to his thoughts.

Some time later he woke to the sound of the door being opened, and what he thought was more than just the Enforcer entering the room. "There it is, just where I left him," he heard her say. "A very sweet little tongue on him too," and his hands were freed from his ankles.

Suddenly he was roughly hauled up by someone much stronger than the Enforcer and dragged across the room to a heavy duty spanking bench. A large hand pushed his head over one end, leaving his bum exposed to the air.

"Enjoyed your time alone daydreaming have you slave?" the Enforcer asked, her voice sweetly sarcastic. "Well here is something to wake you up," and at that she began hitting his arse with what felt like a cane. He heard it swishing through the air before it connected with his skin, sending burning pain through his already bruised flesh. 

He couldn't help but start shrieking immediately, as each flick of the cane cut into him more painfully than before. "I am going to have to shut you up, so I can concentrate on giving you what you deserve," the Enforcer shouted. 

Two large hands grabbed hold of his head and what felt like a big, erect penis was shoved into his face. "Now that you are here with me, you have to do whatever I say. And I want you to suck that cock and enjoy it." With each word the Enforcer gave his arse an extra hard whack.

There was nothing he could do but obey her orders. He trembled in pain and fear of what would happen if he refused to do this, thinking of his exposed bum and helpless position. The Enforcer was determined to humiliate him alright. He thought about all the ways he would show his Mistress his appreciation when she finally reclaimed him. A tear ran down his face as he pictured her cunt waiting for him.

"Get on with it, you worm. Stop wasting time." The Enforcer pulled his ears cruelly and pushed his face against the waiting cock. He opened his mouth and started licking, carefully at first but the cock was soon pushed deep into his throat, making him gag. 

"You stupid pussy! Suck that cock properly or I will tell your Mistress how useless and badly behaved you have been." He obliged, and as he relaxed a little, letting the cock slide in and out of his mouth, now more slippery with his saliva, she started to stroke his bum and balls from behind.

"Good. That isn't so bad is it?" she said, and pushed a finger into his arse. The big cock was now driving into his mouth fucking him hard, the big hands holding his head steady. The Enforcer took her finger out of him and soon it was replaced by something larger -- she started fucking him with a dildo. "There," she said "that is how you fuck someone. I saw you eat your own measly come for your Mistress, now you'll eat the real thing for me!" She left the dildo in his arse and he felt her hands on his face as she started to masturbate the cock with the end still in his mouth. Soon the cock was getting frantic as it pushed into his mouth sometimes with her fingers around it. He knew it would come soon and he tried to pull his head away and started to choke.  

"Bad boy! Relax, your Mistress will enjoy hearing how your mouth got a good fucking. Just think if it as her special dildo," she laughed. To the man with her she said, "Hold still a moment, I don't want you to squirt it all down the back of his throat -- I want him to feel it in his mouth. Hold his mouth open for me." The big hands forced his mouth open with the cock just touching his lips. The Enforcer gave a few more strokes and the cock started to spray come into his mouth. "Ah," she said, "Look at that. I bet you wish that was your cock coming now. Don't you dare swallow until I tell you." She waited until the cock was completely empty then held his mouth closed. The come tasted different to his own, stronger and more salty. "Swallow" she said. 

The big hands and the cock were gone, there was only his humiliation in front of the Enforcer and he knew why his Mistress needed her to train him: his Mistress could never be so cruel but she loved to see him completely in her control.

When the Enforcer had finished with him she clipped a lead on his collar, got him off the spanking bench and led him down to her dungeon for the night. She pushed him into the shower. His Mistress would have carefully washed him down in warm water looking after any wounds she had caused and admiring the marks. The enforcer just bundled him in and rinsed him down with water so cold it took his breath away. Once the shock was over though the water felt good on the inflamed weals from her strap and cane.

She pulled him out and roughly rubbed him down with a towel, ignoring his struggles as it hurt his bruises. She led him into another room and had him sit on a narrow bed. "Now, I need you to get some rest but I don't want to waste all this time. I'm going to make it uncomfortable for you so you don't sleep well and have a chance to think. And I'm also going to send my friend down later to introduce you to my favorite crop, now that you've had my favourite cock from him -- and if you didn't like what the cock, you're going to beg for it again after you've felt what the crop can do. I don't want your screaming to wake us all up and so you'll be gagged"

She pushed a ball gag into his mouth. It was big enough to stretch his jaw. His hands were still locked behind his back and she leaned over him to tie his elbows together. She ended up with a knee either side of him on the bed, almost sitting on his lap her breasts pressed into his face as she reached over him. Once his elbows were bound together she got off him and pushed him down on the bed so he was lying on his side. She pulled up one of his feet and tied that to the rope from his elbows so that he couldn't straighten his leg. 

"There," she said, "Don't worry, we'll keep looking in on you to make sure you don't choke, we don't want you to miss the fun tomorrow." She sat down next to him and ran her hands gently over his stomach and thighs and fondled his balls. "I'd like to get that cage off you to have a bit of a play but we'll have to see what we can do." She carried on stroking him, tweaking his nipples and putting her tongue in his ear. She licked her fingers and rubbed his glans through the cage. When his cock was so hard in the cage it hurt and dribbling pre-come she stood up and left him. As she went she reminded him of his date with her favourite crop.

His Mistress sometimes let him sleep in her bed when she didn't keep him tied on the floor at its foot. When he slept with her he was free except for his collar and cage. She liked him to hold her in his arms. Lying there with his cock as hard as the cage would allow he thought of the times she had woken him by taking off his cage to have him fuck her. Sometimes he would get his reward and sometimes he would get locked straight away again. Once and only once he had come without permission - fortunately on the sheets and not in her. She had made him change the sheets and locked him in his box. The next morning was the first time he had met her Enforcer. His back burned at the memory along with his new wounds and his cock and balls ached. 

He thought further back to when he first knew his Mistress. He had always been attracted to her at his work by her quiet but strong personality. When he changed jobs they kept on seeing each other for coffee and finally she asked him home. From the beginning she was demanding but he found he liked that. They started talking about their fantasies - hers were always dominant and soon his were always submissive. Slowly their sex became more complex and sado-masochistic as they began to act the fantasies out.

Then, one remarkable day, they went out for lunch and she asked him to be her slave, to live with her and serve only her, whatever she asked. When he said yes, she gave him his collar and he locked it around his neck straight away. He finally admitted to himself that he was deeply in love with this woman and he was about to fulfill all his fantasies at her hand. Remembering that afternoon, he started to drift off to sleep despite his awkward position and the way his cock cage dug into him. He was dreaming of the times when she had taken him in her hands and whispered to him and stroked him until he was hard enough to serve her.

As he dozed he had rolled partly on his back to stop his cage digging into him and now the discomfort from the way his arms had been bound was waking him up. As his dream of his Mistress faded he found the soft voices and the gentle hands on his cock were real. Two people were sitting either side of him and playing with his cock cage. He tensed, sure any minute they would stand and start in with the crop. "There, I told you he'd wake up, She ties them like that so they don't get comfortable," he heard a soft voice say. "You are sure it wasn't just us playing with his cock?" another said. He relaxed, these people didn't sound threatening. He could feel the softness of satin against him and smelt the musky smell of cheap perfume and knew it was two of the Enforcers' professional girls. "You awake?" said the first girl. He tried to say yes, forgetting the gag. The other girl laughed, "Pussy," she said, "You've got yourself into all sorts of trouble here." 




Obedience Training



"You OK?" said the first girl and stroked his cheek. He nodded. "She sent us down to see if you are alright. We can't take the gag out or anything, She won't let us."

"If we could I'd have your Pussy tongue so far up my cunt," said the other girl.

"That's Monica, I'm Hazel," said the first girl. He nodded, thinking that maybe she expected him to say his name and shake their hands after such a formal introduction.

There was a silence while Hazel continued to stroke his cheek and Monica fiddled with his cock cage. The dream had left him partly hard and Monica's attentions were making him stiffen even further. It seemed to amuse her. She licked her fingers and started to rub what she could reach through the cage. "Can you come in this?" she asked after a while. He shook his head. "I bet you've never really tried." She got off the bed and when she came back she pulled him completely on his back and rubbed him through the cage again, but now her fingers were covered in lube. 

The touch was getting him more and more excited and he was dribbling but the cage was too small for him to get fully erect and his cock started to ache. She rubbed him for a while and then gave up, giving the cage a good shake that hurt him. "Why do you let your Mistress or whatever make you wear it then?" she said. He wondered how to express his love for his Mistress and his need to serve her with a nod or a shake. "Does she make you wear it so you won't fuck other girls?" He shook his head. "Is she worried you'd masturbate if she didn't want to make you come? You would if you could, wouldn't you, Pussy?" Monica started to stroke him again, "I bet it hurts when it gets big in there. Would you like it off, would you like to come, Pussy? If I could get it off I'd let you come in my nice warm wet cunt." She laughed sardonically.

"I think it's nice" said Hazel. "I'd like a man who would wear one for me. I could take it off when I wanted to fuck but he wouldn't bother me when I wasn't in the mood. And he'd always be ready."

"I'd like a man who wore one for me," said Monica, "I'd leave it on and when I was in the mood he could lick me and when I wanted to fuck I'd get a real man and maybe Pussy could watch. And then I could thrash him." She got up to leave. "He's OK," she said, "Let's go."

"You go" said Hazel. 

"OK, I'll go back upstairs. But you, She told us to remind you not to get too comfortable, you're going to get the beating of your of your life sometime soon. I've seen it and it's not pretty. Serve you right, Pussy." 

Hazel sat with him stroking his cheek. "She beats us too, you know," she said, "But not so badly it upsets the clients. I wish I could help you." She lifted his head into her lap. Raising his head took the pressure off his arms and the relief and her gentle stroking soothed him to sleep again. He dreamed of his Mistress and how after she had hurt or humiliated him she took him in her arms and gentled him to sleep.

The dream ended abruptly with the slamming of the door to his cell. Hazel was gone and his heart rose with the thought that she was coming back, but it fell immediately. Masculine footsteps approached his cot and he knew what that meant. His muscles tensed at the unimaginable terror that was to come next. 

Not a word was spoken by the intruder. Was this the same man he had been forced to suck off earlier? He couldn't tell. A nervous sweat ran down his body, and a strong hand yanked him roughly onto the floor. He knew the Enforcer's crop would soon be raining blows down on his body and he did not think he could cope.

The intruder grunted and started on his work. Wedged firmly between the intruder's feet he could not move as the blows came so hard and fast that he soon lost count of the strikes that cut cruelly all over his body. When the man felt he had hit one side enough he turned him over and started in again. No part was spared, his skin burned like fire everywhere. 

As he tried to writhe about on the cold floor to avoid the next strike the metal of his cock cage bit painfully into him. He dared not scream but he knew he was grunting helplessly through the gag. This was how it felt to go beyond his limits of endurance. The crack of the blows was terribly loud in his ears. His mind switched off from the stinging pain of the crop and he calmly thought of how he must look now, naked, blindfolded and surely bleeding and writhing on the floor of this strange room with a strange and violent man standing over him. Would he die here? Who would know?

The beating stopped suddenly and someone else was in the dungeon, talking. He lay still on the floor and listened intently for clues about what was happening. The door opened and closed, and after an indeterminable period of time it opened again. This time it was the Enforcer. "She is here for you. Wake up!" she said, sounding angry as she threw a bucket of cold water over him. "I had plans for you, it's a shame you might be leaving us so soon."

With some effort the Enforcer dragged him to his feet, his knees buckling as she pulled him along. At last he felt the air on his skin was warmer and he knew he was out of the dungeon.

He was pushed into a chair, which felt odd and uncomfortable against his battered skin. "I've told your Mistress all about your behaviour while you were with me, so don't think you can keep any secrets from her," the Enforcer told him sternly. Then he thought he heard her leave, telling someone outside the room that he was ready now but the voices moved off down the corridor outside. His heart beat faster at the thought that perhaps his Mistress was here to take him home or maybe the Enforcer would say he needed more training and his Mistress would leave without him. 

After another interminable wait the door opened; with his whole body he willed that his Mistress had come in and he flushed with relief all over as he felt her hand on his shoulder behind him. She was unlocking the blindfold. After so long even the soft light in the room made his eyes water and his sight was all out of focus. The Enforcer was standing right in front of him with her hands on her hips and as his vision cleared he looked up and saw she was very angry. 

She was dressed in full dominatrix gear; absurdly high heeled boots, stockings and long gloves with a tightly laced corset that just concealed her nipples. Her sex was inches from his face, the pubic hair neatly trimmed but she was clearly wet and aroused. Her makeup was immaculate as well, with high arching eyebrows and deep red shiny lips. It was very different from the tight but otherwise ordinary black top and skirt she had been wearing when he came in. She had a long shiny riding crop in one hand, he guessed that it was her favourite that he had been introduced to earlier that night, and she looked absolutely menacing. His heart froze but he realized that her anger was directed not at him but at his Mistress.

"I've barely started with him. I haven't had a chance to do any training at all, just break him in a little so he is in a receptive frame of mind. Tomorrow we could have done something useful with him." 

His Mistress dropped the blindfold and put both hands on his shoulders. "Look at him! He's bleeding. These marks will leave scars. I never expected you to let that beast loose on him." He looked down at himself and saw it was true. He was shockingly bruised and in places where the weals crossed he was weeping blood. That was his front which had been treated relatively lightly, his arse and back must be terrifying -- they certainly hurt enough.

"You are soft on him. He needed a decent thrashing. You let him serve you because he loves you not because he fears you. With a little more time I could have changed that."

"I didn't want it changed -- I just wanted to see what he would endure for my love and I've seen enough."

"Well, take him then. I have a client waiting for me. But if you change your mind, bring him back; only next time I won't hand him over before I've finished with him so easily," and she turned and stalked from the room shutting the door very firmly.

His Mistress untied his hands and knelt in front of him massaging them. "My god, look at you. It must have been awful. Really, I knew that she is cruel but if I'd have known it would go this far I would never have left you alone with her and that beast." She took out his gag. He was too choked up to say anything, the relief from the beating being over, the fear of another being lifted and the love for his Mistress filling his chest made it impossible to speak. He was close to tears. At last he said "I just waited for you." 

She too was close to tears. "I couldn't sleep. You were not in the bed with me and I couldn't hear your breathing at the bottom of the bed; I missed you. I came to see if maybe I could sleep next to you here and heard you being beaten -- the sound was awful, you sounded so frightened. Come on, let's go home." And she helped him to his feet. 

Holding his hand she led him down the corridor to the outside door. In the corridor they heard a deep voice screaming and begging "No, Mistress, no, please no more" And the Enforcer's voice saying "Oh shut up. Don't be a baby, he's hardly started on you" before the terrifying sound of that crop on flesh and the screaming started again. 

"At least she's got someone to take it out on," his Mistress said looking startlingly like a naughty school girl after a telling off.

She had one of her usual limousine drivers waiting, who showed no obvious surprise at her coming back with a badly beaten man, naked except for a collar and a shiny metal cock cage. "Home," she said and it was the sweetest word he had heard.

When they got home she had him run them a bath which they shared and she carefully washed his wounds. She even had him run it a little cooler than she really liked so they would not sting too badly. When he was dry she rubbed his broken skin with antiseptic healing cream saying "There, we don't want you scarring if we can help it." Finally she led him into her bedroom and sat on the bed.

Automatically he knelt before her and she opened her legs under the dressing gown and gently pulled his head into her. The bath had left her fragrant and wet but soon it was replaced by her own wetness and delicate smell. He carefully began to lick around her cunt, then her labia. He opened them a little with his fingers and gave a series of long slow licks. He felt her clitoris harden and he played with it gently with the very tip of his tongue. She lay back on the bed and put her legs over his shoulders. He was so lost in her that he hardly felt the pain. 

He reached up under the gown and found her nipples. He stroked them gently then pulled on them a little. He stopped licking her for a moment and worried the nipples softly with his teeth then went back down to her sex. Neither of them spoke. He felt her begin to move restlessly and he licked a little harder and pulled her nipples. He slid one of his fingers gently in and out of her cunt. She put her hands down over his forehead and eyes, almost as if she were trying to stop him from seeing her orgasm, as she always did when she was close, and he began a series of long slow hard licks across her clitoris. She threw her hands over her head to clutch at the bedclothes and arched her back to come in one long shuddering orgasm, making a series of soft little cries. When it was over she half sat up and pushed his head away almost giggling as if the last touches tickled.

He sat back on his heels as she propped herself up on her elbows, looking at his bruises. His cock was tight against its cage, swelling hard against the metal. "Oh baby," she said "Look what they have done to you. I'll see if I can make it better." She pulled him on to the bed and sat him down. She took the key from around her neck and kneeled down to take off his cage. 

The feeling of the cage sliding over his cock and the sense of freedom and relief as it grew to its full size was indescribable. He thought she meant him to masturbate as usual for his reward but she laid him back on the bed and sat on him, pushing his now huge cock into herself. She slowly rode up and down the shaft and he began to gently stroke her clitoris. She bent down and kissed him on the mouth and he took her breasts in his hands. She continued to slide her cunt up and down his cock and he willed himself not to come. Just as he was sure he could hold out no longer, her orgasm hit her.

She got off him and he took his cock and started to masturbate again. She looked at him with a strangely quiet expression and said gently "I am too soft on you" pulled him to the edge of the bed, pulled his hands from his cock and took him in her mouth. She had never done that before, ever. The sudden surprise and the soft warmth and wetness of her mouth were too much for him and he came almost immediately, before he could help himself. He tried to pull away in horror and started desperately to apologise, the fear of the Enforcer's crop tearing at him. 

She held him still until she had swallowed his come. Without saying anything she helped him under the bedclothes and got in beside him and put her arms around him. "Shh," she said "I won't tell her if you don't."

He went to sleep as happy as he had ever been.

END



Obedience Training



"How was Dubai?" asked Benny Price, as Nora made herself comfortable in his living room.

Nora grinned. She'd been dating Benny for three months, ever since she'd met him at a singles mixer for dominant women and submissive men at the PainCafe. After their initial dates, Nora had put Benny in a chastity device. She pointed out to him that if he really liked her a lot, then he could expect that she'd want some fidelity in their relationship. But then, after locking him up, she'd gone out of the country with another lover for some time.

"How was Replay Blu-Ray?" Nora asked, grinning. Benny was a geeky guy, and he was quite overcome by the dirty-blonde haired little goddess...but how far could she push him? While she'd been gone, and Benny had been left in chastity, she'd asked one of her friends to look in on him.

Benny flinched. Three weeks before, it was remarkable; there'd been a knock at the door. Poor Benny had been staring at a European femdom vid, but of course no relief beyond him being able to sort of paw his plastic cock prison.

He'd gone to the door, and opened it, and there stood a skinny twenty year old black kid, with lots of gold chains and a backwards baseball cap. "How you doin?" Replay-Blu-Ray had asked Benny, who at first had refused to open the door beyond the extent permitted by the chain-lock. "I be here from Nora, man. She want me to check up on you. Got shit to talk about, dog."

Nora's name had of course altered things, and Benny had reluctantly allowed Replay in. How had he gotten into the gates of Benny's gated community?

"My main question be, can you suck a dick? I'm s'pose to teach you." Replay had told Benny, and the next ninety minutes had been dreadful.

And then a few nights later, twin red-headed dommes, Thelma and Velma had shown up, and informed Benny that they had just been multi-fucked, and he needed to clean them out, so to speak...Benny hadn't been great at it, and when he "bit" Velma's clitoris, the two had horsewhipped him and taken turns using a strap-on to invade Benny's meager rectum.

Benny had thought this was the end of it, but then every night for about fourteen days, a different group of obese senior citizen ladies had shown up, requiring that Benny service them...that was really, really nasty...but he had gotten in practice. Where the hell did Nora meet these people?

Nora laughed as Benny recounted his experiences. The doleful look on Benny's face as he described having a 180 pound seventy-two year old's stinky twat on his little face...oh God.

"Well, I'm proud of you, Benny." Nora finally said, smiling, and patting him on the back. "You're a good sport, and I want you to know I think you may be serious husband material for me...I need a submissive, really submissive partner, and you have much to recommend you. Let's go up to your bedroom and take that pesky chastity device off."

Finally, Benny thought. It had been so onerous, wearing the damn thing day after day...looking at girls everywhere, and not being able to pound his pud. Benny was a hard core masturbator, he jerked off in public restrooms, in the privacy of his office, and wherever he could, and had been since sixth grade. Having the lock on his cock had not done a great service for his morale, though he'd fantasized about chastity for as long as he could remember.

Now, as Benny stripped and lay down on his bed, he hoped that he might get laid. After all, ninety days of not getting to cum was a lot to ask of a guy, right? Nora rummaged in her purse and came out with handcuffs, which she waggled in front of Benny's eyes.

"I know, you want to put your nasty hands all over me, we can't have that...too frisky after being locked up, I know you guys." Nora locked Benny's wrists behind his back, and to his dismay, kept him on his stomach for a bit.

"Now all good things come after a little work." Nora said briskly. "I want you to show me what a man you are. Can you take a few licks without crying? Macho men really turn me on, Benjamin."

Benny slumped. After all this...and more punishment? But he really wanted Nora, badly. "Of-of course, I understand." He remembered that Nora had brought a bag in with her, a large sack, and of course--yup, she was pulling a long bamboo cane out of it, he noted, looking behind him as he lay there, utterly vulnerable.

"I'm sexually attracted to men who are the strong, silent type. I hope you can be strong and silent now, even though you're naked and cuffed on the bed, with your lily white ass exposed to a clothed girl with a cane...let's see!"

In Benny's experiences with paid dominatrixes, the first few whacks or lashes were mild, to get the slave ready for the hard stuff...but Nora laid it on from the beginning. The first slash of the cane felt like a line of fire across his chubby bottom, and Benny Price had to bite the pillow hard to keep from howling out.

As Nora brought the cane down again, she smiled. Benny was such a novice, such a whiny baby. During her time in Dubai with her urologist friend, she'd put the good doctor through tortures that Benny couldn't imagine.

At one point, she'd tied a cinderblock to the urologist's balls and then made him do deep knee bends while she swung her bullwhip at his bare buttocks. This sort of thing would be in Benny's future...but not quite yet.

When Nora had been one of eleven children spawned by a methadone addicted cook at the Purple Mermaid, she never thought she'd amount to much, but BDSM had provided the way...

Nora learned this from her Mom, who had split the family to become a dominatrix in New York, and had come back to collect Nora when she was fifteen. "You're the brightest of the lot, so I'll show you my secret...men need to be abused...."said Nora's mom, now Mistress Plumley of New York...the lessons had been invaluable in Nora's adulthood, particularly in this last month in Dubai with the doc.

The urologist had paid Nora a thousand dollars a day for her company, and Benny, though not as rich, would be a great permanent companion, if she could just train him not to be such a whiny little bitch!

As the cane came down again, this time slashing the tender part right between Benny's buttocks and his thighs, he did scream, but he tried to focus his attention on Nora's full breasts, her enticing cleavage, and how if he was a good boy, there was a possibility, he might get to kiss them...if he could just be a man.

"That screaming is no good, Benny" Nora said disapprovingly. 

"You've got to be able to bite the bullet sweetie. Punishments like this could happen every day when you're my husband, and I don't want to have to soundproof the house because your crying upsets the neighbors. They might call Child Protective Services, your little squeal is that high pitched, you know."

Nora brought her cane down right between Benny's legs and got his testicles, and he howled and cried like a baby. He'd never felt such a sharp pain. Nora finally turned Benny over, and began running her long nails up and down his inner thighs, and toying with his poor chastity belted dick, now crumpled and bent in its prison.

"You really need to become a man, Benjamin" Nora scolded, as she moved her hands up to gently massage his nipples. "I just can't believe the way you sob on a moment's notice. Do you faint, too? Like the southern belles in 'Gone with the Wind'?"

Nora reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of alligator nipple clamps, and locked on each nipple, which elicited another scream from Benny...his nipples were terribly sensitive.

"P-please take them off, Nora." Benny babbled incoherently. "I-I can't stand it." He was trying to get his hands loose, but of course they were cuffed behind his quite welted back as he lay on the bed. Benny wondered if the blood on his buttocks was staining the sheets, and whether his mother would notice when she came to visit. Nora playfully tugged at Benny's right nipple clamp. 

"You've got to overcome the pain. Like Buddha. It's not a part of you. This is nothing compared to what I'll put you through when we're married, dear." Nora pulled and lifted Benny up by the clamp and then dropped him, and was rewarded by a fresh torrent of tears.

"Jesus, you are a case" Nora said, rummaging around in her bag. She finally pulled out a ten inch black dildo and shoved about four inches down poor Benny's throat. 

"Now try to take more in, Benjamin" Nora said good naturedly, as she pushed it further. "You're going to have to suck a lot of cock in my house, darling. "

Benny choked as Nora shoved the big rubber schlong down his throat. He was terrified that he might die this way---the family would sit shiva for little Benjamin, the sex pervert. He realized he had to breathe more through his nose, and this helped somewhat.

Nora, seemingly oblivious to Benny's discomfort continued ".My dates are used to getting a little prep on their wieners before they fuck me, and I need you to take some well-hung penises. You must embrace bisexuality. Replay Blu-Ray reported that you are not as enthusiastic towards the dick as he would like. He said he had to hit you with a belt before you were able to do any deep-throating, and you certainly are no Linda Lovelace."

Nora remembered that her mom had a boyfriend/benefactor named Stribling Stubbins. Strib had first met Mom through her personal ad in Screw magazine, the biggest porno weekly in New York.

At that time Mom was just an ordinary escort, and she'd been surprised when Strib had told her to stay dressed as "I don't deserve to see you naked, ma'am" and then he'd stripped naked and asked her if she'd masturbate him slowly for an hour, but not let him cum!

Mom had noticed that Strib's dick was long and purple, and that it appeared that he'd not cum in some time. 

"I don't allow myself to" Strib explained, panting, as Mom stroked his stiffening rod. "I've not cum in seven months now...I'm punishing myself, and hiring beautiful women to tease me makes the punishment even more um, severe."

Nora remembered Mom telling her how fascinated she'd been, watching Strib bite his tongue and sweat as he'd cowered before her, his big belly flopping as he'd gazed into her cleavage...and she'd run her little nimble fingers up and down his purple, engorged shaft, pulling her hand away every five minutes, when he was about to cum. She could tell that he had the horrific, dull pain in his balls from repeated strokings and denials, and it actually seemed to make her wilder than he was!

At the end of the jerking session, Mom had pulled down her panties, and forced Strib's head between her legs, and he'd licked her to four orgasms without taking his hands from behind his back. And then he gave her three hundred bucks, and shoved his still blue cock into his shorts, and he'd staggered off...Mom said that Strib was in deep need of a cold shower!

Mom had apparently been much better at teasing Strib than the other hookers's half-assed hand jobs, because Strib began coming to see her twice and sometimes three times a week, before she'd suggested that he move in with her...

Sending him off, his dick stuffed in his pants, bulging, and frustrated wasn't enough. She finally bought a dog cage and stuffed Strib in it!

When she'd finally told Strib his self-imposed penance was up, and let him cum all over the kitchen floor, he'd gladly signed his bank account over to her, and accepted a chastity belt. 

By this time, Strib had referred many of his submissive buddies to Mom, and she'd gotten a lucrative new business.

Now, Nora began getting excited thinking of Strib. She pulled the giant rubber cock out of Benny's mouth and pulled her own panties down and hopped on his face, and he went to work between her fabulous thighs. She realized that being forced to suck off Thelma and Velma and then licking all the dirty old women must've been great training for Benny Price. She had quite high hopes for him!

After Nora had cum several times, she climbed back off Benny, and spun him on his stomach again, which caused great pain to his nipples, as now the weight of his inflated chest and pot belly were pushing down on the nipple clamps, and making his nipples even more anguished.

"Did your daddy ever give you the strap, Benjamin?" Nora asked. Benny looked around in alarm, and Nora was fondling fingering an old fashioned barber's razor strop. Benny gasped. He had been raised by gentle former hippies, and had gone through a childhood full of psychology and Ritalin.

"My daddy had eleven of us" Nora said, grinning. "He was working two jobs--a restaurant during the day, and a bail bondsman at night. "

Nora slashed the strop and it bounced quite painfully off Benny's left buttock. He bit his tongue until it bled...this was nothing like his fantasies!

Nora continued. "My oldest sister Troyce, she was in charge. If you fucked up, you had to sit in a chair, and not move until he came home from one of his jobs, that was almost worse than the whipping you got when Troycie gave Dad an earful of your wrongs. But then the strap came...and it really made me think about behaving better, you know?"

Nora handled the strap with an incredible swing...she had quite an active wrist! Benny's screams were bloodthirsty and genuine, and he attempted to roll off the bed, but every time he'd inch to the right side, to fall on the floor, Nora would do an aerobic jump over to the right side, and whack him back to the center of the bed.

The fiery welts criss crossed Benny's bare ass and viciously opened up bloody cuts on his legs and thighs, and a few on his back, before Nora tossed the strop in the corner, and spun him around again. He knew he'd never be able to use Mother's sheets again.

Finally she unlocked his chastity device. It was the first time in a month, and his dick bounced free, and with a few strokes from Nora's fingers, became thick and sweating of precum. Nora skipped into the bathroom and came back with soap and a little basin of water, and she washed Benny's junk carefully, and then, to his dismay, Nora took a razor and shaved his cock and balls so they were as hairless as a ten year old's.

"You see, Benny" Nora said lovingly, as she then began stroking Benny's dick with Astroglide, "Only real men have pubic hair. Sissy boys who cry and scream just because of a ittle bitty paddling like I just gave you really don't deserve to have any form of masculinity at all. I may actually make you wear lip gloss and eye shadow--the light blue Seventies kind--around the house, you're such a sissy boy."

Nora stroked and pulled Benny's cock until it became quite engorged, and then she just toyed with the head--the glans, polishing it with her brightly colored nails. As Benny goggled at her, Nora abstractedly removed her top and jiggled her boobs in the strawberry tinted demi bra, and then, after a few more minutes, removed the little bra as well...and Benny got a look at the most beautiful breasts in the world, it seemed.

Nora took her hands off Benny's cock and lowered her skirt covered legs over it. Benny remembered that Nora had removed her panties earlier to mount his sweaty face, and now he felt the wonderful wetness of her womanhood covering his stiff dick. She was fucking him! On Top! Unbelievable!

"Wouldn't you like it if I unlocked your hands so you could play with my tits, Benjamin?" 

Nora asked tenderly. Benny's head bobbled as he nodded. No one had ever called him Benjamin, always Benny...she sounded like such a strict teacher! Benny had gone to progressive, liberal schools, and everyone had always been gentle with him, a hothouse flower, the gifted child...but life was different now.

"Well, you'll have to earn the privilege of playing with my honeys.... and you probably won't get to." Nora said, running a pink tongue across her full lips. She manipulated her nipples and smiled at him. "Real men get to suck tits, not little faggots like you. You're lucky, extremely lucky that I'm letting your dick go into my pussy. 

My urologist friend, who I just went to Dubai with, has been seeing me for two and a half years, and he's never been allowed to fuck me, OR touch my tits...if he's lucky he gets to lick dirt off the bottom of my boots after a rainstorm...a mud lunch is all the Doc gets."

Benny's lower lip trembled at the thought he might never get to suckle Nora's 38 DD's. It didn't seem fair. And Nora was laughing silently at his pain. She knew that her tits were foremost on Benny's mind...it would take a lot of hell before he'd get to touch them. He might get to suck on one of her pretty bras if he was a good boy.

"I know you have a question for me, Benny...don't you have something to propose?" 

As she said "propose" Nora reached over with one hand and violently twisted one of Benny's nipple clamps, and after he screamed, she knocked both of them off. "Do you have anything to say or should I get off your dick now, before you get to cum again. I can lock you up till Thanksgiving, you know."

"Will-will you marry me, Nora?" 

The question came out in a squeak, and Nora smiled and nodded and began humping and jumping harder on Benny's bloated penis. She did vagina contracting exercises, and he was in for something good now, this future husband of hers!

As Benny finally came in Nora's pussy, and she jumped up and had him lick his creampie as she mounted over his face, he knew he was going to give her a big diamond ring...she was the one who taught him obedience, and she would be the perfect dominant Wife!