0 comments/ 31656 views/ 15 favorites Scott Is Used And Abused By: TimT1972 This story continues on from "Scott is blackmailed into porn", but works as a stand-alone story. Suzie had been looking forward to this all week; peace and quiet with time to play at being a dominatrix. She always took hours to prepare herself, this was half the fun. This evening, she had chosen to wear one of her favourites; a high-necked black PVC mini dress with laced-up sides. She stripped naked, slipped on the dress and breathed in as she pulled up the zip. Suzie loved the feel of the skin-tight PVC on her bare flesh and how the dress hugged her statuesque figure. She knew she looked like a whore and this just added to her arousal. To finish, she chose some 'aggressive' heels and then a whip from her extensive collection. Now it was time to show off in front of the mirror and pose for some self-timed photographs. This was the problem, she didn't have the courage to take it further. She was prepared to look at clubs on the internet but knew she would never attend one. What she really wanted was a slave, some nubile young boy to whip and humiliate, but contrary to what she read in her BDSM novels they were not easy to find. When she attended Insurance conventions young executives never casually mentioned that they were looking for a quick whipping. This sort of thing never cropped up in conversation. Suzie had considered trying to recruit a slave via the internet, but was worried she would chose a weirdo, her fantasy was some beautiful boy not a balding middle aged guy with a beer gut. She also did not want photographs of her decked out in her PVC finery circulating on the web, they were certain to surface if she ever got the chance of a really high profile job. So Suzie was left with dressing up, watching DVDs and a lot of masturbation - hugely enjoyable but not the real thing. Suzie's break came from the most unexpected source - WIII.com ('Women in the Insurance Industry'). Suzie went into the website's chatroom to bitch about life/colleagues/men and more to the point catch up on the gossip. She struck up a conversation with a senior female insurance executive from Hartford. After some amusing exchanges the lady (Annabelle) said she was heading for New York for a 'very special date'. She then admitted the date was with a whore and eventually that the date involved whips and fantastic sex. Suzie knew about male escorts, she had used them herself in the past, but the guys were pretty cheesy and not really her thing. It was the word 'whips' that excited her. This was what she had been looking for. The next night she contacted Annabelle again, but this time she got much cooler response. In fact it was a month before Annabelle admitted she had found an agency that provided gorgeous eighteen year old boys who would do anything for her, including taking a good whipping. Suzie took her dignity seriously but was now prepared to beg for an introduction. Eventually Annabelle agreed, but said the vetting process took time and Suzie should be patient. Suzie was normally patience personified, but now she was checking her WIII account almost on an hourly basis to see if Annabelle had replied. Nothing. The frustration was terrible. As she had promised, Annabelle had approached Alice Mendoza, to say that she had a friend who wished to become a client of Cartwright and Palmer. The company needed new clients like any other, the difference was it did not wish to receive the attention of the New York City Vice Department. Alice said she had a backlog of applications and she would not really be in a position to interview Suzie for several weeks. As soon as Annabelle left her office Alice rang one of her 'old boys', now with the FBI to check Suzie out. Over the next two weeks Suzie was discreetly tailed, her phone was tapped, her computer hacked and her flat searched. Alice thought she seemed clean but she still wanted to meet Suzie face to face to make a final decision. Scott waited nervously in the lobby for Suzie. He wore his tightest satin shorts, a white satin shirt and a metal slave collar. This was the first time Scott had been given this duty and he hoped he looked respectful as well as sexy. The CCTV gave him a fair warning of Suzie's approach and he went to the door to greet her. Suzie looked quietly elegant, dressed casually in jeans and a silk shirt, open at the neck giving more than a hint of her gorgeous cleavage. She hoped she exuded her normal under-stated confidence; but inside she was in turmoil, she was almost suffocating with desire. There were two chairs arranged in front of Alice's desk and Scott was just about to sit down when he caught Alice's hard stare. He understood and knelt at Suzie's feet, head lowered in the perfect pose of an obedient slave. He listened as the ladies fenced, Alice trying to reassure herself that Suzie was 'on the level', whilst Suzie tried to find out details of exactly what services Cartwright and Palmer offered. Alice was soon reassured, in part because of how Suzie looked at Scott will such ill disguised desire, and she started to open up. Alice explained, "We really try to get our boys soon after their eighteenth birthday, somehow once a boy gets to about twenty-two he can never adapt to the discipline we require. They have to be pretty and naturally submissive. They have also got to understand what it means to be a slave and more importantly genuinely want to submit and give pleasure to their clients." Suzie tried to look nonchalant, but her pent up desire meant she could barely trust herself to speak, so she merely nodded as if it was only to be expected. "Our boys are trained by people with years of experience in the sex industry, so they have technique whilst retaining their youthful enthusiasm. It really is a treat, if you have ever wanted to do anything to a boy, particularly if it involves pain or humiliation, now is your chance." "So what will one of your boys do?" Suzie kicked herself as soon as she asked the question, where did she think she was? A kindergarten? But Alice merely smiled, "Well pretty much anything you can imagine and probably quite a lot you can't! Scott will willingly submit to your darkest fantasies. We take pride that our boys are trained so that your visit is a truly liberating experience." There had clearly been a meeting of the minds and after about forty minutes Alice brought the meeting to an end saying she would contact Suzie if they could offer her membership. Alice leant back in her chair as Scott escorted Suzie down to reception. She knew many brothels had pretty boys and girls, some as attractive as those working for Cartwright and Palmer, the difference was how well disciplined they were. Her whores would submit to any of the clients' desires, no matter how painful or humiliating. Scott had taken to discipline well, it helped that he really seemed to want to please his clients. Alice knew Scott hated being fucked but despite this would spread his legs whenever required and would squeal with pleasure as he was taken. She also knew he still hated being naked in public but again would drop his knickers and give his cute smile whenever needed. For the first six months she had sold Scott as a 'near virgin'. Women seemed to love his winsome looks, especially if he was stripped down to the skimpiest underwear. He acted as if each date was a voyage of discovery, for which he thanked his client as if it had been a real pleasure to serve them. Suzie received a hand addressed envelope the next morning. It contained a brief letter from Alice inviting Suzie to become of client, there was also a thick folded cream card with the Cartwright and Palmer logo on the front. Inside it explained the services the firm offered. "Cartwright and Palmer prides itself in sourcing the highest quality slaves on the market today. All our slaves are in perfect health and have been well trained before they are offered for sale. The training involves learning etiquette so our slaves can be perfect escorts at the most exclusive functions, as well as lessons in the most advanced sexual technique for the more private moments. They all speak perfect English, indeed many have college degrees. Some clients enjoy the variety of hiring our boys and girls by the hour at our exclusive club in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Manhattan, others wish to buy a slave at one of our regular auctions. Most slaves are sold in their late teens or early twenties for a period of five years, though the term can be extended. It is a myth that a slave stops feeling pain or humiliation, but if they have been well trained they will accept normal punishments as a natural part of their station in life. With a little effort slave ownership can be a supremely enjoyable and rewarding experience. Owning a slave has never been easier or more cost effective, you are just a phone call away from having a stunning boy or girl at your beck and call, one whose only aim is to give pleasure. Signed Alice Mendoza." Suzie also received a password for Cartwright and Palmer's secure website, this showed all the boys and girls on offer. The top of each page was pretty standard; the girl or boy's name, their age, statistics, grade, languages spoken, sexual orientation (Suzie noticed all seemed to be bi-sexual) and services offered. Suzie had to 'google' lots of terms to understand these. What was easier to understand were the photographs. The first photograph was always of the boy or girl in their 'school' uniform of white satin shirt and black satin shorts or skirt. Further down the page were photographs of them in lingerie or swimwear, naked and finally in bondage. The fact that most of the photos were tasteful, leaving much to the imagination only added to their eroticism. Suzie looked at the website for hours, no tens of hours. One thing that surprised her was she started looking at the girls. She had never thought of herself as a lesbian but some of them were so gorgeous that she yearned to dominate and bed them. After much thought she decided her first date would be with a boy. She just had to satisfy a fantasy she had brooded over for so many years. Suzie took to making lists of her favourites, but she always kept coming back to Scott, she just couldn't get the image out of her head, of his cute arse in those satin shorts. The photographs showed his perfect body, but it was evident that the poor boy was very uncomfortable posing naked, his shy smile failing to disguise his discomfort. The only exception was a candid photograph of him, naked, arms wrapped around his knees laughing at some joke. Suzie could barely believe it, she had never felt so horny in her life. Was it the thought of wearing her latex gear in public? Seeing boys like Scott bent over and at her mercy? Or the thought of a long term slave-mistress relationship? She didn't really know. Suzie tried to resist the temptation of visiting Cartwright and Palmer, but only a week after having been accepted as a client she booked her first session with Scott. Scott was told to dress in some brief knickers and a matching cropped top and be on his knees in reception for 4pm. When Suzie arrived he rose as if he had been longing for the moment. After a brief kiss he took her to the lifts. Suzie could not keep her eyes off Scott's arse as he led her along the corridor. He was wearing brief black underwear, that was almost transparent. His bottom was just so cute, she could not wait to get him over her knee, the squeals of pain and the feel of his gradually stiffening cock between her thighs. She was not here to play, she wanted to inflict real pain and was going to love to see tears roll down the slut's cheeks. This was Suzie's fantasy, a boy ideally aged between eighteen and twenty-one, most certainly naked and willing to take his punishment. ~ Scott was nervous as he always was with a new client. Suzie smiled as she saw him pull up his knickers for the umpteenth time. When Scott showed Suzie to the dungeon, she could barely suppress a gasp of admiration. The place was huge, and filled with an immense number of gleaming benches and cages. She also noticed an inviting double bed to the right. Scott showed her to a corner of the room, cordoned off by a black PVC screen. Normally Suzie took an age to change luxuriating in the feel of the latex, but now she almost ripped off her clothes, in her enthusiasm to get back to Scott, her slave (!). Suzie had chosen a latex leotard with long sleeves and a high collar and some calf high boots. As she pulled her hair back in a pony tail Suzie admired herself in the mirror. She looked great and she knew it. The leotard was 'high cut' to make the most of her long legs, the tight latex clinging to her butt. When Suzie returned to the dungeon, Scott was on his knees. She wondered if she could really beat someone so sweet. Suzie circled her slave tapping her riding crop against her boot. "Scott, strip." Scott stood naked in the centre of the room, hands clasped behind his back. He felt a cold draft blowing against his bare bottom. He wished Suzie would start the session anything to get his mind off his humiliation, but no she just stared at him tapping her riding crop against her boot. During a session the pain, desire and fear meant his body was full of adrenaline, so he did not have time to think of his humiliating position. Now he thought of little else, his job was that of a sex slave, whose only purpose was to satisfy the perverted pleasures of paying clients. Suzie wandered around him, looking at her prey from all angles. Scott's body was lean and nicely toned, his arse was cute and penis gorgeous. Suzie noted his pubes had been shaved, it reminded her of Greek statues. Those languid youths who look so relaxed with their nudity. Eventually she murmured, "So this is how you spend your days, offering yourself to anyone who comes through the door." Scott was now very uncomfortable but replied, "Yes ma'am." Suzie started rubbing her riding crop against Scott's balls, smiling as he gradually became erect, "A slave should only give themselves to their mistress. Cheap sluts must be taught discipline. I believe in the maxim; 'Spare the rod, ruin the slave'. So I will take great pleasure in giving you a sound beating to teach you about loyalty and chastity." Scott was silent. "In fact you are not merely a slave. You are a sex-slave, Alice recommended you as you could be forced to do the most degrading of sex acts. Things most common prostitutes would refuse to do." Scott gulped. Suzie struck Scott's penis hard with her crop, "Come on answer me. You know I will punish insolence and it is your misfortune I will enjoy abusing you." "It's true, ma'am." Suzie tapped Scott's penis again, "Are you ready for a lesson in discipline and respect?" "Yes, ma'am." Suzie took Scott's penis in her hands, her mouth millimetres away from Scott's face, she purred. "We are going to have so much fun together ... or at least I am going to have fun, you will learn what it means to serve my every whim." Suzie was unsure how far she dare go, Alice had encouraged her to throw caution to the winds saying that her boys were fully trained and ready for anything, but still Suzie hesitated, she doubted that Alice knew quite how extreme some of her fantasies were. She started stroking the area between Scott's thighs with her riding crop. Scott did not try to defend himself. Even though she was not touching his penis, Scott became even more erect. As she stared at him, Scott saw lust mixed with a generous slice of sadism. Serving a new client was always a risk as some got carried away. The tension between them continued to increase. Suzie was still unsure how to proceed, let's humiliate him she thought, "OK slave, spread your legs and bend over, now pull your buttocks apart. Let me see what I am paying for." She watched as the boy obeyed, then left him in this intentionally humiliating pose for a few minutes, rubbing her riding crop between his legs. She then sharply ordered, "On your knees and kiss my boots." Suzie watched as Scott got down on his knees and did as he was told. He looked so natural, she knew people had always called her a 'born leader', perhaps there were also 'born slaves'. Suzie felt the tight latex against her pussy and the spasms of pleasure; she could only just control herself. Gaining confidence, she told Scott to stand and led him over to a whipping horse. Scott knelt on the black PVC covered platform and leant forward, feeling the cold smooth fabric against his skin. Suzie edged his legs apart and he felt the coarse leather as she buckled on the ankle restraints. Then she tightened leather straps across his calves and thighs and a wide leather belt across his lower back. Finally she yanked the wrist cuffs tight so Scott was securely bound, naked as the day he was born, bottom in the air. Suzie crouched down as she fastened Scott's collar to the horse. She smiled as she saw fear in his face. Suzie approached the horse so her pussy was almost touching Scott's nose. A little further and she felt the pressure of his face between her legs. She gyrated back and forth, using Scott as a sex toy. Suzie told Scott to open his mouth and inserted a large black rubber ball-gag. She looked down on her helpless slave, men tended to be arrogant competition, now she had a boy who was willing to do anything she wanted. Suzie stroked Scott's bottom, sliding her hands between his legs and feeling his cock. He seemed as willing as Alice had said. However beautiful he looked, now was the time for a good beating. She began with a riding crop, one buttock then the other, quick then slow. She was careful, as although she wanted to cause the boy real pain, she could not bare the thought of damaging his perfect bottom. This said, the rosy glow was beautiful. After the crop Suzie went on to a tawse, when Scott's butt looked almost radioactive she moved to his thighs. Scott had been beaten before and the first strikes were no worse than he expected. He counted the strokes, firstly hoping Suzie would stop after a dozen, then twenty, but she didn't, she went on and on, with increasing enthusiasm. She did not seem to tire. The pain got worse, soon it was almost unbearable. He tried to scream but the ball-gag meant he only whispered. Great tears began streaming down his cheeks. Scott felt a temporary relief as Suzie dropped the tawse and reached between his legs, he felt her cold hands probe and massage his undefended cock which rapidly became erect. Suzie knelt before Scott and looked at her slave, she saw his pain but knew there was also lust in his eyes. She tenderly dried his tears and then went back to her pleasure. Her last dozen strokes of the cat were her hardest. Suzie had enjoyed beating Scott, but there was more to come. She went to the back of the room and looked at all the kit neatly laid out. She found a pot of lubricating gel and tossed it into an ice bucket. She then started examining the 'strap-ons'. She had always dreamed of fucking a man, the one humiliation she knew no guy would ever freely agree to. But Scott was not a normal guy, he was a slave so would have no choice. Suzie pushed the latex away from her pussy, her arousal easy to see. She eased the tip of the 'double-ended dildo' in, giving herself another spasm of pleasure. She could not resist pulling it out and gently starting to masturbate. The pleasure was almost indescribable, but she willed herself to stop and buckled-on the contraption. Now her little slave would really find out who was boss. Returning to Scott she pulled his buttocks apart. The lube was now ice-cold, as she began to smear it over his anus. "Come on, relax. You know it will be less uncomfortable in the end, or do you want me to give you another beating." Scott tried to relax as he felt Suzie smear the cold gel around his bottom. He allowed her fingers massage a generous dollop of lube deep into his arse. Scott Is Used And Abused Scott heard Suzie go to the door and heard her talking to someone. He could not hear the replies but heard her ask, "Where are the four boys I ordered? ... my slave is ready and I want to start the gang-bang ... four I said ... yes, he is well lubed ... I don't care if it hurts him, he is securely gagged so you won't hear a thing ... what else? ... he will suck them off and then we will play a few games, so thinking about it, they had better bring riding crops with them ... don't bloody argue, send them up ... I want them up here, naked, ready to roger my slave senseless in five minutes, no excuses." Scott was shocked, he knew he had offered his body but being penetrated by four of his colleagues? He knew how much this would hurt, it would be beyond agony. He also hated the thought of friends seeing him like this. Could it be any more humiliating? He envisaged them standing in a row, stroking themselves waiting their turn to give him a good fucking. He winced at the thought of then being made to lick them clean and then perhaps being forced to suck them until they climaxed a second time. Would he have to swallow? He wondered which of his colleagues he would have to blow and what 'games' Suzie would want to play. Scott frantically pulled one way then another, the chains on his wrists and collar allowed him to move an inch or so, but the straps on his legs and chest meant his lower body barely moved at all. He couldn't let this happen. But he knew Suzie could get four hundred people to fuck him if she wanted, not just four. The ball-gag meant his desperate screams were hardly audible. Scott heard a knock and the door being opened. Suzie said, "Welcome, take your knickers off and kneel down over there. I am going first. You will follow in turn over the next hour." An hour! Scott could not believe it. He bucked and twisted, making an ever more vigorous bid for freedom. Suzie returned to the bench and watched Scott as he tried to escape his bonds. She placed herself behind him and stroked his bare arse and then his cock. Leaning over she whispered, "Relax my little beauty. Remember you are my slave and it is your duty to give me pleasure." When he had quietened down, she clasped his soft thighs and eased the dildo into his arse. She had not tightened the strap-on too much, so as she forced it into Scott, her end went deeper into her pussy and came out a good inch as she pulled away. Her physical pleasure was matched by the satisfaction of forcing her slave into the ultimate humiliation. Although she started gently she began to force herself ever harder into Scott, slamming her pelvis against his buttocks. Again and again with ever greater speed and force. The pleasure was beyond anything she had ever imagined. Her hands gripped his slippery thighs, as she fucked her slave with manic determination. She squealed with ecstasy as she penetrated ever deeper in her excitement, again and again she thrust into the poor boy. She was almost in a trance, but somehow she had the self control to stop before what would have been an earth-shattering orgasm. There was so much more she wanted to do to her slave, that she had to make her pleasure and his pain last. Suzie eased more lube up Scott's arse, feeling the boy furiously trying to escape his bonds as he awaited the first of his four colleagues. He was frantic, but despite his struggles he could not move an inch. Suzie walked around and crouched before him looking into his pleading eyes. She kissed him lightly on the forehead and whispered, "Don't worry Scott, the gang-bang was only a little joke. I would not dream of sharing you." The relief Scott felt far outweighed the momentary anger he felt for falling for Suzie's trick. Suzie unbuckled the 'strap-on' and adjusted her latex leotard. Scott was almost elated with relief when he felt Suzie begin to released his restraints. Now free, but still wearing the wrist and ankle cuffs, Scott took a minute to recover checking that they really were alone. Then he fell on his knees, wincing as his buttocks touched the rough leather of his ankle cuffs. Suzie looked down at Scott, knees about eighteen inches apart and hands behind his back. She knew this was called 'the position'. She smiled, this was so much fun. "Thank you for helping me with my discipline, mistress. How can I give you pleasure?" Suzie looked at her slave, he was so submissive. She had been worried that she would commit some faux pas and that Scott would realise she was not a real mistress and would not respect her. But he had shown her total respect, she was gratified even now to see a little fear in his eyes. He had clearly believed she would organise the boys to fuck him. She was amazed that she had humiliated, beaten then raped him, despite this there was no resentment in his eyes. Perhaps Alice was right and there were some boys who were submissive by nature. Suzie indicated Scott should get to his feet. As he stood before her, Suzie noticed him blushing at his nudity, but he made no attempt to move his hands from behind his back. She remembered one of Alice's pieces of advice, the joy of discipline was that one could force slaves to humiliate themselves. "I have always thought that all slaves were sluts; always after their own selfish sexual gratification. I don't want you having sex behind my back, especially with the temptation of so many pretty, scantily clad boys. So you will wear a butt-plug." Suzie handed Scott a large black plug that must have had a diameter of at least five inches. Its end was adorned with a huge Swarovski crystal. Scott took a deep breath and spread his legs and bent over. He knew he couldn't rush, he had to relax. He started by massaging his anus with his finger, inserting one then two and finally three fingers. He then took the plug and gradually inserted it. It was huge and he tried to stop his natural reaction to resist. Suzie watched him, deep in concentration. He had totally forgotten his nudity and seemed determined to obey her instructions. Scott felt the plug stretch his arse, the pressure increased as did the pain, but he resolved to get the thing in ... just another inch ... the pain was now getting extreme but he kept pushing ... he was sweating profusely and the dildo was becoming slippery ... he gripped it tighter and squeezed it in ... just a little bit further ... he was now easing the dildo out and then forcing it in with ever greater pressure ... it must be almost there ... Scott spread his legs even wider ... one more push ... suddenly he felt the monster slip into place. He felt such relief and pleasure, he wasn't sure if the pleasure was because he had avoided an inevitable beating he would have received if he had failed or the desire to please his mistress. The pain quickly subsided now the dildo was firmly in Scott's arse. He stood up and brought his legs together, he was glistening with sweat from his exertions. Suzie walked around his looking at the crystal protruding from between his buttocks. This was great, she could get him to do anything she wanted, no matter how painful or humiliating. "Bend over." Suzie looked at her slave, "Spread your legs." Scott obeyed, clasping his ankles. Suzie swatted his inner thigh. "Wider." Scott edged his legs even further apart. Suzie seeing the strain on his body, just waited. "Good, my little one. I see my boots need a clean." Scott immediately got down on his knees, wincing as the butt-plug touched his ankles, and began to lick Suzie's boots. She marvelled at his enthusiasm as she watched his 'rosy' buttocks move up and down, the crystal glistening in the light. Suzie loved the sight of this beautiful boy submitting. The feel of the pressure as he licked the sides of her boots sent a shiver of desire through her body. Scott redoubled his efforts, he desperately wanted to please his new mistress but her hard, unsmiling look made him doubt his ability. After an age she had him back in 'the position' then pulled him to his feet and led him to a St Andrews Cross. Suzie watched Scott as he walked over to the cross, the red stripes still very evident on his pert arse. Scott stood on the foot rests, feeling the cold PVC on his sore bum. Suzie clipped his ankle and writs cuffs in place. She then adjusted the position of the foot rests until Scott's legs were stretched as wide as they could be. Suzie loved the sight of the stress on his thighs. It also ensured that his cock were totally unprotected. Suzie stepped back and admired her slave, she had always wanted to see a boy like this. Now he was bound for her entertainment. She stroked his legs and chest, softly she drew her nails down his chest, seeing fine scratches. Scott was now sweating profusely, the strain on his arms and legs was immense. He was also worried about the punishment that Suzie would give him. Suzie looked at her slave and tapped his penis with her riding crop. Scott yelped with pain. She then dragged the crop down his thighs, down his calves, then up the other side of his leg. As she drew the outline of his body, she revelled in the power that she had over Scott. If he moved she could not resist quickly flicking the crop, earning herself another cry of pain from her victim. Suzie approached Scott and licked his chest, delighting in the salty taste of his sweat. She rested her hands on his thighs and started to suck his nipples, they reacted becoming hard and aroused. Suzie had never played with a boy like this. She was fascinated by his nipples, this was such fun, she had to take it to the next level, so she opened the jaws of a large nipple clamp and slowly allowed it to close. She felt Scott's body jolt as the clamp tightened on his left nipple. Scott's pain got worse as she released the clamp, and he felt the effect of the four ounce weight. Scott watched as Suzie picked up the second clamp and desperately tried to get away moving back and forth trying to avoid its claws. "Scott, Alice said you were obedient. You must learn discipline." Suzie then roughly grabbed his other nipple and placed the clamp on it. Pain shot through Scott and he squealed. Suzie stepped back to admire her handiwork. She could not resist playing with the weights, nudging them one way then the other, tugging them lightly, watching Scott grimace. The power was intoxicating. She noticed that despite the pain he was still aroused. Suzie started massaging his cock, easing her hand between his legs and stroking his balls. Scott soon became very hard. Suzie giggled as she saw his involuntary reaction. The poor boy. As Suzie felt Scott's inner thigh, Scott's erection became more desperate. This was fun. She raised herself on tiptoe and rubbed her crotch against him. The feeling was wonderful, the sight of the straining Scott was even better, she whispered, "I have always been a fair mistress, but you know your cum is mine and you will be really severely punished if you orgasm without my permission." Scott gritted his teeth; this was the most divine torture he had experienced. He knew Suzie was serious so his desire was mixed with some real fear. Suzie stepped back and put her hands on her hips. The leotard was high cut making the most of the beautiful long legs, its tightness showing off her lithe body, "Do you want to fuck me?" Scott was surprised at the question, he was in a bind, say 'yes' and get punished for impertinence say 'no' and Suzie might act (and possibly be) offended. Some games slaves never win. Scott decided honesty was the best policy; in fact she was the first client in weeks that he genuinely desired. Suzie loved having the power and watching Scott struggle was glorious, but she knew she was almost as desperate. She wanted him, she wanted him like she had never wanted a man before. She was terribly clumsy as she released Scott from his bonds and barely heard his cry as she removed the nipple clamps. Released, Scott fell to his knees, exhausted. His nipples feeling as if they were radioactive. He knew he had to try to recover his strength for whatever tortures Suzie still had in mind. Despite the pain, Scott couldn't help liking her, she had a mischievous grin and her sense of fun was almost infectious. Suzie then walked to the other side of the room. Behind the small screen she almost ripped off her leotard and quickly checked her naked body in front of the mirror. It was times like these that all those gruelling sessions in the gym seemed worth it. She picked up a riding crop and walked back to Scott. Suzie tugged at Scott's collar making him get to his feet. He looked so beautiful, he really was the slave-boy she had always wanted. Suzie dropped her crop and took his head in her hands and forced his lips apart and started kissing him with an animal passion. As she pushed herself towards him, she felt his warm penis on her thighs. Scott had been taught obedience, but also knew there were times when he should throw off all restraint and now was one of them. Despite the pain and humiliation she had caused, she was one hot chick! As he held her in his arms, he felt her move him to the bed. They fell onto the bed together, Suzie on top. Suzie let her right hand drop and clasped his now very erect cock and edged it towards her pussy. She then started to ride Scott with a terrible passion. There was no thought in her actions, merely a deep need to take her slave. The force she put into her thrusts meant that she could not last but still her orgasm was like nothing she had ever experienced. She buckled almost immediately, hugging Scott and quickly falling asleep. The next morning they made love again. This time it was slow and romantic. Suzie did not experience the explosive orgasm that she had the previous the evening, but the sex was sweet and indescribably enjoyable. This was making love to a wonderful boy. When they had finished they started flirting shamelessly. They chatted for an age, as if they had known each other for years. Bizarrely Suzie found he was a fellow devotee of Schopenhauer. What bliss, discussing philosophy between bites of a fresh croissant with a naked boy. Scott seemed in no hurry to get rid of her, this was immensely comforting. Her emotions were in turmoil as she sat alone in a wine bar and picked at an expensive salad. Scott had satisfied her deepest needs. He was a fantasy come true. Although she had waited for years to have and torment a slave, after making love for the second time she wondered if she could ever hurt such a sweet boy again. Suzie mused on the ultimate fantasy of having him as a 'house-boy', dressed in some skimpy lingerie, tidying and doing other menial duties all day and being tormented and fucking all night. Her own private prostitute. She thought of the pleasure of offering Scott to her friends and business contacts. She imagined dressing Scott up in some micro shorts and getting him to serve at table and then casually mentioning he was available to any of her guests if they wished to skip coffee. Suzie gulped as she attempted to suppress the wave of erotic pleasure the thought gave her. Her throat was dry and her stomach in turmoil as she tried to control herself. The salad tasted like sawdust. Scott had mentioned that he was planning on going to college. She somehow doubted that Alice would allow her to date him whilst he was with Cartwright and Palmer, but perhaps Scott would like a 'sugar mummy' to help pay for his education. ~ The difficulty was that Scott was finding it difficult to get into college, despite his determination his weak grades were proving a major handicap. With Kate's help he applied to almost twenty institutions, most in the state but others dotted around New England. The difficulty was he was not very good at the interviews, he could never find a formula to explain his poor SAT scores and he received rejection after rejection. This was a real problem, with ten straight rejections he now almost expected to fail, this affected his morale and he no longer made the most of his attractive personality. So it was with a heavy heart that he turned up to another college (which for the purposes of this narrative must remain nameless). Scott did not know what he would do with another failure; he would have willingly got down on his knees to beg the tutor for a place if he thought it would do any good. Entering the room, Scott was amazed to see an elegant middle aged lady sitting behind the desk rather than the crusty old man he was expecting. As he sat down and gave his name, he had a feeling he had met the woman before. The feeling got stronger until the realisation hit him like a freight train, this woman was a client. She looked so different that he had almost not recognised her, but Professor Jane McLeish was without doubt 'Monika'. Somehow he continued to answer her questions, but Scott could not get the vision out of his head of her naked fucking away as if her life depended on it. If Scott was shocked, the good Professor was mortified. Scott looked rather different in a blazer and slacks to the delightful boy she screwed in New York but undoubtedly he was the same. She was no longer listening to what he was saying, she was just waiting for the knowing look and the subtle hint of the possibility of her name getting out if he was not offered admission. Professor McLeish was an internationally recognised expert on ethics and had published some of the leading papers on 'Universal prescriptivism'. If she was known to patronise an expensive brothel, her career would be over in seconds, worse she would be a national, even international, laughing stock if any of her more 'unusual' tastes were known. It took an iron will to continue the interview. She was sure she had seen a glint of recognition in Scott's eyes. When was he going to drop the bombshell? Jane decided to go down with dignity, if Scott so much as hinted at blackmail or favours he might want, she would order him from the room and have her resignation on the Dean's desk by the end of the day. As Jane looked down Scott's CV she saw his current status was recorded as "Management Consultant", she was so distracted she almost asked him about what exactly this involved. Scott was sure it was Monika sitting opposite him. His heart sank. There was no way she would want him on campus. Women like this loved having Scott's company for an hour or two and were prepared to pay handsomely for the privilege, but they wanted nothing to do with him outside their fantasy world. So Scott gave his routine answers and realised he was now on for eleven straight rejections. He was so sad, he had liked Monika, so not only would he fail to get into college but he would lose a long term client. The interview was short, neither realising that Scott had addressed Professor McLeish/Monika as "Mistress" throughout. Jane lived in purgatory for the next few weeks, expecting Scott to contact her any day. She drafted and redrafted her letter of resignation and even started thinking about what she would be able to do after leaving academia. Each morning she waited for a brown envelope with some cryptic threat, but nothing came. Jane knew she could not give in to the blackmail, as when the guy arrived at college he would up the ante wanting cash and better grades, she would never get rid of him. Eventually Jane got a circular stating she had to give all her decisions as to admissions by the end of the month. What was she going to do about Scott? She was still worried if she rejected him he would take his revenge. The first thing was to find out if he had accepted an offer from any other college. This was pretty easy to ascertain as she knew her fellow admissions tutors well, all it took was some 'off the record' telephone calls to find that Scott had loads of rejections. Jane could not be sure that he had not picked up an offer from out-of-state but she could not rely on him going elsewhere. She had to assume he wanted her offer and she would have to face the consequences if she rejected him. Scott Is Used And Abused After sleeping on the problem for a couple of nights Jane knew that there was nothing to be done other than hit the issue head-on. She had to know what the guy wanted. She took several thousand dollars out of the bank, vainly hoping that this might be enough to buy him off. Scott was surprised to see he had been booked by Monika. But he reasoned that different rules applied to successful academics. Perhaps she wanted to deliver the rejection in person to rub his nose in his record of failure. He enjoyed entertaining her, but she always loved humiliating him and causing him serious pain. She had a thing about the riding crop, and his bottom was never spared. He wondered what 'punishments' he would be in for this time. Scott pulled on the silk g-string she always insisted he wore, then squeezed into his tight satin shorts and finally the rest of his 'school boy' uniform. He smiled at how inappropriate this was, as Monika was just about to terminate his scholastic career. But this was what she usually wanted him to wear and one can never disappoint a client. Scott looked in the mirror and tried to smile, but it would not come, this was going to be one of the most depressing dates he had ever had. Scott saw Monika in the bar drinking her habitual martini 'stirred not shaken'. When she spotted him she gave an irritated flick of her hand indicating he should follow her. When they got to 'Dungeon 6', Scott fell on his knees, "Mistress, it is a pleasure to see you again. How can I serve you?" Jane was amazed, still no hint at the subject of their recent meeting, "OK Scott, cut the crap, we need to have a serious chat. Are you still planning on going to college?" Scott sat on one of the shiny PVC covered tables, "Yes mistress I still have a few applications outstanding and if I don't get in this year, I can always apply next. I was thinking of how to bulk up my CV." "What about my college?" "I would love to go there but I know you could never allow this. I don't think you would want to see one of your sluts attending your lectures. I quite understand, I promise." Jane could not believe what she had heard. She had put herself through a whole month of total hell and the boy never had any intention of blackmailing her. All her thoughts of selling real estate in Arkansas could be forgotten. She had always enjoyed some great orgasms when she took Scott to bed, but this was better than any of them. She almost felt herself hyperventilating, she was free. Jane just about managed to control herself, but she was in no mood to give Scott his normal beating, all she wanted to do was make love. Today she really meant 'make love' not 'have sex'. At then end of a wonderful, wonderful evening, she slept on Scott's chest, emotionally and sexually satisfied as never before. As Scott collected his clothes, Jane motioned him over and said, "Scott I meant to bring you your offer letter, but I am afraid I managed to forget it. Sorry. I promise to get it in the post on Monday." Scott could not believe his ears. He was going to college after all! He did not know how to thank Monika (he could never think of her as Jane or Professor McLeish). He knelt, still naked, by the bed and kissed her, "Mistress, you are my idol. Even when I am a poor undergraduate and you are my exalted professor, I hope you will allow me to continue to serve you." Jane smiled, the thought of having Scott freely available on campus would be bliss. When Scott had left the room he almost jumped for joy, 'Monika you darling, darling woman, I love you. You have literally transformed my life'. This would make Kate so happy as she had always been so ambitious for her 'favourite nephew'. He couldn't believe his luck, after telling Miss Mendoza the news, he had promised her that he would work at Cartwright and Palmer over the vacations and of course attend the Tunisian parties. But he knew his whoring days would soon be at an end and he would be going to the well paid employment that was open to all philosophy graduates.