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She Crawls Ch. 01

By: bbonz1



THE INTERVIEW

"Is what I hear about you true?" The question came poised with a suggestive lilt in the voice, the tip of her tongue nervously exploring suddenly dry lips. Alex knew exactly what she was referring to, but years of paranoia forced him to skirt the issue. Better safe than sorry.

"It depends. What do you hear about me?" The first step in the game was being played, although the woman seated across from him didn't realize it. Getting a woman to admit, out loud, that she might be interested in his services represented a big step. And it was, he admitted, a bit of fun to watch them squirm as they struggled to politely articulate their desires, without seeming too interested.

The woman shifted in her seat, her fingers absently tapping on the sweat-soaked cocktail glass that sat between them. He watched as the beginning of a blush colored the tips of her ears, at the same time shading her delicate neck. It would be fun exploring this one, turning her. He loved all women, of all shapes and sizes. He was proud that he'd never rejected a woman in need based on her looks; everyone deserved a chance to grow. But at the same time, he didn't deny his own desires, the need for a woman who fit certain characteristics, as dictated by his hormones, experience and imagination. 

This woman, Melissa, more closely fit his ideal than any woman in a long time, save his wife. Fit and athletic, she measured about four inches shorter than his six feet. Nicely shaped, with smallish breasts, she had the larger butt that small-breasted women always seemed to possess. At least the ones that weren't bulimic or anorexic. Short blond hair nicely framed her classic face; the girl next door in her tomboy days. Her normally self-assured features now displayed embarrassment mixed with arousal. It was a look he knew very well.

"Is it true what Ann told me?" she tried again, hoping to shift the onus of conversation onto him. It was the play of a woman who likes to be in control, he decided. But the topic of conversation had placed her on uneven ground. He could rescue her, of course. Rescue and manipulate her. But he liked these first steps of the game too much. And toying with her now would only help her to appreciate what was to come. No! What might come, he admonished himself. Never assume you know where it's going to lead.

He threw her a little line. "Well, Ann introduced the two of us for a reason. What do you think it is?"

The question hung in the air for a moment, the pink on her ears darkening just a bit. "Well, Ann said you helped her out a while ago. Helped her...grow." He smiled, having anticipated this direction. For some, it was easier to talk of such things in the third person, to explore the subject before allowing it to become more personal. He felt faintly disappointed that they would follow this path, but experience taught him that the more in-control a woman acted, the less likely she could say "I need."

He nodded at her, his smile encouraging, as she continued, "She said that when some people need a little extra in their lives, you can provide it."

It was always tempting to go in for the kill here, to get right to the point. And the urge with this sexy woman manifested more strongly than usual. Instead, he tried a different tack. "It sounds as if you don't approve of Ann's decision."

"No, no, I didn't mean that at all," she exclaimed, her fear of being misunderstood brushing away the embarrassment of the subject. "I can see where some women might need that in their lives. Where some might have had a bad childhood, or whatever, and want more, um, structure. But as long as I've known her, Ann's always had it together. I mean, she and her husband have the perfect marriage."

She left it hanging there as a challenge. She's ready, Alex thought. Let's get her involved. "Let's talk about having the perfect marriage, and being the perfect Mom. Take yourself for example. How long have you been married?"

"About seven years," she replied, her hands back to toying with the glass.

Seven years, five months and fourteen days, Alex pulled from his vast internal file on this woman. "And your husband, he has a full-time career? And you have, what, two children?" She nodded. "And you work full time? Again she nodded. "So let's say, here you are, the modern American woman, you've got a full-time career with all these responsibilities, and you come home and you've got two children and a husband to take care of, and more responsibilities with the house. Are you with me so far? Have I exaggerated anything?"

She smiled, acknowledging in the set of her shoulders and the lifted chin that everything rang true. 

"And so here you have to make dozens of decisions a day. The ones you make at work are dependent upon the reputation you've built up there, right? And the ones you make at home depend upon the trust you've built with your husband. His name is Jack, right?"

She nodded at him, this time a fleeting suspicion crossing her face before her mask of measured interest slipped back on. It's too late, thought Alex. You and I are heading to the same place.

"OK. So suppose, just suppose, that this woman wants to take a break from making decisions. A vacation's not going to do it, because there's all that planning, and everybody still relying on her. She could stay home, but there's the kids. She could head off with hubby, but he still needs some pampering. And besides, she really needs more than just a break from decisions. She needs to get out of that rut. She's in a rut everywhere. At work, at home, with her friends, even in the bedroom. Why, when she and her husband make love, they choose from five positions, tops. Or more accurately, he chooses. The few times she gets what she wants, it's packaged to feel like a gift, instead of something she deserves. With me so far?"

She leaned forward in her seat, her blouse opening so he can see the bra cups, if he was so inclined to look. Keep your eyes on her eyes, Alex told himself. Now's not the time to get caught up in lust. Never underestimate an intelligent woman. "So you're thinking, 'you know, if I could just get out of that rut in the bedroom, it'll help me get started on the rest. And it's just my husband I have to change.' But it's not that easy, is it? Because you've got this need not to be in charge conflicting with this need to initiate change, which would put you in charge. Right? 

"Now, suppose that there is a way to not be in charge in the bedroom, but to still try new things. I think you know what it is. I think you and Ann have talked about it. I think you've been thinking about giving your husband total control, in a controlled situation."

He watched as she took a long, slow sip from her glass. This, finally, was what she had come to talk about. Though she tried to create an air of disinterest, he could see the interest in her eyes. Why do so many people try and deny their interest in discussing sex, he wondered for the millionth time.

"There's a problem with that plan, though." He watched as several emotions flew across her face. He saved her from further confusion, "Suppose you suggest that to your husband. From a guy's point of view, what is he going to think? One, what's wrong with the way things are right now? We're doing it twice a week. I make sure she has an orgasm every so often. What's to change? Two, sure, I'd like to be able to do the harem thing, order her to do everything I want. But what would she think of me afterward? Would she think I'm some sort of pig? And, of course, you'd share those same reservations. What will he think of me if I suggest that he, oh, spank me for instance, or force me to expose myself to another man?"

Alex paused for a sip of his drink, noticing the small bumps her hardened nipples made against her blouse. He was pleased to have gotten such a positive reaction to those two 'hypothetical' suggestions. It was important to determine a woman's desires early in the game. 

"So we get down to the crux of it," he continued. "What if a woman could have a safe, short-term alternative to going to her husband and pleading for a change? What if there existed someone who could help her out of this rut, could direct her growth. Someone she could trust implicitly, because her friends trusted him. Would you be interested in meeting such a person?"

"You're married," she noted, nodding to his wedding ring. No, thought Alex, what you want to say is that you're married, and you want to know how you can rationalize cheating on your husband. He decided to inject some doubt into the conversation, to see what she would do. "Yes, I'm married. And, I'd like to take this moment to remind you of two things: so far, we've only talked in hypotheticals, and I never said I'd be this person you want to meet."

At this news she visibly sank in her chair, her mask of studied indifference falling away, hopefully never to be seen again. Finally I get to see the real Melissa, Alex thought, just a little turned on by the confusion in her eyes. With luck, I'll get to see more of that.

"I say that," he continued, "because there have been women who have tried to take advantage of this conversation, for the purpose of blackmail or some other kind of leverage. Not that I believe that to be the case right now. For instance, if you were a cop, there wouldn't be nearly enough evidence to convict. And if you do have blackmail in mind, you should know that my wife knows about everything, and allows it, because although she likes to experiment with alternatives, she knows my needs are a little stronger. So as far as my wife goes, she knows the truth."

Deftly, Alex switched from the hypothetical to reality, drawing her along with the current. "In terms of your husband, were you to pursue this, the choice would be entirely up to you. I have counseled couples together, but frankly, it doesn't sound like your husband would be interested. In fact, I make it a rule to only take couples where the husband approaches me first. That way, I know he's on line with this, and he won't come searching for me with a gun. 

"Also, I have protections that would allow me to prove that anything that happens would be consensual. As to what most women tell their husbands, well, most decide that silence does the least harm, and makes it easiest to generate the most good. Again, the choice is up to you. I will say that if you decide to tell your husband, that you tell me in advance, because there's a certain form that I'd want him to sign."

He sat back as she took a moment to digest all this. He could tell she hadn't decided on the overall concept yet, but if she went with it, she wouldn't be telling her husband. Lack of communication kept him in business, but it was still a very sad state of affairs...so to speak. 

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her hardened nipples once again creating small nubs in her blouse. This time Alex allowed himself to appreciate her as a sexual being, pleased that she accepted his gaze without condemnation. "If I agree, what would be the next step?" she asked, straightening in her seat. 

"Should you agree, the next step would be for you to buy me dinner, at which point we would work out all the details. But Melissa, before you make a decision, it's important for me to know that you understand what you're getting into. What exactly would happen between us?"

He marveled once more at how easy it was to go from the hypothetical to reality. How very, very, easy. She blushed full face this time. "We...we would, you know, have sex, and you would tell me what to do. And, I, I would try things I haven't, you know, tried with Jack."

He smiled reassuringly, glanced around to ensure their privacy, then looked intently into her face. "Sort of," he agreed. "More accurately, you would agree to be my sex slave, totally submissive to my wishes. For the entire five hours we're together each time, you will be totally under my control. You will dress as I tell you, undress as I tell you, speak as I tell you, do as I tell you, and be rewarded and punished at my whim." He warmed to his topic, pleased to see her face flush again, and not from embarrassment. "You will be expected to do everything I say, with enthusiasm, without question."

He leaned even closer. "If, for instance, I order you to play with yourself, you will. If, for instance, I order you to suck me off, you will. If I order you to show your tits to some teen in a party store, you will. If I feel you need a good spanking, you will immediately prepare yourself for it. If I want you to talk dirty, you will. If I want you to crawl naked through the mud, you will. If I order you to debase yourself, you will." He watched her carefully after each suggestion, noting her reactions for future reference. "You will do everything you're asked, trusting that I know your limits, and that I would never allow any harm to come to you. And because you're only doing as you're told, there's no judging or guilt involved. That's what you would be agreeing to."

She sucked the last of her drink from the glass as he got up to leave. "The choice is yours," he stated, leaving her to her thoughts with a warm smile. "The choice is yours."




To be continued in much more explicit detail...

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She Crawls Ch. 02



THE DECISION

Melissa felt a warm breath on the back of her neck and smiled. She'd known by Jack's mood all evening that he'd want some that night. Accordingly, she'd dressed for the possibility, wearing just a short t-shirt and panties. She'd long ago given up trying to wear lingerie to excite him; he liked her better in something she might wear to the beach.

What scenario will it be tonight, she wondered. Jack only had a few different ways to approach her, and since she never failed to accommodate him, he tended to stick to the tried and true. She murmured encouragement as his left hand brushed over her arm and captured her breast. Jack loved to fondle her breasts almost as much as he liked to fuck, which lately wasn't saying much. Squeeze, squeeze, pinch, pinch, rub, rub; his sequence never seemed to change. She nestled back against him, not surprised to find him already hard. She hardly ever wondered anymore whether she inspired him so, or whether it was the fake beauties he watched every night on the Playboy Channel. Truth be told, it hardly even mattered.

She reached down and squeezed his dick. In response, his hand left her breast and traveled down her stomach, sliding inside her panties. Only by hunching his back could he reach down to her sex, and he waited not a moment on the outside before plunging his finger inside her. She let out a moan. She very much wanted to be eaten tonight, to orgasm hard enough to drain the tension from her. But this particular scenario didn't allow such a personal touch. Jack wanted straight sex, on top, quick, clean and urgent. At least this way wasn't as bad as when he had a few beers with the guys. Then he did his 'Me Tarzan' routine, plunging inside her without the least bit of foreplay. Sometimes he didn't even remove her clothes, just stretching her panties aside.

Other times he played the sensitive lover, bathing her body in kisses, licking her until she orgasmed. Occasionally he did the please, please me thing, pulling her hand to his dick, and encouraging her to do her best to pleasure him. And that was about as imaginative as it got. 

So she wasn't surprised when he rolled her on her back, pinning her arms to the bed while positioning his torso between her legs. She looked down, seeing the heaviness of his dick stretching the front of his boxers. Even in the gloom, she could see dark, wet spots freckling his shorts; he'd been playing with himself for some time. 

She decided to try to get him more involved. "Jack," she purred, "what if you tied me up, right here, right now? Then I'd be helpless...you could have your way with me." She'd tried this before, but maybe now, in this aroused state...

"Why would I do that when I have you right where I want you," he murmured, before sliding his tongue into her mouth and cutting off any reply. 

They kissed passionately, and Melissa did her best to try and reach the back of his throat with her tongue, which always drove him wild. I can pretend, she thought. I can pretend that my arms are strapped to the bedposts, and this man is having his way with me. Just then, she felt his weight shift backwards, and her arms released from the bed. Clumsily, he removed his boxers, and then slid her panties off, pausing just a moment to press his fingers to her sex. Then he slid her t-shirt up, stopped only to lick each nipple, positioned himself over her, and slid his dick smoothly inside of her. 

She tried to find the illusion again but it evaded her. Instead, all she could see was her sweaty husband bobbing in and out of her, doing it all his way, but expecting her full cooperation. As per the script built up over seven years, she spread her legs wide at first, giving him full access without much friction. Occasionally, she would lift her legs high, which gave her some modicum of pleasure, but to which Jack objected, pushing her legs back down. Finally, when he told her he was close, she would put her legs flat against the bed, making herself tight for him. He always orgasmed inside of her, always pulled out right away, always flopped back to his side of the bed, always gave her breast a quick squeeze, and always said, "Wow, that was great." Tonight he followed the script to the letter. Again.

As she searched for her panties on the floor, Melissa thought back to Alex's proposition. I'm gonna go for it, she decided. She didn't know what surprised her more. That she'd made that decision. Or that she'd made it with her husband's semen still dripping from her vagina. 



THE ORIENTATION

Alex watched Melissa carefully cut and eat her chicken, as precise in this as she seemed to be in every aspect of her life. As always, he admired the courage it took to try such a radical thing as he proposed. He hoped she would have the courage to see it through. She could grow through it, release some of that ever-present tension, and have some much needed fun along the way.

Occasionally, he'd see signs on her face of the struggle raging inside. She wanted to know what came next. She wanted to talk about it now. But evidently balancing that impatience was the decision to let him lead. He was already taking control. And though it made her somewhat afraid, he could tell that it reassured her as well.

After finishing their meal, and allowing Melissa to pay for it, they retreated to his car, parked at the edge of the lighted parking lot. He took the drivers seat, she sat on the passenger side. A nearby streetlight cast just enough light so he could read her face, which looked just a little more frightened. She probably thinks we're going to start right now, he thought, smiling inwardly.

"Before we do anything, you need to sign this little contract I made up. It's not legally binding in a court of law, but it will protect both of us. Basically, it says that we're doing this as a form of sexual therapy, and that any money that changes hands is for the payment of services rendered to that end. In theory, this will keep me out of jail for prostitution. In practice, it's just a little extra protection. And if you decide not to go through with this, I'll shred my copy in your presence."

Melissa signed quickly, checking the box stating that she did not and would not reveal his identity to her husband or anyone else, without Alex's express permission. He then showed her a copy of his latest STD and AIDS test, and gave her the name of two doctors where she could go for her test, plus a place to leave the results for him. On money, he'd decided to charge her the full rate, but not the premium one, based on the credit and income information he'd gotten from his sources. With someone as sexy as her, it was always tempting to lower the rate to better her chances of acceptance. But, he cautioned himself, many times the pretty ones were the most trouble. As it was, she barely flinched when he quoted a price of $350 a session, plus expenses, with her picking up dinner, room costs and the like.

"And the next step is..." she asked, shifting a little uncomfortably in her seat.

"The next step is that we set up for Session One, and you prove to me that you're capable of following my instructions to the letter. Remember, if you go into this thing with your full enthusiasm, you'll get more out of it than you ever dreamed. 

"So here's what I want you to do," he continued. "We'll be meeting again exactly one week from today at 5:30 pm. You'll get the exact location when you drop off your test results; we'll assume for now that you're free of any little critters. The morning of your first session, I will call and reserve a room in your name. When you arrive, all you have to do is claim your reservation and pay for it. I recommend cash. Walk up to the room, knock on the door, and I'll let you in."

He gave her a soft smile. "Of course, there's a few tasks you'll have to perform between now and then." As expected, she glanced down at her clothing, and then around the parking lot. He laughed. "Relax. Tonight's activities are limited to orientation only. The first thing I want you to do is buy some special clothes to wear that night. I'm thinking a nice garter ensemble...bra, high-cut panties, garter, stockings, a little throat piece. In...blue, I think, to go with your eyes. Lacy, too. And sheer. 

"Wear the panties so you can take them off without removing the garters. Wear high heel shoes, but not so big that you can't walk. Over that, wear your usual business attire. Skirt or slacks, your choice. You're not going to be wearing it for long. On to other things. Don't bring your purse in...just your car keys. Believe it or not, one woman tried to tape record our session for blackmail, so I'm very paranoid about that. Obviously, you want to shave your legs that morning. I don't want to waste time on that. Are we clear so far?"

"I think so," she replied, concentrating on what he said.

"Good. If you disappoint me, you'll know it. Now, remember, once you walk in that door, you're mine. I own you. You have to do everything I say, no matter how embarrassing it may feel. You have to trust me that I know what I'm doing, that I'm taking you where you want to go, even though the path we use to get there may seem to be going the wrong way. Now, I want you to remember this word: Blazer. If I should ask you to do something you can't possibly do, could never force yourself to do, you just say 'Blazer.' Using it doesn't mean I won't make you follow my orders, but it does alert me to your discomfort. In all the times I've done this, only three women have used their word. And in only one case did we change direction."

"Blazer," she said under her breath, committing it to memory. 

"Your first session is going to be tough," he continued. "You're going to learn how to relinquish all control, how to act like a slave, and how to please your master. Would you like to know a little about what we'll do?"

He knew she did, just by the way her breathing shortened. "Yes."

"OK, just a small preview. First, I'll teach you your place in the world. You'll strip for me, show off your body, as though you were a slave that I'd just purchased. Next, you'll learn how I like my women to act, how I insist that they greet me, and what parts of your body that I consider most important. Then, we'll work on your positions. There are several positions that you must be able to take at the drop of a hat, all designed to please me. Finally, I'll use you for my own pleasure. And if you're a good girl, a sexy girl, and an obedient girl, I may let you have an orgasm. Although that's by no means guaranteed."

He watched as she nervously spread and closed her legs, obviously turned on but scared at the same time. Good. He'd given her something to think about all week. And if she had the guts to show up next week, she'd be all the more prepared.



SECOND THOUGHTS

Melissa turned off the car and looked thoughtfully at the hotel wing. Not surprisingly, Alex had specified a suite at the back, away from all the other business travelers. And in the middle of the week it was unlikely someone would check in next door. Besides, Alex seemed to have an accommodation with the desk clerk, or else how could he get into the room before she had paid for it? She wondered just how much the desk clerk knew.

During the preceding week she'd been a bundle of nervous energy. Whenever she tried not to think about today, it would spring to mind that much more vividly. And often the damning thoughts would float into her mind completely unbidden, sometimes even getting her wet with anticipation. She'd even had erotic dreams during the week, in which Alex or someone else held her captive, and she was forced to trade sex for food. Fragments of these dreams haunted her, and their appearance often turned into elaborate daydreams. Several times, while Jack watched sports in the living room, she retired to bed early and masturbated, something she'd rarely done since the boys were born.

The previous night had been especially frustrating. She had an insatiable need for Jack to just take her, wham-bam-no questions maam. It would've been a perfect night for his Tarzan routine. But no, he'd come to bed all wimpy and sensitive. "What do you want?" he'd whispered in her ear. "Tell me just how you want it." She tried to tell him to take her, now, like an animal. But he persisted in making her make all the decisions. And even though she had ordered him to take her, the very order itself took away all the power, and the act was just as routine and mechanical as the last few years had been. 

Her pager shook her from her reverie. Someone at the office needed her to make a decision. Well, they would just have to wait. She was going to get fucked. 

She tentatively knocked on the door. "Come in," she heard a muffled voice say from within. Trying the door, she found it locked. Well, how...oh, duh. You've got a key, dummy, she told herself. 

It didn't take long for her eyes to adjust inside. Nearly every light was on, though the drapes were drawn. The room was the same type she'd stayed in on several business trips, the same chain with locations around the country. Fireplace (unlit), mini-kitchen, love seat and stuffed chairs, dining table and chairs, obligatory TV and VCR, and a separate bedroom. Alex sat facing her in one of the chairs, dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt. 

"Put your keys in the box in the closet," he ordered, nodding to her right. She bent and had just dropped her keys in when his voice interrupted, "No, no. That's not right. I like my women to bend from the waist, none of that mamby-pamby kneeling stuff. From now on, whenever you have to bend, do it at the waist. Pick up your keys and do it again."

What the hell? Confused, she bent to get her keys so she could drop them again, when he addressed her again, an edge to his voice, "What part of that did you not understand? I want you to bend at the waist every time! Not that you need to know, but I like to look at your butt. Now if you're gonna do this, you're gonna do it right. You do still want to do this, don't you?"

"Yes," she replied, voice trembling, feeling disconcertingly off-balance.

"OK, then. I'm giving you two points for that. Every time you do something that I don't like, I'm gonna give you points. It's up to you to keep track of them. If you forget how many, I'll estimate it...and I tend to go on the high side. Now, let's try it again," he ordered.

This time she carefully bent at the waist, staying in that position for several seconds at his command. For the first time, she noticed the sounds of a radio emanating from the box. She was too afraid to ask why.

"Good. Now come over here so I can get a closer look at you." She stood before him, feeling his eyes undress her. Of course, he will be undressing me soon. And then he'd see how wet her panties already were. She'd decided to wear a business pant suit for the day. She'd changed into her new sexy underwear in the women's lounge at work; she didn't want to explain to Jack why she would want to go to work in such an uncomfortable get-up. Even at his densest, Jack would notice that.

She spun slowly at Alex's bidding. "Take off the jacket, put it in the box, and return to me."

It would get wrinkled, but somehow she knew any protest would be futile...and maybe dangerous. "Two more points!" he called out, when she forgot to bend at the waist. Damn! That made what, four? Getting points couldn't be good. She picked her jacket up, and did it again, thrusting her butt out and receiving sarcastic applause for her effort.

She could just up and leave at any time, she reminded herself, standing again in front of Alex, this time with her arms stretched high above her head. As she faced him, she saw the predatory look in his eyes, the unhidden lust. I could leave, she repeated. If only I wasn't so hot.





INITIATION

Alex admired the lines of her body as she stood before him. In her tight blouse and pleated pants, she could easily be dropped into a harem movie, or play a serving girl. Good thing I don't work at this one's company, he thought. I'd be hard all the time. He had her spin around one more time, her arms stretched high over her head. Sometimes a move like this in front of a stranger could feel more prying to a woman than if she was naked.

From his conversations with Melissa, he knew she wasn't comfortable with the stares she usually drew from men. Even with her husband she was discrete; they always made love in the dark, though she had many rationalizations for that. Soon, he'd know more than her husband about her body. It would make her very uncomfortable. Which is why Alex liked this part so much.

He allowed his eyes to linger on her breasts, trying to discern the exact contours through her blouse. He felt himself hardening, turned on by the potential of the situation. He had to decide which direction to take. Was he taking it easy on her because his instinct told him to slow down? Or because he didn't want her to bolt? Probably more of the latter. Time to change that.

"I want you to remove your blouse now. First, untuck it from your slacks, and then unbutton it from the bottom up. Let it fall open when you're done."

He watched closely as she followed his directions, never looking him straight in the eye. When she began to shrug it off her shoulders he stopped her with a quick "No, wait for my command. Add four points to your total. And now you can let your top slide to the floor." 

She'd selected a royal blue bra, with entirely too much lace, as it covered far too much of her breasts. Worse, the fabric was too thick, as he could not see the sexy dark outlines of her nipples, only the small bumps marking their arousal.

"Not bad...but not great. Now, face to my left, and unhook and unzip your slacks. Good. Pull them down off your hips, and then, bending at the waist, pull them all the way to the floor, and hold that position. I want to get a good look at my new slave."

The panties were sufficiently high cut, with the garters disappearing below the blue satin, signalling that she'd following his directions pertaining to the order in which she'd dressed. He admired her slim, trim legs, and the curve of her firm butt. He especially liked the way the slip of fabric disappeared within the rounded flesh, all but begging him to go find it. All in all, this Melissa was a sexy, supple package. He couldn't imagine living with her and not exploring the whole gamut of sexual expression. Well, some men just didn't know how lucky they were.

He circled around her, aware of his growing erection, and his growing power over her. "It's time for you to learn the facts of life. Number one: while you are in this room, I own you, completely, without question. You are like a tool to bring me pleasure. I can use you however I want. If I want you to suck me for five hours, you will do it. If I want to film you playing with yourself, I will. And you'll do exactly as I say."

He ran his fingers down her spine, enjoying the feel of her body shuddering at his touch. "Number two: You are no longer a woman here, a fellow creature of mankind. You are now an animal, a creature to do man's bidding. My bidding. No act will be too perverse, no order too obscene. Because you are an animal, no longer bound or protected by the rules of man."

He motioned her to sit in the armless chair in the middle of the room, touching her hair, shoulders and arms as he circled her. Her eyes tracked him fearfully, but her erect nipples, wet panties and shortened breathing told him she was enjoying this, at least on one level.

"Number three: This body of your's, these legs, your ass, your tits, only serve to make more attractive your most important part...your cunt. The only reason you can walk around is to carry your cunt from man to man. When you spread your legs, it's because every cock belongs in your cunt." As he'd predicted, she'd flinched every time he'd said one of the two C's: cock and cunt. She didn't feel comfortable around dirty language. But language was power, as she'd soon learn.




She Crawls Ch. 02



"Number four: Because you are an animal, my animal, we will use the language of animals. You no longer have breasts and a vagina. You have tits and a cunt. You no longer perform oral sex. You suck my cock. You'll show me your ass. You'll lick my balls. You'll play with your pussy. You'll jack me off. You'll do it all dirty, because you're just an animal to be used. Used by me."

He'd done this speech almost a hundred times, changing it along the way for maximum effect. And he was getting exactly the effect he wanted with this one. Part of her was confused, vulnerable. But a larger part was turned on. She'd wanted to be stripped of responsibility, to be pushed out of her rut, and now she was getting her fantasy, and then some. 

He paused behind her, silent for a moment, and rested his hands on her shoulders. He welcomed her flinch, and then slowly, deliberately, slid his hands down her chest, his fingers slipping beneath the bra, pressing against the mounds of her tits. He palmed both of them, squeezing and releasing several times, enjoying the warm softness, before bending to whisper in her ear. "Number five: Because I own you, I want you to be the best. And the only way to assure that is through discipline. You will be spanked, often, without mercy, to help you remember who is in charge. Those points you're racking up are punishment points, and each one equals one swat. Right now you have eight, just enough to give your ass a nice pink color. And I like giving spankings." 

He released her breasts and leaned her forward, unclipping her bra strap in the back. "Take off that bra. It's ugly," he ordered harshly. "I thought I told you I wanted it sheer. Already you're disappointing me. Add five more points to your total."

He walked around to face her, pleased to see she looked chastened. She had nice tits, good-sized B's, that didn't need any support from a bra. Somewhat pointy-shaped, they were capped with quarter-sized pink aureolas, and buttonish brown nipples. Her nipples conveniently pointed up and out, where a man could easily suck them from many positions. 

His erection throbbed. From here he could follow many paths, as long as he accomplished the short list of goals he'd set for this session. It was time for a personal pleasure break.

"Kneel," he ordered her, putting her head at his belt level. She licked her lips, but he decided to throw her a curve. "Untie my shoes...with your teeth." She paused only a moment before bending far down, putting the laces in her mouth and tugging on them. He admired the slope of her back, the hard nubs of her spine disappearing back into the valley between her ass cheeks. She sat back up, interrupting his view. "Did I tell you to sit up?" he demanded. "Add two more points to your total, and now lean back down there!"

He had her remove his shoes with her hands, and tug off his sock with her teeth, precipitating a balancing act that he could've avoided with a chair, but didn't for fear of showing his own lack of preparedness. Finally, he brought her back to her kneeling position. The nearness of her face to his groin made him sway with anticipation.

"Undo my belt, unbutton my pants, and pull the zipper down." He waited as she completed this task. "Now, holding the waistband of my boxers in your teeth, pull my pants down." The hot feel of her skin against his waist was heavenly, as was the way he felt her tremble against him. "Now pull my jeans from my legs, and return to your kneeling position."

Time for the first lesson. "My cock is your real master, and it's time for you to make your first promise. So repeat after me: This cock is the most important cock in my life. I will do anything for and to it. I will lick it, suck it, hold it, rub it, touch it, fuck it, and welcome it into any part of my body, especially my cunt. I promise to serve this cock as well as I can, and expect to be punished if I don't. I give my body to this cock."

Alex carefully listened as she repeated his words, phrase by phrase, stumbling just a bit over the two C words. He'd take care of that soon. But first...

He folded his arms across his chest, towering over her. "Now, pull my cock out with your hands, and make sure you expose my balls, too." Her hands were cool against his skin, a small oasis amid the heated surface of his skin. "Start, with your tongue, at the base of my balls, and lick all the way to the tip of my cock, pausing there to kiss it." Her soft, pliant tongue left a delicious trail of saliva up the underside of his tool, and the kiss on his circumsized head was warm and sensuous. She even licked some of the pre-cum from the tip. 

He walked her through it for several minutes, instructing her on how he liked to be sucked, licked, nibbled and catered to. She had a talented mouth, and he decided then and there to take as much advantage of it as possible. Finally, as the pressure neared the exploding point, he pushed her away, telling her she'd done a fair job, although it had been exquisite.

Now it was time for a little visual stimulation, to give his body a little rest. He ordered her to pull the ottoman close, and had her bend over and lean on it, facing away from him. Her shapely ass stood only inches from his face. He admired the muscles in the backs of her legs, the firmness of her butt, and the way her tits hung down underneath. Too bad her panties weren't sheer enough to expose her pussy; he always liked how that first glimpse enhanced his pleasure. Still...

"Pull your panties down without leaving this position. Make sure you kick them away. I want you to be able to spread your legs far apart."

She looked back at him warily, using first one hand and then the other to slide her panties back over her butt, and down to the floor, where she kicked them off. All of Alex's attention, however, was focused on the smooth slit in front of his face. The pungent smell of her wafted back to him. He loved to see them this way, vulnerable, unable to see what he was doing, and ready for the taking. However much this one strained to see, she could only rely on her sense of touch and hearing. Not knowing would make her feel vulnerable, and ultimately heighten the pleasure.

To be continued...

Note: This is a previously written story. While I value your suggestions, I cannot incorporate them. I hope this does not detract from your enjoyment. 



She Crawls Ch. 03



Exploration

Melissa felt the roughness of his hands on her butt, first the right cheek and then the left. What was he doing back there? She longed to be taken. She'd been ready for it for ages now. With Jack, there was only two options when she went down on him: either he orgasmed, or he flopped on top of her and took her. She'd never, ever been with a man who'd stopped her. She'd done all right, she felt. Alex's penis wasn't as long as Jack's, but it was thicker around. She'd felt him quivering, and he hadn't given her any punishment points. So why the wait?

She moaned inwardly as she felt two thumbs find the folds of her vagina. They slowly, languidly rubbed up and down, parting the lips only when they met in the middle. She longed to see what he was doing, what he had planned. One finger probed her anus and she instinctively moved away. "Stay still," he commanded, painfully pulling her back. Again the finger found the rim, and then oh-so-slowly began to press inside. Uncomfortable, but not hurting, she clenched her teeth, hoping he wouldn't penetrate her there without lubrication. In a few seconds he withdrew the few centimeters he'd gone in, and she again felt him fingering her vagina.

A warm breath and a wet tickle announced his intention to lick her. Finally, some relief! She bent farther down to give him better access, which he used to lick the length of her lips. After a few preliminary licks, she felt his tongue probe inside her, his wetness meeting hers. He lingered inside her, lapping up the moisture, exploring every inch of her inner halls. She paid particular attention to the times when his tongue left her, hoping he would soon stand up and drive his hard tool inside her. It wasn't her favorite position, but at this point anything would do. 

She heard him sit back. "Turn over and lay on the ottoman," he told her. She did as he said, her butt on the edge and her torso propped up by her arms. Good. She liked to see a guy's eyes when he orgasmed; it made her feel powerful. But why hadn't he pulled his penis out of his shorts?

"It's time for you to learn some manners," he began. What? She wanted to scream at him. Who cares about manners! I'm laying here, sopping wet, for you to take! "You may think you're in charge right now, but you're not," he continued, really getting her attention. "Spreading your legs for me doesn't impress me. I own you. I can have you at any time. Any time. Whether you want it or not." Could he read her mind? Was she that transparent? She was starting to get it now.

"Tonight you're going to learn a lot of rules. Now here's two more. First, what you call me and how you answer me. While you may think you're a slave, you're not. You have to earn that position, and you haven't even come close. Which means you can't call me Master yet. Instead, you'll call me Sir. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," she answered, still bewildered by this new direction.

"Which brings up another point. Everytime I ask you a question, you answer 'Yes Sir' or 'No Sir,' with the question included in your answer. For instance, if I ask you 'Do you understand?' you would answer, 'Yes sir, I understand.'" Or, if I ask you 'Do you like to finger-fuck yourself?' you would answer, 'Yes sir, I love to finger-fuck myself.' Do you understand?"

She paused to phrase it right, "Yes sir, I understand."

"Good, because every time you forget to say Sir tonight, you'll get two punishment points. And every time you forget the second part, you'll get another one. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir, I understand."

"Very good. Now, spread your legs a little wider. I want to see your cunt. Good. I've noticed you don't like the word 'cunt.' Too bad. Because as far as I'm concerned, that's what you are," he said harshly, as she felt herself coloring. "Your pointy tits, your flat tummy, your sexy legs all exist for one reason, as pretty wrapping around your cunt. You don't believe me? Think about it. When men look at you with that gleam in their eye, you think they just want a little kiss. No! They want to get in your cunt! Every guy except your husband wants to be in your cunt. Lot's of women do too. You think lesbians spend all night kissing and tickling? No, their lips always end up on their cunts. It's a powerful word for a powerful place, and until you acknowledge it, you'll never really get it.

"So, repeat after me, he ordered. "'My name is Cunt.'"

She felt herself near tears, looking hatefully up at him from between her legs. Suddenly she felt horribly exposed as his eyes raked up and down her body. It was a nasty word. Her mother had forbidden it. And the one time she'd used it to a neighbor who'd been flirting with Jack, she'd regretted being so mean. And now he was going to call her that every time? It was time to stop all this...

"What are you waiting for?" he demanded. "I expected more from you. It's just a word, you know. And a word only has meaning, only has power, when you give it some. So whether I call you Cunt or Zalafrax shouldn't matter. You will use this word, or by god I'll tan your hide," he threatened while simulating a swat. "Now say it."

She drew a deep breath, looking up from where her vagina lay open to his glowering eyes. She could do this. "My name is cunt," she whispered, staring resolutely at him. It felt dirty to say.

"Louder."

"My name is cunt," she said, raising her voice. 

"Louder!"

"My name is cunt," she fairly screamed at him, hating his satisfied grin.

"You are a cunt. Repeat it."

She did, over and over again, until she was emphasizing the hard 'c' of the word, and feeling its echo come up from her belly. It felt degrading and dirty and nasty, but as she lay there exposing herself to this man, she decided that, yes, she could be his cunt. Besides, how much worse could it get?

He ordered her to stand up, and she did, confident that she could handle whatever would come next. Which is why she longed to scream "What the hell!" when he pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers. With one hand on her butt and the other hand on the back of her head, his lips pressed against hers so hard that their teeth clicked together. His tongue swirled inside her mouth, the tip exploring every inch like a snake in a box. She pushed and squirmed away from him, finally breaking his grip on her head, though he still held her by the arm.

"You, you..." she started to accuse him, stopping when she saw an annoyingly bemused smile on his face. 

"I own you," he stated simply, emphasizing every word evenly. With that, he pulled her to him again, this time kissing her passionately as his hands caressed the curves of her butt. He broke the kiss.

"I own you," he stated again, raking her body with a possessive look. This time when he kissed her she replied in kind, sucking at his tongue, fencing with hers, all the while enjoying the sensation of his hand squeezing and pinching her breast. He owns me, she thought with real wonder.

DISCIPLINE

Alex broke the kiss and looked at his student with a sigh. He'd been negligent, enjoying the physical aspect without paying enough attention to the mental aspect. Still, there was still time to remedy that.

He sat on the love seat and took in the luscious morsel before him. Clad only in garters, stockings and high heels, she looked both vulnerable and scared. Still, her nipples appeared hard as rocks, and her body language almost screamed "fuck me." Good. Time to add some more powder to the mix.

"Cunt, you've collected quite a few punishment points, which you should've been keeping track of. So, tell me, how many do you have?"

He watched as she became more and more confused, and just a little scared, as she realized that she had no idea. 

"Well? That was one of the rules we went over, wasn't it? That you would keep track of your punishment points? I want an answer now! How many???"

"I, I don't know," she stammered, her eyes never leaving the floor.

"You don't know?" he bellowed at her, inwardly smiling as she shriveled some more. "Well, you just got two more than 'you don't know' for not calling me sir. Do you think I don't deserve your respect?" he demanded.

"Yes, sir, um, you deserve my respect," she replied meekly.

"Well, at least you got it right that time. And since you don't know how many swats you were given, I'm gonna have to guess. And I'm guessing it was...19. Plus the two you just got makes 21. So maybe 21 swats will help your memory."

Alex knew the actual number was 17, but he didn't want to go too much higher on the first spanking. She'd get plenty more before the night was over.

"Since you don't know the proper spanking position yet, I'm going to take you over my knee. First, remove your garters. I don't want anything getting between my hand and your ass. Now lay over my legs..."

He positioned her butt squarely over his knees, giving him a good view of her well-shaped globes. His cock poked its way through the opening in his shorts; he'd have to get inside her after disciplining her. He didn't really have enough room for a full swing, but figured he could get up enough speed to get her attention. That's all this first spanking was for, anyway. 

"You'll supply the count, down from, what was that number?" He waited while she said, "The count is 21, sir." "Yes. Twenty one sweet smacks. Don't lose track, or we'll have to start all over. And then I'd have to show you what a real spanking is like."

He brought his hand down hard on her right cheek, and smiled when she yelped. No, my sweet Melissa, this isn't the playful spanking you might try with your husband. This is the kind that turns your ass pink, that makes your skin steam, that turns your cunt into a sopping wet sponge. He randomly lightened and strengthened his efforts, adding an element of uncertainty. During his own training, he'd come to appreciate that uncertainty. It gave one something besides the pain to focus on.

In no time at all he heard her pronounce "One." He gave her another swat just for the heck of it, and was pleased that she'd learned enough not to protest. In time, she'd understand that this situation was just like life -- sometimes punishment came for no reason at all. 

Her rested his hand on her ass, her warm skin pleasantly heating his. Her butt and the back of her legs were tinged pink, but he didn't see anything that would leave a permanent mark. That was the primary difference between doing his work and having a live-in sub. With the live-in, you could leave a woman red, you could have her cut her hair, or shave her pubes, or whatever, just to please you. He, however, was constrained to those things that wouldn't be noticed, even by a woman's husband. He supposed it was one reason he preferred the psychological to the physical.

His physical needs, however, needed a little attention. His cock was rock hard, and the sight of her sopping wet pussy lips peeking out from between her legs was making him ache with desire. So far he hadn't really sampled her. Probably going too far to prove to himself that it wasn't just physical; that he was here to do a job. Enough of that.

Without a word he shifted her to the floor, where her legs naturally fell open. Her pube hairs were matted with moisture; it looked as though she really enjoyed her spanking. Without a bit of foreplay (as if she hadn't had enough!) he crawled between her legs and plunged his cock inside her. She moaned a little, as did he. Even wet as a puddle, she still felt very tight. 

He started a slow rhythm, humping into her while bending to suckle her tits. He varied his pace, not wanting to cum too fast. Every so often she would raise her hips to meet his thrusts, their pelvises bumping together violently. Her head writhed from side to side, her hair plastered to her forehead by sweat. He wanted to stare into her eyes, show her his power, but she had her eyes clenched shut. He permitted her this, but vowed to make it up to himself later. 

She trembled beneath him, once, twice, as the muscles around her cunt spasmed from the friction. Many masters required their slaves to ask permission to orgasm. Alex believed in rewarding his slave for giving him pleasure -- she could cum at any time. He knew that some women didn't believe that those little spasms were orgasms. They only wanted the big, soul-wrenching, body-clenching orgasm...the female equivalent of the cum shot. Women had made so much progress in society, yet they still measured themselves against men in so many little ways.

Alex let his animal instincts take over, and pounded into her like a jackhammer. Now her eyes flew open, and reflected in her eyes he saw the beast inside him, the wildness, the predator. He could feel the pressure building as he slid into her again and again, and then he stopped, and then slowly and deliberately thrust into her, over and over, each thrust accompanied by a spurt of his cum deep inside her. As he looked down at her, he felt he truly owned her now. And he knew she knew it.

RECREATION

She hadn't expected such passion, such emotion, such animal lust. This was liberating, she decided. Stress-free. Not what she'd expected. Not just different. Far, far more. 

She waited expectantly under him while he caught his breath. Normally, with Jack, she'd be attending to clean-up duties, wiping herself with a kleenex and finding her nightclothes. She'd be wondering if she could get Jack to go again (she never could) or deciding if she should visit the bathroom and finish the job herself. She might even be thinking about what she had to do tomorrow.

This time, there was none of that. I don't have to decide anything, she reminded herself. If he wants to go again, he will. If he wants me cleaned up, he'll order it. Just lay here and enjoy his weight on you, his cock still hard inside you, and the cool feel of your sweat finally drying.

After a few moments he pulled himself out of her, his now softening cock sliding out with a pleasant wet sensation. He'd cum inside her generously; she knew that she'd be wet and sticky down there for the rest of the night. She stopped herself and smiled inwardly. It was amazing how she was now thinking the graphic words and images he'd forced her to say. They described so much better the way that she felt.

They moved back over to the loveseat, he sitting and she kneeling between his legs. His cock was now fully soft, but still covered by a sheen of her juices and his cum. She stared at it. It was not as big as Jack's, but had just given her a great deal of pleasure. She didn't know if bigger was better; all of the lovers had been approximately the same size. But this size had done better than it looked.

"OK, cunt," he said to her not unkindly, "let's give that talented tongue of yours a little more workout." She'd expected this, and scooted forward to begin. "No, not so fast, my greedy little cunt. There's a few rules to this game. First, you have five minutes to get me hard again. I'm sure a woman of your talent can do that easy. But just to give you a little incentive, if I'm not sufficiently hard, you'll get fifteen punishment points. Second, you have a little task to perform while you're working. You're gonna work on your vocabulary. You have to come up with ten dirty words to describe that sweet spot between your legs. And you can't use cunt. For every word that you don't get, you're gonna get one punishment point. Enough talk. Get started...now!"

Get started? Ten words? What? She looked down to see the flaccid member in front of her, and then up to see the grin on his face. That's twenty-five swats if she did neither task! She bent her head and took the soft appendage fully into her mouth, where the salty taste shocked her out of her reverie. Five minutes! OK. We'll do this in stages. She could use the first couple minutes coming up with dirty words, and the last few minutes getting him hard. She swished his cock around with her tongue. It would take that long for him to just get any feeling back anyway.

OK. Now, not cunt but...what? Pussy! She knew that one. And...vagina? No, he said dirty words. What about vulva? That was part of it, maybe he'd take it. That made two, maybe. Now, c'mon, c'mon...think! Cave! She'd heard cave once. And...slit, she knew slit was one. Pussy, vulva, cave, slit...that was four, maybe. I'm gonna get six swats if I don't come up with more! She pulled her mouth from him and checked...not even a twinge. That'd be an extra fifteen! No choice, really.

She bent and sucked his right testicle into her mouth, her tongue licking at the skin while her teeth trapped the hard ball inside. She felt rather than heard him moan. Good. Now for the other one. She tasted her juices on them. God, she must've really been wet. Releasing his ball, she passionately licked the sack, while encasing his dick in her hands. She could usually get Jack hard just by doing this. She supposed the tightness made him feel like he was inside her. 

She transferred her attention to the head, caressing the cap with the flat of her tongue. Time was running out. Maybe...she released one hand from her baseball grip, and languidly ran a fingernail down, past his sack, into his crack, just barely touching his anus. There. She definitely felt a shudder this time. She traced the rim with her finger, while her other hand supported his dick, and she began gently sucking on the very tip. Yes, she could feel him definitely begin to harden. Gently now. Careful...don't break the spell. 

Once, when she'd been dating Jack, she'd lost a bet with him. The stakes had been that she would suck him for three straight hours, with her lips never leaving his dick. She'd been so sure of winning, and so sure he'd never try to collect, that she'd taken the bet. And lost. When he insisted on collecting, she'd been sure that she could just bring him off, and he'd forget the rest. But after bringing him off, he'd still insisted on continuing. So they'd stayed in his apartment for three hours, she sucking and licking him while he sat back and enjoyed it. He'd even cum a second time, but still he held her to the bet. She'd learned a lot about the male penis that day. And she'd learned never to take a sucker bet, so to speak.

Alex's cock was really beginning to firm up, so she removed her finger from the entrance to his anus and transferred all of her attention to his cock. With one hand holding it tightly upright, she took as much as she could into her mouth, alternately sucking with her tongue as she pulled up, and swirling it as she went down. She could feel the veins inside begin to throb against her tongue, and was pleased to note that it could stand unsupported.

"Time," Alex declared, just as she decided to begin thinking of more names. "I guess I'm relatively hard, although next time I think I'll have you do it hands-free. So, let's see how far you've gotten on your dirty word list. You can start anytime."

"Yes, sir." She at least remembered to do that. "My dirty words for my cunt are: pussy, slit, cave, vulva..." She paused, hoping some others would come to her. "And..."

"And you have no more," Alex replied, waiting no more than a few seconds. "I'll give you pussy, slit and cave...very creative, that last one. Vulva is the outer part...but many of the other words I'm thinking of could also be considered the outer part. But is vulva a dirty word? No, I don't think so. So you have pussy, slit and cave. Not very good. That gives you seven PP's. So cunt, how many punishment points do you have?"

"I have seven punishment points, sir."

"Very good. This time, if you mess up on punishment points, I will estimate them, and then double that number. I guarantee you'll be crying before I lay a finger on you," he said to her, taking her face in his hands. "Now suck my cock again and get me good and hard," he ordered, settling back on the loveseat.




She Crawls Ch. 03



This time she looked him in the eyes before taking his cock into her mouth. He was going to be a hard man to please.

To be continued...

Note: This is a previously written story and your suggestions cannot be incorporated. I hope that this does not lessen your enjoyment. Your comments are always welcome.



She Crawls Ch. 04



INSTRUCTION

Alex looked down at the woman sucking his dick and smiled. He'd know soon whether to schedule another session for next week. Because at this point, a woman either understood and enjoyed what was to come, or felt far too uncomfortable to ever enjoy it. The latter never came back for another session.

He pushed her head away, though pleased by the tightness he felt in his balls. "It's time for you to learn some more manners, cunt." She waited expectantly at his feet. Good. He had a feeling already that she'd make it through this part. 

"You're about to learn a number of positions, which you'll use to please me whenever I want. You'll take these positions as soon as I give you an order to, without question. No matter where we are, no matter who's around, you'll do exactly as I say.

"Each position has a name and a gesture. You'll learn each name and each gesture, and respond to them immediately. If I think you're going too slow, you'll automatically get ten punishment points. If you don't respond...well, let's just say there are worse punishments than getting spanked on the butt." 

He ordered her into the bedroom, telling her to strip completely naked and sit on the bed. He tucked his hard member back in his shorts. He liked this part; liked the drama, liked the intensity, liked the possibilities. Now he was truly making her his own.

"Your first position is called The Position, because its the most common one I'll order you to take. Think of it as the "ready" position. It's my way to getting you ready to show me everything you have. First step: kneel on the bed. Next, prop your ass back on your heels, and spread your legs open so they form a ninety degree angle. Next, put your hands behind your back, with your right hand cradling your left, and both hands between the heels of your feet. Nice. Now, straighten your back, but keep your head tilted slightly down, in a manner of submission."

He examined her from all angles, pleased with the way the arch of her back pushed her tits forward, almost begging him to suck on them. Her stretched legs gave him good access to her wet pussy, and forced the lips apart just enough to beckon him in. Granted, it wasn't a very comfortable position for her, but he didn't care about comfort. He cared about access, and in the past this position had proven to be very accommodating. 

He made a gesture with his hand -- his pinky and ring finger rolled into his palm, his index and middle fingers half bent over and spread apart. "This is the sign I'll use when I want you in the position. You'll take this position whenever and wherever I tell you to. Even if we're outside this room, even if we're in the middle of the mall. You'll obey me or pay the consequences."

Crouching beside her, he allowed his hands to roam all over her body. He enjoyed feeling the smooth curves of her buttocks, the underlying muscles of her thighs, the soft turn of her neck. He reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy, pleased that she didn't shy away at all. Then he faced her, deliberately took a handful of each breast, and squeezed...hard. 

"Who owns you?" he demanded of her.

"You own me, sir," she answered properly, shocked at the sudden turn of events, her voice mixed with fear and pain. 

Unmoved by her concern, he ordered her to a new position, "On your back, cunt. That's right, I'll bet you're real familiar with this one. I'll bet you'll spread your legs for anyone just to get your way. That's how it is with cunts like you.

"Only this time you'll do it my way. Legs spread wide so I have a good view of that pussy. Bend your legs and put your feet flat on the bed. Now put your hands behind your neck, so your tits are nice and open for me." 

He watched as she complied, warning her to keep her eyes open unless he said otherwise. "This position is called On Your Back." He held his hand out, turning it so the palm faced upward. "This is how I'll tell you to do it. If you see this, don't make me wait, or you'll be sorry."

He pulled his hard rod out of his boxers and swung astride her, so his cock rested on her face. Holding his cock in his hand, he slapped her lips, nose, chin and neck with his cock, hard enough to occasionally redden her skin.

"Who owns you, cunt?" he thundered.

"You own me, sir," she answered meekly, as though confused by his apparent cruelty.

Now for one of his favorites. "Roll over on your hands and knees, cunt. I wanna see that ass high in the air and begging to be fucked!"

He directed her to lean forward on her forearms, to spread her legs slightly, to keep her head up, and to push her ass to the sky. With her body finally in the right position, he paused to admire the view. Her fully distended pussy peeked out from between her legs, while her puckered anal opening was shiny with sweat. Around front, her tits hung down deliciously, with just enough sway in them to be exciting. 

"This is called Hand and Knees, and this," he made a crab-like gesture, "is the symbol you'll watch for. You'll get very used to this position," he said, as he knelt behind her and shoved his cock in her waiting hole. "Cuz I'm gonna take you like a dog until your learn who your master is."

He grabbed a shock of her hair and yanked it back. "Who owns you, bitch?" he sneered at her.

"You own me, sir," she replied, not so meekly now. 

In the next position, she stood before him with her hands behind her back and her legs slightly spread. When he pulled on her pubic hairs and called for her obedience, he thought he heard a touch of pleasure in her reply. In the final position, bent over at the waist, he allowed himself some pleasure by eating her out for a minute or two, much like he had in the beginning of the session. Prior to demanding obedience this time, he spanked her butt several times, just for the opportunity to see her tits shudder from each blow. 

Finally, he ordered her back on her back. "There's variations to every position, of course, which you'll learn as we go along." He pulled up a chair. "Right now, I want to watch you masturbate. So get your hands down between your legs and show me what you can do."

CONDITIONING

Melissa watched him watching her. Her fingers were buried deep inside of her, pumping in and out as she finger-fucked herself. His cruelty had heightened her senses, turned her on in a way that would've shamed her before tonight. When he'd twisted her breasts, she'd been shocked at first. But then she had wanted him to continue, to twist and pull them. The pain had added a delicious edge to the pleasure. And she wanted more.

She felt herself building to an orgasm. Should I continue? Or will he stop me right when I get to the edge? His eyes betrayed nothing. She let herself go full out, just as she had earlier in the week, when the anticipation of this night had almost made her crazy. With one hand she pulled and stretched the full lips around her pussy. With the other she found her clit and began lightly rubbing it. 

He seemed to devour all of her with his gaze. All at once she realized how she must look, her fingers frantically working at her cunt, watched out in the open by a complete stranger. She began to moan and writhe, but still he made no move to stop her. She could see his hard cock poking from the top of his shorts, and felt an incredible urge to beg to be fucked. The very thought caused waves of pleasure to pulse from her pussy. Her tits ached for a strong hand. 

He still sat unmoving, not indicating that he would stop her. He could stop me, she realized. And I'd have to stop because he said so. Because he's in charge. Because he owns me. That thought sent her over the edge. She moaned and panted audibly. So, so, so, so good. Oh, god, the pressure and pleasure flowed out in waves. She felt free...really free. She opened her eyes. Still he sat and watched.

She continued to rub herself, though the orgasm had taken nearly all her strength from her. Would he have her keep doing this for the rest of the night? All she really wanted, right now, was to go to the bathroom.

"OK," he said, "that's enough. Before we do anything else, I think it's time for a pee-pee break."

My god, he can read my mind, she marveled. But wait? He'd said pee-pee. Grown men didn't talk that way. He meant PP. Punishment points. How many did she have? Seven, she thought. Or eight. No, seven. 

At his command she dropped to her forearms and knees on the floor, her butt canted high in the air. She felt a sharp tug on her hair and he directed her to put her hands flat on the floor. This, he explained, was the proper spanking position. She searched her memory. How many? Seven? Or eight?

"So cunt, how many swats do you have coming your way?" he demanded of her, his hand slowly caressing her butt.

"Nine!" she fairly shouted, deciding to err on the side of caution.

She felt him squeeze her butt painfully. "No, cunt, nine is how many you'd be getting if you could remember to give me the respect I deserve. But since you can't remember to call me Sir, we'll be adding a few more, and give you twelve to help jump-start your brain. Now, how many are you getting???"

"Spank me twelve times, sir!" she nearly cried to him. Twelve! And her bladder was already close to bursting!

Thwack! The sound echoed through the room like a shot, and the pain in her butt felt just like a shot. Thwack! She tried to focus on counting down, but she could feel the heat quickly spreading over her entire ass. Thwack! His hand hit her on the backs of her thighs, and the heat shot up into her pussy, where she could imagine it turning her wetness into pure steam. Thwack! The sensation bit deeper into her skin. Thwack! She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Thwack! His palm caught her ass cheek square, nearly toppling her onto the floor.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Three in succession brought ragged gasps from her. He paused to squeeze both sides of her ass, then...thwack! On the right side. Thwack! On the left. Another pause, while she clamped her eyes shut to keep the tears from flowing. Thwack! Harder than the rest, it caused her whole body to jerk forward, the sting shooting through her like lightning. 

He pulled her head onto his lap and stroked her face, wiping the tears from her eyes. It stung so much! She opened her eyes to see his cock just an inch from her nose. His aroma penetrated her dismay. She wanted to gobble him up, to show him that she'd learned her lesson, that she would remember everything. But she knew enough not to do it without permission, though she wanted him inside her cunt so bad it was making her crazy.

"Time for a potty break," he announced, to her great pleasure. "Take five minutes, do your duty, and clean yourself up." As she started to rise he said, "No. From now on, your mode of transportation is to crawl. So crawl on into the bathroom. And make sure you leave the door open."

Crawl? And leave the door open! She thought about using the "Blazer" word to call a halt to this. But really, what more harm did it do? She crawled all the way into the bathroom, the tile cooling her hands and knees. The chill of the toilet seat even felt good enough against her hot butt that she hardly even noticed the loud splash of her bladder emptying. 

Melissa closed her eyes and leaned back against the slick porcelain tank. The spanking didn't turn her on so much as it gave everything else a certain edge and urgency. The positions...those made her feel like a kept woman. She was now totally at his mercy, and quite frankly, happy for it. Even more strangely, she felt that she really wanted to please him, to show that she was worthy of his attention and all his hard work with her. If only she could remember to call him Sir.

She jumped as her high heels clattered to the floor. "Put these on, wash your face, and get your jacket on," he ordered, smiling as she instinctively and unnecessarily tried to cover her nakedness. Had he been there long enough to watch her pee?

He stood behind her as she washed up, her image reflected repeatedly in the many mirrors. For some reason she felt more exposed than when she'd spread her legs for his inspection. After slipping the jacket on, she checked herself in the mirror. The front cut far enough down that most of her breasts were exposed. The bottom edge ended just below her crotch, and looking at the back she could see just the very bottom of her ass.

He held out the room key and an ice bucket. "I want you to go get some ice. The machine is three rooms down and to the right. You'll probably want to hurry." He leered at her, and she could feel a blush warming her face. Go out like this? If anyone saw her like this, she'd die of embarrasment! 

He propelled her out the door, which shut with a definite finality. At least it was dark out. She walked quickly down to the ice machine, noting that nobody seemed to be in the room next to theirs. Naturally, to get the ice she'd have to bend down. She tried to squat down, but that just caused her coat to ride up and expose her butt. Bending over did the same thing. This was taking too much time! Finally, she just squatted there, pushing the button several times to get enough ice. 

She stood and spun, planning to head back to the room, but instead nearly fell into an older man. Had he seen her? If not, he was certainly seeing enough now. She gave him a stupid grin and quickly walked back to the room, feeling his eyes drill into her back. He had seen a lot of her skin. A small thrill rippled through her. She'd done it. 

PERFORMANCE

Alex could tell by the wild look in Melissa's eyes that his student had been seen in her revealing outfit. Most importantly, he could tell that the brief encounter had thrilled her, had opened her to the possibilities. 

It was getting on towards the end of the evening, and he had just one more objective to reach. Fortunately, it was one that he always took a great deal of pleasure in achieving. He motioned with his fingers. After only a brief hesitation, Melissa dropped to the floor on her hands and knees, her sport coat provacatively revealing her very bare ass. Alex paused for a moment to admire it yet again. From this angle he couldn't see the full pussy lips between her legs. Instead, he could see only the voluptuous curves and deep valley of her ass. The darkened circle of her anus lay hidden in the shadows, and for a moment he was tempted to demonstrate his newly won mastery by taking her there.

But, no. That would have to wait for another session, as he sensed her objections would be more psychological than physical. He stripped his boxers off, leaving himself fully nude for the first time in the whole evening. Kneeling behind her he ran his fingers across her soft skin, making her moan in anticipation. He noted that she kept her head down and never tried to look back; the perfect exhibition of his previous orders. He found the inside of her cunt soaking wet and hot. Just for fun, he lubed his index finger with her juices and began to probe the entrance to her anus. 

"Stay still," he ordered as she leaned away. Her hole there was clenched tight as a safe; he could only comfortably slide his finger in up to the first knuckle. From the way her whole body had tensed, he suspected she'd probably never had anal sex. Sometime soon, he promised himself, she'd be begging for it.

Holding her hip with one hand, he used his other to direct his cock to the outside of her juicy hole. He liked to torture himself this way...teasing himself right up to the edge. He could never understand why more couples didn't stage elaborate foreplay. He felt the most memorable thing about sex was the anticipation of it. The actual event never took very long, and every orgasm usually felt the same as the last one. Looking on his many sexual encounters, in the most exciting and memorable ones he'd whipped himself and his partner into a sexual frenzy long before a cock touched a cunt.

He plunged his cock into her, thrusting hard enough to rock her entire body forward. Like fleshy shock absorbers, her arms and legs thrust back against him, until his next thrust crashed into and crushed her beautiful ass. He reached forward and under until her found her swaying tits, pulling them firmly back everytime he jolted her forward. She moaned and growled at the double assault, her body breaking out into an instant sweat. 

Alex focused on the feel of her tits in his hands. Their fullness fit his palms perfectly, nestling in as though they'd grown just for him. Gravity and blood distended the aureolas, creating a blind man's message that read "Fuck me." Her nipples felt as hard as pebbles, and he loved how every twist and pull reverberated through her body, evident as vibrations deep within her cunt. 

He wanted to suck her tits so badly his jaw ached. Fortunately, as master he was allowed to do anything he wanted. With a slap on the butt he pulled out of her and lay face up on the floor. At his command she knelt on all fours above him, her head facing his legs and feet, her tits positioned directly over his mouth. His face wasn't high enough, but that didn't matter. She would have to bend down low enough so that he could get his fill. 

"Left one," he said, ordering her to lower her left tit into his mouth. Her skin tasted not unpleasantly of sweat as he ran his tongue over her hard nipple, her erect circle and the smooth adjoining skin. He sucked, gnawed and licked all he liked; her pleasure, or pain, was not an issue. He tried to see how much of her tit he could fit in his mouth...just about half if he forced it in. At his command of "Right one," she shifted to the side, and he attacked that one just as voraciously. Back and forth he went, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, until the urge to fuck her became stronger than the urge to suck her. 

Whacking her butt a sound one, he ordered her to crawl farther down his body. Now her head was perfectly positioned above his cock, and he could look straight up into the sopping wet, matted hair around her pussy. He studied it closely as its pungent odor settled down around him. He liked how the lips, when fully engorged, still didn't protrude too far out. He had her hunch down onto his mouth; no need for him to strain his neck. Placing his mouth to her cunt lips, he was able to lap into his mouth a generous amount of her juices. In fact, if he kept his tongue inside her, he could feel rivulets of her juice just sliding down into his mouth. 

"Suck me," he ordered, continuing his exploration of her cunt. He knew it wasn't a very comfortable position but didn't care. This was about his pleasure, not hers. Though from her frequent gasps and moans, he figured she was getting more than a small tingle. He barked an order, and she shifted so he could have better access to the top of her cunt. There. He pushed the fold of skin aside with his tongue to reveal the nub of her clit. To his experienced tongue, it felt fully engorged, and even strongly flicking it failed to move it very much.

His ministrations, however, evidently had a strong effect on his student, as she suddenly thrashed about and pulled her cunt from his mouth. "Move again and that's ten points for you!" he yelled at her, forcefully pulling her back down until his teeth mashed against her hole. "Now don't move!" he said into her slit, using his tongue to violently lash her offending clit. She orgasmed against him, her pussy clenching tightly around his tongue, releasing it only after a particularly strong spasm swept through her.

Tiring of his meal, he roughly pushed her off, dragged her to her feet and pulled her to the bedroom. Along the way, though, the urge to fuck her literally overwhelmed him. With a grunt he pushed her against the wall and plunged himself inside her, thrilled by the heated tightness of her box. She instinctively wrapped herself around him, and he could feel all the trappings of civilized sex fall from him. He let the animal in him to the surface, and let his lust for her overwhelm all his senses. All he wanted, his lust-driven goal, was to be inside her and to dominate her.




She Crawls Ch. 04



He banged her against the wall a few more times and then withdrew, leaving her to crumple onto the floor.

"Into the bedroom," he growled, panting hard. "Into the bedroom and on your hands and knees."

She had to spread her legs quite a bit to get her ass on the same level as his dick, but Alex didn't care. He slid himself in and fucked her slowly and deliberately, enjoying the view of his cock disappearing between her legs. His cock gleamed in the lamplight, liberally covered with her cunt juices. Both of them were drenched in sweat; it dropped from his face onto her butt with every violet thrust.

He flipped her over as the urgency increased. Her pussy glowed red, a beacon that called out "come fuck me now, I'm open for business." Even in his mind-numbing state he could appreciate her beauty and sexuality. Her breasts were made to be sucked, her lips were perfect for kissing. But just as quickly, his attention returned to the inviting slit below him. He mounted her savagely, her legs trapped between his chest and hers. His strokes grew shorter but harder as he neared the edge.

He wanted to cum inside her, to finish it off in the hot cave between her legs. But he had one final task to complete for the night. You're a professional, he reminded himself, though the urge to keep going almost won.

Instead, he pulled out from her and crawled up to her face. Stroking and squeezing himself with obvious relish, he brought himself to the edge. And over. Cum streamed from his cock as though shot from a firehose, one long, continuous stream that quickly covered Melissa's face and neck. He felt as though he were peeing, the cum splashed onto her for so long. Huge globs of it slid down her chin, across her cheeks and into her hair. It puddled atop her closed eyes and heaped along her lips. 

Alex looked down at the beautiful woman wearing his cum like a face mask. He owned her now.

REALIZATION

Jungle fucked. I've just been jungle fucked, Melissa thought. She'd heard the term before, on a comedy special from some woman comic who'd described a fuck so wild, so abandoned, that it could only happen between animals. She'd wondered what it would be like to go at it so violently. Now she knew.

Melissa struggled to control her breathing. She wanted to open her mouth and suck in great quantities of air, but she could feel the gobs of cum covering her lips. She wanted to open her eyes and see if she was still whole after the multiple orgasms had ripped through her body, but she could feel the weight of cum on her eyelids. She wanted to experience the scent of a jungle fuck, but all she could smell was the musky cum threatening to drip inside her nose. And she was afraid to do anything at all that might offend her new master.

"Whose cunt are you?" she heard his ragged voice ask from above her.

She took it as permission to open her mouth. "I'm your cunt, sir," she answered simply, as a large globule of cum slid into her mouth. She felt his weight shift off her.

"That's right. Now wipe the cum from your eyes and take your position on the bed, facing the dresser mirror." He sounded as though he'd been hollowed out.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she was shocked at how much of his milky white cum covered her face and neck. She'd once dated a guy in college who would shoot so much cum in her mouth she could never swallow it fast enough to avoid drips. She'd expected it then, because he'd had such huge balls. Alex's balls were small enough to seem inconsequential. It was amazing that so much had ejected just from him. 

As she watched herself in the mirror gravity had already become a factor, sending huge, slimy drips of cum off her chin and onto her tits or thighs. Alex watched it with evident pleasure as well, waiting until almost all of it had slid off her face before giving her new instructions. By this time, she was nearly twice as cum-covered as before, and she began to feel a bit unclean.

"Scoop up as much cum as you can and lick it from your fingers. And while you're doing this, I want you to remember this won't be the last cum you'll be eating. Of mine, or anybody else's."

Now what did he mean by that? His or anybody elses? She scooped a particularly large glob onto her fingers and dutifully licked it off, the cum saltily coating her tongue and then sliding into her throat. Unlike some of her friends, Melissa never minded the taste of it. As long as her husband didn't complain about her taste, she wouldn't complain about his. Of course, during their dating years, Jack had wanted sex from her two or three times a week, but he'd never do her while she was on her period. So oral sex had been the only choice. 

She still felt slimy even though she'd licked off as much as she could. The clock read 10:20. Would he use her right up until 11:00 and then let her clean up? She decided she didn't care. It wasn't her decision to make. 

"Damn, you're a mess," Alex said as he fondled her tit and then distastefully pulled his hand away. "You need a good hosing off and I need a good shower."

He ordered her into the shower, forcing her to wash and clean him before attending to herself. She'd hoped not to get her hair wet, but that proved impossible when he made her kneel and suck him some more, the water making a perfect lubricant. He continued to be very curious about her body, too, poking and prodding in every crevice and curve. She realized she liked the way he held her butt, his fingers always a threat to slide down and tickle her pussy. And when he occasionally showed that edge of animal passion, she would feel a thrill run through her.

Only one question remained for her: would he ask her if she would be returning the next week, or simply tell her to? Either way, the answer would be "Yes."

CONSUMMATIONS

Alex examined the nipple he held between his thumb and forefinger. Aroused and pliable, it represented the relationship he'd created with this woman. He was pleased that he could handle and inspect her in any manner he liked, and she would comply without complaint, neither physical nor audible. He felt sure that when he fucked her anally during their next session she would allow that without complaint as well. She'd come far in just a few hours.

He squeezed the nipple a little harder, noting the change in her breathing and the widening of her pupils as she became more aroused. Even though they'd just showered, he wouldn't mind sending her back to her husband with the scent of sex on her. His cock stirred a little at the thought. Maybe during his instructions things would heat up sufficiently.

After the shower, he ordered her to lay on her back on the floor, while he peered down at her from the loveseat. He placed his foot between her legs and idly played with her pussy using his big toe. 

"You did adequately well tonight," he told her, seeing a small smile creep across her face. "You are sufficiently attractive to please me, and you are a fairly decent fuck. On a scale of one to ten, I'll give you a six for your performance today." It was important to give her some doubt as to her abilities, so she would always work harder to please him. "Now take your position so you can get your orders for next week."

She scrambled into position, her face now only inches from his crotch, her eyes properly downturned. "You have two homework assignments," he began, trusting in his ability to instinctively find the right orders. "First, you're going to work on your vocabulary. No more of that dismal performance I heard today. By next week, I want you to know ten words for cunt, not including the ones you used today. For every one you're missing, you'll get five punishment points. And I won't just be using my hand next week." She quivered at that.

"Second, there's some people who say there's over a million dirty pictures on the internet. I just want ten of those pictures. Next week, I want you to bring me a disk with ten dirty, obscene, sexual pictures on it. And not just any ten. I want ten that turn you on, ten that make you want to jump in and join the action. 

"Finally, when you come to me next week I want you dressed in a certain way. Specifically, you'll wear a short skirt with satin G-string panties. A matching garter belt. Sheer stockings. High heel shoes. And most importantly, a sheer white blouse, as gauzy and see-through as possible. And don't bother wearing a bra. With tits like yours, we're gonna want to show 'em off." 

He leaned forward and placed his cock in her mouth, lifting her chin so she could look in his eyes. He let some of his lust peek out from his eyes, causing her to shudder as though a small electric charge had stung her. "Bring some cash with you, as we'll be going out shopping. And you're going to end up paying, and paying, and paying..." he intoned ominously.

He brightened up. "Now, it's ten to eleven. If you can get me hard in five minutes, without your hands, I'll bring you off one more time. But if you fail...well, who knows what may happen."

He immediately felt her sucking at his cock, her talented tongue and mouth working wonders on his shaft. But after just a couple minutes, he knew it to be a lost cause. He was just too drained, physically and mentally, to really get going. Now, if he had time to tie her up...but no, that particular exercise wasn't slated until later. 

"Bing! Five minutes...and I am very disappointed, as you can tell from my cock's obvious lack of excitement," he scolded her. "Now it's my turn." 

On her back on the table, her cunt was at the perfect height for him to lick her freely without putting a crick in his neck. He pushed his tongue inside her, quickly finding her clit. Violently shaking his head back and forth, it didn't take very long to elicit moans and gasps from her. He kept his eye on the clock while he alternated the pace and pressure of his tongue work. Her excited thrusts and writhing told him that she was nearing the edge. It was now or never.

The clock flicked to 11:00 and he lifted his head from between her legs, causing her to gasp and whine at the sudden lack of stimulation. "Out of time, cunt," he teased her. "Too bad. Too sad. Maybe next time you'll do a better job on me." He smiled at the spiteful look she gave him. He flirted with the idea of bringing her off but rejected it. Best to leave her with a sample of his power.

"Now," he warned, "no bringing yourself off until after you leave here. And don't forget, same time next week." He slapped her butt as he headed to the bathroom to dress, still feeling her frustrated stare bore into his back.

THE END... For now

Melissa stared at him as he left the room, willing him to come back and finish the job. Her legs remained spread, her pussy ached for release, but she didn't dare ignore his orders not to finish the job.

The bastard! Next week she would have her revenge!

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