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Sub

By: melt999



Through her blindfold she can tell the room is dimly lit. A soft red glow. She is lying on her back on the bed. Her hands are tied together to the headboard. Ropes attached to the corners of the bed and around her ankles hold her legs apart. 

She is wearing a satin g-string that is stretched taut across her pubic mound. She is wearing nothing else. Just lying there in this position excites her. She can hear him move around the room. She feels the excitement rise warmly in the pit of her stomach and down to her loins as she anticipates what is to happen. 

He checks the ropes at her ankles. Not too tight. She feels him climb onto the bed next to her. He feels the rope around her wrists. His fingers gently stroke the back of her hands as his thumb caresses her wrists. She feels the first tingling running down her arms as his fingers move slowly down the inside of her forearms. Back up to her wrists. 

His fingers hardly make contact with her skin as they circle her wrists again and again. With each touch she feels heat coursing through her. She knows she is already wet. He stops. She waits. She wants him to touch her again, but wont say anything, will not ask. That is not for her to do. His hands moved down her forearms, gently stroking the insides of her elbows. Further down to her armpits. Both arms run down her sides to her waist. 

He kneels between her legs. His hands cup her breasts, his thumbs pushing them up to his fingers, exposing her nipples. She arches her back, coming in submission, and offers her breasts to him. The palms of his hands push her breasts up. Gently at first, then rougher. She can feel him hard against her. 

Knowing he is turned on makes her want to come, and she shivers in pleasure. She moves her hips to rub her clitoris against him. He pulls away. She is submitting to his will; not he to hers. He leans over her and, his lips barely touching hers, he kisses her. 

His lips are smooth and make her mouth water. His mouth opens and closes slowly over hers. She catches his rhythm and her mouth opens with his, waiting to receive his tongue. He sucks delicately on each lip. She moans, wanting his tongue inside her. As his bottom lip meets hers she opens her mouth wide. Now inviting his tongue. Still his lips tease hers. 

She can wait no more and seeks him out with her tongue. He pushes into her pelvis with base of his hardness so that the rest of his sex rests between her buttocks. She quivers and pushes back. Lazily his tongue slips into her mouth, circling inside her mouth. 

Her tongue caresses his tongue, both dancing together and encircling each other. She moans in pleasure, and so does he. She can tell he is becoming more and more excited and feels him pushing against her pelvis. 

His hardness glides from her clitoris down to between her buttocks. She clenches them and feels him so hard against her ass. As they kiss deeper his hands press her breasts. He can wait no more and his right hand moves down her body and strokes her smooth mound. She shakes beneath him and moans louder. Suddenly he kneels up. 

For a moment, nothing. Then she feels his hands touch the outside of her hips. As they run down her thighs they slip to the back of her knees, and down her calves. His fingers encircle her ankles, and the palms of his hands graze the tops of both her feet. He has moved down the bed. 

Both hands hold her right foot. She feels his breath on her toes. His lips run along the tips of her toes. They pause at her big toe. He takes it in his mouth, only his lips and tongue touching it. He runs his tongue around it and sucks, his mouth rising up and down. 

She overcomes the initial tickling sensation to enjoy the sense of being at his mercy, allowing him to do as he pleases. He withdraws and she feels his hands keep contact with her feet and legs as he changes position to kneel beside her. One hand strokes the inside of her thigh as the other strokes the area between her elbow and her breast. 

He bends to kiss her navel, still stroking her. He moves down her body and turns so both hands stroke the inside of her thighs. His mouth moves down to the satin stretched across her. She can feel his breath on her wetness which she knows shows through the satin. 

He rubs his mouth and cheeks firmly between the top of the material and her wetness, always stroking her thighs. He moves slowly between the two. How she wants him to run his tongue around her clit. 

Then he moves up her body to kiss her navel. Further up between her breasts. Further up her neck and kisses her deeply, his mouth across her, his tongue circling the inside of her lips, seeking her tongue. They meet and almost entwine. 

His hand rakes from the bottom of her neck to her chest. He breaks the kiss as his hands move down her body to her thighs. His hands push down on her thighs and he squeezes them. She moans, enjoying being manhandled. 

He moves between her thighs. He pulls aside the satin and his mouth sucks at her wetness. She feels his tongue running up and down her lips, then his lips push against hers as his tongue rolls inside them. 

His tongue seeks out her clit, and circles it repeatedly. Then flicks it up and down and side to side and circles it again, and repeats the whole mix. She is trembling beneath him when he breaks off. He kisses her again on the mouth. 

She can taste herself and how she tastes on him. She is shaking in orgasm. He pulls the satin further aside and she feels him hard against her. He rubs against her and barely enters her, sliding between her lips. She wants him inside her. 

She wants to beg him to enter her and slide in and out of her. He teases her like this for what seems an age before he pushes the head of his cock into her. She inhales sharply and feels herself tighten around him for a moment, then open and almost pull him inside her. 

Slowly he pulls out until just the tip is inside her. He moves his hips in a circle so his tip massages the inside of her lips. He pulls back her blindfold so she can watch as he enters her again. She watches as he sinks deep into her and then starts to slide in and out of her slowly and gently. Long and strong strokes push her to orgasm again and again. 

She wants him to slam into her, but he keeps a slow pace. Very slowly he pulls himself out of her, his fingers playing with her as he withdraws. He changes position. Now he kneels beside her again, but further up the bed. 

She can feel him rub his moist cock against her breast. She watches as he bends to kiss and suck her breast hard, his hand squeezing her other breast then moving to her open wetness. He kneels up and rubs his tip against her wet nipple, flicking it. She can feel him grow even harder as the underside of his cock plays with her breasts. 

He moves up the bed and places his tip at her lips. She opens her mouth hungrily to take him and suck him, but he lets her just kiss and lick the underside of him. He moans, and watches her tongue slide around and under his increasingly hard cock. It always turns him on to the point of orgasm to watch her like this. Her tongue, so very wet, circles his glans quicker and quicker.

He pulls away, feeling himself and being turned on watching her watch him play with himself. He moves to the bottom of the bed and unties her ankles. He moves between her thighs. In one fluid movement he enters her and her legs wrap around his back. He leans back on his elbows so his hands can squeeze her breasts as he starts to fuck her again. 

He kisses her and can taste himself and her in the kiss. As their mouths are joined they both moan in pleasure. His super-wet mouth slides over her nipples as he fucks her harder and faster, then back to her mouth. She tightens her legs around him, pushing her clitoris so it is rubbed and banged with each stroke. God, it feels so good to be tied and fucked. 

Her moans become louder and louder until they are rhythmic grunts then screams. He keeps on fucking hard and fast. She keeps on squeezing and screaming. She can feel him begin to tense all over his body and she knows that his is going to come. 

She tightens round his cock, feeling it become bigger and harder. His rhythm becomes more urgent and irregular. His low moans are joined with her breathless screams. Faster and harder, now. She watches him as he explodes inside her. 

She can feel his hot seed splash against her and she relaxes and contracts her vaginal muscles, milking every last drop from him. God it feels good to be tied and fucked.

Sub



As I waited nervously for the guy to turn up I anxiously puffed a cigarette. I rearranged myself for the thousandth time, crossing my stocking clad legs, uncrossing them. Perching my heels on the kick plate of the car, then on the ground. Shimmying my pencil skirt down, then a little up. I had to look right, I had to look dominant. The guy expected me to be the Domme in this little rendezvous. I'd never played the dominatrix before; it was making my stomach do flips. What would he expect of me?

I saw lights coming towards me in the empty car park. I took another couple draws on my roll up and watched him pull up beside me. Big shiny car, tinted windows. I leaned back against my car, my long black coat brushing the backs of my legs. He put down his passenger side window. I smiled, he wasn't bad looking. You never know with these sex websites. His pic might've been photo shopped. 

I suddenly realised he was looking at me, expecting something. Oh right, I was supposed to get in the car. I quickly flicked the butt of my fag away, closed my car door, locked it and jumped in his car.

He smiled kinda shyly and introduced himself 'I'm Colin, Miss.'

'Hi,' said I, and we did an awkward kind of handshake cheek kiss type of thing, 'you find the place alright?'

'Yeah,' he breathed, and went to put the car into gear.

I stopped him. I'd thought we'd chat for longer, or stay in this car park. I panicked a little. I didn't even have my phone on me. 'Are we going somewhere?' I tried to sound confident, and managed without a hitch in my voice.

'Well,' he replied 'this place has big lights and cameras; I thought we'd go somewhere a little more private.'

'Where were you thinking?' I asked. He said he had no idea, just thought I would know somewhere. I was to make all the decisions. Of course... Domme...right. 

I thought fast, '2 secs,' I told him, and jumped out of the car. I ducked back into my car, grabbed my bag, phone, and tucked my house keys and purse into the glove box. I've no idea why except maybe I was thinking if he tried anything, I could call a taxi, get back to the car and escape. 

I was still thinking furiously as I got back into his car, where could we go? He made idle chit chat as I gave him directions to an abandoned supermarket not far from where we were. I was chittering inside, outwardly, very cool, calm.

He pulled into the car park of the store and round the back. Very secluded. He stopped the car. We took our seatbelts off. I had no idea what to do now. Inspiration. I turned to him 'So, did you do as I asked last night? Did you refrain from wanking your cock?'

'I touched it miss,' he replied 'but I didn't cum.' 

'And did you watch it twitch in the mirror, like I told you to?'

'Yes Miss.'

'And when you touched it, you only used one finger didn't you, sub?'

'Yes Miss.'

'That's good,' I smiled.

'I liked watching it in the mirror miss,' he interjected. 'I like how my cock looks; it's not the biggest but...'

I cut him off, 'Show me, sub!'

He pulled down his trousers and boxers revealing a deliciously curved, half erect penis.

'Very nice,' I murmured, my eyes transfixed. He started to touch it.

'I don't believe I told you you could touch it did I, sub?'

'No Miss,' his hand receded hesitantly. His cock was growing larger by the second. 

'Lift up your t-shirt,' I demanded. He lifted his shirt so his erect knob was lying against his bare stomach. I raised an eyebrow at him and he removed the shirt all the way. He threw it in the back with a half murmured 'Well, if I'm gonna get caught...'

This was going better than I'd ever thought it would, and we hadn't even gotten to the good part yet. I stretched as he turned back. His eyes watched me hungrily. His hand reached out to me, then half fell away. He wouldn't do anything unless I said he could, yummy!

'I suppose you want to touch me, don't you, sub?'

'Oh yes please Miss!' he pleaded. 

I hesitated for about 30 seconds, giving him my naughtiest smile and 'Well...since you were so good last night, I suppose I'll allow it.' This was genius! I wanted him to touch me so bad.

As soon as the words left my lips his hands reached over and went on my knee. He stroked my legs, buried his face in my cleavage, tried to get his hand between my thighs. I shifted to give him better access, I was soaking wet down there. He tried to touch all of me at once, like he couldn't get enough, like he was scared I was going to revoke the privilege any second and deny him. He rained kisses over the tops of my breasts, my lips, we tangled tongues.

'I want you to take out that breast and suck it, sub!' I ordered.

This was easier said than done, I'd forgotten I put on my bustier and I still had my jacket on. I took my jacket off and helped him free my massive breasts. He started licking and gently suckling one nipple. His hand ghosted over the other. It was good, but I wanted more. I realised I could have anything I wanted in this power play situation. 'Suck it, sub!' I tried, then 'Nibble on it!' Brilliant! It was working; he really would do anything I said. My head lolled back in ecstasy. My hands gripped his back, nails digging into his firm flesh. This was exactly what I wanted. One of his hands was working my other nipple. The other was finding its way back between my thighs. I hadn't told him he could do that. I let it go though; I really wanted him to find out how soaking my panties were. 

I revelled in the pleasure of him rubbing my clit, as well as working my nipples. 'Slip one finger in,' I told him. He obliged, it was so good. 'I need you to suck my clit,' I ordered. He bent himself over double; it must've been a very uncomfortable position, and started licking and sucking my tender nub as he moved his finger in and out. It was amazing. I was getting carried away though. He was getting carried away. 'Stop!' I said. 

He stopped, and sat back. I looked at him smoulderingly from across the car. He was licking his fingers where they'd been fondling my pussy. He could've been tasting the finest gourmet food. I leaned towards him. He held out his hand. I sucked his middle finger where it had penetrated me. He leaned in and started licking it too, sharing the taste. We shared a long kiss. Tasting my juices from his lips, his tongue. He brought his fingers up between our mouths and we greedily licked them clean.

I sat back and took a leisurely look up and down his body. His knob was hard and twitching. His hand started to drift towards it. I gave him a look, pausing him in mid-motion.

'What do you want?' I asked him. I really wanted to know. I wanted to find out how this guy ticked, what he wanted the most so I could deny him it.

'To please you Miss,' he shot back almost instantly. I was surprised, that's not what I'd been expecting. Most guys will take any opportunity to tell you exactly what they want. But this wasn't most guys. This guy took pleasure in doing what I wanted. I was pleasantly shocked, I wasn't used to this.

'That's the right answer,' I breathed. 

His hand started hovering over his knob again. 'I suppose you want me to touch that?' I asked.

'Yes Miss.'

'Well...,' I leaned over the gearstick. 'Maybe you want me to suck it, sub?' I looked up into his face.

'Yes please Miss, please!'

I leaned closer. 'Well hold it for me, sub.'

He got up onto his knees and held it, an inch from my mouth. 'How much do you want it?' I said, close enough for him to feel my breath on his heated cock.

'Please Miss, please, I'll do anything!' 

I flicked out my tongue over the end. 'Beg me, sub!'

'Please, please touch it, please suck it, please, I'll do whatever you want.'

Another, slightly longer flick of the tongue. 'What would you do?' I said through his panting and gasping.

'ANYTHING!' he groaned.

I put my lips round the very tip, licked the end inside my mouth. I was rewarded with a little sticky pre-cum. I lifted my head again 'Well maybe after you've made me cum I'll suck it for you, sub!' I said with a wicked chuckle. Then I raised my lips to his and let him taste himself.

He wasted no time. He put my seat back and I turned around, planting my knees and leaning forward towards the back of the car. His hands immediately started massaging my clit, dipping down to make his fingers wet and then circling that wetness round and round. 

'Two fingers inside,' I moaned. He shoved two into me, finding my g-spot. I groaned. He took the hint and started to work over the spot again and again. 'More fingers,' I gasped. He knelt behind me, sliding three fingers in and out of me, faster and harder, just as I like it, making me shudder with pleasure. He reached forward to flick my nipple as well. I could feel the delicious rise of an orgasm building. He slid down into the foot well and leaned his head forward. He tongued my asshole and then sucked on my clit while he fucked me with his hands. I encouraged him 'That's it slave, just there!'

I was so close I could taste it. I could feel the pressure building and then my body exploded into a million fragments and my orgasm gushed over his face. It was incredible, not caring whether he was getting any pleasure at all, just using him as a sex toy. I lay there twitching, trying to remember how to breathe, feeling more release than I had in weeks as he licked and sucked me clean.

I slowly rose up on my hands, smiling like a mad woman. 'You're such a good sub,' I praised him. He lay back, looking like the cat that had got the cream, quite literally. 'Well,' I breathed 'since you've been such a good boy...'

I bent over until I could take his whole cock into my mouth. If he'd known how much I wanted to do it, it wouldn't have been so good for him but I'd been dying to suck him since I'd first seen his twitching member. I pulled free long enough to murmur 'I want you to fuck my mouth now.' He applied himself diligently. Leaning forward so he could shove his whole cock in, sliding it past my lips again and again. He used his hands on my clit as he fucked me. I used my fingers on his balls and asshole. I could feel him getting closer to cumming. I pulled my mouth away. 'I suppose you want to cum then sub?' I had no intention of letting him cum yet.

'Soon Miss,' he replied 'soon, not yet. I want to taste your cum again first Miss.'

I was happy to oblige. I lay back, high against the seat and spread my legs. He came over to my side of the car. He leaned forward, pinning me where I was. His hands came forward between us to play with my pussy. His straining cock on just the other side. I lifted myself higher on the seat to give him a better angle and suddenly there was no hand between his knob and me. 'What do you think you're doing with that cock, sub?' I asked. It hovered just at my entrance. 

'I'm going to pound you with it Miss.'

'Are you now? Did I tell you you could do that?'

'No Miss, but please, please let me!'

'Maybe you could put it in just a little then, sub.'

He slid the tip of his aching knob inside me. I could feel it twitching and jumping for more. He rocked back and forth, moaning.

'A little more now sub,' I told him. He slid it in another delicious inch and started to slide it back and forth. My resolve started to cave. It felt so exhilarating, having him poised on the edge of fucking me, and knowing he would do nothing until I gave my say so.

'Now pound me sub!' I cried. He started fucking me hard and fast. Mmmmm!

'I'm going to cum soon,' he declared.

'Cum inside me!' I ordered him, and just like that, he increased his pace and then gasped, spilling himself inside me. Moaning and shuddering he collapsed onto me. His head was cradled to my breasts. I cuddled his head, stroking his hair, telling him what a good sub he was. After a little while I whispered 'You know you're going to have to lick all that up don't you sub?!' He nodded against my boobs.

When his heart has slowed down a bit, he sank down into the foot well again. His head rested on my thigh as he licked me, licking his own cream off my pussy. His tongue started to work on my clit. 'Let me do that,' I told him. 'Just you stay there.' My hand went down to my throbbing nub. His head still rested on my thigh, my other hand stroking his head like the good pet he was. I brought myself off again, gushing for the second time that session but just before, I pushed his head down so he could drink it all up.

We lay like that for a while, catching our breaths. Then we got dressed and chatted. Enjoying a cigarette, we cracked the windows slightly to decrease the misting. After the windows cleared, we made our way back to my car.

Before I got out he whispered, 'How did I do?'

'Very well,' I told him, 'very well indeed. I'll be in contact with you again.'

When I got back into my car, and watched him drive off, I was laughing and smiling so much! I felt exhilarated, so alive! I lit another cigarette and just sat there, savouring the experience. 

Then I heard the sirens of a police car come towards me. I jumped and panicked. What if they'd seen us? Was it illegal to shag someone in a car? Of course, it must be! As the police car passed, looking for someone else, I slumped. Phew! Then laughed at myself. I quickly finished my cigarette and drove home.



Sub Beginnings Ch. 01



--//This is set before A Sub of All Kinks and tell the story of how Jason became Kisha's perfect sub//--

Jason stepped off the bus into the hot sweltering mid summer air of Tampa Florida, the sweat running down his physically almost defunct body. Jason walked inside the bus station to collect his bags, hoping the building would have some form air conditioning. Why the hell didn't these bus people take people of larger builds into account? Terrible service indeed.

Jason continued to mutter to himself as he collected his bags and looked up the sheet of paper which had the details of the room he was going to rent till he could find his own place. "This place better be easy to find otherwise this landlord is gonna have one pissed off tenant."

As Jason was walking along he bumped into a someone, his first reaction. "Hey! Watch where the FUCK your going asshole, after an 8 hour furnace bus trip I don't need shit head bumping into me."

Jason glared at whoever it was, now only realising it was a tall black woman, her skin shining in the light. Jason grunted and muttered an apology to her shocked face and walked past, dropping his sheet accidentally a moment, the woman clearly able to see where he was headed for a moment.

"Jesus Christ, how much worse can this fucking day get huh? Cabs better be easy to get here otherwise someone is gonna get a beasting like never before."

"Cabs are not hard to find but I know where that address is and will give you a lift as an apology for running into you."

Jason raised an eyebrow as the woman offered him a lift. Shaking his head Jason's wary and tired instincts told him not to bother.

"No thanks, I don't take rides from strangers. Usually just leads to trouble, but thanks anyway." Jason turned away and headed towards the main doors.

"Suit yourself," she hollered at his retreating back before continuing her walk through the building.

Jason spent 15 minutes trying to hail a cab, his mood growing darker and darker by the second. A tiny part of him felt pity for the landlord who was about to be the unfortunate soul to most likely be the receiver of the brunt of his mood. Climbing into the cab Jason gave the driver the address and sat back, hoping it wouldn't take too long to arrive there.

The cab driver didn't speak much, just grunted and talked to himself. After thirty minutes of crazy traffic, the cab driver turned off the exit and entered into a residential area. It looked like a typical suburb and there were some people outside mowing lawns or watering flowers.

Kids played games and dived into their kiddie pools. The cab slowed at a three story house, which was an oddity for the street. The house also happened to be at the end of the road which ended in a cul-de-sac. "Here you are."

Jason nodded and handed the man the exact fair with no tip, leaving before the driver could object. Hauling his bag along the tarmac. Jason was scowling by the time he reached the front door, his shirt drenched in sweat, his hair matted to his head.

He was panting by the time he had walked up the 10 or so steps combined with the average walk up the impressive driveway. Noisily, Jason rapped he knocker on the front door loudly, not seeing a doorbell.

Kisha studied herself in the mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles. She heard the knock and grinned. It was show time. Walking quietly down the hall she entered the entrance way and opened the door with a smile on her face. "Bout bloody time..."

Jason froze as he saw who it was in the door way. "Ah crap.." Jason sighed and stood there, looking hot, sweaty, tired, grouchy and completely shafted.

"You could've told me you were my land lord..."

"What? And spoil this Kodak moment? Not on your life." Kisha grinned.

"My name is Kisha Dye. Welcome to Tampa, Florida. Come on in and cool down," she replied, opening the door wider and stepping back to allow him to come in.

Jason nodded, his face still scowling. "Thanks, no doubt you already know I'm in a foul mood from that damn bus ride. Why the fuck can't these people have air conditioning?!" Jason was almost growling like an enraged tiger as he placed his bag by the wall and slumped down in a chair beside it.

"Most of them do but occasionally some of the older buses, well let's just say air isn't an option. Wine, water, beer or soda?" 

Jason with a tired look closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "A girl to drive into the floor like a nail would be great but since I don't have that then soda will have to do..." 

Jason wiped his brow, his flabby gut now visible through the white t-shirt he was wearing. "Man I feel like I lost a stone in sweat on that bus."

"You could stand to lose the weight," Kisha said as she left the room to get the soda.

Jason glared at he retreating back and couldn't stop himself from snapping. "I'm happy with my body, just coz society says I should be skinny to be good looking doesn't mean I'm not good looking already."

Kisha turned around and came back into the room. "No one said you had to be skinny. But you are in my house, my rules. Don't take that tone with me or you will not like the consequences," she warned.

Jason raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes. "Hey look, am paying for this room and I will abide by sensible rules. Losing weight doesn't fall into that category."

Jason stood and held out an envelope he had taken from his bag. "That's the first month in advance, now where's my room?"

Kisha studied him for a moment then gave him an inscrutable look. "Please stand and come this way." She was about to show him that what he thought and what was going to be reality were two vastly different things.

Jason picked up his bag and dragged it along with him following Kisha, his mood still dark. All he wanted to do was to get out of these soaked clothes and go to bed. Jason's eyes slid down her body to her ass, watching it sway in the skin tight pants she was wearing, a tiny smile crossing his face a moment as he imagined fucking her hard and fast.

Kisha was aware of his scrutiny but if she were going to make him a sub, she was going to have to work him toward it. What she was going to next would set the tone and let her know if he was the right one or not.

Jason walked behind Kisha, wondering how big this house was. They had been walking for a couple of minutes and up several flights of stairs, his breathing was hard now, his unfit state taking its tole upon his body once. "Jesus Christ, where are we going? the top of Everest?"

"Something like that," she replied calmly before finally stopping on the third floor.

Jason took a deep breath and leaned on his bag, looking at the door, his patience gone nd his anger having subsided substantially. "Well? are we going inside or just going to admire the view of the wooden door?"

"I think you'd rather admire my ass but if you insist," she replied and opened the door and walked in.

Jason's shoulders sagged. Great now she knew he'd been staring at her ass. Jason sighed and followed her inside, looking around the room.

The walls were a shade of blue and the queen bed had a match blue comforter and sheet set on it, nothing feminine about the room. Even the curtains were a shade of blue.

Jason nodded and sat his bag down beside the bed, looking over the items with a tired eye. "Looks good, thanks,"

Jason paused a moment, thinking Kisha would leave. When she still stood there he asked, "Anything else?"

"As a matter of fact yes," Kisha said before her leg lashed out, hooked under his ankle and she jerked back, unbalancing him so that he started to pitch forward.

Jason was well and truly caught off guard as he flailed his arms a little before crashing down onto the floor. A dull clatter of his heavy set body striking the floor like a sack of potatoes was heard. Jason was dazed a moment and blinked before moving to his feet, feeling his anger rapidly rise.

What was shy trying to do? Kill him? He could understand a slap for the bus station thing but tripping him? He could've smashed his skull. Glaring with a look that could've burned holes in a steel plate Jason moved face to face with Kisha, snarling. "Just what the hell was that?"

"A learning experience. Would you care for another?" she asked, her gaze suddenly becoming different as did her stance, Both screamed power and confidence.

Jason stared into the eyes a moment, his own iron will holding steady a moment, however he had few encounters with such a powerful woman in his young 19 years and finally took a half step back. "I'd rather not lose the one home I have right now..."

"Good, then we agree. Once you've settled your things you can come down and get your soda."

Jason nodded and stepped back towards his suitcase, not turning his back on her in case she tried to trip him again. "Sure, I'll be down in about 10 minutes."

Kisha smiled gently and then left him alone.

Jason rubbed his chest where he had landed and sighed. "Great now I have a psycho landlord, what would just turn my day into absolute shit would be her objecting to me looking at porn on my computer." Jason looked over his shoulder checking to see if the door had a lock on it.

Kisha had made her way down to the kitchen and sat out Coke, Sprite, Dr. Pepper and Mountain Dew. Then she sat out the fruit tray and dip. There was potential beneath all that fat. By the time she was through with him, he would be lean, sexy and a skilled lover.

Jason came trudging down the stairs around 20 minutes later, a fresh set of clothes on and barefoot. His brow was still coated in sweat from the heat of the day and a fresh coat was forming from the minor movement of coming down from the third floor. Entering the kitchen he forced a smile and looked over the tray. "Nice setup, just pick any one yeah?" Jason began to reach for the Coke that had been laid out.

"Yes, pick one that rocks your world," she joked as she sipped on her Dr. Pepper and took a bite of her strawberry.

Jason ignored the bait and sipped the coke, sitting down and ignoring the fruit. "Got any potato chips? I've been dying for a decent snack since I got off the bus."

"Nope. No chips. Try some fruit; it can be just as filling." The tray held strawberries, oranges, bananas, kiwi, grapefruit, melon, peaches, apricots, apples and two dipping sauces, chocolate and the regular fruit dip kind.

Jason raised an eyebrow again and thought to himself. ~Great a health food maniac as well as a psychopath, what the hell did I do to deserve this?~

Leaning in, Jason picked up an apple and shined it on his arm. as he did he tensing the muscle in his arm, showing it was of considerable size for a man of his weight, if he lost some of it, he could look quite stunning.

Kisha watched his movements and then with a lightning fast move she slapped the apple from his hand.

"Hey!" Jason was getting annoyed now. "What the hell was that for? You said to try some fruit so I got an apple, are apples suddenly not a fruit hmm?"

Jason was in full asshole mode now, his long day combined with the earlier incident and now this had pushed far too many buttons far too quickly.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a very nasty attitude?" Kisha asked, her body suddenly tensing. She looked like a cat about to strike.

Jason glared, his temper dangerously close to flaring out, he had no qualms about hitting a woman. Even though she was his land lord, and would no doubt kick him out, he was very close to just saying fuck it and smacking her one. "And has anyone ever told you that you're a complete PSYCHO?" Jason spat out the last word.

"Actually yes, but only as they're riding me hard and the fucking's good," she answered smoothly. 

As she slid from the bar stool and came around to stand next to him. "You really want to hit me, don't you?" she asked.

Jason stood, his face red with anger, his fists clenching as his tense muscles shook with repressed rage. "I'm seriously considering it, had you not been my land lord I would've decked you when you tripped me, When I say decked I mean hit so hard you'd be out cold for a good hour or two."

"I won't be offended if you try to hit me," she grinned, her voice mocking. "I won't kick you out."

Jason's rage had begun to subside however, his fist slowly unclenching as his breathing slowed. "You're lucky you didn't do anything else, otherwise I'd have smacked you so hard your head would spin."

"Hmm," was all Kisha said before she punched him hard in the middle of his back, to the right of his spine.

Jason cried out and fell against the table as she landed the punch into his back. Jason roared and spun at Kisha, moving surprisingly quickly for a man his size, throwing a hard and fast punch directly towards Kisha's nose, knuckles tiled down slightly to cause maximum damage.

Kisha moved sideways, reached out grabbed his wrist and with a quick flip, spun him around, slammed him down on the table with his arm pinned behind his back. "You were saying?"

Jason's face bounced off the table top with a loud thud, causing him to cry out in pain. His snarled and drove his spare arm back toward her head for an elbow strike. Simultaneously he pushed back off the table and shoved his weight backwards against Kisha to set her off balance.

Kisha simply shifted her weight and flipped him backwards and crashing to the floor as she landed on his chest, her hand around his throat.

Jason landed heavily on his back, the wind knocked out of him. Jason clutched at his throat as Kisha's hand squeezed it. Struggling beneath her, however, his heavy set body was his greatest weakness. Jason's face began to turn red as he fought to try and breath.

"When you answered that ad you agreed to my rules and you will learn, dear Jason, that I am dominant here."

Jason's eyes had turned from raging flaming to pleading tears as he felt his lungs burning from the lack of oxygen, he managed to stutter out a few word however. "Please...can't...breathe..."

"I know. Do you acknowledge my right or shall I let you pass out."

Jason felt the world begin to go black and genuinely feared for his life so began to nod, almost franticly, his hands digging his short nails as much as he could into Kisha's hand, trying to get free.

Kisha released him and then forward to give him a kiss on the lips. "Good boy."

Jason panted hard, gasping for breath the second Kisha let go. He was stunned however when she bent down and kissed him calling him a good boy. Jason took a few minutes to catch his breath as Kisha sat on his chest still, unable to resist admiring the cleavage that had spilled out a bit in their scuffle.

Jason felt his cock begin to harden, his shorts tenting slowly to a solid 7 inches. His extra weight, a grand total of 14 stones however, shrouding his full potential length.

Kisha looked behind her. "Looks like someone has a hard on."

Jason blushed a moment but then smiled as he realised he had and opportunity. Quickly he put all his strength into one move, rolling Kisha onto her back and pinning her to the floor. Jason held her wrists in one hand while his other grabbed her throat hard as he smirked. "Now the shoe is on the other foot."

Kisha grinned. "You forgot one thing," she said and looked down. Her knee was only an inch from his crotch.

Jason looked down at her knee and hmm'd. "Ah..." Jason held still before twisting his hips to the side, leaning his weight on Kisha's legs.

"Thanks for warning me" Jason winked before his face darkened. "You assaulted me."

"And you liked it," she pointed out. Jason chuckled a bit.

"What I liked was your cleavage spilling out..." Jason paused a moment, realising he had indeed liked the roughness, but not as much as the cleavage.

"You will learn to like both," she told him as she leaned up and licked his jaw line.

Jason shivered a touch as Kisha licked up his jaw line. His previous lovers hadn't been so flirtatious. The unexpected pleasure received form the act caused the hand holding Kisha's wrists to loosen slightly, his attention distracted a moment.

Kisha smiled and with a hard buck of her hips, sent him flying off her. Jason let out an 'Oof' as he was sent flying off Kisha, hitting the floor again and cracking his head off the radiator with a dull clang. Jason lay on the floor clutching his head in pain.

Kisha rose gracefully to her feet and went to the fridge. She returned with an ice pack. "I think you've had enough for one day."

Jason glared at Kisha as she brought the ice pack over and snatched it from her hand and put it on his head before he spoke. "Gimmie my damn money. I refuse to stay within 100 miles of a psycho fucker like you."

"Go rest, think about it. You'll feel differently in the morning."

Jason glared at her and sat up slowly. "The only way you'll get me thinking about staying here is if this month is free." Jason's iron will came back into play, a serious look on his face.

"I'll think on it." Kisha said

Jason slowly stood now, breathing deep, his eyes still watering from the choking and hitting his head. "Either its a yes or me and my money walk."

"Bye then," Kisha said with a shrug and left the room.

Jason grabbed Kisha's arm tightly and pulled her back and shoved his hand out in front of her. "Give me my money FIRST."

"In the tin can on the stove, fat boy," she said and gave him a sweet smile before twisting and coming free. 

Jason snorted and walked over to the stove, looking in the can. Quietly he muttered as he searched it. "Fucking bitch...have her fucking arrested when I get out of here."

"You can try, call me when you get a brain," she told him and quietly left the kitchen.

Jason took his money and took out his cell phone dialling 911. "Oh don't worry bitch, I'll have your ass thrown in the deepest fucking hole I can find."

"911. Please state the nature of the emergency."

"Yeah I'd like to report an assault against myself and a potential murderer." Jason spoke clearly and loud enough for Kisha to hear in the next room.

"Sir, what is the location?"

"It's 2500 Dunlap Rd, I'd prefer if you came quickly." Jason counted his money at the same time, making sure he had all of it.

There was a moment of silence. "Did you say 2500 Dunlap Rd.?"

"Yes I did, she tried to kill me." Jason glanced out the doorway, a part of him hoping this didn't turn ugly.

"I'm sorry sir, but it is a federal offense to call in prank calls to established emergency call center."

Jason's voice tok on an insulted tone. "What? this isn't a crank call, this chick is trying to kill me! She nearly strangled me to death! I have bruises on my arms and throat from her!"

"Sir, this is the fifth call this month from that residence. If you call back again, you will be arrested and prosecuted."

Jason was starting to get aggrivated. "What? I just arrived here today, check the number this is the first time I've ever made a call in this state! Dammit she's got a knife!"

"I'm sorry sir," the operator said and then the call was disconnected.

Jason growled and ended the call, shoving the phone in his pocket and muttered about stupid cops. Suddenly Jason paused and a smile drew across his face. 

"If they think its a crank call then they won't come..." A sadistic chuckle escaped Jason's mouth as he picked up the bottle of cooking oil and splashed a liberal amount across the kitchen work tops, making sure to cover a lot of flammable items. He then took out his lighter and lit the end, watching the flames trail along the work top.

Suddenly the fire alarm went off and he was drenched in water as the water system kicked in to put out the flames.

Jason shrugged and walked out of the Kitchen, a little damp. His work was done as he walked up the stairs to get his bag. The water damage alone would cost her a few thousand to repair and the emergency services would think it's another prank and ignore it.




Sub Beginnings Ch. 02



Jason hung limply in the shackles that secured his wrists high above his head. His hand was throbbing in agony, knowing something was broken in it. His balls were also throbbing like nothing else on earth. He had been so close to being free, no this psycho bitch had him locked up in her nut house.

Jason looked around the room, his eyes taking in the various whips and restraints and even more sex toys. Jason muttered to himself as he took it all in. "Jesus fucking Christ this woman really is a head case, when I get home Jerry is getting his ass kicked for telling me NOT to bring my gun."

"Not a head case but stubborn yes," Kisha said as she turned on the lights, momentarily blinding him. Jason squinted in the bright lights and turned his head away from them a moment while his eyes adjusted. "What the hell do you want from me?"

"You wanted a chance for a new life and I want a playmate. But see I like to play rough." Jason glared at Kisha, trying to stand up fully and take the strain off his wrists. "And just what makes you think I want to be your playmate?"

"The way you reacted when we were fighting. You have it in you to take to the lifestyle I lead." Jason winced visibly and hissed as his hand twitched. "Ahhh....well what if I don't want to be your playmate hmm? This qualifies as kidnapping you know."

"And who would believe you? I have more evidence of malicious destruction of property and since you aren't from around these parts...." she let the threat hang in the air. A chuckle escapes from Jason's lips as he looked at Kisha, "How about the best lawyers in the country hmm? My uncle just happens to be one of them. Oh and by the way, since I haven't called in the last 24 hours he'll be notifying the local police to start looking for me until I contact him." Jason grinned bigger and let his own threat hang in the air.

"You are so silly. Never leave personal effects in the open. You never know who might actually access them. I'm use to the threats and the 'oh I have loved ones looking for me' litany. They all fight in the beginning but then when they give in, they feel great. You will feel great."

Jason spat on the floor in disrespect. "Is it just me, or do I heard sirens in the distance hmm? GPS tracking works oh so well don't you think?" Jason smirked as he did indeed hear sirens coming closer. "Maybe I'll be lenient and just have you locked up for a decade instead of life."

Mario stuck his head in the room. "Kisha, Stephen's here with the medic. She wants to take a look at both of your injuries." "Thank you Mario, show them in." The smile drained from Jason's face as he realised it wasn't what he thought it was. In his mind the words formed. ~Crap...~

Stephen entered, followed by a drop dead gorgeous blonde who was about 5 feet 4 and had a sexy smile. "I heard you had a problem?" she asked Kisha politely. "Yes but he needs to be tended to first. He needs to be healed so that he can repair the damage he did to my house. He's all yours Stephanie," Kisha said and stepped back.

Jason blinked as he took in the beauty before him, his mind going completely blank as he instantly put on the best smile he could muster. Jason took a breath and spoke in the smoothest voice he could manage in his current state. "I didn't know the city was employing angels nowadays."

Stephanie grinned. "Oh, the city doesn't employ angels, but Mistress Kisha does. Now, if you promise to behave, they'll let you free so I can look at your injuries." Jason took a moment to think and sighed, seeing no other choice. "I guess I don't have any other option do I? Kidnappings rarely do."

Stephanie nodded and Mario lowered the chain on the shackles. Quentin came over and unlocked the shackle to the injured wrist. Stephanie walked up and tenderly prodded his wrist, feeling for broken bones.

Jason rubbed his red wrists, the shackle having left a definite mark. A long loud hiss escaped his lips as Stephanie prodded a broken bone! "Ahhhh careful"

"He broke it. bring that chair over here Quentin." Stephanie waited until he was seated before bringing over her kit. She had stuff in it to mend broken bones. It was a must, especially when making house calls at Mistress Kisha's house.

Jason gently sat down in the chair, taking this time to formulate a possible plan of action. He knew he had to get away, he just wasn't sure how. His eyes watched Stephanie carefully, thinking. "So Stephanie...you don't think it disturbing that this woman kidnaps people against their will?"

"Not really. I used to be one of her playmates too," Stephanie replied as she carefully wrapped the plaster around his broken wrist. "Of course I wasn't as opposed to her advances as you or most men seem to be when she first asks. I guess it something about the fact that she's a dominatrix as well as a very intimidating woman that freaks most guys out. Women, well some of us are used to domineering, overbearing males in our lives so we don't react as badly."

Jason snorted a bit. "Dominatrix? I personally think she's more of a coward since she had these goons bring me here instead of coming herself. She's as much of a real dominatrix as I am the president of Timbuktu." Stephanie shook her head. "You don't understand. It's not how the game is played. Have you never heard of S&M or bondage?"

Jason nodded. "Yes I have, ever heard of kidnapping being 100% illegal? If these chumps hadn't gang jumped me like the bunch of pussies they are I wouldn't be imprisoned here."

"Oh, you've not been kidnapped. Not yet," Stephanie laughed and then checked the cast for hardness. "If you hadn't damaged her house she might have let you leave in peace." Jason's eyes narrowed. "She's holding me against my will, that qualifies as kidnapping and everyone here is an accessory." Jason was starting to get worked up again, glancing at the door way, judging his chances of rushing it.

Stephanie helped him put his arm in the sling. She looked over at Kisha. "Mistress, I humbly suggest you let him go. He's not worth the effort and he seems to be an ungrateful person by nature."

Jason humphed to himself. "At someone in this room has some sense." Jason continued to glare towards Kisha, seeming as ungrateful as he could. "Perhaps you are right my beautiful sex slave. He does seem to be weak. Mario, take him to his room, get his stuff, his money and take him to the airport. Also give him an extra $200 for his hardship." She turned to Jason. "Don't let the door hit you where the good Lord split you," Kisha said calmly before leaving the room with everyone except Mario and Jason.

A slight smirk formed at the edge of Jason's lips as he thought to himself. ~Perfect, always a way out of things. Always do what you gotta do, no matter how degrading.~ Jason stood up as he was unshackled totally and shrugged Quentin off. "Good, I personally feel dirty after being in this cess pool. Good day to you." Jason moved to pass Kisha, letting his shoulder bump into hers roughly. "Might wanna put an ice pack on that shiner, then again. it does make you look better than before." Jason continued past her, heading for the front door.

Quentin mumbled something but subsided when Kisha threw him a look. Mario was ready to spit nails but he did as Kisha ordered and took Jason to his room to get his stuff. He held out the extra $200. "She must really like you. She actually gave you money."


Jason took his possessions and his own money but not the extra $200. "Tell her she can shove it up her ass. I don't take charity from anyone, especially pity charity." Jason picked up his bag in his good hand and headed for the front door. "Your loss man," Mario said and led the way outside to the car. Stephanie was leaning up against it and Stephen was talking to her.

Jason put on as arrogant a tone as possible. "Oh I think I'll decide on that when I'm lounging at home discussing the lawsuit with my lawyers. And I'll walk back." Jason turned from Mario, heading down the street, making sure he was out of ear shot before speaking to himself. "I can't believe that actually worked. Thank god for Stephanie."

Mario looked at Stephen and Stephanie. "He's going to be in for some shocks when he finds out the repercussions of damaging Kisha's house. I guess having those contacts and working as an interpreter for various countries is finally paying off." Stephanie shook her head. "He seems to me to just be an angry young man. I don't know why she's bothering with him anyway." 

"Is that jealousy we here?" Stephen teased. "Maybe a little. I've never seen her let so much go. I want to know why he's so damn special," she grumped. Jason made it to the end of the long road before he was forced to sit down and take a drink, the heat of the Florida day once more taking it's toll upon his heavy set body. Wiping his forearm across his brow Jason felt for his cell phone and tried to remember the number of the cab company.

As he sat waiting for the call to connect, Jason's eyes went wide as he felt pains in his chest. the sudden onslaught made his knees give way as his hand clutched at his large bosom. spots formed before his eyes and his breath caught in his throat as he fell onto his hands and knees.

As Jason lay gasping and holding his chest a group of gangster dressed youths appeared on the street from a nearby alley. Spotting easy prey they pounced upon Jason, stripping him of any and all valuables including his luggage, cell phone and money. Jason cried out as they landed in a few kicks, passing out before they were done.

Kisha was looking at the surveillance system and frowned when it hit the corner. Her eyes widened and she ran from the room, jerking out her cell and yelling instructions to Mario. It took her five minutes to reach Jason's side. By the time she got to him he was not breathing. She rolled him over and immediately began CPR. A few seconds later Stephanie and Stephen arrived to help. The ambulance pulled up shortly there after and Jason was taken to the hospital.

When Jason's eyes flickered open his vision was filled with the stark whiteness of the ward ceiling above him. His chest hurt and his head was pounding. As Jason tried to move, he winced and groaned softly. Jason closed his eyes once more and took slow shallow breaths.

"Young man you gave your girlfriend quite a scare," the doctor told Jason as he checked Jason's vitals. Jason cracked his eyes open and frowned hard at the doctor in puzzlement. "Girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend man. I don't have anyone here."

"Could have fooled me. She's out there pacing around and is even paying for your care. Now, how does this feel?" the doctor asked as he pressed on Jason's arm. Jason frowned again as the doctor spoke and wince when he pressed against his arm. "Painful. Say doc, the chick standing out there wouldn't happen to have dark skin and a puffed up face like she'd been in a fight would she?"

"Yes, she would. We tried taking a look at it but she gave my nurses a glare that puts even my best intimidating one to shame and they left her alone. She has to be a tough cookie to withstand that kind of punishment," the doctor said admiringly.

Jason groaned again and put a hand to his head and spoke quietly. "Do me a favour and tell her to take a hike will you? I don't want to be within a hundred miles of her. Plus could you bring me a phone, I need to sort out how am gonna pay you."

"She said you'd be stubborn and to not let you pay a dime. Something about owing you for a misunderstanding. So I didn't ask any more. But you can use the phone by the bed. Dial 9 and then the number you wish to call."

Jason sighed and nodded slowly after glancing at the phone. "Either way, tell her to shove her charity up her ass. I can pay my own way and don't need help from the likes of her." Jason winced again as he got a little angry.

"You know son, most people would be grateful for a good Samaritan to help out but I guess everyone is different." Jason gave the doctor a look like he was crazy. "She is in absolutely no way a Samaritan to me. She tried to make me her slave, forcefully against my will. I was given a challenge, if I could kick her ass, her and her goons let me go. So I remodelled her face after she tried to kill me. See why I don't want her anywhere near me now?" Jason was glaring now but his heart wasn't in it, he was weak from collapsing and the kicking those thugs had given him.

"I will make sure she isn't allowed in the room. You try and rest ok. You've had a rough day and your body needs time to heal." Jason nodded and laid back in the bed, breathing slow and deep. Slowly Jason closed his eyes and let himself slip into a deep sleep.

Kisha sat by Jason's bed and sighed. Never a more stubborn prospective sub had she ever met and it turned her on. Now if she could just get him in the mood.

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Jason stirred in his sleep as Kisha sighed and shifted position, the slight pain of moving dredging up memories of the fight he had with Kisha. As the memories flowed through his mind so did the underlying pleasure he had felt when he had struck her over and over again. He had in fact relished the action, as if it was a sweet elixir of life. He had always secretly enjoyed fighting someone, anyone, but always denied it to himself.

Kisha watched him, a thoughtful look on her face. She had felt his need for violence and submission. It was a heady mix. Now if she could just get him to see how good it could be...

Softly a quiet, barely audible moan escaped Jason's lips as he continued to dream, the arousal spreading through his body as his sheets began to rise. Kisha smirked. And still he was a man. She reached forward and stroked him through the sheets. Jason took a deep breath in his slumber and another, louder moan was heard from him as Kisha stroked his hardening cock through the sheets. gradually a smile formed on Jason's face.

So, he was unguarded in sleep. She carefully pulled the sheets off him. She quietly locked the door and closed the blinds before going back over and began sucking his cock. Jason shivered and quietly gasped as his dreams became hotter and felt Kisha's hot wet mouth on his throbbing erection. Slowly Jason gripped the sheets in his fists, his mind slowly beginning to awaken.

Kisha continued sucking and then slowly began playing with his balls. Jason hips slowly began to move and he softly spoke. "Ohh Gods yes...now that's what I call medical care" This was a clear sign that Jason was awake, however his eyes had remained closed, thinking it was a devilish nurse with a fetish for heavy set men.

Kisha spoke not one word but kept up her administrations. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he realized who was giving him a blow job. Jason's head rolled from side to side slowly as his hand slid down to Kisha's hair and gripped it tightly in his fist, growling now in lust. "Mmmm yeah that's it, you suck like a pro." Jason was breathing hard now and trying to ignore the dull ache in his chest.

Kisha stifled a smirk and kept sucking, proving just how good she was. Jason squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the cum begin to rise in his balls, it had been so long since he'd felt the pleasures of a woman that it was no surprise that his endurance was close to nil. "Ahhh fuck yes, gonna cum, keep sucking, mmm."

Kisha sucked some more. She would bring him to the edge of cumming and then she was going to watch the shock and anger when he realized that he was going to be denied release.

Jason bit his bottom lip as he panted now. His grip tightened painfully in Kisha's hair as his hips began moving faster, a long low groan building in his throat. "Ahhh yeah here it comes, so close, gonna cum so god damned hard!" Kisha gave one hard suck, felt his cock twitch and then she jerked her mouth away from him and dropped her hand away from his balls.

Jason growled in frustration and opened his eyes to see what the problem was. "Hey what the hell..." Jason's eyes went wide and he immediately reached for the nurse call button. "Don't bother, I unplugged it."

Jason glared at Kisha and took a deep breathe and screamed at the top of his lungs "NURSE!!!" A few seconds went by and nothing happened. Kisha continued to sit calmly in the seat and stared at him. Jason was breathing hard, both from the earlier arousal and his current rising fury. "What the hell are you doing here?! How the hell did you get in here?!"

"I came to check on you. And I walked through the door like any normal person," Kisha explained as she crossed her legs and the tight brown leather skirt rode up her thighs exposing her panties. Jason glared at Kisha and gripped the side of the bed. "Get out of my room right now you psycho!"

"You keep saying that but I've not done anything remotely psycho. You have though, marking up my walls, trying to set fire to my place. I wonder who would be believed in court, you or me?"

Jason glared at Kisha and spoke with a cold tone. "You told me to go, and I left. Now you want me back again? How about you go to hell!"

"I've been there and got a t-shirt. But you, you still exist in it. Why? Why are you so angry at the world?" she asked him frankly. Jason snorted and slid back in his bed a little bit. "That's no business of yours. Now kindly leave me in peace to recover and pay my own bills."

"As you wish." Kisha stood, stretched and her shirt and skirt both rode up, revealing a tan toned belly and sexy thighs.

Jason froze as he saw the exposed flesh, the fog of arousal still linger in his mind. Softly he whispered. "Oh wow..." Kisha slowly lowered her arms and fixed her skirt and shirt. "Good-bye Jason." She reopened the blinds, unlocked the door and walked out.

Jason blinked a moment as a question popped into his mind. Frowning he spoke after her. "Wait!" She stuck her head back in the room. "Yes?" Jason swallowed as he looked at Kisha. "Why is it that...you want me? You don't look like the kind of chick that has a thing for fat guys."

Kisha gave him a soft smile. "You're not fat. Trust me, I've seen bigger. I'm sure you could shed what you do have if you had the right...encouragement. I also happen to have a thing for men who like to fight."

Jason looked down at the bed and bit his lip again. "I see, so...you really like me?"

"I wouldn't have asked you to come live with me if I hadn't liked what you wrote in your application." Jason shrugged a little bit. "It wasn't much, just a couple of martial arts hobbies, been a while since I've done it."

"Would you like to be in shape and have great sex every day? That's what I'm offering you," Kisha said as she came back in the room and closed the door. "the only thing I ask is that you submit to me and my orders."

Jason took a few minutes to ponder this offer Kisha was offering him. "Well I have been meaning to get into shape...what kind of orders?"

"Oh, I don't know, like, "Lick my foot and don't stop until I tell you to." or "You will not cum until I tell you to." Those kinds of orders."

Jason drew his head back a bit, his face taking on a look like he had tasted something foul. "Licking your feet? I don't know about that, sounds kind of gross."

"You asked for examples, I gave them to you. I would be able to tie you up and do whatever I liked. Of course if it got to be too much for you, you could always use a safe word and I would stop immediately." Jason pondered this for a few minutes once more. "Any other catches? Like do I still have to pay to stay there coz I'm a bit short right now..."

"If you agree to my terms you won't have to pay a dime. Just be my play toy and I'll keep you well fed, dressed and happy." Jason took a long minute to ponder his options, idly rubbing his aching chest and nodded a little. "Alright, I agree to your terms but I don't think I'll be a very durable play toy since I just had a heart attack..."




Sub Beginnings Ch. 03



Kisha returned a day later and waited patiently in the lobby for them to fetch Jason. She hadn't had any subs or slaves in a while and knew that once she got him, she wouldn't have any more for a long time because he was shaping up to be a handful.

Jason sighed and stretched as he slid his jacket on and took the crutch the nurse had given him. Carefully, and a little gingerly, he took a step forward, slowly making his way across the room and out the door. As he travelled down the corridor he thought about what lay ahead for him, he hoped that it wouldn't turn out to be a bad thing.

"Miss, he's on his way down," a nurse informed Kisha. "Thank you. The donation to your organization will be well appreciated, I'm sure," Kisha said calmly and hid a smirk as the woman blushed and then scurried off. Kisha almost laughed. She could smell the pent up sexual need in people. It's what had made her much sought after. She heard voices and saw Jason come around the corner.

He rolled his eyes as one of the doctors scribbled down a diet he hadn't asked for. turning to the doctor and speaking in a voice filled with growing frustration he spoke firmly. "Look doc, I didn't ask for a diet that I as sure as hell would hate from day one, so kindly take that piece of paper and plant it where the sun doesn't shine."

The doctor frowned, moved away from him and handed it to Kisha who nodded graciously. "Thank you doc. I will make sure he does the right thing." The doctor nodded then left their surly patient to Kisha.

Jason raised an eyebrow when the doctor gave the diet to Kisha and muttered to himself just out of her earshot. Taking a deep breath, he walked up to her and put on a small smile. "Well I'm ready to go, my things should be delivered to your place sometime this evening, plus I managed to get all the stolen cards and documents voided."

"That's good news. Your stuff is in my car right now. I figured you'd want to change," she said.

He nodded and looked at the floor a moment before licking his dry lips and speaking softly. "Kisha, I uhh, wanna apologise for the uhhh...stuff."

Kisha took her hand and gently lifted his chin up so that he was looking at her. "Don't worry, you'll have time to amend your mistakes."

His eyes met her, a steely gaze boring into her. Nodding, another small smile crossed his face. "So lead the way Kisha."

She led the way out, opened the door and helped him in before getting into the driver side. The drive home was silent and they pulled into the garage. She carried his bags inside and then helped him in.

He was courteous as he could muster as she carried his bags inside and helped him up the steps of her home. Looking around he winced at the long and especially lengthy black marks along the expensive wallpaper. As he looked up towards the stairs he cringed at the hint of yellow on the thick plush carpet.

"Don't worry. Once you've rested and healed you will be correcting the mistake," she informed him.

He bit his bottom lip and nodded. "Yeah...so uhh...where do I sleep?"

"You can sleep up here for now. We'll figure out a different location for you later," she assured him."

He nodded and followed her to his bedroom, looking around the room for a few moment before sitting down on the bed, unsure of what to do next.

"Don't worry. Your training will begin in three days. Doctor said you should be well by then."

Jason bit his bottom lip and nodded, sighing to himself before lying back on the bed after Kisha had left, staring at the cieling.

Three Days Later....

Kisha smiled at the man and waved good-bye as he got in his car and drove off. Another satisfied customer. Now it was time to begin training. Grinning she walked back inside and headed for Jason's room. She knocked on the door and then entered.

He was wrapped up tightly in the warm cocoon of blankets in the bed, a slight smile on his podgy face. His breathing was slow and loud, his body having to work hard to drag air into his heavy set body.

She started at him and sighed. He was going on the diet and doing some major exercise. She refused to have a sub that was going to have a heart attack on her in the middle of playing.

"Rise and shine," she said and jerked the covers off his body, knowing the air conditioned room would wake him in a hurry.

He shivered as the cold air struck his bare legs and arms. His t-shirt and boxers were damp with sweat and he groaned. He was disoriented as he was wrenched from sleep, unsure at first of where he was. He felt for the blanket and gripped it, trying to pull it back.

Kisha grinned and jerked the blanket and sheets complete off the bed. "You will get up on your own or I will dump a bucket of water on you."

Jason took a deep breath and cracked open his eyes squinting in the bright light and spoke quietly, his brain still fogged with sleep. "Oh it's you, what time is it?" He slowly sat up in bed, stretching and yawned loudly like a lion.

"Eight a.m. I want your ass out of bed and dressed in baggy clothes because today you get to repair the damage you did to the house. You have ten minutes," She said firmly, spun on her heel and walked out.

"Eight am? Man I haven't been up this early in months." He spent a couple more minutes in bed before he rolled out and pulled out some baggy clothes. After another 15 minutes of dressing, most of his time being taken up by trying to bend far enough, he appeared outside his room and looked around for Kisha.

Suddenly a bucket of ice cold water was dumped on him.

He cried out as the icy chill soaked through clothes. Stepping back rapidly he shivered and looked to see where it had come from.

Kisha stood there with a bucket in her hands. "Maybe you didn't hear me. I said you had ten minutes, total, to get up and get dressed. You spent 25 minutes. Fifteen more than you were allotted."

He glared at her, his patience having evaporated as the icy water struck him. "So what? It's not like the work is going anywhere, is it?" His tone was full of sarcasm and malice directly squarely at her.

"When you agreed to do as I willed, this was part of the bargain. YOU will do as I say or you can get out. At the rate you are going you will be dead in a year. If you stay with me you will lose weight, get great sex and finally get some true confidence instead of this false bravado you seem to think is appealing."

Jason sighed a fraction and put on a calm tone. "You could have just gently reminded me instead of chilling me to the bone and ruining the carpets, underlay and floor boards. Now I have to rip up everything down to the boards instead of just the carpets."


"Good. You will earn your keep and break a sweat," She said unrepentantly. "And from now own you will address me as Mistress, or Mistress Kisha but never just Kisha. You won't like what will happen to you after you've forgotten for the third time."

He raised an eyebrow. "Mistress? I shouldn't be surprised considering your career choice..." He shook off the worst of the water and cleared his throat. "So...Mistress, where do I begin the demolition?"

"Down that end of the hall. Have fun."

He glanced down the hall and pondered a moment. "Where do I get the tools?"

"Everything is in the box under the window. I have to go eat. I'll see how far you make it in an hour. If you do well, you will be allowed to eat. There are four water bottles as well."

He raised an eyebrow at the suggestion that he might not get to eat. "Right" Moving towards the end of the hall, he spoke to himself, "Hope she's ordered a new carpet because those stains ain't coming out..."

"Use the hair spray, then the can of Resolve and then lemon juice," Kisha said over her shoulder as she turned the corner and went downstairs.

Jason paused mid step and glared at the wall in front of him. Taking a few moments to calm his temper he continued to walk muttering to himself. "Hair spray? What the fuck does she want me to do, give the carpet a fucking PERM!?! I bet she didn't even insist on underlay. God damn Florida carpet layers." He was fuming already and he hadn't even begun ripping up the carpet.

Kisha made it to the kitchen and began preparing the food the doctor had ordered for Jason's diet. She was having her personal trainer to come over and take a look at Jason as well so that they could suggest a regiment of exercise for Jason.

A scream of rage was heard from upstairs, slightly muffled, followed by the sound of the floorboards creaking. "GLUE! They glued the damn carpet edges to the floor!" There was a loud crash as he tipped the toolbox out onto the plastic sheet.

She laughed as she heard his scream. "Oh yes, loads of fun."

He took out a hammer and chisel and began quickly stripping up the carpets, being careful not to make any indents that were too big. Thankfully he didn't need to replace and boards, although a couple had a spot or two that was wet. He flicked the carpet back and took out a small staple gun and with a satisfying bang, secured the carpet onto the floor. Mutter more his mood darkened considerably. "Fucking cowboy carpet layers, stupid Kisha, why the FUCK didn't she have the damn sense to tell them not to glue the damn carpets!"

She was doing her best to contain her laughter. She had turned on the video monitored and listened with amusement to Jason cussing her name. One day she would show him the tapes and watch him squirm.

He tossed the tools roughly in the box and stared at the cleaning tools before him. He had absolutely no idea where hair spray came into the deal, so he tossed it into the tool box as well and picked up the Resolve, following the instructions on the bottle.

She frowned. So he wasn't going to follow directions. Well he would see.

He began scrubbing the stain out watching as it mostly disappeared. He smiled for once, at least SOMETHING was going right today. Picking up the lemon juice he squirted some onto what was left and scrubbed firmly, watching 99.9% of the stain disappear, only a tiny, barely noticeable hint of colour was left. "Not bad Jason, not bad."

Kisha had finished up her meal. She decided he had done most of what she had asked and she would feed him. She walked quietly up the steps. "Here you go," she said once she had gotten to the top. In the plate was celery, carrots, peanut butter dip and mini tuna sandwhiches.

Jason had just finished putting the tools away and looked over at Kisha for his breakfast and almost vomited on the floor as the smell of peanuts filled his nostrils. "Oh Jesus, yuck, nuts."

She sat the plate down in front of him. "You don't have to eat the peanut butter but the rest you do."

He scanned the plate and ate only the tuna sandwiches before sitting back on the floor and politely stating. "Salads make me sick."

"Salads will save your life. No more junk food for you until you've lost fifty pounds."

His expression darkened a little. "Yeah well I can't eat salads because they taste revolting to me and my throat wont swallow them."

"Don't worry, your throat will swallow them and other things you'd swear right now will never pass your lips."

His face took on a slightly puzzled expression. "Ok, how could you not understand that salads are in the same class as nuts to me, they help me vomit."

"You have allergic reactions to them?" she asked.

Jason shook his head a little. "No, I just find the taste so vile that I might as well be allergic."

"Well then, we will have to break you of that nasty little habit where you think everything that is good for you is vile. It would be different if you were allergic but since you are not you will either eat what is put in front of you or you can starve, Your choice."

He looked at the plate. "Could you cook them at least? Maybe add a little salt?"

"Yes, that I can do."

"Thanks, maybe some ketchup too?" He smiled sweetly up at her.

"No ketchup. Be right back. Oh by the way, if you use the hair spray, you will completely remove the stain," she said just as sweetly before scooping up the plate and going back downstairs.

His face darkened again as she walked down stairs and thought to himself. ~First chance I get I'm going to McDonalds...~ Picking out the hairspray he sprayed some on what left and started scrubbing again.

While the food was cooking, Kisha placed some phone calls. She'd had previously a sub that was overweight and that particular sub had been great at sneaking off and getting fast food. She decided an ounce of prevention would go a long way and knew that it would be worth it once Jason slimmed down some.

He finished scrubbing and tossed the hairspray back where he found it. "Well...once I find some money I will...till then I'll just have to force down that rabbit food and hope I don't vomit over the carpet...I'll probably have to clean it up again."

She removed the now steamed vegetables, added some salt and headed back upstairs. She handed him the plate and fork.

Jason very reluctantly took the plate and even more reluctantly physically forced himself to eat it, his face beginning to turn almost as green as the celery.

"Breathe," She instructed. "The food is not out to get you, you know," she told him.

He took deep breaths and shivered hard. "Oh-My-God, that...was so very disgusting."

"You will sing a different tune in a month." She took the plate and fork. "Now, you have some wallpaper to repair. The supplies and instructions are in that room. You have two hours to finish it and then you can have a break."

He groaned softly as he stood up. "Can't I just paint it? It'll look better that way..."

"You will do as I say or you can go without food. Your choice."

His shoulders slumped and sighed once more. "Alright, alright, am going. Sheesh." Passing her, his steps were heavy on the floor, the expensive boards creak under his weight.

Kisha stepped into one of the other rooms and emerged a few minutes later with a riding crop. She walked quietly up behind the muttering Jason and rearing back she brought the riding crop hard down on his ass.

He screamed and jumped, clutching his burning ass after the crop struck with a loud crack. Turning, his eyes blazing, he roared. "What the hell was that for?!?"

"You forgot to say, 'yes mistress.' I told you three times was the limit," She said evenly as she stared him in the eyes.

He glared dagger at her. "Ever heard of simply verbally reminding me?" Once more he 'forgot' to say Mistress, a slight hint of smirk at the corners of his mouth.

"Some men," she said softly and then with a lightning fast move, hit him with the riding crop again, this time getting his leg.

"You will say "yes mistress," or "no mistress" when answering me. Do you understand, Jason?"

He cried out again and clutched his thigh. "Dammit!" Glaring he muttered. "...yes mistress." If she looked down a bit she would see his pants had begun to tent.

Kisha could feel his lust starting to rise. She knew he would be one who liked pain as much as the pleasure. She took the crop and used it to push his chin up. "You will look at me when you say 'yes mistress' or 'no mistress' that way I know you truly understand."

He looked into her eyes, his own dancing with arousal, his voice soft, almost quivering. "Yes Mistress."

"Now, be a good boy and finish this new job and you will be able to rest and get a reward."

He bit his bottom lip and let his eyes flick down Kisha' breasts a split second before replying. "Yes mistress."

"This will be your only warning but you may not look at my body without asking permission first. Failure to remember this warning will result in more hits from my riding crop."

His eyes widened a fraction, arousal flaring in them as he subconsciously licked his lips and nodded. "Yes mistress."

"Now, finish the job and I'll be back."

He bit his lip and nodded. "Yes mistress." Turning to the walls, he began to strip the ruined paper off.

She went downstairs to her room, set her alarm for two hours and took a nap.

Jason worked as fast as his heavy body would allow, having almost three quarters of the work down, sweating heavily and panting like a greyhound after a race.

The alarm brought her up out of sleep and stretching she got up. She changed out of her outfit into a slinky lingerie piece.

He was taking a moment's rest on a trestle when Kisha neared the corner, his face red and covered in sweat like he'd just taken a shower, sounding like he was having some difficulty breathing after all the work.

"You will be able to do this without having such difficulty in breathing. My personal trainer is coming today to recommend a regiment for you. That along with the diet should help you."

He leaned back against the wall behind the trestle he was sitting on. "Trainer? Combined with a diet?" He closed his eyes and got a pained look on his face. "Next thing I know you'll be telling me I can't masturbate anymore."

"Now that you mention it, yes. You cannot masturbate without permission by me. You will learn control even if it kills you."

He blinked, his face looking like someone had just smacked him with a lead pipe and put on a slightly serious tone. "I hope to the gods that you don't want me to start reading the bible."

"Nope, bible has nothing to do with the way I play," She assured him.

He smirked. "Good because I was good and ready to tell you where to plant your bible." He slowly stood and began papering the last of the wallpaper on.

She smiled and then swatted him with the riding crop, this time across his meaty arm.

"I was good and ready to tell you where to plant your bible, Mistress," Kisha corrected.

He winced but didn't shout out this time. "Sorry...mistress. I tend to forget titles on certain subjects that animate me."

"You will learn to remember or be punished. Your choice. Now come on, it's time to take a shower."

He raised an eyebrow and motioned to the wallpaper. "Don't you want this finished." He caught her look as she glared at him over her shoulder and quickly spoke "Mistress?"

"You can work on it tomorrow. All work and no play makes man a dull boy."

At the last comment made by her, a grin spread across his face. "Mmm indeed it does Mistress." Finally, things were starting to look up.

"Come," she said again and headed downstairs.

He quickly followed, huffing and puffing as he made his way quickly down the stairs behind her.

Kisha unlocked the door and walked in, turning on the lights. The room was done in various shades of blue and the bed held silk sheets

Jason stepped inside and raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said it was time for a shower?"

She smiled and continued walking through the room toward a side door.

He quietly followed, his eyes taking in the entire room. The room was quite different and a higher class than what he was normally used to.

She opened the side door to reveal a large room that held a large Jacuzzi and an antique giant porcelain bathtub. On the wall were various Chinese art paintings and two sets of towels that matched the red, black and gold theme of the bathroom.

He was taken aback when he saw the room for the first time, softly he whispered. "Wow...now this must've taken some major Benjamin's."

"You will learn, Jason, that not everything is as it seems," she said simply. "Now, turn on the hot and cold and run the water in the tub. Drop two of those bath tablets in. I'll be right back."

He looked at the tub and nodded a bit. "Uhh, what temperature, Mistress?" He had already walked over and begun to run the hot water, tossing a couple of bath tablets in too.

"Not too hot or cold but somewhere in the middle."

He nodded and turned the taps on full blast as the tub filled, easing the cold off at the half way mark, testing the water occasionally with his elbow.

Kisha re-entered room in her birthday suit and a smile.




Sub Beginnings Ch. 04



Kisha waited three hours before going back into the room. She took a moment to study Jason's body. "Changed your mine any?"

He was visibly fuming and shook in the harness as she entered. "You said I'd only be hanging here for two hours! You lied to me!"

"You will learn that I don't lie. I am here to train you. I thought an extra hour appropriate."

He glared and shook in the harness once more. "Care to let me down now? My arm has been cramping for the past 20 minutes."

"Not yet. By the time we are finished you will be able to hang in there for 24 hours."

Softly he growled and shook again as he tried to move his arm from its painful position. The last twenty minutes had used up whatever patience he had left from the two hour hang. "Why would you want me to hang here for 24 hours?"

"Because I wish it and after a while you will do whatever I wish you to do."

His eyes flared as his arms once more cramped painfully and his temperament snapped, obscenities and curses spewing out of his mouth before he had time to think. "For fuck sake you stupid cunt, my fucking arms are killing me! Let me fucking out or am gonna kick your ass through the god damned wall!"

"Wow, you can speak. I hope you enjoy hanging because you get to stay another three hours for that mouthful. Tata," she said and left him.

"What?!? No! Let me go! You don't understand I, AARRGGHH!"

He let out an extremely loud wail of agony as both his arms cramped, feeling almost as if the muscles were tearing. Tears began forming at his eyes as fireworks of pain exploded in front of his vision.

Kisha gave him ten minutes then came back in the room. "Had time to think yet?"

Jason was almost whimpering in the body harness, tears streaming down his face from the agony flashing in his arms. "Please...the pain...it's too much."

"Yes it might be too much but you can either tolerate it or allow the original punishment."

He let out a low groan and had to cave in to her demands. "Fine, alright you win. I'll take the original just stop the pain please."

She lowered him to the floor and slowly untied him while massaging his cramping muscles.

He simply lay face down on the floor moaning into the floor as the pain finally subsided and the blood tingled through his sore muscles. "Thank you for that..."

"You see, you can get rewarded when you obey," she purred.

"Yup, rewarded for being a lapdog, what a high my life has hit this time. My father would be so proud..."

His voice was slightly muffled as he spoke into the floor, but the dripping sarcasm was clearly obvious.

She cuffed him sharply and then snagged a riding crop from the floor. She began hitting his ass hard.

"OW! Damnit!" He held his head from the sharp blow that smacked his forehead into the floor too. Seconds later the hard, stinging blows from the crop began raining down upon his ass.

"OW! Shit! Fuck! OW! STOP!" He quickly covered his burning ass with his hands, trying to shield himself from the blows.

He rolled to the side, relieving his ass from the crop but not realising his cock was now exposed.

Kisha didn't stop but gave him five quick hits to his cock.

Jason screamed in agony at the sudden harsh pain from the crop striking his semi erect cock. As he quickly covered it and cradled it, he shamefully realised it was hardening from the pain.

"My, my. You are turned on," she said calmly, before forcing his face up to look at her.

He was panting now, fresh tears running from his eyes at the pain. He stayed silent, having no smart ass response for this. He knew it to be true and felt both ashamed and excited about it.

"You see, Jason, I am not your enemy but your Mistress and I will make you enjoy every minute of your life. Or I can make it hell. Your choice."

He spat out the next few words, trying to rally his rage once more and bury his excitement in it, hoping it would simply go away along with his desire to be here. "Well so far I haven't had ANYTHING to enjoy. All that you've done is beat me up for doing forbidden things without telling me they are forbidden!"

"So you are admitting you want rules."

"No, I'm admitting I wanna know what stuff I have to not get caught doing!"

"Fair enough. No masturbating without my permission. You will follow the diet the doctor prescribes for you. YOU will call me Mistress at all times. You will not speak unless asked to do so."

Once more he stayed silent, however he gave her a grudging look of agreement. The look had obvious underlying tones of muttering in his head.

"I want to hear you say, "Yes Mistress," when I asked or explain something to you."

He hesitated a moment before mumbling a half hearted, "Yes Mistress."

He let his eyes fall to the floor as he said this, his defiant streak still strong in him.

Kisha patted his face. "Don't worry. You will get better."

Jason closed his eyes as the pat, a tiny hint of a smile at the edge of his mouth.

With a wince he let one hand slowly trail over the large red welts that had now formed across his ass and thighs.

"Come let's get you soaking in a tub."

He nodded and slowly rose to his feet, getting the feeling of his legs back before he tried to fully stand. Prideful he refused any help to stand, quietly in the back of his mind he remembered a song he had heard once before.

"The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice To change myself, I'd rather die Though they will not understand I won't make the greatest sacrifice You can't predict where the outcome lies You'll never take me alive"

She led him to the bathroom and ran the water. She put some healing salt into the tub and gestured for him to enter it.

He eyed the tub a moment before reluctantly stepping into it. A long hiss was heard as he slowly sat down, the hot water stinging his wounds.

"Do not worry. It will feel better soon."

He gave her a look that did no communicate belief, this lasted only a moment however as the hot water began to relax his sore muscles.

A long low groan of relief rolled from his lips without him realising and a look of bliss could be seen faintly on his features as his eyes closed.

Kisha slid her hands into the water and gently began rubbing his body, being careful of the welts she had inflicted on his cock.

Jason tensed a little in the water as her hands slid across his skin. His body still wary of her touch, fearing it might be about to inflict more pain upon him without reasoning.

She continued her slow, gentle movements. Never shouting or adding pain, only giving pleasure.

Gradually he began to relax and his muscles began to loosen, a small quite moan of pleasure escaped his lips as her fingers lightly grazed the welts on his cock. Even injured he could still pick the pleasure out and use it to cause a rise to form.

"See, it doesn't all have to hurt. It only hurts when you disobey," she calmly instructed before getting a special medicated soap that she used to lather her hands up and use on his body.

"Yeah well..." He could think of nothing else to put after this, his mind distracted now by the slight sting he soap gave to his welts.

Slowly as her hands worked lower on his body, his cock seemed to harden more so.

"Would you like to ride me?" she asked casually as she continued stroking his hardening cock.

He looked up at her and was about to readily agree when his paranoia stepped in. Raising an eyebrow he asked cautiously. "What's the catch?"

"No catch. You've earned it."

He thought a moment, enjoying the slight sting combined with the pleasure of Kisha stroking his length. In almost a whisper he spoke. "Then I'd have to say yes. I'd love to ride you."

She easily shed her clothes and stepped into the bathtub with him. She kneeled between his legs and continued stroking him for a moment, her gaze on his face.

He grip tightened on the edge of the tub as he watched her climb in with him and kneel between his legs. A long soft moan escaped his lips as he caught a look of her shaven lips as she stepped into the tub. The sight of her swinging breasts brought a visible jerk from his cock at the thought of his length thrusting between them crossed his mind.

"How about this. I let you play with me however you want. No strings attached."

Raising an eyebrow once more he cocked his head to the side. "Ok for this I know there's gotta be a catch, no way would a high class chick like you let me do whatever I wanted with you."

"You'd be surprised what a "high class chick" like me is willing to do. Being a domme and sub is a give and take relationship. If all I do is take then you will hate me and we'll be forever fighting. But if we both give and take, the relationship works better."

Once more he let his mind think over the possibilities as his paranoia made sure of the details. "And I won't get punished for what I do to you? Even if it ends up getting a bit rougher than you intended?"

"Nope, no punishments. I'm giving you permission to do what you want to do."

Having confirmed his insured safety, a sadistic smile of evil intent crossed his face. Revenge was going to be so very sweet.

Suddenly his hand shot out and smacked her across the face in a hard slap. "THAT is for not telling me what is forbidden BEFORE punishing me"

She blinked and kept her eyes on his face, not once uttering a sound.

Slowly he stood up, a menacing aura around his large body, like a wild bear finding out his master is all alone with nothing but his clothes on.

Jason gripped her by the hair and ignored the protests from his muscles at the use so soon. He pushed her to bend over the side of the full tub, her face millimetres from the surface.

She didn't struggle but she did moan in anticipation not fear.

He leaned close, his voice laced with the pent up lust for revenge he had felt the past two days. His fist tightened painfully in her hair. "You will now see why you have made such a terrible mistake in taking me in..."

Suddenly he plunged her head downwards into the water, watching the bubbles float up. He smacked her ass for good measure as he held her down for 20 seconds before yanking her head back up.

Kisha came up sputtering but she didn't cry out. In fact she was turned on by the roughness. She could feel wetness running down her leg.

He was smiling as he whispered in her ear, feeling his control of his beast slipping. "How long do you think you can hold your breath Kisha?"

He roughly gripped her breast as he spoke, squeezing her nipple and twisting painfully. "One minute? Two minutes?"

He spoke this next part in a dark murderous tone, "An hour?"

"As long as it takes," she replied.

He thrust her head once more under the water, holding her there. At the same moment he nudged her legs wide and unceremoniously drove his long thick cock into her soaked pussy and began driving into her.

She moaned happily and rocked even as she doing her best not to let breathe escape her.

He chuckled another venomous chuckle and raised his arm high above him. With all the strength he could muster he brought his forearm down hard across her back to drive the air from her lungs.

His hips continued to drill into her all the time, his arousal sky rocketing higher than ever before.

She had to gasp and the water was forced into her nose and mouth.

He held her tighter, even as she began to squirm with the urge to breathe. His eyes grew wider, filled with an erotic madness he had felt only once before.

He timed it perfectly, waiting till she was beginning to stop squirming, a sign of beginning to black out, before yanking her upwards once more and slapping her ribs to make her cough up any water.

The water streamed from her nose and mouth and she took shallow breaths. She'd had done this before with another dom and hadn't forgotten the lesson learned from that time. She would do as she had said and play sub to his domination of her. Let him get it out of his system before she began to bring him to the heel.

Reaching over slowly with his spare hand, letting her watch, he picked up the old fashion straight razor. A 'cut throat' razor as it had been called by many. He brought it to the chocolate skin of her throat, the razor sharp blade barely touching the surface. "Tell me Kisha, do you think you are going to die today? hmm? Or do you think I'll simply cut you to ribbons and leave you maimed for life?"

"Whatever please you, master," she said the last word deliberately.

He slowly brought it down to her nipple, stroking the cold flat blade against it, watching it harden. "Which would you prefer Kisha? To live the rest of your life with nipples and without a clit? Or to die right now?"

"Whichever option pleases you master."

Tightening his grip in her hair, he brought the razor up to her face. "You decide Kisha, pick one, so forever more it'll be up to you. Unless of course, you decide to forgo the rabbit food, that just might quell my urge to sculpt your flesh with this blade."

"Death," she stated calmly.

Jason's breathing was hard, he looked into Kisha's eyes as he gently pressed the blade to her throat, breaking the skin and no more. "You would rather die than forgo a diet?"

"Yes."

His eyes softened dramatically, a sorrow filling his voice as he tossed the razor away and slowly stood up, Turning Kisha round on her knees so she was facing him. "Then you truly are a fool Kisha, no one should value beauty over life."

He pulled her face close to his throbbing cock. "Now worship the only cock you will be worthy of servicing till you realise your flawed philosophy."

She looked at him for a moment and then opening her mouth she slowly slid it down the length of him.

He titled his head back and moaned long and louder as his cock hardened once more to its full potential. "Get it good and wet bitch, because in a minute it's going to be rammed up your asshole."

She moaned happily and began sucking him faster.

He gripped her hair tighter as he thrust his hips forwards, fucking her mouth like a pussy, hard and brutal.

After a few minutes, he yanked her from his cock and pushed her down onto her knees. "Open up that ass bitch, because this train is coming in ready or not."

Reaching behind her she spread her butt cheeks and smiled. "Give it to me, master." She was dripping wet from her pussy and loving it.

An evil smirk spread across his face once more as he lined his thick cock up with her asshole and roughly pushed forwards into her, not bothering with time to prepare her. To be honest, at this point, he didn't care whether he ruined her for life. His malice and revenge was in full swing now and he was sorely tempted to begin just laying into her right now.

She grunted and then moaned.

Jason grabbed her hair once more as he rammed his cock back and forth into her anal passage. With his free hand, he began slapping across her ass, thighs and back, his anger beginning to get the better of him.

So much rage. She hadn't expected anything less from him. He had deep wounds that needed to be worked on but for now, she would let him have his way with her.

Once more he yanked hard on her hair, now snarling in her ear. "Beg for it you little whore, beg me to beat you like the dog you are!"

"Beat me master for I have been so bad."

He snarled once more, a truly sadistic smile crossing his lips as he raised his fist high in the air, al the pain and suffering that had built up over the last two days came rushing out as he brought his fist down hard upon her back, smashing his knuckles into her muscles over and over again.

As he did this his cock began to swell and his rage filled his mind with hallucinations that he was beating his father and not Kisha, making him pay for the pain he had caused him.

The pain was starting to drown out the pleasure but she had been too well taught to even complain. "More," she whispered.

He would have gladly given more however he was beginning to tired, his free flowing rage becoming a burden now upon his exhausted body. He collapsed backward onto the floor, panting and ordered. "Finish me off before I catch my breath and beat the hell out of you."

There was a slight tone of pleading in his voice, the fear of having lost control now showing in him. Softly he whispered to himself. "I won't turn into him..."

Moaning more for pain than pleasure, she turned and collapsed onto her knees. Her back was throbbing but she took him in her mouth and began sucking.

He slid his fingers through her hair but gripped lightly this time, even stroking her head a bit. "Ahhh yeah that's good, nice and gentle. Nothing better than a climax after a workout."

She could feel his muscles rippling in his cock and she knew he was ready to cum.

His grip tightened in her hair as his body began to tense, his balls rose tight to him as his cock began to pulse. Suddenly his tip exploded outwards into her mouth, his salty and slightly sour seed rocketing out into her mouth.

Kisha gagged only slightly before beginning to swallow it all down.

Jason felt her gag a bit on his cum and had to chuckle, taunting her. "Ahhh yeah thats it bitch, swallow my funky spunk."

He shuddered as his climax finished, laying on the floor now, exhausted from his activities.

She licked him clean and then collapsed in a heap on the floor. God but she hurt all over!

A soft snore was heard from Jason now as he slipped into a shallow snooze, his chest slowly rising and falling as his cock wilted between his legs.

A shadow appeared in the doorway as a large gruff looking man appeared inside it and raised a curious eyebrow, before dropping his bag lightly to the floor. "My, my, we have been busy today haven't we?"

Ian chuckled softly as he noticed Kisha was unconscious and quietly walked over to her prone body. Slowly he knelt down and let his finger tips slide teasingly over her sweet spot, knowing this would rouse her from her slumber.

She moaned and her eyes fluttered open. Her body was already responding to his touch. "Ian?" she croaked, a pained smile flitting across her face.

Nodding he smiled and spoke softly. "What did I tell you about doing warm up exercises before you get into heavy stuff, Mistress?"

"I would have but the moment was unplanned," she groaned and weakly pointed to a glass of water on the bed stand.

Ian rolled his eyes playfully and shook his head before fetching the glass of water and helping his mistress sit up. "So is this the guy you want me to work on?"

"Yes, I gave him free rein with my body and I'll be out for a few days but he is in the bathroom."

Ian made a hissing sound and an ouch face. "Oooo, man, he did this?"

A low whistle was heard as he surveyed the already appearing bruises. "He's going to be quite a handful once he's fit, even more than me in a bad mood, you sure you wanna do this?"

"Yes, I have to. I'm not going to explain why. Just, please Ian, help me with this one."

He nodded and offered a hand to help her up, he glanced over at the sleeping form of Jason and cocked his head to the side a moment. "Is it just me or does he look like...you know who?"

"Sh, Ian. Enough. Just let it go," she whispered as she took his hand and let him pull her to her feet.

He put up one hand defensively and let the subject go. "Alright am letting it go, so you want the full regime? Up at dawn back at dusk?"

"Hell yeah. I want him slimmed down and lean. I know he has it in him."

Ian nodded and a smirk formed on his face. "Alright then, and for this I get a session on Saturday? I've been eager to show off my new butt to you"

Kisha smirked. "Oh yes," she whispered before pulling his face down to hers and kissing him.

He returned the kiss with needy passion and gently pulled her body close to his. Reluctantly he pulled away, the mischievous look on his face turning to a strict drill sergeant one. "I'll get started right away."




Sub Black Lesbian 4 White Dom



AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you like this story, please provide me your feedback and let me know it. Also, any input you have as to what you would like to see happen with these characters would be great. Finally, like Mary Katherine, I am looking for my Miss Violet, so if you are out there, I want to hear from you. 

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Day One...

Mary Katherine slowed her BMW and pulled over as the police car with the blaring sirens zoomed past her. This is par for the course for this neighborhood, she thought, as she headed to her mother's apartment. She hated coming to this part of town...the ghetto. Why her mother continued to live here was a mystery to her. There were lots of low income places available in much nicer neighborhoods. Thank God, she had the good sense to get an education and get the hell away from this environment. 

Mary Katherine pulled up to the tenement apartment building that her mother lived in. Her apartment was directly above the liquor store and the fried chicken take out place. There was always a crowd of drunks in front of the liquor store and the local thugs were on the corner as usual selling crack. She parked her car and put the steering wheel lock on. Even though her car had the most modern alarm system, she didn't trust anyone in this neighborhood and wanted to make it as difficult as possible for them to steal her car.

She walked up the three flights of stairs to her mother's apartment. The hallway reeked of the various meals that the tenants were cooking. Also, with the thinness of the walls, you could hear anything from babies crying, to cursing and arguing, to the latest profanity filled rap music. Once again, she was amazed that she had grown up here and thanked her lucky stars that she was able to escape. After only one knock on the door, her mother threw open the door and wrapped her arms around her. Her mother was a sizeable woman, who was proud of her obese frame.

"Kizzy, it's so good to see you, baby!!!" her mother said, as she continued to put her in a bear hug.

"Mother, you know that I don't like to be called that. My name is Mary Katherine now. Please call me by my proper name!!!" Mary Katherine corrected her mother. She knew that she would be going through this routine with her mother, but it was exasperating all the same. She was born the year that Alex Haley's movie Roots came out, and for some ungodly reason her mother decided to name her Kizzy. She often wondered if her father had bothered to stick around until she was born, would he have intervened in her mother's decision of a name choice. Since she was the product of a "hit and run" as her mother put it, she knew nothing about her father. 

Throughout her teenage years, she was teased and tormented by her peers about her name. Her 18th birthday present to herself was to head straight to the courthouse and legally change her name. In choosing her new name, she wanted something that sounded elegant, dignified and...White. Not only did she want to rid herself of her ridiculous first name, she even went so far to change her last name to O'Hara in tribute to her idol and heroine, Scarlett O'Hara. So that is how Kizzy Jenkins became Mary Katherine O'Hara. When she started college that fall, not only did she have a new name, but she had a whole new persona to go with it. She learned the benefits of an education at an early age, but it paid off when she was awarded a full four year scholarship to Yale, which allowed her to escape the ghetto that she grew up in. The day she headed to Yale, she knew her life would change for good. 

"Mother...? Why you gots to be so proper? Why you just can't call me Mama? I did give birth to you, and I named you Kizzy. It aint fitting for a child to go and change the name that your Mama gave you," her mother fired back.

This was going to be an interesting couple of hours she thought. She looked over at the table to see that it was piled high with fried chicken, collard greens, corn bread, chitterlings, and sweet potato pie and a pitcher of sweet tea. Great, I'm going to have to be in the gym every day for a month after this meal, Mary Katherine thought. 

Mary Katherine got through the next two hours visit with her mother and made excuses of having an early meeting at work the next day in order to end her visit. She only came to visit her mother once every two or three months. She usually encouraged her mother to come to the suburbs to visit her for their get togethers. Her mother enjoyed cooking for her and felt that she was too thin. If she ate like this on a regular basis, she'd be as big as her mother, Mary Katherine thought. 

A couple of hours later, Mary Katherine was grateful to be back home in the comfort of her three bedroom townhouse in the suburbs. She had just stepped out of the shower and was standing in the mirror admiring herself. At age 35 she was quite an attractive woman. She stood 5'8" and weighed about 130 pounds. She unwrapped the towel from her head and let her damp hair fall down to her breasts. Thank God for hair weaves she thought. The style that she currently wore was identical to the honey blonde colored tresses that Beyonce wore. The grey contact lenses that she wore really complemented her honey blonde hair and brought out the color of her eyes. Yes, she was an absolute stunner, she thought to herself. Although she was not quite as light skinned as Beyonce, she was quite pleased with the caramel color of her skin tone. She took every precaution to stay out of the sun and to cover up, otherwise she would be looking like one of those dark Hershey chocolate colored black women that she despised. Her mother was a darker brown skinned woman, so she surmised that the one "gift" that she did get from her father was her caramel skin tone.

It always amazed her that most people considered "proud black women" to be those angry militant crazed black women. She was not that kind of "sista." She was educated with a Master's degree from Yale and she loved her job as a marketing VP with a top fortune 500 company. She made a six figure salary, lived in the suburbs and lived quite comfortably. Her neighbors were upper to middle class and to her knowledge, she was the only black person living in her subdivision. She had been living there for two years now and the only other black or hispanics that she had seen coming and going were the domestic help that worked there cleaning other people's homes. She thought that perhaps there were a handful of Jews that lived in the neighborhood, but like her, they were the exception to life in this Waspy white existence. Yes, life was good she thought. Her current existence was the complete opposite of the ghetto life she had known growing up with a mother on welfare.

Yet, with all of this there was something missing. She had this burning desire that she yearned to fulfill. She got into bed and flicked on the TV and DVD player and put on her favorite movie -- Gone with the Wind. She loved this movie. The thought of black people being slaves subservient to their superior White masters, turned her on. She was definitely born 150 years too late she thought. Mary Katherine fast forwarded through the DVD to her favorite part of the movie.

"Miss Scarlet, I don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' no babies." Whaaaappppp!!! This was the part where Scarlet slapped the slave Prissy across the face for telling a lie. Mary Katherine delighted in the scene and started rubbing her clitoris with one hand, as she wound the movie back to replay the scene three or four times. She got herself worked up in such a state that she had to turn the movie off and take out her dildo and take care of business. How wonderful it would be to have a demanding White mistress slap her across the face. After reaching an orgasm, Mary Katherine grabbed her laptop computer. She went to various BDSM and kink websites scanning the posts to see if her dream woman was out there. While she was completely happy and fulfilled with her job, she yearned for companionship. Mary Katherine was a confirmed lesbian who was only interested in White women. She had not had a serious relationship since she was in college. Since then, it was mostly hook-ups and one night stands here and there. Lately, they had become more and more infrequent, as they were not satisfying and she really was not getting what she was looking for.

Mary Katherine wanted far more than sex. As a matter of fact, what she was seeking was more a mental experience than a physical one. For weeks now, she had been perusing the personal ads on various kink and lesbian domination sites. She had no luck in finding what she was looking for. She had been thinking about posting an ad of her own, but had been reluctant to do so. She had certainly had her share of run-ins with crazies and nuts in the chat rooms. Most of the people that she met and hooked up with were people that she met at the various lesbian clubs that she hung out at. Although she had chatted with people on the internet, she had never met in person with anyone. There were just as many crazy women out there as there were men. However, her frustration was getting the best of her and she figured that she would be very explicit in what she was looking for and carefully screen any response that she received before responding to anyone. So this was her frame of mind, when she crafted the following ad and posted it on several websites that primarily specialized in lesbian domination:

Submissive black female 35, seeks CRUEL, MEAN, DOMINANT WHITE MISTRESS who knows how to put a slave in her proper place. You have an air of superiority and deep down inside have a racist side. You are comfortable using the "N" word and you resent all these damn illegal immigrants trying to take over our country. You take pleasure in seeing minorities in a subservient role and feel that you are above them. You secretly wish that slavery was still the law of the land. You are also a lesbian and take great pleasure in having women serve you and you enjoy humiliating and degrading them. You are cruel, aggressive, self-centered, demanding and feel that you should be catered to. 

I am into "light discipline" such as face slapping, hair pulling, and spitting. These are my desires, however, I am here to serve my mistress and I welcome whatever gifts you have to offer. I would be especially grateful if my mistress saw fit to use me as your personal toilet. This is the ultimate in humiliation and the woman that I seek would take great pleasure in it.

I am attractive, unattached with no children. Prefer if you were too. Initially seeking intimate encounters, but willing to consider more permanent relationship, if the vibes are there. I am seeking a mature woman, age 40 -- 55 who is at least 5' 8" and size pleasingly plump to BBW. A big butt is a plus, as I am very much into ass worshipping. Looks and physical features are unimportant. It is more important that you have the proper mentality based on the desires that I have outlined above. 

Finally, please do not respond to this ad if you are male, masculine female, a couple or black women who are mad that another black woman would place an ad like this. We each have our own kinks and vices. I am trying to be as honest as I can be and I hope that I am able to find my dream woman. I hope to hear from you soon.

Mary Katherine read the ad over and over again before finally hitting the button and posting it to several websites. When she turned out the lights and went to bed that night, she was optimistic that she would find what she was looking for. 

It didn't take long for her to get her first response to her ad, and she was extremely disappointed that it was from some black woman reading her the riot act for being a "wanna be." At first she was going to respond to the woman, but she decided against it and just deleted the message. She got several of these types of responses. She also received a response from a woman who wanted to watch her have sex with her dog...delete. Mary Katherine also received several responses from both black and white men who wanted to meet with her. After receiving so many stupid responses which she had deleted, she could not resist responding to one idiot guy to ask if he was illiterate and couldn't read, or perhaps he was just plain stupid and did not know the meaning of lesbian. 

It had been about six weeks since Mary Katherine had posted her original ad. After about three weeks of nothing but negative responses, she had stopped checking the email address that she used for her "kink" stuff. Out of curiosity, she decided to check her email. Her box was full, but there was one subject line that immediately caught her attention. It was from someone named Miss Violet and the subject line read: Do you want to be my niqqer bitch???

She immediately opened the email to learn more about the sender, but to her dismay the email was completely blank. There was only the subject line and nothing more. Was this someone playing a joke on her? Perhaps it was another angry black woman or even worse some man. But then again, it could be the real thing. It could be that wonderful White mistress that she had been searching for. She figured that she had to take a chance to learn more, in the event that this person was real. So with great caution, she prepared her one word response to the sender and answered "Yes" and responded to the email. She laughed at her own foolishness and continued to read through some of the other responses that she had received. She had read through about four emails, which were the same as the earlier responses and no one that she was interested in when she a response from Miss Violet popped into her mailbox. She opened the email and was extremely surprised at the length of the email since it had only been a few minutes since she had sent her response. The email read as follows:

Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Violet. You may call me Miss Violet. I am a 54 year old White woman originally from Alabama. I am a proper southern belle now transplanted to the big city. I am 5'6" and weigh 180 pounds and I am size 18. I read your posting with great interest, so much so that it stirred something inside of me that I thought that I had suppressed long ago. I am currently widowed and my children are grown. Having grown up in Alabama, I was raised with much of the thoughts about colored people that you have outlined in your ad. Yes, I said "colored." I can't keep up with all these fancy names that darkies call themselves these days. As far as I am concerned, you are all niqqers; however, in polite company I use the term colored so as not to offend anyone. My grandfather was a member of George Wallace's inner circle and my family has been affiliated with the Klan for generations. So I have been raised to think that you people are clearly beneath me. In my current business dealings, I am forced to interact with you people; however deep inside I feel that you uppity niqqers need to be somewhere cleaning my toilets or shining shoes. I have long wished that I had grown up in the days of Dixie where niqqers knew their place. I listened to my grandfather tell stories of more genteel times when niqqers stayed their place...or else. We had a live in colored girl named Minnie when I was young who went and got herself pregnant. I will never forget the look of pain on my mother's face at the sight of this bright mulato child that she gave birth to. Everyone in town knew who the Daddy was. I will also never forget the look of shame on my father's face. Of course, given the fact that the girl had no family and she was in no position to refuse my father's advances, she was no count niqqer trash and the fault is still hers. One day Minnie was serving me at the dinner table and made the mistake spilling gravy on my new dress. The hurt and outrage that I felt for the dishonor that had been done to my mother by this woman had been building up inside of me so much that I took this as my opportunity for my revenge. I grabbed the tureen of hot gravy (for those of you who don't know it's a gravy boat) from her hands and poured it over her head. I then hit her over the head with the empty tureen until she fell to the floor. At which point I started kicking her and spitting on her in a fit of rage. My father and my brothers looked at me as if I had gone plum crazy and pulled me off of her. However, my mother sat there with a very slight smile, similar to the Mona Lisa. At that moment, I saw the pride that my mother felt in the restoration of her dignity and White womanhood that this niqqer wench had stolen from her. I had never felt more love for my mother than I did in that moment. That gal left our home never to be heard from again. I have never had a better feeling in my life than the day that I whipped that niqqer bitch's ass. Ever since then, I always had deep sexual desires at the thought of dominating and humiliating colored girls. I do so as an honor to my mother.

So, clearly you can understand that when I read your email it revived feelings that have been suppressed for years. I have had a few back alley encounters with paid women who have allowed me to dominate them, but it is not the same feeling of having a niqqer bitch who knows her place, who recognizes that I am superior to her and who considers it to be a position of honor to be allowed to beg and grovel at my feet. When I read your post, all I could think was could this person really exist? Could the gods have been so kind as to allow us to connect through some means of time and destiny? So it is with this frame of mind that I am responding to your post. Like you, I am seeking just an initial encounter and for anything further, we will take it one day at a time.

I will be up front with you to ensure that we are clear on what MY desires and expectations are. I know that you have listed yours, but they are unimportant and matter little to me. You will do what I tell you to do or there is no need to proceed with this at all. That being said, I will pull your hair, slap your face, spit in your face and I will beat you with a belt on any part of your body that I see fit. I will beat you for no reason other than that is what I feel like doing and because it gives me pleasure. After I beat you, I am sure that my pussy will be soaking wet at which point I expect you to orally service me. Of course, there will no reciprocation. For my amusement, I may require you to fuck other people, or I may decide to keep you all to myself. I have not decided yet. But if I require you to fuck others, you will do so without any hesitation. I will verbally assault you and your name will be Niqqer Bitch most of the time. I will treat you cordially if we are out in public; however, behind closed doors you are to be subservient to me at all times. At times, I may require you to wear a collar and leach, I may treat you as furniture to sit on, prop my feet on or whatever and of course I will use you to do my cleaning. If we connect, I may ask to you to accompany me in my travels. So there you have it. If you wish to proceed and make contact with me under MY TERMS and conditions, I look forward to hearing from you. I agree with you that this is more of a mental fucking than a physical one. As I said, these are fantasies that I have suppressed for years. I have on occasion had opportunity "play" with paid escorts, but never have I had the real deal, which you sound like you could be. 

If you wish to continue and see where this goes, please ad my email name to your IM and meet me online for a chat at 7PM on Friday night and we will go from there. I do hope that you are for real. I cannot tell you how excited I am at the prospects of connecting with you. I actually saw your ad a week ago and prepared this response, but did not send it. 

I hope to hear from you.




Sub Black Lesbian 4 White Dom



Miss Violet

By the time that Mary Katherine got to the end of the email she had to stop and take a breath. Halfway through reading the email she actually stopped breathing and was completely focused on the email. I think it was when she got to the part about beating the maid. This is it!!! This is the one. This is who I have been looking for and it sounds like she has looking for me. Mary Katherine literally jumped up from her computer and danced around the room shouting "Oh joy, oh joy, oh joy!!!" She re-read through Miss Violet's email again and again and just started saying her name out loud "Miss Violet" my new mistress. In all of her excitement, she wondered what did Miss Violet look like? She was glad that she wasn't some petite woman. She was always attracted to women who had some meat on the bones and a little bit of girth. So the fact that Miss Violet was a size 18 was perfect. Mary Katherine logged into her messenger and added Miss Violet to her IM contacts. When she added her name, it showed that she was online. Unable to contain herself she immediately typed a message.

"Hello Miss Violet. I just read your email. You responded to my ad." Mary Katherine wrote.

"Who are you?" was the response that came back.

Mary Katherine was confused and disappointed. Was this some joke and perhaps someone was playing with her.

"In my email, I asked you to IM me on Friday at 7PM. If you are my Niqqer Bitch, then you are already disobeying me by contacting me before I gave you permission to do so. Are you my Niqqer Bitch and have you disobeyed me?" Miss Violet wrote back on the IM.

Mary Katherine almost did cartwheels she was so happy. Her fingers moved so swiftly on the computer keys, her mind almost could not keep up.

"Yes Miss Violet. This is your Niqqer Bitch. I guess I did disobey you and responded to you before Friday. I was just so excited to see you online that I couldn't help immediately contacting you. I have been looking for someone like you for so long that I just couldn't help myself and responded to you immediately since you were online." Mary Katherine explained, hoping that Miss Violet would understand.

"So in other words, you completely disregarded what I told you, in favor of pursuing your own desires. Is this the type of relationship that we are going to have?" Miss Violet responded.

"No Miss Violet..."Mary Katherine replied. "I am here to serve you and do as I am told. I am sorry for disobeying you. I could not help myself as I am anxious to connect with you and be of service to you."

To her dismay Miss Violet logged out without responding. Mary Katherine was devastated. What had she done? How could she have been so stupid? Friday was only two days away. When she added Miss Violet to her contacts and saw that she was online, it did not even occur to her not to contact her. She immediately send Miss Violet an email explaining that she did not mean to offend her and that she desperately wanted to meet with her.

It had been two weeks without a word from Miss Violet. Mary Katherine was checking her email twenty times a day, but nothing. She wasn't sure whether or not she should send Miss Violet another email, as she did not wish to upset her further. It was Friday, and to her dismay her mother had talked her into coming for a visit at her house on Saturday. Whoopee Mary Katherine thought; another trip to the ghetto. How she hated that place. She tried to talk her mother into coming to spend the weekend at her house, but her mother insisted that she come and visit with her until she agreed. It had been about ten minutes since she last checked her email and this time when she checked there was a message from Miss Violet. The subject line read: Dinner Tonite???

The message from Miss Violet was inviting her to dinner at one of her favorite Chinese restaurants. What a coincidence, Chinese was Mary Katherine's favorite food as well. She had made reservations and "EXPECTED" Mary Katherine to be there at 7PM sharp and she requested that she wear red. Miss Violet advised that this was their opportunity to get to know each other and if she did not show up, there would not be another opportunity. She also warned Mary Katherine that she would be "disciplined" for previously disobeying Miss Violet regarding the email. So she should also be prepared to receive her punishment. Mary Katherine sat there reading the email with a big smile on her face. It was 4PM and that didn't leave much time. She decided to stop by Nordstrom's and pick up a new outfit in red. Nothing too sexy, it had to be something dignified and classy. Clearly Miss Violet was not looking for a hoochie mama. While she was in the store, she stopped at the make-up counter and had them do her make up as well. By the time she was finished she changed into her new outfit and headed straight to the restaurant. 

Mary Katherine arrived at the restaurant at 7:05PM. Rush hour traffic had slowed her down a bit. She asked at the reservation desk for party of Violet and was shown to a table in the corner away from everyone. Miss Violet was already there waiting. Mary Katherine was shown to the table by the waiter. He pulled out her chair to seat her, but she did not dare sit down without Miss Violet's permission. The waiter said "Madame, please have a seat." She locked eyes with Miss Violet who was taking her in from head to toe. Miss Violet spun her gloved finger indicating that Mary Katherine should turn around which she did. She did a very slow twirl for Miss Violet so that she could take it all in. Miss Violet gave a nod of her head indicating her approval at which point Mary Katherine sat down. The waiter helped push her chair in with a look of curiosity at this whole situation. When he asked if they would like something to drink Miss Violet spoke up and ordered a $200 bottle of wine for the both of them. The waiter walked away seeming relieved to get away from this situation, tensing that something was going on between these two.

"Very nice," Miss Violet said as she took off her gloves. "Actually, I'm somewhat disappointed. I was hoping for someone who was darker with more afro-centric features. I guess it doesn't matter when we're behind closed doors and in the dark. Besides, with your looks you are more presentable in the circles that I travel in. Although, I intend to refer to you as Niqqer Bitch, what is your name?" Miss Violet asked.

Mary Katherine had never been so nervous in her entire life. She wasn't even this nervous when she interviewed for her current job, which was a six figure position. "Mary Katherine O'Hara" she managed to say barely above a whisper.

"Mary Katherine O'Hara??? Are you bullshitting me? Is that your real name? I have never heard of a niqqer with a name like that." Miss Violet responded. "Based on your posting I was truly expecting something more colored sounding like Laquita or Shaniqua or something like that." Miss Violet snorted as the waiter brought their drinks.

Mary Katherine figured that she should come clean and tell her full story. "May I tell you about myself, Miss Violet?" she asked. By the time she finished telling Miss Violet about herself they were half way through their meal. When she finished speaking Miss Violet just sat there silent staring at her. She didn't say a word. This made Mary Katherine very nervous. Mary Katherine also noticed that she was starting to feel very moist between her legs. Miss Violet was definitely giving off the "I'm in charge" vibe and Mary Katherine was loving it, and ready to do Miss Violet's her bidding. Unfortunately, Mary Katherine just wasn't sure what she was supposed to say or do, so she didn't say much and she tried not to stare or look directly at Miss Violet. She knew that back in the day, black people were not supposed to look White folks in the eye. From what she could see of Miss Violet, she was dripping in expensive jewelry, a custom tailored Chanel suit and she was clearly a woman of major wealth. Mary Katherine had enough wealthy clients to be able to recognize this. Miss Violet was not a pretty woman. She was not even an attractive woman. In the face she was quite plain with chubby cheeks and a double chin. For some reason, her lack of beauty made her more appealing and desirable to Mary Katherine. Her brunette hair was pulled back in an old style bouffant piled up on her head with fashionable diamond combs. She had minimal make up on. Although she had been sitting the whole time, Mary Katherine could see that "baby had back." From the spread of her hips on the chair, Mary Katherine concluded that she must have been well endowed with a big ass. Also, she had thick calves, which was another indication that she had thick thighs and big legs. That was the physical aspects of Miss Violet. She had an air about her as if she was used to giving orders and being waited on. Her voice was stern with a slightly southern twinge. She definitely looked like she had been well taken care of. Mary Katherine could only imagine what Miss Violet had in store for her. 

Violet sat across from this magnificent creature so pleased she could hardly say a word. The niqqer was gorgeous even according to White standards of beauty. How wonderful was it to have a niqqer bitch with class, etiquette and White features? Talk about having the best of both worlds. She had so many things running through her mind about what she intended to do to this bitch that she truly had to calm herself down. The other thing that she was so pleased about was the niqqer bitch's submissive demeanor. Mary Katherine knew her place and showed Miss Violet her proper respect without having to be told to do so. Yes, Violet thought that she was going to absolutely love her new toy. She had only intended for them to have dinner tonight, but she was feeling a bit of a tingle between her legs and also the thought of disciplining Mary Katherine was making her even hotter. She was ready to take the next step and take her home. Normally, she wouldn't entertain these skanks in her home, but this one is different and she seemed trust worthy she thought. As a matter of fact, she was looking forward to keeping her for the whole entire weekend. But what if, Mary Katherine wasn't prepared to spend the weekend with her? For a fleeting moment, Violet felt a twinge of disappointment, but then she came back to reality. It's not like the bitch has a choice. She'll do as she's told and stay the weekend. With that, Violet took out her cell phone and asked her driver to bring the car around. 

She waived the waiter over and asked for the bill. A look of disappointment came over Mary Katherine's face that the evening was ending so soon. Miss Violet smiled as she already recognized the power that she had over her new toy. The waiter arrived at the table and placed the leather billfold on the table to await payment. It was at this moment that Miss Violet decided it was time to fuck with Mary Katherine. 

"Are you ready for me to whip your ass, bitch?" Miss Violet said loudly with a smile. 

"Yes, Miss Violet." Mary Katherine said, feeling both embarrassed and stimulated at the same time. The waiter just stood there uncomfortably waiting for payment.

Miss Violet decided to play with her some more. "I'm not so sure, bitch. Tell me why I shouldn't just go home and completely forget about you?"

"Miss Violet, I was disobedient and I deserve to be punished for disobeying you. Please beat my ass Miss Violet." Mary Katherine pleaded, completely ignoring the waiter.

Miss Violet flipped open the billfold to see that the cost for dinner was $289, mostly because of the expensive bottle of wine that she ordered and they barely touched. She pushed herself away from the table, threw the bill at Mary Katherine and said "Pay the bill, bitch, and make sure you leave the waiter a good tip." Miss Violet then leaned over to the waiter and said, "Niqqers are such horrible tippers. I'm going to make sure that you get a good tip." With that she winked at the waiter and walked out to her waiting car. 

Mary Katherine pulled out her credit card and included a $60 tip for the waiter. This was turning out to be quite an expensive evening. With the $350 she had spent on dinner and almost $300 on her new outfit and make-up, it was definitely more than she had planned. Thank goodness she could afford it. Once the waiter bought back her credit card she signed it and rushed outside. She thought to herself that the way that Miss Violet embarrassed her that she could never come back to this place, but deep down inside she was actually loving it.

She got outside and looked around but did not see Miss Violet anywhere. Then the window of a parked 2012 Maybach car rolled down and Miss Violet called her over. She joined Miss Violet in the back seat as the driver drove off. Mary Katherine didn't dare ask where they were going. She just sat there in silence awaiting further instruction from Miss Violet. After a quick fifteen minute drive through the city, they pulled up in front of a town house in one of the more affluent parts of town. Miss Violet had not said a word to Mary Katherine during the entire ride. Violet had been formulating exactly what was she going to do with her new toy once she got her home, but she was still feeling a little uneasy about bringing a stranger to her home. She had a really good feeling about this one, but still they had just met. Well, they had just pulled up in front of her house so there was no turning back now. They were already here. However, just to be on the safe side she had one more trick up her sleeve to mentally fuck with Mary Katherine.

"Niqqer bitch, give me your wallet." Miss Violet demanded. Mary Katherine handed over her wallet without hesitation; however, she was curious as to why Miss Violet wanted her wallet. Violet rummaged through Mary Katherine's wallet and took out her driver's license, social security card and credit card and handed her back her wallet. When the driver opened the door to the car Miss Violet stepped out first and then Mary Katherine. The driver asked if he would be needed any more tonight. Miss Violet told him that she would not need him again until Sunday. However, she handed him Mary Katherine's personal documents asked him to hold on to the items until he returned on Sunday. She also advised him if anything were to happen to her that he was to immediately turn these items over to her attorney.

Mary Katherine stood there dumbfounded. Finally she spoke up, "Miss Violet, I'm sorry but I have family plans tomorrow. I'm going to need these things back...." Before she could complete the sentence Miss Violet violently slapped her across the face with an open hand. 

"That will be all Charles. I will see you on Sunday. Come niqqer bitch." Miss Violet instructed, as she entered her palatial home. Mary Katherine dutifully followed her. Trying to figure out what was she going to tell her mother for not being able to meet her tomorrow. 

Miss Violet headed straight for the bedroom. It was a massive suite of rooms, which included an adjoining sitting room that was bigger than most people's living room, a huge bathroom with a sunken jaccuzzi tub and of course the bedroom with a massive California king size bed. It was elaborately decorated with sculptured walls and gold leaf trim everywhere. They were the only ones in the house. Once inside the bedroom, Miss Violet instructed Mary Katherine to strip. As Mary Katherine was taking off her clothes, it was the first time she had an opportunity to see Miss Violet standing fully erect in the light. She was extremely pleased at the voluptuous figure that she saw standing before her.

Miss Violet seemed to be preoccupied with one of the large diamonds on her hand. She turned to Mary Katherine in a rage and held her hand up to her face. For a moment, Mary Katherine flinched thinking that Miss Violet was going to hit her again. However, she held this huge three carat flawless diamond ring up to her face and yelled, "Look what you did to my ring!!!" Mary Katherine was confused and looked very hard at the ring. Finally, she noticed what appeared to be a small red smudge on the ring. At first she wasn't sure what it was and what she was supposed to do about it. Miss Violet noticed her puzzled look and grabbed her by the face and dragged her to the mirror. Mary Katherine looked at herself in the mirror and noticed at least a two inch minor cut across the left side of her face. It appears that when Miss Violet slapped her across the face, her diamond must have cut Mary Katherine's face. 

"Your niqqer blood has defiled my precious diamond. Now what the fuck are you going to do about it, bitch?" Miss Violet said as she held her hand up in front of Mary Katherine's face once again. Instinctively, Mary Katherine grabbed Miss Violet's hand and started licking the blood from her diamond as she mumbled apologies. 

This act caught Miss Violet by surprised and pleased her immensely. Of course she could not let Mary Katherine see how pleased she was. She held her hand up to inspect her ring. There wasn't a speck of blood on the ring; in the meantime the blood was starting to run down Mary Katherine's face from the open cut. Miss Violet disappeared into the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet and returned with bandages and cleaning solution. She started cleaning the cut with the cleaning solution and saw the discomfort in Mary Katherine's face and knew that it stung like hell in her open wound. This gave Miss Violet a bit more pleasure. She did not want Mary Katherine to mistake her action for kindness so she explained to her, that she thought it best to bandage and dress her wound so that later when she was sitting on her face none of her filthy blood would defile her. 

With that, Miss Violet instructed Mary Katherine to undress her. She was ready for fun. Mary Katherine gently undressed Miss Violet. She got down on her knees and reached up under Miss Violet's skirt to pull down her panty hose. She unrolled each one gently, ensuring that she did not cause any runs. She neatly folded the hose and continued to remove each article of clothing until Miss Violet stood before her stark naked. She could barely contain her excitement at the sight of Miss Violet in full nudity. She did have a bit of a belly pouch and there was also some cellulite on her thighs and dimples on her ass, but as far as Mary Katherine was concerned these imperfections just added to her appeal. Mary Katherine was also delighted to see that Miss Violet had a full bush. She loved a woman with a hairy pussy. Miss Violet realized the effect that her naked body was having on her toy, so she just stood there giving Mary Katherine the opportunity to enjoy her nakedness. 

Violet must say that Mary Katherine was having a similar effect on her. The girl was absolute perfection. It took every ounce of Violet's energy to keep herself in check and not act like a kid in a candy store with this girl. She had to keep cool and remember that this was just a lowly niqqer bitch that was here to serve her. Speaking of serving her, it reminded Violet of Mary Katherine's disobedience and the fact that she needed to be punished. Violet thought that a good ass whipping with the belt would be an appropriate punishment. She had just the right leather belt. She went to her drawer and pulled out the belt. Let the games begin. "Time for this ass whipping, ten lashes for the niqqer bitch." Violet said to Mary Katherine.

When Miss Violet announced that it was time for her punishment, Mary Katherine tensed up. Miss Violet grabbed Mary Katherine by the hair and almost snapped her neck when she threw her to the floor. She started wailing with the belt while Mary Katherine writhed in pain on the floor. The first sting of the belt caused her to scream out in pain. Miss Violet immediately came back with another lash, and another and another and another. She didn't care where she hit and she wasn't aiming for anywhere in particular. Theblows struck Mary Katherine on the back, on the butt, on her arm on her thigh, on her hip on her back again. Between delivering blows, Miss Violet was keeping count and giving a lecture to her for being a disobedient niqqer. Somehow, Mary Katherine found herself apologizing and pleading for Miss Violet's forgiveness. By the time that Miss Violet was up to a count of nine, Mary Katherine thought that she was going to pass out. She was so relieved to receive that tenth and final blow, after which she just crumpled at Miss Violet's feet in a fetal position.




Sub Black Lesbian 4 White Dom



While all of this was going on with Mary Katherine, Miss Violet was having flashbacks of beating Minnie upside the head with the gravy tureen. She was transported to a different time and place. To have this niqqer at her feet begging for forgiveness, the look of pride and redemption on her mother's face, it was all so orgasmic and intoxicating. She was brought back to reality when Mary Katherine crumpled at her feet. She grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to her knees, and buried Mary Katherine's face in her dripping pussy. Although she was in pain, Mary Katherine dutifully began lapping Miss Violet's juices and eating her pussy. The taste of Miss Violet's pussy took away all of her pain as Miss Violet's pubic hairs tickled her nose. Mary Katherine was covered in welts and bruises and Miss Violet almost came again as she admired her handy work. 

"Did you learn your lesson, niqqer?" Miss Violet asked Mary Katherine. 

Through a face full of tears, Mary Katherine confirmed that she had learned her lesson, thanked Miss Violet for disciplining her and promised that she would be a good obedient niqqer bitch from now on. Miss Violet responded by hocking and spitting a massive loogie in Mary Katherine's face. Miss Violet looked in Mary Katherine's face and with the mixture of tears, spit and her pussy juice all over her face; Miss Violet could not recall seeing a more beautiful sight. Between the two women it was hard to tell which was more in heaven and enjoying the experience. Miss Violet stretched out on the bed and told Mary Katherine that she wanted her to worship her from head to toe. Mary Katherine obediently got down to the bottom of the bed and started kissing Miss Violet's feet. She started kissing and licking the top of her feet and then sucking each toe. While Miss Violet's toes were meticulously pedicured, the soles of her feet were black with dirt since she walked around barefoot in the house. Mary Katherine sucked and licked between each toe and licked the bottom of Miss Violet's feet until both of them were clean. 

Next Mary Katherine began to kiss and massage Miss Violet's legs. As she made her way up Miss Violet's thighs, she kept looking at her hands against Miss Violet's skin and just staring at it. Violet noticed her doing this and asked her what was on her mind. Mary Katherine told Miss Violet how honored she felt that she was allowed to rub her filthy niqqer hands over Miss Violet's beautiful White body, and that she just felt so privileged to be allowed to serve Miss Violet. Hearing this was music to Violet's ears as much as it was to Mary Katherine's to say the words. Mary Katherine continued her trek up Violet's body making her way once again between Violet's legs. After letting Mary Katherine nibble on her clitoris for a few minutes, Violet turned over and put her massive ass in the air. 

"My ass needs to be worshiped, bitch" she said to Mary Katherine. Mary Katherine parted Miss Violet's ass as if it were God parting the Red Sea. She stuck out her tongue and buried it deep in Miss Violet's ass. Mary Katherine tongue fucked Miss Violet's ass while alternating between sucking her rectum, and finger her clit. Violet was loving it. She flipped over so that she was sitting on Mary Katherine's face and was grinding her full ass on her face. This went on for a few minutes and both were really caught up in the moment until Miss Violet's stomach started churning and bubbling and cramping up. At first she tried to ignore it, but eventually she had to let out this long stinky farts while she was sitting on Mary Katherine's face. Although it wasn't her intention to fart on Mary Katherine's face, she did it again after seeing how much Mary Katherine loved it from her reaction. 

Although Mary Katherine was almost suffocating with the bulk of Miss Violet's 180 pounds smashing down on her face, she was extremely happy. She was even more surprised when the nosey fart slipped out and went straight up her nose and down her throat. It stank so bad that she initially gagged, but it made her suck and lick Miss Violet's ass even more. She was a little bit concerned about Miss Violet though, because she could hear her stomach churning and bubbling up and she was wondering if Miss Violet was okay. 

After a few more minutes of ass worship, Violet stood up and said that she had to go to the bathroom. She said that Chinese food always ran right through her. She went to the bathroom and left Mary Katherine in the bedroom to await her return. Mary Katherine laid on the bed looking up at the ceiling not believing how incredibly lucky she was to have met this woman. Although her body was covered in bruises, she had been spit in the face and she couldn't imagine what was next, she was happy as a pig in shit. She was right where she wanted to be. It had been a few minutes since Miss Violet had left to go to the bathroom and Mary Katherine was becoming worried. She went to the bathroom to check on her. The door was open so she walked right in. The putrid stench of Miss Violet's shit permeated the room as Miss Violet sat on the toilet straining to unload another turd. She seemed a little uneasy by Mary Katherine's presence, since she was not used to having anyone in the bathroom with her.

Sensing Miss Violet's discomfort, Mary Katherine tried to put her at ease. "I just wanted to make sure that you were alright. May I stay and keep you company." Mary Katherine asked, as she sat on the floor next to the toilet bowl at Miss Violet's feet. While it was a bold move, Mary Katherine had hoped that her actions showed Miss Violet that it was her intention to remain in the bathroom with her.

"Why would you want to stay in here while I take a dump?" Violet asked. "It stinks like hell."

"Miss Violet, I would rather smell your shit than smell the most expense perfume on the market. As a matter of fact, I am the luckiest niqqer bitch alive to be sitting right here right now." Mary Katherine said.

Violet was falling for Mary Katherine and she knew it. This was the woman of her dreams that she had been looking for, for almost 30 years. Based on Violet's look of approval, Mary Katherine took that as a sign to be even bolder, she spread Violet's legs while she was still sitting on the toilet shitting and begin to finger her pussy while sucking her nipples. She alternated back forth sucking and biting Violet's nipples, while fingering her clit. In between moans of pleasure, Violet let out more farts as numerous turds splashed in the water. This was absolute pleasure Violet thought. Mary Katherine was absolutely wonderful. At that moment she leaned down and passionately kissed Mary Katherine on the mouth. It was a long passionate kiss with eyes closed and an exchange of tongues and saliva. The kiss lasted for several minutes until Miss Violet opened her eyes and looked into the face of the niqqer bitch that she was locked in an embrace with. Then the reality hit her, "What the fuck am I doing she said to herself?" She was sure that these were the same types of tricks of seduction that Minnie had plied her father with to get her pregnant. These niqqer cunts are some tricky bitches Violet thought as she pushed Mary Katherine away. Violet was pissed off at herself for her moments of weakness in letting it show how much she liked Mary Katherine. She was in control and she needed to do something to remind Mary Katherine of this fact. For each moment of weakness where she showed Mary Katherine some kindness, she had to counter it with a moment of spite and cruelty, Violet thought. The first thing she needs to do is get the hell off the toilet and then she can figure out her next move. Violet started to reach for the toilet paper and as soon as she put her hand on the roll, an idea came to her of how she could mentally fuck Mary Katherine for making her weak.

"Mary Katherine, I'm done on the toilet." Miss Violet informed her as she stood up. Mary Katherine stood up as well and they both looked into the toilet at the full load that Miss Violet had deposited. Finally, Violet informed Mary Katherine, "My ass needs to be cleaned. Surely, you don't expect me to clean my own ass when I have you here?" Violet said very angrily.

Realizing that there was a job that needed to be done and jumping to it, Mary Katherine immediately agreed with Miss Violet, "Of course Miss Violet, I will clean your ass." Miss Violet put one leg up on the tub and leaned over the sink spreading her ass cheeks in order to give Mary Katherine better access to her soiled ass. When she parted her ass, you could see the chunks of brown shit caked and stuck between her ass cheeks.

Mary Katherine went to grab some toilet paper so that she could take care of the job at hand when Miss Violet violently grabbed her by the hair and got in her face and yelled at her, "Bitch, what the fuck do you think that you are doing???" 

Mary Katherine looked confused. "I'm going to clean your ass, Miss Violet. Like you told me to do." 

This was the moment of cruelty that Violet had been waiting for. This was her ultimate opportunity to show this niqqer bitch who was in charge. Violet was feeling a little crazy. She couldn't believe the tricks that this niqqer was using to make her fall for her. But she was about to show her. She slapped Mary Katherine hard across the face causing her to fall on the floor. The only reason she slapped Mary Katherine was because she was mad at herself. 

"Bitch, did I not just kiss you on the mouth???" Miss Violet asked, almost spitting the words out. "Ordinarily, I don't go around kissing niqqers on the mouth, but do you know why I kissed you on the mouth???" 

"No..." Mary Katherine mumbled, terrified of what was about to coming next. 

"Well, let me ask you this question. Do you have a tongue in your mouth?" 

"Yes..."Mary Katherine mumbled, still confused about what was expected of her.

"As long as you have a tongue in your filthy niqqer mouth, why the fuck would you need toilet paper to clean my ass??? Now get over here and lick my ass clean, bitch!!!" 

With that Violet turned around got back into position, propped her ass up in the air and parted her butt checks so that Mary Katherine could lick her ass clean. As she was turning her back to Mary Katherine she caught a look of terror on her face and for a minute she thought that Mary Katherine might not do it. This was the true challenge of whether or not she really owned this bitch. She stood there waiting what seemed like an eternity, but the biggest smile crossed Violet's face the minute she felt Mary Katherine's breath approaching her ass, in preparation to lick it clean. Once again, she thought of her mother. Vindication for White womanhood over the niqqer bitch. 

Violet had mirror's positioned throughout her bathroom, so she was able to eagerly watch as Mary Katherine dug the caked up shit out of her ass with her tongue. When Mary Katherine first realized that Miss Violet expected her to lick shit out of her ass with her tongue, a moment of panic engulfed her. She couldn't do that, but what choice did she have? What would happen if she told Miss Violet no? Miss Violet would probably beat her ass until she turned blue, but worse than that Miss Violet would dump her and never see her again. Mary Katherine thought about everything that she had experienced this evening and thought that this is what she had been looking for for at least 10 years. She wasn't ready to give this up. Look how long it took her to find a good White woman like Miss Violet who recognized her for the lowly niqqer that she was. Where would she find another woman like that? She should be proud and grateful for having the opportunity to eat shit out of Miss Violet's ass. Mary Katherine felt ashamed of herself for not wanting to lick Miss Violet's ass clean. Besides she reasoned, just remember how wonderful her farts were. Eating her shit is probably ten times better. After arguing with herself for what seemed like hours, but in reality were only seconds, she proceeded with the job at hand and licked Miss Violet's ass clean. When she spread Miss Violet's ass the smell was the first thing that hit her, but then she thought about the farts and how good that made her feel. Still, she had a hard time sticking her tongue in shit and looking at it, so Mary Katherine closed her eyes. She took her tongue and dug the chunks of shit out of Miss Violet's ass. The chunk of shit sat on her tongue and she was uncertain of what to do with it. 

Violet was watching Mary Katherine's every move in the mirror like a hawk. This was so intriguing to her. She could see Mary Katherine's struggle with herself with the chunk of shit sitting on her tongue. No sooner than Violet said in her mind, "swallow the shit bitch" than it seems like Mary Katherine read her mind and took a big gulp and swallowed it. At first she had this look of discuss on her face and looked like she was going to vomit. However, it must have given her new found vigor and motivation because after that, Mary Katherine sucked the rest of the shit out of Violet's ass like a champ. 

When Mary Katherine was sitting there with the lump of shit on her tongue, she knew her options were limited. Spitting it out was not an option. Basically, she decided to just swallow it and make the best of it. How bad could it be? She pushed the lump of shit to the back of her throat and pushed it done. It was really bitter tasting in her mouth, but she kept envisioning Miss Violet's face and the look of sheer pleasure and pride at her well trained niqqer. This look of satisfaction and pleasure on Miss Violet's face spurred her on to do a really good job in cleaning her ass. With new found vigor she licked and sucked every piece of shit out of Miss Violet's ass. Even after all of the shit was gone, she licked and licked and licked some more. To show Miss Violet what a good job she had done, she took a piece of toilet paper and had her give a good wipe just to show that there was no shit left in her ass crack. Sure enough, the toilet paper was clean and white after Miss Violet did a test wipe of her ass to see how well Mary Katherine cleaned it.

The pride that Violet was feeling at that moment washed away the early moments of weakness that she had felt. Mary Katherine was still on the floor smiling showing a mouth full of brown stained teeth. Although she was feeling incredibly proud of Mary Katherine, she refused to show it and walked away from her and headed back to the bedroom thinking, she sure put this niqqer bitch in her place. 

Both Miss Violet and Mary Katherine were looking forward to the rest of the weekend.



Sub Ch. 01



I walk into the room and you closed the door behind me. I felt you approach me. 

"Remove your clothes." You commanded in my ear. I, of course, did as you asked. I quickly shed my clothing and stood there, naked and waiting for your next move.

"Bend over the bed." You instructed me. I did as you wished. After I had bent over the bed, I spread my legs, making myself ready for your hard dick to have its way with me. Seeing this you said, "No, put your legs together and your head down." After I was in position, you explained to me what was going to happen.

"Saturday night you sent me an E-mail. In that E-mail you told me that you were touching your self and being very naughty. It made my dick very hard, thinking of you like that. I really wanted to be there to touch you myself, but you knew I could not." He sighed. "I do not liked to be teased. For that you will be punished." You stated this simply and then moved to stand behind me, a little to the side of my ass. As I waited for my punishment to begin, I felt my pussy tingle and dampen.

Then I felt the first smack. It stung. Pleasurable sensations coursed through my pussy. The smacks increases in frequency and in intensity as tears welled up in my eyes. I could feel my cheeks heat up and then burn. I imagined that my ass looked bright red to you by now. You proceeded to give me a dozen or so smacks with your big hand, until I was crying and begging for forgiveness.

After that spanking, I thought that you would rub my sore, red ass and forgive me, but you did not.

"Stand up and walk over to the couch. Put your hands on the back of the couch, " You said as you removed your clothes.

I did and this time I did not spread my legs. I waited for you to command me to do it. But you did not. I heard a heard a squirting sound, I realized it was lube being squeezed out. Now I knew what you had planned for me. My pussy twitched in anticipation. I then felt your presence behind me again. I felt your hands spread my ass open and the soft touch of you hard dick on my asshole. You rubbed your dick on my little hole, making me squirm, trying to get it inside. Then with one shove, you buried your dick to the hilt. I cried out in surprise and a bit of pain, as my ass was not used to rough fucking. But, I knew this was part of my punishment and I knew I was going to get fucked hard. You did as anticipated. You pumped my ass thoroughly and without mercy. I thought you were fucking my ass hard until you grabbed my shoulders and used me as leverage, using my own body to slam your cock into my ass. Then I knew what hard was. Your cock hit bottom in my ass over and over, causing me to wince. You grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. 

"Are you a naughty slut?" You asked while pounding my ass. When I did not answer, you smacked me on the ass and shoved your dick in harder.

"Yes!" I screamed breathlessly.

"Are you my slut?" you asked with another smack.

"Yes!" I screamed again.

"Are you my slave?"

"Yes!" I screamed in agony and with pleasure with what you were doing to my ass.

"Yes what?" you prompted.

"Yes My Lord!"

"Good. Don't ever forget it." You seemed satisfied with my answers so you got back to punishing my ass. Over and over I felt you cock drive into my ass. You were so strong and hard with your discipline of me. It seems my ass always suffers. I could feel my ass getting sore and tender from your abuse. But, I liked it. I loved the feel of you fucking me in the ass. I know that when you fuck me in the ass, I have no control, you have it all. I am powerless with you in my ass. And I love it.

Thankfully you reached around my body and rubbed my clit.

"Cum for me slut" You growled in my ear. "Cum on my fingers. Cum. Cum." You plunged a finger into my pussy sending me into hot waves and spasms of orgasm. I cried out at the pleasure of what you were doing to me.

Soon after I felt you hot cum shoot into my ass and I knew you were done...for now.



Sub Ch. 02



I stood there, bent over the couch, waiting for you next command.

"Go into the bathroom and bathe. But do not dry off." You said.

I quickly did as instructed, washing my sore ass well. As I washed, I noticed that my pussy was dripping wet and my clit was hard and sensitive. I washed all of the wetness away, leaving my body clean and prepared for your use.

I walked out of the bathroom and you were sitting on the couch, smoking.

"Come here and sit at my feet." You said. I walked over and sat between your feet as directed. I looked up at you from my position on the floor. You smiled at me and said, "You will now please me to make up for your earlier behavior." 

"I want to please you My Lord." I said. 

"Good. Do it." You commanded. I wondered briefly what I could do to please you. Then I knew. I slowly lowered my mouth to your soft cock. I let my tongue show you how much I wanted to please you and be in your good graces again.

While I was licking and sucking your dick, you said "Get on you knees." I did and this position allowed me to get closer your cock. I brought my hand up to caress your balls while my tongue bathed your hard dick. 

You ran your hand down my back to my ass. You slapped my ass rather hard and then proceeded to finger my hole. I felt the lube on your finger and knew that my punishment was not over. You inserted one finger in my hole, making me moan with pleasure. I then felt a second lubed finger probing my ass. 

"You like that, don't you?" I could only moan in agreement. "That is good because I love fucking your ass. I am going to make you my little anal slut."

Your fingers probed my opening as you spread your knees wider, giving me better access to you balls. My mouth left you engorged cock and trailed down to your balls. I reveled in the pleasure your fingers were giving me. Even after the punishing ass fuck I had just received from you, I longed to feel you cock violating my ass again. When you fuck my ass, I know that I am yours to dominate. 

With these thoughts in my head, I took your balls in my mouth. I made sure to give them a thorough sucking. My hot mouth soon returned to your cock. I used my hand to pump your dick while my mouth sucked and my tongue flicked at the head. When you started to cum, I pulled you out of my mouth but you said "No, swallow it all, slut." I returned my mouth to your cock, waiting for this new experience. You placed your hand on the back of my head, forcing me to stay in place. I felt your hot cum squirt out and I tried not to gag. But, like a good slut, I swallowed it all.

"Lick me clean." I licked and sucked every drop from your spent member. When I was done, I did not remove my mouth, as you did not tell me to, I just laid my head in your lap, your soft cock resting in my mouth.

You leaned forward to have better access to my body. Your other hand began to probe around my slippery pussy until it found my sensitive clit. I moaned loudly as you rubbed and pinched my little bud. With your hands busy fingering my ass and the other stimulating my clit, I was brought to a swift, hard orgasm. My hips bucked and jerked with the spasms of my bliss, causing me to cry out. My ass contracted and squeezed your fingers rhythmically, my pussy contracted and pulsed and my clit throbbed. I panted and whimpered around your cock as my orgasm subsided. I collapsed in a heap, half on the floor and half in your lap. I felt drained and totally sated.

"Good slut." You praised as you leaned back on the couch. We rested, me with your cock in my mouth and you on the couch, recovering from our activities.

After a while you leaned over and kissed me deeply and said, "Now, my little sub, it is time to teach you a few things."

I knew it was time for me to learn more. I wondered what you had in mind for me... 



Sub for a Day



I had left word for you that it would be today you would be my sub so you knew what to wear. When you came to the door you smiled then blushed. You weren't used to such a short skirt, especially with no underwear. The blouse was opened to show the cleavage of your firm breasts; while far from see through it restrained you nicely and showed when your nipples were erect. The sandals were light, easily removed.

"You look good," I said as we walked down the steps towards the car. You were relieved to get in and I turned, putting a hand on your thigh. "Today your body is mine. They are my breasts to do with as I will. My legs. My pussy. Do you understand?"

You nodded, your skin turning pink again a little. "You have to do exactly what I say otherwise you will displease me. You don't want to do that do you?"

"No," you whispered.

"No Sir."

You smiled. "No Sir," you repeated meekly.

"If I am displeased I will punish you in the way I see fit. I might decide to chastise you whether you have displeased me or not and you will accept that. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir." You bit your top lip a little anxiously.

I started the car and said, "pull up your skirt, expose yourself as we drive."

I heard you gasp. "But someone might see -"

"Yes, that's the idea." I sat. "I'm waiting."

You blushed deeply and shuffled in your seat as the skirt was bunched around your waist.

"Spread your legs."

"Oh God," you whimpered and let your thighs fall open. My hand slid up your inner thigh my fingertips running through the dark hairs. "Soon we'll remove those," I said as I stroked your pussy, feeling dampness on my fingers already.

I drove off, into the centre of the city. At the first set of lights a cyclist went by and instinctively you closed your legs and tried to cover yourself up with your hands.

"Open your legs, keep your hands out of the way at all times," I commanded.

"Please -"

"You are displeasing me, is that what you want?"

I heard you draw a ragged breath and slowly expose yourself again. Two men walking by did a double take and whistled as we drove off. I drove around the city centre a little watching you blush and avert your eyes any time we slowed or stopped.

"Your punishment for not doing as you were told is to take off your sandals and put your feet up on the dash. Keep your legs spread. Slide two fingers in your pussy."

"Ohhh..." you wailed and were about to complain when you realised it would be a worse punishment still if you didn't.

"Quicker," I said as you moved slowly to comply. You were spread and your hand played on and in you as we approached the truck. As I drew alongside in traffic I honked my horn to attract the driver's attention. He let out a couple of blasts of his horn in appreciation as he saw you before we both began to drive off. I saw that despite your deep embarrassment you were sliding your wet fingers in and out of your sex eagerly now.

I glanced over a few times as you masturbated, watching your excitement grow.

"No coming unless I say so," I warned.

You moaned and I looked for somewhere to park on the road. As I stopped I turned to watch you before sliding my mouth over your pussy. My tongue lapped at your fingers as you fucked yourself then I caressed your clit with my mouth, my tongue.

"Please...Sir...may I come? I'm going to..."

I kept lapping, feeling your body jerk, your hips push up to my mouth as you buried your fingers inside you.

Sitting up I watched you breathe deep, your fingers still inside you. I leaned forward and we kissed, eagerly, as you tasted your juices on my mouth.

"Cover yourself up. We'll eat."

The sandwich outlet wasn't too busy. I was pleased to see how the teenage assistants couldn't keep their eyes off your blouse as you ordered; your nipples hadn't subsided from your orgasm and the excitement of the day. I think you knew already that we were going to sit on the stools in the window and what I was going to tell you to do.

"Take your sandals off, hook your feet around the legs of the stool. Make sure your skirt stays well up."

I watched as you tugged at the blue mini-skirt until your shapely, spread thighs were almost as uncovered as in the car. We then ate as I watched the people going past and how some of them noticed your exhibitionism.

"Please, can we go?" You whimpered, "please don't make me do this any more Sir."

"We'll go when I say." I finished my sandwich and took some time over my drink. You were relived when I finally allowed you to get down from the seat and we returned to the car. Once again I had you expose yourself for the drive to my apartment though you didn't have to play with yourself.

Once inside I asked you to stand as I undid the buttons on your blouse and removed it slowly. I admired your breasts as they were exposed, naked, to my gaze. I unzipped the blue denim and gave your ass a squeeze as the skirt fell to the floor.

"Remove your sandals and go through to the kitchen," I said. I pulled out one of the chairs and told you to rest your arms on it, bending at the waist and to spread your legs. I stood behind you as your hair fell forward around your face and examined you closely. I described the pinkness of your outer lips before opening them, seeing how they glistened inside.

"Mmmm," I murmured, "a beautiful deep crimson," describing your inner folds. I saw how your neck turned pink as I then parted your buttocks, describing the tight star of your anus and ran my finger around it making you gasp. I moved closer so you could feel the fabric of my trousers against your thighs and calves as I held your breasts in my hands. I squeezed them and tugged your nipples, twisting and turning them until you fidgeted and whimpered a little. You could feel my cock, hard inside my pants, pressed against your backside.

"Now, the bathroom." Once again you knew before I asked you to sit on the stool and spread your legs, before you saw the scissors. I reassured you I would be very careful and cut your pubic hair back to a short fuzz of darkness against your ivory skin. I then prepared to shave you.

I described everything I saw and did as you had to move so I could get at every part of your sex, your fingers having to help and then giving you the razor to ensure you were safely cleaned. I still inspected very closely as I patted you dry. I then got tweezers for a few recalcitrant hairs that had escaped our attentions. You gasped and choked back swearing as each was tugged out individually, your hand going to your pussy as I removed the last one I could see.

"Smooth, isn't it?" I smiled as you felt your naked sex and swallowed, nodding, getting used to your new state.

"Now, follow me." I led the way to the lounge and turned. "You were disobedient when we ate lunch."

"I - I.." you choked back the words and cast your gaze downwards.

"That's better. You asked for something when you didn't have permission. You asked to stop displaying. Whose body is it?"

"Yours Sir. I'm sorry Sir." I sat on the sofa. "Over my knee for your spanking."

Slowly you walked forward and bent over my legs, your hair tumbling over your face. I let you feel my hand stroke your firm backside, caressing each cheek for a few moments. Then I pulled back my hand and struck your right cheek. You flinched. "Owww." The expression fell from your mouth more in surprise than pain as I didn't strike hard. I then beat your left buttock twice, then one again on the right. Your body flinched with each blow as I told you how red you were becoming already. I curved my hand to strike your upper thighs twice before stopping. I could see you breathing hard.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"I..ye..Sir, whatever you wish," you managed to say.

"Spread your legs more." You shuffled your feet apart and I stroked the lips of your sex. "I'm going to spank your pussy," I said, feeling your belly tense up. "What do you say?"

"Sir. Thank you Sir. If that's what you want to do."

As you spoke I raised my hand and slapped between your legs. You writhed and squealed. Twice more I spanked, each time you let out a cry. 

Stopping I laid my palm on your pussy telling you how it had reddened, how it was hot to my touch. Reaching down my fingers wound into your hair and I pulled your head up. "Stand." You struggled to your feet.

"The bedroom," I ordered. I had you lie on top of the soft covers where I told you that you were going to be restrained. Though you murmured, "thank you Sir," I saw your eagerness for the experience, knowing how much you liked being tied.

I gave you a pillow to slide under your bottom, "so that you're better exposed to me," I said to watch you blush. The silk scarves were tied loosely around your wrists and ankles before I went to get a camera.

Your mouth opened in surprise as I took pictures of you helpless and exposed. "What if I share them? I know a few websites where they would enjoy seeing you." I sat at the computer and plugged in the camera to download the pictures, humming tunelessly.

You bit your lip and squirmed. "Sir!" Your voice held some amusement and I smiled to myself as I continued to pretend I was posting the pictures. 

Slowly I turned in my chair. "Now, the blindfold."

The soft fabric covered your eyes gently and was secured and then I left you to gather things that I needed for your further excitement. you couldn't see but could feel as I stroked your skin with a luxuriously soft fur glove. I let the strands tickle your nipples, down your body, your navel, over your nude sex. I watched you giggle, squirm and writhe.

"Sir!" you wriggled as I stroked your inner thighs, down your calves, back again to caress each firm breast. Removing it I stood up and watched your body as you breathed deeply, awaiting the next sensation.

You felt my hot mouth on yours for a second; your tongue darted out to try to lick my lips but I withdrew. You pushed your head back into the pillow, your neck arching. Offered to me I kissed the soft skin of your throat, hearing you moan, feeling you tug on the restraints. My kisses slid down to shoulders, to collar bone. With a steady rhythm I kissed in a necklace around your throat, then onto your breasts, suckling on each nipple. Gently I tugged on their erectness and as my lips slid off each one they were replaced by a clamp that bit them, though gently. I felt you move, getting used to the feel of them as my mouth slid over your navel.

My kisses slid down your thighs as I took in the fragrance of your pussy as I listened to your moans, felt your hips undulate. Slowly I came closer to your sex, my tongue eventually licking up the warm pink of your slit.

"Oh yes. Oh yes, Sir, thank you Sir," you moaned as I opened your pussy and my tongue lapped on your clit. I stopped before you came and again stood and watched you writhing, breathing hard. Reaching over I removed the clamps from your breasts, watching yours face grimace; even though they were light when the blood returned it throbbed into your nipples.

You felt me sit on the bed. Between your legs, a sudden deep warmth and the sensation of a very warm, lubed dildo slid into your pussy. You gasped and arched your back as its textured girth slipped easily into you body. "Oh Godddd..."

I began to move the toy inside you, back and forth, the way you liked, the way you'd shown me as you'd masturbated for me.

"Please..yess...more..."

Again as your hips bucked harder, I withdrew the toy. "Nooo..Sir..."

Sudden, quick, the other dildo, ice cold, slid hard and fast into your sex. You screamed and quivered, giggling and writhing.

"Noooo...Sirrrr...." you laughed and writhed your hips as your body slowly warmed up the toy. You heard my laughter and bit back swearing but (disobediently) stuck your little pink tongue out at me as you gasped at the feeling. "Tut tut, naughty girl," I pulled out the toy and gave a gentle slap to the side of your buttock. You lay, licking your lips, wondering what was next.

You heard the vibrator before you felt it. I placed it against your pussy, close to your clit. As you moved it rolled around, once slipping off when you begged for it back. I replaced it and began stroking your breasts with the fur glove. I watched as you writhed your hips, trying to get the vibrator to touch your clit. There was hardly any pressure from it as it just leant against you and you writhed and begged me for more. I leaned in and kissed your mouth as my hands caressed your body, as your hips bucked and writhed trying for more stimulation.

I could feel your breathing as we kissed, feel your groans into my mouth, feel words in the kisses as I stroked your hard nipples with the fur.

"Yes. Yes." Your words dissolved into incoherent groans, then screams which I swallowed as your body shook with a long, hard, tumultuous climax.

As you lay moaning I untied you, pulling off the blindfold. You sat up, smiling and we kissed long and hard. I lay beside you as you slowly undressed me. "You were a bad girl being so disobedient," I said as I watched you tug at my belt.

You grinned. "Next time," you said, opening my zipper, "you'll be the one who's begging."

I nodded. "Yes...Mistress." Your mouth engulfed my cock and I moaned.



Sub for Life



As always, all parties are 18+.

*****

You may think my life is weird, or strange. But, I like it. I live with a married couple, and I don't have a normal job. I'm not a nanny; we are all childless. I am a toy, a playmate. I am theirs. I address them as Master and Mistress, and we love each other in our own ways. I do take care of the house because it's part of my "job." 

I am their girl, pet, playtoy, slut, whatever you desire to call it. Mistress is the one who found me. She saw my Master-at-the-time, shove me out of the car onto the street and drive away. She came over and helped me up. She noticed my collar right away, but offered me a ride home anyway. I got in her car, but after a few minutes she realized I had just taken her in a circle. She asked me if I knew where I was going and I broke down in tears telling her I had nowhere to go. He was my boyfriend and I was new to the city. She offered to take me to a motel, but I had nothing on me but the clothes on my back. So, she ended up taking me home. She and Master fed me and kept me warm. 

After they had me settled in the kitchen they went and talked in the bedroom. I tried not to listen but the house was quiet, so I heard bits and pieces. "Right into the street," "nowhere to go," "collared." Master didn't want me there; he wanted me on my way as soon as I could. After several trips to their room they asked me to stay, although it was evidently more Mistress's idea than Master's. I heard his worries about my intentions through the walls. I would have left but there was snow up to my knees outside. I told them they could do a strip search if that would make them feel more comfortable. I remember their shocked faces as I stripped off my dress and panties, stepping further apart and putting my hands behind my head. 

Master got an erection, which made Mistress laugh and say she liked me. That's when I realized these were the people I wanted to serve. 

So I ended up sleeping on the couch that night. 

I smile and look up from the blog Master and Mistress allow me have if I can keep up with chores. I look over at the clock and see it's already 12:00PM. "Shit!" Closing the browser, I jump up, and run down the hall to my room and throw some clothes on. I rush up the stairs to Master and Mistress's room and open the first box I see. Thankfully, it's Master's clothes so I know exactly where it goes. Well, as close as you can get in a new house. I manage to get most of the boxes unpacked in their room before they get home. 

"Sarah?" I hear Master call out. I hurry over to the stairs to greet him. He looks up at me and motions me to come down. I hurry to his feet. "Off." I strip off my shirt and bra, not taking my eyes off him. "All of it." I take off my skirt and panties, gazing up and him once again. "Take all of it to your room and bring me lipstick." 

I move as quickly as I can and return to him quickly, marker in hand. Taking the marker, he uncaps it and grabs my shoulder, holding me still. He begins writing on my chest down to my belly. As he finishes, he looks up at me and grabs my breast. I moan in response, and he steps closer, letting me feel his erection against my belly, through his pants, forcing another moan out of me. "Come," he says, backing off and strolling into the kitchen. I follow on his heel as he sits down in a chair and I kneel beside him. 

He unbuttons and unzips himself, freeing his member and looks into my face, smiling at the sight of me licking my lips in anticipation. 

"Please?" I beg, getting a smile from him.

"Only because I've had such a hard day." I eagerly wrap my lips around the head of his cock and tease it with my tongue, slowly moving down his shaft. I slowly move his cock in and out of my mouth, teasing, before picking up speed. Feeling his hand grip the back my head, I know he's close and don't even think about stopping. I make sure to swallow every drop, and look up at him to see if he's satisfied. Instead, I hear a laugh coming from down the hall. Mistress was watching. Master pats me on the head with a "good girl," and pulls up his pants to greet his wife. 

"You started without me," Mistress says, frowning. 

"Sarah, stand up," Master commands. As I do I realize they are both watching me, reading the words master wrote on my body. 

"Funny," Mistress laughs, kissing Master. "Sarah, go wash up." 

I walk back down the hall to the guest bathroom, clipping up my hair as I read the words Master wrote on me. "Sorry I used her first. I had a long day."



Sub Gone Dominant



This was the moment that I had both been secretly dreading and excited for for the last two days. Usually it was him in control, him who called the shots; but tonight...tonight was my turn. I stand looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, electric blue eyes heavy with smoky eye make-up, and lips a seductive shade of scarlet. My long brown hair flowing downwards just enough to cover my black and red lace covered breasts. I sat on the edge of the bath, fixing my suspenders to my matching red and black lace underwear and slipped on my black five inch heels. I was ready. Tonight, I called the shots. Tonight, he was mine. I owned him. 

I made my way into the bedroom where I knew he was eagerly waiting for me. I enter the room to view my new pet. 

"Get up." I command, and he immediately jumped to his feet, "Such a good boy tonight, keep this up and I will have to reward such obedient behaviour." Although fully clothed I could make out his dick twitching in anticipation under the soft fabric of his trousers. "Why are you still fully dressed slave? Do you enjoy being told what to do or are you just stupid?" Sensing there was no right answer to give he stared deep into my eyes, dark brown eyes glistening with excitement. I turn and walk seductively over to the chest of drawers, giving him the quick opportunity to glance at my curvy figure and my voluptuous behind. I open the drawer to pull out my favourite toy. A black whip consisting of 5 strands of soft suede. I turn. He sees my toy and takes a sharp intake of breath unable to hold back his excitement. "Strip slave!" He begins to remove his items of clothing one by one until he is standing in just a pair of black boxer shorts. I give him a quick whip across his stomach, "I said get undressed slave! Why do you still have them on?!" He hurriedly removes his underwear to reveal an already throbbing erection dripping with precum. "Is someone excited?" I asked, eyeing his rock hard, impressive length. I whip him again. "Why so quiet slave? Don't you know it's rude not to answer your mistress when she asks you a question?"

"Sorry mistress. Yes mistress, I am very excited mistress."

"Good boy slave. There's no need to be afraid of your mistress." I say, slowly walking over to him, running the tassles of the whip down his torso. I feel him shudder again. I place my hand on the centre of his chest and give him a firm shove and push him backwards onto the bed. I can feel myself getting wetter the longer my power trip lasted. I place my knees either side of his quivering body on the bed straddling him and he looks up at me with his eyes wide. I lean forward, allowing my ample breasts to momentarily brush against his chest and whisper in his ear, "Would you like to touch me slave?"

"Yes please mistress."

"Where would you like to touch me slave?"

"Your ass mistress, and your breasts."

"Very well slave, you may touch them as a reward for your good behaviour so far." I sat back on my heels and felt his dick throbbing against my wet pussy. "He must be able to feel it through the fabric!" I thought to myself. He immediately slips his hands under my bra to cup both my breasts squeezing them gently at first, then harder causing me to let a gasp of pleasure escape from my mouth as I throw my head back. My nipples are hard, "God I'm so turned on" I say to myself. He takes both my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and twists them gently and I start to rock backwards and forwards on top of him, feeling his dick pulsate beneath me against my wet pussy when he reaches behind and takes a cheek in each hand and squeezes hard. Too hard. I reach behind and grab his balls squeezing them, not so much to hurt but to cause at least a small twinge of pain. He needed to learn and remember that I was in control this time. "That was too hard slave. Are we getting carried away? Do I need to punish you?"

"Sorry mistress. I think mistress should punish me yes."

"I agree slave, and you were being such a good boy. Don't move." I command as I back off the bed, detach my suspenders and remove my underwear. I climb back onto the bed, this time straddling his neck. "Lick your mistress slave. Do a good job and I shall decide whether you are forgiven." He instantly grabs my thighs and pulls me down onto his mouth. I feel his tongue tickling my clit and hear him moan with pleasure. I can feel my pussy start to pulse as I get closer and closer to climax as he licks the length of my pussy tickling my clit. "Use your hands slave. Make your mistress cum all over your pathetic face!" Obediently he immediately slips two fingers inside of my pussy brushing my G-spot everytime. My legs start to shake with pleasure when he withdraws them and slips his index finger into my ass. Usually I would object but this time was different. It felt good. He continues to lick my pussy and finger my ass driving me crazy. My breathing gets faster and harder. Oh god it feels so good. Feeling his tongue darting in and out of my pussy and his finger in my ass. I can't hold it in any longer. Shuddering I cum all over his face, squirting harder than I ever have before. It was incredible. I slowly lift myself off his face, his mouth covered in my juices. I lean down and kiss him, tasting myself as I do. "Well done slave. I'm pleased. That definitely deserves a reward."

"Thank you mistress. You taste wonderful mistress."

"Why thank you slave. Now shall we see if you taste as nice?"

"Yes please mistress!" he almost screams.

I work my way down his body, licking, biting and running my nails across every inch, marking him as mine. His cock is already pulsing with anticipation. I run the tassles of the whip over his balls and shaft and his body visibly starts to shake. I run my tongue the length of his shaft lingering a bit on the tip. Then slowly kiss and gently lick his balls teasing them with my tongue. I work my way back up to the tip and encircle the head of his dick with my lips and slowly start to take him into my mouth, up and down, slowly to start with but sucking hard and deep so I could feel him at the back of my throat with every thrust I gave. I take his dick in my hand firmly and also move it up and down his shaft feeling it getting hotter in my mouth and feeling it pulse faster and faster. I continue to use my hands but slowly slip my mouth down to his gooch and lick it with the very tip of my tongue, slipping a finger into his ass as he had done to me. I hear him groan with pleasure and I think he might blow his load then and there! I start to pulse my finger against his G-spot feeling his body stiffen as I do so making a come hither motion, stroking it faster and faster. Just as I feel he's about to blow I stop and withdraw my finger bringing him to the brink but then taking it away. "Did you enjoy that slave?"

"Very much mistress. Thank you mistress."

"You are very welcome slave. Would you like to fuck your mistress now slave?"

"Oh yes mistress!"

"I want you to fuck me fast and hard slave. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress I understand"

With that I position myself on all fours on the bed displaying my wet pussy and asshole that are aching for his dick. He spreads my legs with his. I feel the tip of his dick just inside my pussy. He's teasing me. I quickly grab my whip and flick it behind me.

"Do not tease your mistress slave! Do as you are told!"

"Sorry mistress!"

He grabs hold of my hips and pulls me back onto his impressive length. He fills me completely. I can feel myself stretching to accommodate his impressive length. He thrusts into me hard and fast as instructed and it feels so good. "Pull my hair" I instruct, he grabs a handful of hair and yanks my head back, pulling me up onto my knees so he can kiss and bite my neck and ear lobes. I feel his hands all over my body. Grabbing at my breasts, tweaking my nipples and reaching down to rub my clit. I feel him sliding in and out of me faster and faster. "Harder!" I shout, and he obliges. Letting go of my hair to grab my shoulders to pull me even deeper onto his dick with slow hard thrusts. I can feel my pussy pulsing faster and faster, feeling it get tighter around his cock. "Would you like to cum now slave?"

"Yes mistress!" He shouts from behind me.

"Cum for me slave, I want to feel you cum inside me! Faster!"

Stepping the pace up for the last few thrusts I fall apart in his grip, I feel my pussy spasm as I orgasm, letting my juices spill all over his dick as I feel his hot cum fill me. He slows his thrusts and gives my ass a final squeeze before withdrawing. I feel some of his cum trickle out of me down my pussy, still warm.

"Did you enjoy that slave?"

"Yes mistress. I did."

"You did very well slave. You have pleased your mistress today." I lean in and give him one final kiss before leaving for the bathroom to clean up and all I can think is I've never felt more alive.



Sub Husband Gets Her Ready



"Mmmm, you like that?" asked Sandra as she lay across me on the bad, her hand playing with my cock.

"Yes," I said quietly.

"Mmm, I know you do. I can feel you getting hard." Said Sandra. "You love it when I take charge don't you?"

"Yes, I love it..." I said, feeling a wave of pleasure as she continued to stroke my cock.

"Yeah. You'd do anything to please me. You love to obey me." Sandra purred.

"Yes," I whispered. 

"No, tell me," said Sandra, "tell me how you love to obey me."

"Oh, I love it when you take charge." I said "I'll do anything you say."

"Mm, it felt good to admit that didn't it? It felt pretty sexy..."

"Yes, it felt sexy, it felt real... uh... submissive..." I gasped as she began to stroke my cock harder.

"And that's what gets you off isn't it? Being my submissive little slut boy. It turns me on too, knowing that'll you'll do anything I say, knowing that you're my slave..." Sandra took her hand off my cock, rubbed her cunt and put her wet fingers into her mouth, "mmm, I really need to get fucked, Mark."

"Uh, baby, I could... ah..." I began.

"Oh, you want to fuck me?" Sandra laughed. 

"Come on, Mark. You know I need a big cock to please me. Your little pee pee is just too small, baby." She said with a fake pout, "I'm going to have to go out and get a good fucking."

I must've looked a bit crestfallen because she sat up and said "But I'll let you use your toy. Would you like that?"

"Yes. Thank you." I sighed, a little disappointed.

Sandra went to the chest of drawers near the bed. Opening the top drawer she took out a Fleshlight and some lube.

She smeared some of the lube over my cock. "This feels pretty good doesn't it?" she asked as she pushed the Fleshlight onto my cock and began to pump up and down.

"Uh, yeah. It feels good." I admitted.

"Mmm, this is your reward for being a good slave. I want you to hurry up and cum. I've got to go out and get fucked..." said Sandra gently.

"Oh yes, baby." I said and began to pump my hips into the device. I really needed to cum.

"Yes, that's right" said Sandra, "be a good boy and cum for me. I want you to cum, and it feels so good to please me doesn't it?"

"Yes. It feels good." I panted "I want... uh... to please you..."

"You love to obey me... it feels good to obey..."

"Yeah... feels good... to obey..."

"You'll do anything I ask you to..."

"Yes, baby, anything... anything..."

"OK, I'm now giving you permission to cum, Mark. I want you to cum for me. Cum for me and show me how much you love me."

"I ugh, uh... I'm cummming!" I yelled as I exploded into the Fleshlight.

"Oh! What a good boy!" Sandra cooed. "That's a lot of cum."

Sandra got up and handed me some wet wipes. I lay on the bed panting and cleaning my cock.

"Mark, you've been such a good boy. You're becoming a wonderful submissive husband. For your good behavior I want to give you a present." Sandra said picking up a small paper bag.

"Close your eyes" she said. I did and felt her putting something plastic onto my cock and balls.

"Ok, open them." Said Sandra, and I looked down to see a sort of plastic tube with a little padlock encasing my junk.

"What is this?" I asked.

"Oh, baby, it's a chastity device. It stop your little pee pee from getting hard. The only way to take it off is with this," said Sandra, holding a little key on a gold chain around her neck. "This way I'll have complete control over your orgasms." 

"But, baby," I said, panicking a little, "you already control my orgasms. I never jerk off without your permission."

"Oh, I know," said Sandra, sitting down on the bed next to me, "but you must be tempted. And you always wake up with a boner. What if you had a wet dream during the night? This way we can make sure that you only cum if and when I let you."

"But, baby..." I said.

"Now Mark, don't whine. You know I only do what's best for you." Said Sandra sternly, "You want to please me don't you?"

"Yes, I want to please you." I grumbled.

"Good." She said in a way I knew the matter was settled. "Now come eat mama's pussy."

She lay back in bed with her legs spread wide. I began to lick her cunt.

"Mmmm, yeah. That's right." Sandra purred. "Oh Mark, you're making me so happy. You're becoming such a good... submissive husband.

Look at you... Your pee pee locked up... licking your wife's pussy so she can go fuck another man.

Remember when we first got married? Oh, you were so... fucking... vanilla... uh, it took me months to... to break you in...

You used to fight against doing anything... uh... anything even slightly kinky... 

Isn't... this better? Uh... Giving in to your true submissive side? Being my obedient little slut boy?"

"Yes, baby. I love it." I said from between her thighs.

"Mmm, I know you do..." said Sandra as she pulled my face into her cunt. "That chastity device is gonna make you so horny, baby... uh, you're gonna love it...

Soon... you'll be so horny... you'll do anything... oh... anything...

I've got so many naughty... things I'm... gonna make you do... uh... and you won't resist... ah... you'll never resists... cos it'll feel so good... you'll love being my submissive... little bitch...

Yeah...Get in there, baby... get me ready for a real man's cock.

Uh, I can't wait to get fucked tonight. I love taking a stranger's big cock... uh... I always cum so hard... 

Tell me you want that."

"I want you to cum a lot tonight" I replied.

"Ungh...and my lover... do you want... uh... do you want him to cum too?"

I hesitated. "Ah, yeah... I hope he cums too..." I said, a little unconvincingly.

"Oh, baby..." sighed Sandra "...don't be jealous... don't be jealous, baby... uh... you know I love you... it's just... your cock's too... too small... ugh... you know I need a big cock to... uh... to please me...

You can't... can't compete with a real man's cock... just be happy... uh... being my little slut boy... oh... being my submissive... little slut boy..."

"Yeah, baby." I said "I just want to make you happy."

"Oh, you are... you are..." gasped Sandra. "You're gonna... make me... cum... Oh, I'm cumming... Mark... I'm... cummming!!"

Her hand gripped the back of my head and I felt her quiver as she came.

"Oh, you're such a good boy" she sighed. "Now, help me get dressed."

I put her bra on. Then I got some frilly knickers out of the drawer. "No panties tonight, Mark" she said, so I put them away.

Finally I slipped her little red dress over her. "how do I look?" She asked.

"You look great." I replied.

"OK, well I'm off." She said heading for the door. "Don't wait up for me."



Sub mate



She was such a good sub. It had taken awhile to train her but it was so worth it. A lot of gentle persuasion followed by persistent training. The first time she learned about control it made her angry. I wouldn't let her cum. Brought her to the edge and let her down repeatedly until she couldn't stand it. I could feel her desperation and told her to say please. She didn't want to but was held there dripping and aching until she knew she had to and did. She was so pissed off by that time, it actually took quite a bit to make her cum. How exciting!

When I made her cum she came so hard her whole body spasmed, she cried out, screamed and completely lost control. She fell to sleep shortly after and wanted more when she woke. This time I quickly gave her orgasm, fucked her and we went about our day. That night I knew what she wanted but I gave her the same as I gave her in the morning. She wanted it again the following morning and again I gave her a very basic fucking. 

That next night she showed again what she really wanted. I began using my tongue and bringing her right to a basic orgasm, stopping just at the edge she let out a gasped "yes" and begin squirming, showing me how much she wanted that. I held her wrists and brought her to the edge again and again, each time letting her back down sometimes slowly, sometimes crashing hard and fast. She writhed and wriggled. She gasped and moaned and I knew then what a wonderful sub she would make.

I had brought her to the edge so many times, with both tongue and cock that I could barely stand it before I let her slide slowly and completely down on me and ride it to completion. I thought she would never stop cumming. And as I emptied into her I thought the same for me. She again fell asleep nearly immediately. When she woke, it was a Saturday, she woke with her hands tied. 

Once again I led her through hours on the edge. This time, with her hands tied, she was a little more nervous, took a little longer each time to reach the edge and fell off a little more sharply. This had the effect of causing her to reach an even higher peak. I used a few extra tricks to bring her down. A couple times spanking her, a couple times I talked her down very slowly telling her what I would do to her next but not touching her. This had the effect of making her want to all the more but without the touch being unable to. 

It was Saturday afternoon before she came and this one was one for the record books. I was so completely turned on by then that after I came - like fireworks - I fell asleep with her. We woke in early evening.

After that weekend she wanted it this way every time. I would add a new twist here and there each time increasing the control and increasing the time she spent in submission to me. Then her training began.

She was certainly a beautiful woman. Constantly being hit on. As the training went on she admitted that she had often considered the offers given to her. They were flattering and she hadn't been fully fulfilled until the one night I made her say please. She told me often how she couldn't believe she was really a sub. The few friends she told about her new life couldn't believe it either. She's a confident professional woman in the office, assertive to the point of being aggressive. Definitely not the type anyone associates with submission.

Once she became my sub, however, she became free to open up and tell me all the thoughts she had kept to herself previously. I told her a fantasy I had for sharing her with another man. She admitted to often wanting two men but didn't believe it possible. She said most guys won't do that. I told her then that any guy will take sex - especially with someone as attractive as she. That they are used to having to give something emotionally in exchange, but if it's clear from the beginning that they do not have to they will take sex in a minute. 

It's getting them to believe that they don't have to give anything emotionally that is the difficult part. Women have trained them not to believe them when they say all they want is sex. It's simply not true. Women always want something for what they give up. The only exception is a situation like ours where we can find a man, make clear to him the boundaries and then show him that we mean it. I think she wasn't sure if I meant it.

I ran an ad and as responses began rolling in, I sifted through some likely ones and brought them to her attention one night as I had her tied to a chair. She was insatiable that night. I had her take over the ad. I talked to her about what the guys would want, the things they would say, the things they would try to get her to do. Nearly without exception I was correct. They wanted her to come over right now. They wanted pictures. They wanted to do her first, then try it with me. They would ask if she was for real, they would send her pictures of their dick, they would send their phone number, they would ask numerous personal questions trying to find out who she was. She was ready for all of this. Finally we narrowed it down to just a couple. One was obviously nervous but seemed like the best candidate. After writing back and forth a few times, we agreed he was the one.

She met him at a little café I was at a nearby table. He was shy, especially when he saw how attractive she really was. It was a little awkward for her but I had prepared her for that too. After ordering something to drink and just a little small talk, she asked him if he liked what he saw. He couldn't say yes fast enough. She asked him if he was willing to try this. He said yes a little more slowly this time. She reaffirmed with him that she was with me and would stay that way but that she would like to have him. He agreed and they made a date for Friday night.

He arrived just on time, dressed nicely, and clearly nervous. She had on the short schoolgirl skirt she had sent him a picture of and it rode up her ass. A button up shirt with no bra completed her outfit. She wore sandals. I greeted him with her by the side just as we'd planned. I brought him to the couch to sit and she went to get a beer for him. As I had told her ahead of time, she took nearly 10 minutes getting the beer. I told him I was glad he came, told him what a hot babe I thought she was, and how much I love seeing her get everything she wants. 

He agreed. With everything. When she brought the beer back for him, already opened, she sat between us. He sipped his beer and she asked about his day and his week. I leaned into her and told her I thought he would really like it if she began by rubbing his crotch. He was hard as soon as her hand was placed there and barely stroked. He had on slacks and I told her where as those aren't nearly as discomfortable as jeans, they can still be awful constricting on a raging hard on. 

She took the cue, unzipped and unbuttoned him and pulled him out to the air as quickly as she could. I could tell she was getting hotter and I reached over and unbuttoned two more buttons on her blouse. Her nipples were hard and straining against the material and I took one between my fingers. Tom saw this and his cock jumped. I motioned to him to take the other nipple and he did so. I unbuttoned her blouse two more buttons and he took her entire breast in his hand or as much as he could fit anyway as hers are rather well formed. 

She reached back to me, unbuttoned and unzipped me and leaned back with mostly closed eyes enjoying a cock in each hand. Tom's hand went down between her legs and as his fingers rubbed across her we could both hear how wet she was. I told her then I thought he needed to be sucked off. She immediately leaned over and took him - all of him into her mouth. It was so sudden he half moaned and half gasped. She went at him like she'd never have another. 

She never let me go and just watching her take his cock in her mouth turned me on as much as I'd ever been. I moved her hips over and slammed into her from behind. She'd been getting a rhythm on him and every time she started down I slammed into her from behind again. It was more than he could stand and he came within minutes. I told her to bring her new friend and we walked to the bedroom. She brought him, leading him in by his penis. He was already hard again. 

As we had already talked about, she stripped him slowly. Keeping her mouth or her hand on him. She led him down onto the bed, unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on her shirt, knelt above his waist and placed her pussy on to the underside of his dick pinning it to his waist. She asked him if he wanted to fuck her. He gulped a yes. She turned, lifted her skirt, and asked if he wanted to fuck her ass. This time he said "oh god yes.!"

She lifted up, freeing his cock, and impaled herself in one swift sudden movement. It made her cry out and he did with her. She was turned with her ass to him and she pushed his knees apart. She hiked her skirt up onto her waist so he could see her clearly and I moved in to kiss her lips and tease them with my tongue. She was moving in a firm fast rhythm and as I moved onto her tits she began moaning in time with the rhythm. He had his hands on her ass and was moaning with her. I pushed her back into him and sucked her clit into my mouth. She barely had time to push back and forth five or six times before she came, bouncing and crying out. 

I made her stop quickly so he wouldn't come, picked her up off of him and impaled her back onto him through her anus. I leaned her back and fucked her as hard as I ever have. She was coming in wave after wave, he was crying out and I couldn't stop but shoot all over into her. Like a good sub, she cleaned him thoroughly, he came once more from her ministrations, and she curled up next to him and between us and we all dozed. Later we had a nice supper, made much better talk and promised to do it again soon.