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The Assignment

By: Miyelo Ina



I put the car in park, turn the key to shut off the engine and take a deep breath to compose myself. The butterflies in my tummy refuse to go away though. Half of my mind is standing off to the side screaming, "What are you doing, girl? AH! Go home where it's safe!" But the other half is loving the anxiety I feel, craving more, craving to be in your presence finally for the first time in real life. It's so excited to see the man I've given my will to, the man who has so much power over me, the man that I ache to please. My Master. Therefore, I have only one choice - one that you've narrowed my life down to - I must go in and meet you.

As I turn to slide my legs out of the car, I move very carefully. The plug that I obediently wear shifts inside me, pressing into the tender walls of my anus. The constant pressure in there keeps you continually in the forefront of my thoughts - just as it should be. When I reach the entrance to the bar, I pause long enough to check my appearance one final time, hoping it will be pleasing to you. My plain white linen dress is short, but not so much as to be immodest. I wear nothing under it in order to give you full access if you so desire. My hair is pulled back from my face and French-braided into a long rope down my back so it won't tangle and interfere with whatever happens tonight. My firm legs are bare and the sandals click lightly on the sidewalk as I go in the door.

You said you would meet me at the bar so I tell the waiter I don't need a table. It's a good thing - the place is beginning to fill up with the after-work happy hour crowd. I have no doubt that I will recognize you immediately though - I already feel that you are near.

I scan the line of barstools, and except for one, they are all occupied. And the man beside the empty one turns, as you can feel me too.

Without a shadow of doubt, I know it's you - your eyes flash as you know me, but other than that, your face shows no expression. That is very appropriate for you position, it keeps a sub from getting too complacent in her role. She must continually strive to please you, to earn her own pleasure of seeing your satisfaction.

I stop before you and bow my head slightly to show you the proper respect. You nod at me and call me by my name, offering your hand. I shake it and smile nervously, glad that you seem so calm and confident. You motion for me to take the stool beside you. Gracefully, I climb up, place my purse on the bar at my elbow and cross my legs, facing you. "You're beautiful," you tell me with a gleam in those wonderful eyes.

Blushing, I thank you, my heart fluttering wildly.

We talk for maybe half an hour; small, inconsequential chatter meant to put us both at ease. That, along with a couple of drinks, does remove most of my immediate tension and makes me anxious to get on with the next phase. At this point, it seems that you too have sensed a settling and you are ready to advance. As a sign of this change, you say, "So, my pet, from this point on, I am your Master. Do you agree?" I nod, my head automatically tilting downward. "Yes, Master, I do." "Wonderful. Are you prepared as I requested?" "I am, Master." "Tell me what preparations you took," you say. Looking around nervously, you see the hesitation on my face. I am afraid that the people close by can hear me. I begin to whisper, stammering, "The uh... plug.. is where you told me it should be." A look of strong displeasure crosses your face and I'm not exactly sure what's wrong. "I did not tell you to whisper and be shy. Are you ashamed of your Master?" "No, Sir! No, I'm not!" "Then you speak directly to me, don't hesitate to answer and don't make it difficult for me to hear you."

"Yes, Master," I agree, angry with myself for displeasing you. "Then begin again. Perhaps I will ignore this initial transgression, perhaps not. It depends on how well you act during the rest of the evening."

"I have the anal plug in now, as you instructed," I tell you in a normal conversational tone. I see the woman behind your shoulder turn and stare at me and I feel my face go red. "I was already shaved but I did it again to make sure everything was smooth."

"Very good, pet. Is your apartment ready for my visit?"

"It is, Master." You pay our check and we exit the place. You follow me in your car to my apartment and as I drive, I am so aware of your presence behind me that my thighs are damp when we reach my place. I feel the plug like a part of you inside me. I attempt to make more small talk as we walk to my door but you stop me. "The time for that is past. Please remain silent until I tell you otherwise or until I ask you a question. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir." Nervously, I fumble with the key for a moment before getting the door open. I lead the way in, click on the overhead light and step out of the way for you to enter. It is a very small apartment since I live alone. Off to our left is the kitchen, straight on past a bar is the living room, modern and comfortable. There is a plush couch, a small coffee table, a soft armchair and my entertainment center. The bedroom is off to the right.

"Show me you toys," you tell me. I quickly drop my purse and keys on the counter and move towards my bedroom.

"Yes, Sir. They are in here." You follow me, our feet leaving deep trails in the thick white carpet I so meticulously cleaned earlier in the day. I have displayed my toys on my double bed as you instructed. There are three different sized dildos, nipple clamps, leather wrist and ankle restraints, a blindfold, anal beads, a riding crop a cat o'nine tails and a flat, wide leather paddle. I stand patiently while you examine my collection.

"I'm going to have a seat in the other room," you say. "Prepare yourself in a way you think I will like, then come in and present yourself to me properly. Bring the nipple clips with you. And let your hair down... I want to see it brushed out."

"Yes, Master," I answer, wondering if those are to be the only words I utter the whole night. My palms are suddenly very moist at the thought. As you turn to leave the room, you take the riding crop with you. Since the first time we spoke of meeting, I've been debating within myself about what to wear. I know that you like stockings and I've bought four pair during the last week, trying to decide what to wear. Now, I'm almost frantic to make up my mind.

Forcing myself to take a deep breath, I know I can't waste time now. I take my favorite outfit of my top drawer, hoping you will like it as much as I do. It is white, every piece pristine, almost virginal. The lace panties I put back in the drawer, believing a Master would prefer to have his slave open completely to him. What I wear is a see-through lace push-up bra that comes just below my aureole, leaving the nipples exposed and erect above the fabric. I have a white lace garter that is contrasted well against the new summer tan of my flat tummy. And I pull the white lace, thigh-high stockings up my slender legs.

After brushing my long hair until it is satiny soft, I step into high-heeled white pumps and hurry out to you. You are sitting quietly in the armchair, the riding crop resting across your knees. I kneel at your feet, my head bowed so low that my hair cascades down over my face. "How may I serve you, Master?" I ask, as you taught me before. There is no answer from you for several minutes, but I feel your gaze on me like a feathery touch. I dare not look up at you at this point though I tremble to know if I have pleased you with my choice of garments. I feel your hand brush my hair away from my face and cup my chin to lift it up. From your touch, I expect your approval but when I see your face, I realize something is wrong. Just as you begin to speak, I realize what it is. I forgot to bring the clamps.

"I see you realize your error," you say, your tone ominous yet strangely comforting too. "But it's too late for that. Your choice of clothing is acceptable and I can tell that you took my preferences into consideration. But you will need to be punished for forgetting your toy."

Crestfallen, I try to lower my head again, whispering, "Yes Sir," but you hold my chin firmly. I raise my eyes to yours in an unspoken question and find your face just inches from mine. Instead of speaking, you press your lips lightly, almost chastely, against my forehead. "Do not fear me," you say in a deep, quiet voice. "I will not hurt you more than you can bear." My heart flutters and I nod trustingly.

"Stand and turn around," you instruct, pulling back from me now and making yourself comfortable in your chair. As I turn, I notice you pick up the riding crop from your lap.

"Spread your legs slightly, bend over and put your palms flat on the floor," I am told. I try not to hesitate as I carry out your command. It leaves me feeling very exposed and very vulnerable.

"Very good, pet," you say. "The plug is here and you are soft and bare as I require. But there is still the matter of your punishment. I'll give you the first part of it now."

I hear you stand behind me and see your feet placed at a right angle to mine. There is a strange "whirring" sound and I feel the riding crop slap hard against my bare ass cheek. I can't stop the cry that comes from deep inside.

"There's no need for that," you say softly. "Just relax." I feel one of your warm hands placed flat on the small of my back. "You'll get four more." Each stripe burns a little more than the one before it but I bite my lips to keep from making a sound. After the fifth one, I feel like my butt is on fire. The skin there is almost numb from the blows but I feel a very soft kiss placed gently on each cheek. "Now run back to your room like my good little slave and get the nipple clips and the largest dildo you had lying out." "Yes, Sir," I reply and hurry to carry out your command. When I return, you have again made yourself comfortable in the chair. I kneel before you again and place the items at your feet. You reach down and pick up the clips, examining them more closely now. The chain that runs between them is strong and solid. "These will do nicely," I hear you say to yourself. Now I feel your hand on me, cupping one breast. Your touch sends an electric spark all through me, making me momentarily forget about my uncomfortable backside. Since my head is bowed, I watch your deft fingers pinch my nipple until it is sufficiently hard and then put the rubber-tipped clamp on it, closing it tightly. I give a small hiss of pain at how tight it is.

However, you don't deem to notice and repeat the process with my other breast. Then you sit back to check my reaction. With a small tug on the connecting chain, you teach me who is in control of the situation, and of my body. "Now I want you to perform for me," you say. "I want you to close your eyes and touch yourself. Forget about everything except your body and the sound of my voice. Nothing before this moment matters and nothing after. Only what you do to yourself to please me." "Yes, Master," I breathe, feeling chills on my limbs. Can I do this for you? It is unlike anything I've done and I am afraid.

"Make yourself comfortable, darling. Lean back against the couch." I do this slowly, the hard floor pressing the plug deeper into my body. "Close your eyes," you say in a deep, resonant voice. I do; the last thing I see are your intense eyes staring at my most intimate, exposed places. "Spread your legs wide for me, pet." My thighs open without my permission, unable to resist your tone. "Touch yourself," you whisper, your voice a mist in my head. "Let your hands feel your skin like my soon will." Amazed at how sensual my own hands feel as they roam purposefully over my body, I can't help the moisture I know is building between my lips. "Open yourself for your Master." I reach down with one hand and spread the lips of my pussy open with two fingers. There is so much slickness that I feel a blush of embarrassment paint my skin. Something touches my other hand I realize you've put the dildo within my reach.

"Fuck yourself for me, pet. I want to see it moving in and out of you." Nervously, I wet the rubber phallus between my lips and press the tip just against the opening."Now," you say gently but firmly. I push it inside me, sighing as it disappears.

"Yes," you whisper approvingly. "Fuck yourself, my slave. Fuck yourself like you would want me to." Almost beyond my control, my hand moves the dildo in and out of me faster and faster. The pressure starts building quickly and it's far more than just the physical feeling that is pushing me towards the edge. The tone of your voice, the confidence and authority of your words and your attention to my body - they are equally as compelling. My breath comes as a pant and a sheen of sweat is slicking my body. "Would you like to cum now, pet?"

"Oh, yes Master, I would!" I moan.

"This is the second part of your punishment," you say, emotionlessly. "Stop." For a moment, it seems like if I stop, I will go insane and my natural urges push me to continue. "Stop now!" you demand, your tone rising. I can't resist you and I stop, another moan escaping my lips... this time anguished instead of pleasured. "Lie down on your side and pull the plug out." My body as tight as a violin string, I lie over on the thick carpet, pressing my cheek into its coarseness. My face burns with shame because I know that your eyes are watching me remove the anal plug. When it's out, you tell me to use the dildo again, but now back here. "Master?" I call out in concern, "I don't think it will fit. It's much bigger than the plug."

"Do it," you say. "But..."

"You want to please your Master, don't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"Don't question me. That displeases me and I don't want to punish you again so soon. Trust me and obey me."

I have no defense against you, so I get the dildo wet with my juice and press its head against my anus. It's a little sore from the pressure of the plug all day but it is still stretched open more than usual. The dildo slips inside me with just gentle pressure but the feeling takes my breath away.

"Yes..." you whisper again, "Fuck your ass now. Then let me hear you be me to cum." As close as I was before, it takes almost no time to bring myself close again.

"Please Master, I am very close. Please let me cum now!"

"Not yet, my sweet," you say and my mind screams in outrage. "You've not even considered your Master's feelings. You are about to cum, but what about my needs?" The pressure has built to the point that my physical release is all I can comprehend. I moan and open my eyes to see you standing over me. There is a pleasantly large bulge at the crotch of your pants.

"Show me whose slave you are, show me your loyalty. Take care of me first." It takes all my effort to stop my actions and I can only lie still and try to get my breath under control.

"Pet?" you ask, almost concerned.

"Yes Master, I will obey you." With trembling hands, I push myself up to my knees and then to stand before you, my eyes cast downwards.

"Undress me," you say. I start by unbuttoning your shirt, using all my will to keep my fingers under control. I push it off your shoulders and drop it on the chair behind you. Then I kneel again and clumsily undo your belt, then your zipper. I feel how hard you are beneath the fabric. In a moment, I slide your pants and underwear down to your ankles. You've kicked off your shoes already so now you step out of your clothes. I can't help but stare longingly at your cock as it bobs right before my eyes, it's tip glistening with pearlescent moisture. I want it inside me so badly.

"Give me pleasure," you command. Trying to ignore the unquenched desire inside myself, I turn all my attention to you. I kiss your thigh softly, then your other thigh, then your lower belly, reaching up with one hand to lift your cock to my lips. I lick the wet tip and rub it on my lips to moisten them. I lick the length of the shaft, cupping your balls with my other hand. I put soft kisses on them. I can't resist sucking one into my mouth, then I do the same with the other.

I realize this is as exciting to me as when I was touching myself, because now I am giving you pleasure. My breath is heavy in your pubic hair, I can smell your pheromones and they caress me like a lover's hand. Then I move my attention back to your cock, and I feel your hand rest lightly on the back of my head. I open my mouth and take you all the way inside in one smooth motion. Your breath quickens and you whisper, "Oh yes... that's good, pet." I continue to suck you, running my tongue around the head while you're deep in the warm, wetness of my mouth. I taste your seed as it drips down my throat.

You moan again. Then I remember something else that you like so I slide one hand between your legs, parting them slightly. You move your feet apart as if you know what I'm going to do. I wet my finger in my mouth and run it along the sensitive skin beneath your balls and up towards your anus. All the while I keep moving my mouth up and down on you. As I probe with my finger and reach the hole, you reach down and take your cock from me. I hear you say "Now," and you pull out of my mouth just at the same instance I press my tiny finger into you.

I close my eyes just in time and feel your hot sperm on my face, splashing and running in warm rivulets, off my long eyelashes, over my lips, dripping from my chin. Keeping my finger in you, moving it in a small circle, I open my mouth and catch your last spurt on my tongue. At that very moment, my own orgasm hits me by surprise. With your hand on my hair and your cock against my lips, I have to lean against your thighs to keep my balance as I spasm and cry out.

I remove my finger from you and use my hands to steady myself. When our waves of pleasure have subsided, I open my eyes and look up gratefully to you. I can feel your cum drying and tightening my skin. Silently, you trace the corner of my mouth with one finger until it is covered with your sperm. You press the finger between my lips and I eagerly suck it clean, staring up into your eyes. "You've done well, my pet. I can see many rewards in your future."

"Thank you, Master," I say with blissful sincerity.

The Assignment



I had waited for a long time for a good assignment. I was so excited to be going to California to do a story on the Air National Guard. I was going to be covering their annual banquet and interview some of the men for the week leading up to the event. It would be their awards banquet. My magazine was interested in showing the public what it took for a young man or woman interested in such a career

I was leaving Sunday so as to check into the hotel and be ready Monday morning for my first interview. The commander said he would have one of the guardsman pick me up at airport and take me to my hotel. I had never been to Sacramento California before but was looking forward to seeing the Ocean. I had checked to see what kind of attire to bring so that I would not feel under dressed or over dressed. I began packing and had to plan attire for a week trip and a semi formal banquet at the end of convention. My black dress. With the scoop back was just perfect for such an occasion Was hoping that instead of the men and women looking at me as an interview that they would open up to me and I could get some good stories for my magazine.

I left early Sunday morning and drove to the airport I bored my plane and made my way to Sacramento with a lay over in Dallas. Enjoyed the plane trip and was ready to take the world on with my new assignment. It would be 2:00 PM in California by the time I arrived but knew if I rested on plane; I might be ready to see some sights when I arrived. I was worried a little; whom this Commander was sending to be my escort while I was there and hoped it would be someone cool. I laid head back and began to fantasize myself on the arm of the coolest guardsman in the whole division. Was almost to the good part of the fantasy when the flight attendant said we were landing and where the baggage claim would be. I straighten my hair and applied fresh lipstick 

When I departed the plane a gentleman that looked old enough to be my Father was waiting with a sign that said my name. I walked toward him thinking "well isn't this gonna be fun on the arm of my Father". When he introduced himself he said his name was Randy I introduced myself and said I'm Linda nice to meet you. Randy and I went to the baggage claim area where we retrieved my luggage and out to the jeep we went. I asked Randy how long he had been in this branch of service and continued to ask questions until we reached the hotel. 

Checked in and Randy helped me with my things As he was leaving I asked him what was on the agenda for this evening. He said that my escort would arrive around 8:00 to go to the orientation to the festival. I was so relieved that I wasn't going to have to spend a boring time with my Father. He said a Sgt. Connor would be my escort but he was delayed in Long Beach and wasn't to arrive in Sacramento till this evening. Randy would forward room number to him and he would be the one to escort me to the week long festivities. I wanted so much to ask randy if master St Connor. was a good looking hunk but I didn't after all I was out there on assignment not to find a boyfriend. 

I got settled in and the Commander called the room and explained the mix up but assured me that Sgt. Connor would be there to pick me up at 8:00. I asked him if it was a formal affair and he told me his wife was wearing a cocktail dress I thanked him for his advice and laid down on the bed and snoozed till around 5: 30 and then began to clean up from traveling and went to take a shower. I was undressed except for my garter belt and nylons and ready to slip into shower when I heard a knock on my hotel door. I grabbed my robe and said who is it. I heard a mans voice saying it is St Connor. I opened the door and was very intrigued with who was standing in my hotel room doorway. I asked Sgt. Connor inside to sit. He explained the mix up and just wanted to introduce himself before this evening and apologized for being late. I just smiled at him and said things happen sometimes beyond our control. I knew St, Connor was starring a hole through my robe and began to think "well now don't I have a live one here." 

I asked him to sit down as he moved towards the chair. I sat opposite him on the couch and began to have dirty thoughts, enter my head about this new man I had just laid eyes on. I giggled to myself and made small talk all the while watching Sgt. Connor glance up and down at my nyloned legs. I figured, "hey why not flirt some." I crossed my legs as the robe slid open and exposed the top garter We continued to talk and was very much impressed with my escort, but, if I was going to be ready to be escorted to the banquet by 8:00 I needed time to get ready. He excused himself and said he would meet me at 8:00 I asked him if he wanted to meet me in the lobby and he said no he would knock on my door. I had no idea that he was in the same hotel.

I shut the door and leaned next to it and thought "this is gonna be fun "Besides having this great assignment my escort wasn't bad himself. I began to shower and my mood began to change. I was having thoughts about Sgt. Connor that I knew I must stop. I didn't even know if he was married for all I knew his wife would be with him. I showered and applied fresh makeup and remembered that he enjoyed looking at my nyloned legs and knew exactly the dress I would wear for the event. I unpacked my cocktail dress that was cut extra low in the back with a high collar in the front in one of those sweeping necklines. I wore black nylons, black garter belt and a black bra and topped the outfit off with my high heel black evening pumps. I glanced in the mirror and was very happy with what I saw. And having naughty thoughts hoped Sgt. Connor wasn't married and his wife wasn't along if he was. 

I was startled back to reality when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and Sgt.Connor looked so handsome in his dress uniform I had always had a soft spot in my heart for men in uniform. I said give me a minute more so that I may apply my lipstick, walking away from the door as you stepped inside and closed it behind you. I went into the bathroom to apply the lipstick and you were sitting on the couch looking into the bathroom trying notto let me see you were watching me Thought to myself This interview was gonna be a fun one. I took your arm and down to the lobby we went.

Arrived at the banquet and I was enjoying all the different types of service people that were their and would ask you this or that about it all. / My family wasn't a big military family so I found it interesting but I also found my escort very interesting. I turned the charm on and after awhile it was paying off, I had everyone trying to tell me his or her story. I listened and made mental notes on what they were saying but I was also interested in the stares I knew I was getting from Sgt. Connor. I glanced over at you and smiled as you returned my smile and a little wink in your eye. I smiled back and wished dinner was over so we could maybe get to know one another better.

Soon the evening was coming to a close and you asked if I was ready to leave and I said yes I think that the day is finally coming to an end. We rode back to the Hotel in silence almost both of us having thoughts of our own and trying to figure out who was gonna flirt first. You walked me to my room and I handed you the key and asked if you weren't to tired maybe we could at least find out something about each other since we would be working together. We sat for a few minutes studying each other and then you said tell me Laura are you married? and I said no " are you?"

We talked on exchanging stories of where we grew up and became very comfortable with each other. I looked at the clock and said Rob what time do we need to be there in the morning and we both realized it was 3:00 am and we had to be at the convention center at 9:00 I walked you to the door and snuck a quick glance at your ass, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM My favorite past time looking at men's boodies!!!!!!!!!!!. Said thank you for the evening and reached to kiss you lightly on the cheek when you turned your head and we kissed on the lips. We stopped for a few minutes to see if the other minded and then kissed each other good night and said see you in a little while. Closed door behind me and ran to the bed and laid there wishing it had gone further. But after all tomorrow was another day.

We left the hotel Monday morning and headed to the conference, We still were talking on the way to the Convention Center, of how much fun it was last evening to observe what the military does in our lives. I slid in the car next to you and of course loved the way you watched my every move. By this time I was thinking was he waiting for me to make the first move or am he really not interested and just likes to look. Asked you if you slept well and you said were a little lonely in such a big bed. I smiled and said I will have to agree with that and would be nice to share with someone. We arrived at the convention center and for the next several hours Gary had classes to attend and I just moved around and interviewed several more men and women. Was lunchtime and we met and went out to get a bite to eat as Gary showed me different sites around the town. He had lived there before and was kinda glad to be home. I enjoyed his company Gary was such an easy man to talk to. He asked me if I had plans for the evening since the only event-taking place was a trade type show, not really was going to stay in room or maybe walk around some. Gary told me he didn't have to attend the trade show so we could make a date for dinner if I would like. I said I would love to go to dinner with you. We got back to the hotel after a very long day and I asked what time would you like to start the tour and you said how about I pick you up here at 6:00, said fine and began to shut the hotel room door when you stopped me stepped inside and kissed me not a peck but a real nice kiss. I was taken aback at first but you continued to kiss me moving your lips to my neck then to my bare shoulders. I was enjoying your touches when I reached to touch your chest and began to rub my hands up and down your chest to felt your nipples begin to harden, Thinking to myself "I let him leave last night I'm not about to stop now." I felt that he was thinking the same time cause we headed to the bedroom kissing and leading one another to the bed.

You stood on the side of the bed and slipped my dress off me, to reveal what I think you had been wondering all day what was underneath that dress. To your surprise I had dressed very casual that day Had a pair of midnight blue panties, midnight blue bra which looked so cool next to my brown skin. I had also worn a pair of high heel mules and as you slipped the dress off I started to kick shoes off but you stopped me saying that heels were a big turn on for you and I smiled and said goody I love to wear them and especially to tease my men with. We lay down on the bed and continued to explore one another's mouths kissing, looking, stopping, and just enjoying your touches on me. You moved slowly down my tummy with your strong hands and began to massage the tip of my vagina area and would ever so lightly be hitting the most sensitive spot on me. Moved into you so you could hit my clit with each stroke. Moved under your motion and was moaning some when you laid over and kissed me deep and kept kissing me down my browned body till you reached my mound. Then you spread my legs and laid one leg over your shoulder starring up at me and smiling and I placed the other leg over your shoulder. You began licking me with such skill as I opened my legs to receive your tongue into my pussy. I held your head in my hands and moved your head. You allowed me to move your head freely so that I could cum to a full orgasm. I was so hot and full of cum when all of a sudden a big gush of hot wet cum came on your face and into your mouth You stopped for a minute to rub my clit with your finger and I squirted cum all over you and the bed. You were so hard I pushed you over and began licking your cock in and out of my mouth I placed my bright red glossy lips onto your cock and moved them slowly to the base of your cock, moved my tongue around and around licking your tip then sucking the base of your cock, I placed your balls into my hands and began to massage them as I sucked your hard cock inside my mouth to the back of my throat feeling you swell as you pumped my mouth harder. I knew if I continued to suck and lick I would have a mouth full of cum I had never let a man cum in my mouth before. But for some reason I wanted you're cum running down my face and on my lips. You said Laura I'm cumin I said I know baby give it all to me as I held your cock with hands and pumped you till you were almost soft. I pulled my mouth away and started to rub your cock again so as to make him hard I knew from this foreplay I wouldn't be satisfied till I had you deep inside me. I lay on my back and reached for you to mount me. You laid down on top of me and began to kiss my lips tasting both of us become one and you moved first slowly in and out of me and then your pace quicken and then I moved under you like we had been together many times We both were so lost in each other's feeling so hot and horny we came together and continued to pump in rhythm. I rolled you over on your back and climbed up on top placing my heels next to your thighs and began to ride your hot rod till I felt you swell and explode deep inside me as I opened my legs wider so I could feel you touch my cervix and rode you dry and soft. I leaned over after we came together and lay on your chest and listened to your breath. Neither one spoke and we drifted off to sleep. It was almost 6:00 PM when you woke first; you started rubbing my face with your hands as I opened my eyes I saw that I did have a great story to tell. But wasn't sure who was gonna get to read it. 

The rest of the week was filled with a lot of discoveries about one another. Enjoyed Gary's company very much. We had planned to continue to talk long distance and see if anything developed. I had some very good stories to return home with. But the most favorite subject that I had enjoyed the most was my Master Sgt.



The Assignment



You're getting ready to leave for work soon, you're not traveling today but you will be gone for most of the day though. You have to go to a convention in the city. You come to find me before you leave to give me my instructions for the day. You know that I probably haven't gotten out of bed yet, its way to early for me and we did have quite a hot eventful evening last night. You're nice enough to let me sleep in for a while knowing how important sleep is yourself. 

I'm awake when you come back into the master suite; you get back into bed, pulling the covers off me and snuggle into my back feels just a bit strange but in an erotic way with you fully dressed up against my naked skin. Your hand caressing me from my hip along my side brushing against my breast as it passes by and back down again. I whimper and move back into you more. 

You whisper in my ear,

"Mmm, as much I'd like to stay and play with you today, I have to go, places to go people to see. I have a task/assignment for you to do today for me My sexy pet while I'm out." 

"Yes, Sir, whatever you want me to do for you I will as always."

"Good girl, I want you to watch porn all day from time I leave until get I back home. You can do what you need to do around here as far as chores go I don't want you neglecting those either. I want porn on both tvs all day and make sure that its in surround sound too. Make sure that the DVD's are ones that really really turn you on and get you the wettest. You can play with yourself as much as you want with toys, fingers whatever but you are NOT allowed to cum." 

"Mmm ,Yes ,Sir ,sounds like you have a hot wet day planned for me but I will carry out your wishes and will be a good girl for you. I will only watch porn, play with myself but I'm not allowed to cum."

"That's My good girl."

You whisper into my ear again as my thoughts about what you want me to do for you today have gotten me quite wet.

"Oh and one more thing, you know how I used to use a web cam so I can watch you while I'm not here. Well now the whole house is wired and has cameras in almost every room, especially the master suite including the bathroom. I did it one day while you were out shopping; I've been waiting for just the right moment to tell you about it. I've been looking in on you for a couple of weeks now when I've been out of town. I'm a voyeur but I love to watch My sexy pet. And lucky for you you've been a good girl 

while I've been gone or you would have gotten so punished." 

"Ohhhh?, " I ask as I roll over so we can talk face to face feeling myself blush, getting even hotter but slightly surprised as I think about being watched by you and not knowing about it. 

Your hand continues caressing me all over making a large circle from my nipples across my stomach and to my cunt brushing them all lightly enough to make me even hotter and wetter. You know what effect you're having on me, your hands working their magic on my body that you know all to well. You lean down and kiss me leaving me breathless. 

"Yes,My sweet pet, and to give you even more to think about, I've also wired the cameras to the 50" HD plasma TVs also. And one of these days, maybe really soon you can watch yourself as I do whatever I wish to you. I think that I'd better go now before I want to stay home today, but I really can't. Gotta go, be a good girl for me and just remember I'll be watching." 

"Yes ,Sir always."

"Good girl."

You kiss me deeply just before you get out of bed and leave me. Damn you've got me so hot and wet and needing to cum thinking about all of that plus your kisses and your hands roaming all over my body didn't help matters. You have me in a real dilemma now you told me that I wasn't allowed to cum today, but did you mean only while I was watching porn or the whole time that you're out. Hmmm........ 

After giving it some thought, I think that I had better not cum, err on the side of caution. I don't want to take the chance and you have to punish me, I know that it wouldn't be fun for either of us. I think I should get up move around try to cool off so to speak, good time to get something to eat; I am a little hungry and take a shower. Cold shower maybe I think to myself giggling. But then I remember what you said about watching porn all day, from the time that you left till the time you came home. Better do what you've asked of me right away, you may be watching and I don't want to give you a reason to punish me. I think not being able to cum all day while I'm watching porn will be punishment enough. 

I'll start with the bedroom TV and DVD player. I follow your instructions about picking out and DVDs that make me really hot and wet hmmm...I'll start with my favorite one "Bound, Teased and Spanked". I arrange all of the pillows in pile for later thinking that I'm going to need to be comfortable; maybe I should get out the toys also. Ohhh porn in HD, this should be good. I haven't watched any porn since you put the big plasma TV in here. 

I grab another DVD and I walk down the hallway wondering where you've put the cameras but then I think, I'm not going to worry about it it's not under my control anyway. I'm just going to go about my business like usual and pretend they aren't there, you may not be watching anyway but then again maybe you are. I go into the den to the plasma TV in there and put another one of my favorite DVDs in "Bound and Punished." Of course I make sure the surround sound is on like you told me to. While the previews are showing on both DVD's I think that I have time to grab some breakfast before watching porn like you told me too. But I know that I have chores to do sometime today also. I think that I may need my strength for the day that you have planned for me. 

I finish my breakfast and as the movie in the den starts I think that I'd better hurry into the master suite and get settled in to watch that movie first. The movie starts; right away I feel the tension and wetness building in my cunt as I watch this girl get tied up, knowing very well what that feels like. She's tied up spread eagle on the bed helpless against anything that is going to be done to her. Her nipples and cunt being played with, I can hear her moans of pleasure. 

Mmmmm, my fingers slide down my stomach, I begin to stroke my clit, and I'm moaning myself all the while watching what's being done to the girl on the screen. A large vibrator is shoved into her very wet cunt and turned on; hmmm that's good idea. I need something in me filling me up right now too, maybe it will take my mind off of the fact that I need to cum. I grab the largest dildo that we have and slide into my very wet cunt. Ohhhhhh, damn. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea at all, but it feels so good. I begin to slowly fuck myself with it; I start to play with my clit again. Mmmm sooo good. My cunt is so filled up right now this feels so good, but it's making me need to cum and I know that I'm not allowed to. Damn!!!

Her moans and whimpers are getting me even hotter, but I'd better be careful I back off a little I'm so close to cumming. In my heated state I think, hmm wonder if you're watching me now I hope that you are but all I want to do is cum right now, damn but I can't. I'm getting so much wetter now as I the slide the dildo in and out I must be leaving a wet spot on the sheets. My cunt leaks even more as I keep watching this movie, he tells unties her and tells her to roll over because he's going to spank her now. 

I hear her whimper knowing how she feels, she's so hot herself and needing to cum. I watch her getting her nice ass getting reddened by her Dom. I hear her beg him to let her cum over and over again pleading with him, he finally says yes she can, and then I hear her sounds of utter pleasure as she comes hard.

I wish that I could cum like that right now, damn. My cunt is soaking wet, my clit is hard and throbbing, I don't dare touch it much now I'm afraid if I do I'm gonna cum. I don't know how much more I can stand, this is almost torture making me watch porn all day and not being able to cum. I think that I need a cold shower and cool off for a bit. I pull the dildo out of my sopping cunt, and head for the bathroom. 

I turn on the water letting it warm up some don't want the water too too cold, and step in as I wash myself I realize that you said that there are cameras in the bathroom too. I wonder if you're watching now, I think well if he is I'll give him something good to watch. I think that I might be crazy I'm supposed cool off in here not get all heated.

I lather my body up taking some time running my hands all over my soaped up body up and down across my nipples, down my stomach, and rubbing my cunt gently. Mmm Mmmm. My fingers play with my clit a little, I begin to whimper and moan softly, hmmm wonder if there's sound too, can he hear me. Man this is starting to feel good, my cunt all soapy and slick. Damn ,but I'm still not allowed to cum. So much for a shower cooling me off. I guess that I'd better get out I'm clean now anyway. I get out, dry off and lotion myself all over.

I think that I still need another distraction to keep me from thinking about how bad I need to cum. Maybe I should clean the den now, give me something else to do, although the sounds of pleasure fill the air the moaning, whimpering as I walk towards the den. Those sounds keep me aroused and as hard as I try to focus on something else I'm constantly reminded that I need to cum and aren't allowed to.

I start cleaning the den and I guess it's just my bad timing the hottest scene in this movie begins, the one that makes me soo hot imagining myself in that situation. The girl is bent over a table, her hands bound behind her back, and between her ankles is a spreader bar. Her Dom is standing behind with a flogger telling her that she's such a naughty slut and needs to be punished. She pleads with him that she will be a good girl from now on. He tells her that he's sure that she will after this punishment its one she won't soon forget. He begins to flog her back and ass, leaving his marks all over her. Her moans become almost constant now I know that she needs to cum as bad as I do.

Ohhh this movie isn't helping me at all. I sit down on the couch, spread my legs rather lewdly and begin to play with my clit again slowly; soon I'm so into watching this girl get flogged and hearing her moans my movements on my clit become faster. My hips begin to buck and my back is arching ohhhh I'm so close now.

My moans and hers are filling the room with our mutual sounds of pleasure. Damn I need to cum soo bad. I begin to wonder if a few minutes of pleasure would be worth the pain of your punishment or not. No, don't think that it's worth it, id better be good as much as I want to cum. Besides knowing that I disappointed you would be even worse you gave me specific instructions that I wasn't allowed to cum. I think that I need another cold shower to cool off again.

I get up to go take yet another shower but I'm interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Here I am naked and all sweaty from coming close to cumming a few times now and there's someone at the door. I'm glad that I grabbed a large t-shirt before coming in here to clean the den, just in case. I head for the front door as I approach the large front windows I can see the Fed Ex truck in the driveway, ohhhh great. I vaguely remember you saying that you had something that was coming Fed Ex but you weren't sure when it would be here it's not the best timing for it to show up. I think that you plan this sometimes just to see how I will react. I answer the door, hmmm wonder if he can hear the soundtrack to the movies resonating thru the whole house, god I hope not. 

He tells me that he has a package for you and can I sign for it. I tell him sure no problem, I'm very self-conscious at the moment I know that my face must be flushed from almost cumming a few minutes ago. And I'm so wet I wonder if he can smell my arousal, not to mention I'm not wearing any panties. I hope that I don't drop anything and have to bend over he'd see my cunt and ass easily. He looks at me kind of strange and asks if I'm ok. I tell him I'm fine that I've been cleaning the house and watching movies. No lie there as I giggle to myself. 

I look at him as I speak to him mmmm young and kind of hot, wonder if he would like to come in and have some fun with me. Then I think I'm crazy for thinking that, it's just my sexually excited mind and body talking needing to cum so bad. I don't think that one would go over well with you inviting another man in to play with me when you weren't here and besides that I know that you're watching. I really do need a cold shower now for sure. 

Another visit to the shower for me, I'd better make this one a little bit cooler than the last one. I step in, brrrr that's cold. My nipples go rock hard right away; I gently wash my cunt trying not to touch myself too much. It's still so wet, it's a wonder that I haven't dripped on the floor yet. Even in the shower I can hear the sounds of pleasure, floggers, and asses being spanked. Talk about being frustrated, damn. I get out of the shower once again and dry off. 

I pick out another DVD to watch one that still gets me very hot per your instructions. I grab the remote and lay down on the bed. This one isn't a BDSM one it's a group sex one. The movie starts out pretty tame but then turns into an orgy. So many cocks all over, I wish I had one of those right now especially yours. But my trusty dildo will have to do for now, the girl is getting fucked well. I slide it into my still soaked cunt and begin to fuck myself, my fingers playing with my still hard clit. 

I watch as she's put into different positions fucked in the cunt, ass and mouth. So much cum all over her, yummy. Hmm I haven't played with my ass yet today, maybe that will take my focus off my needing to cum so bad. I think that the anal pleasure beads will do nicely; I lube them up and slide them one at a time while continuing to fuck my cunt. Mmmmm, oh god that's just to to good. I think I wonder if he knows how bad I need to cum by now, I'm sure that he does I would hope. 

Ok ok enough is enough here, I have to find a way to burn off all of this sexual energy I've been building up for most of the day. I need to exercise; I need to take a nice walk on the treadmill. It would take my mind off the fact that I still need to cum; my body is constantly in the state of arousal with the soundtracks playing in the background. Yeah a nice walk would be good to bad I can't go outside and do it I could get away from these movies for awhile, but I know that would really get me in trouble. I guess that I'd better change the movies on both TVs also; I've watched both of these a few times already. 

I grab another DVD to watch and head for the den, that's where the treadmill is. I put the movie in and start it. I get on the treadmill; I'll just take a nice walk concentrate on it and try to block out this movie. Its getting so frustrating no matter what I do all my senses are filled with sights and sounds of pleasure.

I don't know how much more that I can take, even as I walk on the treadmill and can my feel clit and cunt throbbing needing relief so badly. It's a constant battle fighting my body trying to will it not to get aroused by these movies, but it's so hard. Even as I exercise I feel the need to satisfy my urges I want so bad to touch and play with my clit but I'm so afraid to. I don't want to cum when I'm not allowed to, but I want to soo badly. 

I've got a mental battle going on between good and evil, part of me wants to cum and deal with the consequences later and the other part of me wants to be a good girl for you and obey your wishes. Damn this is soo hard. I'm almost beginning to get a little mad at you for putting me through this. I need another shower to cool my body and mind right now besides I'm all hot and sweaty now from my workout. At least I got some exercise, got my mind off of needing to cum and killed some time. 

I don't think that I've ever taken so many showers on one day, but I do need to cool off again. While I take my shower I start to think that I shouldn't be mad at you no matter how difficult the task is that you request of me. I know that I will get frustrated at times but I need to learn to how work through it. 

It's not like I didn't know what I was getting myself into when I signed up for this so to speak. You have every right to tell me to do whatever you want to me to do and it's my duty to carry it out. I want to be a good girl and please you above all. I will say that this is a very difficult task for me but I know that you must have a very good reason for it. After working through this in my head, I have a new found determination not to fail you, I can do this!!! I do need to get out of the shower now and continue onward. 

Hmmm which movie now? Ohh how about this one, I haven't seen it in such a long time. The movie starts, it's like déjà vu, all of the aroused feelings come rushing back. I had cooled off in the shower, my mind preoccupied focusing on something else. My clit throbs again and my cunt clenches watching girl on the screen tied up and being teased, being told that she's not allowed to cum without permission and if she does she will get punished. He licks and sucks on her nipples, my hand wanders to my nipples and brushes against them instant pleasure going straight to my cunt and making me whimper. 

He licks and kisses down her body; mmm I would love that if you were here right now. My hands caress up and down my body, feeling my soft skin beneath my fingers. He settles between her tied spread legs and begins to lick her soaking wet cunt; his tongue reaches her clit licking and sucking. She writhes underneath him pulling at her bonds and in between her moans I hear her ask if she can cum. 

He quickly tells her no not yet. Man I do know that feeling; my fingers have made their way down to my clit and are gently stroking it. He takes out a rabbit vibrator, the kind that has the clit vibe on it plus goes in her cunt. He shoves into her but pulls it back out quickly, I hear her whimper and moan louder. Ohh we have one of those, but do I dare? Yea, what the hell I'm going push my limits to see how much I can hold back and not cum. 

I reach to get it and slide it very easily into my sopping cunt, I don't turn it on at first but I do begin to fuck myself with it. He turns on the clit vibe on it and places against her clit, she moans loudly and I can see that she's fighting hard not cum. I copy that and place mine on my clit but I've got it turned down on the lowest setting then I slide back into my cunt again. I slide it in and out the clit vibe hitting my clit each time. Oooohh, damn. My hips begin to buck, my moaning is soo loud, and I'm so close to cumming that I can hardly stand it. It seems that she and I are moaning again together, our need to cum soo great. She asks him if she can cum again, begging him to let her. He finally says yes she can, she cums hard after being teased for a while. 

My autopilot takes over in my heated state not exactly thinking clearly at the moment I call out to you,

"Oh please Sir......please can I cum..... please....I need to cum so bad... please Sir.... Pleaasseee."

I hear your voice almost as if I'm dreaming, 

"Hum well I guess that I could let you cum, you have been a very good girl today."

I'm snapped back into reality did I hear what I think that I just heard. I look over it is you standing there in the doorway just smiling at me. 

"Hi My sweet pet, have a good day?"

"Hi Sir, well I guess that you could call it a good day in the sense that I obeyed your orders and I haven't cum all day as hard as that's been on me."

"I know.... I know it's been tough on you. I've been watching you all day I have the cameras set up so I can see the whole house on my Blackberry."




The Assignment



You walk towards me still laying there on the bed.

"And it looks like you've had a very busy day, too," giggling as you point at the vibrator still in my cunt.

I giggle and then blush; I had forgotten that it was there in my excitement to see you. I pull it out of my soaked cunt but it reminds me that my need to cum is still so great. My mind spins wondering if you are going to let me cum now or make me wait even longer. 

"Does My pet need to cum?," you ask me almost giggling because you already know the answer.

"Oh god yes..... please Sir... please.... Please let me cum."

"Hum well I think that you've been thru enough today, I'll let you cum but I want to feel you cum hard all over my cock."

You don't waste any time getting undressed; I think that watching me all day has gotten you quite hot also. As I watch you as you're undressing my need for you and to cum has me whimpering. You get in bed with me and lay down next to me; you take me in your arms and begin to kiss me deeply. Your hands start to roam my very excited body, I moan with every touch of your hands. 

I wish that you would hurry up but it seems that you're in no particular rush. You leave a trail of kisses from my mouth all the way down to my cunt, making me moan my back arching to meet your mouth. Mmmmmm. You finally reach my cunt; I'm soo wet that you lap up my juices. You lick my clit just enough to tease me once again. My hips buck trying to get more simulation on my clit but I know that I still can't cum; you want me to cum hard all over your cock. 

You move down between my spread legs placing the head of your cock against my very wet hole. You ease in just a little and pull back out. I moan loudly and wiggle my hips trying to get you in me further. I soon get my wish; you slam into me all the way filling my soaked cunt up all at once. 

"Oh please... please fuck me... please Sir."

You begin to fuck me hard. I'm moaning and whimpering under you, your hard cock pistons in and out of me. My oversensitive clit is being rubbed up against you as we move together. My breathing turns into pants, I can barely catch my breath now. My body is so tense like a coiled spring waiting to explode. 

"Cum, cum for me pet," you whisper in my ear urging my orgasm on.

I feel the whole days pent up energy bubbling up to the surface as my orgasm takes hold of my body. I wiggle and writhe under you as you continue to fuck me your cock almost being pushed out by the strong spasms of my cunt. 

"Ohhhhhhh...... ohhhhhhh..... mmmmm...Mmm Mmmm... so goooood..so gooodddd.mmmm," moaning as my orgasm continues.

"Damn baby, ohhhhhh. Your cunt is so tight around my cock I'm going to cum," you growl as you start to cum yourself not being able to hold back any longer. 

I lay there silent for a few minutes basking in the afterglow of my tremendous orgasm, not sure that I could talk right now anyway. 

"You OK My sexy pet?"

"Mmmm I'm just fine now. That was amazing; I don't think that I've even cum that hard or that long before. Thank you Sir, even though today was very hard on me it was definitely worth the wait." 

You kiss me. 

"I thought that you might like that, actually I knew that you would."

"You know me all to well Sir. But what I need right now is a nap. It's been a very tiring day for me and that huge orgasm has me spent."

"Mmm, My poor little pet, but as tired as you are I know that deep down you loved every minute of it. I'll nap with you; I've had a long day myself."

You wrap your arms around me pulling me in close to you, give me a gentle kiss and tell me that I'm such a good girl. I snuggle into you more and fall off to sleep quickly.



The Assignment



Authors note:

Three parts of a story told from different points of view. Each a story of their own, tied together for the complete story.

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It's been a hot, long, hard day. All you want to do is finish what you are doing and leave this place, and return to your hotel room. You need a shower and some clean clothes. You're tired, hot, and sweaty. Maybe a long soak in a tub filled with bubble bath would be better. Your body aches all over. Covering this story for the press has taken it's toll on your body. You just wish it would end.

Your escort finally says it's time to leave. You are more than willing. With all the rebel activity in the area, you want nothing more than to be rid of this place before dark. The last thing you need or want is trouble.

Finally on the road to civilization, if you want to call it that. The hotel is okay though, nice rooms, hot tub for their guests, and a small pool. Not quite what you'd expect for this area. You can't wait to get there, and out of these damn Army fatigues they gave you to wear. That tub sounds more and more inviting. You are so tired, you can't keep your eyes open. You soon drift off to sleep, knowing it won't be long until you are back at the hotel.

Suddenly you are pitched forward. You hit your head on the dash of the jeep as it comes to an abrupt stop. You slip out of the jeep on to the ground. You hear gunfire as you slip into unconsciousness. Everything turns fuzzy, then dark.

You come awake feeling like your head is about to fall off your shoulders. You reach for your head to help rub some of the fuzziness from it. But you find you can't reach very far. You become alarmed as the realization floods over you. You realize you are tied to a bed. What's happened? What's going on? Your heart races as you ask yourself these questions. You look around, you're not in your hotel room! Panic sets in! You want to scream! You can't, you realize you are gagged. Shivers of fear and panic over take you. You find yourself crying. Tears stream down your cheeks. You try to get free, the ropes only bite deeper into your soft flesh. It's then you realize you have been tied both hand and foot. More tears, more fear, more panic. Why have they done this to you? You, who are not a soldier, you are just a woman. A woman who was sent here to cover a story. You never wanted this. "Oh God, what's happening to me?" your mind screams.

You are jolted back to reality, as you hear a door open. You look towards the sound and see two men enter the room. One is tall, just over 6 foot, about 240 lbs., dark wavy hair, dark complexion. The other is older, right at 6 foot, heavier, salt and pepper hair, a scar which runs down his face from his forehead, across his cheek to his jawbone. The approach you. You want to wipe the tears from your face. But you know you can't. You try to hide your face. 

They reach you, see your tears and laugh. They check the ropes which have you bound. Pulling on them roughly, sending pain shooting through your body. You wench and try to escape the pain. Your tears flow even harder. They laugh at you again. When they are satisfied that your bindings will hold, they turn from you to leave. You start to relax a little. As they reach the door, words are spoken between them. The older man turns to look at you, his eyes are cold as stone. Fear grips your heart. The door opens and the younger man leaves. Your heart sinks as you see the older man close the door. He turns and looks up at you again with those cold eyes. You Shiver. Your heart pounds so hard you hear it in your ears. He walks towards you grinning. You catch your breath. Panic over takes you, more tears. "What is he going to do?" "What does he want?" Questions run through your mind.

He's standing over you, grinning an evil grin. He reaches down to your face, touching your tears. You twist your face away from his touch. He responds by grabbing your jaw and jerking it to him. His smile is gone. He waves his finger in front of you back and forth as if telling a child no. You know he means business. And you know you have been warned. Fear still grips you. Tears still flow. He releases your jaw and stands up. He reaches down to his hip, takes his combat knife from it's sheath. He grins, his eyes take on a wicked gleam. Your heart pounds faster as you see him reach for the front of your fatigues. Your eyes widen, and your breath catches, as you feel the cold steel of his knife on your throat. You fear this is the end! You gasp for air, trying to get more air past the gag. He laughs a wicked laugh. You feel the cold steel as it moves across your shoulder, and down your sleeve, cutting fabric as he continues down your arm. Cutting through the last of your sleeve, his eyes gleam even stronger. He places the blade on the other shoulder and repeats the process of the first sleeve. You wonder what he has running through his demented mind. He reaches the blade back up to your neck. You flinch. He laughs, starting a downward slice through the fabric. He continues down past your breast on to your stomach stopping briefly to look up at you and smile again. Down father, past your pelvis, on down the leg, down to your ankle.

"My God" you think "He's undressing Me."... Your mind goes into overdrive as visions of what will happen next flash through it. He brings the knife back up to your pelvis, slicing down the other leg of your fatigues. You curse yourself for not wearing any underwear beneath your fatigues. "Damn, this hot arid place. Damn this man for making you feel ashamed" your face turns red, as this monster takes each piece of fabric and lays it off you on the bed. He saves the middle part of the fabric for last. A wicked grin crosses his face as he slowly lays each piece to the side. He looks upon your nakedness and licks his lips. His eyes are glassy and evil to look at. You feel shame and disgust for what is happening.

He steps back from you a step or two. Looking at you, licking his lips. You see a bulge in his pants. Your mind races. You see him reach down to unzip his pants, taking his cock in his hand, stroking it. Your eyes get wide as he moves forward towards you. He climbs on the bed between your legs. Your heart pounds, your breath catches as you realize that this bastard is going to rape you. You try to scream, nothing makes it past the gag. You feel so helpless, so vulnerable.

He places his cock against your pussy. "Why? Why me?" You think.

Suddenly you hear a single gun shot! You watch as this bastards eyes go dim. He collapses on top of you, dead. "What is happening?" Your mind tries to find the answer.

You see a shadow of another man through your tears. It's the younger of the two men. "How did he get here? You didn't hear the door open." You think about what just happened as the young man rolls the lifeless body off you.

He takes the knife the older man used, you think "Not again!" The knife cuts through the ropes holding you down. You are free!... "What's going on? What's happening?" Questions, always questions. Always running through your mind.

The young man reaches for a blanket and covers you. As he takes the gag from your mouth, he explains that he is really a spy working for your side. He then picks you up and carries you towards the door, explaining that he's taking you to safety. You wrap your arms around his neck, as you lay your head on his shoulder, you take one last look at your prison. It is over, finally over. OR IS IT?

The Rescue

The civil war in this area has taken it's toll on the population of the area. I'd been sent in to infiltrate the enemy command. I was under very deep cover when the young woman captive was brought to our camp. She was taken into a house used by the commanding officer and tied to a bed. Knowing how this sick bastards mind works has my stomach turning. Anything could happen to her. I have to think of something.

I meet the commander at the door to his house. He opens the door and we step inside talking. I see her on a bed in the corner. She's bound and gagged. She's a pretty thing. Why would she want to be in the army and in this fighting to boot? I need to work fast if I am to save her. We check her bindings and laugh. I mustn't blow my cover.

The commander orders me to stand guard at the door. He doesn't want any interruptions as he interrogates the captive. Interrogation, is that what torture is called here?

Minutes later I open the door, silently stepping inside. I see her naked body with the sick bastard on top of her. He's raping her. I ease my 45 auto from it's holster, take aim, and squeeze the trigger. My shot rings true. His lifeless body falls on top of her.

I walk to her side, throwing the lifeless corpse of her attacker onto the floor. Taking his knife and cutting the ropes which have her bound. I explain who I am as I untie the gag. Reaching for a blanket I cover her nakedness. Taking her in my arms we leave the building. She hugs my neck tightly. I feel her head resting on my shoulder. We have to reach safety before we are caught. I'm almost certain my shot was heard.

I head deep into the forest packing this sweet thing in my arms. I need to stop and rest, but fear pushes me on. I finally reach a spot where a small canyon heads up the mountain. It looks like a place that can be easily defended. I must stop and rest. I need to check on this young woman. She fainted shortly after leaving the compound. She hasn't made a sound since.

I lay her down on the grass by a small stream. At least we'll have water to drink and bathe with. I set about setting traps back a ways along the trail. I ease back into the canyon. She is still laying where I left her. I notice a large bump on her forehead, and her blanket has slipped, exposing her womanhood. I notice the inside of her thighs are raw open wounds, as if she were skinned. Anger flares through me as I picture that bastard torturing her. Calming down some I realize in this heat and humidity her wounds need cleaned and dressed to prevent infection. I take a small med-kit from a pouch on my belt. I have most everything I need. I take my bandana from my pocket and wet it in the stream. I use it to make a compress for her forehead. She stirs and moans softly. I look through the pockets of my fatigues for anything which might be useful in our present efforts to reach safety. 

I find some small diameter cord, could be useful for building snares. I also find a couple of M.R.E.'s which will help satisfy our hunger. And I find various other objects which might come in handy some where down the line.

I look back at her and realize she needs something more than a blanket wrapped around her naked body. She needs some sort of clothing if we are to continue our journey. I ponder how to come up with some sort of covering for her body, when I notice the cord and med-kit lying on the ground, I have an idea. I retrieve a triangular bandage from the med-kit and then attach some cord in the appropriate places as to form a crude bikini bottom with which to cover her gorgeous looking lower section. Better cover her womanhood or I'll be tempted to sample her wares. That done, I take the edge of the blanket and cut a strip about two inches wide from it's width. Then I cut another stripe about a foot wide from the same edge as the first strip. Next I need to remove the remaining blanket from around her, so I can cut a slit in the center of it to create a poncho. As I remove the blanket from around her, she stirs again. I cut the slit in the center and look over at her naked body. I marvel at how beautiful she is lying there in the grass. Temptation rises in me. I shake it off. I have a job to do.

As I'm watching her, she opens her eyes and site upright. Alarm crosses her face as she realizes she's naked in front of me. I calm her fears, as I explain why. She turns red as she blushes in her shame and vulnerability. I hand her the blanket and explain how to use it to cover her body. I then hand her the two inch strip to use as a belt. When she has finished with that, I hand her the make shift bikini. She needs no explanations on how to put it on. With her naked body covered now I can relax to a point and finish fixing covers for her feet with the remaining piece of blanket.

I explain to her that we need to apply some medication from my med-kit to her wounds, and to lightly cover them with some gauze, which is in a small roll in the med-kit. She applies the medication and then covers the wounds with gauze. As she does this she explains how she received them. She blushes as she gets to the part of not wearing panties the day she went into the field. I shake my head in disbelief.

Everything done, we must move on before we are located by our pursuers. We hurry along the trail as we work our way farther up the canyon. As long as our enemies don't get on the canyon rims we should be safe.

I hear explosions from down the canyon. I can only hope my traps have taken enough of the enemy out so as to slow them down and make them more cautious as they chase after us. We move father into the canyon. I search along it's walls for a safe escape route. Nothing.

As we round a small bend in the canyon, my heart sinks. We have reached it's end. A small waterfall cascades down it's walls. We're trapped, no way out. Looking around for some cover which I can defend us from, I spy some boulders near the waterfall, maybe I can hide us there. I know our chances of making it out alive are slim. We move to the boulders. I look at my companion, she is frightened, I have her get behind me. At least with the boulders and my body as protection, she just might stand a chance of surviving. We settle in for our wait.

I take stock of my weapons, 45 auto, automatic rifle, combat knife, 3 clips of ammo for the 45, and 3 clips for the rifle. Not the best odds, but if I try not to waste my shots, we might just have a chance. I'll have to rely on my training, and the back woods skills my father taught me long ago. I hand my 45 auto to my beautiful companion. She takes it as I explain to use it only if something should happen to me. We wait, tension builds.

I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. The wait is over. Here they come. I raise the rifle and take aim. I watch as they search for us. There must be at least a dozen and a half of them. I squeeze the trigger, with this burst I've taken at least three of them out. I continue to shoot short bursts as the rest scatter for cover. I switch from auto to semi-auto as I reload. One clip down, two left. I scan the area for movement. My first volley took them by surprise, I won't be so lucky now. Three down, maybe four. At least two more wounded. That leaves at least a dozen to contend with. More movement, I spot a figure hiding near some boulders. He's left enough of his body showing for a shot. I take aim and fire, another one down.

All hell breaks loose as they now have our position located. Bullets splatter against the rocks surrounding our location. I worry about stray bullets hitting one of us as they splatter and bounce off the rocks. I continue to take pot shots at our would be captors. My supply of ammo is dwindling fast, as I put in my last clip. It won't be long until I run out.

I feel the stinging bite of a stray bullet as it passes through my flesh. I've been hit in my lower thigh. No time to take care of it now. I must continue my assault on our enemy. I feel fingers deftly working as they work to bandage my leg. I look down and she is wrapping the make shift belt she wore, around my leg as to slow the bleeding down. She looks up at me and smiles.

I see an enemy reel and fall to the ground. I can't seem to understand why. I wasn't even shooting in his direction. Our enemies start retreating. I'm confused, then I notice movement on the canyon rim. I look down the canyon and watch what is left of our enemies fleeing. I hear automatic gun fire as it echoes off the canyon walls.

Soon the shooting stops and I hear a voice calling out to us. It seems a patrol of our forces were in the general area when they heard explosions and minutes later heard weapons fire. So they came to investigate. As luck would have it, they became our rescuers.

As they lower a rope down to us over the canyon wall, I pull the clip from my rifle. Seems these boys made it just in the nick of time. I have three bullets left in my clip and three clips for the 45 auto. It wouldn't have been much longer and we both would have been dead or captured.

The rope reaches us and I tie it around the woman, making sure it is secured with a bowline knot. I yell to the men on top of the canyon. They start pulling her up. I smile as I watch her accent to the top. Dressed in a blanket and a make shift bikini, she reminds me of an orphan child, a rag-a-muffin if you will. But even at that she is still a beautiful sight to watch. I watch as they help her over the edge and out of sight. The rope lowers a few minutes later. As I tie it around me I think to myself, I rescue her, now they rescue me. What a turn of events.

Reaching the top, a medic checks and bandages my leg. The woman is sitting near, drinking from a canteen. When she is finished, she looks in my direction. Our eyes meet and we smile. I haven't even learned her name yet.

Safe at last. We head for headquarters. These fine young men, my rag-a-muffin, and me. I smile. 

The Final Chapter

It's been a long ordeal. First the fact I didn't wear any panties in this heat and I turn the insides of my thighs to hamburger. Then the jeep wrecks and I get a nice goose egg on my forehead, which is now turning different shades of black and blue. Then I get kidnapped, almost raped, and then rescued. Just to find myself waking up again in the middle of the forest naked and this man making me clothing. I was so embarrassed to open my eyes and see him staring at my pussy. Then he acts like it doesn't even faze him. Like I'm not even naked. Then he has the audacity to hand me a bikini he had made out of medical supplies. Quite ingenious though. I think I'll keep it. The next thing I know I'm dressed in rags and we're being shot at. And to top it all off he gets shot and he acts like it was a mosquito bite.

I don't understand why he bothers me so much. He's good looking enough, tall, dark complexion, and quiet. Come to think of it he didn't talk much at all. And when he did, it was matter of fact and to the point. He never once tried to take advantage of the fact I was naked. Or at least not to my knowledge, hmmm. Humph, he's driving me crazy.

I've been in this infirmary now for three days. Dehydration is what they call it. But I think these Doctors haven't had a woman to poke and prod for so long that they are making up excuses to see me naked, as they examine me. Their constantly checking the damp moist areas of my body. Men! I'll be so glad when I can get out of here. Maybe this afternoon, if the Doctor's satisfied I haven't got fungus. One good thing about being here is my inner thighs are healing good. Still can't believe I went without panties. I should have known better. Damn it itches down around there. After being shaved so the medicine would work, the hair must be growing back. I sure wish it would hurry, or better yet maybe a little privacy so I could shave it myself.

Well, I just visited with the Doctor and he wants to keep me one more day. But he did say I could go take a shower and could shave my itchy crotch by myself. So I guess I'll go and take a shower and shave.

Well now, this is going to be interesting, Coed showers. Just what I need. Well at least there isn't anyone here, and I hope it stays that way. Now to get out of this gown and start the water.

Oh yummy, this feels great. Water temperature is just right. Now to lather up and wash my hair. So far so good, no one else here. My hair really needs washed. Then I can wash and shave down around my pussy.




The Assignment



Oh my God! I feel hands on my shoulders. Who is touching me? I can't even shower without someone seeing me naked. Do I dare open my eyes to see who it is? He's speaking, telling me he will help me with my shower. My God, it's him! Well at least he's already seen me naked. Maybe I can relax and enjoy this. My heart is racing with excitement. I seem frozen in place. Is he naked? Do I dare turn around to see?

He's washing my hair. Oh he's so gentle. This feels yummy. I think I'm going to enjoy this. Now he's soaping and washing my back. Oh how I enjoy his touch. I feel a stirring of emotions. I feel a tingling and wetness starting. Oh my! Now he's washing down my legs. I still need to shave down there. Maybe I will get lucky and he will do it for me. It's such a pain to try and do it myself. Oh God, I'm trembling so hard I can hardly stand. I think I better use the shower pole for support. Oh my, he's washing ever so gently around my womanhood. Oh my, oh my, oh my! The tingling between my legs is getting more intense. And if it weren't for the water from the shower running off me, I'm sure I'd be plenty wet there also.

He's asking where my razor is. I'll have to open my eyes to find it. There it is. What a sight to behold. My God he's huge! Oh my, I'm trembling even harder. He's so gentle. Oh my! He's shaving down there! Mmm that feels good. Ever so gentle, as the razor does it's job. Now he's washing me off there.

Oh my, Oh my, Oh my! He's kissing the inside of my legs. Slowly working his way up. Oh mmm that feels good. Yes right there. Oh yes lick it baby. Oh God, he's working wonders on my clit with his tongue. Oh yes! Faster baby, lick me faster. Oh my, I feel tingly all over. Mmm oh yes, I'm on fire. Please don't let it stop. My legs are getting weak. I'm glad I have something to hold on to. Waves of pleasure run through my body as I climax.

He slowly kisses his way up my body. Reaching my lips we kiss long, deep, and with passion. I feel his manhood as he holds me tight. He positions me against the shower pole. Slowly he enters me, stretching me almost to the point of pain. I've never felt so full. I tingle all over. My hips match his movements as he slowly pumps in and out of me. Our bodies seem to become one, one with purpose. I continue to climax. Suddenly I feel his huge member spasm as hot fluid fills me. He holds me tight as his orgasm subsides.

Slowly he withdraws his member from the confines of my womanhood. Kissing me gently.

We finish our shower together. In turn washing each other. Laughing and kissing as water sprays on our bodies.

We leave the shower and get dressed. As we start to leave the locker area we run into a couple of soldiers. We laugh, knowing if they had been just a few minutes earlier the sights they would have seen.

We walk slowly back to my bed. Who would have ever dreamed we would have shared ourselves in such a place or such a manner. I smile knowing that this is just the beginning. I can only hope they release me from here today. Then the two of us can spend a lot more time together. I can't wait. But I know I have to.

We reach my bed just as the Doctor gets there. I get to go as soon as I pack my few belongings. My heart sings. My body trembles as he kisses me. Who knows what tomorrow will bring!?



The Assignment



At this point, I would rather just lie here and drift off to sleep post orgasm, but you gave me an assignment and I have only halfway completed it. So now I have to drift back up here and try to capture in writing what has taken place in my mind and body.

I have been thinking about what I have read of your chat all evening. I run errands, letting my mind wander along the way. When I have finished them, I go home and have something to eat finally, since I haven't really eaten for some time. I check in briefly online, one of my people is being difficult, but nothing can break my mood.

I am making myself wait; sometimes I like to do that, letting the anticipation build. At one point I realize that my panties are quite wet, and have been that way for awhile. Finally I get ready for bed, washing carefully.

I retire to the bedroom and open the drawer where I keep my toys. Some of them tempt me, but you have told me what you wish me to do, and so I locate only the lubricant. I permit myself only a small amount. I usually don't need much.

I slip into bed naked, and tuck my legs up. I'm right handed; the right hand is the rubbing hand, and I spread the lube between my lips and up to my clit. I like the initial feeling of cold goo, but it quickly warms and becomes slick.

I start with one finger of my left hand as you have told me to do. It is warm and moist inside, and this has nothing to do with the lube. It's all me. I feel how slippery I am, and explore the inside curves of myself.

I start to imagine a scenario in my mind.

You bring me into a room to introduce me to two of your friends. As you make the introductions, you fondle me, touching my breasts. A frown creases across your face.

"What's this? Are you wearing a bra? You know you aren't to wear them unless you go out."

I can feel my face flushing and I say nothing in response.

"Take it off." you say. I turn to leave the room, but you stop me with a hand on my arm.

"No, take it off here. Now. Where we can see you."

I remove my shirt. You sit in down in one of the chairs in the room and your companions also find seats.

"See? It's not really a bra, it’s a camisole." I say. But you say nothing and continue to look at me, waiting. I shift my attention and I see that your friends are also watching and waiting. I pull it off over my head and stand exposed.

"Happy now?" I ask.

You just lean back, shake your head no, and say simply, "All of it."

I'm naked now and I am shaking slightly, nervous. I know that this will not be the end of it. Now that I am naked, it is too tempting for you not to continue. So I wait to see what you will have me do next.

You motion for me to sit on the arm of the chair, and I do warily. You begin to talk to your friends about things, and gradually you shift the conversation to the topic of blowjobs. And finally you get to me, as you talk, you begin touching my skin, lifting my hair off my shoulders.

"You like to suck cock don't you?" you ask me. I look at the floor and nod. I am mortified, but at the same time, I am secretly enjoying being the focus of all your friends' eyes.

"Well then..." You stand up, and have hold of my hair, leading me by it. I stand up following you, and you take me to one of your friends' chairs, and pull me down gently but firmly to my knees in front of him.

"Suck him girl."

I know you expect me to do it, so I open your friend's pants, ease down his briefs and lick my lips so that he will slide easier. I place him in my mouth. You hold my hair away from my face so that you can watch.

I move my mouth slowly around him, taking more of him into me. I can taste and smell him now, and I salivate. I am conscious of being watched, I wonder what I look like to you with my mouth stretched and filled by this friend of yours.

You begin to tell me what to do; to kneel there with my ass in the air instead of on my haunches. You tell me where you want me to lick, and I start to relax and enjoy the feeling of the cock in my mouth. You comment now.

"I think she's really starting to get into it. Why don't you check to see if she is enjoying herself?" You direct this to your other friend, who comes and crouches behind me. I feel him touch my ass, run his hand down between my legs.

He probes and separates my lips with fingers, and slips two of them inside me.

At this point in reality, I also slip two fingers inside myself, and stroke the moisture from my vagina upward to my clit. I put another finger in, now I have three. I spread them so that I can widen myself for another, and try more of my hand inside. I feel the tightening of my muscles against my fingers as I become more and more excited.

Your friend chuckles appreciatively as he moves his fingers inside me. I can hear the sounds of my moisture as he draws his fingers in and out of me, and I begin to moan softly around the cock in my mouth.

"She's like oiled silk." He says.

"She wants to fuck," you say from behind me. I feel a question pass between your friend and you, and then I feel the head of a hard penis tracing down between my cheeks and I arch my back in response and in anticipation of feeling it inside me.

I feel the delicious sensation of it sliding into me, and tighten myself around it.

It is now that I have all four fingers inside myself, and try to get as much of my hand in as I can. I can only get to a little bit above my knuckles, but I think this is because I can't really get my arm at the proper penetration angle. I enjoy how full I feel, and rub my hardening clit faster.

In my head I have the satisfying sensation of being entered at both ends, filled and stretched by firm insistent cocks. The rhythm of the fuck carries me along and I begin to lose touch with where I am.

There is a brief interruption and I realize that the two have traded places, the one I was sucking now has his cock in me, and I can taste myself on the new cock that inserts itself into my waiting mouth.

I hear your voice in my ear then, "You like the taste of yourself on his dick, don't you?" I open my eyes and see you looking at me, enjoying watching me lose myself in this.

You are beneath me now, kissing me gently on the nipple, and you take one into your mouth, and take the other between your fingers, twisting it, as you suck the other. With your free hand you stroke my clit in small circles, urging me on.

Finally you displace your friend and he moves to the front of me, and I alternate taking first one guy then the other into my mouth and hands. I know it is you inside me now, and you are egging me on, rubbing your fingers against my clit, and saying, "Suck those cocks, cum for me, babe."

You are thrusting hard and fast into me now, and I am meeting you with my own grinding hips, moaning between mouthfuls of cock. I move my hands and mouths faster on them, and one guy begins to gasp and spew into my face. From there it is a chain reaction, and the other one comes off. I feel hot cum spatter itself onto me and I feel frantic to cum myself, against your rubbing hand.

It starts to creep up to the point where I am almost ready to go over and my noises become high whimpers. I am so tense now I can barely move. I can feel my vagina clamping down on you, that and the hot cum on my face are all I can feel for the moment. Then the orgasm starts to wash over me like an electric shock, and I feel myself shudder and pulse around you. It’s a good, long strong one, like I haven't experienced for awhile.

In reality too, I feel my orgasm coming, and then the force of it as I clamp tight around my own four fingers and shudder. I can feel the quivering of my walls against my fingers, and the shock of the orgasm rushes through me like a hot wave, starting at my clit and streaming out to my fingers and toes.

The contractions of my walls around you start to send you over too, and you pull out to paint me as the others have done. I quickly snake my hand down and rub myself to another orgasm while you are cumming on my back.

Now breathing hard, ears ringing, I feel you smoothing the puddles of cum into the small of my back. I know I am covered with it, a sticky mess, and that you are pleased with this. 



The Assignment



My name is Amanda. I'm now 20 year old. I'm five foot five, 124 pounds, with dark brown hair, brown eyes and 32a chest. I've been told my best feature is my ass, along with my full, sensual lips and dark eyes with long lashes. I've had submissive feelings for as long as I can remember.  When I was 18 I met an online Master. At that time I lived in in Arizona with my dad. My Master lived very far away, and our relationship originally consisted of online play. I would get home from school, meet him online, and he would direct me, have me use ice, clothespins, and candles on myself. I would also have to walk in front of windows with the curtains open in different outfits. If I displeased him I would have to vacuum the living room wearing panties and bra or sometimes only panties. He knew I was very shy and self-conscious, and that such assignments always left me embarrassed. They also made me horny. I couldn't really explain why, but the combination of embarrassment and excitement did have that effect on me. I would have to walk across the living room with the curtains of the bay window open, in full view of whomever happened to be walking by. I'm sure that many of the boys who played outside of our house got their first view of a naked girl from simply watching me, half undressed, do housework in my home.

After a few months of online play, disaster struck. My father came home from work early and found me naked in his den, with my nipples covered in candle wax, and clothespins and a ping pong paddle on his desk. He freaked. I've always been his little girl and the thought of me playing online made him see red. He decided to cancel our internet provider service. I could no longer come home and play.  My Master and I decided to continue our relationship by email, and once in a while I would babysit for a neighbor and meet him online.

He would write me different assignments and I would go out and perform them and write him back with a detailed account of what had happened. At first they were relatively easy: I would have to go to a mall with a short skirt and no panties and ride upwards on an escalator a given number of times. Or go into a shoe store and try on different shoes in a short skirt, once again without panties. Sometimes I would have to go to a park in a very skimpy bikini and sunbathe. If I misbevahed by not writing back quickly enough (I would have to use a school computer or sometimes write from Kinko's), I would be given a "punishment assignment", an assignment that would test me more thoroughly than one of my usual assignments. This is the story of two of those assignments.

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I had met a boy my age and had spent a week enjoying my newfound relationship without writing my Master. Once I did check my email I found an angry email from him. If I wanted to continue our relationship I would have to do a punishment assignment. I was to dress in a pair of cut-off jeans that were very short and displayed the cheeks of my ass, a crop top, no panties or bra, and high heels. I was to find a convenience store and go inside, look around, and find an item that cost around 2 dollars. I was only to bring a dollar into the store with me. Once at the counter I had to try and convince the clerk to let me have the item for only a dollar by offering to lift my top for him.

I was shocked after reading this, but I knew in my heart I would do it. I had had other boyfriends, but I didn't want to lose my Master. Most of my relationships had nothing to do with D/s, and I enjoyed that secret part of my life. I knew that I could manage to perform this assignment, keep a boyfriend on the side, and have the best of both worlds.

I skipped school and dressed as ordered. I drove a little ways from my home. It was mid-morning during the work week, and I thought that less people would be out at such an hour. I didn't want someone I knew to see me dressed in such a slutty outfit, or worse, actually see me in the store. After driving for a while I found a convenience store that was a little out of the way. I parked in front, took a deep breath, and walked inside.

The store was empty, except for the owner. He was an older Latino. He wasn't attractive by any means. His skin was pockmarked and sun-baked, he had a bit of a beer belly and grey hair and looked to be in his fifties. I walked through the aisles, trying to get my courage up. The air conditioning had caused my nipples to harden, and I knew they were easily visible through the thin fabric of my top.

After a few minutes I picked up a bottle of some kind of fancy juice drink and went to the counter. I could feel my breasts bouncing slightly without a bra on, and the man at the counter kept his eyes firmly focussed on my chest. I had butterflies in my tummy thinking about what I had to do.

He said hello in heavily accented English, brazenly looking at my protruding nipples. I smiled and put the drink on the counter and he rung it up. I knew there was no going back. I fished my wallet out of my purse and made a show of being surprised by the fact that I had nothing more than a dollar.

"I'm sorry, I only have a dollar." I told him. "Could I have the drink anyway? I'm dying of thirst."

He looked slightly angry, and took the drink away from me.

"This ain't a food bank." He told me gruffly.

I took a breath and smiled brightly at him.

"Well, what if I lift my top and let you see my boobs, can you let me off the extra change?". I asked.

He looked surprised, and made me repeat what I had said. I blushed and said it again.

"OK," He told me. "Come over here and let's see them." He ordered.

I went to his side of the counter, close to him. I took the hem of the crop top and lifted it quickly, before lowering it just as fast.

"I didn't see nothing." He complained. "Lift it again and let me see."

Closing my eyes I lifted the top again and left it over my breasts. Before I could say anything, I felt his old hands on my breasts. I sucked in a quick breath at the feel of hands on my bare skin, fondling my tits. Soon he was rolling my nipples between his fingers, and I felt a hot flush. I couldn't pull my top back over my breasts with his hands covering my tits. He continued to play with my hard nipples, enjoying having a young woman at his disposal, I suppose. I got caught up in the moment, the sensation of an older man fondling me making me wet, despite my embarrassment.

I must have had my eyes closed, because the next thing I knew he was saying hi to someone. My eyes flew open and I saw another man watching and smiling. I hadn't heard the bell above the door and the owner had decided to let the man watch. I quickly lowered my top and left the store hot with shame. The old man told me to come back anytime, and I heard laughter as the door to the store closed behind me. I had been so overwhelmed I had forgotten to take the drink with me.

I wrote my Master about the experience, and he was very pleased. I think the idea of an older man fondling me turned him on a great deal. I resolved I would be a good slave for him, and avoid any behavior that would give him a reason to punish me a second time.

As they say, the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry, and within two weeks I had angered my Master again. He stopped writing me. I emailed him several times, begging for a second chance. I would get it, but the next assignment would be much more difficult.

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My Master finally wrote me back, with new instructions. My heart sank as I read the next punishment assignment. I was to return to the same store. I had to dress in a thin white tshirt that I had cut so short - as per his instructions - that it would barely cover my breasts. I was also to wear a very short black skirt, and a black thong, a pair of sneaker with high heels, and no bra. The straps of the thong had to be visible above the skirt. I had to walk into the store and pick out something more expensive this time. However, this time I was to bring no money with me, and agree to do whatever the man at the counter told me to in order to walk out of the store without paying.

This time I got up early on a Saturday. I figured there would be fewer people out if I went early enough, and I was right. I drove towards the store on a cloudless, sunny Arizona morning. I left the house in a normal tshirt and changed after I had driven away from my home, hitching up the straps of my thong so they were plainly visible above the top of the skirt.

I arrived at the store and parked in front. I was shaking with anticipation. I had no idea what to expect, and even stepping out of the car dressed like a slut was a challenge. I had cut the tshirt as best I could, but it was obviously a job that had not been done by a professional. The bottom was ragged and not perfectly straight. The area above my belly button all the way up to my ribs was on display.

I walked into the store and the bell above the door that announced a new customer seem to ring very loudly. I heard voices in the store, and realized the owner wasn't alone. It was the same man, but he had a friend sitting on a cheap plastic seat with him behind the counter. His friend was a little younger, but just as umkempt. He had greasy hair tied in a pony tail, and his shapeless tshirt did little to hide his gut. He looked to be in his thirties, but he may have been older or younger, it was difficult to tell.

When I first walked in, the owner waved and said hello. He seemed genuinely pleased to see me, and I thought that perhaps having someone else in the store would stop him from doing anything too obvious with me. I was very wrong.

Once again I walked up and down the aisles. The conversation at the counter had died down, and even without looking I knew both of them were checking me out. I knew how much was on display considering what I was wearing, and once again the familiar combination of embarrassement and excitement coursed through me.

I finally picked up some cookies and a six-pack of cola. I walked towards the counter, with the two men smiling and checking me out. The trip of only a dozen steps seemed to take forever.

"Hello there pretty chica, how are you doing?" The owner boomed, his smile revealing snaggled teeth. He was so friendly, and seemed so happy that I had returned, I felt some of my nervousness ebbing away.

"That's a very sexy outfit! Did you wear that just for me?" He joked, while gazing over my body. I had never felt so naked while actually wearing clothes.

I thanked him and placed my items on the counter. He quickly rung them up and then looked expectantly at me.

"Did you bring any money this time?" He asked, half joking.

"Uhm no, sorry. I was hoping you would be able to let me off this one time." I stammered, knowing I was once again getting close to the point of no return.

"Come over here and let me look at you." He told me.

At that point I knew that the fact he wasn't alone was not going to slow him down. My pussy was already starting to get wet. With my heart hammering in my chest I went - once again - to his side of the counter. The owner exchanged some rapid-fire Spanish with his friend.

Once I was close enough to him he just admired my body with his hands on my hips. He said something in Spanish while looking at the straps of the thong, which were positioned on the curve of my hips.

"Very nice! I like how you wear your panties." He observed.

"Th-thank you. It's kind of a new style." I told him breathlessly.

"Really? Very very sexy." He cooed. Then he took both sides of the thong and pulled upwards. I let out a small cry as I felt the fabric disappear between my ass cheeks and rub tightly against my pussy. Much of the thong was now above my skirt. The owner then told me to lift my top. I had been ordered to obey him while in the store, and so without any argument I lifted what was left of the tshirt above my tits.

He felt them and started playing with my nipples. I couldn't help myself. With the thong rubbing my pussy and his hands on my body, I began to respond. I knew his friend was drinking in the sight of me and that this old man was enjoying showing me off. My pussy was starting to soak the thong.

"Nice tits, no?" He inquired of his friend. His friend simply nodded and smiled, his eyes never leaving my exposed breasts.

"Go over and show Juan your tits." He commanded. I just looked at him, hoping I'd misunderstood. 

"Well, go over, what are you waiting for?" He asked. He seemed to instinctively know that I would do as he said. I don't know how, but maybe having to deal with hundreds of people over the course of a given year, had given him the ability to read people well. Somehow he knew I was a sub at heart, and that I would do as he said. Obviously he could never know that I was doing this for someone else.

I stepped around him and his friend sat up to get a better look.

"Go on," the owner said, "go ahead and touch them, she won't mind."

That little bit of encouragement was enough for Juan. He reached for my breasts and began fondling them. I stood obediently before him, letting him maul and rub my breasts and pinch my nipples. The owner was behind me, also sitting, and I felt his hands lift my skirt and feel the cheeks of my ass, spreading my cheeks apart and muttering words in Spanish, while Juan continued to enjoy playing with my breasts.

This was all happening in broad daylight, and I was worried that someone would walk in. I looked towards the door to make sure the coast was clear, while two pairs of old hands felt my body.

The owner caught my look.

"Worried about someone walking in?" He asked me.

I nodded, the ability to speak quickly fading as these strangers felt my ass and tits.

He said something in Spanish to Juan and then took my hand. I followed him to the back of the store, my top still above my breasts, my skirt in disarray and my thong buried deep between my ass cheeks.

We arrived at a door and he opened it. He motioned me to get inside and said something to Juan. I stepped into a hot, dusty room. Obviously this area wasn't air conditioned. There were boxes stacked everywhere, and a sturdy looking table against the wall. Once the door was closed the owner pushed me towards the table. It wasn't a very hard push but I knew to take the cue and walk to the table. Maybe he had been treated badly by other white people. Perhaps he had been stung by prejudiced comments from racists, I don't really know. I do think that in some ways being able to order around a young white girl was giving him a great deal of pleasure. Once beside the table he wasted very little time stripping me of everything I was wearing except for my socks and high heeled sneakers. For a few moments he just enjoyed feeling my body. His hands carressed my breasts, he turned me around and admired my ass before making me face him again. Staring straight into my eyes, he watched my expression as one of his fat fingers slipped into my bald pussy. I moaned involuntarily, and he smiled in satisfaction. He knew I was his to do as he wished.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed down. I sank to my knees on the dingy, dusty linoleum floor. Without ado he unzipped himself and released a circumsized, slightly shorter than average, but impressively thick cock. I looked at his for a second and then up at him.

"Go ahead, help him." He whispered. His English wasn't the best.

I placed one hand on the shaft and took the head into my mouth. Previous boyfriends had always complimented me on my cocksucking, and I knew I had a talent for it. While his meat disappeared into my mouth, I looked up at him submissively. I knew it was wrong but being naked, on my knees, and with a stranger's dick in my mouth was making my pussy gush.

My mouth quickly filled with saliva as I worked his rod in and out, taking special care to lick at the sensitive area where the head of his cock met the shaft. I felt the soft flesh of his belly against my forehead, and sweat was dripping onto my shoulders as I worked his hard cock in and out of my mouth. I let it drop out of my mouth and licked at his balls before sliding my tongue all the way up the shaft and back between my lips. I knew that if I could make him cum this way, I would be able to leave without having to do much else.

As if reading my mind he pushed my head away and his cock slipped out from between my lips. He stood me up and turned me around, facing away from him. Once again he pushed me, and I felt my thighs press against the table, my upper body bending forward. My ass and pussy were available to him. He placed a hand on my back, forcing my chest against the wood of the table. He rubbed his dick along my lips and slid himself inside my soaking pussy with ease.

My tits were mashed against the table as he buried himself in me to the hilt. He began to fuck me. I started moaning as his thrusts became more forceful. Bending slightly forward he used one hand to cup my mouth in an attempt to keep me quiet and continued to ram me.

"You like that, don't you?" He said, not really wanting an answer. I just moaned into his hand and enjoyed the feeling of being filled with a hard cock. One of his fingers slipped into my mouth and I sucked it hungrily. He said more things in Spanish I didn't understand, while battering my pussy with his fat cock. Droplets of sweat dripped onto my back. 

He lifted my head by pulling on my hair with his free hand. I arched my back.

"You gonna be quiet now?" He asked me.

I whimpered yes and he released my hair and took his hand away from my mouth. He then put both hands on my hips and began thrusting. I bit down on my lower lip to keep quiet as this old man fucked me for all he was worth.

I felt the beginnings of an orgasm begin to well up within me. Gripping the table, with my eyes closed, I braced myself as best I could while being taken from behind. I was so very close to cumming, but it was not to be. With a few more furious thrusts he emptied himself into my love canal, pressing his body against mine. I felt the liquid warmth fill me, and after a few moments he stood up and I felt my pussy emptied of cock.

My master had taught me to always clean a man after he had been inside me, and I got back on my knees and took him into my mouth. He told me he couldn't get hard again so soon after cumming.

"That's ok." I told him, "I just want to clean you."

"You're really something else." He told me, stroking my hair as I sucked his cock clean of my juices and his cum. He then zipped himself back up and left the room, leaving me naked, his cum slowly seeping out of my pussy.

I stood up and looked for my clothes. They were on the floor. He had stepped on them while fucking me, and they were covered in dust and the prints of his shoes were plainly visible on my black skirt. I found my thong and slipped it on. Then I retrieved my top from the floor.

Before I could dress, the door opened and Juan walked in.

"Don't bother getting dressed." He gruffly told me. The owner must have told him that he could take his turn, that the little white girl would do anything. I let my top drop back to the floor as he approached me.

Juan approached the table and unbuttoned his pants. He released a very long and thick cock. As if hypnotized I sunk to my knees in front of him and wrapped one hand around the shaft before taking the head into my mouth. I couldn't get much more than the head into my mouth but I did the best I could, slurping over the large purple head and running my tongue along the underside of his dick. It didn't take him long to get hard, and after a few more moments he stopped me and lifted me up. He told me to take the thong off and I slipped it down my legs, the fabric sticking a little to my pussy from my own wetness and the cum leaking out of me.




The Assignment



Once my thong was off Juan placed me on the table in a sitting position, facing him. He guided his massive tool between my lips, and I watched, fascinated, as my shaved pussy was stretched my the girth of his cock. He put his hands on my knees to spread me open wider, and started to slowly work himself completely into me. I knew I wasn't going to cum. He was so big that it was slightly uncomfortable inside me.  He increased his tempo and my body rocked gently with the rhythm of his thrusts. I leaned back on my hands and Juan used his own hands to roll my nipples between his fingers while he fucked me. I concentrated on the sensations in my nipples as he pounded away.

I guess he hadn't had sex in a while, because soon enough he was past the point of no return. He began to increase the speed of his thrusts and then grunted as I felt my pussy filled with cum for the second time in less than half an hour. I watched as his thick tool slid out of my gaping pussy. Once again, as I had been taught, I got on my knees to clean him off. Juan watched me, smiling, as I licked and sucked and cleaned his soft but still impressive tool. To my surprise, he got hard again. I thought to myself that he really probably hadn't had sex in a while to get hard so quickly after cumming. Juan put one of his hands on the back of my head and I continued to suck him, tasting myself and his cum. My jaw was getting a little sore but I continued the blowjob, on my knees, with his hand guiding my head backwards and forwards. He came a second time and I swallowed what little spunk he had left.

Juan left the back room. I cleaned my skirt the best I could and after getting dressed I walked out into the main part of the store. Both men were sitting down in their chairs, with smiles on their faces. I walked towards the door and stopped before the liquor display. I grabbed a bottle of tequila. I didn't think they would object, and they didn't. The owner said goodbye and told me that I was always welcome in his store.

I walked back to my car, my thong being soaked from all the cum dripping out of me. I drove home and went to my room and took a nap.

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The Assignment



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My new Master, the one I'd been waiting for, the one that I had felt drawn to for months, finally I was his We met months ago online, but only chatted a little, neither one of us making a move toward the other. Then we didn't chat again until weeks later; again it was only a few comments. I wanted more. Later I learned he did to, but at that time neither one of us knew it. Life goes on and I happened to see his name online. The pull to him was still there, a desire I can't seem to avoid any longer. We chat, hint, suggest. . . finally we talk. Over a few conversations we learn that we both felt this attraction, yet neither one of us were ready to act, both of us were unsure of the other one's feelings. Now we are one. He is mine. I am his. Tonight he gave me my first assignment. He told me I was to do this every night. I do. I love it. My assignment seemed so simple, but it required all my concentration. It required complete control over myself, yet in fact, it was his control over me that was in that room that night... the night my Master owned me. 

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"When you bathe this evening I want you to do this. I want you to wash your eyes, lips, cheeks, neck. Wash everything. As you do I want you to say, 'my Master owns this'. If you can bring yourself pleasure you may," he told me. 

"I am honored." 

"Write me in the morning. Tell me how you felt," he said. 

"I will Master." 

"Goodnight My angel-slut." 

"Goodnight Master."

I was excited to do what my Master asked. I could feel the desire to please him burning inside me. I wanted to make him proud of me. I needed to. I grabbed candles and a lighter, went to my bathroom, shut the door, and lit the wicks on the three lavender pillars of wax. I then started my bath water and shut off the lights. I added bathing foam granules and soon my tub was full of fluffy bubbles. I took a deep breath and disrobed. My fingers grazed my skin. His words were already running in my head, "my Master owns this." 

When I stood there in the center of the room, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of the air that surrounded me. I pictured him. His dark hair. His eyes, hidden behind a pair of distinguishing glasses. I saw his grin, his pride in me, and I felt my body turn a soft pink as the thought of my Master watching me brought a blush to my cheeks.

I opened my eyes, but kept my Master in my thoughts. I stepped into the water and the steamy liquid skated up my legs as I slipped the other in and slowly descended to the tub. I closed my eyes again as I slid down and let only my head remain above the water. I had piled my hair up so only small tendrils of red curls were moistened as I soaked for a few minutes. The heat rolled over me and completely consumed any chilled spots my body may have had. I breathed deep, savored the perfumed scent of both the candles and the bubbles. When I opened my eyes I saw what I wanted. 

There were two clothes on the side of the tub. One was soft and smooth, the other textured. I chose the latter of the two. It was that texture I would use to help me imagine his hands touching me as I washed away myself and replaced it with him.

I dipped the cloth into the water and soaked it with heat, then I added the gel that I would use to wash away the old me. I ran the cloth over my closed eyes and whispered, "my Master owns this." 

A shiver ran through me. I pictured him there, washing me. He washed away the self that covered my forehead, cheeks, lips, chin. 

The cloth moved to my right ear, down my neck, and over to my left ear. Again I felt him there as the words left my lips once more. I could feel a weight lift from my shoulders and I savored the feeling of giving up everything to someone I knew would cherish me. "my Master owns this," I mumbled as the cloth traveled behind my neck and washed away the essence of being alone. 

"my Master owns this," he said in my mind. The cloth caressed my right shoulder, collarbone, then my left shoulder. I felt a tightening in my stomach and knew I was becoming his. A shiver ran through me. "Oh my." 

I washed each arm, elbow, and every one of my fingers. I washed away the self that coated my skin cleansed away the particles that were barriers that I placed on my being. "my Master owns this," fell from my lips as the cloth ran over the tops of my breasts, down the curves of the full globes and I felt my nipples grow erect from the rough cloth possessing me. 

His hand owns me. My mind has given him complete control over every inch of flesh now covered by his words, "my Master owns this."

The soap was reapplied to the cloth and it danced upon my skin as I washed the two pink pearls that had protruded from my breasts. "Mmm..." 

I saw his fingers teasing my nipples. "Oh Master," I mumbled. "my Master owns this." 

The lather continued trailing down my stomach and then my hips. I lifted one leg then the other, making sure that his words coated my flesh. I washed my ankles, my feet, my toes. I felt his hands upon my skin and an electric shock ran through my veins. I hissed at the surprising spark that rocked through my sex. "Oh God. . .Master." 

I removed the grime of the past and replaced it with something new and promising. "my Master owns this."

The cloth pressed against my sex. My breathing became more ragged as I slipped the cloth back and forth over my pussy. "Master." Only the air could hear me. 

The textured material was my Master's hand. He washed away all the impurities that I felt were unclean and in their place he left his mark. "my Master owns this," his words were sure and strong. 

I felt my hips lift and fall with the motion of the cloth moving against my slit. I bit down on my lower lip and remembered his words giving me permission to pleasure myself, to let myself imagine us together. I closed my eyes and saw him with me. My legs fell open and my fingers moved over my sex. "my Master owns this." 

My pussy lips are spread open and my other hand moved down to tease my clit. I pulled gently, then twisted it hard. "my Master owns this " I shuddered with desire. 

I released my clit and moved my fingers further down the spread lips of my pussy. They glide over the sides of my velvet lips. My fingernails scraped the sensitive skin. "my Master owns this " 

The long digits of my hand kept me exposed and I pushed two fingers into my cunt. The hot water was pushed up and out as my fingers filled up the hole that was slick with creamy liquid silk. "my Master owns this " 

My fingers plunged in and out of my sex. I rode my hand, fucked myself with the same desire and passion I knew my Master would fuck me with one day. 

"my Master owns this " 

The water splashed and rolled over the edge of the tub. 

I released my pussy lips, continued fucking myself, but moved my free hand to my breasts. I pulled and twisted my nipples alternating from the right to the left. Over and over I cried out, "my Master owns this." 

I could feel it building inside me. I know I would come for him. I knew my body was wanting it, needing it, hungered for the release I was holding back. 

Quickly I plunged a third finger into my slick pussy and begin fucking myself harder and faster. I cried out his name. I screamed out my pleasure. "my Master owns me "

Come flowed hot from my sex and coated my hand. I felt as if I am one with him. The feeling so wonderful that words can not describe it. I do not know them. I can't possibly explain to him what I felt as his words, his mark, his being captured mine and placed it within his embrace.

"Oh Master." 

The tidal wave of emotions rolled through me. "You own me." 

I let the waves of heat capture my soul and I savored the feelings that ran rampart in my being. Eventually, I rose from the tub, pulled the plug and started a shower to wash away the soap and the come. Once more I caressed myself and gave my body to my Master.

I shuddered again as my whisper filled the room, "my Master owns me." 



The Assignment



Setting herself before her desk at work, she quickly nibbled at a salad and randomly decided to check her email. In truth, the decision was not so random as she had hoped to hear from him, but she knew he was generally only available in the evenings and she had no real hope of finding a message there waiting from him. Her eyes widened as she looked to her inbox and realized that she did indeed have a pleasant surprise waiting for her. Failing to even look where she was setting her fork, she tossed it aside on the desk in the nearby vicinity of where her salad was and wiped her hands quickly by smacking them together as she turned her whole body to face the monitor.

Her heart raced as she waited for the page to load that would share his latest thoughts with her and as she read the first two paragraphs, her cheeks grew rosy when she realized that his message to her was none too shy and moreover that the things he expressed to her stirred something in her that made her wild with desire. Rarely working in the satellite office, she was uncertain of her boss's usual habits and grew slightly nervous that her boss might come out of the office and find her with a guilty look on her face... but she couldn't resist and read on despite her fears of being caught.

As the message drew to an end she noted that his story was left unfinished and she felt slightly disappointed but moreso intrigued to hear the rest of the narrative. She was also surprised and taken aback that she was given an assignment and her heart raced at the way she was instructed to please him. Her heart was also racing out of the fear she felt about making herself more vulnerable to him than perhaps she was ready for. She closed down the screen when she was done reading and stared back at her salad, thinking that she should finish her lunch quickly and get back to her deadline, but she couldn't concentrate in the least on the tasks that lay ahead. 

She cleaned up her desk and went to the bathroom under the auspices that she was going to wash her hands, but snuck away clandestinely to see if the hotness she felt in her cheeks would have been visible to anyone that might have seen her - only to find that indeed her round cheeks were a deep crimson and that even her neck and chest were blotchy as her desire was coarsing through her. Splashing a bit of cold water on her face, she patted herself down with some paper towel and walked back slowly to the office, peeking her head in to her boss's office first with a farce of a question with the real intent on assessing whether or not the executive would be getting up from that desk anytime soon. Assured that her director was deep into something, she went back to her desk and opened her email once more, reading his message twice over again, then leaning back in her soft chair and letting out a slow but audible exhale.

Her mind raced with ideas of how to complete her assignment. She searched her memory for any clues as to what he might find the most enjoyable, the most intriguing, the most desirable, but came to realize that he had not communicated very much on any of those matters as of yet. Or had he? He'd once made comment on a similar topic about something he found aesthetically pleasing, but she debated on how best to apply that small clue to the execution of her new assignment. She quickly printed up the email and tucked it away into her leather case, let out one final exhale then forced herself to get back to her work for the next two hours until she could finish up the project and escape the office.

Once she was finally able to find herself alone, she reached back into the leather case and reread the missive from him one last time while she sat in the parking lot trying to determine what to do with her evening. A few moments elapsed before a quirk of a smile danced on her lips and she drove to her favorite boutique intent on doing something she had been envisioning for a couple of years that she thought he would be impressed by and that would also meet the criteria of his assignment. 

She spent several hours sifting through the racks and weaving in and out of fitting rooms until she was finally excited about several pairs of panties that mixed and matched with two gorgeous bras that she had had her eye on for some time. The first bra was deep red with two full cups to frame and support her lovely round breasts, with thick red satin straps and two diamond brocades at the base of each strap, and a gentle red netting that twisted at the cleavage, similar to some of the evening gown dresses she had frequently seen and loved on the big screen. The second bra was almost too small for her bosom and the black velvet cups embroidered with white flowers nearly made her breasts spill out, but it was too perfect of a match for the lacy black panties that she adored, so she took the plunge and justified its purchase, too. She also picked up a small emerald negligee with black lace that outlined the entire babydoll form and as she purchased the items, she began to feel a bit silly as she would likely not have occasion to actually wear them for anyone in the near future.

As she walked briskly back to her car, she began to wonder whether the assignment was too risky for her and whether or not she was foolish for even considering it. She had been seriously endangered by others in the past and now as her life was growing more and more successful, she had a great deal more to lose if she made a poor decision. She also wondered about him and her thoughts couldn't help but race back to what his face would look like when he was presented with the completed assignment. She closed her eyes and imagined his smile, his nod, perhaps the praising words that would escape his lips. She even laughed lightly at herself when she began to envision that he might touch and please himself while looking at the assignment, while imagining her there beside him for him to touch and enjoy as he wanted. She laughed in nervousness because she was often too shy to admit that she was turned on by the thought of another masturbating while thinking or looking at her - that she could be so desirable that it brought a man to pleasure without her even needing to touching him.

She barely knew him... but she was so torn by her desire to make him happy, to make him smile, to make him cum, and to give him something memorable. The compulsion to please him drew her up the stairs where she set the bag on her bed and began sorting the lingerie, trying to decide which to model in the privacy of her own bedroom and practice different poses with for him. She took her hair down from the bun, her thick locks now twisted into a graceful wave from having been wound tightly back the entire day and she tossled her hair a bit, making it fuller and cascading down around her face. She practiced some poses as her mane covered most of her face, other poses included looking up and looking down, turning to the side so that he could see her shapely breasts and the profile of her face, still other poses included her huddled or kneeling and she blushed once more as she secretly pretended he was off in a corner out of sight of her mirror watching her practice for him. She carried on like this for nearly two hours until she was finally pleased with several ideas for pictures that she would take of herself, to reveal herself to him for the first time... 



The Assignment



I knew when because she had told me, I knew where because she had told me. What she didn't know was that I was going to take advantage of her willing share of information and surprise her. Char and I had engaged in a bit of flirtation for quite some time now and our adventures had become more and more intricate. I would instruct her on what I wanted her to do and she would take it from there, embellishing in only the wonderful ways she knew how too. This weekend however would be a little different, that I knew for sure.

It was Saturday and I had given Char her instructions the day before, little did she know that I'd given them from her hometown's library. I had watched her house all Saturday afternoon, knowing she would have to go out shopping for the late additions I had requested that she use. Sure enough, right around three she pulled out of her driveway and I made my way closer to the house. She was a trusting soul, the back door wasn't locked and I let myself in. 

Walking through the house I marveled at her taste in things. The home was beautiful just as she was and I made my way through the kitchen, into the living room and then up the stairs looking for the master bedroom. The bed was a four poster one and I smiled thinking about all the times I'd lain in my own bed fantasizing about her being staked out and ready for my pleasure. Her dresser drawer was full of lingerie and once again I couldn't help but smile as I found piece after piece of items that she had described as she wore them at my urging. 

Now, where would she keep her toys? I checked the closet but no luck there. I know, under the bed. Sure enough there was a box which I slid out and opened to find all sorts of fun items that she had purchased at my orders. There were ben wa balls, a rubber ball gag, tape, vibrators and such and I knew that come tonight I'd be able to see them in action, first hand. I had brought my own bag, which I put in the closet and set up my vantage point that I'd use to wait. 

A couple of hours later I heard the sound of footsteps and from inside the closet I watched as Char walked in and placed her bags on the floor and then went into the bathroom. The sound of water running soon followed and she came back out into the bedroom and began to undress. Her shoes, jeans and then top came off and I took full advantage of my voyeuristic position enjoying seeing her in only her lacy bra and panties. Those unfortunately she waited until she'd gone back into the bathroom to remove and then I heard her get into the bath. 

Waiting a few minutes I quietly opened the closet and crept toward the entranceway to the bathroom. I could see the flicker of lit candles and as I edged closer I could see Char in the tub, her eyes closed as she relaxed, the steam rising from the heat of the water. She lay motionless for a minute or two as I watched in the opening between the open door and the frame itself. I saw her lips open slightly and then moments later her body rise from the water slightly to see one of her hands playing with her nipples. You'll have to pay for that my dear. I remember expressly forbidding you to pleasure yourself before that night. 

As I watched Char's hand began to pull, twist and tug at her already quite hard nipples, the other hand must have been between her legs underwater judging by the way her face was reacting. A sharp intake of breath and her orgasm hit her, the water lapping at the sides of the tub. Her mouth was wide open, her back arched almost out of the tub and I could see her fingers, as they rubbed frantically at her clit. Mentally, I put down another black mark and smiled thinking about payback time. 

Back in the closet I shut the door and it wasn't long before she came walking out, robed from her bath. She sat down at her dressing table and began her transformation into the "slut", the assignment I had given her for this evening. From my vantage point I really couldn't see her, the table was not in a position conducive to spying from where I sat. Finally, she stood up from the chair, walked over to the bed and dropped her robe. I had to place my hand over my mouth to keep the gasp from escaping; she was even more beautiful than I dared dream. Her hair was wild, her makeup heavy, her breasts were lush; her nipples hard and inviting while her mons pubis had grown back from where I had told her to shave it just a month ago. Another smile and another punishment to be handed down. 

She lay down on the bed and I watched in wonder as she took a mirror and lipstick and turned her lips into almost a blood like color. Slightly confused, I didn't comprehend why she had done that while putting on her other makeup until she reached the mirror down and painted the lips to her pussy the identical color. I smiled thinking you are quite the little "slut" aren't you my dear? Her nipples were next and she smiled the whole time she rubbed the bright color onto her sensitive skin. Putting the two items down, she reached down and pulled up the sacks she had brought in and began to unpack them. 

The black spandex peasant blouse fit her like a second skin, her nipples threatening to poke out of the stretchy material. It snapped at the crotch and I noticed how she took her time settling it into place until finally she got it closed. A new pair of black lace thigh high stockings were next as she smoothed them into place and then a short black skirt showing off her legs to their best advantage. Long dangling earrings and a black velvet ribbon fastened into a choker and tied around her neck was last, or at least so I thought. It was then I realized with a bit of fright that she didn't have heels on and she was moving towards the closet to find them. 

Panic set in and I didn't know if I was far enough back that she wouldn't be able to see me but I watched as she stopped with her hand outstretched to open the door only to shrug her shoulders as if saying he'll never know. I let out a huge sigh while at the same moment reveling in her disobedience. The toys came out from under the bed and she laid them out neatly, one by one as she planned her evenings decadence. Once everything was in place, she reached back into her bag and pulled out the compact disc I had instructed her to buy. It was the music from the film, 9 ½ weeks and as it began to play the first track "I Do What I Have To Do To Have You" I was assured that the sound would drown out any movements I would have to make. 

With everything now in place she picked up the roll of black tape and began to bind her ankles as I had requested. I had changed things a bit telling her I wanted her to experience things slowly so nothing else was to be tied at this time. She placed the ball gag in her mouth and tightened the buckle in the back, pulling her hair out and smoothing it. Then the blindfold and finally she laid down on her bed with her feet at the top and her hands at the bottom outstretched as I had asked so that they went through the bars of the bed and stuck out on the other side. I opened the door to the closet and crept out, the music muffling any sounds. 

The handcuffs had been ready from earlier that afternoon and as I looked down at the beautiful woman lying on the bed and smiled broadly as I brought the cuffs down and quickly closed them around her wrists. As the song played going, "Are you happy now that you fantasize" I knew I had just interrupted her fantasy as her body leaped off the bed and her wrists banged against the bars. Her head turned frantically from side to side and I loved every moment of it as she opened her mouth to scream, only a muffled sound coming forth. 

I sat down on the side of the bed and turned the volume down on the CD player until it was just background music. Her chest heaved with the realization that there was someone else in the room and since she had heard the sound of my voice before I made sure to speak with a rather thick southern accent so that I could carry of the Charade for quite some time. My hand traced from where the cuffs held her securely down her arms and then onto her chest where I let it trail over one of her nipples. She jumped as if she'd been bitten and it brought forth yet another smile. 

"You've been putting on quite a show for me these past few weekends haven't you?" Her head turned toward the sound of my voice but the blindfold was securely in place, she couldn't see a thing. "I wouldn't leave that window open if I were you, especially when you're doing things like this. You don't know just who might take that as an open invitation to something as sweet and juicy as you are. Why, they find you all laid out like this, helpless and everything, who knows what they might do" and with that I let my hand slip from her breast down to between her legs. 

She stiffened doing her best to keep my prying fingers from finding their mark but I just leaned down and said, "I know this is what you like. Like I said, I've been watching from the very first time and I don't think you're really in any position to stop me. You've laid all these neat gadgets out so nice for me and I've even brought along a few of my own. We're gonna party all night honey cause I know you don't invite anyone over on Saturday nights, do you?" She once again looked up at the direction of my voice and slowly shook her head no, her legs relaxing slightly. 

My fingers slipped in between her lipstick laden lips and found a pool of cum waiting. "Why, you really do like being all tied up. I bet you've just been waiting for somebody to find you like this, haven't you?" Her head shook violently from side to side, her muffled answer drowned out by the gag in her mouth. "Now, I don't want you thinking you haven't done a good job here trussing yourself all up but I like to see things a little differently." With that I opened my knife and as I leaned down to undo her ankles I said, "This here knife's really sharp so I wouldn't make any sudden moves if I was you." 

Char had told me many times of her fantasy of being dominated and I wanted to bring that true for her. I knew in order to make it happen I had to convince her both physically and mentally so I wanted her put in the most stringent bondage she'd ever been in. The knife shredded the tape but I quickly grabbed one of her ankles and began wrapping more tape around it. I then took the ankle and bending her leg at the knee placed it against the back of her thigh and taped the two together. The other ankle and thigh soon followed and then I went to my bag and pulled out a length of chain. 

I looped the chain under the bed and around her legs spreading them apart as far as they would go and then locking them down with a padlock attached to the chain. Taking two clothespins I peeled back her hot pink pussy lips and pinned them to each side. The scream that would have escaped if it hadn't been for the gag and the way she tried to move only to find herself immobile from the chains told me that I had begun the process to take her to where she had never dared go alone. I watched her as the pain began to subside into a dull ache and saw her clit now open, beating almost as fast as her heart. 

"My, that is one sweet pussy you got there. Look at them juices flow. Girl, you just gotta have this don't you?" You knew better to deny it, the proof was there for anyone to see. Your head bobbed up and down in agreement as I began to flick at your clit with my finger, teasing you, torturing you. Your handcuffed hands kept banging against the bed as you writhed with the madness, so close, so very close. I watched as your clit enlarged, knowing that was the first sign of your orgasm and quickly pulled my fingers away. The chains kept your legs apart so you could not apply friction and the feelings began to slowly wane, much to from what I could tell your consternation. 

I watched as you tried desperately to recapture the wave but helpless as you were, you were not able to. The moans and groans from your mouth almost sounded like a plea for me to put you out of your misery, to take you over the edge but I wasn't ready for that yet. "I'm sorry baby, I just think you need some more stimulation." With that I laid down between her legs and began to lick gently at first and then rougher against the pinned walls, coming closer and closer to her clit with each flick of the tongue, agonizingly close but never touching it. I looked up and saw the tears of frustration coming from under the blindfold; the madness was taking hold. 

I had positioned the two clamps on each side of her so that I could reach them even while continuing to tease the helpless woman. Picking them up in each hand I opened each and positioned them over her rock hard nipples. Once the clamps were in place I knew she would be off on a journey like never before and I wanted to help her on the way. Stopping, I counted to five and watched as she slowly tried to regain her composure. I let the clamps snap shut and buried my face in her pussy, my tongue grabbing onto her clit and began to suck directly on it. Her back came flying off the mattress and if not for the chains holding her in place she would have thrown me like a rag doll. 

Spittle flew from the gag, her screams barely muffled now as the unexpected pain and delicious pleasure I was giving her all mingled into one uncontrollable feeling. My face was being bathed with stream after stream of delicious cum, her orgasms rolling one into the next, never stopping, never allowing her a moments rest. I hoped in her world of enforced darkness, unable to speak or resist she was finding that heaven and hell, that very fine line did exist. I know that for me, I was becoming drunk from the nectar that continued flow from this amazing creature. Slowly, ever so slowly she finally began to return to me, I felt her body begin to relax and I let my pace begin to finally lag. 

I reached down and unzipped my jeans, freeing my hardened member. Moving up between her chained thighs I positioned myself at her gate and began to slide up and down. Knowing that she would need the impetus, the combination of pain/pleasure again, I quickly removed both clothespins and as the blood began to rush back into her labia I rammed my cock home. Once again she was off, her mind having given up control and her body simply a vessel for her insatiable lust. I meanwhile was not far behind, the evenings proceedings being what they were I was now as lost in the moment as she was. 

Her body convulsed in her crescendo and that was all I could take. I screamed with an animal like fervor and begin to spurt stream after stream of hot sticky cum into her as our pleasure mixed as one. I continued to thrust in and out, my desire running rampant until finally I collapsed in a sweat soaked pile next to her. As I lay there trying to catch my breath I could see her still tremble, shaking with the final dregs of her own desire. 

I waited until she had calmed down enough to think that she might be able to comprehend my words before saying, "Did I not instruct you to wear heels this evening my slut?" Her head turned slowly and I lifted the blindfold so that she might see my blue eyes dance. Focusing slowly, she saw who it was and she nodded yes. "Well then, I do believe that will call for punishment, don't you agree?" Once again, a nod but this time her eyes were beginning to shine and with that I said, "By the way, I do hope you haven't made any plans for the rest of the weekend. I believe you're going to be quite tied up." 

THE END



The Assignment



Author's note — I'd like to thank Poizon69 for his help. Comments and feedbacks are welcome. 

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"I need a change." Elisa said to herself looking into her mirror. She firmly decided she wouldn't go to her office any more. She was bored with her work, even more with her boss, and decided she would look around for another job. Getting a job was not easy, she knew, but Elisa had always been a hardcore optimist. If her room mate, Jessica, could survive doing all kinds of odds jobs — why couldn't she?

Elisa called her boss, and informed him that she was quitting. Her boss could say nothing, as Elisa hung up the phone, she saw Jessica staring at her quizzically. 

"What will you do now? Have you got another job?" She asked

"No, can you please help me to get something? I'll do any odd jobs just like you." 

"It'll be difficult for you to do what I do, unless you are an exhibitionist," she said smiling.

Elisa had no idea what Jessica was talking about and stared at her. 

Jessica said, "You don't understand, do you? Tell me will you be able to undress in front of me right now?"

Elisa was stunned. "What on earth are you talking about? Why should I do that? 

Jessica laughed and said, "I knew you wouldn't be able to do it."

Jessica raised her nightie over her head, slipped out of it in a single fluid movement, and was standing in front of Elisa wearing only black lace panties. Jessica proceeded to pull down those too; all the while she was looking at the blushing Elisa. Elisa was acutely embarrassed to be standing there and yet couldn't move away from the naked woman. She was feeling peculiar and could not take her eyes off of Jessica's body, which was indeed very beautiful.

Jessica fondled her breasts, and said, "If you don't have any hassles about showing off, tell me. I do nude modelling and it pays."

Elisa had not known that Jessica was a nude model. Even though they had been sharing a room for the past few months, Elisa had never asked exactly what her room mate did for a living. She always thought Jessica did odd jobs and had never imagined that Jessica showed off her body for a profession.

"There's nothing wrong in it." Jessica said, and without bothering to pick up her discarded clothes, she went into the bathroom. "Think, think," She said, "This is a paying profession and you can have plenty of fun too." 

Elisa looked at Jessica's clothes lying on the floor. She couldn't help but admire Jessica's panache and total confidence in her looks, even without a stitch on. She picked up Jessica's clothes and put them on a chair and was on her way to her room when Jessica came out of the bathroom. She had taken a shower and had come out without towelling herself. Water dripped from her hair on the tips of the upward pointing nipples on her full breasts. Her tanned body was absolutely hairless except the thin black pubic hair line.

Jessica smiled at Elisa and asked, "Why are you staring at me like you are?" 

Elisa forced a smile and said, "You are really beautiful." 

Jessica laughed, "I know. That's what everyone tells me." Jessica went into her room and shouted from there, "What will you do sitting at home? Would you like to go out with me?" 

Elisa knew staying at home all alone would make her feel depressed and she made up her mind, "Yes, I'd love to come with you."

Elisa did admit that going out with Jessica was fun. Jessica had plenty of friends and acquaintances, each of them very different, and Elisa, after some initial problems, relaxed with them. Jessica took her to a good restaurant in the central part of the city, where these people were sitting and chatting. Jessica knew everyone there. She took Elisa to a table where two girls were sitting, sipping beer. Both girls looked at Elisa, and Jessica introduced her to them. Both of them were models, and did assignments for anything that paid. 

"We even do porn — soft core," they said proudly

Elisa was shocked as both of them looked quite normal. However, judging by their clothes, Elisa realized that both of them were quite wealthy. The frailer looking, slightly green-eyed girl was called Natasha and the other one was Emma; she asked Elisa what she would like to drink. Elisa was not a regular drinker and was a bit hesitant to order drinks, so Jessica suggested her to have a beer. 

Elisa was also worried because she didn't had much money with her, but Jessica assured her, "Usually none of the girls here pay. Someone or other will settle our bills." And Jessica was right. A few minutes later, a guy with longish hair joined them at their table. He was a model himself; quite good looking in a conventional sense, but there was a bland look on his face, which made him quite uninteresting to Elisa. 

But the man, who was called Neil, took an immediate fancy to Elisa and said, "Who is this nice looking girl sitting here? I've never seen her before."

Jessica introduced her to Neil and he said, "Are you into modelling?" when Elisa said no, he said, "What a pity, girls with such good looks should be modelling." 

Elisa thought Neil was being polite, probably because he didn't want Elisa to feel the odd one out sitting with such glamorous models. But Neil insisted that he sincerely meant Elisa was beautiful

He said, "First, you have a lovely face. Second, you have small breasts and your thin, tender body makes you very, very sexy. What is your breast size?" Elisa was embarrassed. She saw the other girls smiling. 

"Neil, why are you trying to give her a shock?" Jessica demanded.

Neil looked into Elisa's eyes and said, "Come on, you don't have to answer if you don't want to.

Very soon all the other girls, including, Jessica, moved to other tables and Elisa was sitting only with Neil, sipping beer. Elisa was feeling quite light headed and though she did not like Neil much because of his bland, unintelligent face, she found him quite an easy talker. Neil was insisting that Elisa should do some modelling and said that if she was interested — he could help her.

"I know somebody who is painting a masterpiece. He will be painting a woman, sitting nude on a white horse. He wants to capture the mood of the woman when the horse is running very fast, he wants an erotic model," Neil explained. 

Elisa laughed, "I can't stand nude in front of someone. Exhibitionism is not for me." 

"Why? The painter is an old fellow; I think he must be in late fifties. He will never touch you with his hands. He is very, very professional." 

"Even then, I don't think I'll be able to do it." 

Neil claimed that after one got over the initial inhibition, shedding clothes was fun. "It's all a matter of habit, you know. Everyone has a streak of exhibitionism in him or her."

Later that evening, Neil dropped her home. He waved her good-bye at the doorstep and winked, "I'm not coming inside as I believe you shouldn't do anything on the first day. Otherwise I would have liked to come in to see how you look without your clothes." 

Elisa laughed, "I wouldn't like to show my body to you." 

Neil smiled, "That's fine, but if you want to model for that famous painter, tell me. He is looking for someone like you."

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Elisa was standing in front or her bedroom mirror and was so engrossed in looking at herself that she didn't hear the click of the lock she saw Jessica when she was standing in front of her bedroom door, smiling at her.

"Practicing exhibitionism, eh?" she asked. 

Elisa blushed and began to put on her clothes hurriedly.

"What are you ashamed of? You look beautiful." Jessica stepped into Elisa's room, touched her breasts and kissed her on her cheeks. She put a hand on Elisa's hips. "You really have a very good figure. People would die to be slim like you." Then she looked at Elisa's hairy legs and said, "What you need to do is — maintain your body."

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That was the night when Elisa gained confidence in her body. Jessica used a small machine to remove all the unwanted hair from Elisa's body and she felt like silk. Jessica insisted she wanted to shave Elisa's pubic hairs too, which she reluctantly accepted. Later they took a bath together and decided not to put on any clothes. Both drank wine, dined together and stared at each other's bodies. Jessica surprised Elisa by giving her a passionate kiss. 

She wasn't a bi or a lesbian, Elisa looked too tempting to resist. Jessica made love with her tongue and reached every part of Elisa's body. Elisa thought she was dreaming, or an affect of wine she drank. And when Jessica touched her nether lips with her tongue — Elisa could take no more she had a wonderful orgasm. 

Next day Neil called early in the morning. Jessica was already gone. Elisa was dreaming the experience she had the previous night and when Neil asked how she was, she said, "You know, thinking about it, I don't mind modelling for that old painter, can you fix up an appointment for me?"

Neil said that he would and called again in the afternoon saying that an appointment has been fixed for the next morning and gave her the artist's address.

The artist's studio was not far away and within half-an-hour she was knocking on the door to the studio. The artist himself opened the door and as if he had known Elisa for a long time, smiled and said, "Come on in."

The artist was very impressive to look at. He had a golden with some white, unruly beard, a little shorter than Santa Claus; he wore a long white shirt and blue jeans. Elisa noticed that he was not wearing any kind of footwear and his enormous feet were quite ugly compared to the delicate features of his face.

"Yes, I'll be painting the horse and you. You know, I have a problem in visualizing how a woman, sitting on a violently moving horse, looks like. That's why I need a model. I'll pay you $1000 if you are okay for the job. But the job is not as easy as you think. You have to give me many sittings for hours together until my visualization is complete."

$1000? Of course, Elisa thought. Neil had said that the artist was a famous one; he probably got a large amount of money for each painting. 

"Do you have any previous experience in modelling?" The artist asked

"No, I don't have any experience in modelling, this is my first time." Elisa replied honestly, 

"That's good, I wanted a fresh model. The professionals pose very professionally, which is not good for the paintings I plan on doing in this series."

Then he took a real hard look at Elisa and said, "You have a lovely face. You look good with clothes on. I would like to see how you look without them."

Elisa was embarrassed to undress in front of the artist, even though he seemed quite old and harmless, she hesitated for a few moments. 

"Don't worry about undressing. There is nothing in it. I've seen plenty of girls like you and you will soon get used to it,"

The artist's smile somehow reassured Elisa, and she took off her t-shirt and the jeans. She was only in her bra and panties, and was standing in front of the artist, who looked at her clinically and said, "Go ahead. Remove those small things too."

Elisa unhooked her bra, pulled down her panty and stood absolutely naked. The artist frowned and said, "Fine." 

Elisa was almost on the verge of tears. She always knew she lacked the kind of figure that's required for modelling and there was no way she could get the magical so called 'hourglass' figure that Jessica had. 

The artist was still frowning and said, "Didn't anyone tell you that you shouldn't wear undergarments before a modelling session? A photographer would have thrown you out of the studio. Just look at the ugly elastic marks on your breasts and hips."

Elisa looked down and saw the marks on her body and remembered that she had often seen Jessica going out without wearing a bra under her clothes and had always thought that it had something to do with feminist activism.

Elisa wanted to say sorry, but before she could say something the artist said, "Remember not to wear any undergarments whenever you come to me. No tight jeans either. You have wasted my time. Wait for half-an-hour before all these marks get away, then we'll start today's session."

Elisa looked up at the artist's face. She was feeling grateful and he said. "By the way, you have a great figure. Most of them are so fat and are bloody obsessed with big boobs, huge ass and they think they look sexy. Ha!

Elisa felt like crying. Here was a famous artist, saying that she had a great figure. And right from her childhood Elisa had always thought that she was ugly and vastly inferior to all the beautiful women around her.

The artist finished arranging his painting tools, and looked at Elisa. "I must tell you what we are going to do before we start working on the project. I'm doing an erotic painting of an innocent girl riding nude on a horse."

He pointed to the wooden horse and said, "This is the one which you'll have to ride. Do you have any riding experience?"

"No sir."

"No problem. You ride this wooden horse, saddle yourself properly and then this horse will start moving. It will move like a real horse. I want to see how erotic you look on it."

Elisa knew from her psychology lessons in college that a horse was always associated with male sexuality, but wondered whether there was really anything erotic in riding a horse. This wooden horse looked quite dead. 

The artist, for the first time, touched Elisa when he helped her ride the horse, which was actually quite enormous. She settled on the seat on the horse, put her legs in the saddle and held the rein. The seat was quite comfortable, made of fur or something, but there was a peculiarity to the design of the seat. Whichever way Elisa adjusted herself, there was a small protrusion which directly touched the sensitive part of her body. Her legs had to be kept apart and Elisa could do nothing about the seat. It was not hurting. Nevertheless, she felt odd.

Elisa did not know how to pose erotic and the artist also didn't tell her anything about it. He said, "Can we start now?" Elisa nodded.

The horse was set in motion. It was vibrating slowly and Elisa suddenly felt she was riding a real horse. She felt as if she was on horseback, strolling around in a field. She clung to the horse tightly as a fall from the horse would really hurt. 

But the queer design of the seat was creating a problem. The movement of the horse was sending frissons of vibration through her body, which was pleasurable and she could feel the excitement building up. It was somewhat like Jessica caressing her with the tip of her tongue. 

"Oh god," she said to herself, "I must keep my cool." 

The artist smiled at her and asked, "Any problem?" 

Elisa shook her head and the artist said, "Hold on tight, the speed will increase slowly."

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The horse was now moving uncontrollably and Elisa could no longer hide her feelings. She held back her head and parted her nether lips and with every brush of the seat against her she moaned. Elisa pressed hard against the seat and realized that she had never been aroused to this extent. 

The artist was looking at her intensely he stopped the horse, and said, "Great emotions."

He set the horse to move again. This time Elisa also moved her pelvis with the motion of the horse and without any inhibition started moaning. She leaned forward so that her breasts touched the horse's body. She held on tightly, completely oblivious of the presence of the artist, who was looking at her intensely.

This time the movement of the horse was more vigorous and Elisa found herself enjoying each movement. Again a crescendo was building up and she feared that the artist might make the horse stop. The horse didn't stop this time and moved on and on till Elisa could feel her body fluid oozing out. Her body was trembling and Elisa's moans soon became shrill screams and finally she came like an explosion. She didn't know when the horse finally stopped. She could only remember that the artist tenderly brought her down from the horse's back, almost dragged her to the bathroom to pour water over her body and then fetched a chair from somewhere for her to sit on. Elisa was exhausted and did not say a word.

The artist kissed her on her cheeks and said, "You are great. I almost thought you wouldn't be able to take this." 

Elisa dressed, picked up her handbag and before she left, the artist gave her a crisp one hundred dollar bill. "Here's the money for today's session. We'll need another few days of modelling. Come day after tomorrow in the morning."

Elisa couldn't remember how she got back home. She was in a trance when she undressed, took a bath and collapsed on her bed without putting on any clothes. She dreamt of running nude on a beach with a huge white horse and a strongly built young man with a golden flowing beard. She dreamt of undressing the man and looking at his large organ, which was as big as the horse's. She was sleeping, yet in her dreams she could feel her body fluids flowing down her thighs. She was aroused in her dreams and wanted to ride the horse.

The next morning Elisa had her breakfast in bed, saw Jessica getting ready and going out. She took a quick bath and called up Neil. 

"Hi Elisa! How was the session?" Neil asked her excitedly 

"It went off very well. I wanted to thank you for getting me this assignment."

"Pleasure, you sound so enthusiastic. You must have liked your job." 

Elisa said that she did like her modelling assignment and was actually looking forward to working with the artist for the next few days.

"Can we go out tonight?" 

"Neil, I'm too tired. We'll meet after I finish my assignment, which will be about a week."

Jessica came home late at night with a boyfriend and Elisa could hear them making love in the next room. Elisa was disinterested and was thinking about the horse, which she would ride again the next day.

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Elisa was very excited throughout the night, and had very little sleep and woke up early in the morning. She took a bath, had a light breakfast and was getting ready to go to the artist. She wore a white cotton top, red skirt, and put a thin layer of makeup on her face. As advised by the artist, she didn't wear any underwear.

Elisa took a taxi to the studio and on her way she was getting wet just thinking about the horse. When she reached the studio she was half-aroused, dying to ride the horse. For some reason, the artist was in a bad mood that day. He looked at Elisa and told her, almost rudely, to get ready for the session

"Remove all your bloody clothes and ride the horse."

Elisa unbuttoned her top and then slipped out of the red skirt. The artist looked at her tight body and then, without a warning, slid his hand between Elisa's thighs.

"The horse is too sexy, eh? You are already wet," then pointing at the horse he said, "You soiled that beautiful seat cover last time. Don't do it again." 

Elisa didn't know how not to do that as once she was on the horse she had little control over her body. She looked pleadingly at the artist and he said. "If you do, I'll deduct the price of the seat from your payment."

Elisa tried to remove the moistness from her pubic area before she rode the horse, but soon forgot about everything.

The roller-coaster ride on the horse followed the same routine, but today the artist wouldn't let her cum. Every time she came to the point of experiencing an orgasm the horse would stop, leaving her frustrated. She was so aroused that she was rubbing herself vigorously against the seat.

The artist was looking at her intensely and for the first time, he stroked a few outlines on the canvas. He looked at the rough sketch, seemed quite satisfied and then took pity on Elisa and made the horse move again. Elisa was so aroused that she came again and again. The artist gave her the payment and Elisa went home.




The Assignment



For the entire week, while the modelling session continued, Elisa was in a trance. She didn't know what she was doing, what she was eating. She almost always dreamt of the horse, even when she was wide-awake. She was even absent minded when Neil came one day, kissed her and took her to bed.

Elisa cried when the assignment was over. The artist had given her more money than she was promised and did not deduct anything for spoiling the seat. Elisa married Neil within a few months and within a year she was one of the world's most famous models.

The artist made a series of paintings called "The horse and the nude." The paintings were erotic and sold the world over.

Elisa never took up an assignment with an artist again. She was quite content with photographers who took less time for assignments and paid well. Elisa never told anyone that she started her modelling career with the world-famous artist. She wanted to keep this secret only to herself and for a long time in her life she used to be aroused in her dreams when she saw herself riding a white horse on a sea beach with a very strong young man with a flowing golden beard looking at her intensely.



The Assignment



"Damn that Ms Walters. Only two weeks left until we graduate, and she has to assign frigging homework."

"Don't sweat it Stacie. I have an idea which will blow the little gray haired lady's mind."

"Uh oh Jenny. I don't like the way that sounds. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, the assignment was to write a short story, embellishing something that we knew first hand about. What if we both wrote erotic stories and turned them in? Wouldn't that freak out old lady Walters?"

"Are you insane!? The only experience I've ever had is giving Roger a hand job while we frenched, and you told me that when David screwed you that it lasted about 45 seconds. That hardly makes us experts, able to write an erotic story."

Immediately, there was a pause, and I could see by Jenny's wrinkled forehead that she was working on an alternative plan.

Suddenly her eyes brightened, and with a huge smile exclaimed, "I've got it! We can write about a lesbian affair."

Shocked, my mouth fell open and I whispered, fearful that someone was listening in, "Have you lost your ever loving mind? You have got to be kidding. Neither one of us are lesbians, and I've never even kissed a girl, unless you count my mother, aunt or sister."

"That's the beauty of it Stace. We're both 18 year old 'ravishing' beauties, capable of experience lust as young lesbians, and get an 'A' on the assignment."

I had know Jenny since we were both 6 years old, so I knew she was capable of crazy ideas, but this was the most insane one yet.

Over the years, Jen and I had attended PE classes together, and it was impossible not to notice her beautiful naked body in the shower, along with those of my other classmates, laughing and giggling as they soaped their firm asses and breasts.

If I felt any strange stirrings of lust in my body, I just chalked them up to curiosity, checking out the competition. Now Jen was suggesting that we go further and actually experiment as....lesbians. The idea made me feel filthy naughty, but after more coaxing, I caved in as always and agreed to give it a shot.

"Okay Jen; I'll do it, but we have to agree that if either one of us finds that it is getting too creepy, we stop and call it all off.

Jen smiled and grabbed my arm, leading me to her car and adding, "Agreed Stacey."

Once inside her car, we peeled out of the school parking lot, a little too fast, as I continued to feel apprehension. with my thoughts racing a mile a minute.

Jen explained earlier that her parents and sister were going away for the weekend, so she pulled into the driveway and we both got out. I stood frozen by the car door, looking at the large house, ready to turn me into an amoral slut.

Jen looked over the top of the car at me and said "Come on Stace; it will be okay."

I must have been in the Davis house a thousand times in the past, but never felt the anxiety that I was feeling as we entered now.

We hit the big kitchen for milk and Oreos, which had become a tradition over the years. This time however I couldn't help stare at Jen's body from head to toe as I watched her grab the pack of cookies and glasses and milk.

I had to admit that even as a 100% hetero young teen that my best friend for 12 years did have a beautiful face and body.

Jen had kicked off her sandals and pranced around the kitchen in her bare feet, toenails painted in a hot passion pink.

Her jet black hair was pulled back into a sexy bouncing ponytail that ended in the center of her back. 

The short tight shorts she wore clung to her round firm ass, and her bronzed shapely legs, slightly muscular from years of soccer, supported the rest of her 5'7" 120 pound frame perfectly.

Jenny's 36B breasts were also magnificent. I knew her breast size because we were constantly referred to as mirror images of each other, except I had blond hair. My breasts were also 36B and we constantly traded clothes.

Jen told me to grab the cookies and she grabbed the filled glasses and we went to sit on the couch in the living room.

We each grabbed a cookie and a drink and began to eat, sitting uncomfortably close to each other and staring into one another's face.

Jen finished eating first, and said "You have a little chocolate in the corner of your mouth."

I started to raise my napkin, and she startled me by saying, "Wait; let me try to get it off for you."

Slowly she moved forward and stuck out her tongue, which caused me to panic and shriek "What are you doing?!"

Jen moved back and with an exasperated huff said "I'm trying to help us gain some experience. Now calm down and relax."

She moved in again to my tensed face with my eyes scrunched closed, and gently began to lick the corner of my mouth.

After about 20 seconds of gently licking, she pulled back with a smile leaving me with a slight tingle in my pussy. Then she polished off the remainder of her milk, leaving a milk mustache on her top lip and saying "Okay Stace; now you clean me up."

"My God Jen! I don't think I can do this."

"Of course you can Stace. It's for the good of Langley High School Creative Writing class. Now take a deep breath, think like a lesbian and start cleaning."

Slowly I moved in and took a tentative lick. Her skin was soft, and her warm breath hit my lips as I cleaned the milk, and tasted her strawberry lip gloss. I was becoming lost in the moment when Jen drew back and said "I think I'm clean now."

That produced a nervous giggle out of me, and an embarrassed "Right... Sorry."

"Don't apologize Stace. That was a cool start to break the ice. Now let's go in my parents bedroom to explore a little more."

Jen took my hand and we moved down the long hall into the huge master bedroom, with the king-size bed.

On one wall was a full length mirror, and Jen stepped in front of it, pulling me along to face her.

"Ready to try a kiss Blondie?"

"This is soooooo wrong Jen, but I guess I'm ready."

Jen had her fingers locked around the back of my neck, and I joined the embrace with my arms around her back, not knowing what to expect when our lips slowly came together. I had kissed six different boys up to that point, but none of them kissed like Jen did.

She was full of tenderness and warmth, and as I peeked at the reflection in the mirror, I felt more and more turned on by her beautiful body, as her eyes remained closed and she kissed me more deeply.

She left no part of my lips untouched with her gentle exploring tongue, then slowly I moved the tip of my tongue between her full moist lips and into her warm mouth.

The beautiful brunette teen began to suck on my curious tongue, sucking and sucking, in and out, producing whimpers of pleasure from my throat. I was losing more and more control and could feel the stirring and wetness in my panties.

I didn't want the kiss to ever end, but knew that if it didn't, my legs would turn to mush and I would pass out. Both of us continued to kiss and then broke our embrace, resting our heads on each other's shoulder, both gasping for breath.

Jenny moved back, still holding my arms and with a smile on her face exclaimed, "That was incredible."

"I agree Jen. So.....what do we do now?"

"Well the kiss was great Stace, but I don't think it really qualifies us to write a lesbian love story. Are you up for undressing each other in front of the mirror, and just seeing what happens from there?"

I was scared to death from the feelings Jenny had already been able to extract from me, but I just had to see if they could be reproduced, so I agreed.

Jen smiled and slowly moved in, grabbing the bottom of the short sun dress I was wearing and slowly pulled it up, over my head. She tossed it casually on the corner of the bed, so I stood before her in wet lace panties and matching bra.

"Damn, you look HOT Stace! Now do me."

Nervously I took the bottom of Jen's T-shirt and lifted it over her head exposing her beautiful round breasts, held by her her sheer green bra.

I had to kneel to slowly move her tight shorts down over her tanned firm thighs and calves, and was now just inches from her tiny wet panties.

I had seen Jenny's luxurious bush in the showers at school, but the few hairs peeking out from the sides of her panties combined with the aroused scent of her made my heart beat faster.

I rose to stand and we embraced once again and stood cheek to cheek looking at our reflections in the mirror.

Slowly we turned back to each other and with smiles on both of our faces, simultaneously moved in for another kiss.

What started out as slow and gentle, quickly became hungry and demanding. Our tongues wrestled with a passion I had never known as our teeth nibbled and bit each other in unbridled hunger.

When I felt Jen unclasp my bra, I no longer cared that another woman was bringing me to such heights, and as my body continued to fall under her spell, she let my bra fall to my feet.

My fingers trembled from excitement instead of anxiety that I previously felt, but I managed to unclasp Jenny's bra and let it also fall to the floor.

I wanted to feast my eyes further on this beautiful young woman, so I moved my hungering mouth over her chin, and down her throat, stopping at her ripe round breast.

I took the taut pink nipple greedily into my mouth and suck, as I moved my hands to the waistband of her panties and slid them down her beautiful legs.

When they dropped to her feet and she stepped out of them, I did something totally disgusting, but I couldn't help myself; I drew the panties up to my nose and inhaled her fragrance as I continued to suck on her breast. Her aroma was incredible.

"You're making me so HOT Stace! Let me see you totally naked."

Jen bent down to remove my panties, and before she returned, she gave me several light kisses and soft licks to my blond muff. It was an experience I had never known before, not even with a boy.

I was in a daze when Jenny stood again, and with that same beautiful smile, she took my hand and led me to the huge bed.

I had no will left to say 'no' as she gently lay me back fully on the bed.

Gently she kissed me once again. Her hands began to massage and explore my breasts as she licked and bit my ear and whispered how beautiful I was.

Slowly the raven haired teen moved her fingers down over my taut stomach, then lower, doing a gentle dance around my blond curls.

I was unable to close my legs, no matter how much my mind was shrieking that lesbianism is just wrong. I no longer cared.

Jenny made long sensuous strokes, up and down the crack of my pussy as she alternated between each of my rock hard nipples.

When she inserted an index finger slightly into my hot moist love box, I shrieked with startled ecstasy.

She thrust in and out repeatedly as she continued to suck on each nipple, almost to the point of pain.

My ass was writhing up to meet her wonderful fingers as my whole body spasmed around the bed, and finally I could take no more, and came with a gusher for the first time in the hands of another person...who happened to be a gorgeous young woman.

I had never experienced something so mind blowing in my life. Slowly my spasms ceased, and my chaotic breathing returned to normal.

Jenny moved up and lay beside me once again and placed gentle kisses on my cheek as she whispered, "Can we try one more thing Stace?"

I smiled and said "We may both rot in Hell for what we're doing, but right now, you can do anything you want with me."

I had no idea what Jenny had in mind, but it was true; at that point I had never experienced such bliss, and didn't care the slightest if I was becoming a lesbian.

Jen slowly knelt and moved toward my feet, placing more kisses and love bites all over my upper body, down my stomach and in and out of my navel.

When she reached the top of my blond snatch with her lips, she took her left leg and slowly moved it over me, so her beautiful ass and pussy were a mere foot from my face.

I had never in my life seen a woman's sex so close, or been able to see her moist lips glisten, and the newness was overwhelming, but the scent of my lover was awesome and intoxicating.

I just had to smell this beautiful teen once more, so I doubled a pillow under my head and I was now a mere 3 inches from her hot wet pussy and ass.

Jenny's spread legs allowed me to view the pink puckered opening of her ass, which turned me on beyond belief, and though I felt so ashamed, I slowly moved my nose forward to try and take in her most personal nasty scent. God it was wonderful! Combine that with the scent of her pussy and my head was spinning with lust.

Over and over I shyly sniffed both of her openings, then I felt the tip of Jen's tongue electrify my entire body as she licked up and down my slit and inexperienced pussy.

It felt incredible as she probed with her wonderful tongue, instinctively knowing how to please a woman.

I knew it was bad enough to kiss and smell another woman, but a part of me wanted to taster her also, but I didn't know if I had the guts to try it.

Jenny continued to lick and send me higher and higher and when she gently sucked in my clit, my whole body tensed as I screamed out in pleasure.

That is when I knew I had to taste my best friend, and try to show her at least a tenth of the sheer ecstasy she was showing me.

Not knowing really how to proceed, I moved in slowly and gave slow gentle licks up and down her pussy lips. The taste was incredible and I moved my tongue a little deeper past the dark black curls and slightly into her pink moist opening.

I was encouraged by hearing her moans of pleasure, so I continued to explore with my inexperienced tongue.

Still not convinced that I knew what I was doing, I decided to take a chance, and made my tongue as hard and long as possible, then thrust it deeply into her warm delicious cunt.

This caused Jen to cry out and thrust her pussy hard and fast, fucking my tongue for all she was worth.

Both of us now had death grips on each other's body as we licked and sucked and drank each other's warm delicious juices.

Over and over we plunged our tongues into each other's snatch, as our young naked bodies slammed together in lust and sweat. The actions became a blur as the scent of hot pussy filled the air and finally neither of us could take anymore as we cried out and came simultaneously.

Jenny cam crashing down on my face with her ass and pussy, as her beautiful face lay totally spent between my open legs.

Slowly she moved up to me with a lazy smile and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, adding. "That was the most earth shattering orgasm any woman has ever received."

The rest of the weekend we shared a wonderful shower, had friendly naked wrestling matches... always ending in sex, and even though I hate to admit it since it is so disgusting, enjoyed a wonderful delicious mutual rim job.

Neither of us had the guts to turn in a lesbian story, but we did manage to learn more and more about the ways to please a woman before we graduated and headed off to different universities.

I don't think either one of us will give up chasing after big juicy cocks, but I did learn that summer how incredible a beautiful woman could taste.

The End