2 comments/ 38940 views/ 3 favorites The Capture of Sweet Pussy By: SirStroker88 Part One God how he loved this. Her naked ass faced him; proffered high in the air. “Wiggle it for me Sweet Pussy” he cooed as he brought his riding crop smartly across a bare ass cheek. Face pressed against the carpet she could barely hear her own sobs as she jumped then wiggled in total humiliation.. ”Yes master”. “Thank you master”, she cried; knowing what real pain would follow if she failed to respond properly. “More!! Sweet Pussy…faster this time”. He brought the crop down again. “Owwwwww, Yes Master, Thank you master” she choked out while putting a real effort into shaking her rear as quickly as she could. “This may go on all night Sweet Pussy; I’m having a great time, are you having a good time?” Pam squeaked out a “Yes Master “ in total submission. Her capitulation was complete. He owned her, he knew it and to his great delight he knew that…she knew it! One month earlier: Pam had walked into his office with the arrogance of a spoiled little brat. She was assigned to Sid as a trainee for her first few weeks as an intern. Because she was a Yale graduate with an MBA from MIT and because she was clearly being groomed by senior management for great things in the company she felt any time she spent with a mid-level manager like Sid was a waste of her time. After all, at 26 she was probably already making more money than Sid. But, a job is a job and she was willing to pay her dues, as long as she was free to show her contempt for those she considered her lesser. “Sid”, she said “Let me be honest with you, I don’t care squat about inventory management and I do not intend to spend my time learning a job a monkey could do. “Since the senior level Bozos chose to stick me here for two weeks I suggest we make it as painless as possible for both of us. “I’ll show up in the morning and for all your little staff meetings and I’ll even tell the VP’s what a great job you’re doing when this is all over, but for the most part; I don’t expect to be spending much time around this department or you. Can you get behind me on this Sid?” She glared at him with the assurance of someone who was accustomed to getting his or her way. Sid could not believe his luck. “What a little bitch”, he thought. A bit on the tall side for his taste and a tad thin, but good solid looking breasts and a lovely rounded ass. He loved round asses. “Uhhhh, Ms. Martini, as boring as this assignment may appear to you, there are things to learn here that you would do well to learn early in your career. “My job for the next two weeks is to shoot you full of inventory management protocol and that, young lady is what I intend to do.” If looks could kill, Sid would have been struck dead where he sat. However, Pam replied with a terse “Fine Just fine!” and stormed out of his office. Sid had a reputation for being a fair, honest and effective manager of people. He had passed up several promotions and most folks felt that now in his early fifties, he would probably retire as an AVP in his beloved inventory unit. What they didn’t know was that Sid over the years had turned his department into his personal Venus flytrap. More than one young lady trainee had been cycled through his department for inventory training only to end up wiggling ass in his face and begging to be fucked. Problem was, most of them were fairly nice kids and having bit of a warm heart he usually let them go before long. Pam on the other hand…. ahhhh yes…quite the bitch. He might hold onto her for a while. Sid had lived the Dom life for more than 20 years and you just can’t work with so many women that long without learning something about what make them tick. He found some were simple to bend and mold, others had to be cracked. The consistent element that delivered so many of them into his traps was there own weaknesses. Find the weakness and you own the woman. Clearly Pam had issues; Sid lounged in his office reading her personnel file. He knew there was a font of information in personnel files. Usually enough to know a person better than they knew themselves. If you knew what to look for. He found she was an only child. OK probably a little spoiled from early on. She showed a real aptitude for mathematics. OK not something that would make her popular with boys. A straight “A” students; she probably took a lot of shit from her classmates. She belonged to lots of clubs, Chess, Debate, German, Math, Computer Science and held office in all of them. She even ran for Class President but was only elected Vice President. Sid was sure that pissed her right off. Without doubt , she needed to be in control and in charge. Sid could smell his openings. Proud and power hungry. Either would be enough to work with but her file was rich with material. Males wrote all of her recommendations from college. They were all a little too good. She had learned how to get what she wanted from men. That round ass was probably put to some undergraduate and graduate use. Her first few job appraisals repeated the male pattern but her female superiors used phrases like”. Pam will need to improve people skills as her responsibilities grow” “She must learn to develop a comfort level with her fellow employees” Obviously a leader but not yet a strong team member” and the best comment of all. ”Relentlessly seeks perfection in everything that she does or that reflects upon her” “Vanity!!!”, That would be perfect. Their training sessions at work started out slow and tense. Pam did not like Sid and she was not above making that clear to him with every opportunity that presented itself. She was bright and not above letting him know that either. Sid on the other hand led her to believe he was only interested in making sure she got a good foundation in inventory management. She soon learned that Sid would tolerate a fairly high level of disrespect aimed at Senior Management. She grew accustomed to calling Sid’s superior “Fat Ass” and ‘though she was being mentored by Rick Johnston the CEO himself, she had no qualms about calling him the “CE Asshole”. This went on for just under two weeks when Sid decided he could take the next step in his plan. “Well Sid, this is my last day with you and the dummies of inventory world”. Pam sat down and handed Sid her sign off form. “Pam, it’s been such fun, I’m inclined to ask you to stay with us a bit longer.” Pam looked at him like you might look at someone who said something so absurd that you had to think a second to assure yourself that it had been said. “Ummmm, that’s not going to happen Sid”, she chuckled. “Just sign the form and let me get the fuck outta here.” Sid just stared at her….relishing the moment. In a few minutes Pam life would take a turn she could not have imagined yesterday. “Pam, I want you to listen to something.” Sid turned in his chair and turned on the stereo behind his desk. Pam’s eyes widened as she heard her voice clearly come out of the speakers…”Sid I don’t care what the fuck Rick said; if he had half a brain, and I know for a fact that he doesn’t, he wouldn’t waste my time down her with the rest of you idiots….”. A pause and then; “….well if our CE Asshole had any balls this company would be leading our field instead of dragging along behind our competition. We’re not going anywhere until he’s gone!!” Another pause, followed by yet another foul mouth statement directed at the people who had done so much to help Pam along with her career. Sid had accumulated in just under two weeks about 30 full minutes of Pam ranting and running down just about every powerful person in the company. When he turned off the stereo after a few minutes her silence was deafening. “Pam, Pam, Pam…. tell me honestly, have you ever heard such clarity?” “I tell you, the quality of miniature microphones has improved so much in the past few years that you could put one right on someone’s desk or in their phone and they wouldn’t even notice it.” Pam looked like a deer caught in headlights and Sid was loving it. Now was the time to exploit her weaknesses…her pride, her vanity, her ego. So she said a few (really) stupid and hateful things about her employer, so what? That would not be the end of her life, her career or her world. However, to her; to Ms. Perfect to Ms.Smart to Ms. I’m better than all of you assholes; well, this was a very big deal indeed. She would be humiliated. To Pam, humiliation was not an option. That would be her downfall. Sid knew he needed to keep her overwhelmed and confused. He did not want that mind of hers to kick in. Pam had to be forced to make an emotional decision. Either from anger or from fear. “OK Pam, here’s the scoop; you haven’t heard all that I’ve got and I’ve got a great deal more. I even have the telephone conversations you had with this rich Ivy League Matt guy, your fiancé….and by the way does he know about Ted…you know Ted, the guy at your apartment building who you let fuck you like a pig while you make Matt wait for you like the perfect gentleman, phone sex….gotta love it huh? “And all this time I thought you were at your desk actually working.” Pam’s shoulders dropped, as did her jaw as did any fight she may have had. Good, no anger, just resignation. Sid preferred not to fight with his captives. “Pam it appears you actually don’t know what to say and that has to be a first for you.” “ Pick up your jaw and listen. “There are lots of copies of those tapes and if I do not stop them from being mailed today, your worst fears will come true”.” I do not want that to happen. “Here’s what I want to happen and I hope you can help me with it. “I’m not a rapist or a freak but I am a bit of a voyeur” “I like to watch women get off. Since we know you’re not a virgin, and since Ted and I know you’re not shy, do you suppose you could let me just watch you play with yourself a few times?” He could see her resistance rising…..so gently he said, “I promise I will not touch you and after two weeks I’ll let you go on about your life as if we never met.” “You just let me sit here and watch you frig yourself until I come. “No big deal.” Pam’s head was still spinning from too much life changing information. “Just masturbate in front of you?…When?” The trap was closing; she was negotiating. She was starting to believe she was controlling the situation. Sid said, “I want you to call Rick and tell him that you’re getting a lot out of this training and ask him if you can stay another two weeks. That will be ten days. Each morning, you come in here show me your pussy and frig yourself until I come. Ten Times Ten Days and you get your old life back. No strings. But I have to come.” “I don’t want you to touch me understand and I don’t want to see your fucking prick, keep it under the desk.” Pam spat her conditions at him. “I won’t say a word” Sid replied…”you’ll hardly know I’m here. Monday morning then at 7am beautiful?” Sid couldn’t help but flash a wide smile. “Asshole!!” was all he heard from Pam as she stormed out of his office. The deal was struck and Pam had just closed the trap on herself. Sid sat in his chair on Monday morning and watched the most pitiful sexual performance he had ever witnessed in his life. It was almost funny. Pam had walked into his office dressed like someone’s grandmother. She plopped down, hoisted her skirt, reached into her panties and began to fondle herself. “Whoa, wait a second ….I’ve been made more exited by looking at men’s silk underwear….the deal is I come or no deal and I assure you that I’m not going to cum with that kind of performance.” Pam shot Sid a look of pure hate before she pulled down her panties, licked her middle finger and began making little circles with it around her clit. “The sooner you come the sooner I’ll probably come.” Sid offered. Pam raised her feet off the floor and started a nice rocking motion. Sid grinned and popped his cock out under the desk and started a complimentary stroke. He knew she would fake it and he knew he’d let her get away with it for now. So when she shuddered and stiffened, he didn’t laugh he just imagined the future and shot his load into his waiting hand. “You’re fucking disgusting” Pam growled and walked out. This went on for ten days but each day Sid convinced Pam she would have to try to be a little sexier if she expected him to come faster the next time. Pam rising to the challenge…took control and started to come in without panties; later she would turn around so her ass faced Sid and use a vibrator, in general she began to act like a woman who actually enjoyed sex. Sid even suspected that at least once she might have honestly gotten off. Amazing. Once again Sid sat eye to eye with a defiant Pam Martini. This Monday morning the two weeks were up. Ms. Martini just wanted Sid to sign her out of there and to leave his office forever. “Here’s my sheet, just sign it and we’re done”. She snapped. “I’d love to Pam, he said taking the form from her hand,” Problem is I don’t think you want me to.” “Don’t fuck with me Sid, a deal is a deal and I did my part….sign the fucking form.” “Still thinks she’s in control.” Sid mussed. He sighed and said as if speaking to a five year old. “Pam, deals can be renegotiated and they often are….take a look at this.” Sid turned his computer monitor to face Pam and when she focused on the image she felt like someone had just punched her in her stomach. There she was, shaking her ass, fingering herself, working a dildo and making love to the camera. “Can you spell SECURITY CAMERA Yaley?” Sid wasn’t in any of the films but there were 10 sessions of Pam working herself into a froth. She had no idea of what to do or say at this point. “Once again…we find ourselves in negotiations huh Pam? “This time ‘though, you do not have a fucking thing to negotiate with, you will do exactly as I say, when I say or this video and your audio tapes will find their way to places you do not want them to be. I bet Matt’s mother would love a copy…. I know Matt would. Mr. Johnston, our CE Asshole, would probably not find you promo table material after a few glimpses, what do you think?” “Well buck up, here’s the good news, you are out of here!!!” Sid signed the form with a flourish and handed it to her.” “I don’t shit where I eat.” You have a great future here at this company and I intend to reap the benefits of your future right along with you. Some day you’ll be at least a Senior VP and you will be MY Senior VP cunt, understand?” Sid placed a note in Pam’s hand. It said: Read this aloud as you memorize it then eat it. “My name is now Sweet Pussy. SirStroker88 owns me. His address is 2005 Switchback Road, Ashville, NC. I will report to him there tonight at 7:00PM for my first lessons in how to please him.” Tears rolled down Pam’s cheeks as she chewed on the note. Sid looked at her approvingly and smiled. “Sublime” he thought “ absolutely fucking sublime.” The Capture of Sweet Pussy Ch. 02 The Capture of Pam Sweet Pussy Ch. 02: Early Lessons Sid opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. “It must be Wednesday,” he thought. He couldn’t tell from the munching on his cock . The feel of a cotton cheerleader sweater on his knees told him the day of the week. Wednesdays are Pam Sweet Pussy’s cheerleader mornings. Pam was not only his fuck-toy but she was a pretty good calendar/alarm clock too. He reached under the sheets; grabbed her ears and wiggled them back and forth. This was her signal to start sucking him in earnest. He was awake now and wanted to get hard so she could climb up and ride him; he only had an hour or so before work. The result was like flicking a switch on. Pam Sweet Pussy immediately took his cock into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down comically fast. Sweet Pussy’s low tolerance for pain made her a sometimes overly enthusiastic fuck-toy. Sid would have laughed if it didn’t feel so good. After a few minutes he commanded, “Let’s hear that cheer now Yaley.” “Yes Master," Sweet Pussy replied as she scampered up his body; spread her legs and inserted his cock into her pussy. She was soaking! “Yeah…she just hates this right?” Sid mussed. He looked up at his creation. Sweet Pussy wore her Yale Cheerleader Sweater about two sizes too small for her and a pair of dark horn rimmed glasses. Framed by her straight long hair she looked like one of her nightmares, a bimbo college cheerleader. Her alma mater would be so proud. “Let’s go Sweet Pussy, I want to see that big Y on your sweater dance.” With a look of anguish Sweet Pussy began to slowly rock up and down on his cock; then she began her cheer: “2-4-6-8 Fuck me master, fuck me master.” ”2-4-6-8 Fuck me master, fuck me master.” “2-4-6-8 Fuck me master, fuck me master.” Slowly at first she ground and gyrated her pussy into Sid’s crotch then increasingly faster. “2-4-6-8 Fuck me master, fuck me master.” Sid pulled the sweater over her head and grabbed hold of her tits to spur her on. At that point she really didn’t need any help. Almost lost in the pulsing of her cunt, Sweet Pussy had turned into a portrait of concentration. Long ago she admitted to herself that these sessions with Sid were not just the most humiliating experiences she had ever had but that they were also the very best fucks of her life. She shifted into her high gear now, sweating, groaning, grinding and sobbing as she cheered. “2-4-6-8 Fuck me master, fuck me master!!!!” “2-4-6-8 Fuck me master, fuck me master!!!!” Without warning her jaw dropped and her frame went ridged . “EEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhh,” blew out of her mouth. Grabbing her hair and snapping her neck back Sid pulled her head down to lock his eyes with her. “Whose fuck toy are you bitch?" “Whose fuck toy are you?” he shouted. Bucking and rocking he shot himself hard and deep into her orgasm pulses. A hoarse exhausted Pam Sweet Pussy would have collapses onto his chest if he had not held her up by her hair. Breathless she gasped, ”I am Pam Sweet Pussy, Sid’s fuck toy.” ”I …am….. Pam …..Sweet….. Pussy, Sid’s….. fuck toy." Her hair released, Pam Sweet Pussy fell into Sid’s chest. She held him as tightly as she could while the shivers of her racking orgasm subsided. She was content. She was disgusted with herself. She was becoming well owned. One Month earlier: As far as Sid was concerned Pam Sweet Pussy’s first session was going well. A blackmailed Ivy League business bitch; it had been almost too easy to let her compromise herself at the office into a totally untenable situation. Her arrival at his house this evening as ordered was testament to her willingness to do almost anything to prevent him from releasing her dirty little tapes to management. Pam stood now with her hands tethered to a whipping post. She thought it was ridiculous. She was willing to fuck Sid a few times to get him off her back; and thought this tie-up crap was just part of his little game. “What’s with this cuff shit," she thought. "Oh well, it’s not like I haven’t been tied up before.” She was attached to one of Sid’s most favored devices. The post while fixed to the floor could be adjusted in height from 6” to 4 feet and had a swiveling metal top. When a captive was chained at the 4 foot position, as Pam Sweet Pussy was, she could stand showing her ass at a great advantage. Pam tried to save some of her dignity by not letting Sid know how uncertain she was about their meeting. She actually arrived in a business suit of all things. When he cuffed, collared and attached her to the whipping post she still had the look of a defiant, confident aristocrat willing to submit somewhat to the petty needs of a peasant. It wasn’t until Sid approached her with a knife that she showed even a glimmer of uneasiness . Reading her concern Sid said, “Not to worry this knife is not for you it’s for your clothes.” He then proceeded to shred every piece of her clothing off her body in under a minute. Pam’s eyes went wide with shock as she saw her $2000.00 designer suit being turned into rags. “Son of a Bitch!” she spat at him. The slap across her face arrived so quickly the sound of it registered with Pam before the pain; and the pain was substantial. “OOOOOOwwwwww,” she cried, her eyes widening with rage. “Kick off your shoes,” he commanded. His look told her clearly that her best option was to comply. As Pam fumbled to kick off her shoes Sid expertly adjusted the whipping post and slid it down to its lowest level. Pam bent at the waist and was almost pulled over as the cuffs forced her wrists down to the floor. Sid locked the post with an authoritative snap of the hinge. She could move in circles and to some degree up and down. However, both hands were secured 6 inches from the floor. Her ass stuck out like a presentation. Sid was going to give Pam a beating she would remember the rest of her life. He wanted her to have the ability to jump, shout, kick and scream. He wanted her to physically exhaust herself running away from his strikes. She would eventually lie spread full out on the floor too exhausted to do anything but whimper as his blows continued to punish her flesh. This was to be a defining life event for Pam Sweet Pussy. She did not have a clue that she would never be the same. Sid went to the far wall and returned wearing a full face mask and holding a well used riding crop in his hand. “Pam Sweet Pussy this is your first lesson and the start of your slavery to me.” Before Pam’s mind could react to what was about to happen Sid unleashed a torrent of rapid, forceful back and forth strokes across her ass. The effect was extraordinary; her eyes bulged in shock, she drew in her breath so quickly she almost chocked. She had never felt such pain before. She could not believe that this was happening to her. “Owwwwwwwwwwwww," she cried. “ God, stop it stop it!” now she was screaming. Soon the sounds that came out of her were more animal than human. She moved around rapidly in her little circle as expected to escape the blows and Sid chased her faster and faster as she went first in this direction then in the other. “Come on bitch, run," Sid barked as he pounded her. “Run you little cunt.” Pam eventually fell to her knees bucking with every blow. she turned to face Sid hoping to prevent the onslaught on her ass cheeks but Sid showed no hesitation in punishing her tits and her torso with the same ferocity he used on her ass cheeks. Jumping up again she ran and ran, screaming and begging until she was hoarse. When Sid stopped, Pam lie in a heap on the floor sniveling. “What do you want, “What do you want me to do…please don’t beat me anymore.” “I’ll do anything you say.” Pam was pleading. “I want to hear you scream and beg Pam, Sid said in a frighteningly calm voice, “I want to see your ass cherry red, I want to see you jump when I flinch, I want you to understand that I own you.” Sid paused for about 30 seconds, staring down at her and then he began to strike her again. This time she pulled herself into a fetal position and rocked back and forth in agony. Her screams grew so hoarse they began to sound like barking. After a time the blows began to slow. They were now not so much designed to inflict pain as terror. Sid toyed and played with her fear. Hitting in odd spots. First rhythmically then randomly. When she thought her ordeal was over, another strike would tell her it wasn’t. Pam would remember this as the worst part of the lesson. Never knowing if it was over while praying it was. Eventually, Sid knelt down next to the vibrating heap below him and said: “That Pam Sweet Pussy is a taste, just a taste of what I am capable of doing to you. “If you ever think to disobey me remember this beating if you ever think to escape me remember this beating.” “Answer me now, who owns you Pam Sweet Pussy?” “I am Pam Sweet Pussy and I am owned by my master Sid” she whispered. Sid laughed at her eloquence. “Nothing like an ivy league education.” He stepped back, removed his mask and walked over to a video camera in the corner. Pam, too exhausted to move saw his actions from the corner of her eye and groaned. He had recorded this humiliation. She was beginning to think he was right. There may be no escape. She also knew to her core that she would do anything, anything to avoid a beating like that again. “Tomorrow morning you will give me the keys to your apartment and I’ll get you some clothes. You’ll be here a couple of days.” Sid threw a blanket over Pam Sweet Pussy….kissed her gently on the forehead and whispered. “I wouldn’t want my new little toy to catch cold. “Sleep tight.” The Capture of Sweet Pussy Ch. 03 Chapter 3 – Donna's Story 'Damn Sid, you're right, she is a beautiful sight." Donna was looking down at Pam Martini, the bitch she knew from the office. What she saw now was a frightened young lady on all fours wearing nothing but a collar and a blindfold. She was leashed to a whipping post and quietly sobbing to herself. Donna knelt and stroked Pam Sweet Pussy's hair. "Awwww, good girl, good girl," She teased. She turned to look at Sid's reaction as she spoke. "Yes, Sid, she would make the perfect little puppy dog for me." Hearing that remark sent shivers through Pam. She did not know exactly what Donna meant but she knew a puppy dog reference couldn't be a good thing. "Now, now Sweet Pussy, you'll be fine. I would never hurt a little puppy dog, unless of course," Donna raised her hand and brought it down hard on Pam's ass cheek. Smack!! Pam jumped inhaling rapidly through her nose. "Unless of course she was a disobedient or a bad little doggie. You're not going to be a bad little doggie are you?" Pam shook her head back and forth rapidly answering "No Mistress" "Boy, Sid has done a lot of work on her," Donna thought. She smiled as she unhitched Pam's tether and dragged her into the center of the room. Sid was already comfortably sitting in his easy chair with his pants down around his knees. It was always fun to watch Donna work. She had more imagination than most people he knew in the lifestyle. Donna could reduce hard-core subs to blobs of jelly and he had seen her do it. Pam Sweet Pussy was in for the ride of her life. He could hardly wait to see the show. Donna whispered something in Pam Sweet Pussy's ear. Sid couldn't hear it but he saw the effect. Donna jerked Pam's collar and commanded, "Up girl up." Pam Sweet Pussy lifted her arms off the floor. She knelt upright with forearms up and hands limp at the wrist; much like a canine in a dog show. Her mouth open, tongue hanging out, Donna already had her panting. "GOOD GIRL!! Are we a happy doggie? Wag that cute little tail for me," Donna turned and winked at Sid. Pam gave her ass a little wiggle but clearly not enough; Donna delivered a stinging swipe to her ass. "OOOOOOwwwwwwwwwww" cried Pam. "Wiggle that tail of yours and show Sid how happy you are or I'll whip you 'til you bleed." Pam then shook her ass so rapidly her whole body was in motion. Sid would have sworn he heard her ass cheeks slapping together. Again Donna brought her lips close to Pam's ears and whispered. Pam's lower lip trembled as she anticipated the next command. "Beg girl, beg!" Donna ordered. The girl hesitated. Donna didn't, she brutally yanked Pam's leash tight and rained down a barrage of stinging slaps on the poor girls cherry red rear. "I said Beg... Beg!" She ordered. Without hesitation this time Pam knelt up, threw back her head and let out a continuous stream of barks, "Arf arf arf arf." "Now howl like the bitch you are." Donna's chuckling voice was like a slap of humiliation. Pam too frightened not to comply, released a small sigh before she sang out, "OOOOwwwwwwwooooooo OOOOwwwwwwwwoooooooo." Donna took advantage of that moment to wet a finger and shove it into Pam's pussy. Not daring to stop Pam kept up her howling as Donna furiously frigged her cunt without letup. The effect was electric. Pam was so overwhelmed with sensations she began to furiously gyrate and grind herself into Donna's hand. Her body was reacting to the onslaughts and it was loving them. She could not deny that she didn't want Donna to stop working her pussy. "She's soaking Sid, she is fucking soaking!! "Ever see such a bitch in heat?" Donna pulled back her hand and Pam moaned her disappointment. It was several seconds before she could stop shaking. Donna put her sticky hand in Pam's mouth and said "Lick it up little doggie, lick up your cunt juice." Next Donna reached for what she called her doggie strap-on.It was a huge black rubber cock that she often used to bring her 'bottoms' to tears. She wrapped it tightly around her upper thigh with Velcro so that it stood straight up when she sat. Then, dragging a sweaty, horny Pam Sweet Pussy behind her; Donna sat on the chair next to Sid and extended her leg. "Hmm I think my little doggie is in serious heat." Donna sniffed at the air like a K-9. "Fuck is she right" Pam thought. "I would let anyone or anything fuck me right now." Pam's only focus now was how to sooth the relentless burning in her pussy. Donna shoved her toes up Pam's slit and wiggled them until the girl shuddered and fell forward on all fours facing her tormentor. "Climb up here and hump yourself on my calf like the horny little bitch you are." Donna tugged at the leash. Pam scampered up onto Donna's outstretched calf; squatted and began to hump it; sliding her pussy up and down up and down. Like a male dog dry humping a leg. At first she was motivated by her fear but soon (too soon) she didn't want to stop. The drooping folds of her pussy lips grew moist leaving a glistening track on Donna's calf. With her eyes behind a blindfold it was easy for Pam to forget where she was and what she was doing, she melted into her rhythm and worked for her release. Sid was already pleased with what Donna had done with Sweet Pussy. He pulled out his cock to stroke it with the rhythm of Pam's bouncing. "OOOoooooo...little doggie likes that." Donna piqued. "I've got something really special for my little pet, climb up here and sit on my thigh." Blindly Pam felt her way up the leg until Donna grabbed her by the waist and centered her pussy above the rubber cock. "Here we go bitch" Donna shouted, She slammed Pam's pussy down for the first penetration of what would be a long mind numbing ride. "Bouncy bouncy fuck toy," Donna called as she held Pam's waist and bucked her up and down wildly on her thigh. Sid was amazed Donna's strength; he continued to whack at his own problem. Pam deeply impaled by the huge rubber cock fell forward and put her hands on Donnas shoulders for balance. Grinding and grunting furiously Pam's mind was gone; she was lost in her appetite and all her appetite demanded was more of that rubber cock. "God let her let me come," Pam hoped. Donna was not nearly satisfied with Pam's degree of mortification yet ; she wanted Pam completely broken. Do you love it slut?" she called out. "Yes mistress I love it." Pam was wiggling and twisting on that rubber cock with abandon. "Beg me for it doggie bitch!" Donna yelled. With no hesitation at all, Pam sent out a banshee howl as she felt the first throb of her orgasm advance. "OOOOOwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaa, OOOOwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaa." "Tell me you love me my little doggie fuck toy." Between clenched teeth, Pam cried, "I love you mistress, I love you mistress, I love you mistress, God I love you mistress!!" Donna ripped off Pam's blindfold while simultaneously grabbing hold of the girls bouncing titties. She viciously squeezed the nipples between her thumb and forefinger. The pain was excruciating but adding to the pain was shock. Pam needed just a second to recognize her new and she shrieked "Donna!!?" Donna cried "Bingo bitch!" and quickened her pace while lifting, twisting and stretching Pam's sensitive nipples. Donna was recently denied a promotion at their company because of an evaluation Pam Martini had written. She wrote that Donna was too friendly with the male employees to be an effective manager and generally spread it around the organization that Donna was a bit of a slut. Sid, a long time friend of Donna's couldn't stop the evaluation but he let her see a copy of it. Donna was now having the revenge pay-back fuck of her life. "Who's the slut now bitch?" she slapped mercilessly at Pam's tits. "Owwwwwwwwwwww I am mistress, I'm the slut." Pam cried. "Wanna cum on me dumb cunt?" Donna pulled on Pam's ears and drew their heads close together, "Wanna fuck your mistress?" "Yes mistress, yes mistress, please let me come on you." Pam was thoroughly defeated. "Kiss me dumb cunt and tell me you love me." Sweet Pussy leaned forward to kiss Donna. Donna's tongue shot out and came alive inside Pam's mouth. When she pulled back she spat full in her toy's face. Saliva ran down Pam's cheeks. Pam Sweet Pussy was sobbing in great heaves now as she closed her eyes and churned her cunt into the rubber cock. Donna wrapped a hand around Pam's throat and with the other she began to rhythmically bitch slap Pam's face. "Love it bitch?" she yelled. SMACK "Yes Mistress" "Then fuck me bitch." SMACK "Yes Mistress" Repeatedly Donna slapped and yelled until finally the anguished was seized by an uncontrollable series of body racking spasms that bent her forward like someone was punching her in the stomach. She grunted "UUUhhhhh Uhhhhh" at each convulsion until unexpectedly her spine straightened, her head shot back, and she shrieked "AHHHHHHHeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." At last, she fell forward on Donna upper body and broke down into unrestrained crying. That was all Sid could handle. He jumped up holding his cock like it was a fire hose got behind Donna and shot gobs of cum all over her back. Donna stood letting Pam; tears still rolling down her face, fall hard to the floor. Donna not yet finished, got down and pinned Pam's shoulders to the floor with her knees. She bent over until the tip of her nose was touching Pam's nose and said. "I hope you enjoyed that Pam Sweet Pussy because I have just started with you and you will not be coming again for a very very long long time." Then she spat full in Pam's face. Turning towards Sid, Donna grinned and winked. Smiling and shaking his head Sid thought " You da man Donna, you da man." Two Months earlier: Donna rolled over and nibbled on Sid's ear. "Thank you master, thank you master thank you master. Can we do it again Master? Pleeeeaaassssseee Master, Pleeeeaaassssseee Master" Awakening, Sid chuckled at her sarcasm. Donna was a 'switch' and when she called Sid 'Master' it was just for the current session, if that long. Still, she was his favorite bottom and she new it. "If my little fuck toy will fetch her paddle, I will be happy to toast her ass again." He offered. They were off and on partners for years. As a result theirs was no longer a textbook D/s relationship. They had traveled too far, too long together and over time had come to regard each other with respect as equals. Still...she loved it when Sid would slap her ass around and Sid loved to slap it around for her. Sid top, Donna bottom; that about summed them up. The idea of pairing Donna and Pam Sweet Pussy together stared Sid in the face for months before he was willing to risk the coupling. Aware of the hostility between the two women Sid wasn't sure about his ability to control what could turn into an explosive situation. Pam Martini, AKA Pam Sweet Pussy,the MIT, Ivy League bitch was smart, attractive, young and had everything given to her on a silver platter. Sid had made her his reluctant collar a while back but had not really taken her much further than fuck-toy. Lately, he felt she was beginning to enjoy that role a bit too much. Donna on the other hand was a scrapper. The daughter of a single parent mom, she went to night schools and worked to make every opportunity she ever had. In addition, at 41 she was one great looking mature woman. However, what Sid liked about her most was that she was a true, died in the wool, no compromising, unapologetic slut. She loved sex. She thought about it all the time and when she wasn't thinking about it she was doing it. It was natural for her and Sid to match up via a BDSM personals web site. Donna was a young subbie wannabe who found Sid; an older experienced Dom, just the patient teacher she was looking for. Problem was, he was in North Carolina and she was in Albuquerque. They corresponded for a long time before they decided to meet. When they did; Donna knew she would never go back to Albuquerque. She immediately moved in with Sid, then moved out, then moved back in, she got jobs, she lost jobs, until she finally settled down after Sid got her a decent position at his Corporation. Over the years she had developed into a loyal, if squirrelly, friend, a good employee, and an outstanding session partner. Sid always felt that Donna was playing at being a submissive; playing well, but still, just playing. When he saw her rear her dominant side from time to time; he thought she was magnificent. He suspected she was a latent D and that was the Donna he wanted Pam Sweet Pussy to encounter. So one evening, he finally told Donna about the evaluation the managers had received from Pam about Donna's performance. Pam had thrown a black-ball into Donna's file and cost her a promotion. She was climbing up by keeping Donna down. Sid had known about it for weeks. He found it hard to believe the little bitch was still pulling that kind of shit after what he was putting her through. He was planning his own special treatment for Pam Sweet Pussy but now he decided to turn Donna loose on Pam. When he called Donna into his office one day to show her the evaluation; his friend's response was predictable. She whispered through clenched teeth, "I am going to beat the fuck outta that bitch." Sid restrained her and filled her in on Pam's situation as his captive. A purely evil smile crossed Donna's face when she put the puzzle together. "So when can I have her Sid? When can I have her?" "Problem is," Sid said in a sarcastic drawl... "I have her prepared to meet a really dominant mistress, I'm not interested in a luvy duvy lesbo session, do you know where I can find a strong female 'dominant' to handle her?" Donna raised her eyebrows, "Don't fuck with me Sid, what do you want, do you want me to beg...you know I could take her apart... let me at her!" "I'm just not sure you're up to it subby", Sid teased. "I haven't seen your dominant side in so long I'm not sure I was right about you." "Sid, for this I can be the Queen Goddess Mother of Dominant Mistress Bitches. Let me at her!" Donna's eyes alone were enough to convince Sid that she was right. Still he played his game. "Convince me of that and she's yours." Sid laid down a challenge. Donna paused and thought a moment while staring at her friend. She liked the verbal sparing Sid always pulled her into. She liked Sid. Her eyes lit up as an idea took hold. "OK, here's the deal. Let's get a room at the Reserve Hotel next Friday. You stay in the bedroom closet and I'll go down to the bar and pick up a vanilla. If I can make the guy beg for his mommy before the night is through, Pam is mine. Deal?" Donna smiled. Sid did not quite expect this approach. He thought a moment and responded," O K, I like it, but Donna, no weight lifters, kick boxers or bikers. If I have to pull some asshole off of you, make sure he's a wimp." Donna pursed her lips and blew him a kiss. "Sid, my hero, you so sweet." As she walked away she realized her panties were soaking. She checked her purse for her vibrator then took a quick left towards the ladies room. Friday night was certainly date night at the Reserve Hotel. Sid paused just long enough in the foyer to glimpse Donna on the prowl in the bar. "Some guy is gonna have quite an evening." he thought, as he stepped into the elevator. He could not have been in the closet for more than fifteen minutes (seemed likes hours) when he heard the rattle of keys in the hotel room lock. Then the muffled sounds of a drunken conversation and people fumbling with clothes. Donna could always pull men out of a room at will. She was good. Sid sat back to watch her show. Suddenly, Donna and her pickup crashed into the bedroom and fell on the bed in a shadowy heap. Sid's eyes bulged. The guy was fucking huge. Huge. No doubt, Donna had looked for the biggest guy she could find to take up to the room; just to fuck with Sid. As he focused on the guy, he realized he probably couldn't take him out with a club. Donna was pretty much on her own. Actually, this was one of the things he loved about Donna. Never dull. Never fucking dull. The light snapped on filling the room with light. "Let's get a look at you lover, I want to see what I'm working with here." Donna already naked dove across the bed and reached for the guys belt. He was busy tearing his shirt off. Ripping down his trousers and underpants in one quick swoosh, her mouth went right for his genitals. "Whoa" He sighed as his knees buckled. Just as unexpectedly as she began to suck him she stopped. He was still thrusting before he realized there was no longer a mouth around his cock. He let out an indistinguishable grunt before he said "What's wrong?" "Nothing, lover we have all night and me want to love you long time GI." She flashed her teeth at him. Then she darted back to his cock and swallowed it down to the root. The guy shuddered as she began a rapid deep throat treatment. Without warning, she stopped again. "Hey what's the..." Before he could finish Donna shoved a wet finger up his ass and began to massage his prostate. When his jaw dropped she went back to work on his cock. Which she did expertly. She continued this stop and go blow job anal massage until the guy couldn't stand upright any longer. He fell to the floor on his knees. "Want more lover?" Donna asked. "Yeah," he replied. "Well ask for it," she bent down until her mouth hovered over his cock. He could feel her hot breath. "Suck me!" he barked and tried to grab hold of her head. She dodged his attack, leaned back on the bed opened her legs and started toying with her clit. "Ask nicely lover...ask nicely." The guy shook his head to clear it and said, "Please suck me baby." "Try, please suck me... mistress," Donna stared at him hard letting her tongue roll around and around her wet lips. All the while stroking her clit. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Please suck me...mistress." "Good Boy" she cried, pulling him up on the bed. She soon had him prone with his cock pointing straight up into the air. Her blowjob was an advanced study in cock tease. Sometimes her finger was up his ass as she deep throated him, other times she grabbed him with both hands and frigged him like she was churning butter. Stopping now, starting again. Blowing, sucking, licking. It was the sporadic stop and go that was making him crazy. In a daze he grabbed her and threw her on her back. "Fuck me baby." he snapped. She bounced right up on her knees, grabbed his cock and started to stroke it. "I'll fuck you when I'm ready lover, I'll fuck you so well you will worship me. Ask me nicely to fuck you lover." Her strokes were putting him into a daze again. "Please fuck me...mistress." "Get on your knees and face the headboard lover." she cooed. He was a little delirious at this point. He turned and faced the bedpost without question. Donna wasted no time. She shoved her face deep between his cheeks and stuck her tongue far into his asshole. Her hands reached forward grabbing his cock and she stroked him in rhythm to her tongue pokes. He had never felt such sensations and could no longer rationally process the messages that his body was sending to his mind. His whole world was the pleasure coming from his cock and his ass. He might have objected if he had not abandoned his mind by now, but when she slipped the vibrator into his ass; he just lowered himself onto his forearms and gave Donna better advantage to shove it in and out. Shortly, Donna turned the vibrations on full and pushed it into him to the hilt. He buried his head in the pillows as he let out a howl. She patted him on the ass. "Do not move lover." Donna whispered in his ear..." I'll throw you out of here if you do."