1 comments/ 32480 views/ 10 favorites The Making of Mary Ch. 01 By: Exogenous Until the last three months, his life had been rather mundane and he had wondered if things would always be run-of-the-mill for the rest of his natural days. He had a secure, comfortable life with all the familiar trappings…marriage, mortgage, car payments, etc. He’d been married several years to a nice, uncomplicated woman. But their life was routine and average and he had to admit he was bored. In his restless moments he recalled his life before marriage. It had been vastly different. College days had been busy but fun. At that time he enjoyed a very stimulating relationship with a co-ed. What had started out as sexual experimentation had turned into something hot and torrid and together they discovered the world of BDSM. She had turned out to be a natural submissive and he soon found his niche as a Dom. She was such a willing partner as he practiced various disciplines on her. However, after they graduated he’d become a bit obsessive about it and did not want her to get a job but just stay home and be his slave. She gave it an honest try and was very obedient and satisfying. But she felt she was missing out on life, she had desires and interests that she could not explore beyond serving her Master. After a couple of years she began to feel resentful and she broke off the relationship and moved on with her life. At first he felt angry and betrayed. Had he not provided her with everything she needed? Then his feelings changed to hurt and self-doubt. He had a difficult time dealing with the doubt, a feeling so alien to him. After a few months he met another woman who was a bit reserved and conventional. She was kind and sweet and he enjoyed being with her, but she did not share his interest in BDSM. After they had dated for a year he had grown very fond of her and opted to repress his Dom nature to keep the relationship they had created. Now and then he felt he had merely settled for what he had now. He’d sold out and was not being true to himself. This was very frustrating. He in no way wanted to hurt his wife. Yet his feelings and thoughts were growing turbulent and he had no release. That is, until he became acquainted with a woman in an adult chat room. Over time they just shared bits of daily life, books they enjoyed, music they preferred. One day it suddenly changed when she asked him what his reason was for visiting the chat room. He decided to make things interesting and just be open by answering her with a question, “What are your sexual desires?” He noticed a couple of minutes passed by before her response “I want to learn about BDSM.” A smile crept across his face and he decided to engage her in play, albeit only online. He became her teacher, and she, his enthralled student. They had started out just writing about various ways people practiced BDSM, to what intensities, different fetishes, acceptable types of discipline, and expectations. She had never been sexually dominated, only experiencing conventional intimacy. He knew by her responses and questions that her interest in the BDSM lifestyle was more than mere curiosity. She was gaining an understanding without letting stereotypical impressions negatively influence her perception. He could also discern that she was very aroused by the thought of letting go, allowing a Dom to control her. He had become strangely intrigued by her; he liked her intelligence and openness. Although he’d not seen a picture of her, she was not someone he’d usually be attracted to by the way she described herself, perhaps a little heavier than he liked a sub to be. But there was something about her, just through written word that appealed to him. Thus, he was patient and took his time before he started practicing online domination with her. Of her own volition, she had started writing of things she wanted to feel and experience in such a descriptive fashion it was incentive for him to continue, if only just to enjoy her letters. It seemed as if she were offering her unspoken desires, perhaps inviting him to contribute. It turned him on as he read what she wanted to do and have done to her. He would write scenarios back to her, and soon he had control of what was happening and she would respond to his suggestions or commands and write back to him of how she felt while doing what he wanted. She was not allowed to touch herself unless he gave his permission. When she was granted permission she was always to write to him, in explicit detail, exactly what she did and how she felt. He might tell her to think about a certain act or things being done to her, at specific times of the day or night. He might send her links to specific erotic stories as he began to discover what turned her on; but sometimes he’d make her read things that he knew would disturb her and then make sure she’d truly read them by asking her specific questions. If she was wrong or didn’t know, he’d disappear for a day or more, as her punishment. Sometimes he would not respond to her emails for two or three days, not as punishment but just for the hell of it, to taunt her. By the time he finally wrote back to her, her emails were begging him to answer. At one point, he’d told her he expected her to dress sans panties for work the following day. She was given the option of a dress or pants, either one would work for him. With the dress she’d feel her nakedness as the air caressed her pussy and ass. With pants, she’d feel the back seam ride up between her ass cheeks when she walked and also know anyone behind her could see the outline of her backside; she’d be constantly wanting to pull her pants out of her ass. She balked at this. She wasn’t comfortable doing such things in public. She wrote that she would not embarrass herself at her office. He responded that if she did not obey him he would leave her and not come back again. He was generous and gave her a week from the date of his email to fulfill the command. Then he stopped writing to her. But everyday she wrote to him, pleading with him not to expect this of her. She was mortified to think of going out in public like some cheap slut. Even if no one noticed she had no panties, she would know and feel so self-conscious and completely distracted from work. She feared every time anyone looked at her she’d probably blush, just knowing they could tell. This wasn’t how she perceived BDSM, to her this was just being mean and petty, like some schoolboy seeing how far he could go with a naughty joke. She felt angry at him, but also fearful he really would permanently stop writing with her. This had become almost an addiction for her, their daily missives to each other. Their words had become very explicit and she felt almost as deeply involved with him as if she were in a ”flesh and blood” relationship with him versus a cyber one. Because they had shared other aspects of their lives, such as personal interests, music, books, etc., this had made things more real for her, helped her to relate to him as a person, not just a Dom. She enjoyed his letters and felt a fondness for him, and she always became so anxious when he ignored her. She struggled with wanting to obey him and overcoming her anxiety of being found out. In her mind only nasty women did such things in public. It was different in the privacy of one’s home. There was no chance of being thought badly of when one fulfilled one’s naughty fantasies behind closed doors. What he told her to do, alone in her bedroom, thrilled her as she would imagine him there, watching her, and participating in his use of her. She wrote to him every night asking him not to make her do this. Her heart sank as each night she found no response from him and he would not join her in IM. Finally, she convinced herself that it was such a minor request, to go one day without panties. Why had she fought it? Would her co-workers really notice? And surely it was no worse than some women who wore a thong to avoid panty lines showing beneath pants or skirts that clung to one’s ass. On the night before the deadline she resolved to obey him for fear of never hearing from him again. One week after his command he found her letter of complete submission for him: my Dear Master, The idea of serving a Master has consumed my thoughts these last few months. You have opened up a wondrous, thrilling world that i never knew existed in reality. Today i went to work with no panties on, as You instructed. i wore a dress, very business-like, and just knowing my ass and pussy were naked underneath was very disturbing, yet exciting. i felt so nervous that any wetness from my pussy would show on the back of my dress that I pulled the hemline up so my ass and cunt were pressed against the fabric of the seat of my chair. i could feel the texture against my naked skin, and i liked the way it felt. Thankfully, not many people stopped by my cubicle who might have wondered why my dress was bunched up at my backside, with my legs exposed. Whenever i had to leave my desk i could feel my dress swaying against my naked ass. i was even aware of it brushing against the backs of my thighs. The material of my dress caressed my skin, softly tickling me, and i could feel my pussy become moist. A gentleman with whom i work stopped by my desk to ask me about a contract. He is very nice and loves to give hugs, bear hugs! He gives all the women hugs, and i have even joked with him that he might get into trouble with that. But his hugs seem so platonic that he is in no way offensive. Anyway, he gave me a hug and i was so rigid, worried he could tell i had no panties on. i felt so silly, how could he know? But i felt the length of his body pressed against me, and i’d swear i felt him pull me in tighter, against his groin. i immediately wished he would kiss me and touch my breasts. i felt myself blush, and his eyes just sparkled as he smiled down at me. Did he know? Yes, he did. Because as he released me i felt his hand caress my ass. i was so embarrassed. my face felt as if it was on fire! And he looked at me in such a strange way…he knew. When he left my cubicle i was so relieved but also incredibly aroused. i imagined following him to his office. He would then tell me to close the door and the blinds on his window for privacy. Then he would tell me he knew what a slut i was and wondered if i enjoyed teasing him. i feel so ashamed and try to tell him i’m not a slut but he would interrupt me and demand that i come around the desk. He would pull me down to my knees and tell me to take his swelling cock out of his pants and suck it. i could imagine him grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my face to his crotch. i pictured his cock to be so hard, pressing up in the fabric of his pants. He’s very tall, large hands…i’ll bet his cock is big. i fantasized opening his pants, pulling out his dick and sucking on his long, thick shaft. i envisioned that he would pull me up and push me face down over his desk. As he pulled up my dress he would make the happy discovery that, indeed, i had no panties on. He would caress my thighs and ass. i could feel his hands kneading my flesh, then his fingers teasing my pussy. i sat in my cubicle lusting for him. i imagined his cock poised at the mouth of my pussy, then driving into me! i even grunted right there at my desk, thinking of his cock forcing its way into me! God help me if anyone came into his office! i felt my face flush and quickly glanced around to see if anyone was looking at me. my pussy ached and twitched. i felt so embarrassed, sitting at work, having this sexual fantasy that was so vivid my pussy was dripping. i got up to go to the restroom to compose myself but as i got out of my chair i was horrified to see a sizable wet spot! i felt humiliated by my lack of control over my body. i pulled my sweater down on the seat to hide it. In the restroom i wanted so badly to go into a stall and stroke my hot cunt, ease the tension that had built up. But i just washed my hands in cold water and hurried back to my desk. i couldn’t even make myself look anyone in the eye as i passed folks in the hallway. When i got home this evening i tried to distract myself from what i had felt today. But my thoughts kept on and i wondered about other things. Such as, how it would be if You were hiding under my desk and licking my pussy as i tried to remain calm and do my work. Wondering what would happen if someone saw You there. i can’t believe i’m thinking these things and wishing they would happen! i’m so horny now, i hope to meet you in IM tonight, oh please be there! Please release me to have an orgasm! It’s been over a week and i need it so badly! Please?! After today i realize that i want to give myself to You. i’m shocked at myself for wanting to give in and be controlled by someone else in this way. But what i felt was so thrilling. And i have to admit i was proud that i was able to overcome my anxiety and obey Your command. i am humbled by this admission and ask that you please continue to guide me, to teach me. i am respectfully, willingly Yours, Mary While reading her email he couldn’t help but smile. His cock became hard and he absentmindedly stroked it as he imagined watching her being forced across a desk and fucked by some horny co-worker. But there was another reason he was so turned on by her letter. Until recently, it had all been anonymous. However, one afternoon he’d stopped by a female co-workers cubicle at work to ask a question about a client’s invoice but she wasn’t there. He decided to wait a few moments to see if she’d be right back and spotted her CD book on her desk. It was unzipped, but not open, and he was curious as to what kind of music she listened to so he flipped it open. He went through the sleeves of disks and suddenly found a folded paper towards the back. He opened it to find an erotic poem that looked to be in the middle of being edited as there were a few words crossed out and revised. It was quite sensuous. Then he glanced up at the name plate on the opening to her cubicle and read “Mary Wright”. He almost burst out laughing at the coincidence. Could Mary Wright be the same Mary he was Dominating online? He folded the paper and placed it back exactly as he found it and returned to his own desk to think about this new turn of events. The next night as he was signed on to his PC at home and read her letter, he felt his suspicions had to be correct. Now that he thought of the description his online sub had given of herself and the Mary at his office, she was a perfect match. She was heavy, but had lovely hazel eyes, a pretty smile, softly wavy hair, and very large breasts. What he especially liked was the sound of her voice, soothing yet sensuous. He wondered what she would sound like as she cried out in ecstasy. He signed into IM and found her waiting. “Good evening, pet. I enjoyed your letter.” “Master, thank you so much for signing on tonight! i have missed you! i hope i pleased You.” “you did well. I was beginning to think you would chicken out and not do as you were told. My only problem was that your nasty fantasy was with some other man, not Me. What were you thinking?” “i don’t know. It’s just that he happened to come by and i was so embarrassed that he felt my ass like that. Then my thoughts got carried away! i couldn’t help it. i’m sorry. Please know that i would only do those things for You.” “Well, you’ve proven that you are a slut in the making, if nothing else. If I desired it you will suck any man’s cock or let him fuck your little pussy. But you are My slut and will only do what I want, when I want. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master. i am only here to serve You.” “Good. you have the right attitude. What are you wearing right now?” “Nothing. i am naked for You.” “As is expected. you did fairly well yesterday. however, it took you too long to accomplish it. I don’t appreciate your resistance. your will means nothing. It’s for Me to decide what you want or don’t want. But I’m going to be lenient, since you are still in training. Tonight you may play with yourself, using your biggest vibrator. I want you to thoroughly fuck that poor cunt and tease that clit into submission.” “Oh thank You, Master! You are so kind!” “However, you may not come. This is what you will do. you will put your nipple clamps on tighter than you have worn them before and hold the chain in your mouth so you can pull on it, and pull it hard. Then you will bring yourself as close to orgasm as possible without letting go. I want you to do this over and over, until you are exhausted. I want you to go as many hours as you can, without letting go. you will keep reminding yourself that you are My nasty little slut. I want your pussy sopping wet and aching so badly you might think you will go crazy unless you are relieved. But you will not be relieved. you will be reminded that your focus should be on Me, not some loose prick in your office. Do you understand?” His question remained unanswered for several minutes. “Yes, i understand. But please, i’m begging you to let me come!” “Do you want this to continue? Shall we call the whole thing off? I can find any bitch who will do as she is told without question. Don’t waste my time with your pitiful resistance.” “forgive me, i’m sorry. i will do as You say. i appreciate being allowed to make it up to You for fantasizing about another man.” “you are not making anything up to me. you really deserve to be tied up and whipped. One day that will happen. I’m watching you. Now get busy and go fuck yourself.” The next words on the screen announced he had signed off. She stared at the cryptic statement about watching her. She felt disturbed by that. For a few moments Mary just sat there and stewed in her frustration. She turned off her computer and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. It was only 9:00 but she had no desire to watch TV or read. She felt so disappointed, thinking she’d done so well, but wasn’t good enough for her Master. She went back to her bedroom and pulled her nipple clamps from her jewelry box. She pinched her nipples into erection causing a pleasant tingling in her hardening buds as well as her clit. Then she adjusted the clamps lightly on each nipple. She peeked in the dresser mirror at herself. Each clamp had two ceramic beads dangling, painted with tiny flowers. She thought of them as body jewelry and wondered if her Master would admire how they adorned her breasts. With trembling fingers Mary tightened the clamps and she gasped as the pain lanced through her delicate flesh. But her pussy twitched in excitement; her body’s reactions belied her reluctance at what she was instructed to do. Crawling into bed she brought out her biggest vibrator from under the pillow. It was eight inches long and very thick, realistically shaped like an erect cock. She pulled the clamp chain into her mouth and reached her fingers to her pussy, surprised to find how wet it was. Yet, in her mind, she was not looking forward to teasing and fucking herself without being able to come. It had been so long and she was so desperate to feel the relief of a climax. It didn’t take long for Mary to be whipped up into hot arousal. The head of the pseudo-cock stroked the inside of her pussy as she pumped it in and out. The wet noises from her tight hole sounded as if her cunt was sucking the rubber phallus. She thought of her Master, thrusting into her with great urgency, as if he was about to come inside her. Then she slid the rod up to her clit and turned it on, full speed. She squirmed and rolled her hips, rubbing her hard nub and quickly felt the tension mounting within her womb, her pussy, and her swollen labia. Her juices ran from her cunt down to her anus and were smeared on the inside of her thighs. As soon as she’d jerked up on the chain in her mouth she was sorry and yanked the vibrator away to avoid the climax welling up within her. She forcefully pushed down on her mound with the heel of her hand as if to stuff the orgasm back inside of her. At least, in interrupting it, she managed to stop it altogether. She lay there panting, every nerve was tingling - from the insides of her thighs, along her slit, and up her torso to her breasts. The Making of Mary Ch. 01 Mary moaned loudly and rolled to her side. Once again she brought the vibrator, turned off, to her pussy but from behind. She curved her back so her ass stuck out and slid the vibrator home. Propping one foot high up against the bedpost she held her upper leg apart from her body so she had better access to her clit. Having her upper arm behind her she slowly slid the thick rod in and out. An image flashed in her mind of having both of her hands tied behind her back and her Master fucking her from behind, feeling her ass slap against his groin. She added to that thought, pretending he was the one reaching in front of her and manipulating her engorged nub. She groaned as her cunt was swollen and ached badly. Her breath became ragged, her skin was damp with light perspiration. The juices flowed so freely from her pussy that the vibrator was almost too slippery to hold. Suddenly she clamped her legs tightly together turning the vibrator off but continued to grind it against her clit desperately pushing back the climax trying to overwhelm her. This was not getting any easier. She thought the urge would begin to wane with each try. Instead the intensity continued to increase. Once she caught her breath she rolled onto her stomach with her arms underneath her, hands down by her cunt. Her breasts pressed against the mattress, the metal of the clamps dug into her nipples. She began to hump the thick shaft, lifting her hips up and down, crushing the rod against her flesh. The head was slightly curved and teased the mouth of her pussy as she stroked herself up and down its length. Mary pushed her shoulders down so as to press the clamps deeper into the flesh of her tender nubs. Pain jolted from her tits, spreading from her squashed globes down to her belly. She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut. All the while she continued to glide her slit up and down that phony cock. Then she turned it on again. Her labia quivered and her hard clit twitched. Her juices trickled down her fingers holding the shaft. As the vibrations taunted her to climax she pulled her wet hand to her mouth and sucked her fingers, imagining sucking her own juices from her Master’s cock! Suddenly it was upon her, a rushing crescendo of heat and chaos within her cunt. For a few moments she thought it would be so easy to let go. God! It would be such an exquisite release! After bringing herself to the brink and denying it a couple of times, it thrilled her to think of how powerful an orgasm she could enjoy now. How would her Master ever know? Almost at the point of no return she screamed and began to cry, throwing the vibrating cock to the floor in heated frustration. The throbbing in her pussy was excruciating. She curled into a ball and just hugged herself as she listened to the vibrator buzzing away on the hardwood floor. Its sound taunted her, it was almost evil. After she calmed down she got out of bed and went into her bathroom. Mary took a washcloth and held it under the faucet, soaking it with cold water. She squeezed out the excess water and washed her face. When she looked into the mirror her face was flushed and her eyes burned brightly with tears. She wished her Master were there doing whatever he wanted as she thought it would at least distract her from the dire need to come. When she returned to her room she picked up her torture device from the floor and felt its power resonating in her grip. As she lay down again she spread her legs and jammed it into her slick hole and fucked herself with hard, angry thrusts. She stroked her burning nipples and brought her reverberating tool up to her clit. The swollen nub twitched to immediate attention. Ever so lightly she stroked it for a few minutes. She finally came to a point where she just had to stop because almost as soon as the fake cock had touched her labia her orgasm burned and threatened to spill over and flood her body. Her mind was almost numb as she lay there and cried. Every muscle in her body throbbed, her pulse pounded in her head and as she looked down she could even see her breasts quiver in rhythm to her heartbeat. She was exhausted and frantic all at the same time and would have done anything to be allowed to come. She whimpered and shoved the vibrator back under the pillow. She saw the time was 10:30 and she just could not go on with this self-torture. Knowing there would be much pain, it was with great reluctance that she released first one nipple clamp, then the other, her breath hissing through her teeth turning into a loud cry. She gingerly rubbed the bruised flesh with the tips of her fingers as the blood rushed in and the searing pain threatened to stir up the nerve endings in her cunt once more. Soon she curled up in a fetal position on her side and tried to think of work. She had to finish a spread sheet and hoped it would be a good change of pace for her brain. But all she could do was wonder why she had just put herself through that rigorous torment. Once she had asked her Master why a person would want to inflict harrowing disciplines on another person’s body he’d simply replied, “Because they can.” Frustrated and confused by such a vague, generic answer she’d asked why a person would want to subject themselves to a Master’s will and sexual torture. He answered that people have a dark side and they need to appease it, some are honest about that need and let a Master help them gratify that need. She had not thought she had a dark side, until now. That frightened her, as well as excited her. She drifted off to a restless sleep filled with dreams of being bound and whipped. The Making of Mary Ch. 02 Mary sat at her desk and sighed. She was tired and her breasts and pussy were painfully tender from the previous night's abuse. She wished she was still in bed asleep, or better yet, in a nice hot bath soaking her poor, bruised flesh. It was a cool, sunny Sunday yet she was at work trying to catch up on paperwork. Her job was tedious and it bored her, but she couldn't stand to fall behind and lately she had been covering for another person on vacation as well as doing her own job. The volume of work had been a bit overwhelming. At least it was quiet and there were no distractions from the phone or associates straggling by for visits. Once her computer powered up and she popped a CD in the player she settled into a rhythm, entering demographic information and pricing to the beat of the music. She didn't realize she wasn't alone. Another co-worker had arrived at the office a few hours after Mary. His intent was not to work, but to begin fulfilling a desire that had only been shared in secret emails. She'd heard someone walk by, at the end of her aisle, but had thought it was just the security guard making his rounds. The walls of her cubicle were tall and she did not have a direct view of the walkway past one side of her work station. She jumped and stifled a cry of surprise when her phone rang. The screen on the phone only displayed the words "private number" so she thought that someone had probably just misdialed and reached her private line. At first she wasn't going to answer. After all, no one knew she'd come into work and if it had been one of her friends or family the screen always displayed the number from which they were calling. After the sixth ring she became annoyed and picked up the handset answering with a terse "Hello?" "Are you wearing panties today?" the caller whispered. "What?" The caller's question did not immediately register. Suddenly Mary's stomach churned and her heart thudded against her chest. She felt confused and pissed off, thinking this was some kind of perverted prank call. "your cunt better be naked because you must be ready for Me at all times." She laughed nervously. Her mind spun with various, crazy thoughts. Humiliation chilled her at being spoken to in such a dirty manner by some prank caller. But, in honesty, the humiliation was brought on from the excitement that rushed over her at the possibility that it was her Master! She wondered how this could be. She had never told her Master where she worked or given him the number to her private line. In fact, they had never written about actually speaking. Since he'd told her he was married, she'd assumed their clandestine relationship would always be carried out online. The logical side of her brain rejected the idea of it really being him. She was surprised at the anger and disappointment she felt that it could not be him. "You've got the wrong number, creep!" she hissed into the phone. But she couldn't make herself hang up. For several moments there was only silence. "mary, is that any way to speak to your Master? Disrespect is definite cause for punishment. Answer the question, slut. Are you wearing panties?" "I...I..." she stammered into the phone. "How did you get this number?" she blurted out. "Tsk, tsk...you must really enjoy making things hard on yourself. So much the better for Me. I promise you I dole out punishment very well. So, tell Me, what is My naughty slut wearing today, every piece that is touching your horny body." "Is it You?" her voice was soft with disbelief. She slowly sat back in her chair, her mind whirling, wondering how he could have discovered the number of her private line. Had she told him more about herself than she remembered? "Who in the hell do you think it is? mary, my patience is wearing thin," he growled into the phone. "Answer the fucking question!" The tone of anger in his voice filled Mary with apprehension. "I'm wearing a white tee shirt. I...I've got on a white bra and white panties. And jeans. Socks and tennis shoes." She sighed as the realization hit her that her Master really was on the other end of the phone and she had admitted she had panties on. Dread of his disapproval welled up in her and the thought of getting anymore work done quickly evaporated. The stretch of silence further exacerbated her anxiousness, waiting for his reaction to the description of her apparel. "I'm disappointed. But you can do something to make Me feel better." "Yes! Anything! What do you want me to do?" Her heart beat faster at the chance of redemption. "First, turn off your computer. you are done for the day. Then go into the women's restroom, into the handicap stall. Close the door but don't lock it. You have two minutes to remove your panties. Stay there." Then she heard the precise click of the call being disconnected. Her heart pounded and she looked around her work station wondering if she was delirious. This was some kind of joke, it had to be! Was he there, in the building? How? She suddenly felt mortified to think...was her Master a fellow employee? That must be the explanation as the only way in the building was with a security badge and only someone who worked there would have a badge. She was stunned. She heard a door slam, alarming her into action. Mary nervously waited for her document to save as it seemed to take forever, so she could shut down her computer. She slammed the power button and quickly walked from her desk to the hallway, then rushed to the restroom. Hurrying into the handicap stall she pulled the door shut and tried to catch her breath. She felt ridiculous, her mind trying to refuse this as reality. Yet her body seemingly acted of its own accord as she pulled her tennis shoes off then slid her jeans and panties off, hanging them on the hook on the door. She giggled at this exercise in neatness when she suddenly realized she'd done it so her clothing would not impede any activity that might be taking place. Her face flushed as she shamefully acknowledged her expectation of something actually happening. She stood facing the door, trembling with anticipation, silence her only companion. She heard a distant sound and recognized it to be the flush of a toilet or urinal from the men's restroom next door. Then she abruptly remembered that there were two or three females in customer service who could walk in on her furtive rendezvous with her Master. No matter that the stall door would be closed, whoever entered the restroom would hear whatever was going on in the handicap stall. Time seemed to crawl by as she waited. Surely two minutes had already passed. She began to think this was some kind of cruel joke. But in her heart she knew this was very real. He was there, in the building, who else could be conducting this perverse adventure? The sound of the restroom door opening caused her to jerk her head up, looking in the direction of the entrance. Mary softly whimpered, fear of the unknown causing her to shiver with apprehension. She listened to the footsteps leisurely approaching the stall she occupied. She looked down at the tiled floor, straining to see any sign of him, his shoes, his shadow, beneath the door. "Are you ready?" a disembodied voice floated to her. She wracked her mind trying to recognize the voice. However, the words had been spoken in a quiet tone, just above a whisper, yet not enough for her to identify its owner. She felt chagrinned, what made her think her Master was someone with whom she was in contact, on a regular basis? The burning question was how did this person discover it was Mary with whom he'd been emailing and chatting in IM? "Yes," she responded softly, timidly. "Turn around and face the wall behind the toilet. Place your hands flat against the wall and spread your legs wide." Mary sucked in her breath and turned around assuming the position he commanded. The coldness of the tile caused her to shudder, but perhaps it was trepidation of what might be coming up. She heard the door of the stall squeak as it was being opened and she inhaled deeply, trying to rouse some modicum of composure. The door slammed shut and the lock was thrown home. She winced and tried not to think of him staring down at her naked ass. "Well, now that you've shown you actually can follow instructions, in the future, you have no excuses if you disobey my orders. Did you come last night?" "No!" her voice cracked. "I bet you thought about disobeying, though, didn't you? I bet you were practically distraught over that whole exercise and thought you could come without me knowing it. What harm would that have caused, right?" His fingertips grazed her ass cheeks and she flinched away. He smacked her in displeasure. "you will learn not to pull away from me, slut. I will be more than happy to teach you how to properly behave for Me. Now, answer Me. Did you think about coming without My permission, and trying to lie to Me about it?" "No! I..." Mary's answer was interrupted as she screamed when he slapped her ass hard, several times. He was rather amused the way her cheeks jiggled from his harsh castigation. Then he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She shrieked and began to cry. "Bitch! Don't try to fool Me! you are untrained and it would only be natural for that thought to go through your little head. In fact, it would not surprise Me if you were not able to control yourself and did come. Being untrained you are weak-willed and cannot contain yourself," he growled into her ear. "Ahhhh," she moaned at the pain in her scalp. "Master, please!" She was breathless, barely able to get her words out. Her ass and scalp were stinging. Anger welled up in her, as well as dismay at the arousing effect his severe treatment was causing in her. "Yes, I admit I did think about having an orgasm and not telling you. But, God, I was so desperate. It hurt!" "Like this?" he asked as he began to spank her. The sound of his palm slapping her ass and her cries reverberated on the tiled walls around them. He was relentless in his painful chastisement of her. "Stop!" she couldn't help scream. "I swear I didn't come! Please believe me! I didn't come!" Mary sobbed, the tears coursed down her face, like trails of liquid fire. He discontinued her punishment, satisfied she was now being truthful. He released her hair and her head fell forward. He saw her sides heave as she deeply gulped in air, trying to pull herself together. She started to jerk, then stiffened in response to the feel of his fingers lightly touching her tender labia. He dipped his fingers just inside her lips, trying to discern how wet she was. He was very pleased as his fingertips were instantly coated with the juices of her pussy. "Yet, you cock hungry slut, you did think about it, and thought about whether or not you should try to pull a fast one on Me. Didn't you?" He yanked on her pussy hair and she squealed. "Isn't that as bad a transgression, to merely think of doing something you are not supposed to do...isn't that as bad as actually enacting the deed?" "Ohhh..." she moaned in sharp discomfort. "Yes, yes! I thought about it. Oh, God, I'm sorry! Please stop hurting me," she sobbed. "you forget, mary, that this is what it's all about. It's all about My pleasure in your pain." Then he jammed three fingers up into her sopping pussy and she grunted loudly. He slowly sawed his fingers up and down then reached with his thumb to test the hardness of her clit. She winced as he pressed and manipulated her tender nub. She was incredulous that it responded and hardened for him, even through the sharp pain. He had to give her credit for remaining still, even if she did clench her ass and thigh muscles to accomplish it. In time, he would see to it that she remained still and kept her muscles relaxed. She would need to learn that to be able to take his cock inside her ass. But that was a lesson to be learned in future meetings. She showed promise, being so willing, and this experience demonstrated her ability to learn quickly. He pulled a scarf from his back pocket and circled it around her face, covering her eyes, and tied it tightly behind her head. She gasped but did not try to resist him. Then he turned her around to face him and he pushed on her shoulders to force her to her knees. She heard the sound of a zipper and guessed what was about to happen. "Now, you will show your appreciation of your little lesson today. Tell me what you think that lesson is?" "Not to...not to lie to you" she whispered. Her tears began to soak the scarf over her eyes. The thought cruelly crossed her mind of someone coming in and hearing this mad sex scene being played out in the restroom and she shuddered. She was acutely aware that her pussy was drooling as the juices seeped down the insides of her thighs. She felt ashamed of her sexual excitement. Most people would consider what he was doing to her as abuse. At the very least it could be thought of as being just plain mean. She was taken aback to admit she was as much, if not more, turned on by what he was doing now, than what she'd gone through the night before. She felt wicked as she hoped that if she satisfied him with a blowjob he would reward her with her own orgasm. "What? I didn't hear you," he said as he took a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. He pulled his rigid cock out of his jeans and skimmed her lips with his head. "Not to..." Before she could finish her sentence he forced his cock between her lips and past her teeth. She sucked in her breath and strained not to pull away. She remained perfectly still, not even playing with the thick shaft lying on her tongue. "you are my slut, I am your Master. you're going to suck my dick, mary. I want you to show me how much you appreciate your first lesson. I'm going to train you well and you are going to show me how grateful you are after each session, whichever way I see fit. Clasp your hands together behind your back and keep them there." He pulled her face toward his crotch, burying his shaft deeper into her. He delighted in the hot, wet flesh of her mouth wrapped around him. "Suck it, you nasty girl. Admit it, you like the taste of me, the feel of me fucking your dirty, little mouth." Mary whimpered as she tentatively licked his shaft, playing her tongue around his meaty tube of flesh. It was thick and long and she tried to hold the back of her tongue up to protect her throat but the head of his dick pushed hard and poked at her tonsils. She gagged and heard him chuckle as he held her in place, both of his hands tangled in her hair to control her head. She tried to resign herself to the fact that she was helpless; she was entirely his to dominate. In the back of her mind she had the faint idea that being powerless to prevent what he was doing to her gave her the freedom to release her self-control. How could it be naughty or wrong to please this man when he was taking her choice in the matter away from her? He raised his eyebrows and looked down at her head as he felt her tongue suddenly begin lick him with enthusiasm. This pleased him very much. She sucked hard as he pulled out of her mouth then swished her tongue around his shaft as he pushed back in. He could feel her teeth lightly scrap along his flesh and the tip of his cockhead brush against the back of her throat. He moved her head back and forth a little faster. His cock was so hard it strained against the skin, the crown of his dick was stretched taut. Saliva drooled out from between her lips and the thought of his bulging prick making her mouth water excited him. He could feel her breath puffing out of her nostrils on his slippery shaft. He softly moaned and began to thrust harder and faster. Mary groaned, sucking and licking as best as she could. The weight of his balls bounced against her chin as he pumped her mouth. She wished so badly that she could masturbate her clit while she sucked his cock...oh yes, she thought, his luscious cock. She was so horny now. She could feel the ridge of his head massage the top of her mouth, the smoothness of the underside of his head slipping along her tongue. She imagined this same feeling in her cunt, his fat cock stroking the inside of her. Her knees were killing her, pressed into the cold, ceramic tile. Her thighs quivered with the strain of being kept in this position. But all she could think of was his delicious cock ravaging her mouth and the torrid need to rub her clit to orgasm! "Yes, you slut, you enjoy sucking my cock, don't you? Here it comes...just a moment baby. My cum is going to spew into your sweet, hot mouth and you will enjoy drinking every drop. Oh....here...it....comes!" He grunted and pushed all the way to the back of her mouth. Mary moaned in surprise at the feel of his thick, milky cum burning down her throat. She gagged from the head of his shaft jerking against the back of her throat. "you are such a dirty slut, aren't you, mary? Oh, you did that well, almost like a pro!" He praised her and released his hold of her hair. She slumped back against the toilet and gasped to catch her breath. As soon as he calmed down a bit he shoved his semi-hard dick back into his pants then stared down at her. He sighed, feeling the heat of his orgasm slowly subside. "Keep your blindfold on and listen to Me. That minor spanking a few minutes ago only addressed the fact that you entertained the idea of coming and lying to me about it. I still have to deal with you for wearing panties today and for being so disrespectful on the phone. But I'm feeling a bit gracious now, so I'm going to show you some mercy. After all, you've just started your real training. However, I have already been lenient once before and I can't make it a habit or you will expect it all the time. Then how would you ever learn your place? "So, Mary, tonight I'm giving you My permission to come. I'm going to call you at home at 7:00 and you'd better be ready because if you miss that window of opportunity who knows when you'll get it again. When I call I will just tell you to come for me and that's all I'm going to say. I want to hear you work up to it then let it go. Are you a moaner or a screamer?" She could only kneel there and nod. She had never swallowed before and the taste of his cum was overpowering. She was concentrating on not vomiting, desperate not to embarrass herself or insult her Master. "Great, because I like to hear a good slut scream, whether in pleasure or in pain. Make me proud of you." Mary heard the lock being pulled back and the door open, then listened as his steps receded back to the entrance, the door squeaked open, then only silence. She turned and held her face over the toilet as his ejaculate pulsed back up her throat and splashed into the water. She pulled the scarf from her head and used it to wipe her mouth. She felt like a nervous wreck. She honestly wasn't sure if she threw up from being overwhelmed by what he just put her through or if it was just the semen that her stomach could not accept. But she was also extremely aroused and focused on his words...7:00 could not arrive fast enough for her. She had just had the most wildly erotic experience of her life and she prayed there was more to follow. She was hooked and she could only hope that she would live up to his expectations so he would not leave her in disgust and disapproval. Now that she knew his voice she was looking forward to Monday so she could discover who the mystery man was who had just unequivocally given her a new life as a sub. The Making of Mary Ch. 03 After Mary felt sure he was gone she stood up and got dressed. Her ass was still stinging from the intense spanking she'd received. She was feeling a chaotic mixture of abashment and guilty excitement. The insides of her thighs were sticky from the slick juices that had flowed from her and her pussy shamefully ached in need of being fucked. As she was tying her tennis shoes she heard the restroom door swing open and she froze, her heart began to pound thinking he'd come back after all. But then she heard the person going into a stall and bang the door closed. Mary calmed herself and remained silent, waiting for the other woman to finish and leave. Once she was alone she emerged and went to the sink. Her mouth tasted vile and she cupped the water to her mouth and gulped it in, vigorously swishing it to wash any remnants of him from her. She wondered if he'd punish her for that, too, if he'd still been there. Then she looked up at her reflection. Her face reddened as she thought of what she'd just done with him. She felt somewhat degraded and tried to soothe her conscience with the thought that she'd had no control. She tried to ignore the fact that she'd enjoyed it. The whole experience had been frightening yet thrilling, rather like a ride on a roller coaster. How strange that people got a rush from being scared. One reason had to be because one knew the outcome would be to find oneself back in a safe place. Also, the adventure allowed one to let go and feel that primal emotion rage up, to be stored back in its proper place within one's mind once the ordeal was over. That is exactly what Mary had begun to feel with her Master commanding her, spanking her, fearful of discovery, humiliated to be punished by his hand and hear him calling her a dirty slut. She choked on a sob and looked away from the mirror. Now, she needed to find a place in her mind to store these feelings or else be prepared to endure a perpetual roller coaster ride. Mary quickly left the restroom and retrieved her purse from her desk and left her workstation in slight disarray. As she drove toward home she suddenly decided to stop at a shopping mall just to window shop and get grounded, let her mind think of more frivolous things. Yet, she could not get him out of her thoughts, wondering what he might do with her. In one of the larger department stores she found herself in the lingerie department and bought a red lace bra and matching panties. Simply thinking of the reason for her purchase made her feel sinful but sexy. She wanted to dress up (or was it dress down?) to enhance her frame of mind for her 7:00 phone date. If the cashier could have read Mary's mind she might have been shocked at the scenarios weaving through her customer's thoughts. Images of tied limbs and delightfully painful spankings and whipping played through Mary's mind. She rushed back to her car and barely remembered the drive home. To her disappointment it was only 3:00. She had four hours to wait. Four hours to fantasize having her Master's hands on her, or using a crop, or forcing her to suck him off again but perhaps coming all over her breasts. She tried to lie down and sleep away some of the time, but she was too wired, the adrenaline coursed through her veins with reckless abandon. At one point she had to laugh at herself for feeling so wantonly naughty. Around 5:00 she tried to eat some dinner but was too distracted to feel hungry. She was restless and could not settle to read or watch TV so she busied herself with changing the sheets on her bed, ironing some clothes, anything to make the time pass. Shortly after 6:00 she took a nice, hot shower to help her relax. As the water rushed over her shoulders and down her breasts and belly she began to wash herself with a softly fragrant soap. Rubbing it between her palms into a lather she smoothed it all over her upper body. Her hands and fingers moved with slow deliberation, lingering on her breasts and nipples. They were quite sensitive, still tender from using the clips the night before. But every time she moved her fingers over her breasts she teased her nipples, pinching them between the length of her first and middle fingers. She felt the currents of pain and pleasure zip from her breasts down to her pussy, stirring her desire. After she dried off she stood in front of her dresser mirror and slipped on her new bra and panties. Her skin was starkly white against the deep red, but it looked sensuous and she was pleased with how she appeared. At precisely 7:00 she was sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she took slow deep breaths to keep calm. But the phone remained silent. By 7:15 she was lying on her bed wondering if it had all been some kind of ugly joke. The thought gripped her that perhaps he'd been turned off by her size and maybe he'd decided she wasn't worth his interest. She replayed their encounter in the bathroom in her mind. She'd been shocked at being spanked, feeling the warmth grow hotter with each slap, the heat spreading down to her cunt. It seemed her pussy wept as much as her eyes, then her mouth had watered as his iron-hard rod fucked her face...fluid flowing from almost every orifice of her body. She rolled to her side and glanced at the clock by her bed, surprised to see it was already 7:25. Still no call. Mary began to feel angry, thinking she'd been made a fool. Just when she was about to put the phone down and abandon hope of hearing from him the phone rang loudly. She was so startled she nearly dropped it. Her anger was still riled but before she could mouth off her displeasure for being treated so rudely she heard his voice. "Let Me hear you come for me now, mary." She swallowed hard and slowly brought her hand to her breast and squeezed the nipple through the lace of her bra. She had no idea of what was expected from her. What could she offer him that would make him proud of her, as he had charged her to do? She stretched out on her back and softly stroked each nipple into erection with her fingers. Mary breathed deeply as the sensations queued her pussy to tingle and begin lubricating. Her hips squirmed and she held her legs tightly together as her labia quickly swelled. Her thoughts focused on his cock in her mouth, his hands in her hair forcing her to suck his bulging dick. The idea of her Master spanking her elicited a moan from her as she pulled her bra straps down her shoulders to expose her breasts for easier access. She intensified her attention to her swollen pearls, pulling and pinching them, sending delightful shivers down her torso to her cunt. She now regretted the lingerie she had thought so provocatively charming and roughly pushed her pretty, red panties down her legs to her ankles. "Ahhh...my nipples hurt but it feels so good to squeeze them between my fingers and thumb. Makes my cunt flinch each time i press harder and harder. i'm spreading my legs wide and settling my hand on my pussy. Oh...i'm already so wet, drawing up from the well of my juices, coating my slit, stroking up and down. Ahhh...this feels so good. my pussy is so tender and hot. i need to be fucked, i ache to feel Your delicious cock stretching my cunt. i'm flicking my finger all around the little folds of my juicy vulva imagining it's Your tongue." Mary paused as she pictured seeing his head down between her pale thighs. Her body jerked from the electric shocks her fingers seduced from her sensitive, swollen nub. She quickly re-focused and continued, "i'm sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy now..." she grunted with the lusty pleasure she felt fucking herself. Not satisfied with the depth she could get she reached under her pillow and brought out her vibrator. "i've got my toy, so thick and long...mmmm...sliding it into me. Oh, God, it feels wonderful stroking the inside of my pussy, i'm so tight and it fills me up. Ohhhhhh..." she groaned as she slowly thrust the vibrator in and out of her, her hips rolled in languid movements. He quietly listened, but the rhythm of his breathing increased as he pictured her body writhing, relenting to the pressure building up inside her. His cock was rock hard but he refrained from touching himself wanting to absorb the tension from her, it was nearly palpable over the phone. Her sultry voice excited him. He imagined digging his fingers into the soft, white flesh of her breasts, unmercifully pinching and twisting her engorged nipples between his hard fingertips, slapping her tits until they were hot and red. "Oh, i wish i was tied up and You were doing this to me. To be at Your mercy, that excites me, Master. Knowing that i wouldn't be able to do anything to stop You. Mmmmm." Pressing the small button at the end of the vibrator she turned it on to medium speed, continuing to fuck herself. "The vibrations feel so good, as I pull it out of my cunt i'm sliding it up to tease my clit now and then. i'm so hot, i'm so close, now. Uhhhhh..." a deep throated moan escaped her, signaling her eminent melt down. "Yes, to feel Your tongue stroking my hard clit...ohhhh...Your teeth nibbling and biting. i want to feel Your tongue in my pussy. Please!" she whimpered and played the head of her vibrating cock just inside the mouth of her cunt, trying to simulate what his tongue might feel like. She fumbled to turn up the speed, it buzzed forcefully. "Yes! Oh Master...oh...i'm crushing my swollen clit with the vibrator, ooooh, then lightly teasing, then hard again, grinding! Uhhhh...i can't hold it much longer. Now! Ok...now! Oh, oh, Oooohhhh! i'm coming nooowwww!" her moans projected loudly into the phone as her climax consumed her. Exquisite explosions of energy spread out and grew into convulsions from her clit, her pussy, her ass, her stomach...continuing to spread up to her breasts as well as down through her legs. Her body pitched and yawed as if a small boat on a sea of storm driven waves. Mary cried out, her voice rising and falling with each wave of her orgasm. She felt totally out of control! "Fuck me! Fuck me, now! Pleeeeease! Mary screamed as the intensity of her orgasm engulfed her. "Oh, God...i want..." she gasped, "i need to feel You fuck me, now!" She sobbed as her body was conquered with overwhelming pleasure. She had never come so hard in her life. She suddenly realized how thankful she was that her Master bade her to endure teasing herself without coming the night before. Now she was grateful for that nerve-wracking experience in the restroom earlier in the day. She could not imagine ever being this high from an orgasm. But he had given her this magnificent gift, this wonderful delectation! She panted heavily, trying to catch her breath. Her limbs were useless appendages falling away from her body as she slowly relaxed into a puddle of spent flesh, as if her bones had liquefied. She could not even hold the phone and let it rest on the pillow next to her ear. "Well done," the whisper came to her. Then the click of the call disconnecting. She did not even mind that he had left her. She felt physically and emotionally drained, lost in a sweet oblivion. He had not intended to say anything more than to tell her to come for him. But he was pleased with how she had responded, in fact, surprised with her sensuous narration. He felt compelled to leave her with those two words of praise. Setting the phone in its base he grabbed his throbbing dick and began to slowly pump it. He pictured her in his mind, trussed up like some sacrificial offering with his hands manipulating her to the surrender of orgasmic energy. His balls tightened at the thought of her huge breasts bouncing up and down as he banged into her cunt, drenching him in her juices. As he imagined coming inside her, his thick semen burst from his cockhead, splashing down on his chest. Oh, yes, she was well suited for his needs. Already he began to think of the things he would teach her and treat her to. This unassuming woman was just waiting for someone to turn up the heat and make her boil with sexually tormented bliss. Yes, a lot of passion in her, to be used in whichever way he deemed. Life was becoming interesting, again. Monday dawned as bright and cool as Sunday had offered. Mary had awakened before her alarm clock was set to go off. She lay warm and cozy under her covers, her body naked, her mind wandering to the day and night before. Then she remembered her chance to discover the mystery man and she threw her covers back, ready to get the day started. In the shower she went over the possibilities of who her Master might be. Yet that effort proved to be frustrating as none of the men she worked very closely with had the matching voice. She thought of the prince in Cinderella, trying on the glass slipper on countless feminine feet only finding his princess in the last woman, the most unlikely woman he came upon. So, she switched her thinking to who the most unlikely man might be. This theory did not help at all. It disturbed her to think he knew who she was, but she was oblivious to his identity. She was still puzzled as to how he obtained her home phone number, which was not listed in the public phone book. From force of habit she went to her underwear drawer but as her hand touched the neatly folded panties she pulled back. She had no intentions of getting caught again and left the panties in the drawer. A bra, however, was a must at the office. She was well endowed and it would be tacky, to say the least, for her to flounce her huge tits in such a professional atmosphere. The slut in her wondered, why not? But the proper side won out and she fed her large breasts into the cups of the red lace bra she'd bought the day before. If she couldn't go free, then at least her tits could be caressed within the confines of sexy lace. Not being able to wear panties she assumed pantyhose would be out of the question, so she put on a garter belt and stockings she'd bought on a whim during a past relationship. These sexy underclothes would certainly remind her of her naughty nature and that he was near her, watching. Hair dried and pulled back off her face with barrettes, a little mascara, and her navy blue dress with the lace collar and buttons all the way down the front and she was ready to face the day. At her desk she let her work absorb her thoughts, trying to hold back the anxiety of wondering the whereabouts of her Master. Almost every man she encountered during the morning was suspect. Just before she was about to go to the cafeteria for lunch her private line rang, the screen keeping the secret of the caller. She smiled as she answered, keeping her voice cool and professional. "This is Mary, how can I help you?" "Nice dress. A good choice for a sexual rendezvous. Is that what you were hoping for?" The masculine voice still a mystery. "I hope for whatever You desire," her 'office' voice belied the elation that bubbled up within her. "I'm sure, being the slut that you are, you are wet right now," he teased. "You will have to feel me to know that, won't you?" she boldly countered. "Oh, I will feel you. I left an envelope for you in your mailbox. Take it out to your car and wait for Me. I'm sure you'll know what to do with it." Then the connection was cut off. Mary gently replaced the phone receiver and turned off her computer trying to maintain her composure. She sat there for a few moments as excitement rushed throughout her. Retrieving her purse from the desk drawer she did her best to calmly walk by the bank of metal mail slots and found an interoffice envelope that was thick but soft as she grasped it in her hand. Strolling out of the building and across the parking lot it was all she could do not to turn around to see if any man was watching her. As she reached her SUV she thought of that old saying, "Curiosity killed the cat". But then she smiled as she remembered the comeback of "Satisfaction brought her back". She glanced behind her as she unlocked the driver side door and scanned the parking lot. A few people were coming and going, but no one looked remotely intent on approaching her. She climbed in and got comfy, resting her purse on the floorboard at her feet. Then she opened the envelope to find a soft, black blindfold, the type that was formed like a pair of eyeglasses with an elastic band to fit around the back of one's head. The sunscreen propped in her windshield prevented her from seeing anyone coming toward her car, and anyone getting a direct view of her as well, unless a person was standing next to the car doors. She sat back and hit the switch on the door panel to unlock all the doors then pulled the blindfold over her eyes. She tried to relax, but her nerves where in turmoil. Suddenly she heard a click and the passenger door open. She took a deep breath and held still as she listened to someone getting into the SUV with her. She jumped as the door slammed shut. Her heart hammered within her chest and her stomach tightened in anticipation. She could hear heavy breathing, but was it her own or her guest's? She felt the buttons at the top of her dress being gently pulled free of the embrace of their holes, slowly, one by one. A warm hand cupped her left breast and gently squeezed. Her lips parted with the escape of a soft sigh. As the mysterious hand reached down and under the hem of her dress she heard two female voices outside, passing by her car. She quickly reached down to halt the hand suddenly fearful of being seen by passersby. "Do you really want me to stop?" he whispered. She let go of his hand and shook her head, unable to find her own voice. "I enjoyed listening to you last night. From the sound of things, you liked it too, didn't you?" Mary could only nod in agreement. "Such a nasty girl, fucking yourself over the phone like that." She could feel his fingertips traipse up her thighs and her pussy began to drool, longing to feel his fingers deep within her. "Open my pants and take my cock out, you know you want to feel it in your hands again." Mary shifted in her seat to face him and unconsciously stretched her right leg over the console to give him freer access to her cunt. Frustration wash over her when he did not accept her blatant offer. Yet, she continued, and reached over to find his belt buckle and release it, unbutton his pants, and drew the zipper down. She reached into his pants and found he was not sporting underwear arousing her all the more at the thought that he had premeditated this tryst. She wrapped her fingers around his growing flesh and gently pulled it free. She slowly stroked his shaft, reveling in the feel of it swell in her hand. She gasped as she suddenly she felt his fingers sharply twist her nipple through the lace of her bra. "Suck it." Mary froze. Masturbating him was bad enough, out here, with the possibility of being seen by anyone walking by and glancing in at them! But the thought of giving him a blowjob almost made her recoil. He dug his fingers into her breast to urge her to fulfill his request. "Do as you're told or it can end right here. I'll just leave. It's that simple." His soft voice was calm, almost nonchalant. She sighed, unsure of what to do. She didn't want this to end! But to be humiliated by someone discovering them in such a lascivious act in her car, in the parking lot of where they worked, was almost more than she could bear! On the other hand, how shocked would someone really be, peering in and watching her Master fuck her mouth? It was more likely that person, particularly a male, would be intrigued by the whole scene. Surprisingly, the thought of a voyeur gazing in on them, getting hard or pussy wet from the little sex show began to appeal to her. Knowing she could incite that reaction from a mere spectator spurred her on to yield to his demand. She slowly pulled her right leg back to her side of the console and shifted her body down to comply with his request. The Making of Mary Ch. 03 The feel of her lips kissing his cockhead sent shivers down her spine. She continued to stroke his shaft with her hand as she encircled the head with her lips. The familiar taste of him roused her and she sucked hard, sliding her mouth down his full, thick cock. She lashed his shaft with her tongue as she pulled back, her hand following her lips. As she pumped his meaty rod he grasped her hair in his fist and forced her down harder. The crown of his cock jammed into the back of her throat making her gag but she held on, her mouth tight around his staff. He relished the feel of her tender tongue licking him, the suction of her mouth coaxing him toward rampant satisfaction. She sucked his cock with enthusiasm. The texture and taste of his dick in her mouth was incredible. She suddenly found she could not get enough of it. Whimpers of enjoyment rose up from her throat as she devoured his flesh. The bittersweet taste of his precum coated her tongue, encouraging her to milk him all that much harder. Mary's cunt twitched and oozed with slippery nectar, aching to be fucked. "Such a nasty girl, you enjoy sucking Me, don't you? your dirty mouth was made for Me. I love fucking your mouth, mary." He stiffened as he felt his orgasm rise. He held her head still for a few moments, with his dick embedded in her mouth, prolonging the sordid pleasure he was feeling. But when he could hold back no longer he pulled her head up and came all over her face, splattering into her open mouth. "There slut, there is your lunch!" he laughed softly and released her. He reached down and scooped up his cum from her face with his finger and fed it to her. "Be a good girl and lick my fingers, suck them clean." She sucked his fingers leaving no trace of his cum on his flesh. She held her head down, wishing she could see him. She wondered why she just didn't yank the blindfold off herself. But she knew that he'd never acknowledge her again, it would be over. She laid her hand on his thigh and softly squeezed, building up the courage to ask him what was on her mind. "Master, please...please touch me. i want to feel You caress my pussy, i ache to feel Your mouth or fingers play with my cunt. Please?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Don't worry you hungry bitch, you're going to get yours soon. It may be more than you expect. You've heard of that saying, 'be careful what you wish for'? In this instance it may really be true. You'd better be up for what I'm going to teach you. I appreciate a strong slut who can take whatever I care to dish out." He took her shoulders in his hand and helped her to sit up. Though his cock was still hard he crammed it back into his pants, pulled the zipper shut and buckled his belt. Mary sat in her seat, her pussy throbbing with lusty need. She could feel her juices seeping between her legs, down to her anus, drenching her dress. 'Oh, God' she thought, 'everyone will see the wet stain on the back of my dress!' "Next time we meet I'll address your infractions. You know, you still need your lesson regarding your rude tone of voice on the phone yesterday, and the fact that you were wearing panties." He leaned close to her, and sliding his hand between her thighs he eased his fingers between her pussy lips to torment her clit. She whimpered and pushed her hips forward needing to feel his fingers inside her sopping cunt. "You'll feel the punishment you deserve," he whispered as he pinched her swollen clit. She groaned and pressed herself against his fingers. Suddenly he pulled away and opened the car door. "No touching yourself, slut. No orgasms for a naughty girl like you. Be ready for the next time we meet." "Wait!" she cried out but only heard the car door slam shut as he left her. She began to cry, desperate for her own release, shamed by her lewd behavior. How was she supposed to go back to her desk and work, in her condition. She was thoroughly embarrassed to go back to her desk as she sat in a damp puddle of her own juices. There was just no way she could face her co-workers in her current physical and emotional state. As she pulled the blindfold from her face she reached down and retrieved her cell phone from her purse. She dialed her manager's number and left a message on his voice mail that she was ill and had to go home, that she would try to make it back in the next morning. Then she drove home, her only thoughts were of her Master and needing to hide from the world as well as herself until she could pull herself back together. The Making of Mary Ch. 04 What had she gotten herself into? Was she such a slut she'd do anything for a sexual thrill? Thinking on her conduct earlier in the day, she felt guilt nagging at the back of her mind. She was definitely not a prude; but why was it difficult to live what she had fantasized? She chided herself on having a double standard. What made fulfilling her kinky longings worse than simply fantasizing about them? Perhaps the real issue was that her Master was bending her will, to be that of his own, that was so thrilling for her. Yes, the act of pleasing him, submitting to his control gave her an incredible rush. That's what it was all about. However, did submission absolve her of committing the nasty acts he forced upon her? She had to admit that she was just as responsible in that she allowed him to control her. Women who justified their actions by believing nothing is their fault because they are forced and commanded to perform kinky acts were simply deluding themselves. She chuckled to herself and went to her bedroom to pull on an oversized tee shirt. Really, what made her so bad to want to feel and enjoy the very things she envisioned in her erotic imagination? In fact, when she first began to explore and research sexuality, she had been surprised and relieved to find such a large population who preferred so-called divergent sexual practices. It had been a sort of freedom for her to realize her "dark" desires were just as normal as the conventional desires of a "typical missionary" woman, or man. The quote, "This above all: to thine ownself be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man" popped up in her mind and she smiled. No, she could not deny herself any longer and could no longer be false to any man. She was beginning to reconcile her sexual wants and needs as being acceptable to actually consummate them. The next three days dragged by as she waited for word from her Master. On the outside she was her quiet self, but on the inside she was intensely restless. By the third day she was concerned that she'd displeased him in some way as she had not received any messages from him. But this time she was not as desperately anxious as she had been before. She was patient and delved into her duties at work. When she was home she busied herself with writing poetry which had been greatly cathartic for her. If he chose never to contact her again, nor reveal himself to her at work, it did not bother her as much as it once would have. She felt confident that she would come upon another Dom, with whom she could enjoy a total, devoted relationship. For that lesson she was truly grateful to whoever her mystery Dom was. On Thursday night she had come home from work and relaxed for a while in front of the TV while eating a salad. Then she signed on rather late into the instant message program. He was there, and from the time on the dialogue box, had been waiting a good 30 minutes. "I was beginning to wonder if you would show up." "i'm sorry to keep You waiting, Master." "I've been busy. How about you? you didn't make it back into the office after we met on Monday and you've seemed rather reserved at work these last few days." Mary paused before answering. She realized she hadn't been thinking of him watching her at the office. Although she still glanced at various men and wondered about them as she passed them in the hallways. However, she'd been more absorbed in her own thoughts and self-revelations. "Thank You for Your concern for me. But i'm all right. i've been doing some serious thinking, and learning things about myself. It's been a good thing." Now it was his turn to pause. He wondered at this change in her, from her previously needy responses to this calm demeanor. Was she having second thoughts about being submissive to his domination? He had a flashback to his college days and his previous D/s relationship. But he shrugged it off; it wasn't as if this woman was asking to stop what they had started. "I'm pleased that you are learning things about yourself. I'm sure it will benefit us. I will teach you even more. I have some free time this weekend and I expect you to join Me." "Join You?" She couldn't help but wonder what he meant by 'free time' and joining him. "Yes, I reserved a room for us at the Riverton Hotel. We'll have Saturday night to explore your submission to Me." "i look forward to it, Master. Please, tell me what you want me to do." Her resolute acceptance of his domination stirred his excitement and he smiled wickedly to himself. "The room is reserved in the name of John Winters. you can get a keycard at the desk. I expect you there at 7:00. Go to the room and you will find what you need, along with instructions. I remind you that if you don't show up, that will be the end and you won't hear from Me again." Before she could answer he signed off. Now she felt the anxiety of what would be expected of her, and could she live up to it? Yet, she was felt more than willing to try. Friday was difficult to get through. Every man she passed in the hallway at work was well looked over by her eyes, and her mind. Most were immediately dismissed by her. But one did give her more than a passing glance, he looked her up and down and softly smiled...was it him? Come 7:00 on Saturday evening she entered the hotel and approached the lobby desk feeling somewhat self-conscious and tried to appear casual in her visual sweep of the hotel patrons. Was he there, watching her? She had to repeat herself when she asked for the key to the room, she could barely speak the words, she was so nervous. She was scared and excited all at the same time. She almost felt as if she were dreaming as the elevator doors slid open at the third floor and she stepped out into the empty hallway. She slowly walked down the hall and finally found the room, the last one on the left, and let herself in. Indeed he had been waiting in the large lobby, sitting on a sofa at the far end of the room. As he watched her speak with the desk clerk he noted her deep blush. What was she thinking and feeling? She seemed nervous as her eyes darted around the room. He smiled to himself realizing she was looking for any sign of her Master. How could she not be curious to see if any of the men in the lobby were watching her. But he had gone unnoticed as he appeared to be reading the magazine in his hands. The room turned out to be a suite and was quite luxurious, but then the Riverton was on a higher scale, very classy. There was a sitting room with a small wet bar and comfortable couch and chairs, a TV, and a nice view of the golf course from the sliding glass doors to the balcony. Flowers were on the table with a note stuck in the middle; she saw her name on the envelope. Setting her bag and purse on the couch she pulled the note from the fragrant arrangement and eased the envelope open, almost afraid of what it might say. "So, you made it. That's a big step and I'm very pleased. I only ask that you follow directions and not question Me. So far, you've proved to be fairly obedient, and I expect improvement in that regard. There's an envelope for you on the bed. I'll see you soon." M. Mary hurried into the bedroom to find a business sized envelope on the middle of the king sized bed. She smiled as she sat down, she'd never been in a king sized bed, it made her double bed at home seem so puny. She lay back and just rested for a moment feeling her heart pound in her chest. Then she rolled to her stomach and opened the second envelope. She giggled, feeling giddy with anticipation. "Take a shower. I want you fresh and smelling sweetly. One thing of importance, My slut, I expect your pussy to be clean shaven. Don't wear your make-up too heavily, I want to see the real deal while I'm fucking My bitch. And no perfume, I want to smell your own exotic scent when I devour your juicy pussy. You will find your eveningwear in the closet. And that's all a nasty girl like you will be allowed to wear. After you are dressed you will go down to the bar and be seated at a reserved table. Order whatever you like. You haven't much time. I expect you there no later than 8:30." Mary glanced at the clock, it was already 7:20. Then she panicked as she had already shaved her legs and underarms that afternoon and had not brought a razor with her. She wondered if the gift shop would have toiletries and if she had time to go down to buy a razor. She jumped off the bed and went to the bathroom. She found a basket, supplied by the hotel, with soap and shampoo, but more importantly there was a disposable razor. While she always kept her pubic hair trimmed close, she couldn't help wonder in what condition that razor would leave her tender skin. Not being able to stave off her curiosity she went back to the bedroom to look in the closet. She softly gasped as she opened the door. She found a nearly shear, black dress with spaghetti straps with no neckline, but rather, soft folds of material that gently draped down quite low to allow the gratuitous show of her deep cleavage. She brought it out and held it up to her body finding that the hem came to her mid thigh. A pair of fine, black stockings with lace tops, and a lace garter belt were draped over another hanger. She was suddenly chagrined to realize there was not even a bra and all she'd brought was the white, cotton one she was wearing. At least she had been conscientious not to wear panties. That part of the ensemble was obviously not meant for her to wear tonight. How was she supposed to go out with no bra? All she could do was hope the swooping "neckline" would hide her heavy breasts. She was almost tempted to stop everything here and now, not able to picture herself in this sultry get-up. Then she noticed the heeled sandals, not too high, but more than she was used to wearing. She was grateful for that much, no stilettos for her! She'd only end up falling and making a fool of herself if she was required to wear high, spike-heeled shoes. She made haste and stripped to take her shower. If she was going to go through with it, she couldn't afford to waste time and make her Master angry with her. The hot water of the shower soothed her as she washed her hair. As she washed her body she could only imagine his hands on her, caressing her. Her nipples perked right up as she ran the length of her fingers across them. This sparked the nerve endings in her cunt and the juices began to seep from her depths. Then she took the shaving cream and swathed it on her mons and pussy lips, spreading it between the cheeks of her ass. When she began to shave she couldn't help fantasizing what it would feel like to have him lick her soft, naked skin. With each gentle stroke of the razor she imagined his tongue sweeping along her tender labia. She had never shaved before and was finding it to be such a sensuous act that Mary was exceedingly turned on with each brush of the razor. Shaving between her ass cheeks turned out to be awkward, having to arch her body to make sure she covered every inch. Once she was done and began to rinse a moan escaped her as her fingertips skimmed across her velvety skin, it was almost difficult to stop. Turning the water off she dried her body and proceeded to dry and style her soft hair, rolling the brush through her light brown tresses, creating a gentle, bouncy curve. She brushed her teeth then did her makeup, just a light application of liner and mascara, and blush on her cheeks. The lipstick she brought was only slightly darker than the natural color of her lips. Mary went into the bedroom to dress and as she pulled the stockings up each leg she began to feel very sexy, eyeing how nicely they hugged the curves of her calves and thighs. Slipping on the garter belt was equally nice and adding the sandals she paused to look in the full length mirror. The black stockings and garter belt looked garish against her pale flesh. With trembling hands she slid the dress over her head and let it snake down her body. It was a perfect fit, not too tight, but enough to hint at her pleasant curves beneath the silky fabric. Her heart was pounding beneath her full, round breasts as she looked into the mirror. She could see her nipples shamelessly erect, poking up against the sleek skin of the dress, unhidden by the soft folds of sheer material draped between her bosoms. Taking a deep breath to try and quell her nervousness Mary grabbed the keycard and left the room. Approaching the elevators she saw a man and woman waiting and stood off to the side, her eyes anchored on the light indicating the elevator's progress. Once inside she couldn't help noticing the man casting secret glances at her. Mary felt herself blush, knowing that she was completely naked under her dress, feeling the cool air caress her clean-shaven pussy. She wondered what the stranger was thinking as his eyes descended every inch of her body, appraising her. Was she appealing? She was getting aroused at the thought of being taken by her Master in the elevator, ravished, being forced to bend over and fucked hard from behind. Wouldn't that be a splendid site, as the doors slowly pulled back, for anyone waiting at their floor for a ride down? She grinned wickedly thinking of the shock on someone's face, seeing such a lurid show of lust. Once in the lobby, though, self-doubt threatened to change her mind in going through with this escapade. Some of the male guests glanced at her, staring as she walked toward the lounge. She felt as if she was on display and incredibly self-conscious as the silky dress caressed her skin. Her mind flashed back to the day at work when she'd first gone without panties. She'd felt naughty, but deliciously so. Invoking that feeling again made her short journey somewhat easier. There were several people in the darkened lounge as she looked around trying to discern which table had been reserved for her Master. The bartender came up to her and asked if she was Mary, she could only nod. He led her to a booth towards the back of the room, near the band which was beginning to warm up. She asked for a vodka Collins and sat down to wait. As the band began their first session she noticed a man at the bar frequently looking over at her. By the third song, and her second drink the alcohol was beginning to affect her, as she'd had nothing to eat since an early lunch. The man at the bar stood and began to approach her. She felt her pulse pound in her temples. She watched him walk toward her, hesitant. He wasn't even remotely recognizable from work. And his manner was not what she'd imagined in a man who would be her Master. "Mary," he said as a statement. She looked up at him, her intuition telling her something wasn't right. He was tall and young, pleasant to look at. But where was the bold self-assurance she had expected? He slid into the booth next to her and eyed what he could see of her body. "The band is pretty good, isn't it? Dance with me." He took her hand without waiting for an answer and pulled her from the booth to the dance floor. It was a slow, romantic song and placing his large hand on her lower back he pressed her against him. She looked up at his face, still feeling that something was amiss. "Are you..." her question was silenced as he pressed a finger to her lips. His hand slid to the back of her neck to make her head rest against his chest. "Shhh...just relax," he whispered. As the song played on she felt his hand slide from her neck to her ass and knead her cheeks. Mary felt her face redden, knowing he could feel she had no panties on. But it all seemed rather abrupt and she felt confused. This could not be the commanding man she'd submitted to in the restroom, in her car. She suddenly felt angry that perhaps her Master had sent a meager replacement in his stead. When the song ended he led her back to the booth where fresh drinks were waiting for them. As he slid in next to her he kissed her, softly at first. Then he plunged his tongue into her mouth and rested his large, warm hand on her breast. He teased her erect nipple with his thumb, then pinched it hard. Mary moaned and tried to pull away but he held her tight. "You'd best behave or you'll be punished," he said against her lips. His hand glided down her belly to her thigh. He continued to kiss her as he lightly stroked his fingertips along the inside of her thighs. His fingers slid up further and found her naked pussy. He pulled his face back and smiled in surprise. Everything was happening so fast but she couldn't help the anxiety rising within her. He soon discovered the moistness between her soft pussy lips as Mary felt the intrusion of his fingers, fondling her moist folds and grazing She suddenly felt him pull and twist her pussy lips causing her to squirm with discomfort. When he tightly pinched her engorged clit she gasped and her eyes began to water. She was flustered that she could not control her wanton reactions. The idea of her being a lusty slut had never been more real than at that very moment. Her Master had been watching from a discreet distance. He enjoyed watching Mary's discomfort and could tell she was conflicted with what was happening to her. While the stranger was certainly arousing her she wasn't stupid and could probably sense the man with her was not her Master. He'd met Tim at the bar earlier and chatted him up, finding out his business there and then the conversation turned to the few women in the bar. Tim was quite the bravado thinking himself such a lady's man. The stranger was amused and knew Tim would work well into his plan. He made Tim an offer that would be rewarded as long as Tim was willing to play along and follow his every lead. When the time came he would send Tim away as he wanted to have his sweet slut all to himself. In a way, he was pushing her to see how much she would submit to. Tim had been eager to engage in the plot of his mysterious, new acquaintance. It might turn out to be an interesting night as Tim had never had a woman with another man! Tim pulled his fingers from between her legs and licked them, tasting her nectar on his skin. He moaned with approval and kissed her, then played his lips down her throat to her chest. Mary squirmed and looked around the room. She noticed a couple of men at the bar watching the action in her booth. Then she saw a couple on the dance floor, close to her table, smiling and eyeing the sensuous activity taking place. She wished she could just disappear as she felt the blood rush to her face. His fingers had wandered back to her pussy and he slowly slid them in and out of her hot, slick hole. She trembled and groaned in shameless desperation as his thumb began to manipulate her engorged clit. Again, he pinched her hard nub and she winced as his fingernails dug into her flesh. She did not notice as one man hurriedly left the bar. Her Master had seen enough and it was time to get ready for his slut. "Oh no, Mary. You're not allowed to come unless your master says so. I think it's time to go up to your room and see what he has in store for you." The man looked into her eyes and softly laughed. "He's allowed me to warm you up, so to speak. Now I get to watch, maybe even participate in your submission to him." "Oh, God!" she whispered and looked away in shame. This man, a stranger, had been playing her. The thought that he would be invited to share in the evening stunned her. She felt angry and used and suddenly wanted to bolt from the table to her car and get away. But she was helpless as her purse and keys were up in the room, there was no escape. Picking up her keycard from the table he slid out of the booth and stood up, gallantly offering his hand to her. His crotch was at eye level for her to view the huge bulge in his pants. Her heart pounded as fear crept into her at the thought of being taken by two men. Yet she willingly, delicately placed her hand in his, and with her head bowed to hide from the curious glances of the lounge guests, he led her out to the elevator. The Making of Mary Ch. 05 A woman was waiting and got on with them into the confines of the elevator compartment. She stood close to the doors as Mary and the stranger moved to the back, and he stood behind her. As the doors slid closed Mary felt his hand raising the back of her dress, exposing her bare ass. She nearly gasped out loud as she felt the pseudo-Master's cock, now out of his pants, press between her cheeks. This was outrageous! She shook her head no, trying to signal him to stop. But he paid her no heed and forced the head of his cock between her thighs, brushing her silky labia. His hands held her wrists tightly to her sides as he continued to tease her. Mary stared at the back of the woman's head praying she wouldn't hear something and turn around to look. 'Please get off before our floor!' Mary begged in her mind. But they reached the third floor and she suddenly saw that the buttons on the panel indicated the woman was riding to the fifth floor. As the elevator halted he released Mary's wrists but held up the back of her dress with his hand as he gently pushed her past the woman, out into the hall. She heard the woman gasp as they slipped by her. But hadn't Mary earlier envisioned being lewd in front of other hotel guests in the elevator? Shame suddenly flared up within her, yet enhanced her excitement at the site they presented for the shocked woman. How terrifically naughty Mary felt! He propelled her down the hall towards room 318 and stopped in front of the door. He stood behind her, poking his prick against her ass. He leaned close as his lips glanced her ear and he whispered, "Oh God, I can't wait to fuck the hell out of that tight cunt. I bet I'll give it to you better than that so-called master of yours. Have you ever felt eight, thick inches burrowed deeply into your nasty pussy?" Mary winced and thought of her vibrator. She couldn't help wondering at the difference between her long, fat toy and his live, meaty dick. He slid the keycard into the slot of the electronic lock and opened the door before her. It was dark in the room, the light from the hall cast across the carpet of the entrance creating strange shadows from furniture in the sitting room. He shoved her inside and slammed the door shut. The sound of the automatic lock clicked loudly. He stepped in front of her, reaching out, searching for the closest lamp. The door separating the sitting room and bedroom slowly opened letting in just enough light to reveal the shape of a man in the doorway, but betraying no details of him. "So glad you could join us, Tim." Mary peered curiously toward the door. Her Master's voice, not a whisper, was familiar. Her eyes squinted in the dull light trying to discern his face but with the low light behind him, his face was cloaked in shadow. "No lights, yet. But I'm sure you can find My slut's blindfold on the table, next to the TV. Put it on her, now. She loves being kept in the dark." Tim retrieved the blindfold and slipped it over Mary's face, pulling the band securely behind her head. "Help yourself to anything at the bar, Tim. Make yourself comfortable." Her Master's voice was closer and she knew he'd come into the sitting room with them. Suddenly she felt her breasts fondled, the warmth of the hands seeping through the smooth fabric of the dress. She heard the sound of ice dropping into a glass and thought it must be Tim getting a drink as he'd been invited. Her Master's hands roamed her body, smoothing her dress, then around to her ass, squeezing as if feeling the ripeness of a piece of fruit. She felt hot lips pressed to her neck, below her ear, then teeth biting softly biting into her flesh. She shivered and started to raise her hands up to feel the body in front of her. He slapped her hands away. "We've old business to take care of before the fun begins, don't we? Remind me of your transgressions, slut." "I...I wore panties when I wasn't supposed to," she whispered. "What? Speak up, Tim and I want to hear your sweet voice admitting to your disobedience." "I wore panties without permission!" she choked with embarrassment on the words. If it had only been admitting to her Master that would have been right as she deserved to confess her offenses to him. But she was being ordered to reveal her guilt before Tim, a stranger, and that made it more exasperating. She pictured Tim's face in her mind. He must be sitting there, with a disgusting look of amusement on his face. She felt her face grow hot. "I spoke rudely to you on the phone." Her voice was softer, ashamed for having been disrespectful to him, regardless of the fact that she hadn't know it was him on the phone on that quiet Sunday at work. She cried out as he painfully grabbed her by her arm and yanked her across the room. She nearly fell over an obstacle up against the front of her thighs. He placed his hand between her shoulders and shoved her forward. She realized he was pushing her over the arm of the couch as her face hit the cushion. He hitched her dress up over her naked, full ass and brought his palm down with a resounding smack. She squealed and tried to pull her hips in, checked by the arm of the couch. Tim's laughter rang in her ears. Mary felt something cool and flat smooth across her ass, then felt the hot sting as it slammed against her tender flesh. She cried out and tried to squirm away. Tears sprang up behind her eyelids, seeping out into the blindfold. She reached behind her to shield her ass with her hands and was rewarded with a hard crack against the knuckles of her fingers. She screamed and jerked her hands away. "Tim, get over here and take hold of this whore's hands. It seems she wants to fight this lesson in obedience." She felt strong hands grip her wrists and pull them together, pressing into the cushion above her head. The spanking resumed, first on one cheek, then the other. The blows were strategically placed so as to spread the heat of the pain evenly across her ass. She tightened her buttocks uselessly trying to ward off the searing sensations spreading across her flesh. Her mind was reeling, appalled by one man stretching her arms above her while another man laid into her soft, full ass. Yet she couldn't ignore the biting stimulation as she felt her pussy quiver and her juices ooze from the mouth of her cunt. She grunted with each impact, it hurt so badly. But her body betrayed her and grew ever more aroused with each landing of the paddle in her Master's hand. When her ass began to unmercifully burn she screamed. "Stop! Please! Ohhhh!" she begged as her body shook with sobs. "I didn't give you permission to speak, slut!" her Master growled and gave her several more harsh swats. He stopped and stood back, looking at her beet-red cheeks, then up at Tim. "Get on your knees," he commanded her as he grasped the back of her dress and pulled her to the floor. Tim released her hands. "Our friend Tim has been promised a little reward. I think now is the time to show your appreciation of your lesson. Tim, she's very good at sucking a cock and since you were kind enough to help Me out tonight, you deserve some pleasure. you know what to do, slut." Tim stood and moved in front of Mary, letting his pants fall to his ankles and paused, his cock hanging long and hard in front of her face. "Grab her by her hair on either side of her head. She enjoys being controlled. What are you waiting for, go on, fuck her mouth!" Tim snatched her hair in his fists and pried her lips apart with his swollen knob then shoved his dick into her hot, wet mouth. Mary gagged and tried to resist. Panic welled up in her and she brought her hands up to push Tim away but he overpowered her. Then she felt fingers breaching her pussy lips, taunting her hard clit and she squirmed. Another hand gripped her breast and fingers savagely pinched her nipple. Her scream was muffled by the huge cock thrusting in and out of her mouth. Tension began to build in her cunt. Fear coursed throughout her yet she was inexplicably excited. She wanted to come so badly that she began to brazenly hump the fingers teasing her sopping pussy. "Look at you, rubbing your cunt against My hand while you suck some stranger's prick. you're such a horny, dirty girl. you're so wet you must really be enjoying yourself, whore." Her Master whispered into her ear. Mary moaned and tried to shake her head. She wasn't a whore! She didn't like sucking Tim's cock, she only wanted her Master's. "No? you don't like this? you could have fooled Me as your pussy is flowing like a faucet." He pulled his hand away and smiled as he watched her ass stick out shamefully. He stood up and faced Tim, bringing his wet fingers to Tim's lips. "Taste My slut, lick My fingers clean. This is as close to her pussy as you're going to get." "Fuck you, I'm not gonna lick...hey!" Tim yelled in surprise as her Master smeared Mary's juices all over Tim's lips. Tim let go of Mary's hair to push the offending hand away from his face. "What the hell?" Tim grunted as her Master shoved him away from her. Tim's cock was abruptly torn away from Mary's mouth. "That's enough, Tim. You agreed to go along with what I said. If you can't follow My direction then it's time for you to leave." He grabbed Mary's arm and pulled her to her feet. "Fuck that! I'm not done, yet. You said..." "Oh, you're done all right, your purpose has been met. But you're not good enough to come in My slut's mouth or any other part of her body. I'm sure you can find your own bitch to get off with." He pulled Mary behind him and stared icily at Tim. Not being able to see anything, Mary felt a bit frightened, listening to the heated animosity between the two men. Tim backed down and cursed under his breath as he pulled his pants up. "You son of a bitch," Tim snarled as he pulled his pants up then slammed the door as he left the room. Mary's thoughts were in disarray. She felt dizzy, trembling with fear and excitement. She was awed that Tim had given in to her Master's will. His power was exhilarating. She wished she could have seen the expression on Tim's face, feeling some revenge for embarrassing her in the lounge. "I can't say I blame him for being pissed off, you do have such a beautiful mouth, mary." He pulled her through the bedroom into the bathroom. She heard the water running in the sink, then felt a glass pressed to her lips. "Here, wash your mouth out, get rid of his taste. I want you to taste only Me if I decide to let you suck my cock." She swished the water in her mouth then using her hand to find the sink she spat it out. "Take a drink, you'll feel better. While you're in here use the toilet, I don't want to be interrupted because you need to pee." Mary hesitated, listening for him to leave. But instead she heard the water in the sink running again. She realized he was not going to leave and sat down on the toilet, feeling awkward and disconcerted. When she was done he pulled her to her feet and she gasped in shock at the feel of a cold, wet washcloth roughly wiping her pussy. He led her into the bedroom and stopped her a few feet from the bed and sat down. He sat there for a few moments to gaze at her. He pictured her at work, unsuspecting, as he'd walked by her desk. Only a day ago he'd even spoken to her about a client and she had been her usual cheerful, professional self. It excited him to think of her unknowingly conversing with her Master, as he thought of her sucking his cock in her car. "From our talks and all that you've read I'm sure you understand what a safe word is. your safe word is red, if you need to slow down then say the word yellow. Remember that. I will not cease any action if you use the word stop. Now, take your dress off, I want to see what I'm playing with tonight." Mary hesitated. She felt discomfited as she was far from the svelte, model type and very self-conscious about her figure. She heard a soft sound, perhaps he had stood up and this compelled her to reach up and pull her dress straps over her shoulders and down her arms. She began to shiver with slight anxiety as she let the dress fall from her body to the floor. The room was cool and she felt the goosebumps rise on her skin. It was so quiet she wondered if he had taken a dislike to what he saw before him. But after several moments she felt his fingertips brush her erect nipples which sent chills through her. He cupped her heavy breasts in each of his hands and began to lick and kiss them in turn. She moaned and pushed against his mouth. "Don't move!" he admonished her. She gasped as she felt the hot sting of his hand slap her breast. He began to kiss and suck her breasts again purposely avoiding her hard, needy buds. She moaned and arched her back slightly willing her Master to suck her sensitive nipples. "When I tell you not to move I mean it," he whispered and she instantly stiffened with apprehension. He pulled away from her and picked up a crop from the nightstand. He quickly brought it down across the tops of both her breasts. Mary cried out and instinctively pulled her chest in and raised her hands in foolish response. This was all a little overwhelming. Earlier she'd felt tricked and humiliated that her Master had used Tim to set things into play. Now, her mind raced with doubt that she could truly handle what she had gotten herself into. She'd had a silly romantic notion of being a sub. Mary had mentally expected that pain was involved in the experience but was not quite prepared at the emotional response she was now feeling. Perhaps she was not meant to be a sub after all. Her confidence wavered as he brought the crop down again hitting her hands covering her tits. She shrieked as the sting burned across the backs of her soft hands. "Hands down, slut. you moved when told not to. you must learn that I require, demand, your obedience." As she hesitantly relented and lowered her hands he swatted the side of one breast then the other in quick succession. She hissed through her teeth as she strained to stay upright and still, feeling the burning in her round, fleshy tits. She suddenly realized her pussy was twitching and her juices were seeping freely. He continued striking her breasts, laying criss-crossed stripes of scarlet across her pale flesh. Her gasps and grunts came hard with each impact and her breasts burned painfully, at first. She slowly discerned the stinging blows were melting into an exquisite pleasure, especially when he struck her hardened nipples. She felt herself sinking into the erotic pain, absorbing it, feeling it flow throughout her body. Mary felt a little confused as her mind still tried to deny the lascivious reaction her body was going through. She had not even noticed that she'd pushed her breasts forward making his target that much easier. When he stopped she couldn't help her disappointment as her pussy throbbed between her damp thighs. "Oh, you liked that, didn't you My slut. your tits look so beautiful with My marks." He paused to admire his work as he enjoyed her reaction reaching down to find her cunt dripping wet. Then he grabbed one breast and pulled it up to his mouth sucking hard on her abused nipples. She shrieked and nearly came right then, shocked by the violently electric sensations zipping from her tits to her clit. But her climax was interrupted as he grabbed her arm and jerked her forward causing her to stumble and fall face down onto the bed. He yanked her arms above her head and quickly tied her wrists together with a leather strap. "Now, what shall I do with you?" he taunted her. Mary groaned as her cunt throbbed. She almost felt ashamed as all she could think of was her desperate need to come. She nearly giggled with the delirious thought of how this was what it must feel like for a man with so-called blue balls. She screamed in outrage as his hand soundly connected with her plump, round ass. She had fully anticipated feeling his cock shoved deeply inside her and raised her ass up to invite him into her. "How shall you please your Master tonight?" he growled. Instead of his cock in her pussy she felt his hand come down on her ass as he spanked her hard, again. She wailed at the insult to her tender bottom. She screeched as he continued to spank her, first on one cheek then the other, with fast, well aimed slaps. She wriggled against the mattress trying to move away and her legs widened apart for a moment. In that instant his hand landed solidly on her pussy and she squealed, close to coming again. "I'm going to come!" she cried as she felt herself on the very brink of release. "Not without my permission, bitch. Hold it!" he sternly warned. Mary's muscles in her pussy and thighs pulled in and she stiffened trying to stop the fiery orgasm nearly bursting from within her straining cunt. "Look at you, struggling, needing, desperate. I like you like this, wanting so badly." He was breathing hard with excitement. His slut's reactions were more than he'd even anticipated as he felt her juices smeared on his palm and watched her trembling body. "Tell me, how will you please your Master?" he said as he slid his finger all around her drenched pussy lips. "Oh, god. Please? Please!" Mary cried out as she wiggled her hips to help his probing fingers toward her engorged clit. Then she felt his fingertip simply rest lightly against her aching nub and she thought she would go mad! She was ready to explode just with that gentle touch while her ass and tits burned from his punishing attentions. "Please let me come, Master. Please!" she managed to sputter in frustration as she pushed her face into the bed. He quickly rolled her over and grabbed her hips roughly pushing her back to lie across the bed. He gazed at her admiring her pale flesh, her full breasts, her wet cunt displayed as she automatically spread her legs in wanton expectation. His cock twitched up and down hungry to impale her juicy pussy and fuck her hard. Yet he held himself back keeping control as he reached to the nightstand and picked up the flogger. The weight of it felt good in his hand and he traced the tips of the leather ribbons across her belly and tits. He tickled her armpits and the sensitive skin of the insides of her upper arms. She giggled and squirmed and started to speak when her words were cut off by the forceful thwack of the flogger across her huge tits. She grunted hard as the heavy, stinging sensations invaded her body. He struck her again, the leather strips landing partially on her breasts but mostly on her abdomen. She gasped but remained silent trying to make sense of how the pain felt hot but so sweet. "Each time you feel that, slut, you will tell me 'thank you Master, may i have another." He did not give her time to collect her thoughts and feelings as he struck her again then paused for a moment to hear her utter those words of submission. When all he heard was her whisper, "Oh, no, no," he whipped her inner thighs and she screamed the words he'd commanded from her. She received a steady stream of whacks to her breasts, belly and inner thighs. With each strike he was satisfied with the sound of her voice, sometimes breathless, sometimes growling with pain proclaiming the words, "Thank you Master, may i have another!" When the ribbons of leather made connection with her glistening pussy she would buck her hips up and whimper for him to stop but never release the safe word from her lips. He was thrilled with her strength and submission. He had not expected her to be able to take so much for her first time. "you are a hot little bitch, aren't you?" He dropped the flogger to the floor and knelt beside the bed pulling her toward him. When she felt his tongue licking her pussy lips she jerked and cried out. "Oh, please, i need to come!" she sobbed and writhed against his mouth. Yet he continued to torment her, nibbling her, delving his tongue between her lips. He grinned at how wet she was, at how sweet she tasted. Her pussy was extremely sensitive after feeling the flogger whip against her supple, swollen lips. "Oh, i don't think i can stop it!" she screamed and he immediately pulled away from her reaching up to swat her breast hard with his hand. The Making of Mary Ch. 05 "Stay focused, slut. You may only come when I give you permission." He buried his mouth in her pussy. Her succulent flesh felt so ripe he could barely contain himself! He reached down and stroked his rock hard cock feeling his precum oozing out and spread it up and down his shaft. He felt her stiffen, straining to contain her orgasm. He stood and pulled her legs up and over his shoulders holding the tip of his rod against her juicy hole. "you want to feel my cock inside you, don't you. you nasty slut, you want me to fuck you, don't you?" "Yes!" her voice was high pitched as she pushed forward to suck him into her cunt. "Yes, what?" he primed her. "Yes, please fuck me with your beautiful cock!" She was panting and feeling crazed, wanting him so badly. As she felt the head of his shaft slip just inside her hole she growled and thrust her hips up. She was rewarded with the feel of his thick knob slowly descending into her depths finally resting against her cervix. "Fuck me!" she screamed as she pushed harder against him. He gave in to his own raging desire and pulled out only to quickly ram back in. He smoothly rocked his hips back and forth feeling her tight cunt drenching his thick, long staff. Feeling the smooth, tight walls of her pussy wrapped around his cock he transcended into a frenzy of banging hard against her. "you fucking whore, you feel so damn good," he groaned as he pounded his shaft in and out of her. Suddenly he yanked his cock from her hot pussy and quickly climbed on the bed beside her. Grabbing her hair he forced her head back and shoved his cock into her mouth and reached down to finger her clit. "Suck me bitch, I'm going to cum in your mouth and I want to feel you come, too!" As he fucked her mouth she frantically sucked him, swirling her tongue around his shaft. He felt his balls tighten and he pushed deeper, jabbing the back of her throat with his swollen head. Feeling her throat reflexively gag around his engorged head he yelled, "Now!" and felt his hot cum burst from his cock. She screamed around his thick shaft. She had never swallowed and feeling his cum shoot against her throat sent her over the edge as his fingertips furiously manipulated her engorged clit. Tasting her pussy juices, his slick cum spurting into her throat, and feeling his fingers whipping across her clit sent her spiraling beyond control. The intensity of her orgasm overwhelmed her, causing her body to buck and jerk involuntarily. Her orgasm gripped her and rolled through her with such heat and strength she felt swept away with fervent ecstasy. Even after his cock stopped jerking in her mouth her body continued to lurch and quiver under the touch of his expert fingers for several minutes. Finally he fell on the bed next to her, breathing hard while his fingers rested on her pussy. He enjoyed feeling her lips twitching against his hand as he listened to her gasping for breath. "Oh, mary, you are a good slut, so sweet and willing. What a good girl you are," he whispered as his breathing slowed to normal. "I'm going to enjoy training you," he softly laughed. "Yes, please. Don't stop," she whispered. She smiled to herself realizing being a sub was what she truly wanted, what she needed. She had never felt so fulfilled as now, submitting to her Master. As she lay there, her body virtually humming in the afterglow, any doubt she had earlier had vanished about being a submissive. She truly understood and accepted that need.