4 comments/ 38338 views/ 1 favorites Training of Melissa Ch. 01 By: SEVERUSMAX Melissa punched in as usual for her day job, yawning in spite of the energy drinks that she guzzled to stay alert. Her other profession was an open secret, but as long as it didn't interfere with her performance at this one, none of her supervisors would take any notice of it. She was popular with many of her colleagues, after all. There were exceptions, of course. Crystal, for example, hated Melissa. She viewed blondes like her as the deadly enemy of the rest of womankind. Heather had a secret crush on Melissa and resented her for not sharing it. That Melissa wasn't a mind reader failed to occur to the forty year old brunette. Finally, there was Trudy, a rather strict Mormon lady who simply viewed Melissa as morally inferior. That didn't count the men, but few of them had any issues with Melissa. The only one who seemed to expressed little or no interest in her was Frank, a new agent with a stocky build, but a rather nice bulge that easily showed through his pants. He looked rather ethnic, which was fine with her, since it gave him a natural tan and dark, curly hair. He also seemed quite willing to flirt with other women, which hurt her pride a bit. She let it go for a while, but one day she passed him in the hallway and caught him admiring her ass. She knew then that he found her physically attractive, so there had to be another reason. She decided right then that she would confront him at last. The opportunity came in a bar right after work, on a rare night that she was off. "Frank, sweetie, can I ask you question?" Melissa asked him in her Brooklyn accent. "I think that you just did. Besides, it's 'may I ask you a question'," he corrected her grammar. "Oh, an English teacher, are you?" she shot back, though a little impressed in spite of herself. "History teacher, in a past life. It got old, dealing with mouthy kids and a disciplinary system out of Dr. Spock. It was Hell on Earth, at least for me. Don't parents ever spank their kids anymore, or even backhand them? My old man would have kicked me into next year for some of their attitudes," Frank grimaced. "How old are you?" she asked him, getting curious. "Thirty-five, I think. Sometimes, I feel like I'm a hundred. That's three questions you've asked me now, and I doubt any of them is the one tormenting you," Frank grinned at her, since he had a pretty good idea of the real inquiry on her mind. "How perceptive of you. Yeah, I just want to know why you're not acting on your lust. I can tell that you're a red-blooded guy like everyone else. You clearly enjoy looking at my ass. What's wrong, then? Why don't you flirt or hit on me like the other guys? It hurts my feelings, to be blunt. What do you have against me?" Melissa whined. "No, it hurts your ego. This isn't about love or other mushy stuff. You like being queen bee, having all of the drones chase you. What happens to the poor schmucks after they show too much interest? Are you the sort to dangle three or four guys on a string, while you already have a boyfriend? If so, do you cheat on him or just mess with the poor fools' heads? "I don't have time for mind games. I've waited to see you in action before I fall for your little cat-and-mouse stuff. For that matter, are you single and simply playing the field? That would be the most scenario from my point of view. You want candor, fine, let's be straight with each other. Which is it?" Frank demanded. "Wow, that's rather 'frank' of you. Okay, you got me. I'm a single woman who just wants to have a good time. Is that a crime or are you a hypocrite? Or is it just that you hate to be jerked around? Fair enough, but I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm just flirting with men. I admit that I like guys a lot. You're fun. I don't make any promises, at least not on purpose. "Most of these guys are married, though to be brutally honest, that wouldn't stop me if I liked them enough. Hell, if I wanted a guy that much, even having a boyfriend wouldn't necessarily stop me. It's a cheating, but I'm only human, right? With most of them, it won't go any further than flirting, for the same reason that most guests at my other workplace get nothing more than a lap dance. "It's attitude. I like it in guys. Not bravado, machismo, or trash talk. I mean things like brooding intensity, smoldering lust, stubbornness, and a certain sense of purpose. Most men these days are gutless. Feel free to blame the women's libbers. I do. They started well, freeing us ladies from stifling rules, but they neutered most guys somewhere down the line. They should have quit while they were ahead, if you ask me," Melissa ranted, suddenly realizing it and giving Frank an "oops" look that disarmed him. "So, you're a maneater, but you're upfront about it. I can live with that. I even respect it. The cheating's a human weakness, mostly caused by society being sick and trying to force monogamy on a species of horny primates. That's true for both sexes. Double standards are stupid, though even I've been guilty of them now and then. "My main failing is a suspicious and mistrustful nature. I see a lot of women who cheat on guys and then get all outraged when the man gets some of his own. There's a lot of that 'two wrongs don't make a right' platitude coming out of their mouths in a hurry. I have a different cliché that makes sense to me, namely, 'Turnabout's fair play.' This makes me a little jaded about women, I suppose. "I believe in fairness, especially in a world that isn't fair. That one always gets me, because it's used as an excuse or a way to convince someone to put up with injustice. It's bullshit, as are many truisms trotted out whenever people find them useful or just want to sound deep. Most folks wouldn't know profundity if it bit 'em on the ass. "Some of the parents I dealt with in the PTA meetings were real buffoons. Then again, so were most of my colleagues. It was just a job to them. There were a handful of us who actually gave a damn, but the rest of them were long since caught up in that tenure garbage. Once you had tenure, you didn't have to care about your job at all or do anything but go through the motions. Those teachers' unions are full of pencil-pushers who just want more perks and privileges, at the expense of the kids. "So, what about you? How did you end up moonlighting as a stripper? Not that I mind. It's not my scene, because there's not enough bang for the buck. Sorry, that's just how I feel about it. I'm not judging, since a lot of guys find you to be of service. That's their deal. To each his own. I guess I'm something of a grouch at times. That's just me. I have an attitude, as you put it, so sue me," Frank finished his second Guinness of the night. "I'll buy you the next ale if you keep talking. I'm starting to really like you, Frank. Not just because I think that you could fuck me all night long, though that's the impression that I get. It comes back to the attitude. I don't blame you for thinking that way about striptease. Probably more guys feel that way than you know. I'm personally glad that more don't, since that would be bad for business. "I agree with you about the fairness and fidelity issues, not to mention all of those cute cliches. They get old after a while. I get that we girls are sometimes hypocrites, too. Another flaw. On the other hand, so is the guy who knows that I'm a stripper when he meets me and suddenly wants me to change jobs. It's okay for him to keep patronizing the gentleman's clubs, but not okay for me to work there. I've had that happen to me more than once. "That's why I'm single this time. Joey never figured out that if he could look, so could I. I wasn't cheating on him, at least not at first. At the end, I did, but that's because I felt trapped and wanted to escape. I got my wish, when he caught me with three of his buddies. Okay, so I'm a slut. I really have no business swearing off other men. I think that I should let the next guy know upfront that jealousy's a deal-breaker. I don't really care if he fools around, as long as he doesn't expect me to wait at home for him. I'll be out getting some strange tail myself, not out of spite, just because I'm wild and I have needs. "What I really want is a man who won't see me as just another stupid tramp, but as 'his slut'. By that I mean that he has his way with me, lets his buddies have their turn, and if he needs another girl, he just fucks her and doesn't apologize or make excuses for it. He also needs to take charge in the bedroom. I seem to be a magnet for guys who freak out when I talk about whips and bondage. They don't even wait to find out which one of us would be tied up. They just turn and run away. Vanilla guys are such bores. Yeah, I'm rather kinky. I like the whole BDSM scene. What are your views on that?" Melissa got out her purse and asked the bartender to get each of them a Guinness. "So, you're kinky, slutty, and you can hold your liquor! Not a bad start. Here I thought that you were just a tease or a hypocrite. As it happens, I'm looking for two slave girls. By that, I mean willing sex slaves, not women I've raped and abducted. I might borrow another man's slut now and then, but I want that to be an occasional thing. It would be nice to have someone to offer as repayment for a night or two. Someone willing to be a party favor. "As it is, I can't go to some leather clubs, because I don't have a slave or two yet. They require masters and mistresses to bring our own slaves. Most importantly, it would be nice to come home to a nice, clean place and two sexy women eager to suck my cock and bend over for me. If they don't mind popping out a baby or two, that would be nice as well. "Want to sign up on a trial basis? We can find out if we're compatible or not. After say a week or month, we can decide if we both want to continue for longer. I promise to not to talk about your fetishes if you agree to the same. Obviously, this early on, you'd want to keep your day job. It might be fun anyway to work together and know that no one else has a clue about us being master and slave. We could even sell some insurance together," Frank smiled at her for a change as he drank the Guinness she bought him. "Well, I could certainly use the sex. I get the feeling that in this game of 'cat and mouse', you're the cat. That's fine with me, since it would be a nice change to let someone else worry about making the decisions. I have enough stress in my life for sure. I'd love to relax and just do as I'm told. That's part of the appeal of submission to me. The other is just the danger. I don't know if that makes sense to you, but I like to put my life into someone else's hands and trust that they won't kill me. BDSM won't make me feel trapped. Jealous boyfriends do that," Melissa proved that she was no lightweight with her own Guinness. "Why don't we pay up, get a cab, and give it a shot while we're not too drunk to enjoy it?" Frank proposed. "I'm game for that. Here, bartender. Keep the change. Your place or mine?" Melissa paid the tab and got out her cell to call a taxi. "Mine. I want to try out some equipment. I'll understand if you decline it, but I think that you might surprise both of us with your openness," Frank suggested. "It's a deal. Maybe we should set a safe word. How about 'wiseguy', since you remind me of one. Are you Italian?" she wondered as they waited for the cabbie. "Half-Italian, half-Irish. The green eyes are from Mom. Her maiden name was Corcoran. Dad was Frank Santino, Sr. Both of them were killed in a fire ages ago. Arson, to be exact. Some sick motherfucker who thought that it was cool to burn places down. They gave him the needle last year, the asshole. I personally watched it, too. I hope that he likes the fire where he is now. Old Nick had a nice one waiting for him, I'm sure. Sorry, I'm lapsed, but sometimes the Catholic in me still comes out. Blame Mom for that more than Dad. True Boston Irish, down to the regular Mass and a stint as an altar boy at her insistence. What about you?" Frank recalled. "Also half, but the other half is Jewish. Typical Brooklyn mix. I was raised Catholic per Dad's demand, until Mom got fed up with his drinking and left him. She started taking me to temple. I was all mixed up for years, at least until I realized that people are still people. Church or synagogue, it makes no difference in the long run. Dad wasn't any more right or wrong than Mom. He just wasn't as keen on sobriety. He cut back later, though I helped him by taking some of his booze for myself. "Mom wasn't too thrilled about that. She slapped me around for stuff like that a time or two. I finally stormed out at eighteen and went to Cali for a while. I spent two years trying to get into acting before I wised up. Mom wouldn't take me back, but Dad did. He wasn't nearly as devout by then. Mom then got jealous and I told them that they needed to stop fighting and work things out. "Their divorce was never finalized, since Dad was still a little Catholic and Mom didn't like any guys enough to date them for long. The reconciliation was imminent when Mom found out that Dad had a better handle on the booze. Apparently, her few flings after the separation weren't half as good as Dad, which I learned to my fascination when I overheard them fucking. Yeah, I know, most daughters would be grossed out, but not me. Ah, here's our taxi," Melissa announced. "Wiseguy it is. Let's go," Frank pulled her up, joined her in the cab, and gave the driver the directions to his house. "How can you afford this place with your income?" Melissa asked him in surprise when they arrived and paid the cabbie. "Uncle Lou, Dad's brother. Died of AIDS last year and left it to me. Aunt Erica was a real tramp of the worst kind and gave him a few presents, including two kids that weren't really his. He cut them out of his will and made me his sole heir. They took after their mother, so I don't feel bad about it. I just miss Uncle Lou. He was a great guy. Granted, he wasn't the poster boy for fidelity, but he had more class than her. I'm pretty sure that one of her lovers gave it to her, and then she gave it to him. It's women like her that give me a jaundiced view," Frank elaborated. "I can see that. So, how about tying me up and taking your rage at my sex out on me? I promise not to fight you and I'll try to hold off on the safe word until I have no other choice. I'm eager to see this 'equipment' of yours," Melissa encouraged him. "Very well, you asked for it, slut," Frank warned her, as he led her to his "dungeon", which was still a work in progress. "Take off your blouse and bra," he instructed her, as she took in the dungeon that he built in Cousin Phil's old room. "Yes, Master," she complied with a wink, using her expertise as a stripper to make the most of disrobing. "Excellent work and plenty of creativity. Guess that comes with your night job. Now, take off your shoes, slacks, and panties. I want you naked from head to toe for this. Yes, there will be a lot of discipline, but I will also fuck you, of course. It will be kind of rough, though," Frank directed his new slave. "Thank you, Master," Melissa made it clear that she ached for his dominance, as she continued her striptease. "Alright, the first step is a good, sound bare-bottom spanking. I will enjoy this a lot, as will you. Turn over my knee," Frank said as he sat down. "Please do, Master," she told him as she put herself in the path of his hands. Melissa loved spanking and considered it one of the most sensual acts of bondage. There was something about the contact of hands to bottom that excited her. Frank's hands were a little rough, but he was a man who had been a lot in his life. If anything, the extra discomfort and the reminder that this was no wimp enhanced her pleasure. She creamed herself without any real warning, her thighs becoming slippery with her juice. "You're very wet, aren't you? I think that you need a turn in the pillory. I paid well for this relic of the Puritan days. It's more of a replica, actually, but it works. The real McCoy would be unstable from age by now," Frank informed his slut, who felt her body tremble with both fear and lust at once. "I'm very wet, as you say, Master. I'll be very good and submit to the pillory for you. Please fuck me in it, Master," Melissa begged him, as her pussy gave off the pleasing scent of her earlier orgasm. "Oh, I will, slave, but first comes the discipline," he grinned as he locked her into the pillory. Frank then brought about his flogger and started lashing Melissa's exposed body with it. She wept and winced from the agony, but she didn't say her safe word. Her body also convulsed with another climax from about the twentieth stroke of the lash. It stung her flesh, but that only excited her more. Again and again, he scourged her, much to her ecstasy. She couldn't keep a good count, since it seemed to never end. The flogger hit every section of her body and her skin was crimson everywhere. She didn't bleed, but she bruised here or there, as the whip struck her repeatedly and mercilessly. It was more hard-core than she expected for the first time, but she craved more with each kiss of the lash. Frank didn't warn Melissa before he started putting lube on her ass. He clearly wanted to test her limits a bit, which was fine with her. It hurt like hell, but she wanted to know her capacity for pain as well. She also knew that he wanted to make it clear he was the boss. At any moment, she could speak the safe word and he would stop. She refused to do so, her chief motive lying between her legs as she came several times from the flogging. The reality of a hard cock inside Melissa's ass might have been too much for another girl. It was too much, but in a good way. She came yet again, the power of the dick sodomizing her being a turn-on of a different kind. She was now taken, ravaged, and plundered. She was unmistakably Frank's slut, at least at the moment. She felt as if she had no secrets from him now, nothing that didn't belong to this guy. He literally knew her inside and out. She bit her lip from the pain, but she also leaked everywhere from her climax. It was the greatest, most earth-shattering, messiest orgasm ever for her. "Ready to say the safe word, Missy?" Frank challenged her, knowing the answer, of course. Melissa always hated being called "Missy", yet she didn't object this time. This time, it seemed an endearment, not a condescending nickname. She shook all over her body, yet she knew that it was because she had been owned and she loved it. She was ready to sign up for a year of this by now. She only hoped that he was interested in keeping her. She could seriously get used to serving this guy. Frank now exploded in Melissa's ass, withdrawing to leave a massive load that leaked down her taint to her pussy and even to her thighs. He took several photos with his camera, wishing to capture the sadistic beauty of the moment. Melissa knew that Frank now had leverage over her, but she like that fact. He wiped off his dick and the bottom half of her body with a wet washcloth. Unlocking the pillory and letting Melissa out, Frank helped her stagger to her feet. If she thought that she was safe now, she was wrong. He handcuffed her and stuck a vibrator in each hole, turning both of them on. He then approached her from the front and grabbed her hair to bring her closer to his cock. "Suck my dick, slut. I want to fuck your throat now. Don't worry, I'll get around to your pussy soon. For now, however, I want to feel your lips and tongue on my cock," Frank smiled at her as he made his demand. "With pleasure, Master. Fuck my mouth, please!" Melissa pleaded, feeling wet again at the very notion of servicing him that way. "That's the way to ask for it, Missy. Here it comes," he declared, as he shoved his cock between her lips and toward her throat. Training of Melissa Ch. 01 Melissa sucked Frank back as hard as he screwed her mouth. It was a furious, almost competitive, each of them doing their best on their end of things to get his dick into her throat. She soon gagged, but she recovered quickly and resumed the blowjob. She licked his cock from head to base this time, relishing the texture of it as she did so. She wanted very much to please her master, and this was one more way to do that. Soon, however, she was back to letting him use her mouth like a pussy. Frank didn't ask permission to cum in Melissa's mouth. He just shot off a second load into her throat, making sure that she swallowed as much of it as possible. He believed firmly that a true slave never resented gulping down her master's seed. She coughed a little, but she kept it down and gave him the most charming look of absolute worship afterward. He was just about to fall in this girl if that kind of thing continued. That didn't stop Frank from uncuffing Melissa and putting her in a different device, a quartet of manacles that suspended from the ceiling and floor. The vibrators in her holes stretched her already, but he now paddled her ass, pushing them deeper inside her and making her buttocks even sorer. Melissa whimpered, but still declined to use her safe word. She was as raw as she could be, or so it felt, but she loved the punishment and wouldn't give it up for a second. This was the life she always craved, from her early adolescence up to now. She came yet another time. When it didn't seem as if her bottom could sting any more or be any redder, Melissa felt Frank release her from the shackles and scoop her up into his arms. He took her to his shower and washed her sore flesh clean. Thankfully, her skin wasn't broken. She was bruised, however, and ready to collapse from the intensity of so many painful orgasms. He carried her to his bed and laid her down, holding her as she dozed off from exhaustion. Melissa awoke to a small hangover from the drinks (she had other stuff before the Guinness and the mix exacerbated things) and the smell of wonderful coffee. Climbing out of bed naked, she remembered that she was at Frank's place and he had his way with her the night before. A smile came to her face as she recalled how heavenly it felt to be his pain slut. He hadn't fucked her pussy, but she didn't care. She knew that would come soon enough. It was about more than sex. She trusted him and wanted to submit to his every whim. "Hey, Missy. How was your night? Not too bad of a hangover, I hope," Frank greeted Melissa with a French kiss that made her aware that he had grown attached to her over the evening session. Well, the feeling was mutual, so she didn't mind. "A minor one, that's all. I slept very well, in fact. How about you?" she gave him a kiss of her own, just as fierce as the one he planted on her. "It was fine. Sharing a bed with a certain babe who happens to sell insurance with me didn't hurt. Boy, our colleagues would be shocked, wouldn't they? They think that we can't stand each other. Here, have some cream and sugar. I've made some English muffins and hard-boiled eggs, too. Jam and real butter as well. People these days are so hung up on flavored coffees and lattes that they've forgotten real coffee," Frank grinned at her as he admired her nude body. "Thank you, Frank. You're a seriously good host. Not just sex and bondage, but coffee and a damned good breakfast, too. Simple, but nice. Do you have orange juice, too?" Melissa made a point of "thanking" him by pressing her breasts against his back. "Sorry, out this morning. Otherwise, I'd have included it. I was disappointed, too. Mostly in myself for overlooking things like that. Bad single guy habits and all. Buying groceries only when desperate and all. Here's some Excedrin, however," he said as he smeared butter and jam on her muffin. "Thank you, sir. You know, if you moved a certain colleague of yours into this place of yours, that wouldn't be a problem anymore. I could handle the shopping for us and we'd have a larger budget, too. Add your second slave and it would be even better. I just hope that she's willing to take orders. I can manage a household better for a guy than most women, I think. Besides, I'm not pure sub. I'm more of a switch. It would be fun to boss another woman around. We'd keep your bondage gear in good shape, your balls drained, your belly full, and your house in company order. "That, of course, is the scenario for if you and I become a more permanent thing. I know that's a bit of a first impression, but I like it here. I might very well opt for a longer contract after the month is up, if that's cool with you. I still think it's best to start at a month, though," Melissa winked at her co-worker. "You sound very optimistic about a possible extension. After a single night, too. I could be wrong, but I think that's a good sign for the future," Frank understated with a grin. "Hey, did you forget all of the times I came for you? Anyway, I'm quite serious. I want to belong to you for at least a month. During that month I can even stay here, if that's okay with you. It will give both of us an idea of what expect," she pressed the matter. "Okay, you can stay here during the month. We can find uses for your own house in the meantime, anyway. Regarding, the contract, we'll put the safe word in there and any other protections you deem necessary. There is a decent chance on my end of things that I might very well want to renew it, especially if you're as good as you were last night or as great as you've promised me," Frank agreed, smiling at this lovely blonde who had surprised him with her truly submissive ways. "The safe word is good, just in case things get out of hand. Everything else is unnecessary. I still have two jobs and plenty of independence at this point. I'll be perfectly fine and I'm confident that things will work out between us. We'll see, I guess. Let's go ahead and write it down, so I can sign it, baby," Melissa urged him as she drank her second cup of the fine coffee and ate another boiled egg. "I already did. Here it is," Frank presented her with the document, printed out rather well by his computer. It was clear that he planned for this contingency as of last night. That pleased her, since it showed considerable interest in keeping her around. A naturally curious woman (hence her decision to confront him and her willingness to experiment with being his slave for a month), Melissa perused the document with the same thorough gaze as she would an insurance policy that she prepared for a client. This paper was well-written, she thought, but it stipulated too much. As she told Frank, the safe word and her financial independence were plenty of security for her. She could always go home if things got out of hand. She altered it for a much shorter contract and handed it back to him. "I took the liberty of removing several guarantees, clauses, and waivers. You wrote this with the same precision that you use in your policies, but I don't require that. I appreciate the thought. It's very kind of you. As I said before, I'm fine with the most basic of protections. Can we reprint it, please, in the amended form, as if the eliminated clauses never existed?" Melissa urged Frank. Frank smiled and led Melissa to his computer, where they typed up and printed out the new trial slave contract that she requested. She beamed and kissed her new master as she signed it. The contract also incorporated a "non-retaliation clause" for Frank's own legal protection. The last thing that he needed was to be accused of rape, domestic violence, or sexual harassment for something that Melissa voluntarily accepted. "Okay, now you've done it, slave. You're mine for the next month. Your ass is mine. You're my slave now and I expect total obedience. Not that I won't treat you as a person, of course. You're a lovely young woman with a mind of your own. I'm very touched by your display of faith in me as of last night. You won't regret this. "Your first act as my slave is to call in sick today. I'm off anyway. You see, it's my birthday, and I have an agreement with the agency manager that lets me take my birthday off automatically. Yeah, the boss and I have a lot of secret understandings," Frank grinned enigmatically. Melissa smiled as she realized that the boss lady must have similar interests to Frank or possibly be in the underground bondage scene like him. That would explain why he never got in trouble for anything at all, not that he did anything major. Others had been written up for some of the same stuff, however, but never Frank. "Hey, Lacy, I'm not coming in today. I'm sick and need to take the day off," she told the manager, who stunned her by answering it herself. "This is Frank's home number. Are you with Frank Santino, Melissa? Tell me the truth," Lacy confronted her. "Yes, Lacy, I am. But I am sick, well, hungover, actually. It's just that... ," Melissa stammered suddenly. "Relax, Melissa. If you're with Frank, it's cool. Trust me, it's perfectly understandable. He probably told you to call in sick. We have a sweet deal, Frank and I. Works for both of us. He's not a regular agent. He's on the fast track for reasons that I won't cover, that's all I'll say. Go ahead and take the day off with pay and my blessing. Just don't ever bullshit me again. Is that clear?" Lacy insisted. "Crystal," Melissa told her, blushing at her own lie. Lacy had the knack of reviving one's conscience. "No, Crystal wouldn't get the time of day with Frank. She can dream on. If I know Frank, you're in for a rough day, but you'll probably love every minute of it. In fact, from now on, I'll assume that you're Frank's property and will treat you accordingly. I won't tell anyone, either, unless he wishes me to. Enjoy the day off, Melissa. You're such a lucky girl. "If things were different, I'd love to be in your place. As it is, this is strictly an office fling between manager and agent. He does things for me that I can't get as easily as a regular woman. I trust that you'll be as discreet as possible, but I'm a pre-op transsexual. I have a cock and balls. They still work, too. I like to fuck both sexes. He also rescued me from a horrible mistake of trusting the wrong Domme. "I have since learned that I am actually more of a Domme myself, though I submit now and then for variety, which is another thing that Frank arranges for me. He often brings his slaves of the moment to my bed for threesomes, which means that you'll get your chance to kiss my ass quite literally. I often want my piece of his action. That's our deal. Get used to wearing a strap-on, girl. I love a damn good pegging. See ya later. Until then, have fun and be a good pain slut for Frank," Lacy kissed her over the phone. "Holy smokes! Lacy's a tranny! I had no idea, Frank. I really didn't. Sorry, did I speak of turn?" Melissa reacted to the jolting information. "It's okay, dear. She no doubt told you about some of the kinky things that she enjoys. She's Domme in most ways, but she has an occasional submissive mood. She also likes getting fucked and returning the favor. Her favorite thing is a train, if you know what I mean. Yeah, we'll be calling on her in the very near future. You'll get to experience what it's like to do the fucking for a change. For now, however, I have other plans for you. Come with me, slave," Frank led her back to his dungeon. He bound Melissa again, this time in a "rape rack" that enabled him to easily fuck her pussy. She screamed in delight again as he pounded her cunt at last. She loved it, just as Lacy told her. She enjoyed being his helpless victim, receiving his dick inside her yet again. She thought about what he told her about having his baby. That didn't sound so bad, actually. She was only twenty-two, but her biological clock ticked, too. She wouldn't mind being one of two women having kids with Frank, if things continued beyond that month. She could share the pregnancy duties and dump of most of the less pleasant aspects on the bottom girl. Melissa soon creamed herself all over again. The absolute vulnerability of her position, being utterly at Frank's mercy, enthralled her. She could have stayed in that rape rack for an hour and been perfectly happy. Beyond that, of course, her muscles would atrophy. She knew that Frank wouldn't do that to her, even if he was very pissed at her. At the moment, he was actually in a rather friendly mood for a Dom. The day had just barely begun, but Melissa now knew that it was the happiest day ever. She still thought that, even as Frank bent her over a desk and paddled her once more. She would be very sore by noon, especially on her cheeks, but she knew that it would be worth it. She belonged to Frank and that was what counted. She was free to serve him for at least a month. The rest would fall into place.