4 comments/ 14138 views/ 5 favorites Tulip By: JenniferGreen Chapter 1 I was an unremarkable girl in every way, not the brightest or prettiest in school, not the most athletic, nor the most creative or ambitious. However there is one thing that did set me apart. I've had an insatiable, wild libido since I was young that, although it gets me into scrapes from time to time, has given me a gold mine of pleasure and adventure my entire life. Ever since I was a girl I would secretly explore my own body, knowing that despite what society told me, there was something magical and powerful between my legs, and I was determined to fearlessly experience it. I had a fairly permissive upbringing, my parents divorced when I was in my twenties, and I have one older brother who is a cop. My mother was very supportive and let me more or less do my own thing unless I got into trouble, which was not often. I was an above average student and attended junior college after high school, studying accounting and worked as a bookkeeper in a small sized firm downtown. I live in West Los Angeles, and have never married. I have a small apartment in a middle-class area, and have one cat. My nickname, Turnip was given to me as a child because I never liked to eat my vegetables, and it just sort of stuck. My first sexual experience came when I was around ten. I had some neighborhood friends who liked to play a bit rough, and one afternoon in the summer one of the older boys tied me to a tree. This was not unusual, our kids were kind of rowdy in the area, and I often avoided them if I could. However, perhaps this one boy sensed something about me others did not. It was an unusual experience being tied in public like that, and I soon had an odd feeling between my legs, not unlike those that I had late at night when my fingers explored my body. I realized I was getting aroused by being tied there helplessly to the tree. The older boy ran off after awhile, leaving me there alone, feeling very vulnerable but also feeling turned on, which was an odd combination. Fortunately one of my friends came along and untied me, and nothing was further was said about the incident. Then when I was a junior in high school I got my first taste of a real sexual encounter. I was doing fine in school but did not stand out in any way and only had a few friends. There was a senior who I was rather fond of, but other than staring at him every chance I got, I was far too shy to talk to him. However, one of my friends noticed I watched him incessantly, and teased me about it in front of him one day in the hall. I blushed bright red, but a couple of days later he asked me to go for a drive with him after school the next day. I was thrilled, nervous, scared and said yes right away. The next morning I dressed very nicely in my cutest clothes, did my hair and tried to look as appealing as possible. He picked me up after school that day and drove us to a nearby deserted park. He had a couple of beers with him, and gave me one while he parked in the empty lot. I accepted it, trying very hard not to look like a kid. He talked to me a little first, asking me this and that, and then he put his arms around me and kissed me deeply. I was in heaven, trying very much to look as grown up as possible, hoping he would see me as not just a kid. He kissed me so well; he must have had a fair amount of experience with girls. Then his hands began to unbutton my blouse. He spoke gently to me, very kindly, and just said just let me touch you, I won't do anything. He gently kissed and fondled my breasts, and I loved it, and felt a familiar tingle between my legs. I started to moan, and we began seeing each other regularly. He would pick me up about once a week after school and we would go to the park. Eventually I was introduced to oral sex, and then one afternoon a few weeks later he deflowered me, very gently and sweetly, and used a condom. I was feeling very adult and grown up. He was the perfect gentleman to me, and it was a wonderful introduction to lovemaking. Unfortunately he went off to college soon afterward, and I missed him terribly. I dated a few other boys in high school, although he was the only one who made love with me. There were the usual fumbles in the dark and necking, but there was no one else until I met Jesse when I was nineteen in junior college in Los Angeles. Jesse was a Latin American boy who was attending the same junior college. He was studying business and was full of fun and life, and quite popular. I don't really know how we hooked up except to say opposites do attract. I was more quiet and reserved and he always seemed to have lots of friends and energy. He was very handsome, with dark hair and eyes, and possessed a very engaging, charismatic personality. He asked me out and we went to the movies and then asked if he could come back to my place. At that time I had a small apartment near school, and lived alone. I invited him in, he had a bottle of wine and we shared it. We talked for a while, and then he made his move. He was surprised that I wasn't a virgin, but not taken aback. He made love to me very tenderly and gently, and I was very happy to have him in my life. We started hanging out together, we never spoke of the nature of our relationship, but I supposed I was his girlfriend but was too shy to bring it up. I would see him whenever he asked, he was quite busy with school and his job, but soon he began spending more time with me and we always made love in the most pleasurable way. We went on like that for several months, then he graduated and moved away. I was very sad to see him go, and went into a slump, not going out much, just going to my classes and working part-time in an office. Chapter 2 Then one day about a year later I was waiting at the bus stop and a car pulled up. Normally I would never get into a stranger's car, but this man was very handsome, with dark black curly hair, a tan face, tall with a medium build, late thirties, and drove a black BMW. Something about him told me it would be OK. My mother would be freaked but he just said he would drop me off wherever I wanted to go. I got in, and he started talking very nicely to me, asking me about my life and what I was up to. He asked if I wanted to get some coffee, and to my surprise I said yes. We talked at the coffee shop, and I was very flattered by his attention, and gave him my number. Steven said he would call me soon and he did, the next day. He asked me out to dinner and took me to a very nice foreign restaurant downtown. We both had a few glasses of wine, and then in his car after dinner he made a pass at me. I kissed him back, I was very attracted to him, and he said he would like to see me again the next night. This went on for a few nights until we got very well acquainted. He asked if I was drug and disease free and I said yes, and he said he was healthy also. Then he said something on our fourth night together rather unexpected. He said he was sexually attracted to younger, submissive women and asked if I've ever experimented with anything like that. I said no, I'd read some things on-line about it but never tried it. He said that was fine, and asked if I was interested in exploring that with him. I said I was, I would have said anything to keep him around, and he said OK I'll pick you up tomorrow night and we'll talk more about this. I said OK, he dropped me off, kissed me at my door and I waited impatiently for the next night to come. The following night he picked me up and said we were going to his place for dinner. I said OK and we drove to a nice part of town, he lived alone in a beautifully designed house. Everything was going along as usual on a date, but in the middle of dinner, he casually mentioned that tonight he was going to whip me and then he would expect me to orally service him. I blushed and nodded, pretending I knew what the hell that was all about, and sure enough, when dinner was over, he asked me to come to his bedroom and bring our wine. I did as I was told, the lights were turned down low and there was a chair in the bedroom and he asked me to undress completely and lean over it. At this point I was very nervous, scared, but very excited, but somehow found the nerve to do what he said. He came over to me, and lightly brushed my ass and admired my legs and body. Then I suddenly felt his whip on my backside. I squirmed, startled, it was very hard, much harder than I expected, and stung but then I found myself becoming very aroused. He touched me softly again, saying how pretty I looked there, and then swack, again struck me fairly hard, several times. It hurt, but the same odd result, I became very turned on. He said, good and then unzipped his pants, took off his clothes and lay on the bed, and told me to suck him. I did, as best I could, and he took my face and pushed it further down his cock than I was used to. He literally fucked my face, holding my shoulders and forcing his cock deep inside my mouth and throat. Then he came deep inside my mouth, and I was told to swallow it completely. I did, my head was spinning at that point with arousal and confusion, my bottom still smarted, and he came inside my mouth hard. At that point he got up, told me to get dressed and he took a quick shower. He took me home without a word, although I was very confused, aroused, scared, and my ass still smarted a little. When he dropped me off he just said you did very well tonight, and he would see me again soon. At this point I was totally confused. I really was smitten with him, but wondered where this would all lead. Was I submissive enough for him? Is that what he wanted from me? Could I handle this? I read some more about dominance and submission on-line that night, getting very interested and turned on as I did, and went to sleep fitfully. I didn't hear a word from Steven for three days. Then on Saturday night, quite late, I was home watching TV and eating a late dinner and having a beer. He said he wanted to go out dancing that night, and he would pick me up in 15 minutes. I started to protest, but then thought, no, that's what he wants, he's the boss. He was there in a few minutes but had texted me to not wear underwear and have something very sexy on when he saw me. I wore a black miniskirt, white sheer top, and no underwear as he requested. I had some black high heels on, and when he picked me up he said I looked very pretty. He told me tonight we were going dancing, but first he was going to take me to his place and shave my pussy. I started to protest, I had never done that before, but held my tongue. We went to his house, and he told me rather shortly to undress and lay on his bed on my back with my legs spread. I did, feeling like a common whore, and soon he came in with some scissors, a razor and towel. He very gently and erotically trimmed and shaved my entire pussy, and then showed me in the mirror how pretty I looked afterward. I had to admit it was very beautiful, and said thank you, and I promised to keep it neatly shaved for him. He said good girl and then told me to orally serve him and then he might fuck me if I did it well enough to please him. Naturally I sucked him like crazy, and he eventually turned me over on my knees and fucked me doggy style rather roughly. There were mirrors over his bed and on his bedroom wall and we could both see very clearly what was going on. I felt very sexy, hot, embarrassed and somewhat afraid of my feelings that were so intense for him. Where would this lead me? Was I losing control? Was I losing my mind? Eventually we both came hard, and he asked me to lick him clean afterward, which I did, but didn't permit me to clean myself off. Then he allowed me to get dressed and we went out to a late nightclub. At the club we both had some drinks and danced to the music, which was jazzy and sensual. Then he started to talk to me about our relationship, where it was going. He told me he was training me to be his sexual slave, he wanted to own me. If I was successfully trained, he would be in complete control of my body, and I would be given a collar to signify his complete possession. Of course he would expect me to keep working and going to school, but when we were together, I would serve him without hesitation, and learn to take anything he wished to give me, either painful or pleasurable. He asked if this is something I wanted to keep exploring. I said yes, although admitted I was a very nervous, but he held me and said he would take care of me and not do anything that was beyond my capacity to handle. He expected me to not see anyone else sexually, although he was free to see anyone else if he wished, although he mentioned he was usually interested in just one submissive at a time. I said I would try it and see what happens and he said that would be fine. Then we danced some more, had another drink and then he dropped me off at my place quite late. I didn't hear from him again for a few days, and although it was painful and I missed him, I knew somehow that that was part of his game. A few days later, he told me we were going to begin my training in earnest. I was to do exactly what he said, to the best of my ability, and if there was something that I found too difficult or past my limits, I was to use my safe word, which we agreed would be tomato. He told me to be ready by 8:00, we would be going to a BDSM club, where I would be able to enjoy and experience more of this lifestyle. I waited impatiently for him at my apartment that night, he was a few minutes late, and when he picked me up he said we were going to his place first. We got there, and there were some clothes he wanted me to put on, and we had a glass of wine. He had laid out for me high black stiletto heels, black stockings, an extremely short black leather miniskirt, and a tight red top that was very sheer. No underwear. He also said I was to not speak unless spoken to, and I agreed by nodding my head. We got to the club, which was some distance way, and had another drink. While we were at the club, he said tonight we would just be watching, and not participating. He wanted me to see firsthand what other D/s relationships were about, and to make sure this is what I wanted. It was very dark in the club, the music was loud and pounding, and there were lots of people milling around. Most of the women and some men were scantily dressed, and some wore collars, some were handcuffed. There was one women over in a dark corner who was naked and tied to a large wooden cross, spread-eagled, and an older woman was publicly whipping her as a small group watched. Steven allowed me to watch this for a while. I was shocked and also turned on, and he whispered in my ear at one point, "would you like to be her?" I could see how aroused and excited she was, but also could feel the pain and shame of her public whipping. It made me scared and excited to know that he likely would be doing that to me some day. Then we went to another dark area where a naked man in a collar was on his knees orally servicing a woman. She would tell him exactly what to do, and he followed her commands to the letter, obviously relishing the experience. She then spanked him and verbally insulted him, and he was very excited, and visibly aroused, but she told him not to touch himself. You could see his struggle, he was so turned on but unable to cum. Steven explained to me that that is a very important part of a D/s relationship. I was to cum only when He gave me permission, otherwise not touch myself. I nodded and said yes Sir. We watched for a while longer, and from time to time he spoke to some of his friends that stopped by. He never introduced me, but I could feel their eyes on me, appraising me, and they would sometimes murmur their congratulations or comment to him about me. Toward the end of the evening he asked me to pull my blouse up, exposing my breasts, and walk around the club with him. I did, feeling my face blush bright red, feeling the strangers' eyes on me, and Steven then reached over, kissed me deeply and powerfully, and pinched my breasts painfully but very pleasurably too. I melted in his arms and knew I was His. Then he said button up, we're going home. I actually didn't want to leave; I was having fun but was also nervous and scared too. He said he was going to spank me for being such a slut when we got home, and if I was lucky he would cum in my mouth. We drove back to his place wordlessly, but then he asked me to pull up my skirt and spread my legs. We drove for a while like that, and then he asked me to play with myself, which I did, wondering if anyone in the next cars could see me, not really caring if they did because I was so turned on. When we got to his place he told me to strip completely and sit on his bed. I did, and waited in there impatiently while he checked his messages. After what seemed like forever, he came in, sat on the bed, and told me to kneel over his lap. I did, ashamed, scared, turned on, and very, very aroused. He first stroked my ass very tenderly, telling me softly what a beautiful ass I have for spanking and fucking. He told me to keep my pussy shaved for him at all times, he wanted me to take care of that now. I said I would and then he suddenly smacked my ass hard. I jumped and yelped, and he said he was just testing me, seeing how sensitive I was. Then he started spanking me in earnest, I was to count off his hits, and tell him thank you Sir when he stopped. This went on for some time, I counted, he swatted me, and while it was painful he was careful to tenderly rub my bottom afterwards, and then started touching between my legs between each series of swats. He expertly brought me up to a very high level of pain and pleasure, alternating swats and fondling me, and I was soon extremely turned on, with a very sore bottom, but very excited. I started gasping and moving excitedly under his touch, and he said you like that, don't you baby. I said yes Sir, please don't stop. He continued, and I was getting very close to needing to cum. He said don't cum yet, I want to cum in your mouth, slave. Suck me! I greedily got on the floor in front of him, and sucked him with all my might. He grabbed my hair and worked his large cock deep inside my mouth and throat, deeper than I've ever taken a cock before. Soon he unloaded a huge cum inside my willing, hungry mouth. He ordered me to swallow every drop, and then lick his cock clean, and I did, my ass stinging, my pussy so swollen and needing to cum, my head spinning. I was taking everything he was giving out, and wanting more, even more. When he recovered, he asked me to get on his bed and make myself cum. I did, quite easily and quickly, my pussy was drenched and I was swollen and extremely high. He watched me sleepily as I had a long, intense orgasm, crying out with pleasure, and I knew then that this is what I wanted and needed, this kind of relationship. After I was done, he said good girl, kissed me passionately and we fell asleep. The next morning he ordered me to make him scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and black coffee and get the paper from the front door step. I was not allowed to dress, but he did say I could wear my black high heels. I did as he asked, I am a fair cook but no gourmet, and he ate breakfast silently, then told me to shower and dress in my regular clothes I wore last night, and then he dropped me off at my place. I didn't hear from him for a few days again, but he did say I could email or text him if I needed to be in touch, but I sensed he didn't want me to bother him too much. I sent him a short email thanking Him for his training and attentions, and telling him how much I cared for him and how much I had enjoyed everything, even my spanking. The next day was Sunday. I didn't have school or work, and lay around my apartment lazily, thinking. Was this it for me? Is this what I really wanted, to be publicly whipped like that poor woman in the club? To be spanked regularly, and bossed around in and out of bed? Where would he take me with this? How far could I go? Was it wrong? Was I losing my mind? I was confused, still very aroused, and felt like I was falling hard for him. I emailed him asking if I could cum later on in the afternoon. He said I could, but I was not to ever cum without asking permission first. He also asked me to start writing a private on-line sex diary and share it with him about our relationship, including very frank and specific details of our sex life. I started one, feeling ashamed and embarrassed, but also feeling very free and bold, and found that writing about everything did seem to help sort things out in my head. After writing I masturbated, with a very satisfying orgasm again, and realized this must be what I need, because I had never cum so hard, so often, and so easily before in my life. I wrote about it all in my diary, which I shared on-line with him in a private document, and then took a nap. Tulip I started to dream. I dreamed about him and we were taking a trip somewhere, in Mexico perhaps. I was wearing my slut clothes like I had on the prior night at the club, normally I am a much more conservative dresser. I was feeling very lost and confused in the dream, it seemed we were in a foreign country where only he understood the language and customs. He told me exactly what to do, and I was grateful for it, but I was afraid and clung very close to him. Then in the dream he made love to me, very tenderly and romantically, and it was a wonderful feeling and I woke up very happily. I got up, did some laundry, and tried without much luck to get my feet back on the ground. I also wondered what would my family and friends, not that I had that many, think of me now?   Chapter 3 A few days after that he texted me in the afternoon and said he would be picking me up that night, and I was to bring some things to spend the evening with him. He wanted me to bring a very sexy sheer teddy, a toothbrush I could leave at his place, some sexy clothes, and my favorite vibrator. He would expect me to buy these things that afternoon if I didn't have them already. I got everything together, ate a quick dinner, and waited for him to come by. That same afternoon he texted me and said that night he would be tying me up. He also expected me to be freshly shaved and have a glass of wine before he picked me up. I did everything he asked, feeling like a helpless idiot but also feeling very turned on. When we got his place he told me to straighten it up, the maid was on vacation that week. He worked on some paperwork while I did, he was a well off businessman, and he watched me move around his house, occasionally pointing out things he wanted cleaned. From time to time he would absentmindedly fondle my breasts or kiss me, and once he suddenly swatted my ass, just to remind me of my position. Finally I was done cleaning and he said put on your teddy and get in the bedroom. I did and waited on the bed, watching him. He put a very explicit porn DVD on his TV and told me to watch it. He then got out some black velvet ties, his bed had four posters, and was very large and handsome. He then told me to lie down and spread my arms and legs. I did as he asked, and he removed my panties and stuffed them rather roughly into my mouth. I started to moan and also protest a little, but he shushed me, and tenderly touched my face, and told me it would be OK. Then he firmly tied my legs and arms open on the four posters of the bed. Frankly I felt embarrassed and ashamed, what was he going to do to me? But it also turned me on, as he knew it would. Once I was firmly tied, he adjusted the straps and asked me to nod if that felt OK. I nodded, and then he kissed me through the fabric of my panties stuffed in my mouth. He started to make love to me, kissing my breasts, my mouth, and then suddenly ripped my teddy open and roughly pulled it off. I whimpered at this, it was expensive, but he had completely exposed me, my pussy was bare and shaven, my hands and feet helplessly tied open for his inspection. I was completely vulnerable. He took some pictures with his cell phone, and I whimpered again, and he said shush, this is just for us. Then he started kissing my pussy, which was engorged and wet, and he started to talk to me as he did. "You like this, don't you slut? You're mine now, baby, I'll take good care of you, don't worry, just relax." He continued to orally pleasure me, and stuck his fingers inside my drenched, open pussy, and said how proud he was of me, and of how well my training was going. He kept it up until I was very close to cuming, and then left the room. I moaned through my panties stuffed in my mouth, I was so frustrated. He went back to work, I could see him at his desk outside the bedroom, and he even made a phone call. This went on for some time, he would come in and pleasure me, and then leave, and from time to time he even swatting me with his open hand on my trembling pussy. Back and forth, this went on for what seemed like hours, he would get me very close to cuming, and then leave. He had such an absolute hold on me, I was helpless, totally infatuated, and unable to escape his grasp even if I wanted to. From time to time I would struggle against my bonds in frustration, but it was no use, I couldn't get out and I was His to do with what he would. Finally I started to moan more, he understood that I was beyond frustrated, and he took out my panties and asked what was wrong. I started to beg him for release, please fuck me, then he hit me on my pussy again. "Fuck me what?" "Fuck me Sir!" He undressed and I could see his hard seven-inch cock right in front of my eyes. "You want this?" "Yes Sir, please!" "And only this, no other cock inside that pussy." "Yes Sir, please!" With that he deftly entered me, my pussy was drenched and he plunged in with one motion deep inside me and held it there, motionless. I could feel the waves of my orgasm start, and he said, "Don't cum yet, slave. Not until I tell you." I struggled mightily to hold back, and it was difficult but I did manage to wait. Then he fucked me hard, harder than ever before, and my body strained against my bonds, my breath came fast and I was moaning and gasping for life. In a few intense minutes he said "cum now slut" and I did, my body going into a strong, intense orgasm, stronger than ever before. He plunged deeply inside and out of me as I did, and he came soon thereafter. We both rested after our release, he lay heavily on top of me, which hurt some and took my breathe away, but also felt good and right. He laughed a little too, and seemed very happy with me. I was still in heaven, and he kissed me tenderly and then rolled off of me. We were both spent, and it took awhile for us to recover. When we finally did, he tenderly untied me, and rubbed my wrists and ankles, asking if they felt OK. I nodded, I felt drunk as my whole body was infused with pleasure and sexual satisfaction. He told me to lick his cock clean, and I eagerly drank every drop of us off of him. Then he told me to move over and we lay next to each other for a while, he tenderly holding me, me feeling very small and protected in his arms. After awhile he told me to get up and get ready for bed, he was tired and we were going to sleep now. Things continued along these lines for a number of weeks, and then one afternoon he said we were going to a tattoo studio and I would be given a tattoo. This would signify his complete ownership of me, and he congratulated me on my successful training. By this point I was completely submissive to his every wish to the best of my ability. I would take him in my pussy, ass or mouth anytime, anywhere, and bear any manner of pleasure or pain that He cared to give me. I had never had a tattoo before, but was always curious about them, and we drove for a while to the studio, which was a few miles away. When we got there Steven spoke to the tattoo artist, and said he would like a two inch red tulip on my left ass cheek. I was to lift up my skirt, remove my panties and lie still on the table. I was not asked if I wanted it, and it hurt to be tattooed, but it did look pretty when it was done, and I was very glad Steven had marked me in this way. The tattoo stung while the artist was drawing it on me, but I held still as he instructed and followed his directions for taking care of it afterward. It hurt to sit on it on the way home, but Steven said I had done very well, and told me that my new nickname was Tulip, not Turnip. I was his beautiful Tulip; it reminded him of my shaved pussy lips unfolding when he used me. I felt beautiful and proud, although my ass cheek still stung. After we went home he made love to me very romantically and tenderly, calling me his beautiful slut, telling me how proud he was of me, and allowed me to sleep in his arms until the next morning. I was in heaven, and never wanted to leave. After that day, I felt reborn, remade, and more beautiful than ever before. I always hated the nickname Turnip, and was glad to be rid of it. I became stronger, more powerful, and got a promotion and raise at work. I dressed more stylishly in public, and really enjoyed wearing my slut clothes in private or when Steven told me to out of the house. I stood up more proudly, and men flirted with me more often, and I felt more charismatic, but I always repelled their clumsy advances, and reported them faithfully to Steven.   Chapter 4 After my tattooing, Steven took pride in displaying me more in public at parks, on the lakeshore beach, or even at a late night movie. One evening very late, he asked me to wear something very skimpy. It was a very hot night and he said we were going out to see Belle du Jour, a favorite movie of his. We went to an independent theatre downtown, it was a very late show, and I have to admit I got more than my share of glances from the men and some women on the way into the theatre. It wasn't packed at that hour, but it did have a fair number of customers, and we got settled in the back of the theatre and started to watch the film. It was a wonderful movie about a rich housewife's craving for kink. A few minutes after the movie came on, Steven unzipped his pants and told me to service him. He asked me to lift my skirt and unbutton my blouse so everyone could see what a slut I was. I did as he asked, feeling the shame and arousal of my situation, and I leaned over and eagerly tasted him. His beautiful seven-inch cock felt wonderful in my mouth, and I felt very free and naughty sitting there with it, publicly servicing Him. Some men in the audience started to watch me more than the film, and I was allowed to touch myself as I sucked him. Soon we both had very satisfying orgasms, which we tried rather unsuccessfully to keep quiet. When I was done Steven said good girl and I swallowed and licked him clean as usual, and then he asked me to cover up, slut. I did, feeling proud, ashamed, and very, very aroused and happy. When we got back to his car, we drove to a park some miles away. Steven told me this park was known to be a place where voyeurs would come to watch sluts like me. We parked in the lot, which was well lit, and there were a few other cars around. He told me to undress completely except leave my black high heels on, and come out of the car. I did as he asked, it was a bit chilly but I knew better than to protest. He told me to lean over the car and spread my legs. There were some men in some cars nearby, they got out of their cars and started to watch us. Steven told me to relax, and not worry, just look at him, he wouldn't let anyone touch me or hurt me. I was very afraid and felt very exposed and vulnerable. I stood there, covering my shaved pussy, and Steven told me to drop my hands and open my legs, he wanted to fuck me there. I hesitated, and then he said quite firmly if you don't you'll have a spanking right here, do you want these nice people to see you being spanked and fucked? "No..." I said, and spread my legs wide. He fondled me roughly, pinching my tits and finger fucked me firmly. Despite my humiliation I began to get very wet, and he whispered loudly in my ear "You like this, don't you slut? You like people watching you, we both know you do." I whimpered and knew I was too far gone to do anything but enjoy myself, so I let myself go. I could see a few of the men start to pleasure themselves, and Steven pulled my hair and said, "See what you've done? They want to cum on you but I won't let them." He unzipped his cock and told me to get on my knees and suck him. The men started to approach closer to see better, and I fell to my knees and sucked him like a high school slut. Soon he turned me over, spread my legs and fucked me roughly on the car. The men watched us and I could see a few of them release noisily. We fucked hard and fast, and both of us came quickly, then he said to get back in the car, but I was not allowed to dress or wipe myself off. In the car I started to cry, and he asked me what was wrong. "I can't believe we just did that! What are you doing to me?" I said. "We're just having fun, baby, don't worry, I won't let anyone else touch you unless you want it." I kept up crying and he calmed me down, he said how beautiful I was, how sexy, how proud he was of me. He allowed me to dress and told me to sit up straight, and we went home and he held me. I started to feel better, although I was still shocked at my behavior. I wondered what was happening to me. How could I do these things with him? Where would it end? He left me alone for a few days after that, sensing perhaps I needed some time to think. Of course all that did was make me think about him, and miss him and want him even more. I become more determined than ever to please him and serve him any way that I could. When he called a few days later, he said he would like to come over to my apartment, I was going to make him dinner and then he was going to sodomize me. I had never been taken this way before, and was a bit nervous, but I prepared a nice meatball and spaghetti dinner with a salad and had a good bottle of wine. He came over and ate dinner without speaking much. I showed him around my small, neat apartment first and after we ate he asked me to undress completely and lie on the bed face down. I did and he put some lotion on me between my legs and on my ass, and he said I should try to relax as much as possible and take him even if it hurts. He wanted to train my ass to be fucked any time he wished, and as I had told him I was a virgin there, he would be slow and gentle. He touched my clit and pussy, and got me very aroused, and pinched and fondled my breasts, and got me very high. Then he put one finger in my ass, it felt odd, very naughty and invasive and yet I felt pleasure too. He asked me to tell him how I'm feeling and tell him all my fantasies and thoughts. I told him everything that was going through my head, and he said how sexy I looked with my tattoo and how he's been waiting a long time to take my beautiful ass. I squirmed and moaned a little and then he stuck another thick, long finger deep up inside my bottom. It felt intense, very good and naughty too, and he said, "Do you like this, slave?" I moaned and said Yes, Sir and he said good. Then he took his fingers out slowly and asked me to orally service him, which I did greedily, taking him fully down my open throat as best I could. He grabbed my hair and guided me roughly and fucked my mouth sexily. I could feel him getting close and he said OK that's enough. He pulled out of my mouth, I wanted him so badly I sighed, and then said, "Get on your knees, I'm going to fuck your sexy ass now you slut." I got on my hands and knees and spread my legs widely, and he put more lube on his cock and my ass. He started to enter me there, it was very tight and intense and his cock was long and hard and it met some resistance. He said for me to rub my clit and open up to him and push back on his cock, and I did, and he suddenly started to gain some headway. It was right on the edge of pain and pleasure and felt incredible, but he didn't stop, he pushed harder and said I would need to learn to take it, he wanted me to be his in every way, in any one of my holes. He pushed and pushed and forced his way in, which started to hurt but I desperately rubbed my clit and pussy and tried to accept him. Slowly, my tight virgin ass gave way, and soon he was impaled up to his balls deep inside my bowels. I felt proud and although it was painful, I bore it gratefully because I knew this was what he wanted of me. He said good slave, take it aaahhh and then he came deep inside my body. It hurt, yet I enjoyed it, and when he was done pumping his hot, thick cum deep inside me he ordered me to cum. I rubbed my pussy and fucked myself on his cock deep inside my ass and soon felt an incredible orgasm approaching. He grabbed my hair and moved sexily and said good, baby, take it, that's good. Then I came hard with his cock deep inside my slutty ass, he pinched and grabbed my tits and I had a huge, intense orgasm deeply impaled on his cock. He laughed and said that's it baby! I was so proud, and yet felt so ashamed, no one had ever done that to me before and I'm embarrassed to say I liked it, despite the pain. At that point would do anything to keep him happy. He told me when we recovered to clean him off, but I was not allowed to touch myself, he wanted to watch his seed drip out of my freshly sodomized bottom. I was asked to display myself to him, he admired it and said I was a good slave and he was very proud of me. He held me close afterwards and spent the night at my apartment for the first time, although he said he prefers his house. I felt closer and more in love with him than ever. Chapter 5 The next morning we slept in late, and when we woke up he told me to make him breakfast and then he was going to take me shopping for some slut clothes. He playfully pinched my tits and swatted my bottom and said you would like that, wouldn't you? I nodded and he said get dressed like the slut you are and we'll go out. I wore a tight white shirt, no bra or panties, a very short red mini-skirt, and red heels. He said I looked good and we went to an upscale mall in a nice part of town. He took me into an upscale lingerie and bra shop and we looked at the undergarments there. He pointed out some things to the salesgirl, she seemed to understand that I was his submissive, and spoke only to him about my things. They talked and picked out some very sexy bras and panties and clothes, and I was made to try them on and come out and model them for him. Fortunately the store was not very crowded but it was very embarrassing to show my underwear to everyone who could see outside of the dressing room. Then we went to another boutique and the same thing happened, he told the saleswoman what he wanted, she would find it, I would be told to model it and if it met with his approval, he would buy it. I was never asked if I liked something, it was all his choice. The clothes he picked out for me were revealing and very sexy, and I felt very beautiful in them, but would be much too shy to wear them of my own choice. He asked me to keep one of the new outfits on; it was a very sheer light beige blouse, a skimpy sheer light yellow skirt, and high beige heels for the rest of the day. It was very pretty but I looked like a high school slut, and wherever we went, men and some women would look at me. I knew I was blushing but there was nothing I could do. We went to a very nice expensive restaurant for lunch, and it was delicious, but in the middle of the meal he told me we were going to the bathroom, he wanted to fuck me in the men's room now. I really didn't want to do that, I was already so ashamed of my outfit, but he told me to have another glass of wine, which I did and that gave me more courage. He said he would go into the men's room first, and I was to follow a few minutes later. I did as I was told, and he was already hard and waiting for me in the men's room. He told me to get on my knees and suck him and I did, praying that no one would come in. I sucked him hard, my knees painfully on the hard tiles of the men's room, there were mirrors in there and we could clearly see me servicing him like the whore I was trained to be. When he was ready he told me to turn around and lean over the sink. I did, hoping no one would come in, and he fucked me hard and fast. We were both gasping and very high, and in the middle of our encounter an older gentleman started to come in the men's room, but quickly left after he spotted us. We finished up quickly, Steven told me to cum after he did as usual, and I did on his command, then Steven told me to lick him clean, but not clean off myself, which of course I did. I could feel his sticky precious cum between my legs and running down my inner thighs. He left the restroom, and a minute later, I did too, he told me to walk back to our table as if nothing had happened. We passed the older gentleman on our way back who had spotted us, and he, along with his wife, gave us a very nasty stare as we passed and I prayed that he wouldn't report us to the manager. Tulip I was so humiliated, turned on, and felt very sexy and ashamed too. I knew then that there was no turning back, I was his property to do anything with, and there was nothing I could do about it except enjoy it, bear my punishments and anything else He wished to do to me, and show him how much he meant to me through total obedience and devotion.   Chapter 6 A few weeks after my initiation into anal sex, Steven said he was going to start to train me now to share myself with others, freely and without hesitation. He said he would of course choose the partners, and make sure I would be safe as always, but I was not to question his judgment nor balk at sucking or fucking anyone, anywhere that he told me to. He said he knew this would be difficult for me he, so we would start slow with someone I knew and trusted. Of course I wanted to scream out no, I only want to be with you but I knew what that would get me, so I nodded and said Yes, Sir. Steven had a good friend and business associate named Allen who came over to his house from time to time. We had gone out to dinner with him once or twice. I knew there was some chemistry between us, as I often found Allen following me with his eyes and giving me a questioning look, but was too well trained to even think about flirting with him. Steven must have sensed there was some heat between us and choose him to start my lessons in learning to share, as he called it. One Friday night, Steven told me we would be going out for drinks with Allen and I was to dress very prettily and do exactly as he said of course, all night long. I did, putting some flattering new clothes and underwear on. I felt very attractive and beautiful. Steven told me as much as we met Allen for drinks at a loud, rather crowded nightclub downtown. Steven and Allen talked about this and that and business, and Steven hugged me and kissed me from time to time as the night went on. At one point he deftly reached inside my shirt, and pinched my nipples. Allen watched us closely with a little smile on his face, and I was more than a little humiliated at my situation. I was allowed to have more than my usual two glasses of wine, and soon felt quite tipsy and relaxed. When we were getting ready to go, Steven asked Allen if he would like to fuck me. Allen said of course, blushing, and Steven told him to follow us home in his car. When we got home, Steven put on some sensuous music, and told me to undress down to my underwear and dance for them. I did, feeling very shy and embarrassed but also quite turned on. I could see the two men's arousal through their clothes and felt very wild and sexy and free. Then Steven told me to go over to Allen and kiss him and suck him. I looked painfully at Steven, but he would not back down, and I walked over to Allen and started to do as I was told. Allen of course enjoyed me, and I could feel his hard cock in my mouth. It was large and beautiful but not as thick as Steven's. Steven watched as his slut sucked his friend and enjoyed it, although I wondered how I could be doing this right in front of him and if I would be punished later. Then Steven told me to go to bed with Allen. He would be watching us, but not participating. He insisted Allen use condoms, even though he said he knew for a fact that Allen was healthy and disease free. Except for Steven silently watching us from a chair nearby, it was like making love to any other man. We hugged and kissed deeply, I sucked him, and then I lay on my back and Allen fucked me hard. We both came easily and when it was over Steven told me how proud he was of me and how much he enjoyed watching us. Then Steven told me to kiss Allen goodbye, he had to go now. I did, feeling my head spin, and Steven then told me to get a shower and come to bed, he was tired and we were going to sleep. I did everything he said, wondering what he would ask me to do next, and wondering what Allen thought of the whole thing. The next morning I made us some breakfast, and Steven asked me if I had any questions about the night before. I did, I told him I wondered what Allen thought, and was Steven jealous. Steven told me of course not, he trusted and knew Allen very well and had for many years, and just like he would share his car or house with a trusted long-time friend, of course he would share me if he wanted to. He told me he always knew Allen liked me, and was very attracted to me, and Allen had told him afterward he enjoyed me very much. He said I should think nothing of it, and be prepared to service any of his friends on command any time he asked. I was so ashamed. Here I was under his complete control, and now expected to sleep with anyone else he wished. I was so angry, but held my tongue, because I knew if I disobeyed Steven would punish me or discontinue our relationship. I couldn't bear either one, so I behaved as best I could, and told myself, just enjoy it, it's just sex, why not? He won't let you get hurt, and he did use a condom. Needless to say I was quite confused about the evening, but as time went on I learned to suck and fuck anyone anywhere Steven asked me to, even women from time to time, although he knew this was very difficult for me and did not press me beyond my capabilities. After that night with Allen, Steven gave me a credit card and told me I could spend it on some clothes and things to wear, as long as they were attractive and somewhat revealing. He would have final say on my purchases though, and if they weren't up to his standards, I would and have returned some things that didn't please him. As time went on I became more and more obedient and pliant. Steven was able to get me to do just about anything he asked. I was trained to suck or fuck him anywhere, anytime, and he could sodomize me whenever he wished, and he would share me with trusted friends from time to time. I was whipped, spanked, and disciplined regularly, and we would sometimes visit the BDSM club and spend the evening there. Sometimes he would publicly whip me there or have me suck him off in front of strangers. I could display myself freely and completely at his command outdoors, and eventually there was almost nothing I wouldn't do to please him. As a result, we had a very long, intense, highly sexual, very pleasurable and sometimes painful relationship that lasted nearly two and a half years. Toward the end of that time, he said one Sunday afternoon that he was going to move to Europe, and he wanted me to stay in the states near my job and family. He said it was time for us to move on, and although he had enjoyed me tremendously, he didn't think it was right for me to come with him. I burst out in tears and was crushed, and just lost it, but the next day he arranged for me to be with Allen again. He told me that if I wanted to, Allen would like to be with me after he moved away. I got very upset and cried and said I don't want to be with him, I want you, and Steven held me tenderly and said he was sorry but he thought this was best. I tried to understand and realized I did have some feelings for Allen, although I didn't love him like I loved Steven, but Steven said in time I would get over him and he ordered me to try. The last few weeks before he moved away were very difficult for me. We went through a rough time, I was arguing and he was quite upset with me, but eventually I saw that he was right. I was too vulnerable to be alone and needed a man in my life, and Allen, although not as intensely attractive to me as Steven was, was a good man and we got along well. Steven met with Allen and told him in front of me of my sexual needs and preferences, what got me excited and what my limits were, and after that Allen was more able to satisfy my needs for physical pain and pleasure. We started to have a good relationship, although it was confusing because at the same time ours was starting, Steven was moving away from me. But Steven told me I should accept this like everything else he decided for me and eventually I did. When Steven left for Europe, I had a bad spell for a couple of weeks, but Allen was patient with me and waited until I was ready to be with him more fully. He called one afternoon and said he just wanted to talk, not have sex, and we went on a pretty much normal date and just talked and had drinks. He told me more about himself and I got to know him better, and eventually found that I did start to have real feelings for him, although I was still very upset about Steven moving away and missed him terribly. Allen was very patient and told me he would wait until I was ready to be with him again, and in a few weeks we started sleeping together regularly. He was initially more vanilla than Steven, just preferring normal sex and lovemaking, and that was OK with me, although I missed Steven desperately. Allen and I had great chemistry though, and we enjoyed each other and got along well. I went out with Allen for about six months, and then one day at the park I met Randy. Randy was a professional photographer and videographer, and a self-professed voyeur. He was around 35, extremely creative, handsome in a disheveled kind of way, with brown hair and brown eyes, slender and tall. He worked almost all the time, loved his occupation, and made a decent living from it, although he was not rich. He lived in a loft/studio in West Los Angeles near me, and came on to me while I was taking a walk in the park one sunny afternoon. At the time I was in my mid-twenties, so he was a bit older than me but he said that was no problem, he liked younger women. Initially I put him off, I was still with Allen, but he kept calling me and emailing me and finally I told Allen there was someone I was interested in. He was a little pissed, but realized there was nothing he could do and our time was coming to an end, although we remained friends. Randy finally got me to agree to have drinks with him in the marina, we went out and although was rather skeptical at first, he charmed me and soon we were back at his flat and fooling around. He also showed me his work, it was beautiful and some of it was erotic, his black and white photos had been exhibited in galleries and he had an extensive on-line presence and frequently sold his work. We went out every chance we could, he was very fun to be with and very energetic, and he took me to the movies, dancing, to the beach, etc. He would always have his camera with him and often took pictures of me, and I really started to care for him and we became very close. We started to make love and it was fun and intense, but pretty vanilla, until one day a couple of months after we started going together he asked to take some erotic photos of me. I was pretty shy at first, but we had some drinks and he told me it would just be for his eyes only, so I put on a very sexy outfit, fixed my hair and makeup and he got the studio ready for our session. He just said do whatever feels right and was actually such a good, encouraging photographer I found it very easy to have fun and relax in front of the camera. He took some fairly soft-core black and white photos and they were quite beautiful, and after he showed them to me he asked if he could put them on his web site and I said he could. He did and eventually they started to sell along with his other work, and I was proud and happy because I felt we were a good match. As time went on I started to tell him more of my relationships with Steven and Allen, he was very intrigued by this and told me he wanted to explore some things with me along those lines too. Since he was so visual, a lot of his creativity came out through his camera, and he would often take it to the beach or park with us, and try to get me to expose myself to him and his camera outdoors, or in the studio. He loved my body and captured me on film better than anyone had ever done before, and I never felt so beautiful or unique in my life. Eventually he got me to completely undress any time he wished for the camera, it was incorporated into our regular sex life and we would often take pictures, and end up making love, which was a lot of fun. Sometimes he would set up the camera and photograph us making love, but he never did anything that I wasn't comfortable with, and eventually he started another erotic web site with us on there which he charged people to access, and he made a fair amount of money from it. He also had some clients in Hawaii and would go there every few months, and asked if I wanted to come along. I said of course and we had a lot of fun on our travels there. I would work as his assistant and then when we had time off we would go to some deserted beaches and take some more shots, both of me and of the beautiful landscapes, ocean and beaches. We both loved this work and I think it was some of the best he had done. Thing went along this way for nearly a year and then he asked me if I wanted to get married. I said no, I didn't believe in it and didn't want children, and that seemed to satisfy him. We felt and acted like a couple, and everything would have been fine except for his ex-girlfriend Marisa. Marisa and he had gone out for years, and she was away at graduate school on the east coast, but came back in the summer and expected to see him again. She came over one day unannounced, he was working and I was there, and she was really pissed off. She yelled and screamed at him, I could hear them through the walls where I was trying to stay out of her way. She called me a slut and said he was a bastard; apparently she was under the understanding that they would be getting back together when she had returned from the east coast. He yelled and told her to get out of his life, they were through, but she continued to harass him and called him at all hours of the day and night. Eventually he threatened to get the police involved if she didn't stop. We would come back to his loft apartment and find eggs thrown at his front door; his mail opened and sorted through, some garbage left on his doorstep, that kind of thing for a while. He apologized profusely to me for her behavior but I said it wasn't his fault she was a nut case and he appreciated my patience and understanding. Things seemed to calm down a little but then one afternoon in a coffee shop near his place, I was getting a cup of tea alone while Randy finished up some work. Marisa spotted me through the window and came in and sat down next to me. I tried to act nonchalant and be friendly, but she was still very angry and said she wanted to talk to me. I said OK and she started telling me all these nasty things about Randy, how he could never commit, how he would never be faithful, what a selfish ass he was, and on and on. I listened for a while, and then excused myself and tried to get away from her. Unfortunately she followed me on my way back to Randy's place and I was really scared, so I called Allen from my cell phone and told him what was going on. Allen was great, he came right over in his car and told her to get lost and never bother us again, or he would have her arrested. After that we never heard from her again. Randy was so happy he said he wanted to meet Allen and thank him for his help. A few days later, I introduced Allen to Randy, they were both very easy going and got along very well, and we all became quite friendly. Randy even showed Allen some of his erotic photos of me. Allen loved them and bought some on-line, and after that the three of us would sometimes go out to the movies or dinner together. After Allen and Randy became friends, Allen asked me if Randy liked to share me as Steven did. I told him I didn't think so but would ask him. To my surprise, Randy said it would be OK if he could photograph us making love. I asked Allen and he said that would be fine, although he was kind of shy about it. So about a week later, we all got together at Randy's studio and had some red wine. We were all laughing and having a good time and Randy said if you want to fool around this would be a good time. We got a sofa and some lights and props in the studio, and Allen started to undress and seduce me. Randy photographed everything, telling us how beautiful we were and encouraged us on. Allen and I were very compatible sexually, and although Allen dated different women, there was no jealous girlfriend around, so he very intensely and sweetly made love to me while Randy photographed everything. I found myself liking it, and knew the photos would be beautiful, and although I was a bit ashamed and shy, just let myself go and try to be as open as possible to the experience. When we were done and Randy had a chance to edit the photos, and he showed them to us. They were incredible, wonderful black and white photos with very artistic but quite explicit photography. Randy asked if he could put them on his web site for sale and Allen said it would be OK with him if it was fine with me. I agreed, knowing that they were too beautiful not to share. They eventually did quite well and Randy was able to buy more equipment, and after awhile he asked me if I wanted to continue doing this. I said I would think about it and did for a few days, and then told him yes I would if I got to choose my partners and when and where we would have the photo shoots. Randy said that would be fine, and I started finding partners occasionally to make love with as Randy photographed us. I had no shortage of men who were willing, and it was a lot of fun and very stimulating. I even on occasion found a dominant man who would top me. Randy found it extremely interesting to photograph me being spanked, tied up, whipped, or erotically teased and tormented, and he said it made the photos really strong. We would also keep shooting with Allen too, since Randy said he was a beautiful model, and one of my favorites. Sometimes I would feel as if I were falling in love with Allen, but I knew Randy was the man in my life, so I just let it pass. At this time I was still working as a bookkeeper but not enjoying it very much, so I decided to go back to school and study something more interesting. I eventually got a counseling certificate and became a part-time counselor, specializing in alternative sexuality lifestyles, which I found very rewarding. Generally this was one of the happiest times in my life. The years passed and I found myself in my early thirties, and although Randy and I were together for a number of years, we started fighting and having trouble in and out of bed. Eventually we broke up and started dating other people. When Marisa found out she tried desperately to get Randy back again but he would have no part of it. I started looking around and on-line for a new boyfriend. I checked in both the regular and kinky personals and went on a number of rather comical first dates with men who wanted to pelt me with tomatoes, worship my feet, have me pee on them, and other oddities. I was just about to give up hope when I met Ed.   Chapter 7 Ed was a construction worker who also played basketball in his spare time with an amateur team. He was very physically fit and tan, and although was not the most handsome man I've ever been with, his body was extremely sexy. He met me in line at the grocery store, we started talking as we waited and then he asked for my number. He was divorced with one teenaged kid who was in his first year of college, and was a little shy at first, but I was very attracted to him. He was about my age and had a small house he had renovated on the west side of Los Angeles and also had a very sweet golden retriever named Bunny. Ed called me up a few days later and we went out to a movie in Westwood and then took a long walk afterward. We talked and got along very well, and he asked me to come back to his place so he could show me his house he had renovated. He was actually very good at his job, and could fix anything, and had taken a very run down small house and turned it into a really pretty place to live.