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The Price of Sin

By: Koba



Max sat naked on the edge of the bed waiting for Nikki and her friend to come back into the room. He was nervous, as he was any time he came to see Nikki. His heart was beating much faster. His hands trembled slightly and beads of sweat formed on his skin. He wished that he could light a cigarette. But he didn't dare. He knew the rules. And he knew the consequences for breaking them too. He took a deep breath, trying to relax, but it was a hopeless effort, and he knew it. 

While waiting, he looked around the room. He liked the way Nikki had set it up. The ambience was just right. The king size brass bed took up most of the space in the center of the dimly lit room. The bed was covered in shiny black satin sheets which were smooth and soft to the touch. There were numerous small pillows at the head of the bed, many of them covered in bright red silk pillowcases with white lace trim. The large mirrors on both side walls clearly reflected on the bed. And on the ceiling above were two more large mirrors at a v-shaped angle giving not one but two perfect views of the bed below. There was no doubt that the room was set up for one thing and one thing only; sex. The sensuous decor and the lusty atmosphere of the room added greatly to the sense of excitement for Max as he sat alone waiting for Nikki to return. Tonight's session was to be special. He had requested to have another girl join in in a very special way. A deeply rooted need and fantasy was to be fulfilled. Max felt the tension building. He yearned for the powerful release that he knew he would be experiencing for Nikki always satisfied his cravings. At least until the next session. 

Nikki was a high class call girl, a consummate professional. To her, hooking was not a temporary job, it was her career. She enjoyed being the best. She liked the feeling of power it gave her over men. And it paid well. Very well. The previous year she had made over $200k without paying any taxes. And it was so easy for her. Nikki had the knack for the job. Most of her business was from "regular" clients who came back to see her over and over. She was happy to take their money on a frequent basis. 

Max was definitely one of her regulars. He was hooked on her. She gave him what he wanted in a way that no one else ever had. She helped him to explore the inner recesses of his psyche where his most wicked desires lay. He felt sinful with Nikki. He felt naughty and exposed. And most of all he experienced a boyish submissiveness. With "Miss Nikki" he felt like a pubescent teenager begging to experience the pleasures and talents of a sexual goddess. As a high powered lawyer his life was full of the stresses of the rat race where he was in constant competition for power and control. He was very successful. But it took a toll on him. Even at home, he was an actor. He was the "head of the household", the "breadwinner", the "responsible husband", the "wonderful father", who provided for everyone. Sometimes he just got sick of it. Seeing Nikki gave him a chance to "let go", to take off the mask. He desperately needed it. There had been times when he had tried to stop this behavior, when guilt had crept up on him. But inevitably, as the pressure built inside, he made the phone call to set an appointment. He couldn't stop himself. He was addicted to her. He even told Nikki this one time. All she did was smile at him and tell him to keep coming back. As they both knew he would. 

Finally, Nikki came back into the room, followed by the other girl that Max had not yet met. 

"Down on your knees, slut." 

Max immediately dropped to his knees in front of Nikki. He reacted spontaneously without thought or choice. Her voice controlled him. Her tone made him quiver. The rest of his life faded away. All that existed was the present moment and the reality of the powerful woman standing over him. 

"This is Dawn. She works for me. She is my student. I am teaching her the art of the profession. She will be watching and participating in our session today. You will, when necessary address her as "Miss Dawn". Is that understood?" 

"Yes, maam." 

"Good. Please take a seat Dawn." 

The young woman took a seat in the leather chair off to the side. Max glanced at her. He guessed she was in her early twenties. She was very attractive. She returned Max's look with a knowing smile. She was learning well. 

"Where is my tribute?" 

Max put both his hands together up in front of him. Laying across his palms was a wad of twenty dollar bills. She took them, counting them while he watched. It was unusual for her to do this with a customer. Generally the money was discreetly placed on a corner of the coffee table. It was not discussed. This had the effect of making it seem unimportant. She wanted the client to feel like he really wasn't paying for it. She knew that the more he felt this way, the more he would come back. It was an effective psychology. But with Max, she rubbed in the fact that he was paying. With him, it was a very effective tactic. 

".... forty, sixty, eighty, two hundred, twenty, forty...." The bills passed slowly and deliberately from her left to her right hand. Every now and then she would stop. "You know young man, I really think I should start charging you more. After all I deserve it....sixty, eighty, three hundred....I mean for me to spend my time with a creature like you...tsk, tsk, for we both know that the only way you could EVER be with a woman like me is to pay for it. Isn't that true little slut boy?" 

"Yes, maam, it is true." 

"No doubt about that.....four hundred, twenty....after all no one could ever give you what Miss Nikki gives you....five hundred...I am so fucking far superior to the likes of you. You ain't shit in this house, mister attorney......six hundred. Good, it seems to all be here. I do appreciate your money. Keep making lots of it. Now, go get me the ashtray." 

Max crawled across the carpet to the far side of the room to get the ashtray from the corner table. Crawling back, he got up and sat again on the edge of the bed. He held the ashtray out in front of him. His Mistress stepped close to him. She pulled out a gold cigarette case and withdrew a single cigarette, placing it between her lips. 

"Do you have a light, sir?" 

Nikki bent forward slightly as Max raised a lighter up with his free hand. It lit with the second flick. She stuck the tip of the cigarette into the flame sucking and inhaling deeply. She blew the smoke forcefully into Max's face. "Thank you so much, I've been craving a cigarette for hours now but I just couldn't find a light. So nice of you to help me." 

Max was the victim of a smoking fetish. All his life the sight of a woman smoking had secretly aroused him. He had been taught in his Quaker upbringing that smoking was sinful. As was illicit sex with loose women. As a result he kept hidden his desires for both. But when he saw a woman smoking in public he would furtively gaze her way with an unrequited longing which could only be satisfied in his fantasies. But with Nikki there was no need for the secret to be held in. She was more than willing to indulge him. She smoked the cigarette slowly and deliberately as he sat watching intently. Her motions and gestures were intentionally exaggerated. After every drag Nikki would lick and moisten her lips before blowing the smoke out, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, allowing the grey smoke to curl up while randomly escaping from her mouth. She would always look directly into Max's eyes during the exhale, giving him a subtle smile when finished. During the inhale, she would look away, striking a pose as her chest expanded. When needed she would tap the cigarette a few times on the ashtray which her servant held out for her use. At such times she would give him a determined powerful look which destroyed any ego that Max had left. He was completely awestruck and powerless before his Goddess. He felt like she owned his soul. As indeed she did. After the last puff she commanded him to "Open wide." As he did she flicked the final ash into his mouth before grinding the cigarette out in the ashtray. Dawn giggled as she watched his humiliation. But Max was so far gone that to him, being Nikki's ashtray was a treasured moment. 

The session was a planned process of gradually ratcheting up Max's level of arousal and submission. For Max the supreme objects of sexual power were a woman's breasts. His obsession with them was his ultimate fetish. Throughout his life he had fantasized about finding a woman with perfect breasts that he could submit and surrender himself to. Nikki was the answer to his dreams. For she was a very well endowed woman who understood the power of her assets. She knew her breasts were desirable. She could feel men's eyes on them everywhere she went. And in her work she flaunted their power and desirability to bring in a mountain of cash. 

She stood before Max thrusting her chest forward so that it was almost touching his face. At this stage of the game he was not allowed to touch. She teased and tortured him with seductive poses. The tight black top she wore emphasized the size and shape of her magnificent breasts. The powerful attorney sat meekly on the bed unable to fulfill his desire to feel them. 

"Do you like my body, little boy?" 

"Yes, I do." 

"Well, I'm going to be nice. I'm going to let you touch me, but just a little, and softly. Don't be rough now. I am a lady, you know." 

Max put his hands on her breasts feeling them lightly through the taut material. He was absolutely fascinated with them. He loved touching them. All his life he had been scared to approach or even talk to women with big breasts. Whenever he saw such a woman, he would fantasize about walking up to her and boldly feeling up her tits. But of course he never did. So, Nikki's giving him her permission to touch them thrilled him no end. He craved that permission. He was willing to beg for it, to crawl for it. Or more realistically, to pay a good price for it. 

Nikki backed up a step. "Would you like to see them? Hmmmm...I thought you might." She undid the buttons on her top and peeled it off. She stood there for a moment in a black lace bra. Then she unhooked the bra from the back letting it fall to the floor. 


"Would you like to suck them?" 

"Yes, Miss Nikki." 

"Well, I'll let you...but only on the condition that you promise to come see me again. Will you do that?" 

"Yes, yes, I promise I will. I give you my word." 

"OK then. Go ahead. You may kiss them" 

Max put his mouth on her right breast. Immediately he was filled with a feeling of warmth and security. His anxieties and fears melted away with Nikki's acquiescence in the fulfillment of his deepest desires. He worshipped her breasts. He succumbed completely to their power. He made love to them slowly and gently with his mouth and hands. His tensions faded as he basked in the glow of Nikki's maternal acceptance of him. But she was not yet done toying with him. 

"That's enough now." Max backed off as Nikki took a step backwards. "Time is money, honey, and yours is winding down. I have another customer coming in to see me in awhile. He is going to fuck me. I need to prepare for him. So it is time for you to get on with it. Put your hand on your cock and start fucking it. NOW!" Max did as he was told. "Yes, that's it, jack it. But don't you dare come. You come without permission, and you will be shut off. Is that clear little boy?" 

"Yes, maam." 

"Yes, look at you. How pathetic! Dawn, dear, have you ever seen anything like this?" 

Dawn giggled. "No, Mistress, I haven't. He is truly a sad case. But it is good that he makes so much money. I guess that is what he IS good for." She lit a cigarette as she continued watching the show. 

"True, that seems to be his only redeeming asset. Otherwise, I'd never waste my time on him. Can you believe that he actually once asked if he could put that scrawny cock inside me? YOU DON'T MAKE ENOUGH FOR THAT, SCUMBAG! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD? I WOULD NEVER EVER LET YOU INSIDE ME! YOU'RE LUCKY I LET YOU JACK OFF WITH ME." 

Max was getting exactly what he paid for. He loved the scolding and the humiliation. He loved being on a roller coaster ride where the crest of acceptance was followed by the descent of degradation. He loved the way that Nikki masterfully guided him through the peaks and valleys of his subconscious desires. The ride was thrilling. And he knew the climax was coming for indeed his time was running out. 

Nikki laid across the bed. "You may come up here with me now, boy." Max got into the position. He was kneeling over her on her right side, his cock aimed at her breasts. His hand was still moving although very slowly. 

"Dawn, dear, would you come and assist me please." Dawn climbed on the bed behind Max, a black leather paddle in her hand. 

"This time you will get both punishment and redemption at the same time. You are a bad boy. You are sinful. You belong on your knees when you are with me. Worship me. Worship the body you are not worthy to touch." 

"Lay into him!" 

Dawn pounded the paddle on his ass. Max lurched forward, moaning and gasping as the shock of the whacks enveloped his body. The intense pain brought him to an even higher level. His hand was moving ever faster on his cock. He stared at his Mistress' breasts filling his brain with the vision of their beauty and power. He was on the edge. 

"Miss Nikki....may I please have your permission to come now? I beg you.... I need it so bad. Please, please let me. I promise I will be good. Please, please." Max was shaking as the words came stuttering out. 

"Just a little more....a little more.....hold on...hold on....hold on to it.....just a little more. There....there. Tell me now, are you sorry for being such a bad boy?" 

"Yes." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes" 

"Then you may come now." 

Max immediately let loose with a body wrenching orgasm which shook him to the core. His come streamed across Nikki's breasts. Dawn stopped the spanking to allow him to experience the full intensity of the tremendous release. Nikki whispered lovingly to him, "Yes, yes, that's a good boy, yes, yes, oh yes, you are so good, Mommy forgives you, hmmmm, yes, oh that feels good, yes." 

Max collapsed in Nikki's arms. She comforted and soothed him as she stroked his hair. She allowed him enough time to recover his wits. Then his time was done. He dressed quickly. 

"Thank you Max, I really do like seeing you. And remember your promise, I want you back here soon." 

"Yes, and thank you Nikki, you are beautiful. Thank you. And you too Miss Dawn, I am glad you could join in." 

He walked out, leaving behind the tensions and stresses he had walked in with. And $600, the price of his sin.

The Price of Startling Someone



"Where's my sparky?" bellowed James, entering the back room of the electrical shop and knowing full well that Amber was there.

Amber, holding on to the counter hissed "I'm hanging from the ceiling you big goof! Where did you think I'd be?"

James had this habit that when he'd get bored, he'd roam and sneak up on her. Despite the fact that Amber really liked James, she was getting a tad fed up with this habit of his and fully intended to teach him a lesson some day.

When James didn't answer, she asked "What did you come down here for?"

"Just checking up on you. You got that thing all fixed up yet?"

"Yeah, almost. I should be able to reinstall it in about an hour. I will need you to hold it while I secure it back on, can you meet me there at say, 2:45?"

"Yes, I can be there."

"Good, now let me work in peace and stop startling me!"

"Yes Dear." James said, laughing and knowing she hated the "yes dear" patronizing answer. And he left her alone to finish her work.

Amber finished up earlier than planned and took the part over to the isolated breaker room at the other end of their huge storage hall. It was night shift so nobody was around. Amber liked night shifts. It was quiet, she could get her work done faster and more efficiently and there were no bosses around save for a shift foreman, in this case, James. For a foreman, he was good and wasn't all full of himself, having come up through the ranks. Amber was glad she was on his crew, he was the best and pretty darn nice to look at too, she thought with a smile. 

Once in the breaker room, she managed to reinstall the part without any help, using some random item to hold the part up while she secured it into place. By the time 2:40 rolled around, she was done. And that's when she thought of it. "IT" being revenge. She could hide in a corner and finally show that big goof James what it was like to be startled and scared half way out of your skin.

So she hid. A few minutes passed and then she heard the door open and close and heard footsteps. From her hiding place, she could only see through a very narrow opening and was able to confirm that it was indeed James in the room and he was alone. He'd been trying to be quiet and scare her again, of that she was sure. And had she been working, it would have worked too. She took a deep breath, got out of her hiding place quietly, snuck up behind him and yelled "Where's my helper?"

Before she could do anything else, James had whipped around, grabbed her and pushed her against the wall, ready to hit her. 

"Whoa there Big Guy!"

Without releasing her, James hissed "You're lucky I didn't flatten you."

"So how does it feel to be on the receiving end of this for a change?" She asked with a snicker.

"Not good. You've made your point."

"But I still owe you about a dozen more!" Amber said with a smile.

"How about I do something to erase my debt?" James was still holding her pinned against the wall but not as forcefully.

"Like what?"

Without warning, James bent down and took possession of her lips with his. Surprised, Amber didn't react at first. However, it didn't take her long to start kissing him back, her arms going around his waist to pull him closer. He obliged, relaxing his grip on her and now letting his hands roam. 

Amber reached up and removed her hard hat and dropped it to the ground. She then removed his hard hat and did the same. Then, she reached up and wrapped her finger in his soft hair. Meanwhile, James was undoing her thick safety fabric shirt, pulling it up out of her pants and undoing the buttons. When his hand touched her skin, she moaned gently. He broke the kiss to have a look and whistled.

"So that's what you're hiding under there! Wow!"

Amber pulled him back to her and kissed him again. He continued his exploration and found a stiff nipple under the lace of her bra. With his thumb rubbing it, her nipple hardened even more and it was his turn to moan. He broke the kiss once more but this time, to trail a series of kisses down towards her breasts. He looked for the bra's closure on her back but found none so he pulled back and exclaimed "Ah, front closure, even better." 

He used both hands to gently undo the clasp and push the cups of her bra aside. Then, he bent down and started kissing her breasts everywhere. Everywhere except the nipples. He was teasing her, tormenting her. She tried to direct his head toward the aching nipples but he simply went past it, causing her to groan.

"You're a tease, James."

"Really?"

"You know you are."

He straightened up and reclaimed her mouth, kissing her deeply for a few moments and then went back to her breasts and lightly licked one nipple. Amber's sharp intake of air told him that she'd been anticipating the moment.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes, James, and I want more and you know it."

She pulled his head towards her breast again and this time, he let her guide him there, licking, kissing and sucking on her nipple before moving across her chest to do the same to the second one. Amber was breathing hard and could feel herself starting towards a climax. So she pushed down on his head slightly, showing him she was wild with desire to have him eat her.

His hands went to her belt and undid it, along with the button and the zipper. He pushed down on her pants as he was still lavishing her breasts. Then, he started on a trail of kisses that led to another pair of lips. With her pants down around her knees, Amber could barely open her legs for him but it was enough. His tongue darted between her folds and teased her sensitive nub, causing her to push away from the wall and onto his face, moaning loudly. 

James smiled and used one hand to hold her still. With the other, he pushed his way between her legs and found her wet core. He gently pushed up until he had two fingers inside her and continued to use his tongue to tease her clit. He could feel her tensing up around his fingers and knew it wouldn't be long. He intensified his teasing of her nub and the movement of his fingers and felt her lose control, coming against him. He eased off slightly but didn't withdraw his fingers until she'd come back down to earth just a tad.

Then, he got up and pulled her towards a table a few feet away. He turned her around and pushed her down on the table. Without any further ado, he positioned himself behind her and entered her. Amber moaned in delight and braced herself on the table. When he grabbed her by the hips, she said "Oh God James, take me, take me hard!"

Not one to argue, James took her hard, pounding his thick cock into her tight pussy and creating that delicious friction they both wanted. Soon, he felt her pussy walls start tightening around his cock and gently said "Come for me Amber, come again."

That was her undoing and she came, squeezing his cock inside her, moaning loudly and causing him to come also. He groaned his release as he slowed down inside her. Then, they stayed still for a few moments. He withdrew and did up his pants while she straightened up to redo hers. He helped her with her shirt buttons and kissed her tenderly as he did so.

Finally, she spoke: "By the way, that only erased one, you still owe me eleven more to erase your debt."

"I'd like to make daily payments if I can instead of a lump sum, is that acceptable?"

"Maybe your payments could be made at another location, like my home maybe?"

"I think that can be arranged."

"And you don't have to startle me anymore to make extra payments."

"Okay. I won't. I got my lesson."

Both smiled and walked back towards the plant. There were going to be interest charges, Amber thought to herself. 



The Price of Submission



Missy is "a giver" - happy to help out, to run an errand, to pitch in when times are tough or just to sit and listen when all that is needed is a shoulder to cry on and the reassurance that one is in the right. That generous nature has its fullest expression when Missy loves. The men in her past life unexpectedly found little bags of their favorite snacks in their brief cases. Missy researched and provided tea high in Vitamin C for the smoker, high protein/low cholesterol foods for the diabetic, and English tea with homemade tea snacks for the one who longed to return to England. 

Some people think Missy is generous to try to "buy" friends, despite the fact that Missy's generosity is extended to strangers! Missy leaves extra money at the Starbuck's drive-through window to pay for the orders of people in line behind her. Missy thinks her generosity is her gift to herself. Bringing unexpected joy into the lives of others brings her joy as well. Missy believes one gets back what one puts out, and Missy tries to treat others as Missy hopes to be treated in return. 

It was, therefore, no bar to her interest that the posting Missy came across on the internet indicated that a Dominant Gentleman was looking for a submissive with whom to have dinner, and that the submissive chosen to join him for dinner would be expected to buy her own meal. After all, there was that other gentleman Missy had met online who apologetically explained that his funds were running too low to treat her to breakfast, so Missy picked up the check for them both, knowing that there was nothing more Missy could offer him. Missy agreed with the Dominant Gentleman that there should be no early expectations or sense of obligation in a meeting that might yield her first foray into the world of Dominant/submissive relationships or might simply be an evening away from home, interesting but not to be repeated.

After serving that Dominant Gentleman for more than a year, Missy now realizes her willingness to assume the cost of that first meal (a meal that, in fact, was paid for by the Dominant Gentleman) opened the door for far greater costs that Missy has paid in blood, sweat, and many, many tears. During the many months of service, Missy researched and helped buy instruments of torture the Dominant Gentleman uses on her. As instructed by the Dominant Gentleman, Missy purchased and stripped the rubber from one side of a ping pong paddle that has stroked her breasts and ass many times; Missy purchased a length of chain and three padlocks that have been used to secure Missy to the bed overnight as discipline for failing to serve as preferred; and Missy has made sure there was a cat-of-nine-tails in good condition for the Dominant Gentleman to use in disciplining her on the rare occasions Missy can be with him in person.

The Dominant Gentleman gave Missy over $1,000 cash and specific instructions as to the number, type, and even color of the various implements the Dominant Gentleman prefers to have available for use in training and disciplining Missy. Missy has matched the Dominant Gentleman's contributions toward those purchases. In addition, Missy's wardrobe reflects the Dominant Gentleman's clothing preferences for submissives in his service. Missy now owns several pairs of 4" high heel pumps, and many pairs of jet-black pantyhose from which Missy has removed the crotches. Missy no longer gets a monthly haircut (the Dominant Gentleman prefers long hair). Missy no longer buys (or wears) panties and Missy wears bras so infrequently that purchases of bras are few and far between.

Yet Missy knows the real price for the privilege of expressing her submissive nature is far greater than any price paid in money, time or effort. The true price of submission is her self. Missy must release her need for control, put away her independent spirit, and rely solely and completely on the Dominant Gentleman Missy now serves. Missy knows that the Dominant Gentleman can be trusted to care for her, to protect her from any serious injury or harm even to her personal or professional reputation. Missy has experienced first hand the Dominant Gentleman's concern for her physical, emotional, and mental health. Missy has profited by the Dominant Gentleman's guidance by losing 100 pounds of excess weight, increasing her physical fitness and personal appearance. The Dominant Gentleman has assisted Missy in developing emotional and psychological coping skills that have improved her enjoyment of life and her ability to function on many levels. Despite all this, Missy has found it difficult to make the leap from intellectual understanding to emotional and psychological belief, which is required in order to fully and completely rely on the Dominant Gentleman to control and direct Missy's life. 

When the Dominant Gentleman first told Missy his preference that Missy no longer refer to herself by using "I" or "me," Missy knew it would be difficult, and in fact, at first the largest difficulty was remembering that it was permitted to use those pronouns when in business and family settings. The most insidious difficulty, however, was accepting that the loss of those pronouns - the verbal acknowledgement of the abdication of her self in service to the Dominant Gentleman - was small in comparison to the opportunity to express Missy's submissive personality, and to be fully and completely understood and accepted for who and what Missy is by the Dominant Gentleman.

When the Dominant Gentleman told Missy to choose her pet name from the list that included "bitch," "cunt," "slut," "whore," amongst others, Missy chose the title of "bitch," and fully entered into the spirit of the name by moving about on all fours when in the Dominant Gentleman's presence, and by moving his shoes to the closet by carrying them in her mouth. When Missy shares meals with the Dominant Gentleman in private, Missy eats on all fours, putting her face into her pet bowl, once the Dominant Gentleman gives permission. The Dominant Gentleman presented Missy with a leather collar and leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Wearing those items makes Missy excited and happy. But, when the Dominant Gentleman requested that Missy, as his bitch, bark to gain his attention, Missy was overwhelmed. Missy loves to talk; Missy is articulate and justly proud of her ability for self-expression that has been honed over the years. Missy was dismayed and surprised to find that, although as a submissive Missy was willing to accede to the Dominant Gentleman's request, some inner core of pride and selfishness would not agree. 

Even though the Dominant Gentleman made it clear that Missy would be granted permission to speak with the Dominant Gentleman once Missy barked for and received permission, some part of Missy felt barking was one step further than Missy was willing to go to serve the Dominant Gentleman. For long minutes, Missy stayed in place on the floor, feeling the need to fully enter her chosen role of bitch by barking, thus providing another service to the Dominant Gentleman. But Missy was silently fighting the most insecure part of herself that had spent decades clinging to intelligence, wit, and articulate language skills as its basis for self-esteem, the part that could not let go of its voice. The Dominant Gentleman was forthright in expressing his preferences, but never makes demands or issues orders. The Dominant Gentleman always allows Missy to choose to accept his preferences, but makes it clear that all choices come with consequences.

Missy knew that barking was the price to be paid in order to avoid being sent away from the very brief time the Dominant Gentleman would be close enough to allow Missy to be physically with him. Missy's frustration with herself grew; Missy shook her head from side to side as if trying to shake out a bark, as if getting just one out would destroy the barriers that were holding her back. Missy pushed harder than ever before, and finally paid the price the Dominant Gentleman set for Missy's decision to be the Dominant Gentleman's bitch. Missy managed to overcome the fear of loss of humanity, and to express the dedication of every aspect of physical and emotional self to the service the Dominant Gentleman preferred. Missy managed to bark, never finding it easy to do, but becoming better at it as the practice continued throughout the night of service to the Dominant Gentleman.

Because Missy is a pain slut, Missy pays a physical price for service. Missy's clitoris is clamped with a clothespin every day; Missy's anus is stuffed with various anal plugs daily as well. The Dominant Gentleman has pierced each of Missy's nipples once, and has clamped them many times. Missy's knees ache and creak from being on all fours whenever at home and not performing some household duty that requires standing. The strokes given by the Dominant Gentleman for punishment, discipline, or entertainment have left bruises that lingered for days on end. Each mark is stroked and examined as Missy remembers the attention and care the Dominant Gentleman exercised in providing them to her, and reliving the orgasms that Missy experiences with each stroke of pain provided by the Dominant Gentleman. When Missy had served for several months, during which Missy had begged the Dominant Gentleman to pierce her nipples as a symbol of his ownership, the Dominant Gentleman agreed. Missy was thrilled to have a permanent expression of her service and dedication to the Dominant Gentleman. Missy relives the nipple piercings each time the nipple hardware is put into place, and looks upon the Dominant Gentleman's barbells as a concrete expression of her dedication to and love for the Dominant Gentleman.

Throughout the week, Missy is professional, competent, and dedicated to her firm and its clients. Missy undertakes any task that needs to be done with a confidence and a willingness to help. Her intelligence and skills are noted and often remarked upon; the extra effort Missy puts into everything Missy does is appreciated. Taking charge and getting the job done are the hallmarks of Missy's professional life. The physical upkeep and maintenance of the house in which Missy lives require the same skills, as does caring for her pets, and her aging and ill parents. The friendships Missy has formed and maintained over decades of moves around the country demand her creativity and attention. Missy is a good and faithful friend, no matter how far away the friend may be, but being a friend to her submissive self has been difficult for her.

Her submissive self is always ready to respond to any preference stated by the Dominant Gentleman or intuited by the submissive self. Missy's submissive nature needs to be of service, wants to demonstrate its complete reliance on the Dominant Gentleman, and yearns to become useful and rewarding to the Dominant Gentleman. For Missy, the price is steep, and the terms are difficult. Pride in service, happiness in the face of physical pain, and self-esteem based on relinquishing any part of herself that is not required in service are the rewards offered in exchange for all the things that Missy has always believed make her the woman Missy is. The defiant voice that tried to silence the barking tries to make this price larger than it is, and says that, if the Dominant Gentleman doesn't want Missy as Missy is, then why doesn't he just go find another bitch to serve him. At this point in her thinking, however, Missy has to recognize and accept that it was her choice to offer herself to the Dominant Gentleman to serve as his bitch. 

Despite the fact that Missy did not anticipate that serving as the Dominant Gentleman's bitch would require barking, Missy knew that the Dominant Gentleman's bitch was expected to move about on all fours and to eat from a bowl on the floor. Being required to bark for permission to speak is not a large leap from the things Missy had accepted early on in her service. Furthermore, the thought of losing the opportunity to express her submission by serving the Dominant Gentleman is enough to make Missy more determined than ever to come to grips with the true cost of her choice to submit and serve. Missy's knowledge of who and what Missy is based in large part on the guidance Missy receives from the Dominant Gentleman. Missy cannot go back to the inexperienced, unexpressed submissive Missy was before meeting the Dominant Gentleman. Missy has no wish to do so, even when the service to be performed is difficult. Missy firmly believes that Missy is serving the Dominant Gentleman that best understands and develops her submission. Missy also believes that losing the Dominant Gentleman would bring Missy's service crashing down, irretrievably broken, and destroyed. The loss of the opportunity to serve, which brings excitement and meaning to so much of Missy's life, would be a far greater cost than any physical or emotional pain that service costs Missy. And so, like the true submissive Missy is, Missy pays the price required to serve, to submit, and to seek to prove herself as the best bitch ever to offer herself in submission to the Dominant Gentleman who has made Missy's life worth living.



The Price of Success



"But.. Beth... I ... I am not a lesbian."

"So?" Beth looked down at her intern. Her huge blue eyes were focused into the flames of the fireplace. Lori shivered as much from the though of making love to another woman as from the snowy cold outside the cabin. She was nineteen, in her first year of college, but looked much younger. She was petite, thin, her breasts barely showed from under her thick pink sweater. She hung her head. Her long blond hair covered most of her face.

"Neither was... is Tina." Beth sat beside the younger girl on the over stuffed couch. "Tina recognized that there was a lot I could do for her. Now she is finishing school and I need another assistant."

"But I thought that you liked my work and that this promotion was a... reward." The girl spoke still not looking up at her boss.

"You are being offered this position because I know what you are capable of. You are good at your job, but then again so are the other three interns. It is a cold world, there is a lot of competition." Beth put her hand on Lori's thigh. "I had to sleep with a lot of guys to make it."

"I need this job to pay for school. But I wouldn't know what to do .. in bed with a woman... I don't think I could do it."

Beth ran her hand up inside the girls leg then pulled it away. She stood. "Okay it's up to you. I'll am going to take a quick soak in the hot tub, join me if you wish to give it a try. If not I will drive you back to the city and you can clean out your desk."

Beth turned her back and walked toward the bedroom. Lori was sobbing.

Beth sat naked in the outdoor hot tub. Her tits floated a bit above the warm water. The snow had stopped leaving the moon was peaking out from behind the clouds. There was a wonderful view of the valley floor below. She sat down a wine glass and eased back into the warm water, eyes closed. She knew that the girl would give in. She wanted success too much to say no. 

Beth tingled from the though of taking a new lover. She ran her hands over her 34D breasts. Her nipples were erect. It is not that Tina had been a bad lover. She was hot, but she was beginning to enjoy it to much. Beth liked to take what she wanted. Everyone else had taken what they wanted from her.

The glass door to the bedroom opened. Beth opened her eyes. The girl stood before her in a two piece thong swim suit. 

"I found the suit you left me... I have never had one like this.. It doesn't cover much."

Beth looked up at the girl. "You should get in before you freeze." Lori eased her self into the warm water near her boss. "Closer." She put her arm around her shoulders and pulled the thin body near her. 

"I still don't know if I can do this..." Her voice was quiet, just above a whisper ".. I have only had one serious boyfriend. We have only had sex a few times. I still don't know if I can do this... with a woman..." Her voiced trailed off into silence.

Beth said nothing, she pulled the frightened face toward her and kissed her on the lips. "You can do it if you want. I didn't think I could either. At least I will be a bit more gentle than they were to me." Beth almost felt bad about lying.

"You had to sleep with women also?"

"At first it was just men. There weren't many woman in positions of authority back then. There was one woman I had sex with. My first bi experience. It was actually easier with her. The men did not want to make love then just wanted a fuck. 

"The first time I was just called into the office. There were two men and a female secretary. I was given a choice: no job or a promotion. The promotion carried with it a few new responsibilities. I needed the job, so I agreed. A few minutes later I was naked, face down on my bosses cold desk with his dick in my mouth. The secretary spread my legs and guided the other man's dick into my cunt. She massaged my ass and gentled forced her finger up my ass as the guy pounded me. She stayed with me through the ordeal. Part of the time she held me down for them, but mostly she just comforted me. Afterward she took me to the washroom and cleaned me up."

"She was your first woman?"

"No. We became friends and much later we had a fling. My first time was at this cabin, or on the way here I guess." 

"The boss told me that he would be talking me away for the weekend. He picked me up on Friday night from my apartment. His wife was in the back seat. I did not have a clue that he expected me to have sex with her. He just stuck me in the back seat. By the time we got up here I had eaten my first pussy." Beth kissed the girl again. She was very tense. Her hand caressed her small tit. Lori pulled away. "This is not the best place for a first time. You should get out of that suit and meet me on the rug in front of the fire." 

The girl stepped out of the water and hurried back indoors. Beth was glad she had picked the thong for her. Her nearly naked ass glowed white in the moon light.

Lori struggled out of the wet suit in front of the mirror of the cabin's guest room. The idea of being touched by a woman made her ill. She could not do it. She dried the ends of her hair and rubbed the towel across her little breasts. Her large pinkish brown nipples were erect from the cold. She had never been comfortable with her body. The other girls in school had always had more sooner. She was shy. Even her boyfriend, the only man she had ever given herself to, had never seen her juvenal body naked in full light. She ran the towel into her blonde bush. Her pubic hair was the only part of her that seemed to be from an adult woman. 

She fought back tears. She had to continue, everything depended on this job; success or failure. If she said no she would have to quit school and go back to work at McDonalds. She rummaged through her luggage and found her white plush robe. It hid her body nearly to her knees. 

She would have to let Beth do as she pleased. 

Beth warmed herself through her black silk robe in front of the fire. The room was dark except for the fire light. She knew Lori was shy. The first time would be on the girl's terms. There would be time later for humiliation; for the training. She felt her cunt becoming wet.

The girl glided slowly into the room. Beth had not expected the white robe but she would play along. She would see her naked little body soon enough. "Come near the fire little one." 

The two stood together for a few moments before Lori spoke. "I will do what you want... Just please be gentle. I don't know what you have planned, but... I have very little experience." Beth was loving this more and more. "I don't know why you even want me. I am skinny, not sexy like the other girls. I am practically flat chested I don't even fill a B cup". 

"Sit on the rug Lori and lets talk." Beth pulled the younger woman onto the fur rug near the fire. "I think you are damn sexy. You will soon be a very experienced sensual woman. As far as your breasts, I like small women. Let me see what you have."

Beth could see the surrender in the girl's eyes as she lowered the robe off her shoulders into her lap. Her hands were buried in the folds of material in her crouch.

"See that wasn't so bad." Beth moved Lori's long hair back over her shoulders exposing her breasts. They were the size of two small peaches. Her skin was pale as porcelain. Her body had never seen the sun. She ran the backs of her fingers across Lori's nipples. She then cupped her right breast. She could feel the girl's struggle not to pull away. Her breast flesh was warm and firm. "They are just perfect. You are very beautiful, we are going to enjoy each other." 

"Yours are so much larger, everyone says you are sexy." 

"Thank you. Let me see the rest of you body. Stand up and drop your robe." 

The girl, standing, closed her eyes and released the last of her covering. Her fragile body was revealed in the fire light. She shivered. "I am sorry. I don't like being naked." 

Beth stood and dropped her robe. "Now we are even. Feel better?"

Lori's blue eyes opened. She was tying hard not to cry. "Yes, I guess."

Beth ran her hand down the girls back onto her tiny ass. She could feel the heat from the fireplace on her skin. Her fingers found her crack then her virgin hole. She did not force a finger in. That would come later. She ran her hand back around her hips and found the girls mound. She gently ran her fingers through her fur. Lori gasped.

Beth continued to stroke her. "You have a nice ass. Your boyfriend must love it."

"I guess... "

"He never says anything about it?"

"No, I guess he has never really seen me .. down there."

"You have had sex with him?"

"Yes, but the first time I kept my skirt on. After that in bed I never pulled the sheet down below my waist. It was always dark... I am really shy."

"You are so young and shy...We will have to solve that problem, now wont we?" She pulled the thin naked body of the girl to her chest. "It is time to begin." She held her large breast up to the girl's face. "Suckle me." Beth felt The girl's soft mouth close about her nipple. She felt the growing wetness between her own legs. She caressed the girl's cunt lips and clit. She shuttered with the touch.

Lori felt like someone else had taken over her body. Her eyes were closed but she felt the woman's nipples on her lips and tongue. She felt the woman's hands on her ass. Then a hand griped her mound and a finger spread her lips and penetrated her deepest womanhood. She wanted to scream "NO" but the words would not come out. She had never been touched so intimately. Now she was being touched by a woman. This was so dirty. 

She felt herself being pushed to the soft rug. The body on top of her held her down. She felt lips at her neck then at her breasts. Nipples were being bitten then licked. It hurt. She finally could speak. "No, please no... this is dirty."

Her tinder breasts were on fire from the abuse. But the mouth moved down her belly. She felt hands on her waist then spreading her thighs. Then the mouth found her most tender parts, it bit and licked. "AGGH NO, Please no..." Hands griped her ass and pulled her body toward the mouth. Something wet and warm forced its way into her womanhood. She could not take it. She did not understand what was happening to her body. She lost control...Agh NO NO PLEASSSEEE. Silence, darkness for a long time. Then vague feelings of being picked up and moved to a safe warm place. Then blackness. 

"Yea Bob I know it is two AM." Beth stood in the door way of the guest room with her cell against her ear. "It was a long drive and I had to go slow with her. She will be ours, just give me some time to break her...Great body. Long legs, pretty little ass and nice little tits. She looks like a fifteen year old virgin. She will be very useful. ... Just give me a couple of days to train her."

Beth could barely make out the lithe form of her new assistant on the bed. She was crying, sobbing to her self.. "No... no I feel so dirty."

Beth whispered. "Just wait until tomorrow, I will give you something to cry about." 

"Lori wake up." Beth, dressed in her black robe, set on the bed next to the sleeping girl. Morning sunshine streamed in through the window onto the bed. Lori lay on her side under a blanket, still naked from the night before. "We have a lot to do. I said wake up." Beth pulled the blanket off the girl. She slapped the girls ass. Lori startled, set up in bed, realizing her nakedness; she covered her breasts with one hand and her cunt with the other.

"It's morning?"

"Yes, and we have a lot to do."

"What happen to me last night?"

"You had a orgasm. You seemed to like what I did to you."

Lori looked down at her naked legs. "It felt like I was being raped."

"If it makes you feel better to think of it as a rape then so be it. But you did enjoy it. Even Tina, who is bi, did not have an orgasm the first time I ate her. She just lay still and let me do it."

"But it felt dirty."

"Bull shit. In your virgin world it is dirty. But you liked it anyway."

"What will happen today."

"You must learn the duties of an assistant"

"Can we have breakfast first?"

"Sooner than you think little one. First we need a shower." 

Beth led the girl by the hand toward the bathroom.

"Tina, Its Bob."

"What's up?"

"Still in bed."

"Alone?"

"Yea, but it is good to be able to sleep in."

"Beth needs you to run some papers up to the cabin."

"Oh, I thought Beth was up there with the new assistant, I figured she would be to busy to work."

"Yea, but maybe you could pitch in and help with the new employee orientation. She said to bring your favorite toy."

"Cool. That will be fun. She is ... cute."

"Yea I know, I still want the cute, but I want her to act like a whore."

"Got cha."

"You know what to do. I'll run the papers by about noon, bye."

"See ya." 

"Have fun."

Tina hung up the phone and ran her hands down her body to her bare naked cunt. Two fingers slide easily inside. She was indeed going to have 'fun' with the new girl.

Beth stood naked in the large shower with the girl. Lori looked passively down as the older woman spread soapy water from a hand cloth onto her breasts. "Feels good doesn't it."

"Yes, it is very warm and soothing. You have wonderful hands."

"See I knew that you would start to enjoy a woman's touch. Remember how I do this you will need to do it for me." 

Lori with out thinking about it was beginning to enjoy the woman's hands on her body. Beth finished with her breasts and moved down to her cunt. She pushed the girl firmly against the wall and rubbed the bar of soap over her fury mound. 

"That feels sooo good." Lori whispered. 

"We have just begun little one." Beth reached for the shower massager. She started the flow and pressed it firmly against the girls cunt." 

The water blasted up into her vagina. "Oh .. oh Beth that is ..." Lori felt her self approaching an orgasm. 

Suddenly the water stopped. Every day before work and every day at lunch you will wash yourself like this, I want you clean anytime I want you. Now turn and face the wall."

"Please wash me some more there, it feels so good."

"No, turn around now."

Lori did as she was told. Beth held her hand on her back and pushed her hard against the wall. Lori felt her nipples pressed against the cold tiles. Beth's warm soapy hands then moved to her ass. 

"Spread your legs kitten."

Lori obeyed without thinking. Then she felt a finger probing her ass hole. "What are you doing? Stop Please." All the humiliation of the night before returned. The digit penetrated into her rectum. Lori pulled herself away from Beth. The finger was suddenly ripped from her ass leaving a burning pain. "Please not that..."

"Shut up." Beth knew it was time to exert her authority over the girl. "Alright, go into your bedroom and stand by the bed. You are wet do not sit on anything." 

A few minutes later Beth, now dry and dressed in her robe found the girl standing by her bed. Beth sat near her. She looked at the naked wet girl for a moment. "Understand this dear heart, You are not just my employee, you belong to me." Beth knew she was pushing the girl's training, but maybe it was time to take a gamble. "You will do as I say or you will be punished, understand?"

"Yes, I am sorry, I wasn't expecting that you would do that."

"Do what.. Say it."

"I did not know that you would put your finger in my behind."

"Your ass. Say it right."

"I did not expect a finger in my...ass. I have never ..."

"You must be punished, understand?"

"Yes Beth... I am sorry .. I understand."

"Good. When was the last time you were spanked."

Lori gasped. " I was ... thirteen."

"Why..?"

"My father caught me with a neighbor boy. I had my shirt open showing my chest. We were playing doctor." 

"Did you learn your lesson."

"I was very ashamed. It was five years before I let a boy see me like that."

"Did he spank you bare bottom?"

"No.. Never. Always in panties."

"Bend over my legs." Lori kneeled and bent her body over Beth's lap. Beth stared down at the perfect little girl's ass. It was pale, with out blemish. In a moment it would not be so pristine. 

The first blow came with out warning. Then another. Lori screamed at each blow of Beth's hand. Red marks appeared. She openly cried. Beth only hit her seven times. 

When she realized it was over Lori sobbed. "I'm sorry... (sob) I'm sorry I was a bad girl... (sob) I will do what ever you say.. I promise...(sob) I promise. I am sorry I was bad." 

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, oh Please no more... I promise I will be a good girl...I will do what ever you want."

Beth was near to orgasm. But she was not done with the girl yet. She reached over to the night stand and grabbed a bottle of baby oil. She spread oil over the little red ass laying across her lap. She massaged it in. "Feel better?"

"Yes, thank you. Your hands feel so good."

"Now we continue your lessons." Beth dribbled oil into the little ass crack. Her finger found her entrance. Before Lori could react she plunged her finger deep into her rectum.

"Agh." Lori gasp. She tightened her buttock around the intrusion forcing it's way into her bowel.

"Stop resisting or I will use two fingers and then spank you again later. Understand?"

"Yes. I'm sorry." She went limp.

Beth began to finger fuck the little ass hole. The feeling on her finger was tight and warm. She almost wished she had a penis to fuck it with. She envied the first man that she would allow to take Lori's ass. She planned on being there. She would hold the girl down. It would have to be soon before the girl became trained to the humiliation. Beth enjoyed the way she cried.

Beth continued the finger ass fucking. She watched Lori's face, she gasped for breath trying to control the pain. Tears rain down her cheeks. Beth reached her other hand under the girl's hips . She found her clit then her cunt. She was dripping wet. Beth forced her finger into the little vagina. Lori was being fingered fucked in both holes.

"Ah. That... feels good..." Lori whispered. "I want to cum. Agh I want to cuummm. PLEEEAAASE" Lori began to hump Beth's hands. "Lick me like you did last night, I neeeeed to cum." Lori was begging.

Suddenly Beth pulled her hands away. "Get on your knees between my legs." Lori now knew better than to disobey. Beth opened her robe exposing her big breasts and shaved cunt. She grabbed the girls little breasts by the nipples and pulled her face into her bosom.

Lori knew what Beth wanted. She opened her mouth and took Beth's; nipple in. She licked and kissed and sucked her breasts. Lori felt something deep inside her body take control. She knew what Beth wanted, she would give it to her. Lori know what she wanted also. She wanted to cum again. 

Lori soon was gasping for air. She sat back on her heels and squeezed Beth's breasts. 

"Does that feel good, Beth."

"Yes... it is nice."

"You are so beautiful. I never knew a woman could be so...sexy."

"You've seen a lot of naked women then?"

"Oh, NO. In school of course we had to shower together. I just tried never to look. I always hurried to get done anyway. The other girls always teased me. They called me boy's names. They would scream, cover their crouches, and yell 'go away little boy, don't rape me with your little . . . dick'. Once they stole my panties and left a pair of little boys briefs. They were way to small even for me. But I had to wear them the rest of the day."

"From my view point you look all woman to me." Beth looked down at the petite hips and thin long legs.

"You are tanned all over.. I am as pale as a china plate"

"A group of us at work get together in the executive gym. There is a sauna and a sun room. As my assistant you will be there a lot. I think you skin is lovely"