1 comments/ 45182 views/ 2 favorites Her By: princezdaizy Her pink cheeks are flush with the excitement of telling a story. Her blonde hair rests on her shoulders. Her blue eyes are wide and they look to me for approval. I turn up the corners of my mouth and she continues with more vivacity. The innocence and naivety pour from her ink- pen blue eyes. I am not listening as intently as I should be. I am thinking about removing her clothes and uncovering her milky white skin. Some of her clothing betrays her. I can see the curves of her body. I can see her creamy, swollen breasts, long silky thighs, and the golden down of a natural blonde. Her eyes flash with enthusiasm of reciting her tale. She is a beautiful angel whom I wish to give the wondrous hypnotic sensation of sweet sensual love. I long to kiss her shoulder and swirl my tongue around her taut nipples. My goal is to have her lily white skin speckled with goosebumps and a hot desire grow between her legs. But there is no yielding in her eyes. I knew that if I wanted to have my way with her I was going to have to start things out slowly. Very slowly. I was hoping to give her pleasures that she had not even experienced from a man. I gently placed my hand on her arm. Her skin was warm to my touch. I looked sideways at her and smiled. I was urged on by the fact that she didn't react dramatically to my hand on her arm. I turned and looked her straight in the face. "Do you want to come upstairs to my room?" "Sure." I couldn't believe that she had agreed. I started to panic as I led her up the stairs. I didn't expect her to say yes and I didn't know what the hell I was going to do once we got to my bedroom. I opened the door to the tiny room and escorted her in. I shut the door behind me. I plugged in the Christmas lights that I still had up around my closet door and lit some candles. She sat down on my bed and crossed her legs Indian style. I sat across from her in the same position. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be with a woman?" I thought that maybe my question was a bit bold and I regretted asking it immediately. "Not really. Why, have you?" "Actually, I've been with a woman, but I was to shy to do anything to her, and I wonder what it would be like." "Wow. I can't believe that you've been with a woman. Was it weird?" "At first it was, but I was really into it." I uncrossed my legs and leaned closer to her. I wanted to kiss her but I couldn't tell if she would be okay with it or not. Learning from past experiences I shed all of my inhibitions and went for it. I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. To my surprise she kissed me back. I pulled away and looked at her. "Was it weird?" "A little." "Can we do it again?" She nodded her head. I moved towards her and kissed her again. I nibbled her bottom lip and she let her mouth part. I slid my tongue into her warm mouth and kissed her sweetly. I lightly caressed her arm while I kissed her and before I know it I was undoing the buttons of her shirt, and she didn't stop me. I pulled my red angora sweater over my head and tossed it on the floor. I dipped my head low and licked her neck. I wrapped my arms around her and unclasped her bra. I slid the white lace garment away from her body and threw it to the floor. I gently pushed her down onto the bed and her golden hair fanned about her head and she was a diaphanous angel staring up at me. I took her left nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue until it became taut. I kissed the swell of her breast. I trailed my tongue into the valley between her breasts and planted a kiss there. A soft murmur escaped from her lips. I moved to the other breast and repeated the same procedure. I realized that it wasn't fair for her to have her bra off and I was still wearing mine so I reached behind me and undid the clasp. I let the red silk bra fall to the floor. My small breasts stood pert as my nipples grew hard with excitement. I picked up her hand and placed it on my right breast. Her fingers trembled as she stroked my breast. I kissed her fingertips and placed her hand next to her body. I covered her pale body with kisses. She clutched at my shoulders and moved her head from side to side. I undid her pants and pulled them away from her temptress legs. I started to kiss and lick a scorching trail along her inner thighs. She giggled. O looked up at her and her eyes were clenched shut and she was biting her lower lip. I smiled because I knew that she was enjoying herself. I stripped away her sky blue panties to reveal a neatly shaven triangle of golden fleece. I pushed my nose into her pubic hair and inhaled her desire. I parted her thighs and hovered above her clitoris. I let my moist, warm breath flow over her most sensitive spot. I stuck out my tongue and placed it on her clitoris. She gasped with delight. I put my hand on her stomach to settle her. I flicked my tongue back on forth and her body writhed beneath me. I sucked the most intimate part of her into my mouth and gently suckled on her. She moved her hips from side to side in appreciation. I was excited by the pleasure that I was giving her. Her body tensed with delight and she put her hand on my shoulder and let herself enjoy the probing wetness between her legs. She breathed in deep and heavily. She moved her hips up and down very slowly. I continued a steady rhythm even though she started to move her hips faster. I pushed my tongue through all the folds of her body so that I could keep hitting her hot spot. I worshipped her body with my tongue and within minutes her hips started to bounce uncontrollably. She arched her back and let out a soft moan. I put my hand on her stomach and gently flicked my tongue over her until she stopped moving and let out a sigh. I settled down next to her and pulled her close to me. "Thank you for letting me erase my one regret in life." "No, thank you. For opening my eyes up to pleasure." Her This is an erotic story, not intended for the underage, nor for those persons offended by sensual play. She sits at the bar alone. Beautifully alone. Her, not her loneliness. A man leaves the seat next to her and I take it, quickly. I don't let too many opportunities pass me by. Her skin is like butter. Her long, dark, luscious hair falls to the shoulders. It also falls in front of her face, I wonder if even her eyes, so I couldn't see her face very well. I can see part of a dark eyebrow, and an upturned, feisty looking nose. She seems intent on staring into her drink, I assume to dissuade idle conversation. There is something, something I can't put my finger on, about her. Something indefinable. An impassioned something. Her glass is empty. Her blouse is buttoned to the neck but I can see enough of her breast through the flimsy material to tell she has no brassier covering her soft and beautiful breasts. She wears a short skirt, which has ridden up her thigh. Her evening slippers look like whore's shoes, 3 inches and almost nothing at all. The seam of her hose, running up the back of her legs is perfect. "Hello," I say. "Can I buy you a drink?" She turns her sultry eyes on me, and from this angle I can see both her nude tits and a hint of the red garter that holds up her stockings. Her eyes are glassed and I realized that she was truly impassioned. Lusting. "I wouldn't mind, a drink." She speaks with an educated tone. "What would you like?" She smiles, and I think I see a melancholy there, too, somewhere in those charming grey eyes, "a champagne cocktail would be fine." I smiled into her glazed eyes and said, "I'll get you one." I turn and there just happens to be a bartender right in front of me. Isn't it strange that with a full bar, and only two bartenders on duty, that this man has the time to be at our beck and call. "The lady would like a champagne cocktail," I say to the man. "And for you, Sir?" I could feel the familiarity. "Nothing for me. Thank you. I can't stay." I watched him move away. I turn and stare at her for awhile. The rings on the third finger of her left hand twirls as the fingers of her right hand flicks them. They are studded with diamonds which sparkle in the warm, soft glow of the room. The barman delivers the drink to her and I pay from the cash I have in my pant's pocket. It doesn't leave me much, but enough for a cheap dinner in the café, maybe. She picks up the drink and brings it too her lips. I can't see if she's actually drunk any of it when she puts it down. She turns to me. "Thank you for the drink." She looks me up and down, as if she's just realized that I have a body as well as a pocketbook. "I'm sorry that you have to go." "I'm sorry too," I say. I stand up but I don't leave, not yet. I turn and look at the dance floor. It makes up at least two thirds of the room and is bathed in revolving colored lights. The colors of the moment are blue and green. Barmaids hustle between tables with laden trays of drinks for the merry makers. People are doing some kind of hip hop dance that I don't know and don't want to know, to some music I can't relate too. As I watch, that tune ends and a ballad fills the room. Most of the people leave, but a few softly sway to the tune. This is more to my liking. I turn back to her. She sips her cocktail with her left hand. Her ring flashes in the bar lights. "Tell me something," I say, behind her, which spins her around on her stool and now I can see that not only is she braless. She is panty less also. I continue, looking in her eyes, "did I hear a stirring in your pot? Or, was it possibly mine?" "Polite men don't say things like that to nice girls," she pouted. I stared at her, "do you dance?" On the dance floor behind me, the soft ballad continued, and people still swayed with each other. "Of course," she said, then turned around on her stool and sipped her drink. "But," she said to the barman, who was watching us. Then she looked over her shoulder, "not with you." The bartender walked away, trying his best not to laugh. I felt my blood boil. "But I bought you a drink," I vexed. "I know," she lamented. I left her there. Sitting there. Drinking the drink I'd bought her, while the vultures converged. About 20 minutes later I finished the very dry hamburger I had in the café. I was lamenting that I should have paid the extra two dollars for a cheeseburger. But I hadn't. I rose and left. I walk by the bar and slowed. She was dancing with a tall and willowy man. His legs seemed of rubber. He pulled her to him and she went to him gladly. Pressed her nakedness, only covered by a thin outer layer of clothing, to his torso. They twirl, and he pulls her back close to him. If possible, even closer. I watch them leave the dance floor. They go to a booth. I enter the bar and sit at a table where I can see under their's. I watch him hands. He places an arm around her shoulders and pulls her too him. I watch his hands. The hand attached to the arm around her shoulders moves down to her breast and he twists her nipple through the material. Then he slips his hand inside her top and I can see the material bunch up as he twists the nipple itself. I watch her head drop and see her mouth open and I know she is moaning. His other hand distracts me as it pushes her skirt out of his way and he finger fucks her for a long time. I watch as she orgasms several times. She starts to rub his crotch and he stops her, pulling her up. He pulls her by the arm and she follows him from the bar and through the lobby and to the elevators. He seems in a rush, or maybe angry. He keeps punching the button until the elevator comes. When it does, he pulls her in. They are kissing, their tongue's playing with each other, before the elevator doors completely closed. I walk to the elevator doors myself. I'm much more patient than him. I go to my room. I read for an hour, a book of no consequence. Then I take a shower. I'd just dried myself and combed my hair, was just about to put my pajama's on, when I heard the key in the door. Her hair is very mussed. Her lipstick grossly smeared. Her stocking were around her ankles. Her legs had wet man juice running down them. I looked at her as she smiled at me. "Hello, wife," I said. "Hello, husband," she said. She kisses me with abandon. "I'm going to shower quickly, Okay?" "Okay," I smiled at her. Ten minutes later she comes out of the bathroom drying her hair. She is so beautiful. She kisses me and we hold each other tight. She has sated my fantasy. I placed her naked body on the bed and ran my hands over her breasts, her belly, her mons. I put my fore finger into her pussy, quickly adding the middle finger and I pushed them in and out of her wet hole. I took my thumb and massaged the button clit that poked out at me and after a moment I added my tongue to the mix. She bucked up into my face and hand and came several times. Then I rode her. We fucked all night. My dick has never been so thick, so long, so hard. As I plunged into her, and out of her over and over again, I noticed that she, too, has never been so over the top sexually as that night. It will live in my memory forever. FINIS Don't hesitate to exercise your right to vote. Thank you. Her 18-year-old Neighbor Her Decision: It was a cold December morning when she woke up with that same empty, lonely feeling. Her husband left early again that day for work without so much as a goodbye. "There has to be more to life than this" she is thinking. How long has it been? Damn! That was her problem, here she was at 35 years old, in her sexual prime and can't get enough. She has been married for all her adult life and thought that was all she needed, that was until that cold December morning. She climbed out of bed and decided, "No More" I will not continue to starve myself of the attention that I need.. Later that morning: There it is again, that ol' familiar itch. "Hell, why shouldn't I take care of that?" No one else is around to help, "I'll do it myself" She gets outs her favorite vibrator and a movie. That's the good thing about her vibrator, it's her battery operated man. It starts when she wants to start and doesn't stop till she is ready to stop. So what if it doesn't want to cuddle afterwards, that's okay for this morning, she just wants to cum and cum hard. She gets one of her favorite movies out, it's all about horny housewives. One of them fucks her Plumber, one fucks her Gardener, and a couple of them fuck the new neighbor in town. Oh boy do these women have it made. Then out of the blue she has a crazy idea. It's called the internet. She has heard tell of so many men and women meeting because they chatted on the internet. After running the idea through her mind, it's decided. She will pick out a sexy name and take an x-rated picture of herself. "That should get some attention" she thinks. So after watching her movie and getting off a few times with her trusty vibrator she takes some juicy pictures. "Wow, look at all that cum in my pussy". Any man in his right mind should like that. Nice and juicy and wet, wet, wet. It don't take long once the picture is posted on the computer. It's starts with a simple "hello". My picture has caught his attention. Noon: Oh my god, she thinks to herself. She curiously replies back to her mysterious admirer. "Hello to you" she types. Then, he replies back... "Would you like some man cum in that sweet hole of yours?". She sits back and shutters for a second. Wow, a guy that is ready and willing to fuck me..... She gets the itch and emails him and says that she wants to see his goods. Poof, before she can even imagine what another guys cock looks like; there is the picture in her inbox. Oh my god, it is nice she thinks. It appears to be relatively long and erect and round. She reaches down and grabs her battery operated man and starts it up again to rub her clit as she daydreams about the cock picture. Just as she is getting ready to reply, he emails her and asks if she is ready to meet so they can just fuck like wild rabbits? Oh, she is not sure if it is her battery operated friend or the intense desire to meet and fuck this cock, but she is starting to feel her orgasm build intensely. She trembles as she types to her admirer... "where do you want to meet?" He quickly replies with a local restaurant that is only blocks from her house.. She quickly replies that she can be there in 15 minutes. He states that he will be wearing a white ball cap so she will know who he is. She quickly grabs some clothes and fixes her hair. She does not put on any panties or a bra. She runs out the door and drives to the agreed upon meeting place. Once there, she walks in and sees a guy with a white ball cap. Oh my, she scopes him out before making a move. He looks young, but very cute. After a few minutes of watching him check the door, she makes her move. She taps him on the shoulder and asks if he is David? He smiles up at her and says that he is. She then realizes who he is..... Oh my god, it is my neighbors 18 year old son. She can't resist her temptation. She grabs him by the hands and they head out back to her house. She hides him so his parents don't notice that he is heading into her house. As they enter, she whips around and yanks his shirt off. She is amazed at how clean shaven he is. She looks at him and tells him to lay back. She wants to see that cock of his. He lays down and she unbuckles his pants and lets his rock hard cock out. Oh my, she licks the head of it. Slowly she starts to suck it down. The boy reaches down and grabs her blouse and pulls it off of her exposing her breasts. He grabs each one in a hand and starts to firmly rub them and pinch her nipples. She can't take it. She hasn't had this type of attention in so long... She gets up and pulls down her skirt. She looks at him and says that she is wet. And then straddles his face. She pushes herself down on him and forces his tongue deep inside. Oh yes, she moans over and over. "Keep licking, I am going to cum... don't stop." He grabs her waist and pulls her down even tighter as he drives his tongue in deep and then out and then in again. She can't hold it any longer.. She rocks and releases her cum all over his face. She slides back and he smiles. "Now, you lay back and let my dick work you over." This is what she has been wanting... to feel his pulsing cock drive deep inside her. He leans over and inserts the head of his cock. Ummmmmmm she moans. "That feels good." He slowly pushes it in and then starts to work it harder and faster. She wraps her legs around him and pulls his waist tight against hers. "Don't cum yet" she screams. She can feel her orgasm build again. Then, with several long, deep thrusts, she is cumming hard and he is too. He squirts cum like water hose. She feels it oozing out of her and onto the bed. She smiles and asks him if he is free tomorrow? He smiles and says that he will be over once her husband heads to work. Dinner Time: Her husband comes home to find dinner made and the house clean. He looks at his wife and asks why she went to all the trouble. She smiles at him and said that it was no trouble at all. She felt like the house needed some cleaning and was in the mood to cook a nice meal. Oh, if he only knew what he was missing. Her 18th Birthday Her small, soft hand in his made him catch his breath as they walked from the car to the front door of the house. A sedate, three-story brick home, brass light fixtures on either side of the door, shades drawn on every window – but behind the shades, a warm glow that meant someone was home. Waiting for them. "Mother said you had a surprise for me," Alyssa said, smiling up at him. "Something special, for my 18th birthday." "Indeed I do," Martin replied, feeling his heart speed up a little. "It's a private party." "Private? Won't there be others to help me celebrate?" "There are others inside," he said, ringing the doorbell in code. Three short rings. Then one long one. Alyssa shrugged. She was still tiny, although she had finally begun to show signs of adulthood. Her frail shoulders barely filled the red wool jacket, and her golden curls spilled out over the collar. He had been watching her grow for all these many years, since he married her mother. Watching her turn from a skinny child into a tiny, beautiful woman. These days, he had to look away when she came down to dinner dressed in a snug sweater and those stretchy black pants. He had to look away and forget his longing. A well-dressed older man opened the door and nodded in greeting, then let them into the dim, quiet foyer. Martin handed his coat and hat to the man, who disappeared. Alyssa cuddled her red jacket tighter around her. Something in the air here ... she couldn't quite understand it, but it scared her a little. The upstairs seemed to be empty, but muffled sounds coming up from the basement indicated some kind of party down there perhaps. And upstairs, she could hear soft footsteps and low voices in conversation. Was this a surprise party of some sort? She wondered, smiling. Martin took her elbow and led her to the back of the house, to a heavy oak door that was closed. Before he knocked, he turned to Alyssa, taking both her hands in his. "I want to explain a little to you about what you will see," he said. "This is a special kind of party. It's something your mother and I agreed you should become accustomed to. But it may seem strange at first." Alyssa blinked a few times, trying to understand. "Most of the people here will be older than you, dear," Martin said gently. "Some of them may be dressed strangely, and they may appear to do strange things. But this is how many adults enjoy themselves. It's something your mother and I do to enjoy ourselves." He watched her eyes, growing painfully aroused by the flicker of fear he saw there. "I understand," she said, but she did not. "Good, then just hold tight to my hand, and I will introduce you to a friend of mine. Master Kane." At Martin's quick knock, the door opened, and Master Kane greeted them. "Martin! How wonderful to see you again! And this must be your little Alyssa ..." Alyssa smiled politely and extended her tiny hand. Master Kane, who was tall and muscular with jet black hair and cold gray eyes, took her hand, raised it to his lips and kissed her palm, sending a little shiver through her arm. "How old is this lovely lady?" "Old enough," Martin said. "As of today." "We are here to continue her education." Both men laughed at the joke. Then Master Kane's voice grew serious. "Nadia is in the next room," he said. "But I must warn you, she has behaved very badly, and she is paying the price. I had asked her to entertain at this function, and she declined. Now she is entertaining in a different way." He winked at Martin, who grinned, then urged Alyssa along through the far door. As soon as Alyssa's eyes adjusted to the dim light, she gasped. In the middle of the room, suspended about half-way up, was a woman. Apparently, Nadia. She was naked except for a series of leather straps that bound her ankles and wrists together in a hog-tied position; all those straps were fastened to a heavy iron ring at the small of her back, which had been hoisted up about five feet from the floor. Her large, soft breasts protruded through the criss-cross pattern of yet more black leather straps. A black ball gag was bound tightly to her face. Her eyes were wide with pleading as she slowly spun in mid-air, her back arched unimaginably far, her entire body weight hanging from her wrists and ankles. Her shiny black hair hung in her face, a few strands clinging to her damp cheeks. As Nadia's body twisted, her round white buttocks came into view, and the dark bush between her legs. From mid-thigh to waist, her body was unencumbered. Everywhere else, the black straps bit into Nadia's soft, plump flesh. "Father?" Alyssa said. He loved it when she called him that. He was, after all, no blood relative of hers. Just a stepfather who had raised her since she was a child. The words touched his ear and made him shiver, but he did not look at his stepdaughter. He could not tear his eyes away from the dangling Nadia. "Father, what is this about?" Alyssa asked. She too was staring at the dangling woman. Master Kane had followed them into the room and stood behind them smiling. It was he who offered the explanation. "This is my slave, little one," he said. "This is Nadia. She was commanded to entertain at this party, and as I said, she failed to please me with her willingness to obey. So she is learning how to be more cooperative." Martin nodded, his eyes still fixed on the sight of Nadia's white, bound flesh. "May I?" he asked. "Yes, of course," Kane chuckled. Martin stepped forward and ran his fingers lightly over the woman's bare thighs, then brushed his fingertips over her nipples. She began to twist and struggle frantically. Kane laughed. "She knows your reputation too well, Martin," he said. "She has heard what you like to do to your own slaves." Martin smiled and fastened his thumb and forefinger to one of Nadia's nipples, then pulled it slowly and steadily away from her body, nodding at her terrified face, until she appeared to be screaming behind the gag. "Are you hurting her, father?" Alyssa asked. He had almost forgotten his little treasure, standing there watching him abuse the slave. "It hurts her, yes dear," he said. "But this is what she needs. We always give our slaves exactly what they need." He released the extended nipple and Nadia's body sagged again. A tear dripped from her face onto the tile floor. Martin rested his hand on her bare ass, almost comforting her. "What are they going to do with her?" Alyssa asked Kane. Her innocence, the expression in her big, blue eyes fringed in black lashes, almost made him wince. Her voice trembled a little. "Oh, don't you worry about Nadia," Kane said. "She will be released after she has had a little time to think about her mistake. Meanwhile, we'll all get to enjoy some of her charms." Martin had his hand between the slaves legs now, gently spreading her open with his fingers, listening to her moan softly. "Alyssa," he said. "Come here. I want you to see her." Alyssa stepped forward two small steps, then leaned forward a bit farther. She had never seen an adult woman from this angle. She had once used a mirror to look between her own legs at the little pink folds and tiny gaping hole. But this woman was very different. Her lips were thick and hairy, swollen, and spread apart by the position and now by Martin's hands. Her opening looked huge, dark, wet. "This is what a woman looks like when she is ready to serve," Martin explained. "She is dripping wet, eager, swollen, ready to accept any object we might want to insert into her. Ready to be licked or touched or beaten, as we choose. This is what a wonderful slave woman looks like." Alyssa blinked and recoiled a little as the musk of Nadia reached her nose, but she was fascinated. "Do you want to touch her?" Martin asked. He could scarcely breathe, watching as Alyssa shyly reached her hand out and grazed the damp slit with one finger. Nadia squirmed, which made the younger girl giggle. "Do you want to tickle her?" Alyssa nodded and began to wiggle her finger between the slave's legs. Nadia groaned and bucked, trying to grind herself down on the little girl's hand. Kane suddenly spoke up. "Slave, stop that! Don't you know better than to act like a common whore around this young child?" He cupped Nadia's chin in his left hand, and slapped her face hard with his right. The slave let out a sharp whine and squeezed her eyes shut. Alyssa had withdrawn her hand and watched the drama with sad eyes, sorry she had gotten the bound woman in trouble. She casually raised her fingers to her nose, sniffing the scent of the slave's arousal. Martin watched her, beginning to harden and throb within his brown wool trousers. "Slave, you are such a problem to me," Master Kane said. "I have tried so hard to teach you manners." He motioned to Martin, who was already opening a cabinet against the wall, inspecting a variety of long, polished probes. He withdrew one that was about three feet long and as big around as Alyssa's fist. He handed this to the little girl. "Alyssa, darling, I want you to help us train the slave," Martin said. "I know you haven't done anything like this before, but it's important to me that you learn now. Come over here closer." He pulled Alyssa over and positioned her behind the dangling slave, and pointed out the gaping hole. "Slide this into her slowly, very slowly, twisting a little as you go. Slide it in as far as you can." Alyssa nodded solemnly, feeling a little twitch of excitement between her own legs. Push this long object inside the woman? It felt so naughty, but she wanted to see how it looked, how it felt to slide something into that damp, strong-smelling hole. The long polished pole felt good to her hand. She could only imagine how it would feel to Nadia .... Master Kane was shouting at the slave. "Apologize to me at once, whore!" Nadia moaned and tried to push the ball gag out of her mouth, but it was useless. She tried to talk around it, but could not. "Answer me!" Kane said, slapping her face again. Alyssa watched for a moment in bewilderment. How was the slave to answer his questions with that black plastic ball strapped into her mouth? But she was brought back to the heavy wood object in her hand, and her stepfather smiling at her proudly. She ignored the slave's face and began to approach her dripping womanhood. "That's it, honey," her stepfather said. "Push it in right there, very slowly." She rested the rounded end of the object against Nadia's trembling opening, then leaned on it, feeling a little thrill as the woman's flesh gave way and let it in. She pushed a little farther each time Master Kane slapped the woman's face. When she saw her stepfather beaming at her, she gave the wood another quick shove, far past what the slave could comfortably accommodate. Yet with the next slap, she urged it in a little farther. Then farther. "That's very, very good," Martin said. "She can always take a little more. Remember that. A slave can always take a little more than you think she can." Alyssa was growing excited by the spectacle. Instinctively, she pulled the probe out a bit, then plunged it in again, causing Nadia to shriek. She enjoyed that sound. So she pulled it out and shoved it in again. Now she was picking up the rhythm of the beating, which Master Kane continued dealing relentlessly against the woman's face and then her breasts. In between slaps, she pulled the slick probe out a little. With each new blow, she pushed it in. Martin was delighted. Even Master Kane seemed impressed. "Oh, she's a natural at this, for one so young," he chuckled to Martin. "She's got the knack." "That's what we hoped for," Martin said. The men conversed casually as the slave struggled and contorted in pain under the blows from her master and the violation at the young girl's hands. Finally, Kane stopped, and turned his attention to Alyssa. "You may stop now, dear," he said. "Just leave the probe hanging from her. She needs to remember it's there, and that we might use it again in a moment." Alyssa reluctantly released the polished wood and stepped back. Her cheeks were red and feverish now, her eyes bright with excitement. She shifted nervously from foot to foot, all too aware of the growing ache between her own legs. She brushed the golden curls away from her damp forehead. Kane and Martin exchanged glances. Each man would have sacrificed a fortune at that moment to put his hand between Alyssa's own legs, or dip into the virginal nectar there with his tongue. She was such a sweet, innocent gem, so pure it made them ache. And she was getting so hot. It was almost unbearably tempting. Martin had craved her for at least five years now, watching her young breasts budding, watching her slip into bed with him and her mother after a bath. Kane had always dreamed of taking a tender virgin and making her into ... someone who could give him what he needed most. Both men smiled sadly and shook their heads. Slave whores were a dime a dozen. There were other, bigger things in store for this little girl. But first, she had to be slowly introduced to her proper role. "Alyssa," Kane said. "Dear, is there anything else you'd like to do to help us train this uncooperative wench?" Alyssa looked away, embarrassed, for a moment. She liked it better when they told her what to do. But then she watched the suspended slave spinning slowly, slowly, and felt herself grow more aroused. Nadia's body still convulsed and struggled. Her face was puffy now from the blows of her master, and from the tears which fell unhindered to the floor. The long wooden probe protruded from between her creamy white buttocks and dangled obscenely, pointing at the floor as her body slowly twisted around. Her nipples were hard and distended, shoved forward as her breasts were by the position of her body. Master Kane's palm prints were still visible against the sides of each breast. Alyssa bit her lower lip and remembered what she had seen her stepfather do when they first arrived. "Her nipples," she said softly. "I think her nipples still need discipline." Kane grinned widely, nodding in approval. "You are quite correct, little one," he said. "And let me show you how we teach nipples here." He opened a wooden box on the bureau, and withdrew tiny metal loops with screw-devices on the ends. He dropped one in Alyssa's hands. "Watch how we use these." Nadia had been whimpering since she saw the wooden box open, and now began to struggle mightily again. The sight of her body heaving against the black leather straps was almost too much for Martin. He wanted badly to step outside, or around a corner, anywhere he could stroke away the maddening ache of hardness in his pants. But he stood and watched instead, as his precious little girl closed a metal loop over the dangling slave's nipple, then tightened the screw clamp, her eyes following Master Kane closely. Kane tightened his all the way at once, making Nadia scream and make a "huh, huh, huh!" sound behind the gag. But Alyssa tightened hers slowly, exquisitely slowly, watching the slave's face contort, enjoying the torment there. "Oh, Martin, she is good," Kane said. "Your little darling is very good at this." Both men leaned in closer to watch Alyssa deftly tighten the screw a fraction at a time, staring into Nadia's face, watching her eyes clench with pain, then relax, then clench again. When the second clamp was screwed down all the way, Alyssa stepped back and viewed the breasts proudly. "You enjoy this, don't you darling?" her stepfather asked. "Oh, yes!" she said. To prove it, she reached out and jiggled the ends of the clamps, sending Nadia into another paroxysm of pain. She giggled, and gave the wooden probe a little shove as well. "I like the way she squirms. It makes me feel ... all squirmy." She boldly reached her small white hand between the dangling woman's legs and massaged her throbbing nub with one finger, touching her just the way she liked to touch herself late at night under the blankets. Nadia began panting and squealing. But before she could find her release, just on the edge, Alyssa pulled her hand away. She smiled watching the slave cry out in frustration. After a moment, she reached her hand back to the slave and pinched hard between her legs, then smacked the nipple clamps a little. She was beginning to love this. The men exchanged glances again. "Alyssa," Martin said. "We have another surprise for you. Something beautiful to wear." "A party dress?" Alyssa asked. "No, not exactly," her stepfather said. "Something that suits your new role. Something I know you'll like." Master Kane opened a drawer in the bureau and lifted out a gift-wrapped box. She tore off the red-lacquered wrapping paper and lifted the lid, examining the garment curiously, then lifting it out and holding it up in front of her. The black leather corset had a cinched waist and thigh-high black leather boots. The crotch of the leather panties had a little pocket, in which a battery-operated vibrating bullet nestled. At the bottom of the box was a leather whip, about two feet long, with a polished metal tip, and a pair of black patent-leather pumps with the highest heels she had ever seen. "These are for me?" Alyssa asked. "They're ... beautiful." "They are all for you," said her stepfather. "Happy 18th birthday, my little girl." Master Kane put his arm around her shoulders. "Some women were born to take discipline," he said, gesturing at Nadia, who spun pathetically from her bindings, moaning, throbbing. "Others, like you, were meant to give discipline. You will be surprised how good it can feel." Alyssa shivered with excitement. "Will someone show me how to use these things?" She held up the whip, and giggled looking at the battery-powered vibrator in her new panties. "Oh, my baby," said Martin, leading her by the elbow upstairs, "I will personally show you how to use them." "Father," said Alyssa, "Will I have slaves of my own?" "Of course you will, dear." "Will some of them be boys?" Martin looked at his friend Kane, and then turned back to Alyssa. "You will have many women slaves, and one very special man," he said. "One powerful man, who will bow before you and obey you completely. One man who chose you to be his first and only mistress." Kane reached toward her then, but stopped himself, letting his arm fall uselessly at his side. His smile was almost shy, almost ... humble. Alyssa smiled. She was puzzled. But she clutched the new clothing to her breasts and felt her heart pounding with excitement, ready for whatever happened next.