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My Fair Slut Ch. 01

By: Boratus



I should have realized it was too good to be true. It all worked too well, too easily. There had to be consequences. But you'll soon see what they were. This is my story...

Chapter 1 – What you wish for

My sex life with Liz had become drab and boring. My wife was such a good-looking woman: 24, 5'4", 115lbs, C-Cup, beautiful legs with an ass to die for and long curly brown hair to her waist. There's really no way to describe her face except as angelic. Born of an Italian father and Dutch mother, her olive skin is flawless. Her cheeks have a natural rose to them. Soft hazel eyes, accented by long eye-lashes, pull you in with their promise of sweet innocence. Her nose is small and perfect, turning up ever so slightly at its end. And those lips: large, full, red. When she pouts them, you'll do anything she asks. She could stop traffic when she dressed up, but she rarely did so. She did not think of herself as sexy and my efforts to convince her were taken as the necessary compliments of a loving husband. I'll admit that it wasn't her body that first attracted me, not that I was oblivious to her looks. I was very much in love with someone else at the time. What caught my eye, or rather my mind, was that she was sweet and funny and caring and genuinely friendly to everyone she met. That's what won me over. The first time we made love I was shocked to find out my wife had what I call "porno body". It was like some amazing bonus that came with her. She never showed it off, thinking she was much more homely. The downside was that she didn't make love like a porn queen. It was nice. It was loving, but it was never hot, erotic, animal.

We were together for 2 years and I was pretty happy, but shortly after I got my new job I began really crave a good fucking as opposed to making love. The reason was probably my boss, Paul, or more to the point, his wife, Kathy.

Kathy was every bit the temptress that Liz wasn't. She had no reservations about dressing to show off her body. 5'9" (though always at least 6' with heels), D-Cup at least, long luscious legs, flame red hair that flowed like a river to the middle of her back. Kathy had these cat-like green eyes that exuded a dangerous playfulness, exactly opposite to Liz. Her lips weren't as full as Liz's but neither were they thin. I don't think I ever saw them without a glowing wet gloss coating that made you want to suck on them. She had a few freckles around her eyes and her slim nose. Her blush was from makeup which she seemed to have professionally applied everyday. Her eye-shadow, eye-liner, base, nails, even the shades and colours of her lips always matched and complemented each other. Her outfits were always form-fitting and extremely sexy. She moved like a mermaid in water, never an abrupt gesture. If she turned, the motion seemed to flow like a wave through her body. She got pleasure from the looks that men gave her and even played on them, an extra wiggle here, an adjustment of her skirt there. Her favourite tease was to lock eyes with you, open her mouth and subtly show you the tiny barbell in her tongue. If she stayed in a room for more than five minutes, I can guarantee that every man had at least a semi by the time she left. And, I knew she was giving that body of hers to Paul regularly because I walked in on them one day at work. 

That was the day I found out her lunchtime visits were for a lot more than food. I saw him standing by his desk. She was on her knees in front of him, her top down around her waist and his cock in her mouth. She sucked like the blowjob was giving HER the pleasure. It may have been. His cock looked to be about 9" long, 3 inches longer than mine and much thicker. It kind of figured since Paul was 6' and about 220 himself, 3" taller and 50 pounds heavier than me. He was a charismatic, imposing man and I could easily see how he landed such a stunner. My wife gave me blow jobs, but not very well. I never came in her mouth and I doubt she would let me if I could. Her sweet tight pussy more than made up for it though. Anyway, Paul just winked at me and shooed me off silently as Kathy slurped and moaned and, I noticed as I left, played with her pussy.

One afternoon after Kathy left office, I asked Paul how he could handle her. The way she dresses and acts and how hot she looked, wasn't he afraid of someone else trying to get with her? Paul laughed and said Kathy would never cheat on him, she's addicted to his cock. He actually loved the idea that so many men wanted her but that no one else could have her. I said, "What if a bigger cock comes along?"

He laughed again, "There's always a bigger cock, Jim. The secret is getting them so horny and keeping them so fulfilled in every way that, for them, it's only your cock they crave because it's part of you." He thought to himself for a while and then asked, "Isn't it that way with you and Liz?"

"No." I replied. "I mean yes and no. Liz would never cheat on me but it's not because of my cock. God knows that would be great. I'm not saying I'm small, but I don't have one like the guy in that video . . .or you. Liz and I are happy and good together. I'd just love it if she dressed a little more sexily and if she was a little more erotic in bed, but that's just not her."

Paul smiled, "Stay after work, Jim. I'll show you something you'll find interesting."

After work I went into his office and he turned down the lights and hit his video remote. We sat back and watched My Fair Lady. I couldn't believe he made me watch the whole thing. I kept asking if there was a point and he would shush me and point as if something unexpected was going to happen. And then it was over. He brought the lights back up. I asked in a dry tone, "Was there a point to that?"

He had a big grin, "Yes. How do you feel?"

I thought about it a sec and realized, "I feel a little horny."

I was confused now. Paul cued up another video and assured me this one was a lot shorter. He left the lights on this time. We watched a video of a stiff, stubborn librarian who met a large charismatic man who seduced her and made her fuck him like a complete slut. She begged for his cock, she sucked it and fucked it and took it up the ass. She was so loud when he rode her, screaming "Fuck me! Use me like a whore! I'm your slut!"

The video was only about a ½ hour long. I wished the lengths of the two videos had been switched.

"Now how do you feel?" he asked.

"Really fuckin horny! How do you think?"

"Take My Fair Lady and watch it with your wife. The two videos are actually interlaced. Both have the same theme. A woman is transformed. My Fair Lady accesses her desire to become better, improve herself and love her man. The other one increases her sexual desires, her passion and also makes her a sex slave to the one who satisfies her desires."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "And all she does is watch this and she'll change?"

"Well, it's not quite that easy," Paul replied. "She has to watch it repeatedly. The change will come gradually but you'll notice it within a week I'll bet. That's how long it took for Kathy."

"Kathy???"

"Yes. She was as conservative as Liz."

"But how am I going to get her to watch it over and over?"

"The suggestion is build into the tape as well. If you can get her to watch it a few times then when she has free time she will either want to fuck you or watch the video. Either way you win."

I Thanked Paul several times and took the video home to watch with Liz. The first night we enjoyed it then made love before bed. No change, of course. I told myself there wouldn't be any, but deep down I hoped for some small indication that the tape was working. The second night, I put it on and when she asked why I said, "Nothing good on TV tonight."

She sat beside me and I noticed that she adjusted her position whenever Eliza made a step towards becoming a lady. Was it just wishful think or were those the places where Paul had inserted the subliminals of porn we saw? It made sense to put them there.

I purposely didn't try to start anything that night. As we lay in bed, she cuddled into me as she usually did, but her hand seemed to fall onto my cock, though it was blocked by my pyjamas. We lay quietly for a while. I pretended to be falling off to sleep. Soon she had her fingers wrapped around me and her hand gave gentle pulses of pressure. My cock stirred and grew. I held my resolve though and made no action. She pushed the issue and began to stroke me. When I finally turned to her, she moved in a kissed me. I pulled her to me, pressing my cock up against her. Her arms wrapped around me and her pelvis rubbed against me gently. My pyjama pants were quickly lost and Liz climbed onto me, skilfully sliding my cock into her. We took up our standard rhythm. Liz looked beautiful with her hair flowing down her shoulders and her breasts unrestrained under her nightie. I hate those tight bras she always wears out that press her tits against her. She placed her hands on my chest to get some more leverage. Was she a little more anxious for it tonight than usual? Fuck, I was looking so hard for an indication that the video was working that I was imagining every movement she made was a sign. Her moans seemed louder, her motions were accentuated, her looks more needy. I lasted longer than I usually do because of the confusion going on in my mind. She came three times before I blew my load in her.  

She kissed me lovingly after she cleaned up and got back in bed. "You were great tonight." She told me. She resumed her position cuddled into me, though this time her hand was on my chest.

The next day I called her from work in the morning. She was cleaning the house but I heard the tape playing in the background. When I got home she surprised me with a candlelit dinner served. When I asked the occasion, she replied, "Does there have to be an occasion?"

She brought out strawberries and cream for dessert and surprised me by sitting in my lap and feeding me. When she took one cream covered strawberry and brought it to her mouth, sucking the cream off before slipping it sensual between her lips, I lost it. I picked her up and carried her upstairs to the bedroom, throwing her on the bed and attacking her. She giggled as I hurriedly worked at the buttons on her dress.

"Was it something I said?" she asked playfully. I had kept it loving the past too nights, but the little show got to me. I was driven tonight. I sucked hungrily at her tits, squeezing them hard.

"Oooo, what's gotten into you tonight?" she asked, but she was removing my pants with the same urgency I had. I helped push my pants off and slipping into her pussy which was sopping wet. I didn't make love to her. I fucked her. She didn't object or try to calm me down. She pulled me in and did her best to match my rhythm. "Oh god, Jim," she moaned, "This is so unlike you."

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"No . . ." she panted. "I just didn't expec . . .expect . . .uuuggghhhh."

The sound of her cumming made me fuck her even harder.

"Jim, slow down." She gasped. "I just came. I'm sensi . . .sensi . . .oh . . .Oh . . .OH . . .FUCK!"

She came again and then her hand came up to her mouth when she realized what she'd said. "I – I'm sorry."

I slowed down to let her recover from that one and smiled at her. "It's OK to swear when you cum." I told her. "It's let's me know I'm doing a good job."

"Jim, you're doing an amazing job. Are you sure you're not upset?"

"That 'fuck' was probably the best compliment you've ever given me in bed." I remarked. "The orgasm must have been big."

She nodded, smiling. "Huge."

"Well, then let's see if we can't give you another on, shall we?"

Her face became a little worried. "Oh Jim, I don't know if I can do that aga-UGH!"

I shut her up by ramming her hard. Her head jerked back and her fingers dug into my ass. I kissed and sucked on her neck as I pumped into her.

"Oh god, Jim, I love you!" she moaned.

"I love you too." I told her. I rolled us around so she was on top and then in a moment of playful evilness I stopped pumping.

She gave me a panicked look as she sat there for a moment, then started rocking her hips almost violently. "Oh god, oh god, oh god." she chanted. If there was any doubt that the video wasn't working, it disappeared right then. I'd never seen her like this before. She was possessed. She needed to cum badly and she was going to use my body to do it. She moaned and panted. Her body glistened with sweat. Her eyes were urgent with desire. "Fr-Jim please, help me." she begged. "I'm so close. . ."

I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her as hard and fast as I could.

"Holy FUCK!" she screamed, but she didn't stop fucking me. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"

She lost her rhythm and convulsed in orgasm until she couldn't hold herself up. Her body collapsed onto me, her face disappeared into my shoulder. Each heavy breath seemed to squish her big tits into me. Finally she tiredly pushed herself up to look at me.

"I'm going to serve you strawberries more often." she smiled.

We held each other and laughed.

After cuddling for about a half hour and talking about basically nothing. Liz got up and brought the strawberries and cream to bed. We ate and talked and eventually started putting cream on each other's bodies and licking it off. We fucked twice more before bed. "Fuck" had now become her was of saying "I'm cumming!" not that she even said that before. Talking had never been part of our sexual routine. I liked where things were heading.

The next day she attacked me at the door, wearing only her bra and panties.

"You've been on my mind all day." she said as she struggled to get my clothes off. "I keep thinking about your body and your cock. I really need a good fuck."

"A what?" I said, shocked. I'd never heard her call it that before.

We never made it up to the bedroom. She hopped backwards pulling off her panties after opening the front of my pants. I struggled to get them off as we hit the stairs. She managed to get up a few steps before I lost my balance and fell on her. My face ended up in her bush.

"Clumsy!" she called me and laughed for about two seconds until her eyes went wide and her hands clamps down on my head as my tongue went to work on her. She'd always stopped me from doing that in the past, but this time she pushed my head in harder. "Oh Jim, what are you doing to me?!" she moaned.

Her legs spread for me. My hands massaged her legs and ass. I tasted my wife's juices for the first time and savoured them.

"We're being so bad." she whispered. "Not . . . respectable . . ."

"Respectable? You want respectable?"

I shoved two fingers into her pussy. A moment later another went in her ass, which rose off the stairs as her whole body tightened into an arc. I didn't stop with the tongue.

"FUUUUUCK!" she screamed so loud I thought the neighbours would hear. Her body shook for a little while. Then she pulled at me frantically. "In me. I need you in me. Oh god, Jim, fuck me!"

Who was I to argue? I fucked her right there. She removed my shirt in the process. In my mind I pictured what it must look like; this gorgeous woman with a perfect body being fucked on the stairs and moaning like a porn star.

"Right there! Fuck! That's perfect! Don't stop! God, your cock feels good!"

She was my porn star. I was in heaven. It didn't even take a week and I had the woman of my dreams. The whole thing got me too excited. I came hard in her and she wrapped her legs around me when she felt it.

"Cum for me, baby!" she cooed. "It makes me feel so good when you cum. I know I'm pleasing you."

I lifted my head and looked at her. "Have I ever not cum in you before?"

She smiled, "This is different. We've never fucked before."

My eyes widened and she winked at me.

"Don't worry. I'm not naïve. I know the difference. But we are going to make love once in a while too, aren't we?"

I kissed her lovingly. "I promise."

"By Jove, I think she's got it!" the TV said. I turned to see My Fair Lady playing.

We enjoyed our dinner shortly after and watched My Fair Lady after. I was amazed that she didn't mind watching it over and over. I didn't really mind that much either, knowing the effect it was having. Her reactions to it were obvious now and she soon found herself watching the movie while sitting on my lap with my cock up her cunt. I couldn't really see much with her body blocking my view, but what did I care. I just grabbed onto her tits and enjoyed the ride.

She said she was tired when we went to bed since she did all the work on the couch. She faced away from me in bed to make a point. I was still horny though and moved into her spooning her. My cock was hard and as I pulled myself in close I felt it push into her pussy.

"Jim . . ." she whispered.

I nudged in closer and my cock moved deeper. She wiggled and pulled away a bit. I pushed back gently. She pushed back against me to make me back off, but that only caused my cock to slip in even farther. Her ass pulled away and I slid out a bit. It felt great. I pushed back in, this time almost to the hilt.

"Jim . . ." she said again more urgently.

"Yes, baby?"

"Don't tease me. If you're going to fuck me then just fuck me."

I wrapped her in my arms and drive my cock in hard. One of her legs rose to give me better access.

"You're insatiable." she said, though she was having trouble talking.

"You make me that way."

"Squeeze my tits."

I did.

"Harder."

I did.

"God yes. Fuck me, lover. Fuck me hard."

I pounded away at my wife pussy. I wanted her to really enjoy this since she originally wanted to just go to sleep.

When the first "FUCK!" rolled off her lips, I reached around and frigged her clit. She went nuts. "Holy!" she screamed before losing her voice momentarily. I fucked her with circular thrusts so that my fingers could mimic the motion in her bush. "FUUCCKK!" she screamed as a second orgasm hit. That wasn't good enough in my books. I kept at her hard. She stiffened up and tried to stop what was going on. "Jim what . . .what are y . . .you . . .oh . . .my . . .fucking . . .l . ..l . . .FUUUUCCCCKKKK!"

I slowed the rhythm down after the orgasm peaked and let her come down off it easily. When she regained control of her body and breath she turned around and kissed me, trying to get her tongue as far down my throat as she could. I realized she was Thanking me.

"I love you!" she squealed. "I love you so much!" Then she froze and a worried look came over her face. "You . . .You didn't cum!"

"I got wanted I wanted." I said honestly.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed defiantly.

The next thing I knew her head disappeared beneath the sheet and the warmth of her mouth enfolded my cock. Liz had never ever sucked my off before, but now there was no way she was going to let me just go to bed after giving her an orgasm that powerful. I was amazed at how well she did it. She was a natural. Her hands complimented the motions of her mouth. She knew enough not to scrape hard or bite with her teeth. In just over a minute I came hard in her mouth. I expected her to pull off, but she held my cock in her mouth and milked it until all my cum was out. I hated the feeling as it slipped out of her mouth. A moment later her head reappeared next to mine.

"You didn't have to swallow." I said.

"I didn't want to clean up the mess you would have made otherwise." She replied matter-of-factly.

I had to laugh.

That was my first blowjob from my wife. The second one she gave me woke me up the next morning. I have to say that I really can't think of a better way to wake up than to open your eyes and see the sexiest woman you know bobbing her head up and down your shaft and smiling like she loves it.

After cumming in her mouth again, I went to shower. She got in shortly afterwards and coaxed my cock back to full erection so I could fuck her under the hot water. I was almost too tired to go to work, but I knew if I stayed she'd just wear me out some more.


My Fair Slut Ch. 01



It just got better from there. We fucked every night, sometimes several times. Her everyday attire changed. She began to dress so sexy it was like I had a new wife. When I drove my cock into her she yelled at me to fuck her like a whore and called herself a slut. She asked for it up the ass and I was surprised at how easily she took me. She pulled her ass cheeks apart to help me get in. And her blowjobs could make me cum in 2 minutes now, if she wanted, but she loved to tease my cock, keep me on the edge for a long time. When I did blow she either swallowed it up or pulled my cock free at let me spray all over her face and tits. She really loved that. The weird thing was that I thought all this would make her my sex slave but it was almost the other way around. She needed it and demanded it. Of course, I was always more than willing to oblige, but she would tell me to fuck her from behind or lie down so she could ride me or lick her. She knew just what she wanted and how she wanted it. I didn't mind letting her take the lead so long as I got off.

Then one night after she had totally exhausted me and I told we had had to quit for the night I woke up because of a noise downstairs. I turned to her and she was not in the bed. I crept quietly down and found her watching My Fair Lady and frigging herself like crazy. God, she was a sight. I watched for a long time before realizing I was jacking off, then just went down and shoved my cock in front of her face. When she saw it she just gasped with joy and swallowed it up, sucking like her life depending on it. I had to pry her off because I knew she wanted to be fucked. Although she HAD developed a big appetite for cum but, if I came in her mouth, there was no way she'd get the fucking she needed.

The other downside to all this was that she had become looser from all the constant fucking but I figured it was no big deal. Anyways, I decided to give the video back after that night. I could always borrow it again if she started to change back.

I went by Paul's office just before lunch the next day. He had already left to eat. I slipped inside and opened the cabinet where I saw him take it from. There was a stack of videos there. I skimmed through the titles. My Fair Lady (again), Lucy, Janice, Carol, Vanessa. Vanessa? She was Paul's secretary and she was hot! A stacked blonde who I knew wasn't hired for her typing skills. Had he made all these women watch the video? Since lunch had just begun, I went back and locked his door and slipped the tape in. Sure enough there was Vanessa entering his office on the screen.

"Do you need it?" I heard him ask.

"Yes, please, I need it." she replied her hand caressing her neck.

"What do you say?"

"Please, Sir. Fuck me? Fuck your little slut?"

Paul walked in view of the camera and started kissing her. It was intense and she moaned under his lips. I felt myself getting hard already. Vanessa unbuttoned his shirt and pulled hard to get it off. Her own dress fell to the floor reveal matching blue bra and panties.

"Oh god!" she moaned. "Your touch sets me on fire."

She pulled at his pants, dropping to her knees to get them off and then pulled off his underwear and sucked at his cock. She was a pro, licking his shaft and swallowing him down. She managed to deep throat all 9 inches of him which made him cum in her mouth. She swallowed it all. Then he had her lay down while he licked her pussy. She came three times from it before he let her up and I carefully watched his technique for pointers. By this time he was semi-erect and he had her suck him to full stiffness again.

"Where do you want it, slut?" he asked.

"My ass, Sir. Please fuck my ass! I love your big cock in my ass!"

He didn't waste any time, plunging his cock into her. She screamed but pushed her hips back against him. They took up a rhythm and fucked and fucked. She kept telling him to fuck her hard. She said she was his slut, his whore. She wanted to feel him cum. And he did, into her waiting ass. He pulled out just after and she quickly turned around and licked him clean.

I had grabbed some tissues off his desk by this time and jacked off into them. Removing the video, I grabbed another: Lucy. It occurred to me as the video started to play that Stephen, a colleague of mine had a wife named Lucy. A shiver went down my spine accompanying the thought and then the camera pointed at a door to a house and Stephen's wife Lucy opened the door. Her face lit up, "Oh god! You're here! I've been going crazy waiting."

She was grabbed by the hair and pulled into the house, but not by Paul, by Kathy. "Yeah, yeah, we know bitch." she spat. "Now shut up and drop to your knees. My pussy needs a good licking."

Lucy dropped eagerly as Kathy lifted her skirt up to reveal no panties and a shaved pussy. Lucy went to work immediately. My mind had not clicked on the implications yet, I was so mesmerized by the two women. Kathy undressed while Lucy licked her and her naked tits almost made me shoot my load. There was porno body if I ever saw one. She lifted Lucy up to her chest and Lucy immediately started sucking and caressing those puppies. God, I wanted to be Lucy right then. Then the camera moved along the room keeping the girls in frame and was placed on a table. Paul came into view.

"Kathy, suck my cock while the slut takes off her clothes."

"Yes, Sir." Kathy said and dropped to her knees. I noticed what a change overcame her. To Lucy she was the domineering bitch, but to Paul she was a servile slut. Lucy got naked and the girls engaged in a 69 with Lucy on top. Paul got behind her and shoved his cock in her pussy.

"Yes Master!" Lucy squealed. "Fuck my pussy. Your slut loves your big cock!"

"Shut up and lick my clit, bitch!" Kathy yelled and Lucy went back to work.

It was then that I noticed the clock on the wall 12:15, lunchtime. Lunchtime fucking Stephen's wife. And then it finally clicked. Shit! Liz!

I didn't bother to stop the machine. I was out of there and driving home, damn the speeding tickets. When I got there Paul's car was in the driveway. My heart was racing. I couldn't swallow. How could he have done this to me? I went to the window and looked in and couldn't believe my eyes. Liz was on her hands and knees sucking Paul's cock like a complete whore while Kathy pumped her pussy with a strap-on. As shocked as I was I was getting hard again. I turned away and replaced the feeling with anger. I stormed around to the front door and threw it open.

"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I screamed.

All three turned to me shocked. But then it was like a sigh of relief for them.

"Oh it's you, Jim." Paul laughed. "I was worried there for a sec. Close the door and come in."

I shut the door, stunned that he could be so casual about this.

"Liz! Stop sucking that bastard's cock! Right now!" I screamed.

Liz looked up at Paul who shook his head and she went back to sucking him, oblivious to me.

I couldn't believe it. "Get away from my wife you sick fuck or I'll-"

"Or you'll what, Jim? Punch me out? If you were going to you would have by now. Have a seat."

I sat down and only then I began to really worry what was going on. Why did I just sit?

"Now watch this and don't get up." Paul ordered.

Kathy continued to pump and I watched Liz have two orgasms before Paul unloaded his cum in her face and hair. She reached up and scooped what she could with her fingers and swallowed it. She was grinning from ear to ear. "Thank you, Master."

"Clean my cock, slut, but don't swallow it." He ordered and she did just that. "Now go share my cum with your husband."

Liz came up to me and started kissing me. I tasted Paul's cum. I wanted to push her away but couldn't seem to move my arms. I moaned with displeasure.

"Oh come now, Jim" Paul said. "You've tasted it enough times when you got home from work!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What have you done to me?"

"Hey, YOU watched the video."

"Only a couple times."

"More than you think. You just don't remember. That's how it works. The first time was the inducer. It wasn't the same video you brought home. And the porn I showed you afterwards made you go along with my plan. All the videos subliminally suggest that I am the Master and you should listen to me as well as do what I told you. So of course their only affect on me is to make me feel more in control. I've been giving you suggestions and making you forget things for sometime now. You don't even remember the lunches you spent in my office as Kathy's lapdog, licking her pussy and her feet, being spanked by her and fucked by her friend here." He gestured to her strap-on.It couldn't be true, I thought. "You can't make someone do something against their nature!" I yelled.

"True." Paul agreed. "Lucky for us you're a closet submissive. Any doubts, look at you cock."

Liz opened my pants and my cock popped out. I was rock hard. Being put in this humiliating situation was turning me on.

Paul cast an evil grin, "I love your wife's cunt. It's so tight." And I suddenly realized why she had felt looser, why I fucked her ass so easily. He'd been feeding her that big cock for weeks now. I didn't want to think about the things I'd done. And then to make it worse he had Liz lay down on her back. He climbed over her, his cock just above her pussy. He, too, was rock hard from his display of power. He looked into her eyes, "What do you want, slut?"

"I want your cock, Master. Please fuck me."

"But your husband is right there? Wouldn't you rather have HIM fuck you?"

She shook her head, "He can't please me like you. He's so weak and useless, not a real man like you. I hate pretending to enjoy it when he fucks me. Please Master, fuck your horny slut. I'll do anything for your cock."

"You want to fuck in front of him?"

"Show him how a real man pleases a woman. Please, Master. I need you in me."

"Jim." he said, looking at me again. "Your wife wants me to fuck her but I feel I need your approval."

I couldn't imagine what game he was playing now. "Fuck you! You'll never get it!"

Paul smiled again. I hated that smile. "I will take your approval as a gesture. If you put my cock into this slut's cunt then I have your okay."

"I'll never do that!" I spat.

"Jim, come put my cock in your wife's cunt."

I got up off the couch and walked to them. It seems my mouth was the only thing I had control of.

"Stop this you asshole!" I screamed as I kneeled and grabbed his cock. So much bigger than mine. I guided him to my wife's pussy. She moaned on contact. I pleaded, "Please, don't make me do this," but my words fell on deaf ears. I started pushing it in, inch by inch. Liz was purring like a kitten. 

When I got him halfway in he said, "Thank you for your approval, Jim. Now stand and watch. Don't move."

I stood and watched as he pumped faster and faster burying himself deep inside my loving wife. My cock was so hard it ached. I wanted to jack off but could move. Liz was rocking her head back and forth screaming, "Fuck me! Oh god yes! Yes! YES!"

Kathy came up gave my cock a long sensuous lick to torment me.

"He's used the video on you too, you know." I told her. "You're not really like this. I can help you escape him, be yourself again."

She laughed at me, highly amused. "Jim, darling, I've always been like this. Paul just told you that to get you to go along with his plan."

"Fuck!"

Liz was in heaven, screaming like a whore. I guess she WAS one now. Paul kept glancing over at me and smiling. At last he said, "I'm going to cum, slut."

Liz yelled, "Cum inside me, Master. Deeper than Jim ever has. Fill me with your cum. Please!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! She even looked at me when she said it. She was saying it to spite me to show me who owned her and how much. Then Kathy licked me again then and I nearly lost it. Paul unloaded into Liz's waiting pussy she came for the fourth time since he started fucking her. He pulled out and she licked him clean. When he got off the floor Kathy dove on Liz's cunt and started to lick Paul's cum out. I watched as my wife soon came again from this. Paul came up and grabbed my cock. I didn't realize he was aiming it.

"Wanna see a neat trick?" he asked.

I shook my head. He looked deep into my eyes and said, "Cum."

I came with such force I sprayed my own face. Paul laughed letting go and walked away.

"Ha ha. I love doing that!"

I could only imagine what would come next...



My Fair Slut Ch. 02



Thanks for the great feedback on My Fair Slut. I hope this one affects you as much…

The pile of work that meets me at my desk almost makes me turn around and go home. But I’m already late getting in for work and no one else is going to do it. I figure I’d better get right to it. I’m dead tired. Had to entertain a client from out of town last night. Paul called me last minute and I spent the evening refusing every other drink - which was still more than enough to get me drunk – and driving from bar to club to strip club until the man finally called it a night at 5am!

Two minutes into my fight with the files Paul calls me into his office. Great. He knows this stuff has to get done and he knows why I’m late. What’s he got for me now? I walk in and Kathy is there sitting on his desk with her legs crossed. My eyes follow her black stocking, probably garters, up to her leather skirt and to a halter top that seems to be fighting to contain her tits. Her red hair falls in locks about her shoulders and she gives me such a wicked smile. If I was ever to cheat, and I’m not the type that does, she’d be the one I’d want to cheat with. But what kind of a stupid move would that be? Endangering my marriage and job with one act of lust. I glance over her body again. Ah, but what a way to go!

“Hi Kathy.” I greet trying to actually look her in the eyes.

“Hi there, Jim” she returns and then quickly glances at Paul, “May I?” she asks him with what seemed like a small plead in her voice.

“In a little while, pet.” He replies. I can’t believe she let’s him call her that. But except for that demeaning pet name he treats her well. He treats his staff well. Hell, Paul’s a great guy!

“Sit down, Jim.” He says gesturing to one of the leather chairs. “Be yourself.” 

That fucking son of a bitch. What’s he want now?

“I just wanted to commend you on the job you did entertaining our client last night, Jim.” The asshole stated smugly and he turned on the tv. “He was very pleased with your….hospitality.”

My mind instinctively tries to go over last nights events but I stopped it short. He’s changed my memories before. And then there I was on the screen, naked before the man I remembered groping at strippers.

“You will do whatever I want, slut?” the man says to me.

“Master said I am to please you however possible, Sir.” I reply in an annoyingly submissive voice.

“Then get on your knees, slut.” I do and he whips out his cock. Not much of one. I watch myself grab hold of it and start stroking it to erection. I gag as I watched myself eagerly take it in my mouth and start sucking.

“Now, Jim, is that any way to react to, well, you?” Paul laughs. “Relax. You earned a bonus for this. I’m used to having one or more of My girls entertain but when Mr. Stanfield met you in the office yesterday, he requested you personally. Ironic, since I was going to send him your wife. But now the deal is signed and sealed.”

Kathy has her legs spread on the desk and is friggin herself as she watches me in action on the screen. I had stopped sucking the man’s cock and was now taking it up the ass and begging for more.

“Jim, you are a prize.” Paul boasts. “My best worker, my best friend, my best male slut.”

“I’m not your friend.” I spit back. “That ended months ago. When you turned me into your toy. And I WILL find a way out of this, asshole.”

“How, Jim? How? You’ve been split into 3 people. The regular you has no memory of the real you or the slut. He goes to work, is a great friend of mine and leads a normal life. The slut you also has no memory of the other two and exists solely to serve Me. And then there’s this you. You remember the regular you and everything that’s happened to you except for when you’re the slut. And you have to obey My orders. And this you only exists for brief moments so that I can play with you and show you what you’ve become. Not long enough to do anything about it. It makes Kathy and Liz horny to no end to see you in this state: helpless, angry and under control.”

Just then Kathy came with a low moan. Paul walked over to her, stuck his fingers in her pussy and then sucked on them. They then enjoyed a long kiss. I couldn’t get up, but I could move, and used the few seconds as best as I could.

“May I have him, Master?” Kathy pleaded.

“Such a horny little slut you are. Can’t wait till 3?” Paul laughed.

“I want him in this state.”

“Ah, I see. Very well. For a little while.”

Kathy’s eyes stared into me with mischief and lust. “Come lick my pussy, Jim.”

I didn’t move.

“Do as she says, Jim.” Paul ordered.

Despite my mouth saying “no”, I got up and knelt in front of her at the desk and went to work. “Oh, yes, Jim!” Kathy squealed with delight. “I do so love your tongue!”

I keep thinking I have to make this as unpleasant as possible for her but my tongue and fingers work skillfully, anxiously on their own. It is not long before I am drinking down her cum. She strokes my head lovingly and then I’m sent out of the office to work again.

The meeting with Paul went longer than I thought. And it was just me telling him how well things went last night. My morning was shot and I spent the afternoon working my ass off. I looked around the room at the other workers. Everyone is always so anxious on Fridays. I know the weekend is approaching but it’s not that. I watch everyone struggling to get their work done. Not even 3 o’clock yet and they act like it’s approaching 5 already. My work is always there, being number 2. And now I know I’ll be taking some home for the weekend.

Of course, not everyone is behind in their work. Vanessa, the receptionist, has enough work to keep her doing something but not really busy. Paul hired her more as eye-candy than anything else. The clients love her. I watch Roger Harrison flirting with Alice Jenkins again. His advances border on sexual harassment but Alice is a good sport, annoyed, but a good sport. Nice on the eyes too: 5’7”, short blonde hair, 34b cup, ass could be bigger but ah, well. Roger really wants to get into her pants but, one, she’s married and, two, I don’t think she’s attracted to him in the least. Jeannie or the librarian as I like to call her works away at her immaculate desk, jet black hair in a bun, thick glasses on, a grey suit on, no make-up, trying her very best to hide the fact that she’s a woman. I’m not sure if she’s just a prude or a lesbian. Her attitude is always official and she rarely comes to the social events. I doubt she’s had sex anytime recently and, if she has, I pity the guy she had it with. She is the personification of a dead fuck. Then there’s Kurt, tall, muscular, confident. There was a collective sigh from the women when he came to work here. He’s our number one salesman and his charisma is only amplified by his looks. Even guys like him. He can talk about almost any topic and his wit will have you clenching your stomach in fits of laughter. I’ve seen Alice glance at him and thought maybe she’d forget she was married for a night with him. The fact that he’s black must make her wonder what he’s packing in his pants. 

3 o’clock. I feel the hands on my shoulders and turn to Lady Vanessa behind me. 

“Remove your clothes, slut. I need your cock” she commands. I move quickly to obey. 

Mistress Jean undoes her hair and removes her suit. Her black leather bra and thong accented by Her fishnet garters and 4 inch heels make Her a dominating presence in the room. She moves straight for Kurt and forces him to his knees before Her. Soon his face is in Her cunt as she produces a whip and coaxes him on. Slave Roger sucks on Lady Alice’s tits. Her nails dig into his back as She moans with pleasure. Lady Vanessa has in the meantime descended on my cock. She loves to suck cock but Her way. I feel waves of pleasure but then the sharp feel off teeth. Then the sweet sucking resumes but my balls are slowly crushed. She nibbles on my tip and I wince but her hands stroke with smooth, electric tingles. The pleasure and pain continues making me build up and fall short and build again. Then Mistress Jean screams not caring who hears as Kurt brings Her to orgasm. She turns Kurt onto his back and mounts his cock, crouching down on it, not kneeling, and bouncing so skilfully that it almost slips out of Her with every lunge but never does. “Squeeze My tits!” She orders and Kurt’s hands come up to play with them. She’s a D cup at least and the way They’re bouncing he has a hard time grabbing them initially. Mistress Jean is the wildest fucker I’ve ever known. It’s like each time is the only time She’ll ever fuck and doesn’t want to miss one bit of eroticism of it. I’ve cum from just watching Her fuck. I feel myself building as I watch her now, despite the torture Lady Vanessa is giving me. As Mistress Jean cums again Lady Vanessa bites down hard on me knowing the effect Jean has on me. Jean howls for almost thirty seconds as a wave of orgasms rips through Her body. Then she slumps for a moment and sighs, grinning wickedly at Kurt, before looking over at Lady Alice and Roger. Roger sits in his chair and Alice sits on him bouncing up and down on his cock with wild abandon. But then both She and Roger yell as Jean pulls Her from Roger’s cock onto the floor. Roger is ordered to get under Lady Alice and fuck Her again. He is happy to comply. Kurt gets behind Her and shoves his cock in Her ass. She screams at his forceful penetration and is happy he’s coated in Mistress Jean’s cum or things could have been worse. And then Jean walks up and forces Alice to lick Her wet cunt. Jean’s hand grabs Lady Alice’s hair tightly and rubs Her face into Her trimmed bush. “Don’t you dare cum before I do, slut!” Jean yells but, with the double penetration Alice is experiencing, I doubt She’ll be able to obey that order. I watch with fascination as the race progresses. Lady Alice licks furiously and shoves Her fingers up Mistress Jean’s cunt. Mistress Jean’s head rolls back as Her hands squeeze Her own breasts and twist Her nipples. But Lady Alice’s muffled squeals escape from Mistress Jean’s pussy as the two men do their best to pleasure Her and themselves. Roger’s breathing starts to go ragged and he begins to grunt. It won’t be long. Lady Alice’s squeals heighten in response. She feels it coming and it will probably make Her cum too but Mistress Jean isn’t ready yet. 

“Not before M’lady!” Kurt yells out at her as he slaps her ass. I don’t know where a slut like him gets his attitude. Slapping a Lady, yelling orders at one, is forbidden. But every now and then he does. It slips. His intentions are good but his actions do not have the desired effect. The spanking only excites Lady Alice and She grinds down hard on Roger’s cock. The feeling is too much for him and he cums hard into Her. She screams as the feeling makes her cum too but Her tongue doesn’t pause for an instant in Mistress Jean’s cunt. Lady Alice’s body spasms and bucks and Her ass squeezes hard on Kurt’s cock and soon he cums too causing Lady Alice to have another orgasm building on the first. The sight of it or the work of Alice’s tongue causes Mistress Jean’s legs to shake and She cums for the third time, collapsing to Her knees. I feel my own orgasm start when my cock is suddenly pulled from Lady Vanessa’s mouth. Mistress Kathy puts it in Hers as I cum like a guyzer. Her mouth deep throats me as I unload into Her and She slowly sucks me clean as I finish. 

“Mistress Diana!” Lady Vanessa complains, “That was mine!” 

“You want some cum? Go lick Kurt’s out of Alice’s ass!” Lady Vanessa frowns but dutifully obeys. Mistress Kathy smiles at me. “Yours tastes the best. That’s why she wanted it. Mmmmm, I don’t know what you put in it but don’t stop.” 

Mistress Jean lifts Lady Alice’s head up. “You came too soon, pet. You’ll need to be punished.” 

But then Master lifts Mistress Jean to her feet. “It can wait.” He says and then slams Her hard over Her desk. Mistress Jean doesn’t like to be taken, even by Master. As She struggles to get up, He cuffs Her hands. She screams and fights but He pins Her with His weight and then puts a ball gag in Her mouth. Then He grabs Her by the hair as He shoves His cock into Her cunt. He pumps Her hard using Her own whip on Her back and ass. Her muffled screams become whimpers and then moans. Struggle becomes compliance and then encouragement as Her orgasm draws near. When Her breath becomes ragged Master pulls out. Mistress Jean tries to scream again. Master turns Her around and takes off the gag. “Yes?” he asks calmly.

“Please, Master! I’m almost there! Don’t leave Me like this!” She pleads.

“You fancy yourself a Mistress, but what are you really?” He asks.

She glances around at U/us. She does not want to say it in front of the rest of U/us. Finally Her head bows down. “I’m just a slut, Master. Your lowly slut.”

“A slut who wants only to be fucked?”

“Yes, Master. Please fuck me. I need it. I need it so badly!”

“Bend over, slut.” Master orders.

She does in a totally different demeanour than she had a few minutes ago. She is every bit the lowly slut, anxious to be used by her Master. Master obliges and fucks her hard. She screams as she cums, a long lasting orgasm, thanking Him, telling Him she loves Him.

I look down and the performance has gotten Me hard again. I glance and the other men and realize I’m not the only one.

Master lifts up Mistress Jean and kissed her softly. “You love Me, slut?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You’d do anything for Me?”
”Yes, Master.”

“Suck the cock of every man here.”

She quickly drops to Her knees in front of Him. He pushes Her to the floor. “Except Mine.” He says. I’m sure I hear a whimper escape Her lips as Master walks away. We are lined up and She begins with Me. Her mouth is masterful. Master sits on a desk with Alice and Vanessa on their knees before Him sharing His cock. Mistress Kathy sits next to Her husband giving Him kisses as He idly plays with Her clit, while watching Mistress Jean. Though the pleasure I’m feeling is amazing I find myself wishing I could be sucking on Master’s cock as well, but He has never let me.

I feel my orgasm approaching and so does Mistress Jean. She shoves two fingers in my ass and I cum hard. She sucks and swallows putting on a show for Master. Then she looks up and smiles, licking her lips and grabs my balls, squeezing hard and throws me back.

“Next.” She says, smartly and moves on to Roger. He looks down at me holding my crotch, moaning. I see fear and excitement in his eyes. Mistress Jean’s fingernails rake his balls lightly to scare him and he cums on Her face.

“S-sorry, Mistress.” he squeaks. She is not happy. She would punish him severely if she didn’t have to finish Master’s orders first. She decides to do both. She quickly goes back to Her desk and gets a 9-inch dildo. She uses it to wipe the cum off Her face and then makes sure it is slickly coated. Then She takes Rogers quickly deflating cock in Her mouth and sucks. His fear and the sucking start to get him hard again when Mistress Jean shoves the dildo in his ass. She sucks and pumps equally hard. Roger can barely stand anymore. He wants to collapse but doesn’t want to deal with the consequences of doing that. Soon he is unloading again, only this time in Her mouth as he should. She knocks his feet out from under him. He’s lucky to land on his side since the dildo is still in his ass. She looks over at Kurt with a hungry smile…

I always feel so energized on the drive home on Fridays. You’d think it was because I’m ready for the weekend and free and clear of work but it’s almost like I had a really great time at work. I just can’t figure out why. It was just business as usual. As I sing along to the radio I notice some ink on my hand. I lift it up to see some writing on my palm. MFL FBF. It’s my handwriting. I don’t remember writing it though. How the hell did I manage that and what does it mean?

The question stays on my mind all the way home. I run every acronym I know through my head and come up with nothing. Liz is not home when I get there. A quick check of the messages tells me she’ll be home in an hour and is picking up food. With nothing to do but chill for a bit, I grab a beer and jump on the couch. There’s enough time to watch the end of my favourite flick My Fair L- Whoa! MFL! I start the tape. It’s already halfway through from when I was watching before. My eyes scan the remote and stop on the FBF button. Frame by frame. What the fuck? I hit the button. Just a still like any other. I hit it again. And again. On the sixth frame something catches my eye. The picture isn’t quite right. I start to fiddle with the colours and hues and finally what I’m seeing becomes evident. Another image is blended over the first. It’s an image of a man fucking a woman. I wonder what the hell that is all about and then start hitting the button again. Several frames later there is another. They are laced throughout the film. I’ve heard about subliminal programming and realize that this tape would make the watcher very horny. Is that why I keep watching it? I don’t even remember where I got it. Several frames later I see a message tucked in the corner of the screen. I love watching this movie. I continue my journey and things start to get worse message by message, each placed somewhere different almost hidden in the background. Almost. I will do my best at work. I will stay fit. I trust Paul Knight implicitly. What??!! And soon the one that makes my stomach sink. Paul Knight is my Master.

What the hell is going on? I sit there trying to make sense of it. If what I’m seeing is true then I’ve been a slave without knowing it for…for…I don’t know. I’ve been working for Paul for 4 years now. When did he give me this tape? But if the messages actually work why don’t I think of him as my master? I mean up until now I thought of him as a great friend and I did trust him implicitly. Oh god. Think, Jim, think. Ok, let’s say I’ve been hypnotized. That means that he could easily block my memories. But, obviously, not all the time because at some point, when I remembered everything, I sent myself a note. So the other me knows just what’s going on but for some reason can’t change things. Yes, that makes sense. So he’s trying to get me to do it. But then, what the hell do I do? Can I send him a note back? No. I don’t have to. If I’m right, he’ll know. And trying to send one could let Paul know I’ve found out. Ok, so now what? Confront him? No. He could put me under with a key phrase or something. Get help. Yes. But who? The police? Maybe. Would they believe me? I need a little proof first. Maybe Liz can get a video tape of Paul putting me under or something. If I get her to – shit. She watches the tape as often as I do. Has it affected her? I have to assume it has. I’ll have to tell her what’s happened.

Just then she walks in the door.

“Hi honey!” she says, a big smile on her face as she sees me.

“Liz!” I exclaim. “Honey, you’re not going to believe what been going on!”

“Jim?” she says, concern coming over her face. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“We’ve been hypnotized!”

“What?!” As the disbelief comes over her face I realize how stupid what I said just sounded like.

“Come here and look!” I take her to the tv still paused on the last frame Paul Knight is my Master. “See? Paul’s put subliminal messages into the tape. He’s been controlling us without our knowing for god knows how long!”

She stares at it for a few moments and the smiles at me. “Oh, honey, I know that!”

I don’t know what to say. I feel something bad coming and don’t know how to stop it.

“Jim, be yourself.”

Jesus! Liz knows?!

“You know! And you haven’t done anything? After what he did to us?!” I exclaim.

“First of all, dear husband, you are the one that did this to me. You weren’t happy with the wife you had. You brought home the tape. You changed me into the slut I am. What you didn’t get is if you actually tried to introduce me to all this normally you and I would have both found out that I love it. I really do. I’ve never felt so alive, so sexual, so desirable. And Paul gives me everything I want: men and women to fuck, you as my personal slave, His magnificent cock, and discipline. Oh I do so love when He disciplines me.” 




My Fair Slut Ch. 02



She smiles at the memories. I move towards her, intent of shaking some sense into her.

“Don’t come near me, Jim. And don’t think of leaving this room.”

I know I have to obey. She picks the phone and starts dialing. I stand there trying to think what to do and spot my open briefcase. I move by it quickly making it look like I’m coming for her again and then stop as her suggestion keeps me at bay.

“Master? It’s Liz. Jim knows. I came home and told me. The tape’s on. He must have paused it at just the right spot. Yes? Yes, Master. We’ll be waiting. I’ll just fuck him until You get here.”

She turns to me and I back away from her until I’m just in front of the briefcase.

“Master’s coming to blank your memory and keep you from pausing the tape again.”

I back away some more, stumbling, my hand hits the briefcase and shuts it. I fall backwards.

She smiles. “Scared, My slut?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Then come over here and lick My pussy.”

Mmmm, i love licking Mistress’ pussy. i love everything about Her. If i’m good maybe i’ll get to fuck Her. i get on my knees and crawl over. i know She loves that and i love feeling like Her little dog, Her bitch. She’s not wearing panties and She lifts up Her skirt to reveal the most beautiful sight in the world. i dive at it licking furiously. She pats my head and says, “Easy boy. W/we have time. Mommy wants it slow.”

i reduce my speed but my urgency to taste Her is still there. i want to please this woman so much. Her moans are like a drug to me. The more excited She gets the more I do. my cock is so hard right now. i want to touch it. i want to spray my cum over myself and maybe she’ll lick some off. i speed up shoving my tongue deep inside Her. She arches Her hips into my face and pushes my head farther into Her hot cunt.

“Yes, slut. Lick Me! Oh god, you do that soooooo well.”

Her words encourage me if She keeps talking that way i may cum without touching myself. my tongue runs along Her clit and i shove my fingers up Her dripping snatch. She moans loudly at their invasion.

“Fuck! Yes! Lick Me. Fuck Me. Make Me cum, you bitch!”

my hand pumps hard. my tongue circles and then i bite Her clit. Her hands clench hard into my hair as She screams. “Oh G-g-g-god!!!” i pump Her hard as She cums and then move my head quickly down to lick up all Her sweet juices. She calms down with a series of shivers then pushes me back hard.

“Mmmmmmm, Mommy thinks you need a reward for that, slut.” She says as She gets up and leaves the room.

i can’t help but smile wondering what She could have planned for me. Her reward is not quite what i expected. She comes back in wearing one of Her strap-ons. The big one. 12 inches. It hurts me to have that one.

“Get in position, bitch.” She smiles and i dutifully get on my hands and knees. i feel cold

wetness at my ass. She’s lubed it, thank god. I feel that monster push into me. She starts with small strokes but pushes deeper with every thrust. 3 inches, 4, 6, 10! Ugh. The pain mixes with the pleasure and then it’s all the way in. my cries are half ecstasy, half agony. She knows and continues to pump for what seems like forever and yet only a moment. “Enjoying yourself, you fuckin cum loving slut?” my cum shoots out of my cock onto the floor. Her words had set me off. my arms give out but she doesn’t let up. The strap-on is stimulating her clit and she won’t stop till she cums. My head swims from cumming and the assault. I’m barely aware of the door opening and Master entering. Mistress lets out a wail as She cums and shoves the strap-on deeper than i thought it would go.

“Such a nice sight to be greeted with.” Master says. Then He stares right at me and says, “Trance.”

To be continued…



My Fair Slut Ch. 03



"My name is Elmer J. Fudd, millionaire. I own a mansion and a yacht."

"Again."

"My name is Elmer J. Fudd, millionaire. I own a mansion and a yacht."

"Again."

Believe it or not, watching that cartoon when I was eleven was what started it all. I asked my dad, "Can you really get people to believe things just by making them repeat it?"

My dad chuckled at the question, "Sometimes, Paul. A lot of people use that technique to try and change things about themselves, give themselves confidence and stuff. But repeating that you're a millionaire won't make you one." He winked at me.

"How do I become a millionaire, dad?"

"Hard work and ambition or win the lottery." He laughed.

"What about if I want Billy to stop teasing me? Do I just repeat, 'You don't like to tease Paul' to him?"

"No, son, say that and he'll probably try and beat you up."

Billy had beaten me up a couple times but I never told my dad. And he wasn't the only one that teased me. I was the target of lots of kids, being so small and skinny with big glasses. Also, my parents weren't really "in fashion" when it came to buying my clothes.

My dad continued, "He'd have to repeat it to himself or" he paused, his mind running ideas around, "you could play a tape of it while he slept and hope it sunk in."

"Really? I could do that?!"

My dad laughed again. "Probably not. I don't see how you could get him to agree to that! No, the best way to make him stop teasing you is to earn his respect."

Dad then started talking about different ways to do just that but I was stuck on the tape concept. Within a few days I was researching the whole concept. I spent hours in the library reading up on subliminal programming, hypnosis, self-affirmations, anything I could find. A lot of it was way over my head (I was eleven!) but I was learning. And then the next pivotal event of my life occurred. We went to party held by dad's work and they had a hypnotist there. He took lots of people from the audience and put them under. It was amazing. He made them dance and cluck like chickens, think they were in a beauty pageant (even the guys) and WWF wrestlers. I noticed that of the twenty or so volunteers only eight ended up being hypnotized. I asked my dad about that and he said that some people can't be hypnotized and some of them didn't really want to be.

"You HAVE to want to be?" I asked, "But what about those tv shows where-"

"Those are just shows, son. They're make-believe."

I went through the hypnosis books again. Reliving the performance again and again, working on my technique in front of the mirror. It was months before I thought I was ready.

The school year was ending, it was June and warm and we were at lunch outside. I was talking with a few of my friends and told them I knew hypnosis. Of course they didn't believe me so I said I could prove it. I said "Let's go the field and you guys lie down on the grass and I'll hypnotize you."

"And make us do what?" Tommy asked.

"Hmmmm," I said pretending to think about it. "How about I make you stronger?"

"What?" Ralph said, "You can't make someone stronger!"

"Yes, you can!" I argued, "I read that people don't use all of their strength normally. Only when they're really stressed they tap into it. Kinda like the hulk only you don't get bigger and green."

"No way! Really?!"

"Uh huh. And I can use hypnosis so that instead of only being stronger when you're stressed you can call it up whenever you like. Let's see Billy push you around after that!"

I had no idea if there was any truth to that but I had confirmed that what dad said was right. People had to want to be hypnotized. So I was giving them a reason for the want. So soon we were on the field and they were all lying down and I went through the preliminaries with them. As I was starting, some more kids walked by and asked what was going on. With twenty minutes left during lunch hour I had thirty kids lying on the grass and about as many watching. I went through the routine similar to the show I had seen. As people started to relax and close their eyes, either because they were going under or because they were playing along, I told them that their right arm was feeling very light. As I continued I pulled out the ones I saw opening their eyes and peaking, and others that it obviously wasn't working on. Now, the kids had no idea why I said their arms felt light (or so I hoped) and soon the ones that were under were lifting that arm skyward. There were giggles from the crowd and I hushed them. Soon I had nine of them going through the same routine as the hypnotist I had seen did. The other kids laughed and cheered them on. And then the lunch bell rang.

The rest of the afternoon the class was a chatter with what had happened. I was stopped after school by several people who wanted me to hypnotize them and I said I'd do another show at lunch the next day and so I did; hypnotizing a few new ones and several of the original. My plan was to eventually get to the kids that picked on me and make them stop. It worked, but not in the way I had planned. My new show made me the most popular kid in the class. Billy and the others even asked me to make some of the girls kiss them. When I had the targeted girls under my spell, Billy jumped in and started to give them orders. In the state they were, some obeyed and took off their clothes. Now we were eleven so the show wasn't all that spectacular, but losing control like that to Billy and seeing what could happen made me start to take precautions. I from then on told each subject that they would only obey my voice when under and gave them all a trigger word to bring them under and out again. Well, it was a trigger name actually: Elmer J. Fudd. And it only worked when I said it and touched them. By the end of the year I had pretty much the whole class under my control and kids from several other years. I was kinds surprised the teachers didn't do anything but they figured it was just kid stuff and would blow over, over the summer. It pretty much did too.

The next year we began junior high. You know it. It's where you go from being the top of the rung in grade school to the bottom again. Well, I focused more on school and fun than hypnosis. I knew trying to mimic the event on the field wouldn't really work here so I just used my new-found popularity with my old classmates to help launch me into cool groups with the new students. It didn't work out as planned since the new older students still saw me as a skinny geeky kid with glasses. It looked like my fifteen minutes of fame were up. I was so upset that my subjects couldn't catapult my popularity that my interest in them faded as well. A few years went by and I started to focus more and more on what most boys my age focused on: girls. By the time I was eighteen I wanted to lose my virginity pretty badly. All the other guys had. Well, they said they had. There were so many beautiful girls in my school too. I had a few that were interested in me but they were more geeky than I was and I wanted my first time to be with some special, like a cheerleader.

One afternoon as I was coming out of the A.V. room after school (yes I was an A.V. geek) I saw Becky Robinson returning from cheerleading practice. I'd known Becky forever (though I doubt she still remembered me) and she had blossomed into a hot little number: Curly blonde locks, c-cup breasts, which seemed much bigger on her 5'3" body, a beautiful face that went more the way of Drew Barrymore in its sweetness and hazel eyes that seemed to sparkle. Something went off in my mind and I rushed and caught up with her.

"Becky?"

"Oh hey, Paul." She was nice to me but I saw her glance around to see if anyone was near. I figured she didn't want to be seen talking to one of the geeks.

"I have to ask you about someone." I said

She smiled a devilish smile. She figured I was going to ask about one of the cheerleaders. I knew she was already getting to ready to gossip about who I liked. I took her hand and said, "Elmer J. Fudd."

I watched her eyes sort of glaze over. The trigger was still there!

"Come with me, Becky." I said and she obediently followed.

I led her back to the A.V. room and closed and locked the door.

I sat her down in front of me. "Do you like to gossip, Becky?" I asked.

"I love it." she replied

"Today you're going to gossip about you ok?"

"Ok"

"Are you a virgin?"

"I can't tell you that!"

"Why not?"

"It's none of your business!"

"Who would you tell, if they asked?"

"Tina. She's my best friend. And-"

"Ok, Becky" I stopped her. "Until you here the word orange, although you hear my voice I am not here with you. Tina is. And the questions I am asking, Tina is really asking. Got it?"

"Yes, Tina."

"Good. Now are you a virgin?"

"No."

"Have you fucked many men?"

"Just one."

"Who?"

"Billy Johnston."

Ugh. Billy again. He was on the football team now and very popular and I'll bet Becky wasn't the only girl he's fucked.

"How was it?"

"He was rough and fast and I didn't really enjoy it."

"I'm sorry, Becky" I really wasn't.

"Do you know who would be great in bed?"

"No, who?"

"Paul Knight."

"Paul? Ew no! He's a geek and he's skinny and I'm sure he has a small dick!"

Ow! Well, I started this.

"What would Paul have to do to make you want to fuck him?"

"He'd have to be bigger and more popular. I can't fuck someone that people will laugh at me for. He is kinda cute though."

"I'd fuck Paul." I said.

"You would?!"

"Yeah, why not. He is cute and he's got a big dick too."

"How do you know?"

"I just do."

"Ok, if Paul were here right now and he was bigger and had a big cock and no one would find out, would you suck it?"

"What? Tina! What kind of a question is that?"

"Just answer."

"If no one could find out?"

"Yes."

"And how big are we talking?"

"9 inches"

"That's twice as big as Billy!" she laughed "Oh fuck. Sure, I'd do it just to see it"

"Orange." I watched her shift in her seat as Tina "left" the room. "Now, Becky, close your eyes." She did. "When you open them you will see me, only I will have the body you like. You will know that anything that happens in this room will not be found out by anyone. You will remember what you told Tina and you will not feel uncomfortable at all. Got it?"

"Yes." I quickly dropped my pants and my cock sprung out hard as steel.

"Open your eyes."

Becky opened her eyes and looked at me. Her eyes widened as she saw my cock standing at attention in front of her.

"It IS big." She said and reached out to grab it. Slowly, she started to stroke it. It was more curiosity and fascination than sexual but she was heading that way. She got off the chair and onto her knees, bringing her face so close to me. Then she started to lick me, like a lollypop at first, but soon she took me in her mouth and sucked and sucked. I couldn't believe I had a cheerleader sucking my cock in the A.V. room. It wasn't long before I came in a torrent in her mouth. She was still new to this although not as new as I was. She coughed and gagged on my cum, pulling my cock from her mouth. I squirted again on her face and she moved back away from me.

"Oh god" she said coughing "You cum a lot, Paul."

"Sorry, Becky." I said.

"Would you like to feel me inside of you?" I asked. She looked at my cock which was still semi-erect.

"I'm curious." She said, "But, I have to get home."

I suddenly realized that the shock of me cumming in her mouth had brought her out of the hypnotic state. This was actually Becky talking of her own accord. And she wasn't freaking out!

"Then meet me her tomorrow after your practice."

She hesitated for a little while but then said, "Sure. For some reason I feel safe with you in here. But it has to be in here."

I knew the reason for that. Becky quickly got her stuff and left. I presumed she was going to the washroom first to clean up before going home. I sat there with the A.V. equipment around me thinking about what she said and then an idea came to me. I went and grabbed the footage of the various sports events and started to make a tape.

The next day Becky arrived promptly after practice. I saw her glance out around the hall before she closed and locked the door. As soon as the lock clicked I could see her whole body relax. She looked over at me and smiled.

"I've been thinking about your cock since I left yesterday. Can I see it again?"

Who was I to argue? I dropped my pants and showed her my cock which had been hard for some time now waiting for her to arrive.

"Mmmmmm." She cooed. "Yeah, that's it." she said moving up to me and stroking it. "I played with myself last night, imagining how it would feel inside of me."

"Oh god, Becky." I gasped as her hands worked their magic. I brought my hands up to her breasts and massaged them. She pushed her chest into my hands as she kept stroking me. I knew if she kept that up I'd cum before I could get in her so I pulled her top off her forcing her to let go and raise her hands while I did it. Before she could grab me again I reached under her cheerleader's skirt, pulled down her panties and pushed her back into a chair.

"Paul!" she exclaimed startled by my actions. "What are you-"

Her question was cut short as I dropped to my knees and took her clit into my mouth.

"Oh god!" she exclaimed as her hands grabbed my head. I sucked and licked her enjoying the taste of her and the sounds she was making. Then I shoved my tongue right into her cunt. "Oh my fucking god!" she squealed, "No one's ever done this to me before."

It wasn't long before her breathing got very ragged and her hips started to buck. Her fingers grabbed my hair so tightly it hurt, but I didn't stop fucking her with my tongue. I felt her wetness enter my mouth as she came. "Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god."

I slowed my motions down and finally lifted my head to look at her. Her expression was one of pure euphoria.

"I didn't think anything could feel that good!" she said.

"Oh it's going to feel better!" I said standing up.

She giggled. "You're pretty sure of yourself. I take it you've done this before?"

I held my hand out to her and help her out of the seat.

"No." I answered. "This is my first time."

I let Becky remove her skirt before I bent her over one of the desks and positioned my cock behind her at her cunt.

"Then how do you know this will feel better for me?" she asked

"I wasn't talking about you." I said and shoved my cock in hard.

She gasped as I entered her wet, waiting pussy. "o-o-ohhhhhhhh"

I held myself deep inside her. I couldn't believe I had done it. I had officially lost my virginity. And now I was going to fuck a beautiful cheerleader. I started to pump in and out of her slowly. She purred as she felt me move inside her. Her hips began to move in rhythm with mine and slowly the pace increased. I honestly could not believe how great it felt. I began to pump faster and heard her whispering "Yes. Yes."

I glanced to the side and could see her tits swaying as she held herself over the desk. Faster and faster we went. I gripped her hips and pulled her harder and harder onto my cock. I felt my orgasm approaching and my rhythm started to screw up. Becky seemed to sense what was happening and exaggerated her movements, impaling herself on me so I didn't have to move as much. As it hit me I heard her gasp too. I started pumping again hard as I spurted cum into her pussy and she emitted a high pitched squeal as she came again. I collapsed on top of her and we both lay there breathing heavily. After a little while Becky started to giggle. I asked her what the joke was.

"You were right." She laughed. "It did feel better."

"Oh god, yes it did." I replied.

"You're so different, Paul." She said.

The statement threw me. "Different from what?"

"From you. Normally you're shy and stay in the background. I noticed that when we first got into junior high. And then I stopped noticing you all together." She paused, realizing what she just said. "I'm sorry. I-"

"It's ok." I assured. "I know not many people even know I'm at this school."

"But the thing is," she continued. "When I came in today you just took charge. You pushed me into the chair and attacked me without asking. You bent me over the desk and fucked me hard and I was sure when I came here today that we were going to do it on the floor with you being all mushy and talking about making love."

"Is that what you wanted?"

"Well, I just wanted to feel your cock in me. But I'm really happy with the way things turned out. Did you like taking charge?"

I thought about it a while. "Yes, yes I did."

"Mmmmm, I did too." She said moving her body around under me. I felt myself sliding around inside her and tingles moved up through me. My cock began to stir and grow. Becky started to purr again, just like a cat and her body seemed to move like one beneath me. I was getting hard pretty fast looking at her and listening. I started to pump again.

"Yes, Paul. Take me. Take control."

Her words caused my cock to twitch and get even harder. I could fuck her like this again but I had a feeling she wanted more. So I pulled out.

"W-what?" she gasped losing me. I pulled her up and spun her around.

"You said you wanted me to take control." I smiled squeezing her breasts. She started reaching for my cock and I grabbed her by the wrists.

"Uh uh. Hands by your sides. Keep them there."

She giggled. "Yes, sir." She said mockingly.

I grabbed her nipples and pinched them hard and she gasped. "Don't laugh at me." I said. Her expression changed. I had either startled her or angered her or both. Her hands moved up from her sides but, before I could find out if it was to stop me or hold me, I put my mouth over one of her breasts and sucked. My hand squeezed her other breast and then moved down her body to play with her clit. Her hands dropped back to her sides and she moaned with pleasure. When I was happy with the work I'd done on her breast I moved on to the next. Then I felt her hands on my ass. I stopped sucking and stood up, staring into her eyes.

"Hands at your sides!" I said and slid my fingers into her cunt.

"Ugh!" she moaned. Her hands dropped back to her sides.

I grabbed her by the back of her neck and pumped my fingers into her a few times.

"Who's in charge here?"

"You." She whispered.

I pumped harder and deeper. "Who?"

"You're in charge, Paul." She paused a moment and added, "Sir."

I was reveling in this feeling of control. It was brand new to me but so powerful. I was surprised I didn't feel it with previous experiences with hypnosis, having controlled all those kids. But that was something different. Non-sexual. I wanted more. I wanted all of this girl. Full control. I pushed her back onto the desk and made her lie back. I lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders. I guided my cock to the opening of her cunt which was dripping cum and pussy juice. I put the tip into her and held it just there. She squirmed and pushed beneath me trying to get more of me inside her. I pulled back each time she pushed forward. She looked up at me imploringly.

I smiled. "What do you want, Becky?"

"I want you inside of me."

"Ask for it."

"Please, Paul. Please fuck me."

"How do you want me to fuck you, Becky?"

"Hard! Fuck me hard! Please! Shove your cock in me!" she begged. So I did. I rammed her as hard and fast as I could and she loved it. Her head rocked from side to side as her hands reached out to try and grab hold of something, anything. She grunted and squeaked her little squeaks but I still wanted more.

"Is this what you want, Becky?"

"U-uh-uh." Was all she could get out.

I reached down and twisted her clit. "I said is this what you want?"




My Fair Slut Ch. 03



"YES!" she screamed as an orgasm ripped through her. "God yes! Fuck me Paul!"

That's what I wanted. I liked her vocal and she kept it up. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fill me. Cum in me!"

I pumped and pumped knowing I wasn't going to last long with this vixen turning me on like she was. And then she said something that just set me off. "I'm yours!"

Hearing her say that, my balls constricted and my head went light. My cock grew full with cum and then unloaded into her. I rammed her with the last of my strength which seemed to leave with my cum. I wanted to collapse on her but I needed to push things a little further. I pulled out abruptly and stood back pulling her off the desk.

"Paul? What?" she asked as I pulled her to my knees in front of me.

"Lick me clean." I ordered her.

"What?" she said the shock evident on her face. "I will not!"

"You will if you ever want to feel my cock inside you again." I said smugly.

"Paul. No! Please. I-"

"Are you mine, Becky?"

"No, Paul, I was just caught up in the moment. I-"

I held her chin up and looked into eyes. I could have put her under at this point and made her do anything but I wanted her to give to me.

"If you want all this to continue, if you want it to get better, you'll do as I tell you. Do you want me to ever fuck you again?"

"Yes." She whispered.

"Are you mine, Becky?"

"Yes." She said even more softly as if admitting it to herself.

"Lick me clean."

And she took my cock into her mouth and started licking and sucking at first with great apprehension at the thought of tasting her own juices but then more enthusiastically until I started to get hard and had to stop her. I pulled her to her feet in front of me and took her face in my hand.

"Still like when I take charge?"

"Yes." She nodded. And then we kissed, deep and passionately. We held each other close and the moment was so tender. I realized that it was the first time we had actually kissed. When we finally broke there were tears streaming down her face.

"Are you ok?" I asked concerned.

"Yes," she smiled wiping her face. "I just feel so happy all of a sudden."

--

Becky and I met everyday after school for weeks after that. Meanwhile at night I watched porn videos to find new techniques and positions to try with her. We fucked in probably every position imaginable. For my first time with a woman things certainly worked out well. Becky took swallowing my cum fairly quickly and always cleaned my cock after a session. I also discovered the sweet sensation of fucking her ass. Outside of the A.V. room we didn't know each other but inside she had become my willing sex slave. I hadn't yet tested my hold on her to see if it was restricted to just the A.V. room. I planned on taking that mental cushion off of her and seeing how we did. First, though my other work in the room had come to fruition. I had spent those weeks editing the video to make a highlight tape of the events at the school but not just any tape. My voice was mixed in with the sounds of the crowd cheering saying things like, "Paul Knight is a great guy. Paul is sexy. Listen to Paul. You trust Paul" And also phrases like "You love watching this video. You want to watch this again." Then I also took frames from the porno videos I watched and interlaced them with frames in the video so that the frame was actually the sports shot with a ghost image of porn in the background. I watched the tape carefully many times looking for flaws, finding many and correcting them. When I was finally happy with my work I waited for the right moment to give it to Becky.

There was a party that weekend and all the jocks and cheerleaders and "in" crowd would be there. I showed the tape to Becky after school one day and told her to show it at the party. Now I knew the tape wouldn't affect people in one sitting but my plan was that Becky's friends would see it and hopefully want to see it again at her place. I figured after a few sessions the tape would begin to affect them and I may have a few more cheerleaders to play with. Not that I wasn't happy with Becky, hell, I was falling in love with her. But being able to fuck her and a friend or friends at the same time was a very appealing thought. I told Becky, as she sucked my cock, that after the party I wanted her to play the tape whenever her friends came over, even if it's just in the background. Becky asked why and I just told her it was an order. By that time she obeyed willingly when I phrased things that way. In fact she sucked more eagerly as I said it.

"That's it, Becky." I encouraged, "Suck me, my little slut."

"Hmmmm, yes sir." She cooed. She brought me to orgasm fairly quickly, locking eyes with me as I came and sucking down every drop of my cum. I petted her head and she smiled proudly up at me.

"Good girl."

"Thank you, sir."

"Becky, what if I told you I wanted to go public about our relationship?"

"What? No, Paul! You can't tell everyone what we do here! I couldn't-"

"Not the part about you being my slut. Let people know we're a couple. That's what we are, aren't we? Unless you're seeing someone else I don't know about."

She shook her head. "There's no one else. I don't want anyone else. Paul, I love being your slut. I don't even mind calling myself that. I mean, I'm not a slut. You're the only guy I'm with but the slutty things I do for you...mmmmmm." She lifted herself up to look right into my eyes. "I love you, Paul."

"Enough to go public?" I asked.

"Yes." She nodded, though with a look of regret.

"But you'd prefer to keep things a secret." I stated.

"It's just my time with you and the rest of my life are so different and so separate. When I walk through that door it's like I move into another world where there's just you and I'm safe and I can do anything my hearts desires. There's no one to criticize me about who I'm with or what I do or how I dress. Well, I still care about how I look for you, although you mainly see me in my sweats after practice, but I did buy some new underwear for you."

"I noticed." I said.

"You did? You never said anything."

"The day you took off your clothes and had that sexy black lingerie on? Ha. I couldn't speak. I couldn't think of words to describe what I was feeling at that moment. Only that I wanted you."

"You did attack me rather viscously that day." She remembered.

"My way of complimenting you." I smiled.

We enjoyed a loving kiss and I held her in my arms lighting stroking her back. "You're taking me to the party on Saturday."

"I am?" she said, though playfully now, not nervously.

"Do I have to make it an order?" I asked pinching her nipple lightly.

"No, sir." She giggled. "Oh god, this is going to an interesting party. The nice thing is, I'll finally be able to tell Tina about what a great fuck you are!"

--

Becky dressed me for the party. She brought some of her brother's clothes over and, after making sure there was nothing with any sort of style in my wardrobe, she put together a casual outfit for me. Of course her visit to my placed left my parents a bit stunned. Here was their son -who spent most of his time reading or playing on the computer and of course hanging out at the A.V. room at school- bringing home a sexy cheerleader who couldn't keep her hands off of him. They thought it was cute the way she hung on to me. If they had seen us locked in a 69 before I put my clothes on, I'm sure they would have thought otherwise about her. I wanted to fuck her, but after getting her to be vocal for so long it was best to shut her up with my cock in her mouth while she came in my parents' place.

Becky was great about the whole "coming out" issue. Her open affection which began when she arrived at my parents' place didn't stop when we arrived at the party. Needless to say her friends were shocked. We walked in with her hanging onto my arm. She greeted her friends with a big smile despite the looks on their faces. A few of them quickly ushered her off to ask her what the hell was going on and, as I casually walked to the corner they disappeared around, I could hear the question "Why?" coming up over and over. So, I did my best to not stand out for about a half an hour while they talked it out. I pretty much became a wallflower, not really knowing anyone and too nervous to start a conversation with anyone there for fear they'd ask who the hell I was and kick me out. When Becky finally came back she introduced me to her friends. They didn't give the warmest of greetings but they weren't mean either. Sort of a "Is this for real?" attitude. I caught every one of them stealing glances at my crotch as well. They really didn't know what to say to me so I started chatting about the upcoming cheerleading championships and what they thought about the competition and gave my two cents about their routine. Yes, that's right. Becky and I DID do more than just fuck all the time and I had stockpiled that info just for this party. The girls and I were soon chatting up a storm, so much so that a few of the guys, who were trying to get with them, started to get a little jealous of what was going on. Add to that the fact that Becky had her arm entwined with mine and was constantly touching me, it was not long before a few of them came up to strut.

"So, Becky, slumming it tonight?" Jeff Thatcher asked?

Becky gave him a look of daggers, "No, Jeff. I'm with Paul, not you."

Her friends all laughed at that one. Jeff didn't take it well.

"Seriously, Becky. Paul? You never even talk to him. None of us do. And now we're supposed to believe you're on a date with him?"

"A date?" Becky laughed. "This isn't a date. Paul's my boyfriend."

Kevin Myers chimed in, "Your boyfriend? Since when?"

"We've been seeing each other for weeks now."

"Oh really? When? I've never seen you two together." Kevin challenged.

"That's because I have a life that still goes on when you're not around, Kev."

"You and Knight?" Billy laughed. "Come on. What's he got that I haven't got?" He asked puffing his muscular physique up to reinforce his statement.

Becky grinned evilly. "Hmmmm, a cock twice your size, knowledge of what a woman likes and most importantly: me!" And with that she laid a lip-lock on me that shocked even me. When she broke away she took my hand and led me away from the group that had formed.

"Where are we going?" I asked

"Upstairs." She stated.

"Upstairs?"

"Yes. I talked about your cock and tongue and technique to the girls for half an hour and these guys just reminded me again. If I don't have you inside me soon I'm gonna bust!" She didn't try to hide the conversation. I looked back at the stunned guys and giggling girls and shrugged.

Before she completely whisked me, however, away I remembered my little present. "Becky, the tape."

"What? Oh yeah." She said pulling it out of her purse. She flung it to Jeff. "Here. Play this."

"What is it?" Jeff asked.

"Highlights from the games and rallies and stuff. Paul put it together. It's great. We've seen it, so you guys enjoy." And with that were made out way up to one of the bedrooms.

Becky pretty much attacked me and started pulling off my clothes.

"What's with you tonight?" I asked

She stopped suddenly. "You don't like it?" she said a little worried.

"No, I love it but I expected you to be a little more, uh, low key."

She laughed and removed what clothes of mine she hadn't yet. "I just feel great. They all know now and even if they don't like it, I don't care. It's like a weight lifted off my shoulders. Tina actually agreed that you were really cute too just too skinny."

"Uh thanks." I commented.

"I don't know what she's talking about. You don't seem skinny to me. You're perfect."

And then I remembered the suggestion I had implanted in her mind that body looked exactly the way she liked it. Oops.

Beck fell to her knees and attacked my cock. "Oh, Paul. I'm so fucking horny for you right now." she said between licks. I started to lose myself in the feeling with I heard the crowd downstairs cheer as one. A little while later laugher erupted. They were watching the video. Good. Everything was going perfectly. It was then that I saw the door crack open a little. I did my best not to turn my head. We had an audience. Hmmmm. Might as well put on a good show. I pulled Becky away from my cock roughly by the hair.

"What do you want, Becky?" I asked.

"I want your cock." She whimpered

"Where do you want it?"

"Everywhere. In my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass."

I'm sure I heard a gasp come from the door with the last comment.

"Lean on the bed and show me your ass."

Becky jumped up and leaned on the bed flipping up her skirt. I was shocked at the site of her bare ass.

"Where are you panties?" I asked

"I left them at your place." She answered turning to me and smiling wickedly. "Don't worry. I'll come by tomorrow to pick them up."

I came up and massaged her butt. She purred for me. Then I started to spank her lightly. She squealed with pleasure and urged me on. I hit her harder on the ass and thighs and lower back. She arched and jumped and moaned from the sensations. Then I put my cock at her cunt. She was so wet. "Fuck me, Paul. Fuck me hard! I want you so bad. I need you!"

I slid myself inside her and started slowly pumped. "Oh god yes." She moaned, "I need this so bad." We began to fuck and I spanked her every so often. I pulled out and began to fuck her ass. She buried her face in a pillow to muffle her screams. Then I climbed on the bed and lay down and she got on me and rode my cock. She looked at me a little questioningly as I lay sideways across the bed instead of lengthwise. She didn't realize that I wanted our audience to have a great view. I played with her tits and stimulated her clit as she bucked up and down on me. She let me (and everyone) know each time she came with shouts that had to carry downstairs. Finally I took her in the missionary position although her legs were spread almost into the splits and she held them apart as I fucked her. She came for what must have been the tenth time when I came inside of her. "I'm yours." She yelled over and over. I let my weight drop on top of her and we hugged and kissed and said "I love you" to each other.

When we finally returned downstairs the greeting I got was very unexpected. They were suddenly all friendly with me. I got pats on the back and guys and girls came up starting conversations with me. I knew the tape didn't work that well but soon found I had touched on something else: Egos. Showing these people at their best and the funniest, I'd won something over. Some people complimented me on the video, others on making them look good and others wanted to know if I could make one featuring them alone. I took it in stride, not making any promises. The best part was that many asked for a copy of the tape. That, I had no problem agreeing to, especially with the women. In my sudden moment of fame I lost track of Becky, but soon saw her chatting with her girlfriends. She glowed. As I watched her talking and laughing I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Tina. Now Tina is quite a sight. 5'8" slim and muscular with a b-cup. She has a nice round latino ass, straight black hair to the middle of her black, olive skin and green eyes. She was destined for modeling. My cock moved as I took the sight of her in.

"Becky and I share everything." She started. "Or so I thought. I can't believe she kept you guys a secret from me."

"She was worried about what you would think." I explained.

"She should know me better." Tina retorted.

"Well, if it's any consolation, she did tell me pretty often that she wanted to share it with you."

"It's a little consolation." She glanced over at Becky. "As long as she's happy I guess. And she seems to have good reason to be happy with you." She laughed

"Oh?" I said, "Why's that?"

She looked a little unsure of what to say but then blurted out "You were up there almost an hour!"

I feigned humility, "Well, it was mainly foreplay."

"No it wasn-" she stopped herself. "I mean she told me you guys don't do much in the way of foreplay. You like to get to the good stuff."

I laughed, "Sometimes, foreplay IS the good stuff. If you do it right."

She looked me over, probably imagining what that kind of foreplay must be like. "Hey, all I know is when I'm with Kevin I'm lucky to get ten minutes of fucking, nevermind foreplay."

"Well, maybe you should do something to change that then." I commented

"What do you mean by that?"

"I just mean if you're unhappy with something you should really do something to correct it."

"And how do I make a guy last longer?" she asked defiantly.

"Different positions. Giving him a blow job first so he takes longer the second time. There are options."

"Hey, Tina!" Becky called. "Get over here. You gotta hear this."

Tina turned back to me. "I want to continue this later, if that's all right with you?"

"Sure." I answered and she started to leave. "Oh, and Tina?"

"Yes?" she said turning back to me.

"I hope you enjoyed the show." I winked.

She turned crimson, confirming my accusation. Before she could deny it, I turned and walked away.

--

They played the tape once more before we left and then Becky dropped me off and home and returned to hers. True to her word, she showed up the next day to pick up her panties and a couple loads of my cum as well. She also told me that she needed 10 copies of the video. I knew my life was about to change. I didn't realize how much.

--

As it turns out Becky wasn't the only one who had to come out. My friends, who you would know as the geeks of the school, were on my ass about how I managed to land her. The look on their faces when she greeted me with a long wet kiss was priceless. I wished I'd had a camera ready. I told them I was helping her out with her homework and it just sorta happened. They seemed to buy it. And of course the started hitting me up to get them in with the other cheerleaders. I told them I wasn't a matchmaker and the girls were just girls. They should just try talking like I did and see where it gets them. I figured that would be the end of it. For a while anyway.

Also, all the cool kids were now talking to me. Not so much as a friend but as the guy who could get them a copy of that cool video, although a few did genuinely like me. I knew more would soon, even though they didn't. I made sure Becky's cheerleader friends got the first copies of the video. Less than a week later they were asking me to come hang out at practice and after school. I even caught a few jealous looks when Becky hung onto me, kissed me or took me away at the end of the day. It wasn't long before Becky noticed it too.

"I don't think you should come hang out at practice anymore." She said when we got home to my place. My parents weren't due home for and hour so we lounged in the family room on the sofa.

"Why is that?" I asked innocently.

"They want you."

"Your friends?"

"I can see it in their eyes."

"And would that be so bad?"

"What?!" she yelled. She looked ready to hit me.

"Remember the porno we watched at my place? The threesome that got you so hot?"

"Paul, that was just a video a fantasy. I couldn't do that in real life. Not with my friends. What would they think?"

"You never know. They might want to too."

"Paul, what are you saying? Aren't I enough for you?"

"Elmer J. Fudd."

Becky stopped talking

"Now, Becky. Did you really like the threesomes and orgies we watched?"

"Yes."

"Have you imagined doing things like that?"

"Yes."

"Don't be afraid to explore your fantasies. Whenever you are with me you will feel safe, as safe as you feel in the A.V. room. You will know that nothing bad will happen while I am with you and that you can try out any fantasy you want as long as you have my approval. Do you understand, Becky?"




My Fair Slut Ch. 03



"Yes."

"And how do you feel now?"

"I feel safe, like I could do anything with you."

"Good. Oh and Becky, no matter who you see me with or who we fuck, don't ever doubt that I love you and or think I would leave you."

Her face lit up with a smile as I said that.

"Wake."

Becky blinked her eyes and tried to remember what we were talking about.

"So, are you sure you don't want to try a threesome?" I asked.

"For you, baby, I'll try anything." She smiled.

As Becky undid my pants and began to lick my cock, I wondered which of her friends we'd choose top play with first. As it turned out one of them chose us.

--

It was after school the following week and I was in the A.V. room making copies of the tape. Tina walked in looking a little lost.

"Hey Tina." I greeted her. "How come you're not at practice? Something wrong?"

"Uh no. I mean yes. I mean, uh, remember the conversation we had at the party? And how I said I want to continue it?"

"Yes."

"Can we continue it now?"

It was then that I realized she was wearing a very alluring outfit. A low cut blue blouse, short leather skirt and pumps. Her breasts seemed bigger too, probably a push-up bra.

"Sure. What did you want to know?" I asked as I felt my cock growing slightly in my pants.

"Well, first I want to get something out of the way so we can talk more freely."

"And what is that?"

"Well, you know I spied on you two at the party."

I grinned evilly. "Yes, but don't worry about it."

"I'm sorry about it but the whole thing took me by surprise and I just had to see if there was any truth to it."

"And you found out there was?" I challenged.

"Well, yeah but something else too."

"And what's that."

"Well," she fidgeted a bit showing she was a little embarrassed or uncomfortable about what she wanted to say. "You didn't just fuck her. You took her."

"Yeah, I guess I did. But she loves that. Becky loves a man that can take complete control but can also be tender when he wants."

"What woman doesn't?" she blurted out and then looked at me quickly afraid that she had said too much.

"You like that too then?"

"Uh, yes."

"And Kevin doesn't give you that?"

"Not even close."

I walked up to her and put my hand on her shoulder, then slowly slid it down her arm.

"Is it something you really want, Tina?"

She flushed at my touch and the question.

"It is, I mean I do, but-"

I put my finger to her lips. "Hush for a second." Then I ran my finger through her hair from the top down behind until I held her gently by the back of the neck.

"Do you feel you can trust me, Tina?"

She nodded first and then answered, "Yes."

"Then I want you to be completely honest with me? Can you promise to do that?"

"Yes. I promise."

"Do you want to be taken like Becky was?"

"Yes." She whispered.

"Have you fantasized about it?"

"Yes."

"About Kevin taking you?"

"No."

"Who then?"

"Y-you." I massaged her neck while I brought my face in closer. She moved in closer too but I kept us a little ways apart.

"Do you want me to take you like I did Becky?"

"I- I" she didn't want to say it.

"Be honest, Tina."

"Yes. But we can't. I couldn't do that to Becky."

I moved my fingers around her neck to the front and ran them along her throat and down to between her breasts. She didn't try and stop me.

"We're not talking about action. We're talking about desire. Do you want me to take you?"

"Yes."

My hand ran down between her breasts without touching them, tracing around first one then the other. Her hands never moved to stop me but her breathing got a little ragged.

"Do you want it badly?"

"Yes, very badly. I've thought about it so much. But Paul-"

"Shhh." I brought my other hand up and cupped her cheek. I let a finger move across her lips and she opened her mouth to take it in. I let her suck a moment and then pulled it out. "Do you think Becky would mind that you did that?"

Her face went crimson and she started to turn. "I-I should go."

I grabbed her by the arms and turned her back. "Stand right there." I ordered firmly

"Paul, please."

"Quiet!" I said grabbed her behind the head again only this time roughly. "Now listen to me carefully. Do not move until I tell you to." I stepped back from her and undid my pants and removed them. She locked her gaze on my cock which was rapidly hardening.

"Is this what you dreamed about?" I asked.

"Yes." She said. I swear she was drooling.

"I'm going to give you a choice, Tina. You can drop to your knees and start sucking my cock. If you do I will take you and fuck you and make you mine. Whenever I order you will fuck me or suck me and I will show you what pleasure is all about. But, you will also betray the trust that Becky has in you and it may or may not cost you a friendship. Regardless of how Becky reacts I will continue to fuck, use you and control you. On the other hand, you can turn and leave and never again have a chance to enjoy my cock. In other words, this is a one time offer. If you change your mind I won't even consider fucking you, ever. But I'm sure Becky will tell you more stories about what it's like to fuck me. Do you understand the choice I'm giving you?"

"Yes."

"Then choose."

She stood there staring at my cock. She didn't move. Her mind was moving back and forth fighting a little war with herself. This wasn't just a matter of betraying her best friend as bad as that would be, but this would change her life. She would suddenly be owned by someone. That thought, as scary as it was, was making her wet beyond belief.

"Tina!" I snapped and her eyes came off my cock and locked with mine. "Decide."

Slowly she dropped to her knees. Her hands reached up and took hold of my cock treating it as if were fragile and could break. She began to stroke it and added more and more pressure as her nervousness left her. She stopped and stared at it a moment and then suddenly took it in her mouth and sucked almost viciously. All her inhibitions were gone now and only lust remained. I let her suck for a few minutes and then grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet.

"Who owns you now, Tina?"

"You do." she replied.

"And what do you want?"

"I want you to take me. Please, take me, Paul."

I ripped open her blouse, buttons popping in the process, and pulled it down around her arms. Then I reached around and unsnapped her bra. I shoved her back roughly into the wall and squeezed and kneaded her breasts. My mouth moved in and enveloped one sucking and biting, causing her to gasp and moan. She wanted to put her arms around me but the blouse kept her restrained. When I had had my way with her breasts I pushed her to the ground on her hands and knees.

"You're my bitch now, aren't you?"

"Yes, Paul"

"Yes, Sir!" I corrected.

"Yes, sir. I'm your bitch."

I reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down.

"You know how a bitch gets fucked, don't you?"

"Yes, sir. Please fuck me."

I knelt behind her and positioned my cock. She was so wet I slid right in and started pounding away at her cunt.

"God, you're so big!" she exclaimed but I didn't really hear her. Although I'd been fucking regularly for a couple months this was still only the second girl my cock had the pleasure of being in. And I was lost in the ecstasy of it. She felt so different from Becky yet so good. I slapped her ass and she squealed.

"Paul, please I don't know if I like-"

I slapped her hard. "You take whatever I give you. Or do you want me to stop fucking you?"

"NO! Please. Don't stop. Don't ever stop!"

I slapped her a few times more. She squealed again but didn't complain. And then she started taking in short quick breaths. She was about to cum. I reached down and stimulated her clit and she came hard, screaming from the force of it. I didn't slow down, I rammed harder. She bucked under me as she came again. I grabbed her hair and pulled her to me. "That's it. Come for me, bitch. Show me how much you need this." And she came again. I continued to ram her until she came again and then shoved a finger into her ass.

"Oh goddddddddd!" she exclaimed and my finger started to move in and out of her. When I added a second she came again. My cock and fingers worked the magic and loosened her up for what was to come. Abruptly I pulled out of her cunt and replace my fingers with the tip of my cock.

"Oh my god, no!" she cried when she realized what I was going to do. But at the same time the shock caused her to cum again.

"I own you. All of you. I'll fuck you where I want." I stated. "Relax or it will only hurt."

And then I pushed in slowly. She stopped me at first tightening up but a hard slap to her ass put her in her place. "I said relax!"

I felt myself slide in a little more. She did her best to relax her ass muscles and soon I was pumping half of my cock in and out of her. It finally started to feel good for her and she loosened even more. Inch by inch I invaded her ass until finally my cock was in to the hilt. By the point she was pushing back against me.

"Ask for it, bitch." I ordered

"Fuck me. Fuck my ass." She responded. "Oh fuck I didn't think it would feel so good."

I pumped for all I was worth, feeling my own orgasm approaching like a freight train.

"Fuck me, sir. Fuck your little bitch!" she continued and then let out a long loud moan as my cock expanded with in her ass as it swelled up with sperm. We came together and I filled her up with my cum. Finally when I couldn't milk anything else out I pulled out and came around to the front of her and grabbed her by the hair again making her look at me. 

"Who owns you, bitch?"

"You do, sir." She responded and so I shoved my cock in her mouth.

"Then clean me." She gagged at first realizing that I had just been in her ass but soon she suck and licked and had me shiny clean. She was affectionately licking and kissing my cock when Becky walked in.

"Well, well" she commented. "Are you two having fun?" 

Tina panicked, realizing the position she'd been caught in: torn blouse, bra thrown off to the side of the room, skirt hiked up over her back, my cock in her hands. 

"Oh no! Becky! I'm sorry!" she said trying to cover herself up. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. He's just so...so..." 

"Irresistible?" Becky offered. 

Tina tried to make a break for the door but I stopped her and pulled her down. Becky just stood there smiling down at her. 

"Relax, Tina." I said trying to calm her down. "It's ok. You're not in any trouble. Becky doesn't mind." 

Tina just stared up at Becky with a frightened look in her eyes, waiting for the assault of a jealous girlfriend. 

"Tell her you're not upset, Becky." I said. 

"But I am upset." Becky grinned. "I would have hoped I could have joined in. Or at least watched." 

Tina's expression changed to utter confusion. I pulled her to look at me. "Tina, you said you trusted me, right?" 

"Uh huh." she said glancing back and forth between us. 

"Look at me, Tina!" she did. "Focus on me. Just me. Becky, close your eyes and just listen." 

Tina was like a deer caught in a car's headlights. 

"Now calm down. Breathe. Take deep breaths and relax." 

Finally she responded. 

"Now just close your eyes and listen to my voice. Everything is ok. Becky's not mad. In fact she's happy. She loves to share things with you. And now she can share what she loves most." I paused and stroked her hair. "Relax and breathe deeply. Let your body go limp for me. You want to obey me, don't you?" 

"Yes." she said softly. 

"Then focus on my voice. Feel you body releasing all that tension. Know that you are safe and secure. With each breath feel more relaxed and secure." I watched the words take affect and then I took her down bit by bit. "Now your right arm is starting to feel very light, light as a feather, lighter than air." I watched as her arm started to lift up. I had her. I turned back to look at Becky who stood there with her right arm sticking straight up. Good. 

"Now girls listen very carefully to me. You two are best friends and have always shared things and now you will be sharing me and each other. Whenever we are alone, or even just the two of you, don't be afraid to be close. You are both very beautiful and have different but very sexy bodies. Haven't you been curious about each others bodies?" 

"Yes." they said in unison. I made the question purposely vague. Of course they had been curious but it's one thing if you say "Yes I've been curious about her." And another thing if you hear someone's been curious about you. I knew each would immediately wonder "How? In what way? Did she fantasize?" That's the thing about self-image.

"Don't be afraid to experiment with or explore one another. You love and trust each other so remember that and let it comfort you and let you try whatever you like. Has either of you ever thought about what it would be like to be with another girl?" 

Again "Yes." in unison I knew I'd get a yes from Becky. I was happy that Tina's mind had wandered that way. For all I knew though, it might have just wandered there just now.

"Now you will explore that fantasy and many others." I told them. "You will share each other and me. You both love the control I have over you, don't you?" 

"Yes." 

"Do you ever want it to stop?" 

"No." 

"Then remember you must do whatever I tell you. And do not be jealous of each other. In fact, you will feel happier when you are both with me. Understood?" 

"Yes." 

"Oh and one last thing: from now on, whenever it is just the 3 of us, you will address me as Master. Got that, my sluts?" 

"Yes, Master." 

Hearing them say it made my cock twitch. I was on a power rush and loving it.

"Good. Now whenever I said 'Elmer J. Fudd' you will return to this relaxed state. When I snap my fingers you will both awake. You will not remember being in this state but you feel refreshed and energized. This will happen whenever you wake from this state." 

"Yes, Master" 

"Put your arms down." 

They did. 

I snapped my fingers. Both of them opened their eyes and blinked a few times. Tina turned back to Becky. "You really don't mind sharing?" 

Becky laughed. "We'll share him in a second. First there's something I've been wanting to do for a while now." 

With that she bent down and started kissing Tina. Tina responded to her and kissed back and soon the two were wrapped in each others arms making out with urgent need. I watch Becky kissed and lick and suck Tina's tits. Tina squeezed Becky's as she moaned with pleasure. Soon they switched and Tina buried her face in Becky's tits. Although I was enjoying the show I really didn't feel like being left out. 

"Who wants to suck my cock?" I asked and they froze and turned toward me. They stared at my cock and then back at each other. Finally Becky asked, "Can we share, Master?" 

I smiled, "Of course." 

They pretty much bounded the short distance to me and both started licking my cock and balls. 

"Isn't he delicious, Tina?" Becky asked 

"Mmmmm, yes. And so are you." she added as their tongues play with each other in a dance around my cock. Even though I had come a little while ago, the sight before me was going to make me explode very quickly. I had to slow things down.

"Tina, lie down on your back." I ordered

She quickly assumed the position.

"Becky, get into a 69 with her." Becky almost dove on her. Within seconds their tongues were probing each others most private areas. It was one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen and I wished I could capture it. Then I remembered where I was. I grabbed a couple video cameras and positioned them at different angles. One to capture the scene and one zoomed in. I'd have to remember to keep the action in frame for that one. When I was all set, I knelt behind Becky and put my cock into her cunt. I heard a muffled scream as it entered and then felt not only her tight little hole but Tina's tongue. We fucked this way for about 10 minutes, the girls cumming several times, before I was ready to cum. I shot my load into Becky's waiting pussy and then pulled out and shoved my cock into Tina's mouth which cleaned it up. I then ordered Tina to lick my cum out of Becky cunt. She was so lost in my control she would have licked it out of Becky's ass. I made them kiss afterwards so Becky could taste my cum as well. After that we all sat around catching our breath.

"Becky, why did you come in here?" I asked.

"Tina was late for practice and I went looking for her. I thought I'd pop in and say hi to you as I passed by, Master."

"So then both of you should be in practice?"

They glanced at the clock. "Not anymore, Master" they said together and then giggled at how they kept answering me in unison. I watched as their hands subtly explored each other, not to get each other aroused but just to learn the other's body more.

"Tina, you may stay with Kevin if you wish. I don't want to restrict you from your relationships or alienate people if I can help it. But you will serve me whenever I order it."

Tina giggled, "That's ok, Master, but I'm going to break up with him anyway. Going back to that after having this would just be disappointing and probably boring, even if it was just on the side."

Becky crawled down her and held her face above Tina's pussy.

"You mean you'd give up a football star like Kevin for this?" she asked and then buried her face into the wet, waiting hole.

Tina's eyes went wide and she sucked in air and grabbed Becky's head.

"Ugh! Kevin? Kevin who?" she tried to laugh but it turned into a moan as Becky worked her tongue up and down and in and out. I stood up and walked over to her and stuck my cock into her mouth. One hand came up to help her suck. The other held Becky's head firmly.

And this is only the beginning, I thought.

--

The video factor kicked in within a couple weeks. And I was being invited to parties and events, after-school basketball and touch football games, even just back to people's houses to hang out. Although I tried to make it look like Becky and I had a normal relationship and Tina just hung out with us because she was Becky's best friend, it soon became evident that I was fucking both of them. The three of us spent way too much time together. Kevin was upset at first but the video kept him from remaining angry with me and he eventually started fucking someone else.

In the meantime I had created a second tape, this one of music videos. The messages in this one were much more intense. "You want Paul", "You want to suck his cock", "You'd do anything to have him fuck you", "You want him to control you", etc. plus the usual "You like watching this video." primers. With music videos it was much easy to splice in the porn shots. Hell, some didn't even need it. But I also put in some scenes of Becky, Tina and I, so the girls watching would actually see my cock and how I fucked and how much the girls loved it. The one extra phrase I added was "You will not loan, copy or share this tape." Lest girls that I didn't want to fuck watch it and get the wrong idea. I had Tina and Becky give the video to my "targets" and take a copy each for themselves. Although, making the tape took a lot of time, I usually had Becky and Tina sucking my cock as I edited or they were fucking each other in the background. Damn, that was distracting.

At one of the parties we attended, another cheerleader, Melissa, pulled me into a bedroom to talk about my relationship with Becky and Tina and what is was like to fuck two girls. Melissa was a straight-haired blonde as tall as Tina but with an A cup. She kind of reminded me of Cameron Diaz.

"It might be interesting to fuck three." I said and her face went red.

"Is that what you were thinking, Melissa?" I asked as my fingers trace her body from her face down her neck over a breast and to her tummy.




My Fair Slut Ch. 04



Author's notes: Thank you for the great feedback on Chapter 3 and the great votes. It is always appreciated! I would, however, like to ask for more feedback from those who didn't like it, especially those who give 1's. If you think My work sucks that badly please tell Me why so that I can try and improve on it. I know I can't please everybody but that doesn't mean I won't try to! Anyone else who wishes to voice out good or bad comments is more than welcome!

Warning: This chapter more rightly belongs under Non-Consent (very Non-Consent) than Mind Control but I've listed it here for three reasons: 1) The Mind Control theme is evident through it and 2) the rest of the chapters are in this section and I didn't want to split them up. That being said, if you don't like Non-Consent fantasies you may not like this chapter but, as you'll see, it is important to the plot of series.

Liz stared straight into my eyes, her eyes filled with lust, her body trembling with pleasure. I'd never seen her so intense before. Or perhaps I had but had been made to forget. My cock stood erect, inches from where her head rocked forward. Her tongue lashed out as if to lick me but fell short as she pushed her ass back again onto Paul's cock. She was so close to cumming she couldn't even beg him any more. She could only make a high-pitched squeak. I ached to shove my cock in her mouth or even just jack myself off but I was frozen in place. Finally Liz screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. I tore my gaze away only to meet Paul's smug grin. Liz pulled herself off his cock and turned around to suck him, making sure to do it from an angle so I got a good view of my wife worshipping my best friend's cock. I was filled with rage and shame and lust and envy. Paul patted my wife's head as he would a puppy and she sucked harder to please him. Finally he came on her face and in her mouth. The sight of it triggered my own orgasm even though I had not touched my cock. I coated the carpet with my load while Paul coated my wife. 

"Give it to him." He told her and she frowned since she would not be able to keep her prize. 

She came to stand right in front of me and Paul ordered me to lick her face clean. Though my mind screamed to stop, my body obeyed him. I choked and gagged on his cum as I tried to swallow it.

Liz turned around and went to kneel by Paul's side again, holding his leg while she gave me and amused look as she were looking down on me. As if she was better than me for being Paul's slut.

"Who do you belong to, Liz?" Paul asked.

"You, Master." Liz purred looking up at him.

"And what is Jim to you?"

"Nothing" she spat. "He's just a toy to be used whenever he is needed."

"But he's your husband, Liz." Paul said with mock concern.

"Only on paper." She returned. "He stopped being anything else once you claimed me, Master."

"And has he been bad?" Paul asked.

"Very bad." Liz answered.

"And what do we do with bad toys?"

"We punish them."

Paul handed her a riding crop. She took it and an evil grin spread across her face as she rose and approached me.

"Bend over. Spread your legs." She ordered and my body obeyed although my mind screamed at it not to.

She walked behind me and massaged my ass with her hand. She was just getting the feel of her workspace. Then the strapping began. She didn't even start off light. The first was just below my ass on the inside of my left thigh, the next on the opposite ass cheek, the next two across the width of my ass and the following one the back of my right thigh. I grunted with each but refused to cry out. So the next one came up and struck my balls. That time I yelled. I wanted to curl up in a ball on the floor but my legs remained rigid. Then Liz started to really strap me. I screamed and begged her to stop but she wouldn't. My head went dizzy from the pain and the world went out of focus. I remembered Jim telling her to stop and some point and then my body went limp and I crumpled up on the floor.

My punishment did not end there. They kept my body controlled but let my mind stay free. That evening three men came over. I stood naked before them and then each eyed me up and down. Paul asked them if I would do and they nodded their approval. Have you ever wished you were ugly? They each removed their clothes and handed them to my, also naked, wife who diligently folded them and placed them in three neat piles on a nearby table. The sight of their cocks terrified me. I thought Paul was large but the smallest of these men was bigger than him. The middle-sized one came over and ordered me to kneel. I made no move.

Paul spoke up, "Slut, you will obey the orders of these three men."

"Fuck you, Paul." I cursed even though I knew that, now that the order had been given, my body would obey no matter what I thought.

The three men were confused by my display. They thought I was a trained slut. I guess part of me was now, but not this part. This part was vengence trapped in a slut's body.

"Order him again" Paul said confidently.

"Kneel, slut." The man commanded and I dropped to my knees.

He moved his hardening cock toward my mouth.

"Put that in and I'll bite it off!" I hissed.

The man stopped suddenly and looked at Paul.

Paul smiled, "An idle threat. He can speak but his body must do whatever you command. Watch. Suck your fingers like you would a cock, slut."

My hand came up immediately and I began to suck my fingers. The men were amazed though a bit confused.

"Don't worry." Paul assured them. "I've been using him for months now. It's so much better when he resists like this."

The man hesitated a moment longer and then said, "Suck my cock, slut."

I reached out and grabbed his cock and began giving him head. I wanted to throw up but Paul had made sure that wouldn't happen with a mental restraint. I couldn't get the whole thing in my mouth, not that I wanted to. As the man began to lose himself in the pleasure the others nodded and circled me.

"On your hands and knees." I heard and I assumed the position although I kept sucking on the cock in front of me. Then I felt some lubricant being placed at my ass crack. I couldn't see the men behind me. I could only see part of the man in front of me. But I could see Paul, smiling. And he could he the hatred in my eyes which only intensified as a huge cock started to slide into my ass.

I was thoroughly fucked that evening. Each man took me both ways. When they were done I was so sore I thought I wouldn't be able to sit down for a week at least. But still it wasn't over. I was ordered to stand again and Liz came up in front of me and licked some of the combined cum from my face.

"Mmmmm." She smiled. "You don't think you're going to have all the fun, do you?"

The three men stood facing me and Liz went to kneel in front of them. She took a cock in each hand and one in her mouth and went to work getting them hard again. I stood the shocked as my wife who I had once known to be sweet and shy and conservative started to get three men off at once. She began to alternate which cock was in her mouth and which ones she jacked off. She rubbed her tits up against their legs and she moaned as though the whole experience was giving her more pleasure than it was them. Finally one of the men pulled her up and started kissing her and playing with her tits. A second man knelt and caressed and kissed her ass. The last one shoved his fingers up her cunt and she gasped loudly and pushed herself into them. They played like that for a while, each man enjoying a piece of her until she came violently on the man's hand. He pulled it free and licked her juices off. He smiled and the grabbed Liz forcefully and bent her over. With one swift movement he impaled her with his cock. She screamed from the force of it. My cock jumped with her, hardening from the scene. Liz adjusted to him quickly and started push back against him. She reached for the other men and pulled them close so she could suck them off again. She was having trouble because of the size and force of the rod being rammed into her.

"Oh fuck, yes!!!" she screamed and then sucked eagerly on one cock while jacking off the other. She pulled the cock out of her mouth to moan but continued squeezing it and jacking it off. "OOOOhhhhhh, Fuck!" she yelled and then swallowed the other cock. Her screams were muffled as she sucked it. She continued to alternate, pausing between sucks to cry out in pleasure. Finally she jacking off both cocks simultaneously while arching her back and screaming as she came. She must have clamped down on the man's cock with her cunt because he grunted and started to cum inside her. He pulled out and wiped his cock on her ass.

One of the men in front of her then lay on the ground and Liz straddled him, slowly lowering herself onto this cock which was bigger than the first. She held on to the last one and resumed her blow job on it as she began to bounce up and down on the man's shaft, while the third rested.

"Fuck! Oh godddddddd. Give it to me!" she coaxed the man below her and he rammed his hips upward to meet her. She wasn't even kneeling. She was crouched down and bouncing. Her muscular legs flexed from an action I knew she must have been doing daily now with who knows how many men. She kept a steady pace and I noticed that she actually teased the man she was sucking, bringing him close and then backing off while she fucked and moaned and panted. I was amazed at her control. Finally the man couldn't take the teasing and pulled away from her. He got behind her and pushed her down onto the man on the floor. Then he kneeled behind her and started to work his cock into her ass. Her head came up with a look of shock and then a grin spread across her face as he eased his way in her. I couldn't believe she had two cocks that size in her and she was loving it! The three of them set a rhythm and then fucked in earnest. It was incredible to watch and I was so turned on from the scene. Finally, Jim stepped up in front of Liz and when she saw him she quickly reached out and grabbed hold of his cock. She pulled it into her mouth and it became her focus. She let the other two control her ass and cunt while she focused on giving Jim as much pleasure as she could. She didn't even release him to moan as orgasms started to rip through her. I watched her cum and cum riding the two men and finally they couldn't hold it any longer. They both began to grunt and jerk and emptied themselves into her. At the same time Jim pulled out of her mouth and came all over her face and tits. She rubbed the cum into her tits and then licked her fingers.

She turned to me and smiled. "I'll bet you really need to cum now, don't you?" she said as she got of the exhausted men. The she grabbed the riding crop and swung it into my balls so hard I blacked out.





My Fair Slut Ch. 04



We walked over to Slut Me. He tried to run but the room seemed to have no boundaries and yet be incredibly small. He ran but, walking, we caught up to him. We each grabbed an arm.

"I don't want to merge!" Slut Me screamed but then the memories pushed through all of us with the force of a hurricane. What took us by surprise was that Slut Me hadn't been created as a result of Real Me finding out about Paul. He'd been around before that. Paul groomed him gradually. He started him with submissive roles for Liz, not as an actual sub but just playing at it. The role became more in-depth though and the rewards of sex from Liz made him try harder to please her. Then Liz had him fuck Kathy. A task he was only too happy to do. Pretty soon, though, both women enjoyed his servitude as they had coffee, or shopped or fucked each other. The sex he had enjoyed so much became his table scraps. The girls were enjoying other men and he became more of a human dildo that they used when they were bored. The less sex he got the more he craved. The more he craved the more submissive he became. Finally the day came when Liz brought him to meet a client of Paul's. Liz had taken to dressing as sexy as Kathy by that point. Despite that the client didn't focus on her but on him, me. Liz patted his head and said, "You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you, Jim?"

"Yes, Mistress." He replied

"Anything at all?" she asked a little more seriously.

"Anything, Mistress." He assured.

She pointed to the client. "Go suck his cock and make sure you swallow all his cum."

We felt the apprehension well up. We felt our stomach jump into our throat. We swallowed it back down and went over to the man.

"Ask him first." Liz prompted.

We gulped our stomach back again. "Please, sir, may I suck your cock?" We asked.

The man unzipped and dropped his pants. "Of course, you dumb fuck. Suck me good."

We knelt at took him in our hands. We pulled him close and took him in our mouth, tasting our first cock. We would not lick him. That would be too much. We simply sucked as ordered and completely our task. He came a lot and we choked trying to get it all down. We turned to Liz and she smiled at us. We felt so proud. It was at that moment that Slut Me was born.

Slut Me's descent was quick after that. He took on more and more clients and eventually his ass was no longer virgin. He accepted Paul as his Master and Kathy and the girls from the office were Dommes to him. He began to enjoy his new role and new duties. Soon he didn't care who used him as long as someone did and told him he was a good slut. We felt it all. We felt the longing and the need. Though we didn't want to, we began to understand what he felt. We felt the sheer joy of being him and began to crave it too. His life was so simple. Serve and be praised. Misbehave and be punished. There were no other concerns, not money or family, career or retirement. We began to want it to. Doesn't everyone? A life without responsibilities. It's like being a kid again but you get to fuck all the time. Maybe we misjudged. Maybe we had it wrong. Maybe this was the life we wanted. Maybe this was the life we deserved. Now even the thought of him sucking us off was not repulsive. We would get pleasure from the giving and receiving. And there were three of us! How much fun would that be? We began to remove our clothes.

"Enough!" a voice yelled and we turned as one to see a fourth one of us. He was bound in chains and kneeling on the floor.

"Who?" we asked.

"Release Me." He demanded. "Release Me before I get sick from the sight of you."

And at that moment I realized how close we'd come to giving into Slut Me. I staggered back from Slut Me followed closely by Real Me.

"Focus on the hate and the humiliation." The new me commanded.

We did and used it to strengthen ourselves.

"Now release Me." He ordered.

"How?" we asked.

"Wish it."

"Who are you?" we asked.

"Master." He replied "I am the Master in you. The part Paul had to lock away deep within you so the slut over there could truly exist. I am the part that truly opposed control and the part that can create it. If you want to take your life back you need Me. Now release Me!"

The chains snapped and fell away into nothingness and He rose to stand by us. He assessed us and seemed to sum us up. The he turned to Slut Me. 

"Get over here, slut!" he commanded and Slut Me rushed as quickly as he could. Master grabbed hold of him and we watched the exchange of memories. The war between the two was a fierce one but in the end Slut Me crumpled to the floor. Master took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "That was….unpleasant."

Then he reached out and grabbed us. His memories were the missing part that we hadn't even realized was missing. We saw the sessions under hypnosis with Paul. We felt the chains being put in place. We heard the trigger words being locked on and the release word that he had put in in case something went wrong. We grew from the strength and defiance that had been repressed for so long. Control we'd either forgotten or never realized became fully a part of who we were. For the first time, merging wasn't crippling or disgusting. It was exhilarating.

Master looked down at Slut Me again and shook his head in disgust. "Stand up, slut."

Slut Me rose wearily to his feet. Master turned to us. "Now the three of us are getting out of here and we're going to deal with that bastard Paul."

"Don't you mean the four of us?" we asked.

"No." Master replied coldly. "We're not going to deal with this slut," he produced a dagger from nowhere and slammed it into Slut Me's chest. "Ever again."

Slut Me's eyes went wide and we felt the pain of the dagger though not as intensely as we expected and obviously not as much as Slut Me. He fell to the floor, vanishing in the process.

"Let's go." We began to rise, merging with each other as we ascended.





My Fair Slut Ch. 04



"You can fuck her when you recover if you like." I told him. "Anytime you like if you help Me out."

"Help you out?" Jeff said confused. "Didn't I just finish doing that? You are yourself again. Well, I think. I don't remember you being this…uh…dominant before but I don't know how much you've changed since university. And your wife is now yours. All you have to do now is call the police on Paul"

"No. I'm not going to do that." I stated.

"I don't understand. After what he's done? Not only to you but several others. You have to wipe out his mind-controlled empire. You can't let him continue."

"Oh I don't plan to. But I think jail would only slow Paul down, not stop him. He's very resourceful and I'm sure he's planned ahead in case someone reported him. No, Jeff, I'm not going to destroy his little empire. I'm going to take it from him."



My Fair Slut Ch. 05



For bashful, chaise and, of course, kitten.

*

I realized not too long ago that I had my mind controlled for most of my life. It's amazing how it can happen, how you can let it happen and how much time can go by before you realize the truth. But it's not just me. There are a lot of people who've gone through the same thing, people who didn't realize who they really were, what they could do, what made them happy. Some unfortunate ones never find out. I was lucky enough to have someone snap me out of it. It only took 23 years but I'm finally free of the control of my mother.

My mother was, without a doubt, a stunning woman. She had no trouble getting the attention of men. She had much trouble avoiding it. She was tall leggy and gifted with a d-cup. A natural sparkling blue-eyed, blonde with locks of hair the fell over her shoulders, her face was that of an angel surrounded by clouds. The problem with this was that no man could get past what she looked like. She had a brain inside her head, though she was not a genius she had thoughts and ideas that deserved to be heard. Though she would often voice them, few people would listen. She couldn't hold down a job for very long not because of incompetence or experience but because a boss or co-workers would eventually become enamored and force her to leave to save the harassment. She couldn't even model because she was luscious rather than skinny and her breasts were too large. And she refused to strip. She had many stalkers. She had many suitors guised as friends waiting for that moment when she'd realize that they were just what she needed. And the competition was not restricted to men. As a result, my mom's best friends were the ones she grew up with, the ones that were "accustomed to her face".

She dated many men. Again she could not stay with just one because he would inevitably become jealous and the relationship would become strained. She was hit more than once during a jealous rage. Her marriage to my father was not one of love but of necessity. Mario Gambini was not a handsome man; average height and belly that hung a ways over his belt and a quickly receding hairline. He was not a charming man; "fuck" and "cunt" and "motherfucker" were his most common words after "forgetaboutit." But he was a powerful man and a rich man; owning several legitimate businesses as well as being "in the family." With her funds depleted, debts growing and the knowledge that taking any job meant having to deal with the advances of several coworkers if she meant to keep it, mom made the decision to sell herself to one man. His position and influence would keep his friends and coworkers at bay. That meant she would only have to deal with flirtatious talk. She gave him her body and he gave her a more normal life. The happy ending she finally got was not from falling in love. It was from having me.

She told me how much she cried for joy the day I was born. I was named Elizabeth but that quickly became Liz. The women on my father's side of the family called me Eliza.

That I would suffer the same fate as her was, of course, mom's biggest fear. She was happy the first ten years of my life when boys were not really another sex as far as I was concerned, but by the time I was twelve it was obvious to everyone that, despite my straight black Italian hair, I had more of my mom's looks than my dad's. Mom did her best to cover that up. My hair was always cut short. I had more pants than dresses. Make-up was only allowed on special occasions. The only problem was I was beginning to blossom, and since I was getting my mom's breasts it was became increasingly difficult to hide that. I spent many years in bras that were too small. They squeezed my tits into my chest making me seem smaller and I was only too happy at the end of each day to get out of them. I found it curious that while I did this and accepted it as common practice I was privy to conversations about push-up bras and low-cut dresses to emphasize breasts rather than de-emphasize them. I asked my mom one day about it and she told me that some girls are vain and immoral and wish only to attract men with their bodies and not their personalities. Those types of girls become whores. Well, I didn't want to become a whore so I covered myself up as best as I could while still trying to look presentable. You may think that all this would have caused many boys not to even notice me but I was my mother's daughter. After mom had seen the attention I would get when she came to pick me up after school, I ended up in an all-girls catholic high school. It's ironic that that was where I lost my virginity but I'm getting a little ahead of myself.

Sex became of great interest to me by the age of eighteen. I'd seen movies (no, not porns) and thought it must the most wonderful thing in the world: a man and a woman expressing their love for each other in the throes of passion, what could be better? I had this image in my head of what it would be like my first time. My fantasy husband never had a face but he had a great body and his kisses left me breathless. I could feel him against me pumping slowly, erotically. I ran my hands along his muscular frame as I looked up at him from the bed. The scenes changed; the bed, a bearskin rug, a private park. But we always made love missionary style. That's what lovers do! God I was naive!

Ever walk in on your parents doing it? Well, under the best of circumstances it leaves you unnerved. For me it shattered so many walls of my perfect little world, it's a wonder I didn't have to go into therapy. It was fairly early one evening and my parents expected me to be glued to the TV for at least another hour, but I was beat that day and so I went upstairs to say good-night to them. I wasn't trying to be quiet or sneaky or anything like that but I got to the top of the stairs and heard dad making little grunts. At first I thought he was crying, but dad never cries and I knew he'd be mad at me if I walked in on him and caught him crying. So I peaked in the bedroom door and saw something I'd never seen before. Mom was on her knees in front of dad. She was naked and his pants were around his ankles. She held his penis in her hands and was sucking on it like a lollypop. Dad continued to grunt and I wasn't sure if she was hurting him or not until he spoke.

"That's it, slut." He said. I couldn't believe he used that word with my mother. "Show me how much you appreciate what I give you."

Her face bobbed closer to him as she took more of his penis in her mouth. More moans escaped his mouth as his head rolled back from her efforts. I stood there mesmerized by the scene. Dad's hand fell and grabbed the back of mom's head and pushed her face in harder with each thrust. Little squeals escaped her throat and I thought she might be choking but the sounds only made dad move her head faster.

"God, you're such a great cock-sucker, bitch!" he swore and then yanked her by the hair to her feet, well, almost. Mom is almost a head taller than dad so she was slightly bent over when he had her up. He didn't keep her up long though. Twisting her around, he bent her over the bed and then shoved his penis in her from behind. I'd never seen that position before and I thought he put it in her butt. I let out a gasp but it was covered up by my mom's own one.

"But this is how I like to fuck my whore!" dad exclaimed as he started shoving his hips forward in an unsteady rhythm. Mom braced herself on the bed and let him take her. Her golden locks poured over her back and face. I couldn't see her expression but I felt that she wasn't enjoying herself. That is until dad hit her.

The slap on her ass was loud and her head jerked up. He continued to pump and for the first time she pushed back against him a little. He slapped her again and then again and her head began to roll slowly. Then he hit her really hard. I thought she would have screamed and stopped him but what she said stunned me. "Yes!"

Dad continued to spank her as he thrust and now she pushed back with equal vigor. She moaned and said, "Yes!" again and then "Harder!"

I couldn't believe my ears. Harder? Why would anyone want to be spanked harder?

"Oh yeah, you like that, don't you, slut?" dad said, his hand slamming into her now bright red bum.

"Yes!" mom exclaimed

"And what do you say?" dad asked, hitting her again.

"Thank you!" she cried. Dad grabbed her ass, digging his nails in and stopped moving.

Mom squealed in pain and frustration, trying to push back into him and get the rhythm going again.

"What was that, cunt?" dad asked.

Mom writhed for a moment and then seemed to realize something. "Thank you, sir!" She called out. With that, dad resumed his work again.

"Don't forget your place, cunt!" he said.

"I'm sorry, sir." She said breathlessly, "Just please don't stop!"

Dad's hand must have gotten sore because he switched sides. Mom was only too happy for the fresh hand to go to work on her.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck my cunt and hit me!"

They continued with the display of pain and pleasure until she pushed herself off the bed and arched her back. A long loud moan that almost became a scream came out her. I was sure she was in pain but when she sank back down to the bed I caught a glimpse of a huge grin on her face. Dad's rhythm quickly got more erratic and then he pulled himself out from her. He held his penis as it sprayed his semen over mom's bum and back. Then he actually wiped it off on her and tapped it on her for good measure. He then smacked her bum one more time and reached down to pull up his pants. I quickly rushed away from the door and over to my room.

Jumping on my bed, I tried to make sense of what just happened. I knew my parents didn't have a perfect marriage but I always thought that they made love like people in the movies. I thought everyone did. What I just saw wasn't love at all. It was pornographic. He called mom and cunt and a slut and he spanked her and she loved it! How could she? How could anyone? It was then I felt the slightly uncomfortable feeling between my legs. I reach down and checked myself. I was soaking.

We all have friends and enemies at school. My best friend was Alisha, an ebony beauty with breasts bigger than mine and a large round butt to match. My enemy was Sky, daughter of hippie parents. Born with a chip on her shoulder, which most everyone seemed to be knocking off, she seemed to like to bump that shoulder into me. I never did anything wrong to her directly, at least not at first, but more than one of the guys she targeted at our school dances spent their time trying to talk or dance with me. Sky wasn't an ugly girl. She was slim and sleek but that also meant small breasts and no butt. She kept her light brown hair long, very long, down to her butt in fact. (I think it was to try to cover it up.) And she might have had a few really nice boyfriends but she was a bitch to any boy who she considered below par. Sky also had grades that were slightly lower than mine most of the time and that aggravated her immensely. After test scores were posted she would always check which of us got a better score. If I did, she'd find some way to punish me for it over the next week. I figured by the time she was in college she would realize she was a lesbian.

"...and she asked him to hit her harder!" I told Alisha.

Eyes wide, mouth open, Alisha tried to think of something to say. "Did he?" she asked finally.

"Yes, and then she had an orgasm! At least I think it was one. I've never seen anyone have one before. Can you believe that?"

"Damn, girl!" Alisha exclaimed. "Your parents are nasty!" And a big grin spread across her face.

It took me by surprise. I thought she would confirm that they were having big problems like I thought but she went in the opposite direction.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh girlfriend, you are so sheltered. A lot of people get freaky. There are hundreds maybe thousand of web sites out there for that kinda thing. And I heard you can go to places where that's all people do!"

"You're kidding, right?" I hoped.

"No, really. Check it out for yourself. There's nothing wrong with that. In fact, your folks just moved into the "cool" category in my books."

"Cool has nothing to do with!" a familiar voice challenged. We turned to see Sky who had been listening in on our conversation. "Everyone knows your mom married your dad for his money! I've seen your parents. Your dad's fat and ugly. No woman would want him for any other reason."

"Shut up, Sky!" I spat. "Go study for the next test so I don't have to beat your flat ass again."

Anger flashed across her face but then was gone again, replace by an evil smirk. "And since she fucks him to get that money and lets him do those things to her that makes your mom a ho!"

"My mother is not a ho!" I yelled. "Take that back, you bitch!"

"She's a money-hungry, dirty low-class ho!" Sky taunted.

I'd never been violent with Sky before but before her attacks had always been directed at me, not my mom. Her nose was broken and her face was bloody as they pulled me off her body a minute later. My arms still swung at the air as two of my teachers dragged me down the hall to the headmaster's office.

I was placed in a chair in front of his desk and the teachers quickly explained what had happened. He ushered them out and the sound of the door closing behind me was like a jail cell door slamming and locking me in. Mr. Franklin was a large black man (though not as black as Alisha) in his thirties. He had a bit of a belly but was in really good shape. We hardly saw him around but I think that was because they tried to minimize the presence of men in an all-girls school.

"What have you got to say for yourself, Elizabeth?" he asked.

I began to cry. "She called my mother a ho!"

"So call her mother a ho!" he answered back. "I do not tolerate that kind of behaviour in my school! They tell me her nose might be broken."

"I-I'm sorry, sir." I wept. "It won't happen again."

"I'd like to take your word for it but I'm going to have to show you that this kind of thing does not go unpunished."

I gulped, knowing what was coming.

"Lean over my desk and flip your skirt up, Elizabeth." He ordered tapping the side of his desk.

I stood and came around, positioning myself for him. He got up as well and removed his belt. The punished was ten lashes for normal disobedience and twenty for something severe. I wondered where I fit it.

Mr. Franklin stood behind me for a while. I wanted to turn as see what he was doing but was too scared to do it. Finally, I felt his hand on my butt. It moved along feeling my curves and I began to wonder what was going on when it pushed my skirt a little farther out of the way. After that the first lash hit me. I squealed. He hit me again. It hurt like crazy. Again he smacked me and I saw stars. A fourth strike made my knees shake. On the fifth, though, I saw my mother. The image of the other night and the scene here seemed to synchronize. When Mr. Franklin hit my bum I saw my mother being hit and how she reacted. On the ninth hit my mom yelled "Yes!" and so did I. Mr. Franklin stopped and my face suddenly flushed. I realized that although I had felt the last few hits it wasn't exactly pain that I felt. I mean it was but it was also something more, something good. The same thing my mom had felt. I wanted to know it. I needed to know it so I could understand my mom.

Mr. Franklin's hand was suddenly between my legs moving my panties aside and feeling my vagina. We both noticed how wet I was.

"You little, slut!" he said, though his voice sounded more surprised than angry.

"Yes, sir." I whispered still picturing my mom.

He grabbed my panties and slid them down my legs and then hit me again. I smiled.

He hit me another time and then another. I saw my mom moaning and squirming and duplicated the image in my mind.

"Harder!" I pleaded and he complied. Again and again he hit, not only my ass, but my thighs as well. "Thank you, sir!" I cried mimicking my mom. I lost track of the number of straps he gave me. And then mom and I yelled, "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt and hit me!"

I'd never used words like that before. In my head mom was already being fucked hard. In reality the strapping had stopped and the reality of what I just said flared to life in my head. I was still a virgin and I had just asked my headmaster to...

His cock rammed into me with a single thrust sliding into my soaking cunt easily, snapping my hymen and sending and explosion of pain through me. I screamed.

Mr. Franklin stood still, his cock buried inside of me. "You...you're a virgin?" he asked incredulously. Then he patted my ass gently and said. "Well, I guess you were."

My mind was a whirlwind. I was saving myself for my first true sexual experience with a man I was deeply in love with. It was going to be a night with candles and soft lighting, delicate fragrances, a sexy nightie. And here I lay over the desk of my headmaster whom I'd never actually met before and was in the midst of receiving punishment for my behaviour. Then he started thrusting. The pain that coursed through me began to subside and new feeling replaced it. It was the most wonderful thing I'd ever felt and it was getting better. The wrongness of it all dissolved away into the new feelings of ecstasy. Then I felt his hand spank me. His cock felt amazing sliding in and out of me and my ass was on fire, no, more like it was filled with electricity. With every smack sparks of it raced through my body. I felt my first orgasm ever quickly approaching. Mom and I pushed ourselves up and arched our backs. We felt the fulfillment of a good cock ramming us and the pleasure peaked. We let out a moan that quickly became a scream as the orgasm hit. A huge grin spread across our faces. Dad and Mr. Franklin both pulled out soon after. I waited for Mr. Franklin to wipe his cock on my ass but instead he grabbed my hair. I was pulled down to the floor and knelt in front of his big black cock. When opened my mouth to gasp he shoved his tool in my mouth. I choked. It was big, bigger than dad's. My hands came up to grab it and I did my best to mimic my mom again as I sucked my headmaster. It was only a few minutes before he came in my mouth. I choked, pulled my head from him and coughed it out.

Mr. Franklin looked down at me. "You don't swallow? Well, I'm sure that'll change."

He helped me up to my feet. "Starting tomorrow I want you here each night after school this week to receive more discipline." He stated, pulling up his pants. I nodded looking down at the floor.

"And you know enough not to tell your friends about this, right Elizabeth?" he said taking his seat again.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." I said and left. I passed his secretary, Mrs. Danforth, on the way out. She was in her early forties and married. She was probably very beautiful when she was younger. It showed in her face but now she had a plump ass and her big tits were beginning to sag. I noted her proximity of her desk to the door. I wondered how she could not have heard my screams or was it that she thought I was screaming from the punishment. She gave me a quick glance as she busied herself.

I returned to class, remaining in a daze for the rest of the day. Alisha was extremely concerned, more so when we changed for gym and she saw my ass. She wasn't the only one in the locker room to gasp. Sky had a huge grin on her face.

"Guess you got what you deserved." She said.

"I guess I did." I replied softly.

By the end of the day I had replayed the scene in the office in my head about a hundred times and was horny as hell. I knew I was supposed to start my discipline tomorrow but I found myself making an excuse not to go out with Alisha after school and made my way back to the headmaster's office. The staff had already cleared out and his door was closed. My heart dropped as the prospect of having him inside me again seemed to have left with the rest of the staff. Then I heard a girl's voice. I crept up to the door and listened. A girl was panting and moaning. He was fucking another student!




My Fair Slut Ch. 05



"God, you're a horny cunt!" I heard him say.

"I'm sorry, sir." She replied through grunts of pleasure. "I heard her yelled 'Fuck my cunt and hit me.' It gave me a clear picture of what was going on. Can I watch you fuck her, sir?"

"Maybe. I have to see how much potential this one has, first."

"She looked at me when she left. She was wondering what I'd heard. If she only knew I was playing with myself under the desk at the time!"

Mrs. Danforth???

"Oh god, sir! I'm gonna...gonna c-c-c-ccuuuuUUUUUMMMMMMMM!"

They continued to fuck after that orgasm but I left for fear that someone might wander by and see me listening in. Now I was hornier than before and had no way to relieve myself. So I went home. I was planning to masturbate for the first time. I was going through so many firsts this week. When I got upstairs I heard the now familiar sounds of a woman being pleasured. I thought maybe my parents were home early and snuck over to their room. I was greeted with a view of my mom's pussy as she lay on her bed pumping herself with a dildo. One hand was squeezing the nipple of one of her naked breasts. She was breathless. She was very close. Her hand worked frantically. And then she came, ramming the dildo deep inside her. Her body curled up and her head lifted up above her breasts, eyes tightly shut and mouth open in a moan of pleasure as she rode out the orgasm. Then her head fell back and her body went limp. She let go of the dildo, leaving it inside her. Only the huge heaves of her chest gave evidence that she was still conscious. I moved past the door and into my own room. Leaving the door slightly ajar, I waited patiently and sure enough my mom came out of her room a few minutes later looking a little disheveled but glowing slightly. I snuck into her room and started going through her drawers. I found the dildo at the back of her underwear drawer and it wasn't the only one there. Several sizes, shapes and colours were present. Some vibrated. There were even some very strangely shaped ones, which I found out later to be butt plugs. I grabbed a black one that reminded me of Mr. Franklin's cock and took it to my room. I washed it up in my en-suite and then worked it into my soaking pussy. I tried to start off slowly but the day's events had me too far gone. I sat and looked down at the black rod as it plunged into me. I imagined it was Mr. Franklin. God, that whole experience was so wrong. Why couldn't I stop thinking about it? Why did it make me so wet? The orgasm hit and I kept the dildo buried deep but made tiny thrusts with it as I rocked on the bed. Afterwards, I pulled it out and just stared at it, glistening with my juices. Tomorrow afternoon seemed so far away.

I arrived at Mr. Franklin's office promptly at 4 p.m. Mrs. Danforth was filing some papers when I arrived and smiling brightly when she saw me. "He's expecting you Elizabeth. Just knock and go in."

I did so and found him reading some papers. He grinned as I entered. "Ah, Elizabeth, ready for today's discipline?"

I couldn't meet his gaze and so found a spot on the floor to talk to. "Yes, sir."

"Good, good, then take off your clothes."

My head popped up. "Excuse me, sir?"

"Take off your clothes, Elizabeth" he said sternly. "Now."

I began removing my blouse and kilt. My face was red and stayed that way as each article dropped to the floor. I kicked off my shoes and knelt to remove my knee-highs. Finally, I removed my panties and then my bra. His eyes widened as my chest expanded as it came off. He quickly recomposed himself and ordered me to him. I stood in front of him and he slowly circled my naked body. "You've done nothing but think of yesterday, haven't you, Elizabeth?"

"Yes, sir" I whispered.

"You've been anxious to be disciplined again." He stated.

"Yes, sir." I agreed.

"Up against the desk." He ordered and I rushed to bend over it.

"No." He said curtly.

I stopped, confused.

"Turn around." He commanded and I turned to face him, my ass almost sitting on the edge of his desk. The tone of his voice made me weak. "Grab either side of the desk." I did. Then he reached up and grabbed my nipple. He squeezed it hard and twisted it. I squealed and reached up to grab his hand.

"Hands on the desk!" he ordered and I quickly grabbed the sides again. Both hands now worked on my breasts. Sometimes massaging, sometimes groping, pinching, hurting. I bit my lower lip and let him do as he wanted. Then he removed his belt. The first strap was to my left tit. The second was to my right. I gripped the desk tighter. He continued to swat my tits with his belt. They reddened quickly and the pain increased, it was just reaching that point where it goes beyond pain when the belt impacted on my slit. I screamed and curled up before him.

"Back in your position!" he yelled.

I got back feeling the sting between my legs and gripped the desk again. Pain exploded along my clit and I curled up again.

"Can't you hold still for this, slut?"

I shook my head. "No, sir, sorry. I just can't."

"Then I guess we're done." He said and moved to put his belt back on

"No! Please, sir!" I found myself crying. "I'll try to be good. I just need..." I stopped realizing what I was saying.

"You need what, slut?" he asked and the fact that he was calling me a slut finally sank in.

"I need you to fuck me, sir." I said shamefully.

"Would you like some help standing up then?" he asked.

I nodded quickly. "Yes, please, sir."

He went to the intercom. "Mrs. Danforth, would you come in here please?"

She tried hard to hide her excitement but she was too giddy when she entered.

"I need you to restrain this girl while I punish her, Mrs. Danforth." Mr. Franklin explained. After last night though, I realized this was all for show. I didn't care. I had my own needs.

Mrs. Danforth got behind me, pinning my arms behind my back and holding me up straight. Mr. Franklin started to strap my slit again. It wasn't long before I was gone again, off in an almost blissful state beyond pain. He divided his attention between my tits and crotch. The strikes of pain brought explosions of pleasure. I actually came from it. As I recovered I dimly heard him say, "Let her go." And found myself collapsed on my knees in front of him. I looked up in time to see his cock escape his pants.

"Now show me how much you appreciate the discipline I give you, slut." He said and I took him in my mouth. I took him as deep as I could. I worked as well as I could. I was desperate to please him. I would have done anything he asked of me. Suddenly he grabbed my hair and tilted my head back making me look straight up at him. "And this time, when I cum, you will swallow every drop." He stated.

I nodded with his cock still in my mouth and resumed my task. Behind me I heard Mrs. Danforth moaning. She must have been playing with herself as she watched. The thoughts of both the playing and the watching made me that much more wet.

"She's an eager little whore, isn't she?" I heard him ask.

"Oh yes!" Mrs. Danforth replied. "I can't wait to feel that tongue on my pussy."

"What makes you think you will?" Mr. Franklin hissed.

"But I thought... I mean..." she stammered

"You get no sex but what I give you, bitch." He stated, coldly. "If I decide to let you play with this one you will be grateful but don't expect it!"

"I'm sorry, sir." She said suddenly meek.

"You haven't been fucking your husband without my permission, have you slut?" he asked

"No, no, sir. Only when you let me."

"Good."

His control of her seemed to turn him on even more because he soon started spurting cum into my mouth. I drank it all as ordered.

He patted my head. "Good girl." Though the action was demeaning I felt oddly proud.

"You may go now." he said.

I looked at him confused. "But you haven't... I mean I thought you were going to..."

"Fuck you?" he finished.

I nodded again escaping his gaze.

"Are you here for pleasure or discipline, slut?"

"Discipline, sir."

"And you have been disciplined. So now you may go. Tomorrow, if you're lucky I'll fuck you."

I rose sadly and began to gather my clothes.

"Hold on a sec, slut." He said and gestured me back to him. "Sit up on the desk." I got on it, releasing my clothes. "Now lie back." I ended up across his documents and books.

"Since, you did such a good job sucking my cock I'll give you a reward." He leaned over the desk and started to lick me. My slit was still sensitive from the strapping but soon his tongue made me forget that it even hurt. Then he lifted his head and spoke to Mrs. Danforth. "Well, you might as well get under me and suck me off, bitch."

Still anxious to redeem herself in his eyes, she rushed to get into position and undo his pants. I could hear her sucking as he worked magic on me. When his tongue entered my pussy I came. He didn't stop though. He kept licking and sucking and even biting and I came again and again. I realized I belonged to this man. I would do anything to please him to have him do this to me. I was too inexperienced to know that many other men could do the same thing to me, some even better. But this was my first time. He finally lifted off of me and looked down at Mrs. Danforth. He pulled his cock from her mouth and came across her face and dress. He stared into me then. "Get down here and lick my cum off her face." He ordered and I did so dutifully. I left his office with a grin that lasted well into the evening.

The maids in our house were all pretty, though none nearly as beautiful as my mom. This fact did not occur to me until today and it was because I walked in on my father yet again. Only this time he was not with my mother. We had two maids and a cook. The cook, Marisa, was Italian and the maids, Yin and Anya, were Chinese and Russian.

I usually go out after school with Alisha and some other friends but after today's discipline I came straight home. When I arrived I could hear the, now familiar, sound of sex going on in the billiard room. I snuck over and peaked in expecting to see mom and dad going at it. Dad had Yin over the billiard table and was fucking her. One the far side of the table the other two stood naked and awkward.

"You heard me, bitches! I said kiss! Let me see some lesbian action!" dad yelled.

Anya and Marisa reluctantly began to press their lips together.

"Let me see some tongue!" dad ordered. "And play with each others breasts! God, you're a tight bitch, Yin!"

Yin could only make little high pitched squeals in response to each thrust from my dad, like one of those tiny barking dogs that annoy you so much.

Anya and Marisa's movements became erotic. I think that they were actually beginning to enjoy their task.

Then in the far doorway I saw my mother walking by. She stopped and stared at the scene unfolding. The shame on her face made my heart drop and then she saw me standing there as well and fled.

I rushed through the house listening for the sound of running. I heard her climb the steps and finally caught up to her in her bedroom. She was in tears on the bed.

"Mom! Oh god, mom, I'm so sorry." I tried to console her. "How could that bastard do that?!"

"It's ok, honey." She said softly through sobs. "I just didn't want you to see that."

"Me, mom? What a way to find out dad's been cheating on you."

"Oh, honey, I've known for years!"

"What?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Why didn't you leave him?"

"I can't." she cried, "I'd have nothing without him. He'd see to that. I wouldn't even be able to see you and you are my world, baby."

"Oh mom." I really didn't know what to tell her. "How could he? You are so much more beautiful than them! Doesn't he love you?"

She sort of chuckled when I said that. "I don't think we've ever really loved each other." She said.

"Then why'd you marry him?" I asked.

"To survive." She replied. "Oh baby, listen to me carefully. I've done my best to make sure you didn't get treated like I did growing up. I've got you in a great school and you'll go to a great college. But you have to downplay your looks as much as possible. You have to downplay your sexuality as well, especially if it's anything like mine."

I blushed knowing all to well I was my mother's daughter.

"Don't let men take advantage of you. Don't let them make you think you need to back anything up with sexual favours. Don't let them think you are a slut."

The word slammed into me hard. Dad had called mom it and Mr. Franklin had called me it. I was thrilled to be called it like my mom. I was happy at the prospect of being Mr. Franklin's slut. Now, the word took back its grave depraved meaning.

"Baby, you find yourself a man who loves you for what's in here." She said touching my heart. "Don't have sex with a man unless you know he loves you. Don't let men intimidate you and never let a man control you! Please baby, don't end up like me, trapped in a marriage with a man you hate, who fucks his servants more than he fucks you." She buried her head in my chest and as I caressed her hair I promised her.

I felt so shamed. My actions this week had been unthinkable. I was trying to be like my mom. I was reveling in it and all the while she hated who she was and wanted me to be more. I couldn't see Mr. Franklin anymore, though I wanted to more than anything I had to do as my mom told me.

The next day I told Mr. Franklin in no uncertain terms that I couldn't see him anymore and that if he pursued me I'd report his and Mrs. Danforth's activities to the board. He was shocked at first but then shrugged and dismissed me. Mrs. Danforth's face was blanched as I left. She had obviously been listening.

High school went by without me dating a single boy. It wasn't that difficult since I only saw them in school social functions. Mind you, I had a dildo collection you wouldn't believe! In college, though, I was beset by men at every turn. I could see the same look in all their eyes. Lust. They didn't care who I was or what I thought. They just wanted to fuck me. I met Jim under the best condition for getting to know a man for who he really is. He was madly in love with another girl. Jim and I shared a class with Janice and he and I shared a class without her. Janice and I were acquaintances and I met Jim through her. In the class we shared apart from Janice I teased Jim about how he fell over himself for her. He would confide in me when he made plans to take her out and ask my opinion on gifts for special occasions. I helped as best as I could, telling him what I'd love a man to do for me. I started calling him "Romeo." He asked me once why I didn't have a boyfriend and I replied, "Because men are pigs." He laughed at my answer and said, "Yes we are! Damn, the secret's out! I'll have to let the others know." Jim was the first man I'd ever really gotten to know and Janice was the reason. Sure, I'd met boyfriends of my friends before but they all still had that look in their eyes. When Jim looked at me it was like he was looking at one of his buddies. I guess I was one of his buddies after a while. It wasn't long before I realized I was in love with him. He was handsome and confident and he treated Janice like she was a precious gem. I came out with him and Janice and some of his friends and he protected me from their advances. He told me who he thought would be good for me and who to avoid. He treated me unspecial, if that's even a word, and that made me feel more special than anything. Every time he touched me, to hug or smack or pushed away, my heart fluttered a little. Janice was the luckiest girl I knew. She shouldn't have cheated on him.

Jim arrived at my dorm room late one rainy night drenched and crying.

"Jim? You're soaking!" I exclaimed pulling him in. "What happened?"

"I went over to Janice's to surprise her. I got us tickets to see Les Mis and I know she's dying to go. But when I got there she was with...oh god...she was..."

I didn't want to say it but I had to know. "Was she with another man?"

He shook his head, "She was with three! They were pulling a train on her."

My jaw hit the floor.

"How could a girl even like that?!" he exclaimed.

I pulled him into my arms and hugged him fiercely. "That bitch doesn't deserve you." I said.

"But I love her. I love her so much!" he cried.

"I know, baby. I know." I cooed. He was dripping everywhere. "Oh, baby, we have to get you out of these clothes. Go grab my robe from the closet."

I turned and let him get out of his things. When he finished he came up behind me, spun me around and hugged me again. I hugged him back.

"Thank you for being here for me, Liz." He said. "I didn't know where else to go. This isn't the kind of thing you tell to your guy friends. They'd laugh before they got angry."

"If you had gone to anyone else before me I would have smacked you so hard there'd be a dent in your head!" I told him and he giggled in my arms. I was torn, feeling happy and sad at the same time.

"You'll stay here tonight and tomorrow you'll go break up with that cheating bitch." I ordered.

"But what if, maybe this is just some fantasy she needed to get out of her system." He supposed. "I could probably live with it if that was it."

My heart was breaking. This man would allow his woman to do such things?! Oh my god, he was perfect.

"What if it's not a one time thing, Jim?" I asked, "What if it's being going on for a while? What if it's not the only thing? And if she did have this fantasy shouldn't she have discussed it with you?"

"You're probably right. But I'm going to talk to her about it before I decide to break up with her." He said and then looked at the bed. "I'll take the floor." He decided.

"No. You'll need your sleep for tomorrow. I'll take the floor." I insisted.

"I'm the guy, Liz." He said, "Sorry, I'm just sort of old fashioned that way. I couldn't sleep knowing I put you on the floor."

I wanted to suggest sharing the bed but I couldn't bring myself to and the implications may have pushed him away under the circumstances. So I took the bed and we spread blankets on the floor for him.

He reached up and took my hand. "Thank you, Liz. You know you're my best friend, don't you?"

I nodded, "And you're mine. I love you, Romeo."

"I love you too, angel." He replied. "Good night."

He turned and went to sleep. I wanted to climb down from the bed and jump him. I wanted to kiss him all over. I wanted to feel his touch. Damn I wanted to ride his cock all night long. But Jim didn't want a slut. He wanted a respectable woman. And right now he didn't want just any woman. He wanted Janice.

As it turned out Janice had made her way through the football team and not one man at a time. Jim arrived the next night a little more composed but still struggling to hold back tears. His heart had been shattered. His girlfriend was a slut and apparently many of his friends knew about it too. A few of them had fucked her.

We held each other again and I said everything I could think of to cheer him up. He nuzzled into me and then began to kiss my neck. Little sparks ran through me with each one. He pulled himself away from me and stared into my eyes and then we kissed. It was long and passionate and heavenly and I suddenly realized it was my first! Then he kissed my cheek and moved down to my neck and kept going down. I wanted him to. I wanted this more than anything but I pushed him away.

"Jim, I can't."

"I'm sorry, Liz." He apologized trying to regain his composure. "I guess I just thought-"

"No, that's not it." I stopped him. "I want to. Oh god I want to, Jim. I love you, Jim. I'm in love with you."

Surprise spread over his face. I smiled and giggled, "What's so hard to believe? You're an amazing man. You're the first real man I've ever met. I love you so much! But I don't want to be your rebound. If we ever get together I want it to be because you love me."




My Fair Slut Ch. 05



He was taken aback. "So what should I do? Call you? Date you?"

"Leave." I said.

"Leave?"

"Yes, right now. If you stay much longer I won't be able to resist and I'll attack you."

He didn't move.

"Jim, please!"

"Ok, ok." He said and left quickly.

"Call me!" I yelled as the door shut.

He called me. He took me out. He took me to class. We did everything we did before only now there was this intense sexual chemistry between us. He never tried to kiss me again, though. He'd massage my shoulders and get me aroused and then stop. He'd play-fight with me and get me aroused and then stop. He drove me slowly insane. Then we went to see Les Mis, after all we had the tickets. We got all dressed up and I'd never seen him look more handsome. His lack of speech let me know I looked as good as I'd hoped. We held hands during the show and his touch made it hard to concentrate on what was going on. On the way back he made a call on his cell phone to one of his friends saying he'd be home soon. I asked him what it was about and he just smiled.

When we got to his room door I couldn't stop touching him. I wanted him so badly. He opened the door and the light of a hundred candles spilled out into the hall. Rose peddles covered his bed and a sweet scent hit my nostrils. It was the scene I had dreamed about for my first time. It was the man I had dreamed about. He had made it all come true.

We made love all night, often cumming at the same time. Sometimes he was on top. Sometimes I was. We even did it sideways once. I would never do it doggie style with him. I would never be a slut with him. He deserved more and I would be everything he wanted and more.

We got married just after we got jobs after graduation. A year later he got such a good job that I didn't need one anymore. I knew Jim sensed the slut in me. He hinted at doing things -that I knew he'd find disgusting- just to please me. But each time I refused his requests, knowing I was keeping him from doing things he really didn't want to do. Shortly after he got his new job I attended a company dinner with him. That's when I first met Paul. Now my Jim was a looker but Paul exuded charisma. His confidence bordered on arrogance and sometimes crossed that border. His wife Kathy was a stunning red-head, so much more beautiful than me, I thought, even though I now let my hair grow long, not long enough to be considered slutty though. Paul gave me that familiar look of lust despite Kathy's presence right beside him. There's no way she could have missed the direction of his attentions, that is, unless she had her attentions turned somewhere else too. She was scoping out Jim. Nice relationship, I thought. I was so glad that Jim and I only had eyes for each other.

Things started to change after Jim brought home this video, My Fair Lady. I didn't think anything of it at the time but that video was about me but in reverse. After we watched it Jim was over-anxious to get to bed and make love. I'll admit I was somewhat in the mood myself. But his enthusiasm seemed curious since we hadn't just watched anything of a sexual nature. The next night we watched it again. Jim said nothing better was on and he really liked it so I sat and cuddled up next to him. I actually expected to doze off during it but it kept me intrigued because of certain feelings I was having. Each time Eliza succeeded at something I felt an odd feeling of giddiness. I know I was supposed to be happy for her but it was more than. I don't know why I made the association but her efforts to reach a goal were like efforts to make love and reaching that goal was like having an orgasm. Her failures were just the opposite. What really shocked me was that when she left Henry near the end the image of Mr. Franklin strapping my ass popped into my mind. I jerked and Jim asked what was wrong. I told him I had just dozed off and my head fell. He seemed a bit upset and asked if I thought I could make it through the rest of the movie. I said yes.

The image of the strapping stayed in my mind, though, and when we went to bed I was the aggressor though very subtly. I didn't want Jim to know about my slutty ways or cravings but I was horny. Our lovemaking was a little more intense. God I wished he would spank me, even just once.

The next day was my day off from the gym and charity work I did. I spent the day cleaning the house and running errands. While at home I usually have the TV on just to make noise and give me something to listen to. Nothing on appealed to me so I popped the video in again. Those feelings came over me again. I found myself pausing in my cleaning to watch certain scenes. I was wet when it ended. I wondered why I was making these associations. I knew it was wrong. What was happening to me? It was just a video, and it was one about becoming a lady. I wasn't a slut. I could watch a video without making such base associations. I watched it again just to prove it to myself. I ended up rushing up to the bedroom and masturbating when it was over.

Right after that I went out and bought an evening gown and some choice ingredients for and elegant dinner for the two of us that evening. I thought I'd surprise Jim and show him just what a lady I could be. When he got home his jaw dropped. It hadn't done that since he saw me in my wedding gown. I smiled and blushed a little. He stayed in his suit for dinner and we talked like school kids. His eyes kept wandering down to my breasts though. He'd seen them so many times I wondered what was wrong, tonight. I glanced down and only then realized how low cut my dress was. It accented them fabulously. I turned red again. The look in Jim's eyes had changed slightly as well. It was that familiar look of lust that I had seen in so many men. But he was my husband! The thought of my husband wanting not to make love but to fuck me turned me on to no end. We went to bed right after dinner. He was so aggressive and I reciprocated his efforts. I wondered if things could get better.

Two days later I got a call from Jim just after he left for work.

"Hey, baby, can you do me a favour?" he asked.

"Sure, hon." I said.

"Log into my email and open a letter from Paul today. I'm starting some dealings with a real estate company and the location addresses are in there."

I went to the PC and logged in for him. There was a new email from Paul. It was just a link to a website. I opened the site. I was greeted with pictures of girls sucking off guys' cocks, getting whipped with riding crops and crawling with their hands and knees in chains before dominating men in leather.

"Uh, honey, I don't think this is the right site." I said warily.

"Michigans lots?" he asked

I looked at the link and read michigansluts. I giggled. "Uh no, it's Michigan sluts."

Jim started laughing, "Well that's not a surprising typo knowing how Paul thinks."

I quickly retyped the address into my browser, went to the correct site and gave Jim the info he needed. After I hung up I sat staring at the email link for a while. Finally I clicked on it again. It seemed to be a complete free hardcore porn site with pics and videos. The body of the main Dom on the site looked familiar not by anything really physical but more in presence. I couldn't quite place it though. Hours passed and I came twice from fingering myself looking at all the sluts get what they wanted, get what I wanted.

I attacked Jim at the door when he got home.

"You've been on my mind all day." I said as she struggled to get his clothes off. "I keep thinking about your body and your cock. I really need a good fuck."

"A what?" he said shocked. He'd never heard me call it that before. I blushed and made a note to watch the language for fear of turning him off.

Never made it to the bedroom. Never made it up the stairs. Right in the living room. Hot and sexy. I sat on his cock moaning and screaming as orgasms ripped through me. It was great. At one point I turned my head to the flickering of the TV I saw My Fair Lady playing. I didn't remember turning it on.

I had a huge grin on my face as we lay down to sleep that night. Jim's was bigger. If Paul hadn't mistyped that link... And then it hit me. The Dom in the site reminded me of Paul. I wondered if he and Kathy played games like that. They probably did. Kathy seemed quite the slut. They probably cheated on each other too. I pictured her on her knees before Paul, in chains like some of the girls on the site, begging to suck his cock for him. I saw him grab her head and pull her hard into him, making her choke on his cock. She sucked with eager zealousness. When he came it was all over her grinning face and tits. Oh god! To have a man control you like that! I relived my two days with Mr. Franklin and then found that my hand had wandered down to my slit and was busy working me to another orgasm. I remembered being over that desk and Mr. Franklin fucking my virgin pussy. He was so forceful. My fingers worked faster. I remembered how I swore I would do anything to please that man so that he could keep on controlling me. That was before my mom talked some sense into me. But that craving never really left me. And now it seemed back with a vengeance. I felt Mr. Franklin's hand hit my ass, his cock slide in so deep. I saw Kathy's arms held up and apart in chains as Paul grabbed her hips and fucked her like the slut she was. And then I was over the desk again but it was Paul fucking me, calling me his bitch, his whore. He slapped me and I yelled "Yes!" He fucked me harder and I pushed back harder into him. My fingers worked frantically on my clit and then I came. My legs squeezed together, my knees came up and I struggled not to moan loudly but some sound escaped nonetheless. Jim stirred beside me but didn't wake. The aftershocks subsided and I was left wondering where the hell that had come from. I could never fuck Paul. I didn't want to be his slut. I didn't want to be a slut at all. No, I did. I just knew I shouldn't. Mom had warned me and I wouldn't share her fate.

I skipped my duties the next day and spent the whole day on Michigansluts. My Fair Lady played as usual in the background. It had become my daily noise. I stared intently at the Dom and told myself it could really be Paul. I watched the videos and put myself in the place of those sluts and I played with myself. This was ok, I told myself, as long as Jim didn't see my slutty side I could release it here and still be the perfect wife for him.

That night, after seeing all those whores get it from behind I really needed it too. Jim was shocked but elated when I got on my hands and knees and asked him to get behind me. He fucked me lightly at first, unsure. I needed more. "Harder." I said breathlessly. He complied. "Harder!" I moaned. His fingers dug into my sides and he put more efforts in his thrusts. "Oh yes!" I yelled, "Fuck me hard, baby! Oh god, I need this!"

Jim put all he had into it. It was the best he'd ever fucked me. I wanted to yell "Slap my ass!" but I knew he'd stop and pull out realizing I was a slut. This was good enough for now. I came twice before he shot his load into me. Paul would have slapped me. Hell, Paul probably owned paddles and whips. I wonder how big Paul's cock is?

I was nearing orgasm in nothing but my bathrobe the next day when the doorbell rang. I was surprised to see Paul standing there.

"Hey Liz." He greeted. "Jim left some files here that I need. Do you mind if I grab them?"

"Of course not, Paul. Come in." I returned.

He went into Jim's office and only after he entered did I remember that the porn site was still up. I rushed into to distract him but was too late.

"Well, well, Liz" he said as I entered the doorway. "Looks like you've been naughty."

"No, I...uh." I stuttered. There were no good excuses. I was busted.

"Does Jim know about your..uh..interests?" he asked.

"No, and please don't tell him, Paul. I don't what him to know that-"

"That you're a slut?" Paul finished.

"No." I stated. "That I like to surf porn."

"That's not just porn, Liz. That's a BDSM site. You're telling me you don't have slut fantasies?"

"That's really none of your business, Paul. I think it's time you left." I said coldly but I couldn't help but glance at his pants.

"Ok, I'll go." He said. "But let me ask you this. Do you ever wonder what it would be like to have a man control you completely?"

"Paul!"

"Just answer and I'll leave."

"Yes." I whispered though I wondered why I was admitting this to him.

"Have you ever wanted to be just taken by a man and used for his pleasure?"

"Yes." I answered again now unable to meet his gaze.

"Truthfully, Liz, would you like to be someone's slut?"

I didn't answer but the redness of my face answered for me as I looked up and stared into his eyes.

And then he rushed across the room and grabbed me. He threw me over the desk and lifted up my robe.

"No! Paul!" I screamed. "This is rape!"

His slapped my ass hard and pushed my back down against the desk. "Shut up, bitch!"

An old feeling ignited in me but I struggled to get free. He grabbed my head and pulled me to him then slapped me hard twice. "Stop struggling." He said into my ear, not in anger, but in a commanding whisper.

I did as I was told. Then I heard his pants unzip.

"Tell me you haven't fantasized about me, Liz." He whispered.

"I-I" Part of me wanted to tell him. Part wanted to run.

"Tell me you don't want this."

"I don't." I insisted.

"Oh really?" he said and then I felt him working his way inside me. God, he was big, bigger than Jim. "If you don't want this then why are you so wet?"

I gasped. I was soaking.

He slapped my ass again and again as he got himself all the way in.

"Now," he said as he slowly pulled himself out. He pulled as far as the tip and then slammed into me hard. I squealed from the pain and the pleasure. "It's only rape if you tell me to stop."

He pulled out slowly again. He held his cock at the point where it was ready to come out. Then he slammed into me again.

"Now then, Liz." He said pulling out slowly again. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Please" I begged

"Please? Please what? Stop? Pull out? Fuck you?" he taunted, "What do you want?"

As his cock was almost out again I involuntarily moved back to keep from losing it.

"Do you want me out, Liz?"

"No." I whispered.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes."

"Only a slut would make such a request. Are you a slut, Liz?"

I began to cry softly but nodded my head, "Yes."

And then he fucked me. Oh god did he fuck me. He slapped my ass and fucked my cunt better than Jim ever had. And I begged him to do it. I screamed "Fuck me!", "Fuck my cunt!", "Fuck this slut!" My words only excited me more. He lay down and I rode his cock. He played with my breasts but unlike Jim who massaged them, he grabbed them. He twisted my nipples hard and pulled on them. He leaned up and bit them. I screamed "Yes!" every time. Then I sucked his cock, or rather he fucked my mouth. I wasn't in control at all. I was his plaything, his fuck doll. He came in my mouth and on my face and I scooped it up and ate it smiling.

He looked down at me and asked, "Whose slut are you?"

"Yours." I answered sucking my fingers clean.

"Remember that, because we're just beginning." He said.

Reality set in quickly. "Beginning? No, Paul I'm married!"

He held his cock up to my face. I repressed the urge to lick it. "Do you ever want this inside your slut cunt again?"

I couldn't believe how much he demeaned me and how wet it made me. I nodded.

"I'll be here at lunch tomorrow. Although I liked your robe I want you to greet me in a sexy little outfit. Show off your legs and tits. If I like what I see I'll reward you."

"Reward me how?" I asked.

"You'll see, slut. Now lick me clean before I go."

I did so eagerly and spent the afternoon shopping for the perfect outfit for him. I ended up picking out a short, low-cut sundress that accented my tits and ass. I stood at home in front of the mirror looking at myself in it, imagining Paul lifting it up and shoving his cock in. I imagined him ripping it off me after all the trouble I went to picking it out. The thought made me drip. By the time Jim got home I was so horny that dinner had to wait an hour. And then I attacked him again after. Paul's cock was on my mind the whole time.

My mom screamed at me. "Look at you! Not only are you acting like a slut but you're cheating on your husband! Is this how I raised you?"

I cowered before her. "No, mamma."

"Do you want Jim to leave you?!" she yelled

"No, mamma."

"Do you want Paul to play with you and then throw you away when he's done, leaving you as a worthless, cheating whore with nothing?!"

"No mamma."

"You stop this! You stop it right now!"

"But momma, I can't! I want to but when he takes me I feel...I feel..."

"You slut! You're a disgrace. You're not my daughter!"

"Mamma no! Please!"

Jim stirred in the bed beside me. It was 4am. I was covered in a light film of sweat. God, what had I done? I cheated on my husband. I fucked him while thinking of another man. How low a woman was I? Jim turned over and wrapped his arm around me, cuddling in. His touch was almost repulsive as the guilt consumed me. I didn't deserve such a wonderful man. And if I didn't stop things I was going to lose him.

"Paul Knight, speaking."

"Hello, Paul. It's Liz."

"Hello, Liz, sounds like you can't wait until lunch."

"No, that's just it. Don't come over. I can't do this to Jim. I can't do this to myself."

I could swear I heard him chuckle but then he said, "Alright, Liz. Whatever you want. You enjoy your day."

"Thank you, Paul! Thank you!" I exclaimed as relief washed over me.

"Good-bye, Liz."

"Good-bye, Paul."

I went over to the computer and deleted the history so Jim wouldn't accidentally find the site I'd been going to. I put the sundress away. Maybe I'd wear it on a special occasion just for Jim. I still felt like a guilty slut. I needed to turn myself back into a lady. Then I remembered the video. My Fair Lady. That would inspire me! So I sat down to watch it again.

The movie had just ended when the doorbell rang. I was hot and anxious and could feel the heat emanating from my crotch. After I took care of this I was going to take care of myself. Paul stood in front of me.

"You're not wearing the sexy outfit I requested," He stated calmly. "though jean shorts and a t-shirt can be sexy as well."

My mouth opened but no sound came out. Paul stood a moment longer leaving me in shocked stupor. Then he walked in closed the door and pinned me up to it by the throat.

"Paul, please." I chocked out.

He held me up with one hand while the other reached down and opened my shorts. He pushed them down roughly and slipped his fingers past my panties into my pussy. They glistened when he pulled them out.

"For me?" he asked, showing them before slowly sucking my juices off. The next thing I knew I was thrown on the floor. My pants were around my knees and Paul was removing his belt. "I think you need a lesson in obedience, slut."

Mr. Franklin undid his belt in my mind. I was back in school, back over his desk.

Paul knelt beside me and strapped me with his belt. My body came alive with need. Little squeals escaped me but I made no attempt to run or struggle. My convictions fled. I was too horny after the movie for some reason. I needed a release. I needed discipline. This man was going to give it all to me.

"Are you ever going to try to end this again, slut?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"What was that, slut?" Paul asked.

"No, sir." I said.

"Who owns you, slut?"

"You do, sir."

He shoved his fingers inside me and pumped them. The belt came down on me twice more and I came. I couldn't believe how strong it was. Telling him he owned me made me hotter for some reason. He waited for me to sufficiently recover and then had me strip.




My Fair Slut Ch. 05



"Where's the dress you bought for me?" he asked.

"Upstairs."

"Go put it on."

I rushed out and up the stairs to get dressed, anxious to please my new Master. Master. The word brought a sort of elation to me. I should really be calling him Master. It was important. I knew that somehow.

I returned wearing the dress and nothing else. Paul whistled. "Well, I'll admit it is sexy. But, it's not slutty enough."

My heart dropped. "It was a good first effort though, slut."

Thank god. I didn't completely displease him.

"Come here." He ordered and I came quickly. He took me in his arms and kissed me. My head went light. My pussy gushed. He gave me his tongue and I sucked on it and played with it and gave him mine in return. The dress, I spent hours searching for was lost in an instant. His head lowered to my chest and he sucked on my tits. He played with them endlessly, all the time heightening my horniness. Then he dropped to his knees and starting licking me. It wasn't long before I needed to sit down. He wouldn't let me.

"Stand absolutely still, slut." He ordered and shoved his tongue inside me. He was an artist about it. His skill far surpassed my Jim's. It was not long before I grabbed his head as the orgasm approached.

"Hands off!" he yelled and I quickly released him. I couldn't take it. I needed to brace myself. I needed to grip something. I settled for my tits and surprised myself with how hard I grabbed. I came hard almost collapsing on him but I managed somehow to stay up and obey his orders. He drank my juices down.

"Go sit down." He finally told me and followed me to the couch. "Now relax."

He took out a pen and held it up. "Focus on this for me and listen closely."

A moment later he put the pen away. I wondered why he held it out in the first place. At the same time I had an epiphany. "My mom was wrong. Being a slut isn't a bad thing. It's a wonderful thing. It lets you fully explore your sexuality. It lets you enjoy all the pleasures of the flesh to their extreme. It's what I am, what I've always been, what I always want to be. I also knew this man was my Master. I would do anything for him. I'd dress the way he wanted, I come whenever her called, I'd even fuck whomever he wanted if it would please him. This would even benefit Jim. Master will help me to become a better slut and Jim would enjoy the rewards as well. I'd be a much better wife to him. It was all so clear suddenly. And one other thing was clear too. It was a craving I never knew I had but which I now felt very strongly about.

"Master?" I said sweetly.

"Yes, My slut?"

"Would you please fuck my ass?"

"Turn over."

I turned on the couch and Master shoved his semi-hard cock into my pussy. He started fucking me and got nice and hard in the process. Then he pulled out and moved his cock around my anus. He shoved it back in my pussy and repeated the process pushing Himself in a little. He felt so big. I did my best to relax and let Him in. He dipped into my pussy a few more times for lubrication before He had enough of Himself in me. Then it was just a matter of pumping deeper and deeper into my waiting ass. It hurt. I won't lie. But it also felt wonderful. The longer it went on the less pain and the more pleasure there was. If Jim had ever tried this I would have stopped him but I wanted it badly from this man. Soon He was fucking me so hard and I was screaming obscenities only a slut would during sex. I actually came when He did and when he pulled out I turned quickly and took Him in my mouth and sucked what cum I could then licked Him clean in thank you.

"Go get some scissors." He ordered and I went quickly to find some, wondering what he had in mind. When I handed them to Him he walked over to my clothes as He spoke.

"I want you to go shopping again today. This time pick out a few outfits that are both sexy and slutty."

"Yes, Master." I replied.

He picked up my jean short and cut the legs. Then cut the bottom of my t-shirt. When He was done He threw them at me. "Put these on for the trip."

I slipped on the pants first and found that the bottom part of my ass stuck out at the back. The t-shirt had a similar effect with my tits in the front. Although it didn't expose anything, it came as close to doing so as possible. He made me look at myself in the mirror and I loved what I saw. No more covering up my body or hiding who I am. Let men look and see what a hot slut looks like and drool. Paul left then and I grabbed my purse and went to the mall.

The looks I got were priceless, not just from the men, but the women. I had over a dozen offers but declined them all. I was owned after all. Most of the saleswomen just gawked at me but a few were overly anxious to help me, touching me at every opportunity. I cooed at the feelings and flashed lusty smiles at them. I even gave one a deep kiss after she rang up my order. Knowing I left her wet made me so damned horny.

I began to wear out Jim. I said all the things to him I would say to Master: "I'm your slut!", "Fuck this horny, bitch!", "Treat me like a whore!" He loved it. He played along with whatever I had in mind. He told me how he loved the new clothes, the new attitude and especially the way I fucked. He was surprised when I asked for it up the ass but I really needed all my holes filled now. Every lunch Master would come by. It seemed like I had watched the clock all morning waiting for him, although I spent a lot of time making myself look properly slutty and picking out the perfect outfit to show off for him. My afternoons were spent at the gym and sometimes shopping. I'd given up all the charity work I did. I wanted to be a full-time slut.

Then one day Master arrived with a guest. It was Kathy. She was dressed in her usually sexy outfits. This time it was a one piece red dress that hugged her body perfectly. Her red tresses looked invitingly sensual. My pussy stirred and I knew I wanted this woman.

"She has changed!" Kathy exclaimed letting herself in. She grabbed me by the hair and forced me to the ground then lifted her dress. "Let's see how well she performs!" I had a brief glimpse of where her garters ended before my face was mashed into her shaven slit.

"Lick me, slut!" Kathy ordered and I let my tongue roam across her labia, slide up and down her pussy lips and tickle her clit.

"Mmmmm, not bad." I heard her say then the sound of them kissing. "She's really hot." Kathy said eventually. "She hid it really well. What's she sound like?"

"I'll show you." Master answered. The next thing I knew He was behind me and fingering me fiercely. I moaned into Kathy's pussy but tried to do a good job despite the distraction. When He slid his cock in, I couldn't be quiet anymore. I gripped Kathy's ass and shoved my tongue in but my screams were clearly audible.

Kathy giggled, "The noise is causing vibrations. She's got a vibrator for a tongue!" But her giggles quickly became moans and then the moans became a loud cry as she came in my mouth. "Oh fuck! The bitch has potential!" she exclaimed. Hearing that made me so happy.

Kathy pulled away from me as Master continued to fuck me. I looked up and saw that she was filming the action. "Master!" I exclaimed

"Get used to it, slut." Master warned. "You're going to be on film a lot from now on."

I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it.

"Look into the camera and show just what you're feeling, slut!" Master ordered.

I opened my eyes and thought I should act sluttier but didn't know how. As it turned out I didn't have to.

"Oh look at the lust in her face!" Kathy said zooming in on me. "She's one pent up horny bitch.

At that point my cries got louder again. I forgot about the camera and focused on Master's cock. I squeezed it in my cunt and pushed back against Him hard to give Him all the pleasure I could. I screamed from the feel of it and soon I came with Kathy moving around us, taking it all in.

Master came in my cunt and pulled out. I turned to lick Him clean but Kathy beat me too it. I was a little disappointed and upset. She turned back to me quickly though and pushed me over, diving on my pussy and licking Master's cum out. Her efforts brought me to orgasms in moments. After that she crawled up my body and kissed me. I tasted Master's cum in the kiss and realized she saved some for me. How sweet of her!

"Now, let's get something straight." Master announced. "Kathy is my wife so that makes her your Mistress. You will do whatever she says. The only one who can override her authority is Me. Understand, slut?"

"Yes, Master."

Then he got out a video tape. It was My Fair Lady. "I want you to start watching this with Jim."

"Master, we already have that tape." I said.

"This is a special version." Master explained. "Watch it with him often. Fuck him before, after, even during."

"Won't he wonder why I keep wanting to watch the same movie?" I questioned

"Trust me, slut. Jim will be more than happy to watch this with you whenever you like."

"Yes, Master." I said and He popped the old tape out of the VCR, somehow knowing it would be there.

"Now, don't you have somewhere to go?" Mistress asked Master.

"Yes. Enjoy yourselves." Master grinned and left.

Mistress looked into my eyes, smiling. "You're Mine now, slut." She grinned and then dove on my tits. She licked and sucked like you wouldn't believe. I found out that afternoon and a woman knows best how to lick and kiss a woman. Mistress was more skilled than Master. The only problem was that she didn't have a cock. I found out on a later date that she had a strap-on though.

Jim and I watched the video pretty much every night. We fucked all the time. The thing I began to notice however was that he was not at all forceful or dominant like Master. In fact, he was quickly becoming the opposite. I had to take the lead and tell him what I wanted and what he should do. My respect and love were waning for him while they grew for Master. It really hit home that day when Jim finally found out about us.

We were enjoying a lunch-time tryst. I was on my hands and knees sucking Master's cock while Mistress pumped my pussy with a strap-on when Jim stormed through the front door.

"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" he screamed.

We turned to me shocked but upon seeing it was him it didn't seem that bad. It didn't even stop sucking Master's cock.

"Oh it's you, Jim." Master laughed. "I was worried there for a sec. Close the door and come in."

He shut the door but stood there with a stunned expression.

"Liz! Stop sucking that bastard's cock! Right now!" He screamed.

I looked up to Master for permission but He shook His head so I went back to sucking Him, loving His taste and feel.

Jim couldn't believe it. "Get away from my wife you sick fuck or I'll-"

"Or you'll what, Jim?" Master asked. "Punch me out? If you were going to you would have by now. Have a seat."

Jim sat down like a good boy thought his face showed confusion and shock.

"Now watch this and don't get up." Master ordered

Mistress continued to pump and I had two intense orgasms knowing Jim was watching before Master unloaded His cum in my face and hair. I reached up and scooped what I could with my fingers and swallowed it. I loved when Master gave me the gift of His cum. "Thank you, Master." I said.

"Clean my cock, slut, but don't swallow it." He ordered and I did just that. "Now go share my cum with your husband."

Hmmmm, what a delightful idea. I came up to Jim and started kissing him sharing Master's cum. He was so lucky to receive this gift but he moaned with displeasure. Poor guy doesn't appreciate what's good for him.

"Oh come now, Jim" Master said. "You've tasted it enough times when you got home from work!"

Jim was scared now. "What have you done to me?"

"Hey, YOU watched the video."

"Only a couple times."

"More than you think. You just don't remember. That's how it works. The first time was the inducer. It wasn't the same video you brought home. And the porn I showed you afterwards made you go along with my plan. All the videos subliminally suggest that I am the Master and you should listen to me as well as do what I told you. So of course their only affect on me is to make me feel more in control. I've been giving you suggestions and making you forget things for sometime now. You don't even remember the lunches you spent in my office as Kathy's lapdog, licking her pussy and her feet, being spanked by her and fucked by her friend here" he gestured to her strap-on."

That came as a shock to me. Jim got to play with Mistress?

"You can't make someone do something against their nature!" He yelled.

"True." Master agreed. "Lucky for us you're a closet submissive. Any doubts look at your cock"

I knew his submissive nature to be true from experience but I still couldn't believe he didn't remember all the times we watched the video together. I had to see how turned on he was so I opened his pants. His cock popped out. It was rock hard. How pathetic. A real man would be disgusted and put a stop to this. A real man would have attacked not just stood there and obeyed the orders of the man fucking his wife!

Master cast a wicked grin, "I love your wife's cunt. It's so tight." And then He had me lay down on my back. He climbed over me, His cock just above my pussy. I wanted it in me so badly. Master, too, was rock hard. He looked into my eyes, "What do you want, slut?"

"I want your cock, Master. Please fuck me."

"But your husband is right there? Wouldn't you rather have HIM fuck you?"

I shook her head, "His cock can't please me like yours. It's too small. And he is so weak and useless, not a real man like you. Please fuck me? Fuck your horny slut. I'll do anything for your cock."

"You want to fuck in front of him?"

"Show him how a real man pleases a woman. Please, Master. I need you in me."

"Jim." He said looking over at him. "Your wife wants me to fuck her but I feel I need your approval."

"Fuck you!" Jim yelled. "You'll never get it!"

Master smiled again. I loved that smile. "I will take your approval as a gesture. If you put my cock into this slut's cunt then I have your okay."

"I'll never do that!" Jim spat.

"Jim, come put my cock in your wife's cunt."

I watched as he got up off the couch and walked to us. It was so strange how he yelled obscenities but still did as he was told. "Stop this you asshole!" He said as he kneeled and grabbed Master's cock. He guided it to my waiting pussy. I moaned on contact. Jim started pleading now. "Please, don't make me do this." But he pushed it in, inch by inch. I was purring like a kitten.

When Master was halfway in He said, "Thank you for your approval, Jim. Now stand and watch. Don't move."

Jim stood and watched as Master pumped faster and faster burying himself deep inside me. His cock was harder than I'd seen it in a while. The whole scene was one of the biggest turn ons I've ever had. I rocked my head back and forth screaming, "Fuck me! Fuck this little slut! I love your cock! Fuck me with your big fat cock!"

Every now and then Mistress came up gave Jim's cock a long sensuous lick. I was in heaven, screaming like the whore I was. Master kept glancing over at Jim and smiling. At last He announced, "I'm going to cum."

I was so far gone. I yelled, "Cum inside me, Master. Deeper than Jim ever could. Fill me with your cum. I want your babies! Please!"

Mistress licked Jim again then and I thought he would explode all over her face but he controlled it. Master unloaded into my waiting pussy and I came for the fourth time since He started fucking me. He pulled out and I licked him clean. When He got off the floor Mistress dove on my cunt, as she loved to do, licking Master's cum out. I soon came again from this.

Finally, Master got up and went over to Jim, grabbing his cock. "Wanna see a neat trick?" He asked

Jim shook his head. Master locked eyes with him and said "Cum."

He came with such force he sprayed his own face. Master laughed letting go and walked away "Ha ha. I love doing that!"

After that Master split Jim's personality. I thought he should stay the pathetic man he was but Master said he needed him to do his work properly. However, he told me how to switch his personalities so I could have the slut whenever I wanted to play. Mistress and I often played with him at lunch or took him out on the weekends. He was a good and obedient little puppy who grew more so every day. I was fun to fuck Mistress in front of him and not let him touch us or even himself. We eventually redecorated the basement. It became a play area with benches, a rack, a cage and various other equipment as well as tools of the trade. Mistress and I would put Jim in the various equipment and play with him. Master and Mistress, however, put me in it whenever I was bad. Sometimes I was bad on purpose. I needed a good beating every now and then, though Master never pushed me. He didn't want me scarred and bruised for more than a day because of plans He had for me.

It was one of those plans that made me realize I wasn't as special as I thought. I attended a business gathering for several of Master's clients one evening. Jim stayed home and didn't even remember the next day that I was out. I arrived at a huge hotel suite looking like a $5000 hooker. I knew I would be entertaining the clients and was looking forward to it. What I didn't know was that I wasn't alone. There were seven other ladies presents, or should I say sluts. Three worked for Master, including His secretary Vanessa. The others I recognized from socials we had attended. They were wives of other employees. They were all dressed as slutty as I was but, truth be told, I was hotter than any of them.

Master addressed us to explain what would happen this evening. "It's very simple, sluts. About twenty men are going to be here in a few minutes. They are all good clients and I want them to know that their business is appreciated and help tighten our relationship bonds. You will do that for Me by doing and being anything these men want. We've rented several other rooms on this floor for them to take you back to. You are not to leave the floor for any reason without My direct permission no matter what anyone tells you. I want these men properly fucked tonight. Understood, sluts?"

We said "Yes, Master" as one.

I looked around and knew these men were in for a hell of a night, not only because we were all sex crazy sluts who either loved or wanted to try a good gang bang but because I saw each girl checking the others out and stacking them up. We'd try and outdo each other and be the girl in the spot light, the one the men talk about because Master was watching and we all wanted to be His favourite.

The men arrived and we wasted no time in greeting them and making them feel, well, horny. Some of the girls talked and flirted, some started to seductive striptease. Monica, with her triple E's, simply took of her top and several men flocked to her. I was approached by three men who worked together; Eric, Isaac and Carl. Eric was Japanese and reminded me of Jason Scott Lee. Isaac was black, built and taller than Master. Carl was Greek with chiseled features and penetrating eyes. I laughed as they flirted with me, complimenting my looks. It was like they were trying to pick me up. I put a stop to it.

"Listen guys." I said. "I appreciate the flattery and the small talk but I really need to be fucked well. Think you can help me out?"

Their faces lit up and they led me to one of the other rooms. Eric grabbed me just after we got in and started kissing me. He wasn't that good but I kissed him back and made him feel like he was an expert. The other two watched for a while but grew quickly impatient. Carl pulled Eric away and took his place. Isaac, instead, got behind me and reached under my skirt to grab my ass. I purred when he touched me. Carl began to unbutton my blouse. I worked on his shirt. Isaac, having copped a good feel, slid my skirt down. I had no panties on. Eric in the meantime began to undress himself. It wasn't long before we were all naked. Eric had joined Carl at my chest and the each enjoyed a breast. I had a cock in each hand and jacked them off. Isaac went back to my ass but reached under and shoved his fingers in my pussy every so often. It was making me making me very hot.




My Fair Slut Ch. 05



"Bend over, bitch." Isaac said finally and I smiled. He knew how to treat a slut.

I leaned forward and started sucking off both of the guys in front of me, alternating my mouth and hands every now and then. Eric was bigger than I thought he'd be but still average. Carl was as long as my forearm and as thick. I'm surprised he didn't pass out when all the blood rushed into his cock. Isaac was slightly shorter and thinner than Carl. I expected Isaac's cock to enter my cunt at any moment but he surprised me and stuck his tongue in it instead. His fingers worked up and down my slit, focusing on my clit as his tongue fucked me. He had a long tongue too. I began to moan from his ministrations. And then his tongue was in my ass and his fingers went in my pussy. My eyes widened but I didn't lose my rhythm sucking those cocks. A little while later his finger was in my ass, slick with pussy juice, then a second, then a third. Fingers still working their way in me, Isaac stood up and then his fingers were replaced with his cock. He wasn't even going for the pussy first. I felt his huge tool start to stretch me. I started sucking faster and stroking harder. He pushed in farther and farther. I loved it. I pushed back against him, taking more in. I got louder with each inch and my sounds turned Eric and Carl on even more. Carl shot first. (I really expected it to be Eric.) A wad of cum hit me in the side of the face because I was sucking Eric at the time. I quickly switched over and sucked on him before the next stream came out. I cleaned him off and was going to switch back to Eric when Isaac smacked my ass hard. I came. I gripped both cocks in my hands and held on as it took me. I moaned and squirmed on that beautiful cock and screamed "Yes!" as he shoved his fingers in my cunt and made me cum again. "Fuck me!" I screamed but then he was gone. He pulled out suddenly.

"Yo, guys," He said. "You gotta feel this piece of ass!"

"I want to feel her cunt." Carl said. He lay down on the ground and I saw his cock was still hard. Impressive. I climbed over him and lowered myself on him. I started slowly but soon began to impale myself on his member. It was almost as good as the ass fuck. It soon became better. Eric got behind me too and put his cock into my ass. With Carl in my pussy it was a tight fit but now I was more full than I'd ever been in my life.

I set the rhythm for us and they took to it quickly. When Isaac saw that we had it going he grabbed my hair and shoved his cock in my mouth. I didn't really suck his cock as much as he fucked my mouth. I didn't mind though. I love it rough. There I was, all three holes filled, every bit the slut I should be and Master wasn't there to see it. Disappointing as it was, I still came. "Uuuuugggghhh. Yes! Fuck me boys! Fuck your whore!" I screamed giving them what I hoped was the best show of the evening.

Isaac came a few minutes later. A lot. I couldn't take it all in and some dribbled out of my mouth. It made me choke and cough and that sent shudders through Eric and Carl's cocks as my muscles tighten up with each cough. Eric lost control and came in my ass. Isaac knelt down and attacked my tits but unlike the other two he was rough, pinching and biting. From that and Carl's cock I came again and then Carl erupted inside of me making me cum again. "Oh Godddddddddddddd!" I screamed and then collapsed on Carl's chest. We took a few minutes to recover before going at it again.

I fucked half of the men there that night, in groups of twos and threes. It was the first night in ages I came home not wanting a fuck before bed from Jim. There were many more like it to come, not only because I was now a company whore, but because my relationship with Jim soon changed even more so thanks to his love for me.

It was one day at lunch that Jim showed me just how low he could sink. I brought him to meet a client of Master at the client's office. I was dressed to kill and turned many heads as we walked through the lobby of the building. One man walked into a wall. Despite that, when we got to the office, the client didn't focus on me but on Jim. I had turned him into a slut on the ride up in the elevator. And now I sat on a plush leather chair with Jim on his knees by my feet. I patted his head and said, "You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you, Jim?"

"Yes, Mistress." He replied

"Anything at all?" I asked a little more seriously.

"Anything, Mistress." He assured.

I pointed to the client. "Go suck his cock and make sure you swallow all his cum."

His face paled and he swallowed. He knelt for a moment looking at the client and then at me. My face was stern. In the back of my mind, the part of me that still respected him screamed for him to stop. Don't do it, Jim. Don't sink this low.

He got up and went over to the man then kneeled again.

"Ask him first." I prompted.

He gulped and his voice squeaked as he talked. "Please, sir, may I suck your cock?"

The man unzipped and dropped his pants. "Of course, you dumb fuck. Suck me good."

Jim knelt at took him in his hands.

No, Jim, no!

He pulled the man close and took him in his mouth, tasting his first cock. He didn't lick him. He simply sucked as ordered and completed his task. The man came a lot and Jim choked trying to get it all down. Then he turned to me and I smiled at him. Inside, whatever respect and love for him I had had left. He grinned with pride. From that moment he was no longer my husband but just a slut.

Master used Jim for all his gay and female clients. He grew to like sucking cock as much as licking pussy. Master used me for many of his straight male clients and the one lesbian he had. Jim and I were his hottest commodities. Clients even paid cold cash for extra sessions with us. I was truly a whore at that point and I didn't even see the money. Well, that's not completely true. Jim had gotten a great raise since he and I started our "night jobs". It was all quite enjoyable but still somewhat hollow. I wanted to be Master's number one but Mistress would always have that position and even though I figured I was number two he had so many other sluts that I felt unappreciated at times, even lonely. There was no love in my life anymore. Jim still loved me but I could never love him like he was. I would never leave Master. I would be lost without him. But, a distant memory told me that one day Master would be gone and I would be all alone. Jim took the brunt of my frustrations, enduring beatings and humiliations that kept me entertained. The men from the office also got to kneel before me during Friday afternoons. All the men at the office were sluts from 3-5pm. I fucked them all. Men fell over themselves to help me or meet me wherever I went. Men begged Master for the chance to fuck me. I had more attention than any woman should and each day felt more lost and alone. That all changed in an afternoon.

I had just fucked four men silly to close a deal for Master but they were young computer geeks who didn't know what they were doing and who all came too fast. I knew my slut could satisfy my appetite and came home to get some of his magic tongue.  

"Hello my little slut" I said as I entered the house. "Mommy's still very horny. Come and lick my pussy."

"Yes, Mistress." he said as I plopped myself down on the couch and spread my legs. He moved quickly between them and began to lick. Such a good slut.

"Mmmmmmm." I moaned. "You do that so well."

Then, slightly uncharacteristically, he began to play and tease me a little.

"Oh yes!" I sighed, "You're aggressive today, my slut. You think you can tease me like that and -" He shoved his tongue deep into my pussy. It was unexpected and wonderful my eyes rolled up and I moaned. "Uuuuuuuggggghhhhhh"

My hands gripped his hair and pulled his head into my mound. His tongue went back up to my clit while two fingers invaded me. "Fuck yeah!" I screamed and pushed myself on his fingers trying to fuck them. I was quickly building towards an orgasm.

"OOOooooohhhhh ggggggggodddddddd!" I cried. I could barely contain myself and held him tightly as my body convulsed with pleasure. I felt what I thought were his hands grabbing my wrists. I wondered what came next and kept my eyes closed waiting for the next surprise as I came. When I heard the familiar click of the handcuffs my eyes popped open. "What the- What are you doing, slut?!"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch." He said getting up.

I was stunned. "What did you call me?"

"Would you prefer whore?" He asked smugly.

Something was wrong again. I had to call Master. I tried to get up off the couch but he pushed me back. I tried to kick him but he had moved too away. "Get these off me now!" I yelled.

"Sorry, bitch, but I'm the one in charge now."

"No, you are not, slut!" I yelled trying to get back control of him

He hit me hard across the face and I fell sideways on the couch.

"Call me that again and the next one will be worse. And you'll start addressing Me as 'Sir' from now on. We'll work on 'Master' later."

He'd lost his mind! "You're crazy!" I said trying to push myself up. He grabbed me by the hair and sat me back up then hit me again, harder. I saw stars.

"What was that?" he asked. As I lay there I thought that this was not my husband. This was a man who I probably didn't want to fuck with. He was forceful and dangerous.

He helped me up again, by my hair and then hit me again. "What was that?" He asked again.

"Nothing." I whispered.

"Nothing?" He said reaching for my hair again.

"Nothing, Sir." I quickly corrected. I was so scared.

He tied some rope around my ankles leaving my enough room to take little steps but not walk properly and definitely not run. When he was done, he rose and shook his head, looking at me.

"We have a lot of work ahead of us tonight but first I need a drink." He said matter-of-factly. "You be a good girl and lie there while I go get one." I had a glimmer of hope of escape when he said that but it left as he grabbed my purse as he went. Master was my only hope. I hopped over to the phone and picked it up. It was dead.

I was still in shock, holding the dead receiver, when he walked back out of the kitchen holding a beer and shaking his head. I tried to bolt and fell flat on my face. He lifted me to my knees again by the hair and then grabbed my throat and lifted me up against the wall. I struggled as he held me up, slowly choking me. My mind flashed to the day when Master held me up to the front door. A small part of me became aroused. The rest was too scared. He raised his other hand to strike me and I shut my eyes, twisting my head away from it. My legs came off the floor as I tried to curl up into a ball. The strike never came.

"You've been a bad girl, Liz." He said coldly. I opened my eyes to look at him. "And what do we do with bad girls?"

"We punish them." I squeaked out.

With that he grabbed the back of my neck and dragged me to the basement door. He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and carried me downstairs.

He lowered a suspension bar from the ceiling and opened my cuffs. I was too happy to lose them. However, he then cuffed me to the suspension bar and raised it up some so that I stood with my arms spread over my head making a "Y". Then he locked my feet wide apart with leather cuffs hooked to the floor. When I was secure he raised the bar farther up until felt the stretch. I had been on this so many times but I was always happy to be restrained. Now I feared for my life. I thought of all the things I had done to this man and if he wanted revenge for them I wouldn't survive it.

"Please don't do this, Jim. I promise I won't tell Paul what happened here. We'll make it better."

Anger flashed across his eyes at the mention of Master's name. He grabbed a wooden paddle and stepped behind me. Master always started fairly lightly and built up but Jim hit me with such force it seemed to echo through the basement. If the basement door hadn't been closed the neighbours would have heard me scream.

"I'm sorry but what did you just call Me?"

"I'm sorry, Sir." I said breathing hard.

"You know, I really don't think you are, slut." He hit me again. "I think you're trying to think of a way to get out of this." Again. "I think you're hoping your Master will come save you." Again "But you're going to have to realize that that is not going to happen." Again. "Now say you're sorry and mean it." Twice more.

I had cried out with each hit. My ass hadn't hurt like this in forever and tears ran down my face.

"I-I'm so sorry, Sir." I whimpered.

He put down the paddle and I thought he was done with me. I wondered what came next. Would he divorce me? He certainly wasn't going to stay with me. Then he picked up the leather flogger and came to stand right in front of me, showing it off.

"You really think yourself a Mistress?" He asked me.

I didn't know how to respond. My silence cost me two swats to my breasts.

"No answer is the wrong answer, bitch." He explained.

"Now, do you really think of yourself as a Mistress?"

"No." no whispered. His arm raised and my eyes widened as I realized too late I forgot the appellation.

He flogged my pussy and I cried out, "No Sir! No Sir!" hoping he would stop. He did, eventually.

"What are you then?" he asked.

"I'm a slut, Sir." I answered. My face was soaked with tears.

"And whose slut are you?" He asked.

No, he couldn't mean! He wanted me to denounce Master and take him?! I couldn't but I didn't want to get flogged again. I shook my head and my mouth started to move but no sound came out. I wanted to say something but no right answer could come out. He flogged my tits again.

"What did I say about no answer?" He asked.

"It's the wrong answer, Sir" I said crying.

"Whose slut are you?" He asked again.

"Paul's" I whispered.

He put the flogger down and grabbed the cane. No, please, no. The first hit was just behind my knees. My legs gave out and my wrists were stretched in the cuffs. The next ones came on my inner thighs.

"Whose?" He demanded and struck my ass and then my back.

"Oh Master! Please save me Master!" I called out, hoping somehow he would hear me. Jim brought the cane up between my legs and my world went white. I wailed with the pain.

"He can't save you, slut." He said walking around in front of me. "Only you can stop this." The cane struck my tits. "And there's only one way to do it."

"Please don't make me!" I begged. "I can't! I'm His!"

He struck me again then raised the bar another inch and watched me stretch. Then, to my horror he replaced the cane and grabbed the chain flogger. The small metal chains struck my ass, my legs, my back, my pussy and clit. At first there was only pain. But soon I was lost to it. I entered sub-space as I had done only a few times before. Where the pain is pleasure and you only want more. It was then I realized that Master has never taken me this far. He was too scared to hurt me too badly or scar me. Jim didn't have those restrictions. I knew, without any doubt, his intention: I was going to be his or I was going to die. For some unknown reason, I wasn't scared anymore. My body was in ecstasy and I was nearing an orgasm. Jim struck and struck until I started to shake. Another hit and I'd cum. He didn't strike.

Oh god, I needed just one more. I was so close. I writhed in her restraints trying to bring it on but I couldn't. And then Jim was in front of me.

"Please." I begged.

"Please what?" He asked

"Please let me cum, Sir. I need it."

"No." He said and walked away.

No! I struggled and willed myself but couldn't reach the orgasm. Eventually it started to subside and I felt the loss. But then he whipped me again. It went on like that for hours. He held me on the brink. My back, legs and ass showed the welts from the cane and flogger and the slashes from the whip. My tits were not much different. I begged so much but he wouldn't give in, not unless I called him Master. Suddenly it was like locks snapping in my mind. Jim wasn't a slut; he was dominant and charismatic. All the memories of him in college came back. He was always a strong person. His drive to succeed was incredible. He had always been that way until, until Paul came along. Paul had done this. He had changed Jim like he had changed me. But Jim had never been a Master like Paul. No, that's not true either. I had never let him. I was too scared to let him know I was a slut because I was afraid I'd lose him. And now here he was, knowing just what I was and trying to make me His. He was a Master, a strong, assertive, demanding Master, more forceful than Paul. He could take me places Paul was afraid to. He could make me become even more of a slut if that was possible. If I only let Him...

My voice was barely a whisper when I spoke. "Please, Master, let me cum?"

"What was that, slut?"

"Please, Master, let your slut cum."

"Who owns you, slut?"

"You do, Master."

"Who else?"

I shook my head. "No one. Only you. Please let your slut cum."

"How do I know you're not just saying this to get to cum?"

"I'll do anything to prove it, Master. I'll fuck whoever you tell me. I'll demean myself for you. Please."

"And you give up your old Master so easily?"

"He never did this to me. He never forced me to this place. He was never this...strong. You taught me the pleasure of pain. I want more of it. He cannot give it to me. I need you, Master. Please, please whip me."

He got behind me and whipped me. I screamed again from the fierce blows but soon I shook again. The orgasm swept through me like a tidal wave. Master kept whipping as it engulfed me and soon another build on top of it. He put down the whip and moved around to the bar controls. The bar began to lower but He continued to spank me with His free hand. I was still in the throws of the orgasm. When I was bent over He got behind and shoved His cock into my cunt. I lifted up from the shock of it. He started to fuck me hard and continued to spank me as he did. I was on fire. I wanted Him more than ever before. I wanted to please Him and let Him know how much I appreciated Him taking me back.

"God yes! Fuck me, Master. Fuck your naughty slut. Hit me harder!"

He obliged. He spanked me and then grabbed my hair and pulled me back sharply toward Him. He fucked me harder than He ever had. His power over me was intoxicating to both of us. Suddenly He pulled out and came around in front of me again, slipping under the bar and shoving His cock in my mouth. As I started to suck He reached down and pinched my nipples harder than ever. I gasped and then sucked fiercely as I came again. He unloaded into my hungry mouth. I had to struggle to keep from biting down. He pulled His cock free and shot some more cum on my face. Then He slapped my face with His cock and slipped under the bar again to stand back and look at me. I was grinning and grinding my hips in the air as aftershocks overtook me.

"Thank you, Master." I said locking eyes with Him. I licked what cum I could from my face, savouring it.

Master's friend Jeff arrived about twenty minutes later. By then I had fixed Master some food and drink and relaxed in a robe on the couch.

"Liz, you will do anything this man says." He told me.

"Yes, Master." I replied meekly.

Jeff was confused. "I thought you said she was a Dominatrix now?"

"She is to men that are weaker than her." He said bluntly.

Then Jeff started to talk to me and somehow a couple hours passed. In that time I realized something: Mom was wrong about something else too. Just because he knows you're a slut doesn't mean your man won't love you. In Jim I could have it all: friend, husband, Master. Love when I wanted it, lust when I craved it, discipline when I needed it. I'd been such and idiot. He'd always been my perfect match and I'd just never seen it! Barriers that had been placed by Paul shattered and fell away. My love and trust of Jim rushed back from where it had been stored, but not only that. More of those barriers seemed to be gone, even ones from years past. I felt complete. I felt like just me. No restrictions from anyone and no false ideas. I was Jim's of my own free will and a slut because I craved it and very, very much in love with my husband, my Master. I had never felt happier.




My Fair Slut Ch. 06



 “We are only ever are true selves when we think no one is watching.” – Boratus

“Mr. Heffler, your 1 o’clock is here.” Carol said through the intercom.

“Send her in, Carol.” I replied, pressing the little button.

1pm and I’m already wishing it was 4:59. I like my job, I really do, but there are always those days when you just don’t want to be there. I’m a psychotherapist and hypnotherapist by trade, one of the best in the city actually. I’d been at it for a year when that 1 o’clock came in. The day had been a “snoozer”. It’s not that I didn’t care about people’s problems but there are a lot of problems that are pretty common and that morning I had to sit through the top three, one of them twice. I hoped that this next patient might help to wake me up a bit. It would be especially difficult since a nice lunch was doing its best to make me sleepy. The short notes on this patient said: Angela Gambini, sexual repression. It certainly wasn’t “habitual smoker” like my 11:00.

I lifted my head up from the short notes to behold the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life. Almost 2 metres tall, long curly golden locks that spilled over her shoulders, and an hourglass figure, though the top half was much larger than the bottom. A blue business suit with a white blouse attempted to give her more of a professional air than a sexual one but it failed miserably. Her breasts really couldn’t be contained by it and the cut of it still hugged her slim waist and showed off her ass. Her shoes only had an inch heel but at her height she really didn’t need any help up. God had sent me an angel or perhaps a minor goddess. I glanced back down at the short notes. Sexual repression? Her? There had to be some mistake! All she did was walk in and I already started to get hard. Well, guess that just proved that I wasn’t repressed.

“Hello, Ms Gambini.” I said, offering my hand.

“Hello, Dr. Heffler.” She said shaking it with a light grip. She was obviously nervous. Most of my patients were the first time.

“Please, have a seat.” I said gesturing to one of the chairs in front of my desk. “Now, my secretary said there was a small problem with the payment to deal with.”

“Oh yes.” She said, quickly reaching into her purse. A moment later a wad of bills landed on my desk.

I picked it up and looked at her curiously. “Cash?”

“My husband thinks this type of help is bullshit. Excuse me. And so I can’t have it showing up on the credit cards or checking account.”

“I see.” I counted the money and then threw it in a drawer. I’d have Carol deposit it later. “So I guess you won’t need a receipt then?” I smiled.

“Oh no.” She smiled back, a little more at ease.

“Now let’s discuss what you feel the problem is.”

She looked around the room and caught sight of my couch. Yes, just like in tv and the movies. She smiled when she saw it. Everybody does that. They all look for it and are so happy to see it actually there. Then she turned back and seemed to talk to her hands.

“I can’t tell you my problem.” She said as she fidgeted with the bottom of her suit jacket.

“Excuse me, Ms Gambini?”

“Angela, please.”

“All right, Angela.” I acknowledged. “Now, it’ll be a little difficult for me to help you if you won’t tell me what your problem is.”

“Not won’t. Can’t.” She corrected.

I sighed inwardly. It’s not good for patients to see that you’re getting frustrated. “Ok. Can you tell me why you can’t.”

“I’d feel too awkward and too guilty.”

“Guilty?”

“Yes, guilty and I can’t tell you why.” She said looking at her lap.

That’s right. Make it as easy as possible, why don’t you. Ugh!

“Well if you can’t tell me and you can’t tell me exactly why you can’t tell me then we seem to be at an impasse.”

“Oh no, there’s an easy way around it all.” She said still looking down and fidgeting.

“Really? And what would that be?”

This should be good.

“Hypnotize me.” She said finally looking up into my eyes.

“Excuse me?”

“Please, I want you to hypnotize me.”

“I’m sorry, Angela, but that’s really not how this works. I don’t force confessions out of people through hypnosis. Besides, if you really don’t want to tell me what the problem is then you’ll resist being hypnotized.”

“Oh but I won’t!” She insisted. “You see I read about how people can be made to say and do things when they’re hypnotized and then forget them when they wake. What I want you to do is hypnotize me so I’ll feel relaxed and you can ask me about my problem but when we’re done you’ll make me forget that I told you. That way you can help me but I won’t feel so embarrassed.”

“But if you forget what we discussed then the session becomes meaningless.” I stated.

“But what if I keep coming back and each time you make me remember the last session so we can continue and then forget again when we’re done. We can keep going until you’ve fixed my problem and at that point I’ll want to remember and I will!”

Well, this certainly wasn’t going to be a boring session! She thought she had it all figured out but she didn’t seem to realize that she needed to remember each session so that she could mentally digest it before we met again. If we did it her way it would just seem like one long session to her and become difficult to deal with. On the other hand, if I put her under and then gave her the suggestion that she didn’t mind confiding in me then I could overcome the embarrassment issue and we could continue with normal session thereafter. It was worth a shot.

“All right, Angela. We’ll try it your way.” I said as I got out of my seat. She immediately got up and started toward the couch. I stopped her.

“No, you may sit here. It’s better if you’re seated the first time. On the couch there’s more of a chance of you falling into a real sleep rather than a trance.”

She looked disappointed. She really wanted to try out the couch. They all did.

“Don’t worry.” I assured her. “You’ll probably be using it on future sessions.”

A little grin crossed her face. It seemed almost mischievous.

“Now make yourself comfortable.” I told her and so she removed her jacket and then undid the top button of her blouse. I didn’t tell her to make me uncomfortable!

I held up a pen and took her through the basic steps, having her focus on it and then telling her to take a few deep relaxing breaths. Soon she was counting backwards and her eyelids where starting to flutter as she struggled to keep them open. Then she was under.

“Now Angela, I want you to put yourself in a very comfortable place; a garden or a beach or somewhere where you can just relax and be alone and be yourself.”

“Are you picturing it, Angela?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now whenever you are in this place no one can see you or hear you and you can do whatever you like. Sometimes, you may get a visitor but if you do you will know that you trust that person because you have allowed them into your special place. Anything you say to them in that place will be ok because it is a place of trust. Understand.”

“Yes.”

“And one more thing: there is a magic to your place which causes anyone but you to forget what happened when they were visiting your special place. That means you can confide anything you want to them and have no fear of them telling your secret because they’ll forget as soon as they leave.”

She smiled at the thought.

“Now, Angela, I am coming into your special place. You see me there with you and you know that you can trust me and you know you can tell me your secrets and when I leave I will forget them but you will feel better for having shared them with someone you trust.

“I trust you.” She said softly.

“Good. I want you to trust me. Trusting me makes you feel good. Sharing things with me makes you feel good. Is there anything you’d like to share with me now?”

“Yes.”

“And what is that?”

“I’m a slut.”

Whoa! Hold the phone!

“You … you mean you feel that you act slutty sometimes.” I prodded.

“No. I am a slut. I have been since I was a girl. I try to hide it in clothes and attitude but I hate doing so. I want to be owned and I want to be controlled. That’s why I came to you.”

“You wanted me to control you?”

“Yes, I’ve wanted to be controlled for so long now. I married my husband mostly for money but partly because I thought he was dominant and controlling but he’s not. He’s just angry and bullying and jealous. I’m trapped in my marriage so I can’t ever be with a real dominant man but then I thought about hypnosis. I thought if I was hypnotized then a man would have total control over me. I couldn’t do anything to resist him. That thought turns me on so much. I’ve played with myself to incredible orgasms thinking about it. Now it’s finally happening. I’m soaking. I’m so wet. Please order me. Tell me what to do.”

She sat there waiting for my command. I sat there with my mouth open. Her incredible chest heaved and, as I leaned in a little, I felt the heat coming off her. I caught the slight odour of sex as well.

“You didn’t come here to have any problem solved, did you Angela?”

“No. I came to be controlled. I came to be used. Please use me.”

“What do you want me to do with you?” I asked.

She frowned. “Please don’t ask me about anything I want. Tell me what you want me to do, what you want me to be.”

I saw the game she wanted to play. I sat there in my office with a goddess who was going to let me do anything I wanted to her. The more I ordered, the firmer I was, the more it would turn her on. I could fuck her right then and there and no one would be the wiser, not even her if I made her forget. Even Carol wouldn’t know. We’re on the 28th floor so no one can see in the windows. Also, the walls were soundproofed. I had it set up that way because under hypnosis people tended to scream or cry or yell as they relived old memories. Patients in the waiting room could get unnerved listening to that kind of thing. Angela had set things up so she was in her own private world where no one she knew or cared about could see her true self. I sat there in a room that was pretty much the same thing. But I was a doctor, a professional with moral obligations, laws actually. So it all came down to one thing: what kind of a man was I really?

“Take off your clothes.”

“Yes, sir!” she exclaimed excitedly.

“Not sir. From now own when we are alone in this room you will call me Master.”

“Yes, Master!” she said grinning widely.

I realized only then that her eyes were still closed.

“Slut,” I said.

“Yes, Master?”

“When I snap my fingers you will open your eyes. You will remain in a trance though and you will be completely under my power.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Every time I give you an order you will obey it. Obeying me will make you feel good. Disobeying me will make you feel uneasy and guilty.”

“Yes, Master.”

I snapped my fingers and her eyes came open. It made removing her clothes much easier.

When she was done I had my own shirt off. I wanted to fuck her badly but I knew she wanted control more than anything. Glancing at the clock, I saw we had used up half an hour already. That left only twenty minutes. I could push it to twenty-five.

“Get on your hands and knees, slut.”

“Yes, Master.” She said dropping eagerly.

“Now crawl around my office like the bitch you are.” I ordered.

She was off and crawling. She even barked a couple times. But as demeaning as the act was she could not help but look sexy. I saw that tanned round ass staring at me as I removed my pants, my cock springing out at full attention. What a relief it was to get it out of there. I was a bit nervous now because I didn’t have an athlete’s body. I was as average as they come with no chest, a beer gut and a cock that I knew wasn’t God’s gift but that I really couldn’t complain about either. She didn’t care. She saw my hard-on and an intense look of lust filled her eyes.

“Get your ass over here, slut!” I commanded and she crawled as quickly as she could and stopped right in front of me, kneeling and staring at my cock. Her tits jiggled a bit from the movement of going from crawling to kneeling. I just wanted to reach out and grab them and suck on them.

“Beg to suck my cock.” I said menacingly.

“Please, Master, let your slut suck your cock. I need to taste it. I need to make you feel good. May I please?” She didn’t lie. She was a slut.

“That was well done, slut. You may suck me.”

She practically dove for my cock and started to suck. I figured I had maybe a minute before I came in her mouth. No woman had ever sucked me like that. She seemed desperate for my cum. Her hands stroked my shaft and massaged my balls. Her head bobbed up and down at an incredible pace. And the vision of it! Oh Lord! A goddess was on her knees suck my cock! I blew my load into her mouth and she didn’t even pause. She kept the same pace swallowing my cum as I spurted again and again.

Finally she slowed down. She slid her mouth off me and licked my cock like and ice cream cone. She glanced up and me and smiled, “Thank you, Master.”

She was thanking me???

“Are you going to fuck your slut?” she asked in a pleading voice. Not right then I knew. I needed time to recover.

“Does my slut need to cum?” I asked her.

She nodded, “Yes, Master, desperately.”

“Show me how desperately.” I said, “Lie and the couch and play with yourself. Put on a good show for me.”

Her face lit up and she practically leapt over to the couch. She draped one leg over the back rest and the other on the floor to give me a good view of her clit and pussy. The fingers of one hand spread apart her labia and the other began to work slowly up and down her slit. She was already glistening with moisture. Her head rolled back almost immediately as her fingers began their work. She began to moan. Her tongue came out and licked her lips. My cock began to stir already. I had figured I’d need about ten minutes to recover but I didn’t expect to see this. Her legs bent and straightened as her fingers increased their pace. My cock grew and began to rise. Her eyes opened for a moment and saw it and a grin spread across her face. She stopped playing with her clit and shoved three of her fingers into her cunt and began to fuck herself. Moans became grunts. One hand went up to her tit and twisted the nipple. I wanted to jump her right then but I also wanted to see her cum on the couch. It was an exquisite kind of torture, watching and wanting. I was fully erect and her hand left her nipple and reached out to me, beckoning. I shook my head and smiled. She was disappointed that I wouldn’t come over and at the same time happy that I remained in control.

“Don’t cum until I order it.” I said trying to add to the feeling of control. Instead of slowing her pace, she quickened it. The order turned her on even more. So I decided to go with that. “Look at you, you little cum slut. What a horny little cunt you are! You’d do anything to cum wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Master!” she exclaimed, her hand now rammed her fingers into her cunt.

“You love being under my control, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master!”

“You need it, don’t you?”

“God, yes Master!”

She was sweating and holding back the orgasm with all her might. I thought I might cum right there with no stimulation other than watching her writhe on my couch.

“Cum, slut.” I ordered and she screamed as it ripped through her. Her hand slowed but pumped harder. Her other hand grabbed her tit hard and squeezed. At that moment I moved in, pulled her hand from her cunt and shoved my cock in its place.

“Master!” she cried.

“Fuck me, slut.” I ordered and she grabbed my back and thrust her hips forward. I pumped hard and saw the glazed look in her eyes. She expected to be able to recover from the orgasm but I wasn’t going to let her. “You belong to me, slut. Body and soul. From now on you are nothing but my fuck toy.”

“Yes, Master.” She said breathlessly as she fucked me even harder. I couldn’t believe how much my words could affect her especially in this hypnotic state. The words typically made a person believe and accept things, not get turned on. I was also surprised that this much activity didn’t snap her out of it. But she wanted this. She wanted it desperately. I thought about her husband ignoring her. Not enjoying what I was to its full extent. Stupid, stupid man.

“Master!” she exclaimed and I knew she had to cum again.

“Yes, slut.” I said locking eyes with her

“Please.” Was all she could get out.

I bit down on her tit and her nails dug into my back. These were the most beautiful tits I’d ever seen, or tasted for that matter.

I stopped pumping and panic came over her. She bucked into me feverishly. She was there. She so needed the release and here I was making things hard for her.

“Please!” she cried.

“Cum.” I whispered as I started pumping again. Her hips pushed us both off the couch as she came.

“Maaaaaasteeeeer!” she called out. I gave her a few seconds and then said “Cum” again and another orgasm hit. I thought the moan from that one could penetrate the sound-proofing. I was about to have one of my own so I decided to make the most of it. I looked deep into her eyes and smiled, “Cum. Cum. CUM!”

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her legs wrapped around me and threatened to crush me. I think her fingers drew blood. She couldn’t even scream. Her mouth was opened but only a quiet high-pitched tight squeak came out. I don’t know if she felt me cumming inside her. I don’t think she cared. We lay there a few minutes though she began to loosen her grip after the first minute. Still, I’m willing to bet it was the longest orgasm she’d ever had.

I didn’t want to move. I wanted to be with her forever. But our time was up and I couldn’t be caught like this. I pulled out of her quickly. “Get dressed, slut.” I ordered.

She did so quickly but regrettably. When she and I were both dressed I had her sit back in her chair and told her she would go back to behaving like her old self as soon as she walked out of my office. She would forget what physically happened in the office but would remember the feeling of being totally controlled and know that she would experience it again at our next appointment.

Carol gave her a questioning glance as she left the office. I told her I’d needed a couple minutes to go to the bathroom and quickly relieved myself in the toilet attached to my office and then sprayed air freshener all over to cover up the smell of sex.

There was never another appointment. Angela just disappeared. I thought of tracking her down but the professional in me told me it was best for job and career to just leave it be. The memory is pretty vivid to this day. I’ve never taken advantage of another patient but I know if I ever ran into Angela again I would do everything I could to get her under my control again. A little part of me still wonders if she faked the whole thing just to enjoy a fantasy of hers.

What’s the point of this little story? I just wanted to let you know what kind of a man I was just so it doesn’t come as a surprise that when my friend Jim asked me to overthrow his boss’s little slut empire I agreed without much of a moral debate.

I couldn’t believe what that man had put Jim through. He had turned my friend into a male slut and used him to entertain and coax unscrupulous clients. Under hypnosis, Jim had filled me in on many of the details and then struggled to become the man he used to be again. It didn’t work. Jim had always been a confident man, a “go-getter” so to speak but after coming to terms with his slut side he had somehow changed. Confident didn’t encompass him any more. He was dominant, driven and somewhat angry, though not at the world. His anger is focused, rightfully, at his boss Paul. Paul hadn’t only turned Jim into a slut but his wife Liz as well along with many of Jim’s co-workers and their spouses. The entire office basically doubled as a whorehouse. I have to admit I’m impressed with the man. It makes me think about hypnotizing Carol. She’s an average looking woman and a little plump but sometimes I just need a blowjob during the day and I wouldn’t mind her lips being wrapped around me to get one.




My Fair Slut Ch. 06



It was the middle of the night and I was at Jim’s place. Only an hour ago his wife, Liz, gave me a great blow job to thank me for helping them. Shortly after, they argued a bit about their relationship. Liz used to be Paul’s slut. Now she was Jim’s. She argued that she was more though. She was his wife and she loved him. Jim didn’t seem to believe her. After all they had been through I could see why. Apparently that woman had fucked more guys in the past year than your average hooker would. She begged him to let her prove her love. She said she wanted to have a complete relationship. Not what they had when they married and not what they had now but a joining of the two: husband and wife, master and slave, ownership and love.

Now I was watching videos of Liz in action with several men while the sounds of the two of them in the bedroom penetrated the ceiling above to add to the sounds of sex coming from the tv. I knew what they were doing up there. They were not fucking. They were making love, for the first time in a year. It was not long before I was jacking off watching Liz in action on the screen with three guys and a hot blonde and then it occurred to me just how much she looked like Angela. The hair was the wrong colour and she was much shorter but the face was the same and the body almost identical. Could they be related? Ha! Yeah, sure. I was grasping.

Shortly after an earth-shattering scream from above, the two descended back down the stairs to join me. Jim was in a pair of boxers and he quickly exited to the kitchen to satisfy the hunger he’d worked up. Liz was still naked. She grinned from ear to ear and had a far away look in her eyes. I quickly released my cock and tried to cover up but the motion pulled Liz’s attention over to me and snapped her out of her reverie.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Jeff!” she exclaimed, rushing down the stairs.

“Let me get that for you.” She said pulling my cock back out and taking it her mouth. After sucking it for a minute or so she switched to stroking it instead so she could talk to me. “I should have realized you’d be able to hear us but my mind was kinda focused on Jim.”

“It’s okay.” I said, “I know you two had to work things out.”

She turned back and saw what was on the tv. “Do you like my videos?” she smiled.

“Uh, yeah, they’re great.” I said, feeling a little awkward about the question despite the fact that she was jacking me off.

“I love watching them too.” She said. “Seeing myself fuck from someone else’s view is a big turn-on. Do you mind if I watch while I take care of you?”

“Uuuuhhh, no. Go right ahead.” I said. I was still unsure of how to act properly in this situation.

She got up and stood in front of me with her back to me, then lowered herself onto my cock so she could sit and watch the video. She started bouncing up and down on my shaft as she watched herself get fucked by, now four, of Paul’s clients. I couldn’t see the tv anymore but I didn’t really care. I watched her supple body gyrating on me and felt the muscles of her cunt clench and relax on my cock. Her tits bounced up and down, so big and round that I could see them poking out from the sides of her body. I wanted to reach around and grab them but I was too close to coming to have any control of my body anymore. I spurted hot cum into her and she moaned with delight as she felt it. She jumped off me and knelt to lick me clean, slowing as I softened in her hands.

“Is that better?” she grinned devilishly.

“God yes!” I said, recovering.

Jim re-entered the room, oblivious to the scene in front of him. “Ok, we have to figure out the best way to make this work.”

Liz popped herself up onto the couch beside me and an impromptu meeting began.

“It seems easy enough.” Liz said. “We just get each person alone and get Jeff to hypnotize them. Then he can undo Paul’s programming like he did with us.”

“There’re two problems with that.” Jim stated. “One: we wanted to be hypnotized. The others will be unwilling. Two: There’s no way we can get to them all before Paul finds out what we’re up to. Jeff had to work hours with each of us. At best we’d be able to get to half a dozen at most in one day. And we can’t be sure we can convert them all.”

“I don’t see how else we can do it?” I stated.

Jim paced while going over his options. We waited patiently as he did. One thing I learned in college and apparently Liz had picked up on too was that Jim doesn’t accept that a thing cannot be done. Give him long enough and he’ll find a solution. Finally he turned to Liz.

“Baby, Paul uses key words to put all his sluts into trances, right?”

“Yes, but it only works when he says them. He’s taken precautions to make sure that they don’t accidentally go into trances or slip into slut mode.”

“Do you know the key words for most people?” He asked.

“I can’t say that I paid much attention when he used them.”

“Not a problem” I interjected. “I can easily have her recall the phrases under hypnosis.”

“But without Paul saying them, they’re useless.” Liz argued.

“You were able to put me under.” Jim said to Liz.

“Yes, but that’s typical between wives and husbands.” She replied.

“We get the wives, we get the husbands!” I exclaimed. “That cuts the job down by half!”

Jim still wasn’t happy with it all. “So you’ve never been given control over anyone else?” he asked Liz.

“Not without Paul or Kathy there to start.”

Jim’s eyes lit up. “Kathy?”

“Yes…yes!” She exclaimed picking up on his thoughts. “She can control anyone as well as Paul.”

“So if we get control of Kathy…” I began.

“We can get them all.” Jim finished.

“But how do we get Kathy?” I asked.

“She’s a dominant bitch and very smart.” Said Liz. “I doubt we could break her.”

“You’re right.” Jim agreed. “But she’s still Paul’s slut, if no one else’s.”

“So?” Liz questioned.

“So, you’ve seen how submissive and compliant she becomes when he gives her orders.”

“He’s not going to order her to listen to us.” Liz insisted.

“Really?” Jim asked, smiling. “I think he just might.”

Liz and I exchanged glances as we wondered what plan Jim had come up with.

“Jeff, stay in the guest bedroom tonight.” Jim ordered. “Liz will get you settled in. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”

“I have patients tomorrow.” I stated.

“Cancel them. I have to set some things up.”

Then he went into his office.

Liz and I got up and she took me to the guest bedroom. As she was getting out fresh towels I couldn’t help but satisfy my curiosity.

“Liz,” I asked, “Do you have an older sister?”

“No, I’m an only child. Why?”

“Oh, nothing. It’s just that I had a patient about two years ago that looked a lot like you, only she was blonde and much taller.”

Liz looked at me quizzically, “Sounds like my mother.”

“Your mother?”

“Yes, everyone says I look just like her except for the hair and the height. What was she there for?”

“Well, I don’t think I can really discuss-“

She cut me off “Jeff, you are about to help my husband and I take control of a company full of women who we’ll let you fuck to your heart’s content. I think we’re a little beyond the morals of doctor-patient confidentiality.”

She had a very good point.

“So what was wrong with her?” She asked.

“That’s just it. Nothing. Well, then again I guess it depends on your point of view.”

“Care to make a little more sense?”

“Ok, well she came in to see me but not because she had a psychological problem but because she had a fantasy of being under someone’s complete control and being their slut slave. She wanted me to put her under and make her mine.”

Liz’s eyes lit up and she grabbed my hands. “Did you do it?” She asked hopefully.

“Uhhhhh.”

“Jeff!”

“Yeah, I did.”

She hugged me forcefully. “Oh thank you Jeff! And you fucked her. Please tell me you fucked her!”

“It was the best fuck I ever had. She had a minute long orgasm.” Today had to be the most bizarre day of my life. I never thought I’d see a woman happy that her mom was fucked like a slut. Liz had tears coming down her face as she hugged me. She was so happy. Then she stopped and pushed me away.

“Hey! The best fuck?” she argued.

I went red. “Er.. I mean … that is next to you-“

She giggled and slapped me lightly. “Relax, Jeff. I’m teasing. I’m sure mom could probably out-fuck me any day of the week. She’s been your slut ever since?”

“Um, no. It was just the one time. I was so sure she would be back that I didn’t put a suggestion in her mind to come back. I think she was happy with the whole thing and wanted to leave it at that.”

Liz shook her head. “Oh no, that will just not do. I’m going to have to have a talk with her. We’ll get you two set up again. I was going to let Jim take her.” She paused in thought. “Well, she does need a really dominant man. You don’t seem that dominant to me, Jeff.”

“I guess I’m not but while she was under I was everything she wanted.”

“Mmmm, I just don’t want her to have to be hypnotized all the time in order to be herself. I’ll think about it, but even if I decide that Jim’s better for her, you can fuck her whenever you want. We owe you that.”

“Sounds like a fair deal to me.” I said, though I would have loved to have her all to myself. Liz was right. If she was as much a slut as Liz then one man couldn’t satisfy her for long and I wasn’t dominant enough to control her properly. Maybe I should learn.

I awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. I had a pee-on. (For you women that’s a hard-on caused by the fact that we really have to pee. I think of it as nature’s way of keeping us from wetting the bed after puberty.) After relieving myself I wandered into the kitchen where Liz was on her knees wearing just a slip and finishing up a blow job for Jim.

Jim turned to me after filling her mouth and smiled. “Ah, you’re up. Good. We’re going to need another guy we can trust, preferably someone strong and with as few morals as us.”

I laughed. “The morals part shouldn’t be hard. Most of the guys in our year were dogs.”

Liz was up and serving our breakfasts with a smile. I noticed that she and Jim tended to touch each other whenever she passed by him.

“You’re going to have to stop that.” I told them.

“Stop what?” They said in unison.

“You’re touching each other like teenagers in love. If you do that in front of Paul or Kathy they’ll know something’s up. You’re supposed to despise him for being so pathetic, Liz.”

Liz pulled her hand away from Jim’s shoulder. Jim pulled it back.

“I think we can play the part well enough when we have to.” He ensured. “You should call the office and clear your schedule too.”

Just then the phone rang. Liz picked it up.

“Hello? Oh, hi Master!” Her voice was so full of joy I wondered if his voice just undid everything we worked on. Then she winked at us. “Yes. I think he’s all recovered. Tonight? Ok, I’ll make sure he’s there. What about me, Master? Yes, I remember them. The Mariott. 9pm. Yes, Master.”

She hung up the phone and looked at Jim. “How long?”

“Just a minute or two.” He replied.

“A minute or two for what?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” Jim said and began to eat his breakfast.

A minute or two later Liz was back on the phone calling Paul back.

“Master? I’m having a little trouble with him. No, not like that again. The wimp is scared. Well, he took quite a beating the other night. I think he’s afraid of a repeat. Maybe if you talked to him. Ok. Hold on.” Then she called of into the air. “Slut, come here!”

Jim hit the speaker phone, “Yes, Master?” He said his voice suddenly meek.

“Listen to me, slut. You will go to the appointment tonight.”

“But I don’t want to. I think-“

“I don’t care what you think. You do as I tell you. And when you get there you will do as Liz tells you.”

“What about the men? Do I have to obey them or just Mistress Liz?”

“You will do what anyone there tells you to do or I will come there Myself and punish the hell out of your ass, is that clear?!”

“Y-yes, Master. No matter what they tell me to do?”

“No matter what.”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master. I’ll be good.”

“You’d better be, slut. Put Liz back on.”

“Yes Master.” He said and Liz stepped up.

“Yes, Master?”

“If he wasn’t so popular with the clients I’d put him back the way he was.”

“I know, Master. He’s been quite a handful lately.”

“Make sure he behaves tonight.”

“Yes, Master. Any other orders for me?”

“This is an important business deal you’re closing so fuck them well, slut. Make me proud.”

“Always, Master.”

“Bye, slut.”

“Bye, Master.”

Liz and Jim smiled at each other. “Better than I thought.” Jim said.

“Oh yes!” Liz agreed and hopped into his lap and hugged him. “I have the smartest, most devious Master in the whole world!”

“Someone want to fill me in on what’s going on?” I asked.

They turned to me and both smiled with fake innocence, like kids who had eaten a cake they weren’t supposed to.

Kathy was an impressive sight, a red-headed vixen with all the right curves whose sexual energy permeated the room. We arrived at her house just after noon, that is, Liz, myself and Shaun. Shaun was friend from college that Jim and I knew. He was a black man, self-employed and a player. When I told him we were going to go to a rich chick’s home to fuck her he just said “Time and place.”

“Liz, what is it?” she asked when she opened the door.

“We’re here for you.” Liz replied calmly.

“Excuse me? For what?”

“Didn’t Master call? You’re supposed to entertain these clients. I was to bring them over.”

“No, and he didn’t mention anything this morning either.”

Liz was right about Kathy. She was a smart girl and immediately suspicious.

“It’s no problem. I’ll call him right now and confirm.”

She turned on the speaker phone and hit the autodial to the office. She smiled at us with a mix of pleasantness and caution.

“Paul Knight.” The voice said.

“Hi Paul. It’s me.”

“Hello slut.” He replied and her demeanor changed immediately to that of his subservient slut.

“Master, Liz brought some men over that she said You wanted me to entertain.”

“You will do as Liz tells you.” He told her.

“As Liz tells me? Master, I don’t think-“

“I don’t care what you think. You do as I tell you.”

She went silent for a moment then replied quietly. “Yes, Master. And the men?”

“You will do what anyone there tells you to do or I will come there Myself and punish the hell out of your ass, is that clear?!”

“Yes, Master. Anything they say.”

“No matter what.” He emphasized.

“No matter what, Master.”

“This is an important business deal you’re closing so fuck them well, slut. Make me proud.”

The statement cheered her up somewhat as she realized that this wasn’t a whim but an important task.

“Bye, slut.” Paul said.

“Bye, Master.” Kathy replied and then looked up at Liz. “What do you want me to do?”

“Go into the living room, put on some good music and do a striptease for us.” Shaun said.

Liz and I turned and looked at him with shock. That wasn’t what we planned. He looked at us and shrugged, “Hey, we got her. We might as well take full advantage of it.”

The hardest part was over. Jim had managed to forward Paul’s phone to a private office where his laptop replayed sections of the conversations we had with Paul that morning. Jim was probably un-forwarding the phone right now before following us over here. He would want to be here when we put Kathy under so entertaining Shaun’s whims would be a good way to pass the time.

In the living room Kathy had already started dancing for Shaun who sat on the leather couch with a self-satisfied grin on his face. It was obvious that this wasn’t the first striptease she had performed, though not one of us would have thought that to begin with. The girl had moves. Even before the clothes started to come off I (and I figured Shaun as well) was hard in my pants. I glanced over at Liz and noticed that even she was turned on by the show in front of us.

Kathy grinned wickedly, knowing what her movements were doing to us. With her top off she moved up to Shaun in just a skirt, bra and fishnets and straddled him on the couch. He tried to grab her tits but she grabbed his wrists and shook her head. Then she ground her groin into his cock. She leaned in and lightly bit his ear then licked from just under it down along his neck. Her hands moved slowly down his chest, feeling his body out. Then she lifted up, her tits rubbing against Shaun’s face as she stood. She turned her attentions on me next. Her skirt fell to the floor completely revealing her fishnet garters and a lack of any underwear as she slowly sauntered closer. She stopped just short of me and caressed her own body with her hands. They moved along her sides, down to her hips and over them. Then they slipped in between her thighs and began to rise again. Up along her pussy lips they slid, past her clit and along her stomach. They grasped her breasts firmly and squeezed them together. I thought they would pop out of her bra but it managed to hold them somehow. One finger entered her mouth and she sucked on it, while looking right into my eyes with a look of both innocence and mischief. Then she moved in and grabbed my head and smashed it into her pussy. What choice did I have? I licked her and made sure I did a good job of it.

“That’s it, baby.” I heard her say. “Make mommy happy.”

I happily enjoyed the taste of her for a minute before she abruptly pulled away from me. When I looked up I realized it wasn’t her, but Shaun who had done the pulling. He had come up behind her and snapped a leather collar around her neck then yanked her by the attached leash.

“Uh uh, bitch.” He said. “You heard what your master said. You do whatever we want, not what you want. And I like to be in charge. So drop to your fuckin’ knees.”

Kathy dropped immediately and Shaun petted her head. Now on all fours like the bitch you are!” he ordered.

“Shaun, what are you doing?” a shocked and confused Liz asked.
”Hey, we’re allowed to do whatever we want and I’m taking full advantage of that. Besides, you said she’s been a bitch mistress to you. Now you can repay her and make her your bitch for a while.” He smiled.

A look of shock came over Kathy’s face when she heard that she was going to be Liz’s bitch for a change.

“Anything goes.” Shaun said and then looked down at Kathy, “Isn’t that right, bitch?”

Kathy looked at the floor and nodded.

“Good, then crawl over then and lick Liz’s pussy.”

Kathy obediently though hesitantly crawled over to Liz and reached for her skirt.

“No!” Shaun snapped. “A bitch doesn’t use her hands, does she?”

Kathy’s hands dropped down. She tucked her head under Liz’s skirt and then began licking.

Liz stood there staring at Shaun wondering where the hell we had found him. Meanwhile Shaun produced a butt plug from a small gym bag he had brought. There was a tail on the back of the plug. He slipped it first into Kathy’s cunt to lubricate it.

“Man, this bitch is wet. She loves being told what to do!” He exclaimed. Then he forced the butt plug into her ass. When he was done she had a tail. “Now that’s a bitch!” He laughed and then slapped her ass hard.

Kathy squealed but it was Liz’s eyes that widened. Apparently the slap made her do something under that skirt that felt very good.

“Liked that, did you bitch?” Shaun asked and then spanked her again. I watched his black hand smack her tanned ass again and again. She slowed reddened and squealed each time he got her with a really hard one. Meanwhile Liz’s eyes almost popped out of her head. Her legs began to tremble and she grabbed Kathy’s head through her skirt.

Her knuckles started to go white as she began to chant. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” If she wasn’t having an orgasm then she could fake it with the best of them. She collapsed to her knees forcing Kathy’s trapped head down in the process.




My Fair Slut Ch. 06



“Sit bitch!” Shaun yelled and Kathy quickly pulled out and sat like a dog facing Shaun.

“Roll over.” Shaun ordered and she flipped onto her back. “Ok, Jeff.” He said turning to me. “Fuck the bitch.”

I didn’t need any other coaxing. My clothes were off in seconds and I climbed over her and shoved my cock right in. Shaun was right. She was soaking. I was going to start slow but this was a bitch in heat now and she grabbed hold of me and thrust her hips into me hard and fast.

Shaun walked up to us and leaned over her face. “What are you?” he asked looking right into her eyes.

“I’m a bitch.” She answered.

“Chant it.” He said snidely.

“I’m a bitch.” She said and pulled me in closer. “I’m a bitch.” She repeated thrusting her hips into me on the word bitch. “I’m a bitch. I’m a bitch.” She chanted in rhythm with her hips now. I matched her and thrust my hips in on the word bitch as well. “I’m a bitch. I’m a bitch. I’m a bitch.” She continued, chanting faster and faster, fucking harder and harder. Her eyes were locked on Shaun who smiled at her. There was a kind of power in that smile. “I’m a bitch! I’m a bitch! I’m a bitch! I’m a bitch!” I couldn’t believe how amazing this woman could fuck. I wasn’t going to be long before I came but the way she was yelling I was sure she was close too. I’m a bitch! I’m a bitch! I’m a BITCH! I’m a BITCH! I’M A BITCH! I’M A FUCKING HORNY BIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!”

I unloaded into her. I couldn’t have held off if I tried. I could actually feel her cunt muscles milking my shaft. She clenched my body tightly to her and her hips bucked in convulsions. “OH FUCK! I’m a BITCH!” She screamed and then buried her face in my chest. A few moments later she relaxed. I climbed off her, exhausted.

“That was something.” Liz said sitting on the floor on her knees. “I haven’t seen her cum that hard in ages!”

“Turn around and then lie down, Liz” Shaun said.

Liz gave him a questioning look but did as she was told.

“Liz’s pussy needs some more attention, bitch.” He said to Kathy. She got up quickly and crawled over to Liz. Because of Liz’s position they ended up in a 69. Kathy actually pulled Liz’s skirt out of the way with her teeth before licking her. Liz let Kathy lick her for a while but then could not help herself and reciprocated. Shaun and I watched glancing at each other and smiling every now and then. Soon both women were moaning with pleasure. That’s when Shaun finally dropped his pants and knelt behind Kathy. He grabbed her ass and squeezed it. Then he spanked her a couple times making both women squeal. Finally, he lifted his cock to her cunt and shoved it in. Liz licked Kathy’s slit and Shaun’s cock as it slid in and out. Shaun set a steady pace and slapped Kathy’s ass every so often as he fucked her. The contrast of a black cock against the olive skin of Kathy’s ass made the scene all the more erotic. The girls’ moans got louder but Shaun stayed quiet with a determined look in his eyes. He undid Kathy’s bra as he fucked her. Then he reached under and grabbed her tits squeezed her nipples hard. Kathy let out a muffled squeal followed closely by Liz. Then Shaun straightened up, slapped Kathy again and doubled his pace. Both women gasped.

“Make her cum, bitch!” Shaun yelled and it was as if Liz responded because several short squeaks came out of her at the order. Then Liz came. Her legs came up and wrapped around Kathy’s head and pulled it down. Shaun waited until they relaxed a little before grabbing Kathy by the hair and pulling her back to him. “Now, bitch. You think you can make me cum?”

She nodded quickly out of fear rather than confidence it seemed.

“Let’s find out.” He said and he pulled out of her, still holding her by the hair. A hard yank and she spun to face him. He stood up and pulled her head onto his cock. He forced her head onto himself and fucked her face. I could see her trying to suck him, trying to be a part of the face rape, trying to help him cum quickly. Her hands started to come up to help but then she remembered she was a bitch and put them down again.

Just then Liz’s cell phone rang. She looked at the number. “It’s Him.” She said. “Time to do it.”

“In a sec.” Shaun said, his hips ramming his cock into Kathy’s mouth. Abruptly he pulled himself out and aimed his cock at her. His cum sprayed onto her face and then he shoved his cock back in her mouth and unloaded some more. Kathy sucked him almost lovingly it seemed. When his cock had softened somewhat he pulled it out and patted her head. “Good bitch.” He said and she actually smiled.

“Okay, Kathy. Sit on the couch.” I said.

She didn’t move but looked up to Shaun instead.

“Do it.” He snapped and she was up and on it in a second.

I got in front of her and told her to relax. She did her best but kept squirming. I tried several things but she seemed too fidgety and unfocused. I expected her to be as easy to put under as Jim and Liz considering the circumstances. Finally Shaun laughed and walked up. “I think I can help.” He said and dropped to his knees. He pushed apart Kathy’s legs and dove on her pussy. I should have realized. She was on the verge of an orgasm. Of course she couldn’t relax. She inhaled sharply and then put her hands on Shaun’s head. She moaned and gyrated on the couch. At one point she bent down and kissed his head. Then I don’t know what he did but she started making sharp gasps. Her hands grasped the couch cushions then opened and grasped them again. Finally she screamed in an orgasm, her back arched and locked and her fists tightened. And then it was over. She collapsed back and I thought she’d fall asleep right there.

“Now listen carefully to the nice man.” Shaun said giving me a mocking smile.

Kathy nodded, smiling. “Yes, sir.”

She was under in a couple minutes. After several checks to make sure she wasn’t faking we let Jim in.

“What took so long?” he asked.

Liz and I both looked at Shaun.

Shaun shrugged. “Hey, you wanted me here.”

“Why was that again?” Liz asked.

“In case you needed to overpower her.” Jim stated.

“Well, he certainly seemed to do that!” Liz laughed.

Jim gave her a questioning look.

“I’ll tell you later.” She said.

“So what do you want from her?” I asked.

“First off.” said Jim. “The key phrases of everyone in the office and their spouses.”

He had a notepad ready to take the info down and a moment later I had Kathy telling us everything. The next step was fairly easy.

“Now Kathy, listen carefully.” I said. “Jim has managed to switch places with Paul. You don’t know how but you know he’s done it. Whenever you see Jim you will know it’s really Paul and vice-versa. No matter what is said, you know the truth and will always obey Paul even though he looks and sounds like Jim. And you will treat Jim the way you always have. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Jim and Paul have switched places. Jim is Paul and Paul is Jim.”

“That should do it.” I said to Jim.

“Not quite.” He said.

“What else is there?” I asked

“A lot actually.” He replied. “We have her here and we have access to all her memories. There may be other details she can tell us that we’ve missed or aren’t aware of.”

“So what do you want to ask her?”

Jim moved in close to Kathy. “Kathy, can you hear me?”

“Yes, Paul.”

“What’s My key word to put you under?”

“Kitten.”

“Good, kitten.” He said. He knew saying the word would push her deeper. “Now I want you to think back and tell me about us, how we met and how our relationship grew into what it is now. Take your time, remember the important parts and any other details you think are significant.”

“Liz, come suck My cock while she talks.” Jim ordered.

“Yes, Master!” Liz said joyously. She was now always happy to have any chance to please her husband and Master. Jim turned and looked at us. “I don’t know about you but I think this will be entertaining and educational.”

Next: Bitch Mistress 

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My Fair Slut Ch. 07



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Men are weak, easily manipulated, toys. You can make them do anything you want, any time you, any way you want. Well, with a few select exceptions.

My name is Kathy. I am just about every man’s dream and every man’s nightmare. Not one man who sees me, sexual orientation not withstanding, would deny that I am gorgeous. I know it.  I use it. Why shouldn’t I? I’ve heard it said in many ways by many people that we should use the gifts that have been given to us. I have two important gifts: my brain and my body. And make no mistake. As beautiful as I am, it’s my mind that you have to watch out for.

I remember when I first found out how easily you could manipulate a man. Bobby Bankstown wanted to kiss me on the playground when I was 6. Bobby ended up crawling in circles around me and barking like a dog in order to get that kiss. What’s funny is that I’m sure that 10, 20 even 30 years later he and a lot of other men would still do that. What’s also funny is that after his performance Bobby didn’t even get that kiss. Yes, I was a bitch at an early age. But I don’t see it as a bad thing. Bitches get what they’re after. Bitches are respected if not well liked. Bitches attract men that like a challenge, the go-getters, the ones that succeed. And I’ve seen you shy, timid, sweet, polite girls looking at me with the men you want and thinking “What does he see in that bitch?” A backbone, that’s what, electricity and fire, determination and purpose, excitement and daily challenge. We bitches are what make your men’s lives interesting. We are the ones they are most likely to cheat on you with. We’re the ones they’d most like to brag to they’re friends about nailing.

Think about it. There’s you. Let’s say you’re Sheila and you’re sweet and cute and intelligent and polite and dependable and loyal and loving. Joe’s been dating you for several weeks (maybe months) and you finally let him “make love” to you. Now even if he’s the sweetest guy in the world and respectful and everything else you want, I’ll tell you one thing right now. He’s going to tell his friends he nailed you. And, they’re going to ask him what you were like but before he even answers, just because of what you are, they are going to think “dead fuck”, and most of the time they are going to be right.

There are 2 exceptions: 1) Your boyfriend lies and 2) you’re a closet wildcat. But let me tell you about 2). 90% of the girls who think they are a closet wildcat really have no idea what really being wild is all about. Now let’s say that Joe tells them you’re incredible, wild, a volcano of lust as they say. Do you really think his friends are going to truly believe him? Probably not. And the truth of that will be that the conversation stops shortly after he gives his answer and moves on to a new topic. Now let’s rewind and say Joe dated me. First of all the only way Joe would take weeks before he nailed me is if I was just leading him on for my amusement or to get something out of him. I’m not saying I’ll fuck every guy I go out with. Well, actually I am saying that, but my point is I will only go out with men I intend to fuck anyway. Sheila might go out with a nice guy and give him a chance and see where things went. I don’t waste my time with that shit. He’s got to be hot and he’s got to have something I want or I won’t even acknowledge him. 

So, let’s say Joe meets me at a bar and gets my number. First of all, every one of his friends would have probably been trying to get it too. Watching men compete with their friends for me always reassures me how weak and easily manipulated they are. So the next weekend we go out. We have a great time and I fuck his brains out. Now, the next day his friends aren’t going to ask “How was the date?” or “Is she a keeper?” They’re going to ask “Did you fuck her?” and “How was she?” If I’ve done my job right Joe is only at this point recovering his ability to speak. Also, at this point, Joe will do just about anything to get what I gave him last night. You girls that date a guy for weeks and then he disappears after you finally have sex, let me let you in on a little secret. It’s probably not because he is a jerk and was just looking to nail you and take off. It’s because you really suck in bed!

Joe, or whoever, just doesn’t know how to tell you that you’re a wonderful person but if that’s how the sex is going to be, well, then sorry. Now in a way he is a jerk for not explaining this to you but, hell, think about how you’d say that to a guy. Me, I’d just say it but that’s just me. So anyway, Joe has just told his buddies that I’m amazing. You know what they want next? Details! When he gives them some details some of their jaws drop. Most, if not all, of them are fantasizing or scheming of some way to nail me too. The point is, now I have successfully taken control of all his friends too, even the ones dating Sheila. Damn, I’m good. Girls, once you know the mind of a man, controlling him is child’s play. Hell, most men are children anyway.

So from the age of 6, I knew how to manipulate boys. By the time I was 16 it was an art. I wasn’t an ugly duckling or a tomboy or anything like that. I was beautiful from the start. Everyone told me. When I started to develop at 12, I became dangerously so. Boys wanted to carry my books, help me with my homework, give me a lift home. I took them up on all their offers. None of them got anything in return for it except a sweet thank you, maybe a kiss on the cheek or a hug where I pushed my breasts into them. That was all it took to keep them coming back for more. Now, you may be thinking, sure she had this harem of men but did she have any friends? Who would want to be friends with her? Uh, everyone. I knew the cutest guys. Girls wanted to hang out with me, some wanted to be me. I had a lot of girls doing things for me just like the guys. These were mostly the Sheila types. My actual friends were, of course, bitches like me. You’ve seen us. We’re there in every school. You adore us or you hate us but you all at some point want to either be us or be with us.

In high school I lost my virginity. I had to research this endeavour in great depth. I wasn’t going to lose it to another virgin. That would suck. I needed someone who was not only experienced but very skilled. I needed someone who could teach me pleasure in every sense of the word. In other words, I needed a man. The problem was that in all my life I had yet to find one. So I went to the seniors. They had been fucking for a few years now and knew who was good and who wasn’t. They were a little surprised at my request but several of them told me they wished they had done what I was doing. Their first experiences were awful. I began talking about boy after boy with a few dozen girls. The discussions got so good we actually set up meetings just to go over it. Besides, setting me up with the best man for my first time, the girls were discovering who and who not to fuck, who was good for money, who the best patsies were, everything.

We eventually eliminated all the guys in my high school. Four girls finally confirmed the expertise of Damien. He was a black guy in University. I expected him to be an athlete, probably a football player.  He was studying chemistry. I had my doubts. But they all admitted that they would give up any man if they were sure they could have him. The problem was that no girl could. He used them for a while and then tossed them aside. This I found appealing because it was the plan I had for him. With any luck we’d get tired of each other at the same time. I told them I was going to fuck Damien and that they should set it up. Although they agreed to they warned me that he would break me like he did them and soon I’d just be a sex slave to him. A slave? Me? I don’t think so. I chuckled when I realized how weak these girls had to be to become slave to a man. And they called themselves bitches!

I arrived at Damien’s one Friday night. I wore a low cut black dress that hugged my body like a second skin. Black stilettos and garters accented my legs while black lace panties and bra completed the outfit. As I walk to his dorm room on campus I was the cause of two guys getting slapped by their girlfriends, several wolf whistles and some poor idiot walking into a streetlight. By the time I knocked on his door I was pretty confident that he’d be putty in my hands. When he opened the door I was caught off guard by the fact that I had to look up at him. I was wearing 4-inch heels and still looking up at him! He was a handsome devil and I do mean devil. I had a goatee that made him look the part. It sat on a face black as coal and flawless as onyx. He wore a blue shirt that he had not yet buttoned. At first I thought he had left it opened so that I would glimpse his body which was muscular without being bulky but I quickly came to realize it was because he just wasn’t ready and had been in no rush to be ready for me. My eyes fell to his waist and his baggy blue jeans and farther down as I tried to estimate the equipment but the jeans prevented me from seeing what he had to offer.

He caught me staring and chuckled. “Don’t worry. You’ll get a much closer look soon enough.”

“What makes you think you’ll get that far?” I asked sharply.

“That’s why you’re here isn’t it?” He more stated than asked. “You want to be fucked right and you were told I’m the one to do it. You’re not the first bitch to be sent to me. There are plenty of girls out there that aren’t getting fucked right. Seems a lot of them end up here.” He plopped himself down on his bed. “So what’s your story? Frustration? Revenge on the cheating boyfriend? Or are you just a ho?”

“I’m not a whore.” I snapped.

“When I’m done with you, you will be.” He grinned.

Now I always thought that if a man talked to me like that I’d kick him in the balls and leave. However, no man has EVER talked to me like that and I realized for the first time that I didn’t have the advantage. My appearance seemed to have no affect on him. He didn’t care how he talked to me. It was pretty obvious that if I walked out he’d just order up another bitch and fuck her with no regrets. He knew why I was here but not that I was a virgin. And telling me I’d be a whore made me wet! Still, I wasn’t going to make it easy on him.

“So what do you expect me to do? Just strip down and jump on the bed for you?” I asked sarcastically.

“Of course not.” He laughed and point at the floor. “Just stand there in the middle of the room.”

“And then what?” I asked keeping my tone haughty.

His toned became forceful. “Just do it, bitch. Or get out.”

There he went making me wet again. I strolled to the spot he pointed at and stood there, one hand on my hip, giving him best “Hurry up I’m bored” look.

He rose from the bed and came to stand in front of me. He scanned my body twice over and then began to circle me slowly. His hand touched my shoulder and slide down my arm. I got shivers. It moved over to my back and across to the other shoulder. He was behind me now. He was inspecting me like some object. Both hands were on me then and sliding under my arms and down my sides over my hips. His touch was not light but firm. He never once touched an inappropriate area and I soon found myself wishing that he would. Then I felt his breath on my neck. It was hot and moist and he stood right behind me just breathing and holding me by the shoulders. I don’t know why but I loved it. I tilted my head to give him better access to my neck. I hoped he would kiss it but he just stood there a moment longer. Finally he whispered in my ear.

“I am about to give you an education. If you do not want to learn it then you will leave now. Otherwise you will be mine for the rest of the night. Your body will be mine. You will not resist anything I do. In fact, right now you will indicate so by saying “Please take me. Do anything with me you wish.”

I stood there thinking about the implications of what he had just asked of me. Part of me wanted to leave right then. But that part was slowly disappearing as he continued to breathe on my neck. I couldn’t understand how something so simple could be so arousing. I had come this far and, if this was any indication of what awaited me, I was going to go all the way.

“Please take me.” I whispered. “Do anything with me you wish.”

I couldn’t believe I had said those words to a man. It was at that point I expected him to throw me on the bed and ripped of my clothes and fuck me silly. Instead he caressed my arms again. His lips finally fell on my neck and he began to kiss it. His hands came back up and he started to unzip my dress. As each new piece of my body was exposed he kissed it. The dress moved slowly down my body. He stayed behind me the whole time kissing and feeling. He squeezed by ass and kissed it as well, my thong leaving it all but naked for him. He left my garters on but caressed my legs and kissed them through the material. Each moment I wanted him more. Although, every man I had been with had engaged in foreplay it had been in the hopes of getting farther. It had always been rushed. This man knew he would fuck me and he was taking his time. I also thought that even if he didn’t know it that it wouldn’t change his method. Now in just a bra, thong and garters I shivered as he came to stand in front of me. I wasn’t cold though.

He stared into my eyes as he caressed my chest. I sighed as he squeezed my breasts. His hands reached around and deftly unsnapped my bra. His slipped it off smoothly and then squeezed my breasts again. His fingers grabbed my nipples and squeezed them lightly. My head dropped back as I moaned for him. I reached up to embrace him but he put my arms back at my sides. His head dropped to my breasts and he began to lick and suck. I was soaking at this point.

“Oh god, please.” I moaned.

My hands came up again and wrapped around him. He didn’t stop me this time but grabbed me under my butt and lifted me up. I held on as he carrying me across the room to his bed. He placed me on the end so I was sitting. The he pushed me back gently so that I lay there with my feet handing over the edge. He went back to work on my breasts and I put my hands on his head. He moved slowly down and kissed and licked my stomach. Down farther he went to my shaved pussy. His tongue moved around it and along my thighs. It slipped lightly across, teasing me. I raised my hips to his face but he pulled away. His hands squeezed my ass as his tongue slid along the outsides of my labia. I whimpered as it slid up and down the area between my pussy and my ass.

“Please. Lick me please.” I begged and then realized that he had made me beg.

Again his tongue lightly touched my clit. I thrust up towards him again. I heard him chuckle. Then finally his tongue fell just where I needed it. My fingers dug into his head as I let out a happy moan. I can’t describe how wonderful it felt. I had let a couple guys lick me before but they were the equivalent of cocker spaniels. This man’s tongue knew just where to touch and it seemed to learn more as it went. He was probing me. He was mapping out my most sensitive spots. He didn’t focus on them but used them to accent his work. I had thought my vibrators were as good as any man until now. My senses were getting ready to overload. My breathing got ragged and I felt an orgasm building up. It was going to be a big one. I didn’t realize how big until he shoved his tongue deep into my pussy. I screamed. My hips left the bed as he fucked me with his tongue. The whole dorm must have heard me but it was probably a common sound to them. His tongue kept pumped and then his finger entered my ass. I came again being fucked by tongue and finger. My fingers dug in through his think hair into his head and I don’t know how I didn’t draw blood. I thought I was going to lose consciousness but somehow managed to stay awake. He slowed his pace and let me recover. Then finally lifted his head and stood up between my legs.

“Now I’m going to fuck your bitch cunt.” He told me and I smiled. “But not until you beg me to do it.”

I didn’t hesitate to answer, “Please fuck me, Damien. I want you in me soooo bad.”

“Now you’re sounding like a ho.” He smirked. “Is that what you are?” He asked as he lifted my legs over his shoulders.

I didn’t want to call myself a whore. I started to shake my head but then his cock pushed up against my cunt. A shake became a nod.

“Yes.” I said quietly.

He pushed the tip of his cock slightly into me and I felt just how big he was.

“Say it.” He ordered, “Say, ‘I’m a dirty whore.’”

His fingers played with my clit and I squirmed beneath them.

I couldn’t take it. “I’m a dirty whore.” I said. “Please fuck me. Fuck your whore.”

He pushed farther up into me. I hurt and it felt wonderful.

“All the way.” I begged. “Please. Shove it in all the way!”

He pushed farther and hit my hymen. A puzzle look came over his face. “You’re a virgin?”

I nodded.

He smiled “Not any more.” With a single thrust he broke it and drove his cock all the way into me. I screamed again but this time from the pain. He didn’t give me a chance to recover. He started fucking me hard. I gripped the sheets as he assaulted me. I began to think this was a mistake but then the pleasure kicked in. Slowly the pain faded as the new sensations took over. It wasn’t long before I came again. It wasn’t the last time.

Damien fucked me all night. He fucked me on top. He fucked me from behind. He fucked me sideways. He fucked me bent over his desk, on the floor, on his desk, against the wall, even standing there and lifting me up and down on his cock. I never once got to ride him but I didn’t even realize that until after I left. Riding him would have put me in charge even just for a moment and he didn’t want that the first night. He wanted to make sure I knew who was in charge. I did. I realized what the girls had warned me about. The bitch had become the whore. I was hooked on his cock and I would do anything to have it again. It wasn’t long before I found out what anything meant.

I spent the next day in a daze. The girls, of course, asked me how things went. They just giggled when I couldn’t answer. They had been through it. They knew what was coming next for me. They said, “Don’t say we didn’t warn you.” And I knew that no amount of warning would keep me away from that man. I was at his door at 8pm sharp just as he had ordered. He let me in and had me kneel in front of his bed. He sat down on it with no pants and his massive cock hung before my face.

“Tonight, I’m going to teach you to suck a cock.” He announced. “Do a good job and I’ll fuck you as a reward. Do a bad job and you’ll get to try again tomorrow. However, I want you to understand something right now. Any orgasm you have from now on comes only with my permission. If you go home frustrated tonight then you stay that way until I say otherwise. Is that understood, slut?”

“Yes.” I answered.

“Yes, Sir.” He corrected.

“Yes, Sir.” I echoed. I’d say anything he wanted.  You have no idea how badly I wanted to taste that cock.

He started me off licking. He explained how it was more sensitive underneath especially just under the head. He showed me how to fondle and lick balls. Then he let me suck him. There was no way I could get him all the way in my mouth so I had to stroke him with my hand as well. Within weeks he would have me deep-throating him. My efforts were apparently good enough because he came all over my face and the clothes I was wearing. He made me keep sucking to clean him up and get him hard again then he fucked me like a dog on the floor. I begged him to do it.




My Fair Slut Ch. 07



I really learned my worth when I came over one day and he had a friend there. At least his friend was impressed with my appearance. The wolf whistle and lust-filled stare made it obvious.

“This is the new slut?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Damien replied matter-of-factly.

“Can I try her out?” He asked.

“Yeah, she’s gotta learn to fuck while sitting so you might as well help out.” Then he turned to me. “Strip, bitch.”

I shook my head. He didn’t like that.

“You refusing me, slut?”

“My body is yours.” I told him. “Only yours. I’m not a whore. I won’t fuck just anyone.”

I saw how angry he got. And then that anger just vanished. “Then go.” He said calmly.

“What?” I asked in disbelief.

“I have no use for a slut that doesn’t follow orders. Go if you want but that’s the last time you’ll ever have my cock in you, bitch.”

“Damien, please-“

“Shut the fuck up!” He walked right up to me so that our faces were almost touching. “You have two choices right now. Strip or leave. Neither of them requires words so I don’t want to hear them from you.”

He walked away again and sat in the chair of his desk. He looked at me, waiting for me to make up my mind. I looked at the door. It was literally a door to freedom. If I took it I would release myself from his control. But by taking it I would never learn what he still had to teach me. There would be other men who could. I was sure there would be.

Piece by piece my clothes dropped to the floor. Soon I was naked and blushing from head to toe with shame. His friend sat on the edge of the bed and I was instructed to suck him off until he was hard. Then I mounted his cock but with my back to him. Damien instructed me on how to move my hips, how to use my legs. His friend didn’t seem to know much about fucking because he just sat there and groped my tits in a fumbling sort of way. This wasn’t about him though. It was about me. I had to learn how to give a man pleasure. I found that Damien’s instructions heightened my pleasure.

Soon it didn’t matter if his friend was good, or even alive. He was just a big dildo and I had to get myself off on it. I rode that cock and took more and more pleasure from it. My eyes closed and I lost myself in the pleasure. Damien’s friend moaned behind me. I was obviously doing things right. I felt his cock grow inside me and knew he was about to cum. I opened my eyes to look for Damien but he was gone. That cock spurt hot cum in me and I came as well. I bucked up and down on the guy until the orgasm subsided. That’s when the door to the room opened and Damien walked in with six guys following.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“You said you weren’t a whore.” Damien smiled. “Tonight you will become one. Each of these guys has paid me fifty bucks to fuck you. And you will fuck them all if you ever want my cock inside you again.”

I looked again at the door to freedom. I stared at it and then at the men, none of which I found attractive, that Damien wanted me to fuck. I’m not a whore, I told myself but the facts that there was a deflating cock in me and that I got wetter at the prospect of what was to come, said otherwise.

And so I became Damien’s whore. I fucked all of them one, two, even three at a time. At first I was disgraced and ashamed for doing it but as the night went on I realized that, although Damien held power over me, I held power over these other guys. I was the one giving them pleasure. The more pleasure I gave the better I got at it. I stopped looking at it as an exercise in humiliation and began to find out just what I had to do to best pleasure these men. I put all my effort into it. I took pride in my work. I fucked them all good. When it was over they all left and Damien rewarded me by fucking me better than any of them had. We finished with him lying on the bed and me riding him.

“Show me what you’ve learned tonight, my whore.” He ordered. And I did. I bounced up and down on the cock and squeezed my pussy around it. I played with my breasts and moaned both with pleasure and to put on an erotic spectacle that would more arouse him and get him off sooner. When he finally came in me I jumped off his cock and took in my mouth and sucked it dry. Then I licked all around it, cleaning it properly. I actually thanked him for giving me the honour of cumming in me. If things hadn’t changed I would have been happy spending my life as Damien’s whore.

Damien graduated the next year. He got a great job on the other side of the country and although I would have followed him he left without me. He saw it as new challenges and new sluts to create and fuck. I don’t doubt that he went on to make many of them. As for me, I started my last year of high school and learned the other side of D/s.

Of course word of my being Damien’s slut had passed through the guys at the college and some of them had little brothers and some of them went to my school. I heard the whispers “Bitch is now a slut”, “She’ll fuck anyone”, “Yeah, I fucked her when I went to visit my brother.” That last statement was a lie. Damien only made me fuck the college boys. He didn’t give a shit about high school brats, in fact he fucked me in front of one stuck up little shit who thought he was all that. After the guy got all hard and thought he’d get sloppy seconds, Damien laughed and told him a slut like me was something he’d never get and then threw him out of the room. I must say, I look back on that particular fuck very fondly.

But so it went that my rep had gone from bitch to slut despite the fact that I wasn’t fucking anyone at the moment. I didn’t think anyone could ever compare to Damien. Many of the girls that set me up with him told me that I thought right. It was actually several months before someone tried to take possession on me. It turned out to be Gary Jackson. Now Gary wasn’t a bad looking guy. And as reputation goes he was cool. There were even a few girls that swooned over him. But as a Dom, well, it went something like this…

I left the library late one day after school. Since my sex life was dry I was putting my energy into my studies and scoring straight A’s because of it. Gary must have been waiting for me and caught me between the inner and outer doors to the school.

“Hello Kathy.” He greeted smugly.

“Hey Gary.” I said barely noticing his presence.

“I heard you’re in need of a new master.” He told me. That got my attention.

“You saying you know someone?” I asked, making it clear I didn’t consider him.

“I know what you need, bitch.” He said. “You need someone to tell you what to do.”

He moved in closer to me. He was fairly tall but still had to look up slightly because of my heels. He was confident, I’ll give him that.

“You know what I really need, Gary?” I asked.

“Tell me, slut.”

“I need my pussy licked.”

“Beg me and I just may do that for you.”

“No, Gary. I need my pussy licked now and if you want any piece of me, ever, you’ll drop to your knees right now and make me cum.”

Confusion welled up in his eyes.

“I’m not going to-“ He started

“Fine.” I cut him off. “That was you chance to taste me. You don’t want it, I’m gone.”

I pushed him back and started to walk away.

Now a real Master would have grabbed me by the hair, yanked me back and thrown me against the wall, asking “Where the hell do you think you’re going, bitch?” That would have scared me. That would have excited me.

Gary’s response was “No, no, wait. If I lick you I get to fuck you?”

Pathetic.

“No, Gary.” I told him. “You make me cum and I may let you do more sometime. Right now is a test of your skill. You willing to take it?”

All posturing of dominance was gone now.

“Yeah, ok.” He said.

“Not ‘Yeah I guess.’” I corrected. “Yes or no.”

“Yes.”

I put my back to the wall and lifted my skirt slightly. “Then get on your knees and get under here.”

He dropped immediately and I put my skirt over his head. I groped for my panties and pulled them down and then began licking my clit. No playing, no teasing, just straight to business. More points against him. But I hadn’t been licked in so long and there’s only so much pleasure you can give yourself. It took a while but he got me to cum. It wasn’t a huge orgasm but it was satisfactory.

I thanked him and let him stand. His face was coated with my juices. The he moved in to kiss me. My hand came up.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.

“You said-“

“I said ‘Make me cum and I may let you do more sometime.’ Sometime isn’t right now. I have things to do. Give me your number and I’ll call you when I need you.”

“But I-“ He started to argue.

“But what?” I demanded.

He didn’t have a response. Finally he took out a piece of paper and wrote his number down.

“Good boy.” I said, taking the number. I walked to the outer doors and opened them. I turned back just before leaving. “Oh and Gary, if I hear one rumour about me being your bitch, you’ll never touch this body again. Understood?”

“Yes.” He said quietly.

“Good boy.”

Gary became my first sub. He wasn’t that hard to train. Men usually aren’t. They’re pretty much programmed to do anything for sex. I used him primarily as a huge blow-up doll. I rode his cock as he lay on a bed and I let him do me missionary style. I never let him fuck me from behind. That would give him a semblance of control. Damien had taught me just how important it was to never let them have a hint of control. He licked my pussy from under my desk as I did my homework. He gave me massages. And when he annoyed me or I was just feeling playful I would tie him to the bedpost and whip his ass. That was fun. I couldn’t believe what a rush being a dominatrix could be. I could see why Damien did what he did. It wasn’t long before I went out and bought the leather and let me tell you, I looked damn fine in it!

In looking for the leather outfits I found out about the whole BDSM scene. I couldn’t believe it. I had heard about things like it but when I arrived at my first official fet night I was blown away by the people there: Masters and subs dressed to the nines; a play area where the sluts were flogged and spanked and whipped; people advertising rope tying courses and knife play seminars. I was only 19 but luckily that was the legal entry age. The doorman was going to ask for my ID but a stiff stare shut him down. Still, I was younger than most of the people there. A couple Doms came over to try their luck with me. I made it clear I was a Domme and they took it very well. I could see they respected me and didn’t just try to overcome me. On the other hand I also had several subs, both male and female approach me, some ready to submit to me on the spot.

I picked a man in his forties and led him to the play area. I put him over a bench and spanked his ass with the riding crop I had brought along. I enjoyed myself thoroughly on him. It was a wonderful feeling of power having a man over twice my age be my plaything. Twice the attendant warned me to go easy on him. Apparently there were limits to be respected in this place. I caused a crisscross pattern of welts to appear on his ass, with extra lines on his legs and back. Every so often I massaged his ass and even stuck my finger in it and felt him squirm. He was hard as a rock the whole time. When his moans got to the point that I knew he was close I took my crop and shoved it, handle first, into his ass which I had loosened up with my fingers. I spanked him as I shoved the riding crop in and the attendant move immediately to stop me. I knew I had just crossed the lines but I didn’t care. Before he could reach me, though, the sub spurted hot semen all over the bench. I yanked the riding crop free and walked out of the play area. The sub lay there for a while and then rolled of the bench onto the floor with a huge grin on his face.

I stood watching the others in the play area but they had all stopped their play and were staring at my sub. A voice beside me said, “You can get banned for pulling shit like that.”

Without turning to him I answered, “There are other places to go to.”

“True enough.” The voice replied. “But this is one of the better ones and, besides, I like way you improve the décor.”

That made me turn. The guy was direct and bold and I liked that in a man. I smiled at him.

“Keith.” He introduced himself.

“Kathy.” I replied taking his hand. His grip was firm and, of course, he squeezed my hand.

Just then the sub dropped himself at my feet asking. “How may I serve thee, my mistress?”

I looked down and sneered. “I’m not your mistress and I’m done with you for the night.”

He looked up at me filled with shock and sadness. Pathetic. I turned back to Keith. “So what makes this place one of the better ones?”

Keith glanced down at the heartbroken sub before replying, “More serious players here, not a lot of wannabes. Plus they line up shows that are either very entertaining or very educational. Although the demo you just gave could be considered both.”

The sub slinked away from me and went to get a drink at the bar. For the rest of the evening he would watch me and hope that I would call him back.

“That was cold.” Keith observed.

“Not really.” I rebutted. “Any other response would have given him false hope that I was actually interested. I wanted to play. That’s all.”

He shrugged. “Whatever.”

He was trying to be aloof. Not doing too bad a job at it but I could see that he was trying. Just then two very sexy girls were walking by. Both were blonde and slight. One was a b-cup with straight, shoulder-length hair that was done in pigtails. The other an a-cup with longer fuller hair and a large round ass that seemed to stick out of the catholic school girl uniform she wore to match her friend. I stuck my riding crop out stopping one. She was clearly nervous and just a bit scared.

“Are you two sister sluts?” I asked tartly.

“We’re just friends, ma’am.” She replied.

“Owned?” I asked.

“No, ma’am. We’re both looking for Masters but we haven’t found any that really want to do more than fuck us.”

“I can see why.” I stated and they both blushed slightly. “How close are you?”

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

“You know what I’m asking, slut!”

“We-We’ve played a bit but never really-“

“Kiss.”

“I..er..”

“Kiss for me now, sluts.”

They looked at each other. I could see what was going on in their minds. They didn’t want to kiss in public but their submissive nature made them not want to disobey. Finally, they turned toward each other and kissed. It started as a gentle pressing of the lips but they could both feel my eyes on them and their mouths opened slightly. It became more sensual and the held each others arms. Then tongues began to play and their bodies moved closer. Little moans escaped their lips.

I glanced over at Keith who stood mesmerized and took note of his full hard on. Others in the club were watching the two sluts too. They, however, had forgotten that anyone else was around. I decided to remind them.

“Good enough.” I said and grabbed the one with the large ass and pulled her toward the play area. The other stood gawking until I ordered, “Well, come along, slut!”

Then she rushed after us.

I put the slut up on the big X, securing her wrists well. The attendant was already moving to stop me. I turned and smiled as innocently as I could. “I’ll be gentle with this one. I promise.” He raised an eyebrow and folded his arms to watch.

I told the other slut to go around the other side of the X and lift her friend’s skirt up. By doing this the two of them were face to face with the X between them.  I then pulled down her friend’s panties exposing her round ass for everyone to see. Although it was big it didn’t sag. It was actually very beautiful. I felt sorry for her when she got older though.

This time I used my hand and began to spank her. I was intrigued by that ass and wanted to touch it. I started lightly but increased my force quickly until a little yelp came out of her. That was my threshold. I moderated the spanking moving above and below it, sometimes stopping to massage her ass, her thighs or her back. I kept the spanking random and mixed it with sensual touching. She was soon dripping. The other effect of my actions was that with her friend right in front of her and her body getting as hot as it was she leaned forward and started making out again. A bitch mistress spanking a sexy whore while she kissed another: There wasn’t a soft cock in the place. I had never been with a woman before. Damien had fucked me with other whores of his but that was all about servicing him not each other. I decided that would change tonight.

The girls, as it turned out were both 2 years older than me. It didn’t really matter. When it comes to domination I don’t think age really matters at all once you’re 18. I’ve know 18 year-old boys who had 40 year-old married slut that they owned and vice-versa. Experience can be important but sometimes sheer natural talent can go a long way. Combine the two and, yum, you get someone like Damien.

Anyways, they had their own place and I had them take me there. I had them get naked the moment we walked in the door and they eagerly obeyed. Their names were Tammy and Jenny. I didn’t care to remember which was which. I had them kneel on the floor in front of me. Then I walked around them surveying them as I remembered Damien had done to me. They squirmed under my gaze. Finally I plopped myself down on the couch.

“Tammy, come lick my pussy. Jenny, suck on my tits.” I ordered. The crawled over quickly and virtually attacked me. Tammy pulled off my thong with a kind of desperation and Jenny did her best to strip be of my bodice but I had to help her in the end. Now, I have to tell you, Damien’s tongue was amazing as tongues go. He knew what to do and learned my body very well during our time together but a woman knows right from the start what a woman wants. The work those two did on my body put me close to heaven. After my second orgasm I needed to taste those girls’ pussies as well. The three of us fucked and sucked all night in every position three girls could get into. I’ll admit there were times when I lost control and moaned like a slut when they fucked me with their fingers or tongue but they didn’t seem to notice. It just turned them on all the more. We fell asleep at sunrise and woke in the early afternoon. Their first duty was to make me cum and they fulfilled it beautifully. I got their home number and I knew their address. As I left I made a mental note to return with a strap on dildo. I decided that my “coming out” night was a success.

Within a month the girls submitted to me formally. About 3 months after that I had a business man named Joseph swear himself to me along with everything he had. He became but bank note. I won’t use the term sugar daddy because, if anything, he was the child and I was his bitch momma. This also made things easy for me financially, not that I wasn’t without money, having well-off parents, but now I could spend so much more on my outfits and toys and equipment. Joseph owned a house which the girls and I moved into. I took over the master bedroom. The girls shared and room and Joseph slept in a cage at the foot of my bed. There was another bedroom which I let Joseph keep his clothes in but he essentially became our dog when he was home. I was good to him. I patted his head when he was good and made sure one of the girls put food in his dish at mealtime. When I was particularly horny I’d ride his cock and if I enjoyed myself on him I’d let one of the girls suck him off. Sometimes I wondered if he really loved his new life but mostly I didn’t really give a shit about him. He was money and a cock. Apparently he had bought the house back when he thought he’d have a wife and kids someday. Maybe if I got tired of him he’d try again. But at the moment I didn’t care what he wanted. I wanted a dungeon.




My Fair Slut Ch. 07



It didn’t take long to convert the basement and I tested all the equipment thoroughly on the three of them. It was a good time for me but I was still unsatisfied. I had my sluts and I would meet others and bring them home to play with but I would also see other people on the street who I just craved to bring home and make mine. Unfortunately not all people are sluts. It was when I was visiting my cousin Serena that I found the key to my happiness. I arrived early to meet her to take her out for her birthday. Serena was a couple years older than me and in college. She and some friends rented a house together and I walked up to her room to say hi only to find her lying in her bed, frigging herself like a madwoman while a music video played.

“I don’t really get off on videos.” I said closing the door.

She started and covered herself up. “Shit, Kathy! You’re early!”

“Evidently.” I smiled. “Was that your favourite artist?”

“What? Oh! Um, know. It’s just that, well, this guy I used to go to high school with made that video and he is just so damn sexy and it reminds me of him so I play it when I ..er .. when I..”

“Slut out?” I suggested.

She went crimson when I said that and I knew this warranted more investigation.

“Aaawww.” I mocked. “Were you his little slut, Serena?”

“Kathy!” She protested. “You know me better than that!”

“Apparently I don’t know you at all!” I laughed. “Did you fuck him?”

“Well, yeah. Of course I did and he was amazing!”

“Really?” I mused. “And what made him so amazing?”

She thought about it for a while and a confused look came across her face. “You know, it’s a hard thing to put a finger on. I mean he’s good looking and knows how to use his cock but then so do a lot of guys, but Paul, he had something extra that just made you want him.”

“Sex appeal?”

“Maybe. I just know that I think about him all the time and when he’d in the room. I just …I..”

“You’d do anything he said.” She blushed again but didn’t answer. I got on the bed and straddled her. “You would, wouldn’t you? Tell me, cuz, what has he made you do?”

“Kathy!”

“Did you suck his cock?”

“Yes.”

“On your own or did he grab your head,” I said grabbing her head to demonstrate, “and make you choke on him as he fucked your face?” I forced her head to bob like she was being forced to suck. At the same time I adjusted myself on her, making sure I ground my hips on her clit.

“Kathy, please.” She pleaded but her voice had already slipped from her normal tone to a slightly submissive one that I recognized so well.

“Answer me.” I demanded.

“He fucked my face.” She said and tried to turn away from my gaze.

I turned her back. “Did he call you a slut?”

She closed her eyes.

“Did he call you a slut, Serena?”

“Yes” she whispered.

“And did you like it when he called you that?”

“Yes.”

I was grinding her now and could feel her start to respond to me

“Did you call yourself a slut?”

She nodded with her eyes still closed.

“Why?” I reached behind and shoved two fingers in her cunt.

Her eyes shot open and she stared at me. I slowly started to pump her with my hand.

“Answer me!” I demanded tightening my grip on her hair.

“Because I am a slut.” She whispered and a tear ran down her face.

With that I let her head go and grabbed her breast. “I know.” I whispered. She gasped at my touch but made no move to stop me or get out from under me.

“Do you like being Paul’s slut?” I asked pumping harder

“God, yes!” she squealed but I wasn’t quite sure if she was answering me or responding to my fingers

“Did he ever make you fuck a girl?”

“Yes.”

“So you know how to lick a pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

I slid up, pushed the strap of my thong out of the way and buried her face in my cunt. I had to lean back to keep finger fucking her but it wasn’t that uncomfortable. Her tongue worked expertly to make me feel good.

The video continued to play and caught my attention. As she licked me I thought about what this Paul must be like. It was strange but I could almost picture him right then. I had this mental image of him and what it would be like to fuck him. With the thoughts going through me and her tongue inside me it wasn’t long before I came on her face.

“Happy birthday, cuz.” I laughed. “Drink up your present!”

She did. She lapped me up good until I started to get horny again. I thought, “What the hell. It is her birthday. So I turned over and locked her in a 69. She came immediately bucking in my face. I’d forgotten she hadn’t cum yet from my hand. I licked her slowly as she calmed down a bit but then we both succumbed to the mutual licking that was going on. I moaned into her cunt as she moaned into mine. She squeezed my ass and I shoved a finger in hers. It got more and more intense and the music played. But despite how much I was enjoying myself I kept glancing back up at the video and thinking about this Paul, though thoughts of him left my mind when the next orgasm hit.

After we had both cum we lay on the bed for a while. I’m sure she was trying to make sense of what just happened. I watched the next few videos and found myself getting horny again. Just then one of her roommates barged in.

“Ree, if you’re going out tonight can I borrow the vid…e…o. Oops, I’m sorry” she blushed as she realized Serena was not alone.

“What video?” I asked.

“Um, that one.” She answered gesturing at the tv.

“You planning on masturbating to it too?”

It was her turn to go crimson.

“So you’ve fucked Paul too?”

“I ..er.. well she brought him home one night and he was jus so yummy.”

“Was that before or after you’d seen the video?” I asked.

She was confused by the question. “Well I’d seen it several times and I knew Paul made it but I’d never actually met him before. It’s funny. He looked exactly like I’d pictured him.”

“Can I make a suggestion?” I said, “Why don’t the three of us stay in and watch the video together.”

I went and got the strap-on I keep in my trunk for occasions like that one and fucked the two of them silly that night. As we fucked I asked them questions about Paul. As I expected their description of his physical appearance was just what I imagined. For some reason they didn’t seem to make a connection between Paul and the video. In the morning I took it with me, despite protests from both girls. They were adamant about keeping it but the Domme in me won over the sluts in them. 

I watched it from end to end at home and realized that it somehow made you horny. I started from the beginning and went through it in slow motion. It still seemed fine, that is, until about 10 minutes in. It was hard to see even when you were looking for something. This Paul had interlaced images of himself fucking women with the music videos. That wasn’t all though. I found little pieces of text that said “you are a slut and Paul Knight is you Master.” “you will do whatever Paul Knight tells you.” “Obey Paul Knight.” But there were also other such as “Never lend this video.” and “This video is for you and your family only.” That explained the girls not wanting to give it to me. I could see why Paul didn’t want it getting around. Someone like me could discover his secret and send him to jail. Well, that wouldn’t actually be someone like me. I had other plans for Mr. Knight.

The plan I came up with pretty simple. I used his videos as a guide to create a series of my own. Making a set of videos and convincing him to watch them was the challenge so I needed some reason to make him want to watch the videos. I needed bait. I realized that the best bait I had was me. If Paul was anything like me then he’d want to turn an attractive outgoing person into a slut of his. If he was a lot like me it would be someone who isn’t at all impressed by him and in fact tends to ignore him. God knows, it drive me crazy when any man ignores me. As luck would have it a sub of mine went to his college already. Through her I got his course load. By September I was enrolled in the same college. I put myself in his elective that year made sure we met but also made sure not to really give him more than a passing glance. He took the bait.

There was a video series that you could go through for the course. I copied it and made up my own subliminal messages patterned on his methods. I was as careful as possible but had no idea if this was going to work. Still, if it didn’t I figured may still be able to get him if his dominance was in his tapes and not his person. I had my sub working at the library the day I mentioned the tapes to him. As predicted he signed them out. I sat back for a week to let him work on them. The biggest hurtle now was if he saw my subliminal message when trying to put his own in. I gambled that if the tapes worked like his he would forget about editing and just watch. Soon I started paying attention to him and placed my trigger word “Tiger” in him. I watched as he slowly became my little plaything. When I was sure he was mine I invited him over to what I planned to be his night of submission. I was wrong about that. It turns out I wasn’t as good as I thought. Paul figured it out. I expected him to beat the shit out of me but he took it well. In fact, he proposed. Well, not right at that moment.

When Paul graduated he started up his own business with funds from rich wives he controlled. We moved in together much to the disappointment of my house of subbies. I don’t know what became of them. Don’t really care either. During the start up year of Paul’s business we made several new slaves through tapes and hypnosis. I always insisted on watching him hypnotize a new victim for two reasons. It turned me on and I learned the technique. Paul made me his slut. I knew he would try but I didn’t resist. I missed being Damien’s slut and this was just as good. Better, if you factor in the sluts I got to have. But there was one added bonus. My trigger was still there. I put suggestions into Paul while he slept and tested the trigger every few months. I’d make him my slut for a few hours and bring him out of it. I really like him better as my master so now I only do it on my birthday. I like the way his eyes glaze over when he changes. Today was the exception though.

The day was a jumble. I remember Liz bringing over some clients for me to fuck, Jeff and Shaun, and I remember that Shaun was particularly good. But then all of a sudden Paul was with us and he suggested we all go to the office just after 5pm. When we got there we ushered out anyone that was working late and walked back into Paul’s office. Jim was sitting in Paul’s desk. That was weird.

Jim asked “What the hell is this?” in a strangely compelling and authoritative voice. Paul told him to sit and listen

“Who are your friends, slut?” Jim asked. I couldn’t believe he would talk to Paul like that.

Paul chuckled, “Sorry, that won’t work anymore. Not on me or Liz or even Kathy.”

Jim looked a bit worried.

“Tell him what to do, Kathy.”

I’m not sure why he wanted me to say this but I said, “Tiger, go kneel at Jim’s feet and do whatever he tells you.”

It didn’t make sense. Why would I call Jim tiger and ask him to kneel at his own feet? But my Master ordered it so I obeyed. Jim’s eyes seemed to change and he rose and began to walk around his desk.

It was then that Jeff fastened the cuffs I wore behind my back and whispered something to me. In that instant Paul and Jim seemed to switch places and the horror of what was happening hit me. They had taken control of my Master and they had used me to do it! Jeff gagged me so I couldn’t snap Paul out of it. They wanted me to see this, those bastards. How could they be so evil?

Jim turned and smiled at his friends and Liz. They smiled back.

“From now on things are going to be different.” He said turning back to Paul. “You are going to be a good little slut and do everything I tell you.” He turned to grin at his friends again. Their smiles of triumph quickly turned to frowns of worry, however, and Jim turned back quickly to see why. Paul was pointing a gun at his head.

“Or,” Paul suggested cocking the gun, “I could just do this.”

***

To be concluded…



My Fair Slut Ch. 08



This is the final chapter in the series. New readers, you’d better go back and read the other chapters to know what the hell is going on and to make the Epilogues meaningful.

It has been both a joy and a challenge writing this story and I hope you all enjoyed it. Thank you so much for the great ratings and the feedback both good and bad. It’s all helped to improve My style and give Me great boosts of confidence, although if you know Me then you know that boosts of confidence might be overkill. ;-)

May your fantasies come true if you truly wish it.

-Boratus

Paul smiled at all the stunner faces in the room. “Oh come now, gentlemen. Did you really think that after all the years I’ve been doing this I’d let myself be controlled by anyone? I let Kathy think she had her hold on me so that she could really enjoy her birthdays. I removed that trigger as soon as I found out about it though.”

Across the room, Shaun moved toward the door.

“Uh uh!” Paul warned. “You just got here. Don’t just leave.” Then he glanced at Jeff.

“Jeffrey, so glad you could come.”

“Excuse me? Have we met before?” Jeff asked.

“Not personally.” Replied Paul. “But I’ve been an observer of your work for a while now.”

“Observer?” Jeff asked.

“Given what I do to people there’s always the chance that they might realize how they’re being influenced.” Paul explained. “If that were to happen the best person to go see would be a hypnotherapist. So I keep tabs on all the hypnotherapists in the city. Lucky for me there are only about a dozen of you.”

“And just how do you keep track of us?”

“Good question. It’s not like I can just give you a subliminal video or hypnotize you myself. However, you all have receptionists, assistants, wives. I’ve been fucking your assistant for a couple years now. I’m surprised you haven’t. You know she has this fantasy of you asking her into your office and hypnotizing her and having your way with her?”

Jeff was stunned. He had fantasized about the same thing. There were times when Sally had come to work wearing an outfit that just made him want to jump over her desk and fuck her right there. Now he realized he could have been fucking her all the time and meanwhile Paul was. The revelation made him both hate and admire Paul.

“So, then. How long has this little conspiracy been building?” Paul asked.

“Months.” Jim lied. “We just had trouble getting access to Kathy without your knowing.

“Tsk tsk.” Paul grinned. “You’re a horrible liar, Jim. You managed to escape your mental prison a few days ago. I wouldn’t think it’s been longer than that.”

“What difference does it make?” Jim argued “It’s over. We’ve broken your hold. We’re going to expose you. Just give it up.”

Paul shook his head. “If you were going to expose me you would have brought the police. Since they’re not here I’m guessing you didn’t just want to stop me. You got greedy. You want it all, don’t you, Jim?”

“What if I do? Are you going to shoot me? How are you going to explain it? There are too many witnesses here. Jeff and Shaun will be out the door before I hit the ground. And I don’t think you’ll be able to make subliminal tapes in prison.”

“Did you acquire a backbone in the last couple days as well, Jim? Let’s see what we can do about that. Revert orange kittens one week.”

Jim was silent. His eyes seemed to glaze over for a second. If all eyes weren’t on him they may have noticed a similar effect taking place with Kathy and Liz.

Jim didn’t know how he had gotten inside Paul’s office. The last thing he remembered he was catching up on some work at his desk. Kathy and Liz wondered how they had gotten from fucking at Jim’s house to standing in the office fully clothed.

“That should undo your mischief, Jim.”

“What did you do?” Jeff asked, confused.

“I erased all their memories for the last week.”

“Their memories?”

“Kathy and Liz too.”

“But I removed-“

“You removed all the triggers that I could cause.” Paul finished for him.

“But not the ones that anyone could cause.” Jeff realized aloud.

“You just have to know the password.” Paul smiled.

“But now we do.” Shaun stated.

“Yes, and what are you going to do? Erase their memories back to childhood?” Paul challenged. When he got no response he continued. “And now that they don’t remember you removing the triggers…”

“The triggers are back.” Jeff sighed, defeated.

“Sluts, get on your knees.” Paul ordered

Liz and Kathy dropped immediately. Jim, however, did not move. A part of him realized that Paul was also addressing him. That part got angry about it. He knew now a week of his life was missing but there was something else missing as well. A part of him was gone, seemingly dead, but there was something replacing it. Something strong and dark that resented Paul fiercely for calling a slut.

Paul was surprised when Jim didn’t move. “Well, now, this is interesting.” He was a little worried about what had changed in Jim but hid it from the others and tried a different tactic. “Be yourself, Jim and drop your pants.”

Jim immediately remembered just who Paul was and what Paul had done to him. Hatred flared but at the same time his hands undid his belt buckle and pushed his pants down.

“You fucker!” Jim yelled.

“Sluts, remove your clothes and fuck each other on the floor.” Paul told the girls. They immediately started stripping and helping each other to strip, kissing and licking each other the whole time. All the men’s eyes were focused on them as the slipped into a 69 and licked each other’s pussies.

“Jack yourself off.” Paul ordered and Jim’s hand started pumping hard.

“I’ll fucking kill you if I get the chance!” Jim continued.

Paul looked at him curiously. “You know, Jim, I believe you would. Yesterday I wouldn’t believe you capable of killing but today… I don’t know what you did but it’s impressive. No matter. Cum on your face.”

Jim bent over and his cock spurted cum all over his face. Paul chuckled. Jeff and Shaun stood in awe.

Then Paul held the gun out to Jim. Take the gun and aim it at your friends.”

Jim did as he was told.

“Shoot them if they try to leave.” Paul added before addressing the men. “Now gentlemen, what am I going to do about you two?”

“Let us go and call it even?” Shaun suggested.

Paul chuckled. “So what’s your motivation in all this? Friendship? Or is it something more basic? Pussy?”

“What are you getting at?”

“What did they say to get you here? That you could get in on all the sluts they’d have when this was over?”

Shaun glanced down at Kathy and Liz who were moaning into each other’s cunts, obvious to the deadly situation around them. Just then Kathy cried out in an orgasm muffled between Liz’s legs. Shaun’s cock hardened in his pants and did not go unnoticed by Paul.

“Think about this, uh, what is your name?”

“Shaun.”

“They want to steal the sluts I have but I made them all sluts. I could make any girl you want your slut. Think about it. Is there anyone out there you want? Is there some bitch that shot you down that you’d love to make your personal whore?”

“And what do I have to do for this?” Shaun asked doubtfully.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Exactly. Jim will kill Jeff here. I will place the memory of him walking in on Jeff fucking Liz and then killing him. He’ll go to jail. I get Liz. You get whoever you want, as many as you want, for saying nothing.”

“Don’t listen to him, Shaun!” Jeff yelled.

“Shut up, Jeffrey, or I’ll tell Jim to shoot you now.” Paul ordered

“You’re going to kill me anyway!” Jeff exclaimed.

“How do I know I can trust you?” asked Shaun.

Jeff looked incredulous. “How can you even think of siding with him?!”

“Are you kidding? All the sluts I want versus a bullet in the ass?”

Liz screamed as a double orgasm rocked her body.

“Five minutes from now you could be enjoying both of them.” Paul suggested.

Shaun stared at the two women. His cock ached to be released from his pants. “Ok done.”

“Good!” Paul announced. “Jim you may shoot.”

“I can shoot the fucker?” Jim asked.

“Yes.” Paul said but then turned quickly to take his statement back.

The gun went off and Paul cried out as a bullet passed through his thigh. He dropped to the ground grasping it.

“There’s only one fucker in here.” Jim stated.

The girls had stopped fucking. Jeff and Shaun froze in place. Paul opened his mouth to speak.

Jim began to yell. “Shoot the fucker! Shoot the fucker! Shoot the fucker!”

“Did he just lose his fucking mind?” Shaun asked.

Jeff quickly realized what was happening. “He’s yelling so he can’t hear Paul’s orders. Quick! Gag Paul!”

Shaun quickly changed sides once more and grabbed one of the girl’s bras, turning it into a makeshift gag. When he was done his looked down at Paul. “Guess you’re not going to be giving any orders now, are ya bitch?”

Suddenly Kathy was grabbing onto his waist. He was about to panic and hit her when she started undoing his pants. A moment later his cock was snuggly in her mouth.

Jim continued to stand aiming the gun at Paul. He knew he could do no other action except shoot Paul again and, as much as he wanted to, he kept himself in check.

“Uh, Jeff.” He said. “I could use a little help here.”

***

An hour or so later Jeff had returned Jim and Liz to their normal selves. Paul had been tied up although his wound had been taken care of. He was lucky the bullet made a clean exit and didn’t shatter any bones. While Jeff was busy with Liz and Jim, Shaun fucked the hell out of Kathy. Jim had hoped Paul would be upset watching his wife get used like that but he was far too used to it. When they were ready they removed Paul’s gag.

“So what now?” Paul asked. “You going to kill me?”

“No, that’s not what we had in mind at all.” Jim said. “I’d like to make you a partner.”

“What?” Paul asked not knowing where this was going.

“Let me rephrase.” Said Jim. “I’d like to make ME a partner and you a silent partner. We’ll draw up papers making me your partner in this business. The split will be 70% for me and 30% for you. You, however, will not have to work. You and Kathy will go away to someplace warm and exotic and I’ll run the business. You can live happily with her and any sluts you make wherever you go. I know you’ll make some more. But you will NEVER try to retake this business or exact revenge on me. There’s really no reason. Considering what you’ve put me through, you’re getting off easy.”

“I am at that.” Paul smiled. “Agreed.”

“Agreed?!” Jeff exclaimed. “Just like that? I don’t buy it. He’s up to something.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Jim stated. “He’s not going anywhere until the papers have been drawn up and signed and we’ll see him and Kathy every step of the way to the airport.”

“What about Kathy?” Shaun asked. “You said he gets to take her with? I wanted to have that slut.”

Jim gave Shaun a stared that might have killed him. “You turned on us for pussy! You’re lucky to get anything. But you know the score here so you’ll get some sluts to keep you quiet.” Then he turned back to Paul. “Oh and one last thing. Before you go you’ll change your video tapes to make Me the Master of whoever watches them instead of you?”

“Planning on making your own sluts, are you Jim?” Paul asked.

“No.” Jim answered sharply. “But I’ll need to hire a replacement for Me and I’ll have to make him oblivious to what goes on in that office, not a slut like you made Me!”

“Yes, Fridays would be hard to explain.” Paul agreed.

***

Epilogue 1

Shaun waited impatiently for his slut to arrive. Jim and Paul had given him a videotape to use and he had given it to the girlfriend of one his friends who he had been lusting after for years. She was his slut now and he had been enjoying her every night for weeks. Soon he would add another woman to the list and slowly create his own harem.

There was a knock on his apartment door. He sat naked in his recliner. When she entered he would have her do a strip tease for him and then crawl over and suck his cock. Then she would service him all night as his maid, his bitch and his fuck toy.

“Enter.” He commanded.

Heather stepped in the door, a stunning brunette with short moussed hair, an hourglass body. She wore “fuck me” boots, fishnet garters, a tanned leather skirt and a white semi-seethrough blouse.

Shaun whistled his approval.

“On your knees, slut.” She ordered.

“Yes, Mistress.” Shaun responded as he hopped off the recliner and dropped to his knees as ordered. His nights of watching videotapes with Heather had not had the effect he thought. He was himself normally, a slut when commanded to be and could not remember anything about the videotape except when he was alone. 

“Now crawl over here and lick my pussy. I need a good orgasm after the day I’ve had.”

Shaun obediently crawled to her and began lapping up her clit and pussy.

“We’re going to have such a good time tonight, My slut.” Heather grinned. “I’ve brought the strap-on.”

Epilogue 2

Sally gripped the desk as Jeffrey pounded into her dripping cunt from behind. She screamed as yet another orgasm ripped through her. She couldn’t believe Jeff had finally taken her. She became so wet whenever he put her under. She loved being controlled by him. Jeff felt himself getting close.

“Where do you want it, slut?” he asked.

“In my face, Master!” she exclaimed.

He pumped her a few more times and then pulled out and turned her around quickly. His cock sprayed white hot jism all over her and when it stopped she lunged forward and sucked what she could from his deflating penis before scooping up the cum on her face and drinking it down too.

“Mmmmmmm, that was wonderful, Master.”

Jeff still wasn’t used to hearing that from her. He didn’t know if he ever would be, but she loved calling him that. He realized that that was why Jim had not given him Angela. She needed a real Master. Jeff was just a horny man. But he did get to fuck her on occasion.

“Master?” Sally said seeing him lost in thought.

“Sorry, Sally, just remembering something.”

“What, Master?”

“Nothing that concerns you.”

“Ok, Master.”

She never tires of calling me that, he thought.

“Oh, Master, a Jasmin Ling has an appointment on Thursday. I’ve recommended hypnotherapy for her.”

“You have? You’re not qualified to make recommendations for patients.”

“Oh I don’t know if she needs it or not, Master, but I do know that when you see her you’re going to want to fuck her. And a few sessions of hypnotherapy will make that possible.”

“Sally!” Jeff exclaimed in shock.

Sally giggled and snuggled up next to him. “I just want to make my Master happy. And believe me this woman will do that. Maybe if you let me, we can both fuck her!”

Jeff sighed. What a change had come over his sweet receptionist. And at the same time he knew he hadn’t really changed her. He just let the real her out. His life was certainly going to be different from now on.

Epilogue 3

“Ride your Master’s cock, slut! Show Him how much you love it!”

Angela squatted on Jim’s cock, bouncing up and down in sheer ecstasy. It wasn’t just the cock, it wasn’t just the fact that she had a Master now, it was also the orders being yelled by her Mistress who also happened to be her daughter.

She couldn’t believe it when they arrived at her house, Jim and Liz looking at her in a way she had never seen before. Before she could place a finger on it Liz came up and hugged her fiercely and then stood behind while Jim did the same. When she pulled out of her embrace with him though Liz quickly grabbed her hands and cuffed them behind her back. Angela didn’t know what to make of it. Jim grabbed her by the hair and pulled her struggling to the billiard room and threw her against the table.

“Liz! Jim! Please. What-“

“Shut up, slut!” Liz yelled at her.

Angela couldn’t believe her ears. Did her daughter just call her a slut? She couldn’t know the truth, could she?

“We’re here to give you what you deserve.” Liz told her. A second later her dress was lifted up and her panties were pulled down.

“Liz please. Stop what you’re doing. What have I done? Ah!”

Jim spanked her hard on the ass.

“Shut up, bitch!” he ordered and spanked her again. “You will not speak unless spoken to. Is that understood?” He hit her twice more.

“But-“ she began

He hit her again hard. “Is that understood?!”

“Yes.” She whimpered.

“Yes what?” He asked.

God! She thought. They do know. But why do this to her? “Yes, sir.” She said softly.

He continued spanking her and she squealed as her ass got redder and more sore. The whole time, though, her cunt got wetter.

Suddenly Liz grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. “Are you enjoying this, slut?” she asked.

“Ugh!” was all Angela could get out as the spanking continued. She did her best to nod her head although the nod was only because she knew that that was what Liz wanted to see. Angela’s mind spun with the situation. This was wrong. Her daughter was calling her a slut while her son spanked her ass. She was ashamed and yet the forcefulness of her daughter made her only wetter.

Abruptly the spanking stopped and she felt the hardness of Jim’s erection sliding along her clit.

“Oh God!” she gasped. “Jim, no!”

A hard swat to her ass cut her pleas off with a whimper. Liz pulled her to the side of the table a bit and lifted her up so they faced each other. She smiled at her mother who had tears running down her face. Then she tore open Angela’s top and yanked down her bra. Her massive breasts flopped into view. Liz grabbed her nipples and squeezed as hard as she could. Angela’s eyes went wide with shock and pain and then they shut as an orgasm hit her. “My Godddddddd!” she cried.

Liz grinned. “I thought you’d like that.”

Angela just began to recover when Jim shoved his cock into her. Liz began to play with her tits. Jim pounded his cock in her dripping cunt and continued to spank her.

“Please. This is wrong.” Angela whimpered but her ass pushed back to meet Jim’s thrusts. Liz squeezed her nipples again and twisted them.

“What was that, slut?” Liz asked

“L-L-Liz, please y-you’re my dau-daughter. Oh fuck!”

“Uh uh, slut. From now on you will address me as Mistress and my husband as Master.”

“What?!”

Jim slapped her hard twice and thrust forward with all his might.

“GOD!” Angela screamed.

Liz grabbed her mother’s hair again and locked eyes with her. “We’re taking you away from here to live with us, slut. You will spend your days serving us and fucking anyone we tell you to. You’ll get to be yourself. Your true self. The slut you really are.”

“You father just won’t let me-“

“Don’t worry he’ll go for the deal we have in mind.”

“I-I can’t be a slut to my own daughter.” Angela pleaded.

“Oh really?” Liz asked as she twisted Angela’s nipples again.

Angela gasped. Her orgasm was approaching like a freight train. And then suddenly Liz let go and Jim pulled out.

“NOOOO!”

“Aw, I thought you wanted us to stop?”

“Please! I’m so close!” Angela pleaded as she squirmed on the table trying to get herself off. Jim pulled her back so she couldn’t rub her clit.

“Say please, Mistress, let me cum.”

Angela decided not to say it. If she could hold out then the feeling would eventually subside. She was just so damn close. Then Jim spanked her once.

“Fuck!” Angela moaned. Her plan shattered with the smack. They would keep her on the edge of orgasm until she relented. She didn’t know what to do. She was a slut. She knew it but a slut to her daughter? She thought about the implications. This was crazy. But then she thought about what Liz promised her. Being fucked all the time. Serving these two. Being away from her husband. Fucked all the time. All the time.

“Please, Mistress, let me cum.”




My Fair Slut Ch. 08



Jim plowed back into her. Liz grabbed her tits again. Angela came hard. She screamed as it hit her not trying to hold back at all. Jim didn’t stop pumping though and soon another one came. “Yes!” she yelled. “Fuck me, Master! Fuck your horny slut!”

Jim and Liz smiled at each other. It had been easier than they had expected. Liz hugged her mother and kissed her passionately. “You’re going to be so happy from now on, mother. We all are.”

That had been weeks ago. Liz’s words had been true. Angela could not count the amount of times she had been fucked since. She could not believe when the therapist she had seen before had another go at her. Well, he’d been back a few times. She loved her Master and Mistress. She willingly did whatever they asked of her and whomever. She was their slut, their whore. She loved her life.

Jim lay on the bed looking up at Angela riding his cock. He couldn’t believe what a wild slut his mother was but like mother, like daughter he guessed. Business was going well. He had hired a replacement for himself and had the guy watching training videos. He swore he wasn’t going to do to this man, Sanjay, what was done to him. He would just make Sanjay oblivious to the goings on in the office. Today, however, Sanjay’s wife, Prisha, came to the office. She was Indian and sexy as hell. The chocolate skin, the pouting lips, the long black hair seemed burned into his memory. She was so reserved and proper. Jim imagined she could become quite wild if she lowered her inhibitions. Sanjay didn’t seem the type to do that though. He was very proper and all business. They didn’t even kiss when they greeted each other. A woman like that needs to let her passion out, Jim thought. I’d be doing her a favour if I helped her.

Though it was Angela bouncing up and down on his cock, Jim saw Prisha looking down at him, her dark tits bouncing, her black hair floating. He came harder than he had since he first fucked Angela. Yes, he told himself, she needs My help.

Epilogue 4

Paul worked diligently on his new videotapes. Jim had confiscated everything from him and he had to start from scratch. They had a nice place in Hawaii now. No more winters, beautiful women to prey on, no actual work to do anymore. The more he thought about it the more he was happy with the arrangement. He just needed more sluts. He’d fucked Kathy every way possible and though he loved her and she was a good way to get off, he needed more sluts under his control to be really happy. A few more weeks and that wouldn’t be a problem though.

When the doorbell rang Kathy got up to see who it was in her negligee.

“Mrs. Knight?” A large man asked her.

“Yes, may I help you?”

“We’ve been sent here by Jim MacKay to take care of your husband.”

“Take care of him?” Kathy asked looking at the four large men on her porch and wondering how they could be so polite about something that was obviously threatening.

“Yes, we were told we’d get no objections from you.”

“Objections to what?”

“We’ll be here for the next three weeks. We’ll be using your husband as we please in that time. Jim said it was a favour owed.”

“Yes” Kathy agreed. “I suppose it is.” She was summing up the men and licking her lips. Her pussy began to leak at what was to come. The other three men entered the house. The one she was talking to was about to follow when she stopped him. “And what am I supposed to do for the next three weeks?” She asked very suggestively.

He grinned at her. “Oh that’s been taken care of too.”

With that he walked in. Kathy began to close the door when a large hand stopped it. Her eyes went wide in recognition.

“Damien!” she gasped.

“Well, well, My slut remembers Me.” He chuckled. “I guess I am hard to forget.”

Inside Paul could be heard swearing and screaming amongst the sounds of struggles.

“That guy paid Me a good sum of cash to fuck some slut in front of her husband. If I’d known it was you I’d have done it for less.” He grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her in for a kiss. She melted into his arms. “Come on, kitten. Let’s go show your husband who your Master is while he becomes a slut.”

Damien walked into the house. Kathy began to close the door again but then looked out both ways a last time in case there were any more surprises. She smiled to herself and shut and locked the door, muffling out Paul’s cries to the world outside.

Fin

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