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The Claiming of Jennifer Kim Ch. 01

By: MisterX_714



[Prologue]

I think my favorite moment with Jennifer was when she realized that I had her. It was that look on her face when it all hit her. 

All those panicked thoughts and emotions rushing through her head suddenly turning to a shocked realization. At that moment she knew that I owned her. She knew that I could make her do whatever I wanted her to do. She had no choice at all.

Actually I suppose she did have a choice; she could turn herself in for being part of the cheating ring in BIO 104 that semester. All the rest had been expelled, and of course she would be expelled as well. Or, she could give herself to me, the TA who caught her red-handed.

I am sure she wondered why her friends had been expelled, and she had not. It was a simple oversight, I would explain. I just missed her exam on the first pass. The details are not really irrelevant. The bottom line was that if I turned her in, she would be expelled from the university. If I did not turn her in, she would keep her "A" on the midterm, and be on the path to medical school or whatever.

I could see her thoughts turn quickly. The panic of getting caught was instantly replaced with dread as she focused her sights on me. I could see her wondering in horror about what I would demand of her. Would it be sexual? Would she have to take off her clothes or perform kind of sexual act on me? Thoughts like those may have disgusted her at that moment, but it was definitely better than facing her parents back home.

I should mention now that Jennifer is Asian. Korean I think. Well, at least her parents were Korean; Jennifer grew up here in Southern California. I only mention this because I have heard that the pressure to do well in school is a lot more intense for Asian American kids. Maybe that's why she felt the need to cheat on that midterm. All that extra pressure from her family made her do some desperate things. I think it is true. I could see it in her eyes: that "Oh, God ... please, no!" look of complete desperation.

"What would I have to do?" She asked me feebly, as I smiled, all smug and victorious.

That was the moment she surrendered to me. 

"Well Miss Kim," I said, "First, why don't you unbutton your blouse?"

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly, reluctantly undid the first button.

I started easy that day, but over the following weeks and months I would go on to turn this cute little Asian coed into my own personal sex slave. I would punish her, dominate her, humiliate her, and fuck her mercilessly. I would force her to perform for my pleasure. I would relish in her total submission and debasement. I would push her to new depths of depravity. This gorgeous little over-achieving pre-med freshman would be transformed into a naked, groveling, shoe-licking whore. And the best part of it is ... she would grow to love it.

[End of Prologue]

[Chapter 1]

That first time I made Jennifer Kim strip for me, I felt an incredible rush of erotic energy. The feeling of complete power was intoxicating. We were in the lab supply room on campus and I had just finished revealing the fact that I had discovered she had cheated on the midterm. She knew she had no choice but to obey my orders.

I remember how tearful and reluctant she was as she slowly peeled each article of clothing off of her petite Asian frame. It took forever, but I was patient. I had plenty of time and I enjoyed every painful moment of her humiliation. 

As she stood naked and trembling before me, I noticed that she had a rather attractive body. As a college freshman, she was young and nubile, with pleasant curves, and soft, smooth skin. Thankfully she was not too skinny, despite her Korean heritage. This was a pleasant surprise. 

You see I had never really been especially attracted to Asian girls. I know a lot of white guys have an Asian fetish, but I never understood why. There were many Asian communities in Orange County where I grew up, so there were many Asian girls around. Some were cute I guess. But I always dated the blonde cheerleader types in high school, and then the brainy art majors in college. 

Asian girls always seemed distant somehow. Like they were just out of reach. They always seemed to hang out together in huge groups. They were always either studying or they were in some big church group. Asian girls like Jennifer Kim acted like they were too good for guys like me. 

So now that I had her under my control, the fact that she was Asian was a huge turn on for me. It was like I had stolen her from another tribe. I felt like I had captured her and kidnapped her away from her people, and now she was my captive. I don't know if me being white made it worse for her or not. 

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"What would I have to do?" She asked me feebly, as I smiled, all smug and victorious.

That was the moment she surrendered to me. 

"Well Miss Kim," I said, "First, why don't you unbutton your blouse?"

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly, reluctantly undid the first button.

Instantly my cock became hard. She was really doing it. She kept her eyes closed as she unbuttoned the second button exposing her delicate cleavage and the top of her sensible white Victoria's Secret Bra.

She took another deep breath as she finished unbuttoning her blouse. 

"Take it off, Jennifer." I said sternly. I wasn't asking her to do it, I was telling her to do it, and she knew it.

"Please." she begged "Not here. Somebody could walk in."

"That's not my problem Jennifer." I said, firm but calm. "Now take it off."

I could tell she was holding back tears as she removed her blouse. 

"Set it on the bench." I commanded. "Then undo your jeans and drop them down to your knees."

Her eyes widened. She stood motionless. I said nothing. Silence hung in the air. 

Finally she set the blouse on the lab bench. Then she closed her eyes again in shame as she slowly unbuttoned her jeans. She took another deep breath which made her breasts heave ever so slightly as she slipped her thumbs into the sides of her True Religions, and then bent over, pushing them down to gather around her knees.

She stood up straight and wrapped her arms around herself in a vain attempt to preserve her modesty. 

"Arms at your sides" I snapped.

She obeyed. Good girl. 

I sat down on a chair and looked at her, admiring her form. Her pert breasts, her flat stomach, the curve of her hips. She wore light blue bikini panties. Her smooth thighs were pressed tightly together. Now her eyes were open, staring straight ahead with hard resolve. Her teeth were probably clenched behind here tightly closed lips. She was trying to power through this indignity. I have to admit, the girl had spirit.

"Okay." I smiled. "Lose the bra Jennifer."

"Please David" Her strong resolved eyes suddenly became pleading and pitiful. "Please no..."

"You will address me as 'Sir'." I said coldly.

She looked at me, stunned and confused.

"Do you understand Jennifer?"

"Y-yes .... Sir." Her eyes dropped.

"Now take off your fucking bra and set it on the fucking bench!" I said calmly but with some anger.

As she reached up to the clasp between her breasts, she began to cry. She opened the clasp and freed her breasts. She slid the tangle of straps off her shoulders and almost angrily slammed the bra down on the bench next to her blouse. She then placed her arms at her sides without being told, allowing a full view of her lovely well-shaped boobs and their perky pink nipples. 

I smiled as I examined at her exposed breasts. They were not the best tits I had ever seen, but they fit her shape very well. I wouldn't change a thing about them.

"Very nice Jennifer." I said smiling at her obvious discomfort.

She did not respond. 

In time I would train her to thank me for giving her such a compliment, but right now she was clearly overwhelmed with embarrassment, so I was not going to push it just yet.

"Okay Jennifer." I said gently, in a reassuring tone. "Now the panties."

Her crying intensified. Her face was red and tears streamed down her face. I waited. She looked at me, begging me through her tears. I raised an eyebrow as if to say "Well, get on with it."

Then she did it. 

She looped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her creamy thighs to the crumble of her jeans around her ankles. Then, as she sobbed openly in complete humiliation, she straightened her body, with arms diligently at her sides, fists clenched. And she stood before me completely naked.

At that point all I could do as a man was stare directly at her bush. There must be some evolutionary drive that male primates have: when a female sex organ is exposed, the rest of the world disappears. 

Her little tuft of pubic hair was perfect. It was as black as the hair on her head. She had trimmed it slightly so that it was not unruly, but there was still enough to protect her modesty.

I was glad that she had not shaved it bald. I hate it when women do that. It makes them look slutty, or worse, it makes them look like a little girl. However, I do enjoy forcing a woman to shave herself bald, or tying a woman up and shaving her myself. I realize that is a contradiction, but there you have it. It's a domination thing. 

"Now clasp your hands behind your neck." I said.

She did so without objection, but she continued to sob. Now she stood in the classic Gorean "display" position. I am sure that young Jennifer Kim would have no idea what "Gorean" was, but in time she would. Indeed she would learn every Gorean slave position out there. She would learn to dance for me and please me like only a skilled "Kajira" could. But that was many weeks away.

Right now, at this moment, I paused and let her stand there naked. I liked watching her stand there under my control as she cried. I liked seeing her trendy jeans and expensive panties tangled up around her ankles. My cock was rock hard and I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to bend her over a lab stool, grab a handful of her long dark hair, and take her from behind right there in the lab supply room. But I knew it was too soon. Sure, I could easily overpower her, but I wanted to dominate her psychologically. Breaking her down was going to be a long process, and I needed to be patient.

"Turn around Jennifer." I said. "I would like to see your ass."

She turned for me obediently, a little awkward with her jeans around her ankles, and presented her beautiful bare ass to me. 

With her hands behind her neck and her elbows high. Her hourglass shape looked absolutely breathtaking. She was a portrait of sumptuous femininity. I think that waist-to-hip curve was my favorite part of her body. 

I had not planned on touching her at all for that first meeting, but now I simply could not help myself. I stood and approached her from behind. I placed both of my hands lightly on her hips. She shuddered a bit, but did not break her stance. I let my hands roam forward over her hips and down the fronts of her upper thighs as I lightly pressed my chest against her back, and my crotch rubbed against her ass. My erection was raging behind my jeans.

Oh my god, her skin was so soft. I have never felt skin like that. Her straight dark hair smelled so good up close. Now I was starting to understand why so many white guys are in to Asian girls. I slid my hands up her stomach, and cupped each of her breasts. She gasped. At that moment I could have sworn she pushed back slightly on my chest and cock...could this girl possibly be turned on?

I gently squeezed her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. I did not want to hurt her yet. I just wanted to play and explore. I wanted to let her know that I was in charge, and that I could do whatever I wanted to her. As I fondled her breasts I felt her hear racing. 

At this point, touching her pussy would have ended it. She would have screamed, and called the cops or something. I had already gone to far by touching her skin and fondling her breasts. I should have saved that for the second meeting. This meeting should have just been about making her expose her body at my behest and that's all. 

This was stage one. I had a plan, and I needed to stick to the plan. First meeting: make her strip. Second meeting: touch her body and fondle her breasts. Third Meeting: touch her pussy. 

If I wasn't careful, she would freak out and I would lose my job and maybe even end up in jail. So as I write this now, I can say that I really don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the smell of her hair or the softness of her skin. Perhaps it was how fast her heart was beating, or how her breathing had changed as I played with her breasts. Maybe it was all of those things. But in a moment of uncharacteristic recklessness I slid my right hand down, caressing her belly slowly, then I ran my palm over her pubis, and hooked my middle finger into her pussy.

To my utter amazement, innocent young Jennifer Kim was completely wet. 

She gasped loudly and tightened her pussy around my fingers as she clenched her ass and pressed her thighs together with my hand in between them. She was so wet my finger had slipped in very easily, but now her clenched thighs trapped it. I think my middle finger was resting on her clitoris, but it was hard to tell. I rubbed a little, and she let out a little moan. Jackpot. 

My mind was racing. What the hell was I doing fingering her so soon? It's like I had lost control. This girl with the soft skin and nice-smelling hair was making me crazy. She was making me lose control. And I never lose control. I needed to reassert my dominance.

"Well, well, well..." I said in a mocking tone. "It looks like you are actually enjoying this. You are soaking wet. Are you enjoying this Jennifer?"

She whimpered a "mnghh" an squirmed a little.

"Answer me Jennifer." I said, continuing to mock her. "You like it don't you?"

"No." she panted.

I laughed. "Then why are you so wet? Huh, Jennifer?" I rubbed her clit a little more. My plan was completely destroyed now.  She moaned, but I couldn't tell if it was a protest moan or a moan of desire. She unclasped her hands and grabbed my wrists. Uh-oh.

I pulled my finger out of her pussy and took my other hand off of her breast. I stepped backward and sat back down on my chair. She stood there stunned for a moment.

"Come here Jennifer." I said with my sternest, firmest Dom voice. She stood there. This was the moment of truth. Would she come?

"Don't make me turn you in Jennifer." I said reminding her why she was here. "Think about your career. It would be a shame for such a bright young lady to have to tell her parents why she was expelled." 

Then, her head sunk, she turned around and awkwardly walked to me with her jeans and panties still around her ankles. I was completely relieved. Now she was really mine. 

I commanded her to lay face down across my lap. She did as she was told. I was preparing her for a bare-bottom spanking. She laid across my lap, giving me perfect access to her beautiful little butt. She was crying again. I caressed her bare ass as I spoke to her.

"You were a very bad girl Miss Kim." I said condescendingly. "Weren't you?"

"yes" she said, resigned.

SMACK! I slapped her ass hard.

"AGHH!" she muffled a surprised scream. I could tell that she had never been spanked.

"yes what?" I asked. She grunted. "Yes ... ugh ... yes, sir."

"Good girl. Now say it."

"Say what?"

SMACK! My handprint burned pink on her fair white ass.

"Oww! Say what, SIR!?!"

"Say that you have been a very bad girl."

"Ugh I ... " She took a breath. "I've been a very bad girl."

SMACK!

"Agh!" She squirmed and bucked on my lap. I had used my right hand to spank her and my left to hold her in place.

"Say it again." I commanded coldly.

"I've been a very bad girl, sir." She whimpered.

"You are a dirty little cheater." I said.

"Yes, sir. I am a dirt little cheater, sir." She struggled to say between sobs.

I smiled and caressed her tender ass. "This ass now belongs to me." I thought to myself.

I spanked her a few more times. She moaned and struggled, but she took each one of them like a champ. 

Then I switched hands: I used my left hand to spank her, as my right hand explored her exposed pussy. Just as I suspected: the innocent little Asian girl Jennifer Kim was dripping wet again. 

She jumped as I penetrated her with two fingers. I held her in place over my lap with my left arm. 

"Wow Jennifer, You are really turned on, aren't you?

SMACK! 

"ARENT YOU!?!"

"Ughhh!! Yes, sir!" The shame in her quivering voice was palpable.

I started moving my fingers in and out slowly. "Here I thought you were this little Asian angel. Just a prissy little honors student."

She started writhing as I mocked her. My fingers were fucking her as I held her hips in place. Her ankles still bound by her jeans and panties.

"But you aren't a good little girl at all are you Jennifer?"

"No sir."

"What are you really, Jennifer?"

"A ... a slut , sir."

Well, I was not expecting that at all. I was expecting her to say that she was a 'bad little girl' or something. But instead she introduced the 's' word. Okay. She called herself a slut. Wow.

I laughed at her as she responded to my finger fucking. She dropped her head in shame and her long dark hair spilled on the floor around her.

"Well, Jennifer, technically a slut fucks for free. You are going to fuck me because you want something in return....So what does that make you Jennifer?"

She groaned loudly. It was a groan of total defeat.

"What does that make you, Jennifer?" I said. I was enjoying myself, gloating over her debasement.

"A whore, sir."

"That's right Jennifer."

SMACK!

"You are nothing..."

SMACK!

"...but a fucking..."

SMACK!

"...worthless ..."

SMACK!

"...cocksucking.."

SMACK!

"...WHORE!"

SMACK!

Her upturned ass was quite pink now. I continued to gently finger-fuck her as I spanked her. By this time she was bucking wildly, the combination of the pain from the spanking and the humiliation of my insults, mixed with pleasure of the finger-fucking was driving her absolutely crazy. 

Before that day, she may not have known that she was a sexual submissive. But now it was clear, to me at least. I have seen this before. Jennifer Kim was a natural sub. And I was going to make her mine.

She was getting close. I could tell.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Jennifer?"

"No, sir!"

"Do you want me to fuck you hard?"

"Ugh agh, No sir! No! Please sir!"

"Please what?"

"mmmgh ...Please ... ugh ...please don't fuck me sir! Agh ah.."

"Well then, are you going to suck my cock like a two-dollar Bangkok whore?" 

Of course, Bangkok is in Thailand, and Jennifer was Korean. I pretended like I did not know the difference. Koreans are usually very proud of their heritage, and being referred to as a Thai whore was probably extra-insulting. I continued to work her pussy.

"ughh yes sir!"

"You want me to fuck you Jennifer?"

"hghh nnngg .... yes ... yes sir ... anything you want sir." She whimpered pathetically. 

"Say 'me love you long time'." I said.

"What?!"

SMACK!

"hughh .. me love you long time ...sir ..."

"No, say it with an accent."

"Oh god..."

SMACK!

"SAY IT JENNIFER!"

She knew exactly what I wanted. Jennifer had grown up in California, and certainly did not have an Asian accent at all. But I made her fake one to sound like a cheap Oriental whore. I am sure that she had never been so humiliated. She obliged. It was amazing.

"Me love you long time!" 

"Again."

"Me love you long time!"

"Again!"

"ughh... me... me love you long time! Hhhh"

And with that I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, and pushed her off my lap. She landed on her side, naked and sweating, laying on the floor. She looked up at me, shocked and confused. 


The Claiming of Jennifer Kim Ch. 01



Of course, the only thing more humiliating than begging to be fucked, is begging to be fucked and getting denied.

"please sir..."

"Now shut up and listen to me Jennifer." I said, standing and pointing at her. "You are going to come back here tomorrow after lecture and you are going to do some work for me. If you do well, I will give you the fuck you were begging for."

She looked hurt, lying there, defeated and denied.

I pulled out a fifty dollar bill from my wallet, crumpled it and threw it at her. 

"I want you to take that to Victoria's Secret in Westwood and buy a black thong and matching bra. Then you will wear them tomorrow when you come here. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"And if you don't show up, I will turn your pretty little ass in and you will be expelled. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir." She started to cry again.

"Now for god's sake pull your pants up." I said with disgust. "And get out of here."

She wept as she gathered her clothes and tried to get herself together.

I acted cold. I dismissed her with a wave of my hand. I pretended to be indifferent, but the truth is I could not wait until the next day after lecture...



The Claiming of Jennifer Kim Ch. 02



I could not sleep the night before. All I could do was think about her and jerk off. 

Innocent young Jennifer Kim naked in my lab room, bent over my knee and completely under my control. I admit that I was afraid she might not come back the next day as I had commanded. She might come to her senses and accuse me of blackmail. If she were to get a good lawyer she could possibly be able to have me fired AND manage to not be expelled. 

I really did not know what she was capable of. But I suspected that, on some deep sub-conscious level, Jennifer really liked the way I treated her. Something in her would bring her back to me the next day. 

I had a rush of relief and arousal when she appeared at my door, just as I had ordered. She looked like any other generic Asian undergrad chick standing there in her jeans, sneakers and UCLA hoodie. 

Only she and I knew what she really was. Thanks to my particularly insidious blackmail, the studious and conservative Jennifer Kim had been forced to become my own delicious little sex slave.

"Come in." I said.

Meek and submissive, gripping her backpack, hardly making eye contact, shifting uncomfortably, she had come back for more.

Without looking up from my work I asked her "Did you follow my orders Jennifer?"

Out of the corner of my eye I could see her bite her lip, close her eyes and take a deep breath.

"y...yes sir." She said weakly.

"What did you say Jennifer? I didn't hear you." I said smiling.

"yes sir." She said clearly.

"Yes sir, what Jennifer?" I said in a patronizing, scolding tone.

She took another breath. "Yes sir, I bought the underwear like you said."

"No Jennifer" I said crossly. "You do not get to refer to yourself in the first person. First person is reserved for decent upstanding young ladies, not wanton little whores like you."

I could see my insult burn into her as her face reddened.

"You will use the third person to refer to yourself. Do you know what "third person" means Jennifer?" I said as condescendingly as I could.

She opened her eyes and glared at me hard. Wow. Okay, this girl really does not like to have her intelligence insulted. Good to know.

"Yes, SIR." She growled.

"Well then use it you stupid cunt. I will ask you again. What order of mine did you follow?"

Clearly seething with anger she said, "This ... girl ... bought the underwear... like you said ... SIR."

"Good." I responded "Are you wearing it now like I told you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Excellent" I turned back to my work, not looking at her. "Well let's see it then."

She stood there.

"Chop chop Jennifer." I said, not looking up from my computer. " I suggest you start with your shoes."

Resigned and defeated, she set down her backpack. Then sat on a lab stool to remove her sneakers and her cute little baby blue Bruin socks. She sat for a moment. Then asked:

"Please, sir ... can we do this somewhere else? Anyone could walk in and see me!"

"Third person, stupid cunt." I said coldly, still not looking at her.

"Please sir..." her voice starting to crack, "Anyone could walk in and see ... this girl."

"No." I said flatly.

I heard her breathing intensify. In the reflection of my computer screen I could see her removing her hoodie. In the reflection I could barely see the black bra contrasting with her fair Asian skin. I did not look away from my screen. I ignored her as she stripped off her clothes. 

Moments later, without looking at her, I could tell she had stripped down to the black thong panties and matching bra that I had commanded her to buy. I had to give her an assignment. I had to have her focused on completing a task. It would distract her away from any thoughts of turning me in. That's why I gave her money to buy the underwear. By accepting the $50 bill, she was tacitly accepting the assignment, and by extension, my domination over her. Plus, black lingerie really turns me on.

She stood there for a moment, probably trembling, vulnerable and exposed.

I continued to deliberately ignore her, focusing on my computer. You see it is one thing to be leered at while you strip to your underwear. If you are an attractive young girl like Jennifer, you learn early in your teens, that your sexuality is one of your greatest powers. You come to expect men to leer at you from time to time, it may be annoying and sometimes creepy, but it reminds you that you have a certain power over heterosexual men of all ages, and that feels good. 

However, when your sexuality is ignored, it strips you of that power. It is quite another level of humiliation to strip down to your slutty underwear while being completely ignored by a man.

I am sure that it made her feel cheap and embarrassed, standing there in her thong and bra in the lab supply room while I worked. Finally she could stand the tension no longer.

"Sir?" She asked.

"Yes?" I responded, not looking.

"I ... um ... this girl is ...done" She said.

"Done with what?" I asked.

She sighed. "She is done ... taking her clothes off."

"Okay" I said.

Another long pause.

"Sir ... what should ...um ... this girl...do?" she was starting to sound desperate.

"Nothing, until I am ready to deal with you." I said.

"Okay, sir."

That more or less cut the tension. Once I said "nothing" she had her instructions, so that is what she did. It is basic sub psychology. She needed to be told what to do. So, after another brief pause, I saved the file I was working on, and swiveled around in my chair to look at her. I looked her up and down slowly. She closed her eyes in embarrassment as I examined her every curve. She actually looked pretty good for an Asian girl. I made a circular gesture with my index finger - a nonverbal instruction for her to turn around.

She turned for me, obviously ashamed that she was being forced to present herself like this. I absolutely loved to see her tight little Korean ass and her narrow little Korean hips in that tiny black thong. I have a fetish for women in black underwear, and seeing Jennifer's perfectly smooth butt made me hard instantly.

"Stick out your ass for me Jennifer." I commanded.

She did not respond. 

"Now!" I said more intensely. "Stick it out!"

She bent slightly, and submissively stuck her ass out toward me for my enjoyment. My erection raged. 

"Now wiggle it around for me Jennifer."

"Pleeease sir!" she whimpered, overwhelmed with humiliation.

"Wiggle it like the slutty little skank you are!" I said.

Slowly she began to wiggle her ass left to right. 

"Ha ha!" I laughed "That's it Jennifer! Wiggle it like a dog in heat! Faster!"

I could hear her begin to cry softly as she gyrated and wiggled her slutty, bent-over ass for me. It's nice when a stripper wags her ass like this ... but when a good little conservative student like Jennifer has to do it... reluctantly, its just ... oh my god ... this was killing me. I reached down and felt my cock through my jeans. Jennifer's vulgar little thong dance was making me so hard, I probably could have whipped it out and cum right then and there. But no ... no ... it was too soon. We still had work to do that day.

"Okay. Enough" I said dismissively.

She ended her degrading gyrations and stood straight.

"Come here" I commanded.

She approached me reluctantly.

"Now Jennifer, as a slave, you must learn to assume certain submissive positions upon demand." I said.

She looked at me, a little confused.

I continued, "The first slave position is called 'Nadu'. I want you to kneel on both knees."

She paused, I glared at her, and then she slowly, submissively, lowered herself to her knees on the cold tile floor.

"Alright..." I continued "Now place your hands on your thighs, palms up and keep your back straight.

She obeyed...very reluctantly. I could tell she was not happy about being made to kneel in her underwear before me. 

"Now spread your legs." I said.

She huffed and obeyed.

"Wider." I said.

She spread her legs wide. I could see the thong stretched over her pussy and disappearing between her tight little asscheeks. 

I lifted her chin with my index finger. "Chin up slightly."

I must say. Despite her red and fumingly resentful facial expressions, Jennifer presented a beautiful Nadu for a first timer. 

I commanded her to stand. Then I immediately commanded her to assume Nadu again. I repeated this a few times, correcting her when necessary. She did a pretty lackluster job each time, until I told her we would keep doing it until she got it right. She was suddenly able to do it right without being corrected. That little bitch. 

I commanded her to stand and walk across the room. I ogled her lithe figure, her beautiful bare ass and her perky little titties as she walked. She tried really hard not to look sexy while walking. 

She did not want to give me the satisfaction of enjoying her body while I made her perform like a trained animal. 

Little did she know that her resistance is precisely what turned me on. I just loved the fact that she hated this. 

I made her walk back and commanded that she assume Nadu again. When she did it well I patted her on the head like a puppy and said "good girl". 

She seethed with resentment. She hated being demeaned like this. But there was simply nothing she could do about it. I felt a surge of erotic power. 

Under normal circumstances, I probably would not have been particularly attracted to her, but degrading her like this, and watching her follow each of my demeaning commands aroused me immensely. 

I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her very, very badly. I did not care if she wanted it or not, I was going to fuck her. I was going to take her, claim her and possess her against her will. I was going to rub her clit until her body betrayed her by lubricating itself. Then I would pry my hard cock into her tight little Asian pussy. I would stretch out her vaginal walls and fill her completely. I would impale her. I would fuck her hard until I came, filling her up until she overflowed with my sperm. Then, to make her degradation complete, I would finger her clit until she climaxed as well, forcing her to feel the pleasure she fought so desperately to deny. 

But I had to wait. I had to be patient. I would definitely fuck her in time, but I still needed to take the necessary steps to enslave her permanently. I had to break her down completely, and she was still being entirely too defiant. Besides, I still had a job to do as a UCLA grad student and a TA. I had work to do in the lab supply rooms.

So I made Jennifer help me. Naturally, I did not let her get dressed. She had to work in my supply room and office clad only in her black thong and lacy black bra. I made her do menial tasks like filing and alphabetizing papers. I had her clean test tubs and put them away in the cabinets above the lab bench. 

I loved watching her work, virtually nude. I took every opportunity to caress and grope her as we passed each other. I delighted as she grimaced each time I touched her. She may not have been very curvaceous, but she was young and firm, and her skin was very smooth, I just couldn't keep my hands off of it.

Finally I could not take it anymore. Fuck the plan. Fuck patience. My desire for her had taken control of me. I was going to do her little cunt right here and now. I grabbed her roughly by the hair without a word and violently bent her over a lab bench.  

"Ughhh!" she groaned as her upper torso was flattened against the bench and her ass stuck out, totally exposed and vulnerable to my forthcoming assault. I pressed her head against the cold surface of the lab bench. My hunger for her had become overwhelming. My drive had become animalistic. I had no control over my actions at that point. I did not care about the consequences. I could only see her pussy. Nothing else existed at that moment. As I held her head down with one hand, I took my cock out with the other. 

"Noooo! PLEEEEASE! No!" She begged, squirming under my grip.

I ignored her and pulled her thong out of the way, exposing her pussy and asshole.

"PLEASE SIR!" She cried "Not like this! PLEASE!"

I slapped her ass hard, growled "Shut the fuck up!", then stuck my finger in her pussy and began roughly finger fucking her.

She gasped and tightened up. "UUUNNGGGGHHH!!!! Oh god ...

NO! 

Her pussy became wet very quickly. Despite all her resistance, despite all her looks of disgust whenever I touched her, despite all the cringing she did when I humiliated her, this slut was turned on and getting wet.

"hunnghhhhhh ... oh...ugh ...oh....no ... no ... no ... please ... I'll do anything ... please."

I snapped out of it. Anything. She said she would do anything. What am I doing? I can't fuck her so soon. I must stick to the plan. I paused, getting a grip on myself. I pulled her up by her hair.

"ooowwwwww!!" she whined as I forced her to her feet.

I plopped her to the floor on her knees.

"Suck my cock." I ordered.

She looked up at me through the tears in her eyes. 

"Please no..." she said weakly, covering her breasts with her arms. She sobbed. I couldn't back down now. I had to maintain my dominance over her. Yielding now would undermine everything I was working towards.

"Either suck my cock, or I am going to fuck you." I grabbed the top of her head and brought her face to my groin.

She had no choice. She winced as she looked at my cock, and she knew she had no choice. She clearly did not want to give me a blowjob, but the idea of me fucking her here and now was too overwhelming to consider. She was degraded, sobbing on her knees, wholly defeated. 

I could see her conflict on her tear-stained face: getting fucked was the worst thing that could happen to her, but sucking on me required compliance. Compliance! She would have to take an active role in her own debasement. She would have to put forth effort to pleasure me. SHE would have to wrap her own lips around the head of my cock. SHE would have to bob her head back and forth creating warm, wet friction on my shaft. SHE would have to make me feel pleasure. 

"You want to get expelled Jennifer?" I asked.

She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Then suck it! Make it feel good. Make me enjoy it."

She reluctantly grasped my cock and puckered her lips around the head. I thrust forward slightly, pushing inward. But she backed up as I thrust. She really did not want to do this... but she had to.

I resisted the urge to grab her head and face-fuck her. I wanted to see her make an effort to please me. I stood with my hands on my waist. She gripped my cock with one hand and slid her lips halfway down the shaft. I could feel the moist heat from her tears as she began to slowly, but evenly, move her head back and forth upon my cock. Her lips were tight and I felt the bottom of my dick slide along the top of her tongue. It felt good, and I was amused at her hesitant effort. 

I grinned victoriously as she continued to pleasure me, virtually against her will.

"Very good Jennifer!" I said, mocking her.

She struggled to draw her mouth up and down my cock while crying. She knew she had to clench her lips and swirl her tongue to make it more pleasurable for me.

After a while, I just could not take it anymore, I grabbed her head and rapidly face-fucked her to an amazing orgasm. I shot a tremendous load into her, and it overflowed in her mouth, and she gagged. 

Oh my GOD it felt so good, maybe the best orgasm of my life. Pleasure surged from my cock and radiated throughout my body causing me to shudder. My cum dribbled out of her lips and onto her chin. 

I stepped backward, away from her and stabilized myself against a filing cabinet. I was panting and still feeling the waning bliss of my orgasm. She knelt there in her slutty black underwear, crying, and wiping my cum from her chin with her bare hand. I put my now flaccid cock back in my pants and zipped up. Then I reached for a stack of paper towels from the lab bench and dropped them on the floor in front of her.

"Cheezus Jennifer you are a mess." I said. "Clean yourself up and get dressed. You and I are going shopping."

"What?!" She asked.

"I said we are going out. Now get dressed." I replied.

"I can't!" She sounded panicked. "I have to study!

"Third person you stupid cunt." I said.

"UGH!" She was angry and frustrated "This ... girl has a study group meeting!"

I learned later that the "study group" was really a study date with a boy she had a crush on. Some Korean dude whose name I do not recall. I calmly turned to face her. "Jennifer, listen. I don't give a fuck about your study group. When I say that you and I are going out, then you and I are going out, and that's that. End of discussion."

She looked at me in horror.

"Relax." I said as I started packing up my work for the day. "The professor I work for is also the Dean ... and I found his access code to the University database. That means I can change all of the grades for any undergrad."

She blinked and looked at me, confused.

"That means," I continued "that as long as you are a good little girl and do as I say, your parents won't find out what you did, you will not be expelled, and you just might end up with a 4.0 GPA. "

She did not respond. But I knew what a perfect GPA meant to a girl with Korean parents. I knew she wanted this, and she wanted it bad. 

I did, in fact, have the power to change undergraduate grades, but I had never used it before. If I had gone in and changed a bunch of grades, it might have aroused suspicions, so I saved it. I was going to use it for the ideal opportunity. I always imagined I would use this power to bribe one of the cheerleaders to have sex with me or something, but I never did. 

In reality, I did not have to offer this to Jennifer at all. I already had enough on her, but I liked the idea of giving her something she really wanted in exchange for her obedience. It truly made her a whore. And it also assuaged any lingering guilt I may have had about forcing her to do things against her will.

"So, you don't need to study if you are going to get an 'A' in the class anyway." I said as I took the first camcorder out of the cabinet with the glass doors.

"Besides, " I continued, reaching for the second camcorder off of the shelf on the other side of the room. "I have everything from yesterday and today on video."

"WHAT!?!" she screamed.

"SShhhh ... That's right Jennifer. I have you stripping naked, getting spanked, getting finger fucked, wiggling your ass like a whore, walking around in slutty underwear, kneeling like a slave, offering to suck me off and then taking my load in your face." I said, all matter-of-factly.

She was obviously shocked and completely appalled.

"I have multiple camera angles, and pretty good audio." I said " I spent last night editing yesterday's adventure on my Mac. Of course I edited out anything that would incriminate me, and I blurred out my face. But your pretty face, your voice and your nudity is all there in crystal clear hi-def." 

I could see her turning red. 

"I have it all Jennifer." I said as I retrieved the third camcorder. "And ... I have your parent's home address."

I heard her gasp.

"So unless you want FedEx showing up on their doorstep with a DVD tomorrow, I suggest you shut the fuck up, and get dressed."

Suddenly, she lunged next to the bench, and vomited into a wastebasket. 

Ugh. Okay I did not want to see that at all. That was just gross. However I knew it meant that I had her. She was completely trapped and there was nothing – NOTHING – she could do about it. 

She got dressed and I made her clean out the wastebasket. 

And then, together, we walked out to my car. Our evening had not even begun...



The Claiming of Jennifer Kim Ch. 03



Jennifer and I sat in the car silently as I drove down Westwood Boulevard, away from the safety and comfort of the UCLA campus. She had no idea where I was taking her, and she did not ask. 

My mind raced as I imagined all of the things I could do to her. She had just given me a fantastic blowjob in my lab room, but already I wanted more. 

I thought about fucking her. I was thinking that I could take her to my apartment and make her strip for me. I could make her dance like a stripper. I could make her give me a lap dance! Yes... a lap dance on my own couch. But unlike a stripper I could touch her, and unlike a stripper I could fuck her. And unlike a stripper, it would not even cost me a single dollar bill. She would have to come over, entertain me, dance for my amusement, and then suck my dick. Then I would bend her over the arm of my couch and pushing my hard cock into her tight, wet, little hole. I would fuck her hard, pulling her hair and spanking her ass. Because, quite unlike a stripper, Jennifer was a good girl... or at least she was trying to be... on the outside. I was changing that: I was turning her into the nasty little slut that she REALLY was on the inside. She just didn't know it yet.

I also thought about making love to her. I imagined kissing her passionately as two lovers kiss. I imagined stroking and caressing her body tenderly, and looking to her eyes as I lay with her in her bed. I would be like her boyfriend. 

However, she would become my girlfriend against her will. She would not have a choice. Her parents would hate me, and they wouldn't want her to date me, but she would still have to sneak me into her room at night. Once I was in her room she would beg and plead with me not to fuck her because her parents were right in the next room and they would certainly hear us if we made too much noise. 

She would beg to suck me off instead, because it would be quieter. I would agree, but I would still make her get naked. I like making her get naked. Of course she would hate it, but she would do it anyway. And then she would struggle and work so hard to get me to cum quickly. The faster she could get me to cum, the faster I would leave. She would do anything to get me out of there. Every minute would be torture for her. She would be so worried that one of her parents would open the door and see her naked, and on her knees, and sucking the cock of her smirking Caucasian "boyfriend".

And then, after she desperately sucked on me for a while, I would fuck her anyway. I would take her in missionary position on her own bed, or maybe... I would make her get on top. I would make her straddle me and ride me. Yeah, yeah that would be better because if one of her parents DID walk in, it would be clear that she was fucking me and I wasn't some rapist who broke in. 

And of course she would cum hard, despite herself. I would have to stuff a towel or a t-shirt into her mouth to contain her involuntary screams of joy. 

Then, when it was all over, and after I made her clean of my cock with her mouth, but before I climbed out the window to leave, I would make her thank me and kiss me goodnight. Just like a good little girlfriend would.

So much potential... I had so much to do.

The drive away from UCLA was short and we ended up at the nearby Westside Pavilion, which is a multi-story shopping mall on Westwood and Pico. We walked around the mall for a while and I made her hold my hand as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I could tell that she resented it, and that she was praying that none of her little undergrad friends would see us together. 

We went into a few stores and I had her try on a few dresses. Mostly they were very low cut and very tight, with extremely short skirts. The dresses I had her try on were, by far, the sluttiest in the mall, and for West Los Angeles, that is saying a lot.

I could tell that she was mortified. There is no way a conservative little Korean-American over-achiever like Jennifer would ever wear something so revealing. I made her try on the dresses and come out of the changing room to show me. I had her parade around in each of them, making her turn and walk in the store. Each of the stores had female clerks, except for one that had a gay male clerk. Each of the clerks could easily hear me giving Jennifer commands. I would tell her to walk, to stop, and turn around. This was embarrassing for her, but what really made her cringe was when I said things like "stand sexier.", "sway your hips more", or "stick your ass out a little more". Any overtly sexual reference would make Jennifer blush, especially if it was within earshot of one of the clerks. It was torture for her, and I loved every minute of it.

But, unfortunately there was nothing quite right at the Westside Pavilion, so I did not buy anything there. After we got back into the car, we headed down Pico towards the dark and foreboding areas of Downtown Los Angeles.

At some point she broke the silence and asked if she could make a phone call. I was pleased that she asked permission first. She left a voicemail for someone named James. She apologized and cancelled the study date that they had planned for that night. I could tell she was not happy about cancelling. I got the feeling that maybe Jennifer had a bit of a crush on this guy James. That was too bad for her, because now she belonged to me.

****

Among the barren streets, and between the tall buildings of Downtown Los Angeles was our next destination. These streets and storefronts bustle with activity during the day, but we were here at night, when the streetlights are dim, and only the destitute and depraved wander amid the litter and shadows, as they lurk in the dark crevices and dirty alleyways. Downtown at night was a lonely scary place.

This was no place for a vulnerable young girl like Jennifer Kim. As we walked along the littered street that night, I could feel her moving closer to me, unconsciously relying on me for security and protection. I wanted to cultivate this feeling in her. I wanted her to see me as the alpha male, as her leader and protector. 

We arrived at the door of the 24-hour adult bookstore. It was a very grimy, unseemly place. However, despite its small façade, with its red and blue neon 'XXX' signs, the store was surprisingly large on the inside. This was probably a warehouse at one time. Today it was a huge emporium that sold porn videos and magazines of every conceivable flavor, and a wide variety of sex toys and fetish clothing. The few customers there looked sad and lonely as they roamed the aisles in quiet desperation. The employees just looked sad.

I can only imagine what they must have thought of fresh-faced Jennifer in her UCLA hoodie and fashionable jeans. Nobody who looked like Jennifer or dressed like her ever came into this store. Not ever. As we walked in, I noticed that every sex-starved customer eyed Jennifer up and down. 

One guy, who had been in the Asian porn section, stared hard at her as she walked with me. He was greasy and gaunt with thick glasses and a slightly open mouth. I could tell that guy was giving Jennifer the creeps. She involuntarily gripped my arm as we walked by him. I can only imagine what that guy would give to touch her body, or to see her naked. My mind raced at the thought of everything I could do to this poor girl. Perhaps some day, I would make this greasy guy's dreams come true. But right now I had to focus. I had shopping to do.

Shoes first. I am not too particular about shoes like some guys are. As long as they are high-heeled and black, I won't complain. We looked at a few pairs; none were especially exciting, until I found the perfect pair for Jennifer. They were fairly standard patent leather pumps with a 4-inch heel. But this pair had a little surprise bonus: a thick ankle strap with a padlock. These shoes were actually lockable. This means that if I were to chose to do so, I could force her to wear them at all times. Sold.

Next was the part that I had looked forward to the most: the dress. I knew exactly what I wanted. I sifted through the racks past the nurse and French maid costumes until I found exactly what I was looking for. Jennifer was clearly horrified when she saw what I had selected. It was barely a dress at all. It was more like a shiny black sleeve of PVC. 

"Please Sir! No!" she hissed. "This girl cannot wear THAT! It won't even cover me ... I mean... her"

She was getting better at referring to herself in the third person. 

"Yes you will Jennifer." I said calmly. "And you will go try it on. Right here, right now."

"Sir! I Can't ...She can't ... not in public! Please!" she pleaded.

"Jennifer" I said. "If you don't behave yourself and do as I say, I will take your pants down and spank your bare ass right here in the store. Look around... this kind of place would not exactly frown on me spanking you out in the open, now would they?"

She knew I was right. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and reluctantly carried the dress to the fitting room. I gave her the shoes also. I did not have to tell her to come out and parade them around for me.

I have to admit, she looked great in the dress. Her lithe Asian figure was perfect for a dress like this. It barely covered her. It was certainly less than a towel out of the shower would cover, and it was super tight, showing off every little curve of her body. The high heels made her calves look good, and her ass stick out just enough.

She was clearly mortified as I made her parade around in the super tight PVC mini tube dress. At this point all four of the other customers had made their way over to the clothing area to watch Jennifer's little show. Some of them were pretending to be looking at merchandise, but it was pretty obvious that poor little Jennifer was what everyone wanted to see. The greasy guy wasn't even trying to be discrete. He was simply gawking at her.

I felt so powerful. All of these guys drooling over my little Jennifer. I liked showing her off, and I liked demonstrating my power over her. "Walk sexier!" I would command so everyone could hear. "Sway those hips!" A few guys would laugh when she followed my degrading orders. Greasy guy had a somewhat disturbing, obsessive laugh. He was especially enjoying the evil little taunts I was giving her. 

By now her face was red, and I could see tears welling up as she walked up and down the clothing area swaying her hips like a cheap whore. I liked making her parade around the room, and I though about making her do it in underwear at some crowded mall in Victoria's Secret or Fredrick's of Hollywood on a crowded Saturday afternoon. 

"Okay Jennifer." I said. "Now try this one."

The second dress was just about as revealing as the first. This one was pink imitation silk with a floral Asian theme pattern and a little collar thing with an oriental accent. It looked like a stereotypical "Oriental Doll" slut outfit. I suppose it was supposed to be an exaggerated Asian cocktail waitress or hooker dress. I don't know what it was but it was definitely supposed to be Asian.

She came out of the dressing room almost crying from the humiliation. I made her parade around again. There was something I really liked about this dress. By this time the four customers and even two of the employees were no longer pretending that they weren't watching. They could clearly see that I did not mind if strangers ogled my little possession. I even asked them which dress they liked better on her. They all liked the black one better. 

I think this is one thing that sets me apart from most other guys. Sure, the black dress was more revealing, and sleeker, showing off every curve, but the oriental dress was somehow more demeaning. It certainly would not have been as demeaning if Jennifer had been any other race. But the fact that she was a good little Korean girl dressed like a cheap Hong Kong whore made the outfit an acknowledgement of who she was. It was almost like an added insult to her heritage. It was a deeper psychological humiliation for her. It was like the day before when I made her talk like a FOB. There was something extra humiliating about this dress that really turned me on. And I don't think that other guys really understood that.

The guys wanted to see her in the black one again, so I made her change, and then come out to show us again. Wow, I must admit that she did look good in the black one. While she was there, I also had her try on a leather slave collar.

The collar went well with the black dress, but not the oriental one, which had that Chinese-looking collar thing already attached to it.

I liked the black dress with the slave collar and the shoes, but there was something I also really liked about that oriental one. Ultimately, to the delight of everyone except Jennifer, I decided to buy both dresses. 

"She needs earrings." The lone female employee said.

I had not really thought about earrings, but I agreed and asked to see what they had in stock.

"Sir ... I ... uh ..." Jennifer looked at the woman then back to me, clearly worried about something. She whispered to me so that the woman would not hear "This girl ... does not have pierced ears, Sir!"

I blinked. "What do you mean you don't have pierced ears?" I asked.

"This girl's parents would never allow it." She whispered looking downward. 

I couldn't believe it. I knew Korean parents usually held a tight, autocratic grip on their daughters... but no earrings? That seemed a bit extreme to me.

"How old are you Jennifer?" I asked.

"Twenty, sir" she whispered.

"Well, then" I said "there is no problem. You are certainly old enough to decide for yourself. Oh, and look at that: they do piercings right here in the store. We can have your ears pierced right now."

"NO!" Her eyes widened with panic. "I can't! I won't! My parents will --"

"Shhhhh. Get a hold of yourself Jennifer." I comforted her, not mentioning that she used first person again. "It would be MUCH better for you to tell your parents that you pierced your ears, than it would be to explain your expulsion from UCLA, and the raunchy sex tape that was mailed to them."

With that, her face sank. She new I had her, and there was nothing she could do about it. She had to sit there in the rusty old chair in the grimy downtown sex shop and have her ears pierced against her will. More and more, I was making her mine. 

She sat in the chair in her slutty black tube dress, collar, and lockable stilettos. The employee woman was a Latina, slightly overweight wearing slutty fetish clothing that were too tight for her, way too much make-up, and large three-inch hoop earrings. 

"Can we get earrings like yours?" I asked her.

"Hoops?" She asked. "Well, actually we recommend gold or stainless steel studs for first-timers."

I could see Jennifer's relief. Simple little gold studs might not be too bad.

"I understand." I said to the woman, "but I really like the hoops."

"Well, they are more likely to get infected if you don't take care of them." She said in a noticeable Chicana accent. 

"Oh don't worry..." I smiled, "Jennifer here is VERY responsible."

The woman shrugged and produced a pair of silver steel 3-inch hoops. 

"Nice." I said, enjoying Jennifer's horror as she sat there helplessly in the chair. "But ... do you have anything ... sluttier?" I asked.

The woman laughed, "Actually, yes. Yes we do!" 

The woman produced a pair of large cheap rhinestone studded hoops with little dangling letters that read S-L-U-T on each earring.

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw them. "Ha ha! Perfect! Yeah, I'll take both pairs."

Jennifer looked at me totally dejected. 

"Let's put the "sluts" on her now." I said with an evil grin.

"One problem" The woman said, "the gun only works with studs."

"Can you just force them through?" I asked.

"Sure, with a needle." She said "Its just a lot more painful."

"Oh that's okay." I said, "Jennifer's a tough girl. She can take it."

With that the woman slipped on some gloves, dabbed Jennifer's earlobes with rubbing alcohol, and penetrated the soft skin of her earlobe with a sharp needle. The pain was obviously intense and Jennifer winced and let out a whimper with both of the piercings. 

But when it was done, she had two large hoops with the letters "S-L-U-T" dangling from them. She could hear the gentle tinkling of the charms whenever she moved her head. It was a constant reminder that they were there, labeling her as a slut for everyone to see.

As the woman gave Jennifer instructions on how to care for her new piercings, I paid the cashier. Jennifer noticed that I was buying a large bag full of merchandise that I had accumulated while she had been in the dressing room. I am sure she wondered what was in the large bag, but she knew better not to ask. In time, all would be revealed. 

As we made our way out, the greasy guy was near the exit.

"Thanks for the show!" his grin was as creepy as his laugh.

"Your welcome." I said. "Would you like to feel her tits?"

His eyes widened with disbelief. "Sure!"

Jennifer flinched and closed her eyes tightly as the pervert felt her up. His grip was brutish and clawing, his hands clammy.

"Okay, okay that's enough." I laughed.

"Wow thanks man! You got a real fine piece of ass there!" He said, beaming.

"Yes," I said. "Thank the man Jennifer"

I could see the rage and mortification swell within her.

"You heard me Jennifer," I said. "Thank the nice man for the compliment."

"Thank you sir." She said, looking down and quietly fuming.

The greasy guy was stunned. "y-you're welcome! Ha! Hey, see you next time."

Jennifer could not get out of there fast enough. We walked briskly back to my car. A catcall came from a dark alley across the street, clearly intended for Jennifer, followed by some incoherent rambling. At this point I got a little worried. Having Jennifer dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt was one thing, but now she was in a barely there tube dress and high-heels. What if a few guys figured they could take me down and then drag her into one of these dark allies? Suddenly we were a target.

We walked quickly to my car as men emerged from dark doorways to look at Jennifer.

I tossed the bags into the backseat; we got in and drove away. I felt relieved as we headed to our third stop of the night: the apartment of my friend and former roommate: Scott Chadwick.

***

Scott and I had been roommates when we were both undergrads at USC. We were both science majors, and we had many of the same classes together. After graduation, I went to grad school at UCLA, while cott stayed at USC to go to their world famous School of Dentistry. He was studying to become an orthodontist like his father and his grandfather before him. 

Unlike me, Scott had a serious case of yellow fever. I can't remember him ever lusting after a girl who wasn't Asian or Indian. I know he especially liked Korean girls. When I told him all about my adventures with Jennifer Kim, I could tell he was just about ready to explode. 

I trusted Scott. I knew I could tell him what I had done, how I had blackmailed Jennifer, and videotaped her without her knowledge. Scott was not one to judge. On a very elemental level, Scott was a scumbag just like me. He pleaded with me to bring her over. He really wanted to see this girl. I imagined his eyes popping out of his skull as soon as he got a look at her in this horribly slutty outfit. 

To my surprise, Scott was cordial and well-contained when he met Jennifer. He smiled, shook her hand, and made eye contact. Jennifer was, of course, completely humiliated. She had to walk up the stairs to his second floor apartment, and meet this stranger while wearing this ridiculously revealing dress. 

"Nice earrings." He commented cheerily to her as we entered the apartment. Total scumbag.




The Claiming of Jennifer Kim Ch. 03



Scott had a pretty cool place. It was a big roomy loft in an artist's district downtown. It had brick walls, high ceilings with exposed beams, and real wooden floors. In one corner he had a cool old antique dentist's chair that had belonged to his grandfather. Scott had been studying when we arrived. There were books on orthodontics and pictures of teeth everywhere. He was in jeans and a USC t-shirt. Scott never had much trouble getting girls. He was a tall athletic guy with a big smile.

For a few moments we were casual, and chatted socially. This was maddening for Jennifer. Being in such an overtly sexual outfit, but having to interact on a social level with two guys she barely knew was just beyond embarrassing. At one point I made her sit in Nadu position on the ground as we sat and had a beer. She did not speak. She spent a lot of time just looking downward while Scott and I caught up.

Finally he broke the ice.

"Well..." He grinned and looked at Jennifer, "It looks like you finally found a nice girl you can take home to meet Mom." We both laughed as Jennifer blushed and looked at the ground.

"Does she really do whatever you say?" He asked.

"Yep." I said. "She's training to be my full-time slave."

Jennifer bristled when she heard me say this. She could not believe that I was talking about actually enslaving her. Having some fun was one thing ... but how long would she actually have to play along with this?

"Bullshit." Scott said. "Prove it."

"Jennifer." I said authoritatively, "Stand up, walk over to that chair, then turn around and come back."

She closed her eyes and stood.

"And make it sexy like you did in the store." I added.

Jennifer walked slowly, one foot in front of the other, flaring her ass with each step. She looked like a common streetwalker as she approached the chair and turned to face us.

"Big deal." Scott said. "Make her do something cool. Make her get naked or something."

Jennifer's heart rate increased dramatically. She knew I would do it. She knew I would tell her to strip for us, and that she would soon be presenting her nudity to this man she had just met. All of her upbringing, her modesty and whatever was left of her dignity would be stripped away from her. She knew she had no choice and no power to resist. She knew I would make her get naked right there on the spot.

And of course, she was right.

"Take the dress off Jennifer." I said.

She stood and looked at me, pleading with her eyes. She hated this. She hated not having any control. Nothing could be more embarrassing. I did not say a thing; I just raised my eyebrows at her expectantly. 

Her breathing increased. She closed her eyes.

She reluctantly hooked her thumbs in the top of the dress on either side of her breasts and began peeling the PVC off. Instantly her nipples popped free and her breasts bounced slightly as she continued to roll the PVC down her torso. Her trim waist and flat stomach was next, her cute little belly button, followed by her little tuft of black pubic hair. Once the dress was past the curve of her thigh, it fell to the ground around her shoes. She stepped out of it and stood before us completely nude.

Scott was speechless. 

I smiled triumphantly and motioned her to the chair again.

"Chair and back Jennifer, same drill." I commanded.

She looked absolutely delicious as she walked naked in the 4-inch heels, swaying her hips and tantalizing us with her pert little ass. She reached the chair and turned. I noticed that her blush had grown to that even the top of her chest had turned red. Her small firm little titties barely moved as she walked towards us in absolute shame. 

But Scott was preoccupied with her pussy. "Why isn't she shaved?" He asked. 

"Well, like I have stated many times before," I said "Unlike perverts such as yourself, I lam attracted women not little girls." 

"Not this debate again!" He said.

"Hey" I laughed, "You want a shaved pussy? Then YOU go find your own undergrad to blackmail! This one is mine."

He laughed. "Hey, it will grow back if you decide you don't like it."

"No way" I said "I like Jennifer's pussy just as it is."

"Just TRY it Dave." He said. "I guarantee that even YOU will enjoy a nice smooth bald little yellow pussy."

Jennifer felt sick. Being forced to stand naked before two men was bad enough. But now we were talking about her most intimate of areas as if she was not even standing there.

"Tell you what." I said, "You forgive the bet, and I will have her shave her pussy."

"Woa! The bet?" Scott sighed. "I don't know about THAT."

I won't spend too much time talking about the bet Scott and I made sophomore year at USC, because the details are irrelevant. Let's just say it meant a lot. I had lost the bet, and I wanted out of it.

"No." He said. "Not the bet."

"Okay how about this." I said. "You forgive the bet, and I'll let you watch her shave it."

Jennifer's eyes widened at the idea of shaving her pussy in front of him.

"Hell" he said, leaning back on he couch, "If I forgive the bet, I should be able to shave her myself!"

There was a long pregnant pause. 

"Deal." I said finally. 

Jennifer looked panicked. What had I just said? Did she hear me correctly? This guy was going to get to touch her? He was going to shave her pubic hair?!? This could not actually be happening! She started to tremble.

"Sweet!" Scott yelled and clapped once as if giving himself a high-five. "Let's do it on the table."

Before she realized what was happening, Jennifer was led to the big industrial style dining room table next to the kitchen. I commanded her to get on the table, and she climbed up, almost out of reflex, but I could see she was still confused. Scott had gone to the bathroom, and could be heard rustling through drawers and the medicine cabinet.

Then Jennifer came to her senses.

"Pleeeas sir!" she whispered. "Please don't let him do this to me!"

"Shhhh ... lay down Jennifer." I said guiding her to her back.

She started to cry. "No! No more! I don't want to!!" The humiliation was too much to bear.

"You HAVE to Jennifer!" I hissed, angry at her insolence. "You have to because I SAID you have to. Now shut the fuck up, lay the fuck down and spread your fucking legs you stupid fucking cunt!"

She looked at me in shock and horror. To be honest, I had even surprised myself. I had no idea I could be so ... brutal.

She relented and lay down on her back. I took her by the legs and pulled her ass near the edge of the cold table. 

We decided it would be a good idea to start with scissors. But Jennifer was crying and squirming. She kept covering her pussy with her hands. I told her to stop, and I even slapped the inside of her thigh. But she couldn't help it. She just couldn't stand being so vulnerable, laying on a table under a bright industrial light, with her naked pussy spread for us.

"This isn't working." Scott said.

I had an idea. "Do you have any duct tape?" I asked.

Duct tape to the rescue again. We wrapped silver duct tape around each of her wrists then ran a strip of tape from her writs, and down and around the legs of the table. These served as crude but quite effective makeshift shackles. Next we bent her knees all the way, and taped her calves to her thighs. 

Then we ran more strips of tape forcing her legs to be spread all the way open. Once she had been completely immobilized, we stood back and admired our work. With her legs spread so wide under the bright unforgiving industrial lights, we could easily see her gaping pussy and her tight little asshole just below it. There was no more hiding, no more modesty, and no more dignity for poor Jennifer Kim.

Scott started with the scissors. He touched her pussy. There was nothing she could do about it. He laid his full palm and fingers over her pubis. When he pinched locks of pubic hair, he stretched the skin, until he snipped the hair and the skin snapped back into place. I found out later that as I went to the bathroom to get some wet towels, Scott took the opportunity to fondle Jennifer's breasts. She said nothing, laying there helplessly. We wiped away all of the trimmings as Jennifer sobbed.

We then used the towel and squeezed warm water all over her pussy. Jennifer took a breath as the warm water washed over her tender area. We then rubbed shaving cream all over her vulnerable little cunt. I heard Jennifer let out a groan and wondered if the warm water and the strong fingers rubbing the shaving cream all over her groin were starting to give her a pleasurable sensation.

Scott used a disposable razor to gently shave away all of her remaining stubble. He wiped it with the towel. The whole area was red and shiny...and completely hairless. We could see that her outer labial lips were noticeably swollen. 

"Dude!" He said in a half-whisper to me. "I think she is turned on!"

He sounded like an excited schoolboy.

"Really." I said, unsurprised.

I reached down and caressed her smooth bald pussy, letting my middle finger dip between her labia. She writhed and whimpered as my fingers encountered the unmistakable hot wetness of her arousal. 

She grunted as I penetrated her with two fingers. She lay there helpless as I began to finger fuck her on the table. Her arms and legs straining against the duct tape bonds, I fucked her harder and deeper. She tightened up. I could tell she did not want to writh and moan on the table under that bright light as Scott and I stood there watching her. She did not want to give us the satisfactions of watching her feel pleasure, or god forbid, reach a climax.

But I persisted. As Scott watched wide-eyed, I finger fucked this girl bound to his dining room table. She clenched her eyes shut and let out a barely audible squeak. She was trying with all her power not to cum. But I felt it coming. There was nothing she could do about it. Her orgasm was building beyond her control. Here pussy was about to betray her. And then, just as she was about to reach that moment of ecstasy ... I pulled out.

Her eyes opened and her hips bucked wildly, vainly struggling for the fullness that was no longer in her. She let out a muted cry as her pelvis did an involuntary vulgar thrust in the air. The slut earrings jingled on her ears as her head popped up.

We laughed. It was quite a site seeing her body betray her and practically plead for my degrading fingers to fuck her again. Oh god the shame and humiliation she must have felt as we stood there laughing at her abject desperation. She looked at me, pleading for more with her eyes... but far too filled with shame to actually ask for it.

She whined, desperate for the release.

I waited. I let her calm down. I let the moment pass.

Then I started again. First stroking her lips, then rubbing her clit, and then penetrating deeply. I allowed Scott to fondle her breasts and play with her nipples as I finger fucked her rhythmically and consistently. I brought her to that moment again, and then, cruelly I denied her orgasm again.

By this time she was moaning, and sobbing, and just saying "pleasee, pleeeease" over and over. I don't know if she meant, "Please let me cum." Or "Please stop doing this." I suppose it could have been either ... or both. 

I did it one more time: I thrust my fingers in and out of her until her orgasm started to build, and then I made her come down once more. 

Finally, I decided to let her go all the way.

As I finger fucked her, this time with three full fingers inside of her, she started to moan loudly. She had become a desperate wanton little slut, wiggling and whining like a cat in heat.

Scott picked up the towel, which still had a lot of her pubic hair on it, and stuffed it into her mouth to muffle her noise.

Her orgasm was amazing. The noises she made were not like fake moaning you hear porn stars make. She made guttural, visceral noises. She was not in control of herself at all. Hey body had taken over, and all of her effort to suppress her reactions failed in one spectacular climax. She heaved and bucked, all of her muscles flexed and straining. Her hips thrust on my persistent fingering. And then, as she came, her juices exploded all over my fingers and all over the table as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her.

Afterward She lay there panting with her eyes closed. I think Scott was impressed.

Later, Scott tried hard to convince me to let him fuck her, or at least make her suck him off. But I knew we were not ready for that just yet. He had no idea that I had not even fucked her yet myself. We cut off the tape with the scissors and let her get dressed in the black slut dress.

***

As we drove home, I talked to her. I told her she had done well and that she had pleased me. I do not know if that meant anything to her or not at that point.

I also talked about her homework assignments.

"Homework?!" She exclaimed. How much worse could this get?

"Shhhh. Yes. Homework." I said.

I gave her the sheet of paper I had prepared.

The first item on the sheet was a URL to a website about Gorean culture. I told her a little about it and said that we would start by learning the slave positions. She already had Nadu down from earlier that day. But now she was going to learn all of them.... and then some. She stared blankly as I spoke.

The second item on the sheet was the URL to a UCLA extension course. I had already signed her up for the class and I had paid the registration fee. I explained to her that she was going to learn belly dancing. I went on to explain that Gorean slaves are often required to dance for their masters, and I wanted her to be able to do it well. Also, the pole-dancing class was already full. She protested briefly, claiming that she did not have time with her studies. I calmly reminded her about the access I had to her grades in the school database, and that excessive studying would not be necessary from here on out. She needed to focus on one thing and one thing only: pleasing her Master.

The third item on the list was a YouTube link to the USC fight song. I wanted her to learn how to sing it.

"What? WHY?" I could tell she was offended. This would be rough for a die-hard Bruin like Jennifer. Besides, there was nothing sexual about it. It was just ... insulting. It did not make sense to her.

I calmly explained that if I wanted her to do naked jumping jacks in the middle of campus, she would fucking do it and not ask 'why?'. She was never to question my orders. 

When we got to her parents house I made her take off the dress and shoes while sitting in the front seat of the car. I let her keep the earrings. I told her that she was to wear the hoops at all times, and the sluts when she was out with me. 

She sat there, naked, barefoot, and trembling in the front seat of my car. It was late and we had stopped in front of her parent's house. I could tell that she was hoping and praying that her parents were not awake. She looked angry and flustered. I started to wonder how far I could push her.

"Now," I said softly. "I want you to thank me for a pleasant evening, and give me a generous kiss goodnight."

She glared at me. For some reason, thanking me and kissing me was worse than all of the sexual humiliation and degradation that she had endured thus far. Kissing is so much closer, so much more intimate. I thought for a moment that she would not be able to do it.

She looked forward and huffed while she held her arms crossed over her breasts. There was a moment of tense silence. 

"Thank you for a pleasant evening sir" she said through gritted teeth, dripping with resentment. Then she turned and looked at me.

She knew she had to do it. She new she had no choice. But just like holding hands at the mall earlier that night, a goodnight kiss was somehow too ...real. It was too much like a regular relationship. She looked at me with a blank look on her face. She closed her eyes and tilted her chin forward slightly. I took the back of her head in my hand and pulled her in for a kiss. She kept her lips tightly closed. 

"Jennifer. I want you to really kiss me." I said softly.

She took a quick breath with her eyes and mouth closed, sitting naked in the dark.

"If it is not warm and passionate like you MEAN it, I will be very angry with you." I continued. "And we both know that you do not want me to be angry with you."

I thought she might start crying again. This may have been the worst thing she had to do. But she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and tilted her head to the side as she moved in to kiss me. She kissed me. She kissed me with passion and affection, our lips open, our tongues probing, meeting and swirling around each other. She rubbed the back of my head with her hand as I massaged the back of her neck and ran fingertips down the side of her bare back. The kiss ended and she delicately laid her head on my shoulder as we embraced.

I was stunned. Either she was the greatest actress ever, or there was genuine affection in that kiss. 

I did not feel entirely right about this. I wanted to dominate this girl, enslave her. I simply could not develop emotions for her like this. 

I snapped out of it. I would make her pay for the emotions she was stirring within me.

I made her get out of the car stark naked to get her clothes out of the trunk. I hesitated cruelly making her stand there on the street, alone in the nude, while waiting for me to open it from inside. 

It was late and there was probably nobody watching. Hopefully her parents weren't awake and peeking out the window.

She grabbed the bag containing her hoodie and jeans. She was quite a site as she hurriedly ran off to the side of the house desperately trying to cover her nudity.

Dammit. That bitch forgot to close my trunk.



The Claiming of Jennifer Kim Ch. 04



Before you can control anyone, you must be able to control yourself.

For a while there, I thought Jennifer Kim had gotten under my skin. And I could not let that happen.

A Dom breaking in a new sub simply cannot succumb to his own immediate desires. It takes patience and discipline. You need to be strict, and consistent. It sounds bad, but in many ways it is like training an animal. You need to remain detached. If you start to develop romantic or lustful feelings for the girl, you will fall down a dangerous rabbit hole. In the end, if you cannot control your own emotions, the sub will end up in control of you. And neither of you want that.

I saw Jennifer on campus twice that week, both times in class. Both times she wore the hoop earrings as I had commanded.

I wondered if she wore the earrings everywhere, or just when she knew I would see her. I decided to try to see her some time next when she did not expect to see me, just to check on her.

That would have to wait. On Thursday afternoon, I slipped her a note to meet me at my apartment that night. By this time, she had given up resisting. She knew I had control of her grades, and that I had evidence that could get her expelled. I also had video of her performing sex acts that I could easily send to her parents.

Ostensibly, she was following my orders because of the blackmail. But today I know different. Today I know that by this time, Jennifer had started to become a true submissive slut. She had not realized it yet. In her mind this was completely non-consensual. In her mind she was being coerced. She would continue to feel like that for quite some time. But things were changing.

Thursday night she showed up at my apartment at 8pm, just as I had ordered, wearing the dangly SLUT earrings. She did not speak. She did not say hello. I opened the door and she walked in moping and reluctant, looking at the ground.

Of course she was reluctant. This was the first time I had her alone in my apartment. Before this we had been in the lab room on campus, in the mall, the adult bookstore and my friend Scott's apartment. There was always someone else present, or at least there was the possibility that someone could walk in. But now, now we were truly alone together. 

And the thought of what I might do to her here clearly repulsed her.

I did not waste anytime.

"Hello Jennifer." I said "Strip naked and put your clothes on that chair."

I walked into the kitchen, as she stood there, stunned at my dismissive abruptness. I imagined that she stood there for a moment, angry and insulted, and may have even contemplated walking right back out the front door. But instead, she began to disrobe. I did not have to insist. She was beginning to learn her place. Soon, I would not even need to tell her to take her clothes off when she entered my apartment.

"Nadu, in the living room when you are finished." I said from the kitchen.

I put some ice water into a glass, and a pot of water on to boil.

When I came back, she was naked and kneeling on the floor between the coffee table and the television. She sat in a perfect Gorean position, just as I had taught her. Good girl.

I admired her pert breasts and slender Asian figure as I picked up the 36-inch ruler I had set on the table. She sat facing me with her knees spread and I could see that she was continuing to keep her pussy shaved. 

Now that was Interesting. I had not told her to keep her pussy shaved, and yet, there it was, completely bald. Something in her had prompted her to shave herself for me. Perhaps it was a conscious decision; maybe she had simply wished to avoid the indignity of being strapped down and shaved again, as she had been by Scott and me before. Or maybe, it was an external representation of what was going on inside of her. A woman's submission is like a blossom that first germinates in the subconscious. Natural subs will often resist, while simultaneously making subtle subservient overtures like this. Maybe she shaved her pubic hair for me as an offering. On a very deep level, she wanted to please me.

She looked toward the ground with a resigned expression on her face.

"Okay slut" I said with some force, and tapped the ruler into my palm "Now I am going to formally begin your training."

She looked up at me as I approached her. I slapped the side of her thigh with the ruler.

"DO NOT look at me!" I said as she winced from the sting of the ruler.

"You may only look at me if I give you permission." I said, "Do you understand, slut?"

She looked down, more resigned than before. "Yes, Sir."

Under strict Gorean rules, she should be addressing me as "Master" but I kind of liked it when she said "Sir", so I allowed it. Besides "Master" always sounded a little pedantic to me. "Sir" was more real.

I proceeded to review the first four or five Gorean positions with her. She already knew Nadu, the kneeling position. Nadu is the Gorean word for "kneel". In this position Jennifer would sit upon her heels with her back and shoulders straight, breasts out, belly in and her head up, though her eyes would remain downcast. Her thighs would be widely spread, and her hands would rest upon thighs, palms upward.

The second position was Bara, also known as Belly Position. When given the order to assume this position, Jennifer had to fall to her stomach, with her face down to the floor and turned to the left. She then had to cross her wrists behind her back and similarly crosses her ankles, with her legs straight.

The third position was Sula, also known as Prone Position. She had to lay upon her back with her hands at her sides, palms upward, and her legs widely spread.

An addition to Sula was Sula-Ki. This is one of my favorites because Jennifer found it especially humiliating. This position is almost identical to Sula position but she had to slowly lift her hips off the floor, as if beckoning me with her pussy, encouraging her sexual use. She had to raise her pussy in the air for my viewing pleasure.

I spent several minutes making Jennifer fumble around naked on the floor as I called out each position, and slapped her with the ruler. The SLUT earrings were jingling in her ears.

"Sula!" I would yell, as she flipped over on her back.

Then "Nadu!" and she would turn over again to get back into kneeling position.

"Bara!" and she bent forward to lay on her belly as I spanked her ass with the ruler and yelled "FASTER Jennifer!"

I spanked her ass with the ruler again, leaving a slight pink stripe, and yelled "Sula!"

She flipped her body over, frantically trying to avoid my cruel spanks.

"WIDER!" I yelled as I slapped the inside of her thigh with the ruler.

She spread her thighs wider.

"Sula-Ki!" I commanded.

She raised her ass and hips off the carpet giving me a wide-open view of her pussy. It was a spectacularly degrading position. I could see that her labia had already started to swell. 

This poor little slut was helpless to avoid displaying her desire to me. I smirked down at her. Her eyes closed in shame, and she began to blush. She knew I could see her arousal and there was nothing she could do about it.

I stood above her victoriously. "Get that ass higher!" I laughed as she strained to raise her hips, presenting her swollen pussy to me for my pleasure.

"Well, well, well" I said mockingly as I touched her pussy with the tip of the ruler. "What do we have here?"

She recoiled as the cold hard tip of the ruler met her hot tender lips.

"Aroused already Jennifer?" I asked smugly.

She took a fast breath and remained silent. I slapped her pussy with the ruler.

SMACK!

Her hips bucked with the sudden sting and her eyes opened widely.

"ANSWER ME SLUT!" I shouted, "Are. You. Aroused. Already?"

Jennifer whimpered and struggled to hold her hips up for me. I raised the ruler slowly as if to threaten her with another slap.

"Y-yes sir!" she managed to squeak out.

"Yes sir, WHAT?" I demanded.

She was really struggling with this. It was hard to admit her own arousal in such a demeaning position.

"Yes sir, this girl is aroused." She whined.

"Oh well isn't that nice of your Master to arouse you?"

She started to cry as she struggled to stay in position. I slapped her pussy with the ruler again.

SWAP!

"UUUGGHHhhhhhh!" She groaned and squirmed her hips, while still holding them up.

"WHAT?" I yelled.

"Yes sir, it is very nice (sob) of her master (sob) to arouse her." She cried.

"Well don't you think you should thank me?" I said condescendingly.

"Yes, Master. (sob) Thank you for (sob) arousing this girl." She said.

This was really humiliating for her. She had never cried so quickly and so openly. I could see that the shock of what I had made her do up to this point was starting to wear off, now she was just alone with the humiliation of what she was being forced to do.

I made her scramble into positions for several minutes. I really enjoyed watching her fumble around naked on my living room carpet. Even when moving quickly she always seemed to move with such grace.

I loved hearing the SLUT earrings jingle. She was sobbing openly and sweating as she jumped from Sula to Bara and back to Nadu. I delighted in slapping her thighs and ass with the ruler.

Finally I was growing tired, and I could see that she was exhausted.

"On the coffee table, slut. Nadu." I said.

She paused, and then scrambled up to kneel on top of the coffee table facing me.

"No," I said, slapping the side of her knee with the ruler. "I want your back to me."

She rolled her eyes and turned herself around as I sat upon the chair at the end of the coffee table, getting a perfect view of her little ass and the delicate curve of her hips and lower back. She had such a beautiful shape. I could see that her skin was starting to get flushed, and it was beginning to glisten with sweat. She was just so beautiful. I had to take a moment to collect myself.

"Now" I said calmly as I sat in the chair. "Lean forward and put your elbows and head on the table."

The next position was called She-Sleen. A sleen is a four-legged animal on Gor. This position forced her hindquarters up-thrusted for my viewing pleasure. With her legs spread and her ass up I could easily see her hungry little pussy and her tight pink asshole.

I sat there for a moment admiring her pussy and ass, so starkly exposed. I smiled. I was quite satisfied with myself. Of course by now my cock was rock hard. This lovely little creature was completely under my control. She was forced to demean herself so totally as her ass stuck up in the air. I felt so powerful.

Next was a command I had made up, but it was one I really enjoyed. It was called "Entice". Whenever I uttered the command "Entice", Jennifer was forced to sway and gyrate her ass in a seductive manner. She would slowly swivel and grind in the air.

She hated this more than anything. It was a performance. She had to present herself on display and present her sex to me as I sat there grinning at her. God, how I loved the "Entice" command. I loved seeing her reluctantly wiggle and move her ass, beckoning me against her will, to fuck her.

As she grinded and swayed her hips for my pleasure, I stood, leaving the ruler on the chair and approached her from behind. I stood and caressed her gyrating ass and removed my cock.

She groaned. This was it. She knew that I was finally going to fuck her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

I know she wanted it. She needed to have her starving pussy filled and stretched by my erect cock. I could clearly see her juices now. She could not deny it. She wanted me to fuck her hard, right then and there.

However, I would deny her once again. It was too early to fuck her. I had a strict plan, and fucking her was still weeks away. As her hips danced before me, I stood and jerked off. It did not take long before I was ready to shoot my load. I came hard spurting my cum on her ass, her back, and even the back of her head.

She groaned again. Was it a groan of humiliation from being cum upon so crudely? Or was it a groan of wantonness, for she was denied once again? I made her hold her position, covered in my ejaculate.

By this time the kettle of water had begun to whistle. I poured the boiling water into a mug. Then I took two table knives. I put one knife into the glass of ice water and one knife into the mug of hot water. I carried them out and put them on the table next to her.

The next lesson was the association of pleasure and pain. To be honest, I do not really get off on inflicting pain, but I know through experience that it is necessary to properly train a slave.

I began rubbing and probing her soaking wet pussy with my fingers. By now, I knew exactly how she liked to be finger fucked. Two fingers, slightly apart, thrusting deep and alternating, almost like they were two kicking legs of a scuba diver. I pushed in and out until her body tensed. Her hips began to buck slightly, meeting my thrusts. Just as she began getting into it, I stopped and touched her hip with the hot knife.

"AAHHHHhiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIII!!" She screamed and recoiled as the hot knife touched her skin. I rubbed her pussy some more. She wanted that feeling so badly. She desperately wanted my fingers to penetrate and fill her.

I touched the same spot with the cold knife.

She gasped but did not scream.

Maybe the hot knife was a little too hot. I touched myself with it. Ouch. Yes, too hot. From then on, I paused a moment after taking the knife out of the boiling water before I touched her with it.

I repeated this several times at various points on her body. The back of her knees, the top center of her back, her armpit. I was forcing her to become aware of every square inch of her body. She was not able to forget her nakedness and vulnerability as I pleasured her throbbing pussy. I alternated between hot and cold knives against various sensitive areas on her helpless body. I teased her and toyed with her. She groaned and whimpered as she bucked her hips in vain. Then, as her breathing increased, and I could barely feel her vaginal muscles begin to clench. I removed my fingers completely.

Her pelvis continued to thrust, uselessly humping in the air. She whined. It was a desperate whine, wanton and bare.

She looked over her shoulder at me, glaring.

I spanked her sharply on the ass. "I told you not to look at me." I said coldly.

She closed her eyes and sucked in air, hanging her head in defeat. She wept as the weight of her humiliation fell upon her once again. Her own body betrayed her dignity with such, vulgarity. At that point she had to wonder what it was inside her that made her ass hump so crudely, begging to be fucked despite her.

I knew what it was of course. I could see the precursors of her total submission manifesting themselves right there on my coffee table. For a long time I stood there looking at her. I did nothing. I just let her kneel on all fours like an animal, ass in the air, as she wept. Eventually she stopped crying until she was just taking those quick deep involuntary post-cry breaths.

Orgasm denial is one of the most powerful tools at the Dom's disposal. Denying a sub of an orgasm serves many purposes. Of course it serves to assert ones dominance. But more importantly, it leaves the sub in a state of intense desire. She begins to associate the Dom with that pining feeling. The Dom becomes the symbol of her want. The longer the Dom can keep her desperately desiring an orgasm while being alone in my presence the better. It becomes what Pavlov called "The Conditioned Response". Eventually, her response to the Dom's mere presence will become an intense desire for an orgasm.

After giving her a few moments to calm down, I began to gently and lovingly torture her once again. I let my hands roam over her bare skin. Her skin was still warm and slightly moist from sweat. I felt her ass, her hips and into the curve of her hips. I ran my hands up her waist along her ribcage, under her arms and then over her shoulders. I ran my hands up the top of her shoulders to her neck. I gathered her hair in my hands and pulled it back softly into a ponytail, and let it fall back, spilling over her upper back.

She knelt there helplessly as I caressed her body. I reached under with both hands and cupped each of her breasts. Her breasts were small, but very firm. Whenever I squeezed them like this, I could feel her tense a bit. I knew her breasts were sensitive and erogenous. I kneaded them, squeezed them, and fondled them. I pinched her nipples lightly and played with them between my fingers. She remained bent over on hands and knees the table as I stood over her, reaching around her torso with a hand on each of her breasts. I alternated between playing with her nipples and kneading her breasts until I felt her still herself, and her breathing pattern changed.

At that point I put my hands on her ass. By this time the air had cooled her skin, and my hands were a warm surprise. She took a quick breath, but not quite a gasp. I smiled. I squeezed and caressed each of her cheeks. I rubbed and separated them, letting the cool air hit her sensitive little asshole. I know this embarrassed her. I stood above her and toyed with her. She knew I could see between her legs. She wanted so badly to curl up and cover herself, but I would not allow it. I wanted her to want. Her thighs were so smooth and strong. The skin of her inner thighs was supernaturally soft. I did not understand how any surface of any creature could feel so soft. I could not take my hands off of her. I stroked her calves, her ankles. She squirmed slightly when I touched the bottom of her feet. She was ticklish there.

But I had to focus. I reached up to her pussy and burrowed in with my fingers. She involuntarily arched her back. My fingertips stroked her slit up and down. She had some wetness remaining, and almost instantly she was completely aroused with juices once again.

I put one hand on the small of her back, steadying her, as the fingers of my other hand found her engorged clitoris.

"What do we have here, Jennifer" I said smiling.

She whimpered with involuntary desire and arched her back even more deeply.

I rubbed her clit. I put pressure on it as I pressed my hand onto the small of her back.

"oohhh..." she moaned.

"Would you like to cum Jennifer?" I asked coyly.

"Yes, sir." She said quickly.

"Then you will have to beg for it." I said.

"Ughhhhhhh!" She breathed hard.

"Beg me Jennifer. Beg me to let you cum."

"Pleeeeassee!"

"Please?" I asked, and I continued to manipulate her clit.

"Please let me cum, Sir!"

I yanked my fingers out of her pussy and spanked her, her juices on my hand splattering on her ass as my bare hand met her vulnerable skin.

"Owwww!" She moaned, out of frustration more than pain.

"Me?!" I asked and swatted her again.

"Ughh! This girl! Please let this girl cum sir!" She whined.

I laughed. "What was that? I didn't hear you."

"Please let this girl cum sir!" She was really sounding desperate.

"You want me to rub your clit some more?" I asked as I rubbed the remainder of her juices on her ass.

"Yes Sir! Please, Sir!"

"I said, 'do you want me to rub your clit some more' Jennifer! Repeat it!"

"Ugghhh" she started to buck a little "Please rub this girl's clit sir!"

"You want me to finger-fuck you!?"

"YES! Yes ...please finger-fuck this girl, sir!"

I stuck my fingers back between her legs and quickly found her clit. It was so hard and swollen, that it was very easy to find.

"AIIIIIiiiiiiii!" she exclaimed as the pleasure hit her.

"Now I want you to use first person Jennifer. Say 'Please Fuck me Sir'."

She looked up, possible confused.

I pulled my finger out and spanked her again.




The Claiming of Jennifer Kim Ch. 04



"Ughhh!" Her hips jumped, probably more from the sudden withdrawal rather than the spanking. "Please fuck me Sir!"

I spanked her. "Again!"

"Please fuck me Sir!

Spank. "AGAIN!"

"PLEASE FUCK ME SIR!"

I sat back down in the chair. She gasped and looked over at me and quickly shot her head back, remembered that she was not allowed to look at me.

"Pleeeeeease sir! PLEASE! Please fuck me!!"

"Entice." I said calmly, coldly.

"Sir! Please!" she begged.

"ENTICE!" I said sharply.

She whined like an animal in heat and reluctantly began to sway and wag her ass back and forth. I could see that her pussy was red, swollen, and very wet. I could actually smell her arousal. 

Every part of her body was begging for sexual release. She had forgotten her dignity and her modesty. She gyrated her hips like a desperate slut, caring about nothing but the craving and the desire for sex, smoldering within her.

"I want to hear you moan Jennifer." I said to her "Moan like a bitch in heat for me."

"sir. ...please sir" she panted.

"If you want it Jennifer, you have to moan for it."

She paused. This was another level deeper. We both knew it.

She took a deep breath.

I smiled. She was going to do it.

The first moan was weak. It was more like a whine. "oooohhhhhhh....."

"Louder Jennifer."

"OOohhhhhhh!"

"Louder. And keep moving your hips."

"OOOOHHHHHHhhhhhhh!"

She was getting better. Her ass was moving around seductively again, just like I like. She was just so fucking sexy. She had no idea. Moaning and gyrating with her swollen wet pussy. The smell had grown stronger. There was nothing she could do under my power. She had been reduced to being just a mammal begging for a mate.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

"Okay enough." I said with disgust. "For god sake Jennifer, stand up. I can SMELL you."

She paused and let out the most desperate and pathetic whimper I have ever heard a human make.

"On your FEET! NOW!"

She stood and looked down, not meeting my eyes. She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around her left triceps covering her breasts, and she let her left hand fall lazily in front her pussy. It was obvious that she was covering herself involuntarily as I stood staring hard at her. She must have felt so exposed at that moment, so naked and humiliated. I was breaking her.

"I need to clean you up." I said with mock disgust. "You are a mess."

The truth was, she looked absolutely amazing. I was anything but disgusted by her. Her skin glowed radiantly. Her vulnerability was apparent. Her body trembled, her chest heaved with each breath. Her dampened hair clung to brow, furrowed in frustration and confusion. I could see her mind racing, trying to understand herself, what she had done, and what she had became. And all the while, her pussy continued to desire simply to be filled; the desire becoming a growing and conspicuous emptiness inside her.

I marched her into the bathroom and made her stand in the bathtub. I tuned on the water. She shuddered and gasped loudly, wrapping her arms tightly around her body as the cold water hit her skin. I made her stand there under the merciless cold shower as her face twisted and she began to cry again.

I know this sounds cruel. It sounds like I am being mean to her. It sounds like she is the poor defenseless little girl, and I am the big bad man, torturing her. I know this. I know how it appears. But I was doing these things for her. I know it can be a difficult process, and it can be difficult to understand at times, but this was all necessary for her.

I got my camcorder and video taped her. I made her shower for me. I made her rub soap all over her naked body. She eventually became used to the chill of the water, and I allowed her to turn some hot water on, adjusting the temperature She now closed her eyes and mechanically washed herself. She knew the harsh light of the bathroom would be unflattering. She kept her eyes closed tightly, my camcorder capturing every moment of her shame.

After a while, to her obvious humiliation, I started directing her.

"Turn more...face me...rub the suds on your breasts....there that's it...very nice."

I was talking to her like she was a nude model in a photo shoot. She absolutely hated it.

"Okay nice ... now let me see your ass ... bend a little...there...now stick it out... okay now rub more soap on it... come on Jennifer, make it sexy."

She was mortified to be following my lascivious commands, all wet and soapy in the shower. She was embarrassed to pose in such a sexy manner. I really got off on this. I loved the power of being able to tell her to do something, and then she would do it, despite her embarrassment. She looked so good in that shower. Her trim little body shiny and wet, the suds running down her flat stomach and down the curve of her slender thighs. She was just gorgeous.

I was hard again.

I flipped off the camera and commanded her to rinse and dry off. For some reason my heart was beating. I think I really got turned on watching Jennifer in the shower and directing her for the camera. My erection was raging.

I sat on my bed with my back against my headboard as she dried her hair in the bathroom. She came into the room holding a towel around herself.

"Sir" she asked, "May this girl use this lotion?"

I blinked. Of course, women always apply lotion after a shower. "Yes you may."

I did not even know I had lotion. It must have belonged to my ex. From my bed I could see Jennifer rubbing lotion on herself. Oh god.

She came back with the towel wrapped tightly around her chest, and one wrapped around her hair like a turban.

I made her drop the towel around her body to the floor. She looked so amazing, standing there naked with a towel around her hair, highlighting her long neck and slender shoulders. I made her lay on the bed, her face down between my legs. I told her to suck my cock. She took my cock in her hand and began to suck without objection or even a hint of resistance.

It felt so good. Her lips, her tongue, the tight grip of her hand. I was momentarily lost in the pleasure, and I did not notice that she had placed a leg over mine, which allowed her to position her pussy on my shin, just below my knee. This gave me an idea.

As she sucked on my cock, I told her to press her pussy on my leg.

She did so, obediently, and I felt her pressing her pelvis against my leg. Clearly it gave her another spark of pleasure. She began lightly humping my leg. I know this humiliated her. She was giving me oral sex while masturbating herself of the hard bone of my shin. I could feel the wetness of her pussy begin to ooze on to my leg. When she began to moan with her mouth around my dick, I felt an incredible rush of power.

"That's it Jennifer. Harder" I said and closed my eyes. "Beg me to fuck you."

She took a deep breath and looked up at me and with a soft, almost sleepily sexy voice she said: "Please fuck me Sir."

I put my hand on the top of her head.

She grinded her pussy into my leg and repeated in syncopated rhythm, "Please fuck me Sir... please fuck me Sir ... please fuck me Sir..."

I tightend my grip on the top of her head, grasping her wet hair into my fist. I felt like I owned her, as if I had complete control over her, over myself, over everything. What happened next, I would later acknowledge as a mistake. It was an impetuous lapse in judgment. I let my own feelings get the best of me.

And I pulled her off of me and rolled on top of her. She spread her legs wide like a desperate slut, begging for cock.

Her labia were engorged and eager. I pressed my cock into her. Despite her wetness, her pussy was very tight, so I needed to burrow in and push the head of my cock into her. I pushed, and pressed. She closed her eyes and threw he head back, showing me the taut softness of the front of her neck. I entered her. She let out a yelp as I thrust deeper into her. I made love her hard and deep. She mewed and grunted.

Her pussy was tight. So fucking tight... Dammit... Asian girls and their tight ... pussies ... Fuck. This was not going to last long.

Her face ... I could not tell ... was she experiencing joy, or was it grief? Did she want this or not? Was she happy and relieved to finally feel her pussy filled, or was she horrified at what she had done to get here, that she had begged me for this like a worthless slut? Was she thinking about the pleasure, or what her parents would think of her if they knew what she had become?

She looked into my eyes and we came together.

She dug her fingernails into the back of my deltoids and she somehow screamed with her mouth closed, behind her tightly clenched jaw. I tightened my muscles, coming hard, and filling her with my seed. It happened so suddenly, almost unexpectedly.

It ended and I collapsed next to her. What had I done? I had fucked her way too early. WAY too early. This was all wrong. I looked at her. Her eyes were closed. We breathed in sync with each other.

I don't know what happened or what she did to me. It was something about the quiver in her voice or the focus in her eyes. I have dominated many submissives in the past. This is never happened. I have ALWAYS maintained control. But with Jennifer Kim I just... I just I did something that I did not want to do.

But now it was done.

I could not undo it.

She laid there on my bed, breathing in sync with me.

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The Claiming of Jennifer Kim Ch. 05



After we had sex that night, the door was open. I really enjoyed fucking Jennifer. Her pussy was small and tight. It was almost as if it was trying to stay tightly closed to prevent me from penetrating her. However, at the same time she would get very wet. That combination of tightness and wetness felt so well, I cannot even describe it. There was something about the paradox of Jennifer Kim that made me want her more and more each time I was with her.

I don't know what it was about her. I had dominated many women before her. Jennifer was not even the prettiest or the hottest. I just can't explain how she got under my skin like she did.

There was something about her apparent internal conflicts that really got to me. There was like this tension in her soul as several opposing forces within her struggled with each other. There was an ongoing war between her conservative sexual values, and her obvious slutty submissive nature. But there was also a tension between her desires to do well and to perform well contrasted with her strong sense of dignity.

So, if I gave her an order, say, to strip for me, conservative Korean Jennifer would want to resist because doing so would be improper or immoral, while slutty submissive Jennifer would want to get naked and get fucked right away. Meanwhile, the strong dignified Jennifer would want to keep herself clothed, while the competitive over-achiever Jennifer would want to perform the sexiest striptease ever.

In the weeks that would follow, I could see that there was a four-way tug of war going on inside of her whenever I gave her an order to do something sexually degrading. Sometimes this side of her would come through a little bit here, while that side would show through there. Did she hate it or did she love it? Whenever I fucked her after that first time, she definitely became aroused, and she definitely had orgasms so you would think that she loved it. But her facial expressions and general reluctance seemed to suggest she hated it. It made watching her, touching her, just being with her so compelling. I could not get enough of it.

This, for me, was a very bad thing. As a Dom, I could not allow her to penetrate my mind like she was starting to do. As a Dom I had to keep myself somewhat detached. If I were to fall for her, she would have some degree of control over me. I could not, and would not let that happen. I needed to be completely in control, or this whole thing would fall apart.

After that first night, I spent the next few days alone. I did everything I could to get her out of my head. But the more I tried, the worse it got. I would see her in class, but I would not acknowledge her. And if I did not acknowledge her, she would not acknowledge me. But everyday she wore the hoop earrings as I had commanded.

So she sat in class, listened to the lecture, dutifully taking notes, and she never -*never*- looked over at me. But whenever I saw the light reflect off of those hoop earrings, I knew she had to think of me. I knew that for now, the part of her that wanted to look at me was losing the tug of war with the part of her that had to focus on schoolwork. I would stare hard at her. I knew she could see me staring at her in her peripheral vision. But she never once looked over at me. 

Finally I could not take it anymore. After seven days of not speaking to her, I handed her a note as she walked out of class. She took the note and slid it into her pocket without looking at me or saying anything to me. She did not even break her stride as she walked by. God, that drove me nuts. 

The note simply instructed her to be at my place at 6pm that night. I had no doubt that she would obey. And when she showed up at my door at 5:57 pm, she wore the earrings with the rhinestone letters that read S-L-U-T dangling from each perfect earlobe.

When she arrived, I did not have to command her to strip naked as I usually did. She just walked in without a word and began taking off her clothes. On some level this annoyed me, that she would do something without me issuing a command. But on the other hand, it really excited me that this beautiful girl was getting naked in my living room. The thought that on some level she was really excited to be with me sexually made my heart beat a little more rapidly.

By this time she no longer presented even a hint of resistance. Nudity did not seem to really bother her anymore, at least not being naked in my presence. By then I had seen her naked many times, I guess she had just grown used to it. 

She approached me, again without being commanded. Then, finally, after more than a week, she spoke to me.

"May this girl suck your cock, Master?" she said coolly.

I admit I was surprised. "Yes, yes you may."

Her expression did not change as she lowered herself to her knees in front of me and unbuttoned my jeans.

She casually took a hold of my hardening cock and mechanically inserted in her mouth. The sound of her SLUT earrings jingling mixed with the slurping noises she made were the only sounds in the room as she bobbed her head up and down earnestly, but dispassionately. She was like a well-programmed robot. By this time she had performed oral sex for me many times, so she knew what sensations I liked and when I liked them. She knew just when to suck, just when to stroke, and just when to lick. She had become a perfect little blowjob slave. Oral sex in my living room had become a well-traveled road for her. 

Of course I loved it. I loved it every single time. She had become a real expert at sucking my cock. I don't mean she was an expert at cock sucking in general; she had become an expert at sucking MY cock in particular. That expertise plus her reluctant affect was an incredible turn on for me. We both knew that she was doing it because she had to, not because she wanted to. 

It did not take me long to climax. She opened her mouth wide like a baby bird in its mother's nest. She squeezed me hard and pumped my cock fast, lubricated by her saliva, as I shot my sperm into her open, waiting mouth. She even turned her head slightly toward the end allowing the last of it spurt onto her cheek. 

She knew exactly what I liked to see. I sat there panting for a moment on the couch, as the final waves of my orgasm subsided. She kneeled there looking at me lazily expectant as she held my deflating cock, and the large dollop of cum dangled from her left jawbone. She closed her eyes and sat still, waiting patiently for my next order. 

I did not allow her to wipe my cum from her face. Instead I wrapped the leather collar around her neck and fastened it with the small padlock. The lock made a "cl-click" sound as it snapped shut. I attached the long chain to the D ring on the collar and made her crawl on the floor like a dog on a leash.

She sighed.

I took her through some Gorean positions: Nadu, Bara, Sula, Sula-Ki, all of them. I had her practice serving. Serving was a big deal in Gor. It was important for slaves to be dutiful, graceful and humble when delivering a drink or some food to a free person. She got good at it, really good in fact. 

She got to a point at which she was even bored with it. It was all becoming routine for her. Even the 'Entice' command - the one I had made up - in which she had to get down on her hands and knees while bumping, grinding and rotating her hips for me, seemed to have become somewhat tedious for her.

It still really aroused me though. I loved making her do it. The sight of her ass swaying or her naked pussy gently thrusting back and forth to nonexistent music was still quite hypnotizing to me. Jennifer had that tight little Asian body. She wore her long dark hair in a high ponytail that just kissed the top of her shoulders. 

As she writhed her nubile young figure for me, her facial expression was blank, as if she was bored, or even annoyed. She practically rolled her eyes as she gyrated her lithe naked form around for my viewing pleasure, right there in my living room. After a several minutes of that, I could not take it anymore. I made her drop to her knees, crawl to me, and perform oral sex again. I held the chain as she sucked on me.

After a few strokes, she removed my cock from her mouth, looked up at me and asked, with a very slight, almost imperceptible hint of seduction: "Would you like to have sex with this girl, Master?"

"Of course I would." I thought to myself as I looked down at her. But I said nothing. She looked at me, almost blankly, waiting for my answer. I could not understand why she was being so forward. She always did what I commanded, but she NEVER offered to do anything. Now here she was offering to have sex with me. I guess she new that sex was a fait accompli, and she might as well do it right away and get it over with.

We went into the bedroom and got into bed. I kissed her, I fondled her, I rubbed by body upon hers. She obliged. It seems strange now, but up until that point we had never really had just straight sex before. There had always been some degree of Domination and submission. I always made her get naked while I stayed dressed. I always made her do things for me. I always spanked her or made her assume humiliating Gorean positions before making her suck my cock. And only after all of that would I actually perform coitus. I got off on the Dominance and I could tell she got off on submission, at least on some level, whether she chose to admit it or not.

So having straight vanilla missionary sex was very unusual. It was almost ... exotic for us. It was like we were pretending to be regular boyfriend/girlfriend. It was like a regular relationship without all the underlying blackmail and coercions. I actually really liked it. Holding her and kissing her, caressing her like we were lovers in love felt both natural and foreign at the same time. I did not want it to ever stop.

But it did.

It stopped in one single crushing instant when I saw her looking over at the clock for the third time. Then my internal dialogue started going crazy. "Why is she looking at the clock?"

In the end I made her get on top of me in my favorite position - reverse cowgirl. 

Now you might think that reverse cowgirl is not the most appropriate position for a Dom because the woman is on top. But I would disagree. In reverse cowgirl, the sub does all the work. The Dom decides the pace, and because her ass is facing him, it is easy to spank her and command her to go faster and harder, or spank her and command her to go long and slow. As long as the Dom maintains the control, and achieves his maximum pleasure, any position is good.

Besides it gave me an excellent view of Jennifer's perfect little ass. I loved smacking it and hearing her groan as she pumped herself up and down on my cock. I loved how she had to do the work to please me while I watched her ass. I could always cum in that position. And once again I did. Jennifer did not have an orgasm at all.It seemed like she was just trying to get it over with. When it was over she asked to go to the bathroom. When she came back out, I am pretty sure I saw her check the clock again. That was really starting to bug me.

"Were you trying to beat your record?"I asked

"Sorry sir?" she did not know what I was talking about.

"You keep looking at the clock." I said.

"Oh ... I .." she looked at me and asked "Did you enjoy that, Sir?"

"Yes." I answered.

"This girl worked very hard to please you, Sir." She looked at the ground.

"And you did," I said, "I could tell you were really putting forth an effort." 

"This girl is happy that you are pleased, Sir," she said. She usually did not talk this much. Something was up.

"What is it Jennifer?" I asked.

"Well sir ... she said "you made me come over on such late notice. I had told my friend that I would be able to go to a study group tonight."

"A study group?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir." she replied. "At 8 pm. I was hoping that since this girl had pleased you, that ... that...

"That what?" I was getting impatient.

"That this girl could..." her voice got quieter "leave at 7:30?"

I was angry. "So that whole time we were having sex, you were just looking at the clock and thinking about your study group?!"

"Oh NO sir!" She said with a faint degree of panic. "I was thinking about how I could ... how this girl could ... please you... Sir.

"Why are you so worried about studying?" I asked. "I told you I have access to the University computer system. I can give you a 4.0 this quarter and you wont have to do anything."

"But..." she whined

"But WHAT?!" I was raising my voice.

"But I still want to learn ...I- I am pre-med ... this is Bio ... I need to know this material!" She was sounding worried. 

I was getting angrier by the second. No wonder she was so aggressive. No wonder she did not waste any time, and did everything without being told. She wanted to make me cum quick, so I would let her go.

"With whom were you planning on studying?"

"No one." She said. "Just a friend."

"WHO?!" I demanded.

"Sophie." she said. I could tell she was lying.

"Okay let's call Sophie on speaker." I said as Jennifer's eyes widened. "Give me your phone."

"No sir, we don't have to call her. I will stay here." she said "You are right, I don't need to study. I just need to please you, Master." 

"With. Whom. Were. You. Planning. On. Studying. Jennifer?" I said, trying to contain my anger.

She looked down. "James, Sir."

James...that fucking Asian guy. The fucking tall, good-looking Asian guy. God. Damn.

"I see." I said calmly.

"But I don't need to, Sir." She said. "Maybe I could just call him to cancel, so he doesn't get worried and try to call me."

"You ... want to call him?" I said, extra calmly.

"If it..." she paused "...if it pleases you, Sir. Otherwise I would be happy to turn off my phone and focus on your ... your pleasure., Sir"

My pleasure. Fuck. FUCK. God Dammit. 

"My Pleasure?" I said. "Let's not worry about MY pleasure. You only really seem concerned with YOUR pleasure. Aren't you Jennifer?"

"OH no, Sir!" She said

"So why don't you just lay down." I said, barely hiding the sarcasm. "And we'll see what we can do about your pleasure."

"Sir, maybe this girl could dance for you ... or suck your cock? Sir?" 

"LAY DOWN NOW!" I shouted.

She obeyed quickly, scared by my sudden shout.

The first time I was introduced to bondage was by a girl I was dating. She loved being bound and helpless. Eventually I bought some leather bindings from the adult store downtown, and some plastic zip ties with a few lengths of chain from Home Depot. With those materials, I was able to fashion some ankle and wrist shackles that I attached to each of the legs of my bed., and hide them underneath until I was ready to use them. I got them out for Jennifer for the first time. 

Naturally, she was surprised to see them. I usually do not like to bind my subs. I get more pleasure from making them do things. But these leather shackles were going to come in handy. I fastened them tightly around each of her wrists and ankles. Then left her helpless, naked, and spread-eagle on my bed, as I went to find her purse.

When I came back into the room she looked at me. I could see that she was wondering why I had her purse, but she knew not to ask.

I stopped for a moment to look at her. Even though I was seething with anger, I could not help but admire her nudity. She was so helpless and vulnerable. But I snapped out of it quickly.

"Now" I said as I positioned myself between her spread open legs. "Let's see what we can do about YOUR pleasure."

Her eyes were fixed on me. She had no idea what I was doing. 

I leaned down and lay on my stomach between her open legs, placing my head close to her wide-open pussy. I kissed it gently and quickly. She shuddered. I then gently kissed her left inner thigh, and then her right. She writhed slightly. I kissed all around her vulva, circling it with short little baby kisses.

Next I pressed my closed lips against it, applying pressure with my jaw. I could smell her arousal. She writhed some more and let out a soft little moan as I pressed my jaw against her pussy, grinding into her. I rubbed my lips on her vulva, continuing the pressure. 

I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed. It looked like she was enjoying this. 

As I grinded my jaw against her and I rubbed my lips on her labia, I began to let my tongue probe between them. She took a fast hard breath when my warm tongue gingerly stroked downward on the inside of her left outer labia. Then I licked upward on the right, all the way to the top, just barely teasing her clit.

Jennifer's juices were sweet. I mean they were literally sweet. I have performed oral sex on women before. They have never tasted like this. Jennifer's pussy was simply delicious, and I savored the taste as I drew my tongue up the right side and down the left. 

"Ooohhhhhhhh..." she moaned as I licked her. 

Then I repositioned my head so that as I licked her up and down, I was able to lightly stimulate her clit with the tip of my nose. Up the right side, and down the left with tight simultaneous little circles on her clit.

"Ohhhh Massster" she hummed. "Ohhh Master that feels soooo good. Ohhhh ... I am so glad you are not angry with this girl. Ohhhhhhhh. I ... I thought you were.... angry..... MMMmmmmmm..."

I applied a little more pressure on her clit with the tip of my nose, and then I leaned up to circle her clit with my tongue. She tensed at the intensified stimulation. I licked her clit harder as I proceeded to grind her vulva with my chin.

That is when I began to feel her pushing back on me. Despite the fact that she was immobilized, she was pressing her pelvis forward, desperate for more friction.

I flexed the tip of my tongue into a small, hard tip, and licked hard on her clit.

Her thighs tensed, I could feel them on my cheeks. She could feel her orgasm building, growing deep inside her ready to explode in wave after wave of sensual pleasure. Her moan was interrupted by a quick gasp. She was closer ... and closer ... and then I stopped.

"Unnghhh!" she groaned and involuntarily thrusted her pelvis as I sat up and opened her purse, producing her phone.

"Ohhhhh Masterrrrrr ..." she whaled. "What -what are you doing? Please Master! Please let this girl finish!"

"Oh I will let you finish." I said with a half-smile as I flipped through her contacts. "But first you need to call James to cancel your study group"

"Master, please let me finish ... ohmygod master!" She shreiked "What are you doing.!?!?"

She did not really need to ask what I was doing. It was obvious that I had found James' number on her phone, and that I had put the phone on speaker mode. I rested the phone on her chest, and returned to her sweet-tasting pussy.

"Oh GOD NO!! Master PLEASE NO!!" She begged as James' phone rang on the speaker.

I picked up exactly where I had left off, pressing hard as I circled her clit with my tongue.

"Ughhhh!" She groaned as the phone clicked.

"Hey You!" a male voice said from the speaker. "Where are you?"

She was flush and struggling. "Hi James ... I ... I cant make it tonight."

"Oh that sucks!" He said, "Why not?"

I was licking harder now, circling and circling in a tight consistent rhythm around her clit.

"She took an involuntary deep breath."

"I ... I'm just not ... I don't ... I'm just..." She was having a hard time thinking straight and a hard time forming words. 

"Jennifer what's wrong?" He said.

"nnnggghhh ... Nothing. Nothings wrong."

"You sound like you are having trouble breathing"

I continued to stimulate her, bringing her closer.

"N-No ... I'm fine ... I mean I'm I'm not ... um (gulp) feeling well"

"Are you sick?"

"NO!" she shouted, probably at me, rather than James' question.




The Claiming of Jennifer Kim Ch. 05



She gasped hard. Her orgasm was coming back. I kept the pressure on her clit, holding her legs open with my palms on her inner thighs.

"Then what's wrong?" He asked.

"I just c-cant m-make it"

She was writhing hard trying to get away from my tongue. I held on tight to both of her thighs, licking her mercilessly.

"Jennifer ... what are you doing right now?" James said, sounding suspicious,

"Nothing!" she cried as her breath increased.

I let a barely audible "mmmmmm" escape my lips as I started to suck on her clit, taking it between my teeth and rhythmically flicking it with my tongue.

"Is someone there with you?" He said, starting to sound a little upset.

"No ... I just.. I have to go!"

"Where are you? Are you at your place?"

"I ... uh ... I just have to go ... " She was cumming hard, straining with her neck and arms. I held her down as she came. The phone fell off her chest, bounced off the mattress and on to the floor.

"Ok. Fine. Whatever." He huffed. "See you in class." *Click*

Then, immediately after James had hung up, she gave in and did that thing where she screams against her tightly closed mouth while thrusting and grinding with her pelvis against my jawbone.

I kept the rhythm consistent, and she came at least three times in a matter of a few minutes.

When it was over she lay there panting. I wondered if she realized that the humiliation had made the orgasms better for her.

"I don't want you to see him anymore." I said coldly.

She did not say anything.

"Am I understood?" I said impatiently.

"But..." She said, breathing heavily.

I got really angry. Despite what I had just done for her, she STILL wanted to go see that guy again. I slapped the inside of her thigh.

She jumped against her bindings and grunted at the pain. I slapped her thigh again, leaving a pink mark.

"Owwwww!" she shouted.

I rained many slaps on her bound inner thighs, mostly up near her pussy, and down to about half way to her knees. She jerked and shuddered and whaled as I slapped her thighs.

"NNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" She screamed behind her clenched teeth and mouth as I spanked her directly on the pussy. I spanked her vulva six hard times until she finally begged me to stop.

"Please Master Pleeeeeeeeease!! She groaned. "Pleaasse Stop!"

"I said, I don't want you to see him anymore." I repeated..

"Yes, Master" she said weakly, completely spent. I left her bound and naked for a while. I went into the other room and reflected for a while.

I hated to admit this, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I just could not deny the fact that her affection for that James guy had really made me jealous.

This whole situation was making me struggle way more than it should have. 

Imagine a Dom having such a petty little emotion like jealousy over his sub. Jealousy! It was unseemly and decidedly unDom-like. I just could not allow it to happen to me. I had to remain in complete control of this situation, of Jennifer, but most importantly, of myself.

I had to desensitize myself. I had to control this. I would desensitize myself by allowing other people to see her, and maybe even touch her. 

Once again I would enlist the help of my friend and former roommate: Scott Chadwick.

* * * * * * * *

I told Jennifer to come to my apartment that Saturday morning. She had worn her SLUT earrings that day without me reminding her. I noticed that she had sounded surprised when I told her just to wear sweats, sneakers, and regular cotton underwear that day. She probably figured, with more than a bit of horror, that I would be providing some sort of insidiously kinky outfit for her to wear that day. Of course, she figured correctly.

After the obligatory strip and blowjob, I told her to get up and shower. By that time she had her own drawer in my bathroom with all of her shampoos and lotions and things. I heard the shower start as I poured myself a cup of coffee. 

I still really enjoyed watching Jennifer shower. She had such a beautiful body. I loved watching the soapy water run down her taut belly and thighs. She looked so graceful as she leaned back, sticking her pert breasts out as she squeezed the shampoo from her long dark hair. 

But she hated it when I watched her shave her pussy. I don't think she really liked having a bald pussy at all. To be truthful, I did not care to see bald pussies myself, I preferred to see a nice trim little bush on a woman, but this was one of the few things to which she had NOT yet become accustomed. Shaving her pussy, especially while I watched her, still made her feel like a slut. 

But today I was not going to watch her shower and shave. It would probably just turn me on again and then I would have to cum again, and then she would have to shower again and well, we just did not have that much time. We had to leave in the next fifteen minutes, and she still needed to dry off, do her hair and makeup, and get dressed. As I sipped my steamy coffee, I retrieved the bright yellow, plastic UCLA bag from the closet.

"What's that?" she asked, as she stood wrapped in one of my towels, combing her wet hair.

"It's a bag from the UCLA bookstore." I replied.

"I can see that" she said. "What's in it?" 

"Your outfit for the day." I said.

"Are we going somewhere?" she asked, sounding a little worried.

"Yes" I said. "We are going to Scott's place to watch the game. And you, my dear, are going to support your team by wearing this." From out of the bag I revealed a skimpy UCLA cheerleader costume.

I grinned proudly. She rolled her eyes slightly, and slumped back into the bathroom. She knew me and she knew that occasionally I would make her do silly things like this. The cheerleader outfit, skimpy as it was, was not even close to some of the other stuff I had made her wear. Besides that, she knew Scott fairly well by that time, and had been to his place before. It was all part of the routine. Even the baby blue UCLA bra and thong panties did not seem to faze her. 

Jennifer was a UCLA undergrad. I think she was a little angry with me because I was forcing her to miss the UCLA/USC football game, which she had planned to attend with her friends. The two schools are big cross-town rivals, and the annual game was a big event for fans, undergrads and alumni alike.

Despite the fact that I was a grad student and TA at UCLA, I had been an undergrad at USC. Most of my best friends were USC Trojans.

Scott was one of my best friends from USC. He knew all about my relationship with Jennifer. He had seen her naked and even seen her cum. And speaking of pussy shaving, once he had actually shaved her pussy himself, as I watched, on the dining room table of his apartment. I am sure that the thought of prancing around a couple of USC guys in a cheerleader outfit was somewhat embarrassing for Jennifer, but it was not nearly as bad as it could have been. 

I made her tie her hair back into a ponytail with a UCLA hair ribbon. I also made her apply temporary UCLA tattoos to her face and biceps, as well as a smiling cartoon bear tattoo on the middle of her right ass cheek.

I had purchased a pair of white patent leather high-heeled boots for her to wear. I was probably spending too much money on this. But the boots really made the outfit.

Still, the outfit did not seem to bother her very much. After all, Scott and I had already seen her wearing a lot less. So what if she looked silly in front of us? So what if she had to bring us beers and snacks while we watched the game and leered at her? She was reluctant but resigned. She had been through worse. She did not start to really panic until we were in the car. That is when I revealed that it would not just be Scott and me. This was actually going to be a party, and there would be other guests present to see her dressed as she was.

Scott had invited a few people, but unfortunately only two showed up. It was a couple: Scott's buddy Jason and his girlfriend Monique. I was disappointed at first; I had hoped to humiliate Jennifer in a room full of USC fans. Jason and Monique were very obviously shocked when I introduced Jennifer to them as my sex slave.

I knew their reaction would bother Jennifer. It would bother that part of her that sees herself as a strong, competent, and moral woman. But I also knew that it would enflame the passion of the Jennifer who was a submissive little slut.

But what I did not know then, was that having Monique there was the worst part for Jennifer. Being sexual with and in front of men was bad, but in front of another woman was just horrible. Monique got to see her dressed in a revealing yet ridiculous UCLA cheerleader costume. But this was only the beginning. 

As it turned out, Monique was also Korean American. At one point, when she thought I was not listening, Monique said something to Jennifer in Korean:

"Ahnyeong," She said "daangsin ui os eul joh ah." 

Which I later learned meant, "Hi, I like your clothes". Jennifer blushed and looked at the floor. I could not hear Jennifer's response, but I think it was a muffled "Thank You"

Scott ushered us in the living area in front of his big plasma screen. The Game was on. 

To be honest, I don't really follow football, but the USC/UCLA game was a big deal every year so I played along. There was always a party somewhere. 

During the game, I delighted in having Jennifer perform for our guests. The look of distress on her face as she was forced to serve us was priceless. Jennifer fetched drinks and snacks for us. The Gorean training had come in handy. I chided her, criticized her. I made sure she served with beauty and with grace. 

Jason and Monique were gradually becoming more used to my torments.

At first Monique just gasped or giggled whenever I commanded Jennifer to bring me a beer, or to fetch a bowl of pretzels to Scott. At one point, Monique said that she would like a bottle of water, insinuating that I should make Jennifer get it for her. Naturally I complied. Jennifer brought Monique a bottle of water and opened it for her.

Monique said "Why, thank you Jennifer" 

"Hey she should really be thanking YOU." Scott said.

"For what?" Monique giggled.

"For the honor of serving you." Scott said with a grin.

"Oh! Ha Ha ... right!" Monique said. "Well ... maybe a curtsey will do for now."

Then it happened. It was subtle, but it clearly happened: Monique gave Jennifer an order.

"Curtsey for me Jennifer." She said.

Jennifer's face was a blaze with either anger or embarrassment, probably both. She closed her eyes and complied with a half-hearted quick little curtsey.

"C'mon Jennifer, you can do better than that." Scott laughed.

I had not seen her this mortified since the first day I blackmailed her. Not since that first moment in my office at school. It was that moment that she knew she would have to perform sexually for me. 

She stood and drew one foot back behind her leg, and bent her knees as she gingerly pinched the hem of her skirt, and lowered her head in reverence.

"Nice." Scott laughed, "for a second I thought she was going to lift that skirt all the way up!"

"She will, if I tell her to." I said "Jennifer, show everyone your bear tattoo."

I heard Jennifer take a quick breath before she reluctantly turned around and raised her skirt showing her baby blue UCLA thong and bare ass cheeks, one of which featured a smiling cartoon bruin.

Just then Jason and Scott yelled suddenly at the television and jumped up from their seats. UCLA had scored the first touchdown of the game.

As the boys sat back down, disappointed, Scott said: "So, is it spanking time then?"

"What?" Jason asked.

"Dave said he was going to give Jennifer a spanking after every touchdown." Scott said, just as Jennifer walked back in the room.

I saw her eyes open wide as she glared at me. I had not told her about that little part of the plan. Actually I was not even sure I was going to do it. I had mentioned it to Scott earlier. 

"No," I said. "She gets spanked whenever USC scores, not when UCLA scores. When the Trojans spank the bruins on the field, we spank the Bruin in the living room. 

"Oh no!" Monique said, "She should get spanked when UCLA scores as a punishment for scoring. When USC scores she should have to take an article of clothing off or something"

Scott and Jason laughed and applauded. I agreed and commanded Jennifer to bend over with her palms on the coffee table.

I stood behind her as everyone watched intently. Scott and Jason watched in a sort of lascivious awe as I lifted Jennifer's little skirt over her narrow hips, exposing her perfectly toned ass. Monique's eyes sparkled and she pursed her lips trying not to smile too broadly. She was clearly enjoying this.

I felt an incredible rush of power. Jennifer was doing everything I commanded her to do without resistance. She simply obeyed humbly and allowed herself to be degraded in front of all of us.

"Okay Jennifer..." I said as I casually stroked her ass. 

She did not respond.

"Jennifer?" I repeated firmly and gently patted her ass to get her attention.

She turned her head around toward me and feebly said "Yes, Sir?"

I noticed that she no longer had that bored expression on her face like she did back at my apartment. This was certainly NOT routine for her. I could see the tension between her eyebrows and the clear look of humiliated desperation in her watery eyes. I owned her completely. It was obvious to everyone and there was nothing, nothing she could do about it.

"Now Jennifer..." I spoke in a condescending tone as if I were talking to a child. "...Since UCLA scored six points, you are going to get six spanks. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir" her voice cracked a bit.

"And I want you to count each one." I said.

She hung her head in resignation. "Yes, Sir.

"Good girl" I said, placing my left hand on the small of her back and raised my right hand high. I brought it down, swiftly smacking her butt directly on the smiling cartoon bear tattoo. She flinched and gasped as the sound of the smack echoed in the high ceiling of Scott's apartment.

"One!" she whimpered.

I noticed that Scott and Jason were staring at Jennifer's upturned ass while Monique was on the other side of the table enjoying the distraught mortification in Jennifer's face. I saw Monique grin curiously.

"I think she should have to count in Korean for us." She said.

Wow. Ingenious. I would have never thought of making her count in the language in which she used to speak to her parents. Talk about forcing her to be present. 

"Good idea Monique!" I said. "Let's hear the rest of the counts in Korean Jennifer."

* SWAP! *

"D—dool..." Jennifer stuttered

* SMACK! *

"Set!" She said.

* SWAP! * Her ass was so young and tight that it barely jiggled at all when spanked.

"N-net!" she shouted, reacting to the pain.

* SMACK! *

"D-dasot!"

Her ass was starting to turn pink.

* SWAPT! *

"YAH-sot!" 

She sounded relieved. That must have been six. Her knees were starting to shake. One thing is for sure; Jennifer was not much of a pain slut. It had only been six spanks.

"Oh! Extra point!" Jason cried as UCLA scored the conversion. I had never imagined a Trojan could sound so happy after a Bruin score. "May I give it a try? Jason asked.

"NO!" Monique cried, "You aren't touching another girl's butt!"

"Okay fine, He said. You do it!"

"Ewww, NO!" She laughed.

Jennifer hung her head again, bent over in shame as we discussed her spanking.

Jason continued to cajole his girlfriend with Scott's help. Eventually, Monique conceded and agreed to spank Jennifer. Of course I had not said that I would allow it, but the thought of Jennifer being spanked by a girl ... was too good to pass up.

Monique casually approached Jennifer's waiting ass.

"Okay Jennifer," she smiled "Lets here you count it out loud!"

She reached up and spanked her quick, probably at about half the power as I had spanked her. But it was enough to make Jennifer cry a little. She whimpered the Korean word for seven, 'eelgot".

I allowed Jennifer to go in to the bathroom to freshen up. While she was gone Monique said she couldn't wait for USC to score. She wanted to see some skin! After the spanking, Monique was becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of Jennifer being forced into sexual servitude. And that was pretty hot. 

Scott was thinking the same thing. He pulled me to the side and talked about allowing Monique to go further with Jennifer, he was thinking we might get a good lesbian BDSM show out of it. 

Monique was pretty cute, and the idea of her going at it with Jennifer was pretty hot, but I don't think Jennifer was quite ready for that, and who knows where Monique was coming from. I don't like not having control of a situation, but Scott was really pushing for it.

"C'mon Dave ... Be a Dom!" Scott prodded me.

But I would not allow it. Besides, Scott had no idea what it really meant to "be a Dom." 

Jennifer came out again; her eyes were red and glassy. The game proceeded. When USC scored, Jennifer was forced to remove her top, then her skirt.

She was spanked three times after a UCLA field goal. I performed all three spankings.

After USC scored again I made her take off her bra. Scott and Jason marveled at her perky Asian breasts.

"Uh oh!" Monique giggled " a bit chilly in here Jennifer?" Jennifer's nipples were conspicuously erect. I know Jennifer hated how her nipples would get hard, belying her desire. I know she hated the fact that we could plainly see her arousal. But there it was.

Monique reached up and barely flicked Jennifer's erect left nipple. "Oohh" Monique cooed. "Those nipples are just BEGGING to be pierced." 

She flcked the right nipple and Jennifer recoiled a bit. It was the tiniest of little flicks, but a girl had never touched Jennifer in a sexual way. It was obvious that she was mortified by the touch, but probably more so by the humiliation of her own obvious arousal.

"Look they are standing up like good little soldiers" Monique laughed. "Would you like to have your nipples pierced Jennifer?" 

Jennifer froze. "N-no Ma'am." She stuttered.

I had never considered piercing Jennifer's nipples, but the look on her face when Monique mentioned it made me think about it. I liked the idea of turning this conservative, studious Asian girl into a trashy little slut, completely against her will. And if forced nudity and sex acts were becoming passé, then perhaps a piercing or two would give me that feeling of power that I craved.

On the next USC field goal I made her take off one boot. She had to hobble around on a single high-heeled boot wearing nothing but thong panties.

It was funny at first, but I could tell that everyone really just wanted to see her pussy.

The guys were dying, praying loudly for another field goal, touchdown, whatever. I could tell that they wanted to see Jennifer's pussy. And all Jennifer could do was stay quiet, and serve dutifully. But I know she silently prayed that no more scoring would take place and she would be allowed to maintain a scrap of dignity.

When the next touchdown came, I ordered her to take off her other boot, and her panties as well. The guys cheered and clapped. Jennifer glared at me, frozen.

"Do it." I said firmly

Jennifer closed her eyes and peeled off her panties, stepping out of them, more like she was in a locker room rather than a strip club. She stood up, and knew not to cover her pussy with her hands, despite the fact that every particle in her wanted to cover it up.

And we could see why.

Jennifer's labia had become both red and engorged. She was more aroused than any of us had guessed.

The guys applauded. Scott told her to walk back and forth like I had commanded on the first night in his apartment. It was a quick order and Jennifer obeyed.




The Claiming of Jennifer Kim Ch. 05



"Hey now!" I said "Get your own" I did not like Scott muscling in on my sub. Although. I must admit, She did look good parading in the nude.

Monique asked Scott if he had any hot cocoa. He did, in the kitchen. I made Jennifer prepare it for Monique.

While Jennifer was in the kitchen, Jason asked me some basic beginner BDSM questions about why she was doing everything I told her to do. I decided not to tell them about the blackmail, and Scott knew not to bring it up.

As far as they knew, Jennifer was performing simply because she wanted to: because she was nothing but a submissive little slut and it simply turned her on to be used and degraded in front of others. Her hard nipples and swollen red pussy was evidence enough.

"Oh wait we have to fix something." Monique said and grasped a red Sharpie marker from the cup full of pens on Scott's desk.

She popped off the cap and carefully drew a big red circle around the temporary UCLA tattoos on Jennifer's biceps. She then drew a diagonal line through the circle to the cheers of Scott and Jason. Jennifer closed her eyes in shame as Monique carelessly wrote upon her bare skin.

"Oh! " Jason laughed, "draw a noose on the bear's neck."

USC undergrads used to buy these little Bruin teddy bears with nooses tied around their necks during the week of the UCLA game. They would drag them around campus as they walked in between classes. I always thought it was a bit morbid. And silly, but the freshman seemed to like them. I think the Black Student Union eventually complained about it.

Monique laughed, "What bear?"

"The one on her butt!" Scott shouted.

Monique touched the back of Jennifer's shoulder, indicating for her to turn and show her the temporary cartoon bear tattoo on her ass. Jennifer obeyed her and pivoted around to show her naked ass to Monique.

Monique balked. "I don't know how to draw a noose! You draw it." She said to Scott, who was sitting on the other side of the room.

"Send her over here with the pen." He said.

Monique gave Jennifer the pen and told her to take it to Scott.

"Wait." I said. "Jennifer, I want you to crawl to Scott. Hands and knees."

Jennifer looked at me in despair. Crawling naked in front of three guys and a girl may have been one of the most humiliating things she had been forced to do up to that point. She hesitated, and I glared at her. She reluctantly sank to her knees. As she went to place her palms on the ground, she was not sure what to do with the red marker in her hand.

"Here," Monique said, and took the pen from her and placed it to Jennifer's mouth.

Jennifer closed her eyes, and accepted the pen into her mouth. She held it like a dog holding a bone as she shamefully crawled on all fours to Scott, who was beaming on the other side of the room.

I stood near Monique's seat, and we could clearly see Jennifer's swollen glistening pussy lips as she crawled away from us.

Scott curtly removed the pen from her mouth and told her to turn around and stick her ass up. When she obeyed, I could clearly see the look of abject shame and degradation on her face. She looked at me briefly as she raised her hips for Scott to write on her.

Scott was smirking as he drew on her. He drew something on her left cheek, which I presumed was the noose for the bear. Then he took several moments and smiled as he drew something else on her right cheek. Jennifer had her head down and I could not see her reaction. I can only imagine how humiliating this must have been for her.

When he was done, Scott had Jennifer stand up and turn around to show us her ass. He had indeed drawn a very convincing cartoon noose around the bear's neck, and he had crossed out its eyes with X's. 

On ther right ass cheek he had drawn one of USC's logos: an interlocking letter "S" and a letter "C' which stood for "Southern Cal". I had to admit, Scott was a fairly decent artist. It looked just like the USC logo.

I told Jennifer that she had to let Jason have turn writing on her. She replied with a feeble "Yes, Sir." I told Scott to send her to Jason with the pen. Jennifer got positioned to crawl and obediently opened her mouth for the pen. But Scott had a different idea. Instead of placing it in her mouth, he put his left hand on her lower back, and then, with his right hand, he penetrated her pussy with the marker. Jennifer gasped and her eyes popped open wide when she felt the violation.

I probably should not have allowed it. In fact, Jennifer looked right at me as if to question me; as if to say 'why are you letting him do this?!'

Scott slapped her ass and told her to crawl to Jason. "And you better not drop it!" He chided.

Jennifer crawled much more slowly and deliberately than she had before. I thought she would want to do it quickly to get it over with, but then I realized that it must have been difficult to hold a sharpie when her pussy was so wet.

Sure enough, we all heard the pen drop from her pussy and land on the floor. I made her turn around and pick it up with her mouth. I could see the dark red "SC" on her butt and I could hear the letters from the SLUT earrings scratch the floor as she retrieved the marker with her lips. It was horribly degrading ... and we all enjoyed watching it.

Eventually everyone wrote or drew something in red on Jennifer's nude body. Since her pussy was too wet, she was forced to get the pen wet with her saliva, and we would insert it into her rectum. She had to crawl from person to person with the red sharpie sticking straight out of her ass. At least she did not drop it again.

In the end, she had the word SLUT written across her chest just above her breasts. The words "UCLA sucks " were written across her abdomen. Below that Scott drew a clever little cartoon bear, but he made Jennifer's belly button the bear's mouth, so it looked like the bear was making an "o" shape with its mouth, as if ready to suck a cock. It was pretty funny. You probably had to be there.

She had the bad words and other rude drawings all over her body. She was mortified and embarrassed and looked completely pathetic. But I must say, she still looked good. She especially looked good crawling on her hands and knees. Her the shape of her ass with her waist and hips was just perfect. It was a perfect curvature. I would be making her crawl a lot more often after that.

Jason asked about the Gorean stuff. I sighed; I did not want to get into all the details of Gor. So instead, I offered to show off some commands.

First I made her assume Nadu, the kneeling position next to me.

I talked about her palm placement and her posture, pointing things out like she was a prized animal or a dog at a dog show. We all stood around her, impressed with her obedience. 

Scott was a little more crude, suggesting that it was a perfect position for oral sex. Jennifer stared straight ahead, terrified at the prospect of having to suck cock in front of others.

I thought about this. Although I liked the idea of Jennifer performing for everyone's amusement, I must admit that I was a bit self-conscious about whipping my cock out in front of everyone. And there is NO way that I was going to allow her to give Scott or Jason a blowjob. But, the pressure was on, so I had to think of something.

I remembered the large industrial style dining room table where we shaved her I made her climb up on the table. Everyone gathered around it as I commanded Jennifer to kneel in Nadu position atop the table under the bright overhead lights. 

I made her perform Nadu, Bara and She-Sleen positions. For some reason, She Sleen - the position in which she must be an all-fours as she thrusts up her ass like an animal in heat – seemed to bother her the most.

That expression on her face, that look of complete mortification and defeat...it haunts me when I think about it. But at that time I was getting drunk with power, and I pushed her further by issuing the 'Entice' command. 

This was the command I had invented. This was the command in which she was forced to rotate and gyrate her ass, as if attempting to entice a mate by physically begging to be mounted.

It was dehumanizing, but she did it. Jennifer reluctantly swayed her hips and gently thrusted her ass in small circles for us. But, I could tell that I was losing her. The mortified expression on her face was becoming blanker, more distant. This is what happens when the sub separates her self by creating a psychological shell. She was beginning to have some dissonance between Jennifer Kim, and the naked girl on the table lewdly humping the air on her hands and knees.

I was not ready to allow her to leave. I wanted her, the genuine, actual Jennifer to be present. I started using her name in every sentence. "That's it Jennifer...", "Move those hips, Jennifer..." "Good girl Jennifer".

I decided she needed to turn over, and see the faces of her audience. I commanded her to assume the Sula position on the table. Sula is the position in which she was to lay on her back with her legs spread and her engorged bald pussy was exposed for everyone to see.

"Keep your eyes open, Jennifer" I commanded. I wanted her to see our faces. I wanted her to see our eyes as we examined her nudity. I wanted to see the smirk on Monique's face, and the hunger in Jason and Scott's.

But Jennifer just opened her eyes and looked straight up and the bright lights above.

"Sula-Ki, Jennifer!" I barked.

She obeyed by slowly raising her hips off the table with her legs spread. Scott was standing at the head of the table and had a perfect view of her exposed pussy as she raised it.

"Now... look at Scott in the face, and ask him what he thinks of your pussy." I said.

I heard Jennifer take a long slow gasp.

"Look him in the eye and ask him." I said, "and don't forget to address him as 'Sir'".

She bent her head forward, looking at him in the eyes with her pussy up in the air before him.

"Say it Jennifer." I said firmly.

"W-what do you think of my p-pussy, Sir" she asked weakly.

"It's lovely." Scott grinned.

"Manners, Jennifer." I said.

"Thank you Sir." She said to him.

"Your Welcome Jennifer" He replied.

"Now ask Jason." I said "And look him in the eyes."

She turned her head to face Jason. He raised his eyebrows, not sure what to say.

"What do you think of my ... my pussy, Sir?" She asked.

"It's (ahem) very nice Jennifer." Jason replied.

"Thank you, sir." She said.

"Now ask Monique." I commanded.

I knew his was the worst part for her. That's why I saved it for last. Her legs were starting to strain. She was beginning to perspire. She sniffled. The tears were coming back. Jennifer turned her head to face the only other girl in the room.

"What do you think of my pussy ... Ma'am?" She asked.

"Well ... " Monique took a casual sip of her hot cocoa and smiled. "It's okay I guess. It's wet and excited, but I would really have to see the clit if I had to make a good assessment."

"Wow." I thought to myself. "What a great idea." Jennifer closed her eyes, not sure how to reply. 

"Put your ass back down Jennifer, Back to Sula." I ordered.

She did as she was told, and her legs began to close reflexively.

"Keep them spread, Jennifer" I said, using her name in every sentence. "Is Monique correct Jennifer? Is your pussy excited?"

"NO Sir!" Jennifer said sharply in a surprising moment of defiance. 

"Wow!" Scott said. "Losing your touch Dave?"

"Well let's see Jennifer. Reach down and open your pussy lips for us." I commanded.

She closed her eyes tightly and did not move her hands.

"NOW, Jennifer!"

She started crying softly as she slowly reached toward her pussy. She really hated this. I could tell she hated this.

Her hands froze just around the perimeter of her vulva. She was sobbing now. 

Jason and Monique watched her with great interest. Scott was looking at me. He was looking at me as if to ask what's wrong? Why isn't she obeying you? 

This made me mad.

"Open up Jennifer." I said, getting impatient. "Let's see it."

Jennifer reluctantly touched the swollen lips of her pussy and slowly, but gingerly spread them, revealing the glistening pink of her vagina, and the surprisingly long and erect clitoris standing tall and proud.

"Now THAT little solider is practically begging for a clit ring!" Monique smirked.

A pierced clit seemed too far, but Jennifer had that panicked look of despair on her reddened face.

"We should invite Jay over." Scott said.

"The tattoo guy?" Jason asked.

"Yeah." Scott said. "He is licensed to do piercings and he has his own tattoo gun. He did a cool looking Trojan on Max's arm."

"Oh that's right!" Jason said.

"He is the one with the really cute girlfriend," Monique added.

I said nothing for a moment, contemplating piercings and tattoos. Our buddy Jay could bring his stuff right over there to Scott's place. He could pierce her and tattoo her right here. I liked the idea of marking her as my property. Maybe I should get my initials tattooed on her ass to mark my territory.

The problem is that he probably would not do it if Jennifer screamed for him to stop. If it was non-consensual, Jay definitely wouldn't do it. I had to think about this.

Jennifer continued to lie on the table, holding her pussy lips open for us to see.

"Dave," Monique said, snapping me out of my momentary trance." I really think Jennifer would like some stimulation." She motioned towards Jennifer's exposed clit.

"Your right," I said. "Jennifer, rub your clit with your fingers."

She kept her eyes closed and did not react.

"Come on Jennifer. Lets see you masturbate for us." I said, almost angrily.

She didn't move. 

"NOW goddammit!" I slapped her thigh hard, leaving a pink hand impression.

She just couldn't do it. She could not lie there and masturbate in front of all of us. I could not believe this. She was not going to fall apart on me here, in front of everyone.

"What's wrong Dave?" Scott asked, implying that I was not in control of the situation.

I bent down close to Jennifer's head and whispered into her ear. "If you don't start rubbing your fucking clit right now, you will get the punishment of your life right here in front of everyone, and I will let Scott and Jason fuck you while Monique watches."

Jennifer took a long breath and gently began rubbing her clit.

We could all see her blush growing throughout her naked body.

Her finger motions were slow and mechanical. She was rubbing up and down, but she was barely applying any pressure. It was like she was trying NOT to pleasure herself too much.

Of course she wouldn't want to pleasure herself, not in front of all of us. Being naked, and performing for everyone was bad enough, but to allow us to see her experience sexual pleasure, or god forbid an orgasm was way too much. Having a girl present was especially embarrassing for her.

We watched silently for a moment. The only sound was the slight jingling of Jennifer's SLUT earrings, and an occasional gasp of a sob.

Then one of the hottest things I have ever seen took place. Monique, with her cocoa in her right hand, one hand, reached forward with her left hand and places her fingers atop Jennifer's as she masturbated.

"Come on now," Monique said. "You will never finish if you don't press hard."

Not only was this a shock - considering that Monique had to be cajoled just to spank her earlier – but somehow it felt to me like it was a slight a breach of protocol or something. Jennifer was MY sub, and I don't think Monique should have touched her like that without my permission. I had let the earlier nipple-flicking slide, but sustained genital contact seemed like too much. 

I probably should have said something, or I should have stopped her. But it was just so hot. Monique is a good looking girl, to see her rubbing Jennifer's pussy, as Jennifer lay there naked and squirming in resistance was so unbelievably hot, it was simply surreal. It felt like all of the blood in my brain went straight to my cock. I was fully erect, and not thinking straight.

Jennifer put her other hand on Monique's to stop her, or at least slow her down

I reached forward and took each of Jennifer's wrists in my hands. I stood at one end of the table and stretched her arms way above her head. She was struggling hard to pull her hands free of mine, but I was too strong for her.

Jennifer closed her legs, squeezing Monique's hand between her thighs.

I looked at Scott and Jason and motioned with my head to her legs. They understood immediately. Scott and Jason stood on either side of the table and each took hold of one of her legs. The each had a hand around one of her knees, and one hand at one of her ankles. Monique moved to the gynecologist position at the other end of the table. She stood right between Jennifer's spread legs and looked down at her aching pussy, which was forced open wide by the two men. Monique took a casual sip of cocoa, and again reached for Jennifer's hungry clit.

Jennifer closed her eyes as Monique's rhythmic rubbings continued. It made a sloshing sound in the wetness of her pussy. She was mercilessly persistent. I'm not sure, but she may have been fucking her with his index and middle fingers while simultaneously stimulating her clit with his thumb. 

I looked down at Jennifer's face. Her eyes were closed tightly. I could hear and see the struggle she was putting up. I actually liked having someone else pleasure her while I watched, as if she was doing it for my amusement. So I stood there, watching, fascinated by the expressions on Jennifer's face. 

I couldn't quite place the emotion I saw. Her face muscles were tightened. She alternated between closing her eyes tightly to a fixed gaze straight up at the ceiling. It was almost as if she were trying to concentrate on something... some fixed point in the distance.

"There we go" Monique said soothingly to Jennifer. "Just let it all come out"

Oh that was it: Jennifer was showing resolve. She was resolved not to cum, and she was struggling between the building climax in her body, and her overwhelming desire not to have an orgasm in front of us. Jennifer was using every ounce of discipline and will power she could produce just to avoid having an orgasm. She did not want us, especially Monique, to see her cum on the table.

Monique continued to masturbate the helpless, straining girl.

It was bad enough to be stripped naked, spanked written upon, and humiliated in front of three guys and another girl. I am sure that Jennifer thought it could not get any worse than serving them, curtsying to them and performing tricks for them like a trained animal. But a climax would be much, much worse for her. An orgasm would be like a capitulation, like an acknowledgement that she really did enjoy the whole thing and that she enjoyed it and took part in it as a willing, and even eager participant.

I could see it on her face. Sweat glistening, hair mussed cheeks tear-stained, Jennifer had a steel determination. She started to groan as her body tensed. I could see the muscles in her legs, her abs, her shoulders and arms all flexing as she physically tried to repress the billowing rage within her, straining like an overinflated balloon inside her. I really admired her strength. I really did.

But despite her truly valiant effort, Monique coaxed it out of her, and her orgasm came hard and suddenly like the snap of a slingshot. All that resistance she had displayed had only made it worse, more intense.

Her groan darted up an octave to a muffled shriek. It was one of those jarring shrieks that told us she had completely lost control of herself. Her pelvis tightened and bucked involuntarily. 

Then, in a surprise that stunned all of us ... especially Jennifer ... she ejaculated.

Monique yanked her hand away as fluid shot from Jennifer's vagina and audibly splattered on the steel-topped table. She continued to groan loudly in despair as she closed her eyes tight and the juice squirted out of her for more than a full second. I had never seen anything like it.




The Claiming of Jennifer Kim Ch. 06



It was not even a week later, on a day that I did not usually see her, when I ran into Jennifer at the Kerkoff Coffee house on campus. She was with a group of friends and they were all ordering lattes or something.

I said a quick hello, and she gave me an uncomfortable "Hi" and looked away from me. She then looked back to me to ask how I was and ask if we are going to have a review session for the final.

I know that Jennifer did not want these two worlds of hers to collide. She definitely did not want all her little friends to have any idea that this older white guy had sexually enslaved her and that he was using her and humiliating her on a regular basis. However, she knew she could not just ignore me. She was afraid that I might actually do or say something to embarrass her in front of her friends. She knew I had the power to completely humiliate her. 

So although her initial instinct was to turn away from me, she quickly turned back to engage me, and make up some irrelevant topic to discuss. But it was clear, very clear to me, that she did not really want me there.

It was at that moment that I noticed something that thoroughly enraged me: Jennifer was not wearing her hoop earrings. She saw my eyes look toward her earlobes and then back to her eyes. She looked a little panicked, but she was trying not to show it.

"What happened to your earrings?" I asked loudly so her friends could hear.

"They um..." she stammered, "They did not really go with this outfit."

"Hmm." I did not break eye contact "Why don't you come by my place tonight. We are having a study group."

"I have uh ... " she shifted her weight "... this thing tonight. It's important"

I smiled "More important than Bio?"

"Ha ha" she tried a fake laugh.

I stopped smiling "Cancel it." I said.

She looked at me, shocked that I would talk to her like that in front of her friends, but she knew I was serious, and she knew I was not afraid of escalating it.

The color drained from her face.

She quickly regained her composure and did another fake-laugh. "Ha ha okay FINE!" She said, "If you are going to be mean about it!"

I smiled again. "You have the address right"?

"Yes" she said as she tried to rejoin her friends. 

"Then I'll see you tonight. 8pm."

She went off with the rest of the girls. I could tell that her friends did not like me, but I did not care. I was furious at her for not following my commands.

* * *

Later that day I got a call from Scott. He was asking me a bunch of questions about BDSM. Apparently he had met a girl that turned out to be a submissive, and he wanted to know how to handle her.

I talked to him for a while, and gave him some websites to explore, but I was not really focused on the conversation.

"Dave, are you listening?" he said, "You seem distracted." 

"Oh. Sorry." I said. "It's Jennifer."

"Is she there with you?" He asked

"What? No." I said. "I saw her today and she pissed me off. It's nothing."

"What did she do?"

"She disobeyed me."

"Disobeyed you!?" He sarcastically feigned outrage.

"I told her that she had to wear these hoop earrings in public at all times." I said. "I bumped into her today, and she was not wearing them."

"Wow" he said, "What are you going to do about it?"

"I am not sure yet" I said.

"You will have to punish her." He said.

"Yes I know" I said, annoyed. We talked for a while about punishment and obedience. I was still angry. I remained unfocused on the conversation, and somehow agreed to meet him and his new sub, Lacy. Scott agreed to bring Lacy over to my place that night. At least I would not have to drive all the way downtown. 

Of course Jennifer was scheduled to appear at my place as well, so it was going to be one twisted little double date. I decided that I would punish Jennifer in front of Scott and Lacy. I think getting punished in front of a girl would be especially humiliating for Jennifer.

* * *

Scott and Lacy showed up at my place around 8. Lacy turned out to be a very cute girl. She was a fair skinned Asian, Chinese I think, with dark hair, a pleasant smile and perfect teeth. Scott had a thing for Asian girls, and being a dental student, he also had a thing for nice teeth. I remembered making a joke to Scott about going out and getting his own Asian slave girl. Well, I have to give him credit: he actually went out and did it.

Lacy seemed confidant, self-assured. She wore a short denim jacket over a patterned tank top and a thin black skirt, slightly above the knees. Her straight black hair was thick and shiny. It fell just beyond her shoulders. I glanced quickly at her body as I showed them both in. She was thin and petite of course, but slightly shorter and curvier than Jennifer. Her calves were rounded like she was a runner or a soccer player.

She asked me a lot of questions about BDSM, like I was some kind of expert. Or like she was probing to find out how much I knew. It was like she was politely testing my knowledge of the scene. I thought it was a little forward for a sub, but I did not mind.

Jennifer arrived shortly afterward, clearly surprised at seeing Scott and this new girl Lacy.

"I like your hair." Lacy said to her, trying to be friendly.

"Thanks" Jennifer said softly and looked at the ground.

"Oh cool earrings!" Lacy exclaimed. "They spell 'slut'! How cool where'd you get those?"

"Um ... downtown somewhere ..."

"Alright Jennifer. Strip." I said firmly, without concealing my anger with her.

Jennifer looked startled at first, and then she closed her eyes and blushed. She knew that I was not going to go easy on her and no matter how embarrassing it was, she would have to strip naked right there in my living room in front of the three of us.

She removed her clothes slowly and reluctantly. First kicked off her shoes before she unzipped her UCLA hoodie, revealing a black cotton short-sleeved top. She closed her eyes and inhaled as she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, She stepped out of her jeans and set them aside. She was obviously uncomfortable with the way Lacy was leering at her. I did not know if Lacy was bisexual, but she really seemed to enjoy the painful little show that Jennifer was compelled to perform for us. 

She was down to her black satin and lace panty and bra set. Jennifer knew I liked black lingerie. She had worn it just for me. I told to Lacy that she could play with Jennifer for a while as Scott and I talked in the kitchen. I told her that she could do whatever she wanted with Jennifer, just as long as she made sure that she had finished taking off her clothes, so that she was completely naked by the time we came back.

Scott and I went into the kitchen. I was still furious. He asked me what I was going to do to her.

"I'm not sure yet" I said.

"Are you going to spank her? Whip her?" He asked.

"Probably"

"But you have spanked her before." He said.

"Yeah? So?"

"So it doesn't mean anything to her." He said. "She knew she would be punished if she didn't wear the hoops, but she didn't care."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you gotta make SURE she wears them all the time, or she's just going to take them off when you aren't around. What does she have to lose? So she gets another spanking. So what? You gotta make the earrings permanent"

"How?" I asked.

"With this" He picked up the small black case he had walked in with.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's a soldering iron" he smiled. "We could solder the hoops in her earlobes. She would not be able to take them off. Ever."

I looked at him, stunned. "A soldering iron?"

"Well," he continued, "Not unless she got herself a pair of wire cutters or something.

"Are you insane?"

"What? We can do it."

"That's soldering."

"Yeah."

"That's melted metal."

"Yeah."

"On her ear."

"No... No listen ... its COLD soldering. It won't touch her skin."

"Cold soldering?"

"Yeah. I mean of course it gets hot enough to melt, but only for three seconds. It cools instantly. And since the hoop is three inches or so, it will not be close enough to her skin. She won't feel anything."

"Well ... I don't think she brought her regular hoops." I said "And we aren't going to solder on the SLUT earrings. That will push her too far."

"Well I have these" Scott produced four or five stiff pieces of silver wire. "These are orthodontic crossbars. And with this little device here I can bend them into a perfect circle.

I watched as he fed the wire into the little grey device and he instantly bent the wire into a perfect three-inch ring. "Now" he said, watch this." He plugged the soldering iron in. There was about an inch or so extra wire, that he snipped off with his wire cutters, and we had a perfect little silver hoop. Then he pinched the hoop with his thumb and forefinger. He soldered the ring closed, counted to three, then he presented it to me to touch. I could not feel any heat at all. My god, this would totally work.

"What made you think to bring a soldering iron to my house?" I asked.

"I was just thinking about how to make sure she kept her earrings on, when it came to me." He said. "I use a soldering iron for my electrical stuff., and there are plenty of these crosswires sitting around at school."

I told him to bend two more hoops, and I went to check on Jennifer and Lacy.

Giving Jennifer to Lacy was like giving a ball of yarn to a cat.

I watched for a moment as Lacy had her fun with Jennifer.

Lacy was having Jennifer pose like a model in her underwear. Whether she was bisexual or not, Lacy the submissive seemed to be enjoying herself playing a dominant role.

"You are very beautiful." She said to Jennifer, almost timidly.

"Thank you ma'am."

"Very sexy."

"Thank you ma'am." Jennifer blushed again when she noticed that Scott and I were watching.

"I like your bra, its lovely." Lacy said.

"Thank you Ma'am."

"Take it off, please."

Jennifer blinked and looked at her.

"Now, please Jennifer."

I could see that wanted to cry as she unfastened the front of the bra, and Lacy reached forward to fondle her breasts.

"Such lovely skin." Lacy cooed.

"Thank you Ma'am." Jennifer closed her eyes as she stood there helplessly being fondled by the beautiful girl.

"Now turn around for me. Goood." Lacy spoke softly yet firmly. I was impressed with her tone.

"Now bend over and grab your pretty little ankles for me."

Jennifer obeyed and bent over. Her ass looked amazing in the black silk thong. I could feel myself getting hard.

"Ah-ah ... keep your knees straight. That's it. Ass up please. Oh yes, that is quite lovely. Oh lets see you spread your legs wider for me, please. No, wider. There we go."

Lacy placed her left palm on the small of Jennifer's back, just above her ass, then she reached forward gingerly with her right hand, pulled the thong to one side, and carefully placed her fingers in Jennifer's pussy.

Jennifer gasped and tensed up her legs and reflexively clenched her ass. But Lacy's fingers were already in. 

"Oooo! look how wet my little princess is!" Lacy turned to me. "Oh my gosh look David! Look she even has goose bumps on her ass! She really loves this!"

"Yes she does." I said.

Jennifer was mortified.

"She is beautifully submissive...a true natural. You are a lucky man!"

"Yes I am." I smiled.

"Aren't you princess?" She slapped Jennifer's ass playfully.

"Yes... Ma'am." I heard Jennifer's voice crack a bit. It was as if she was starting to cry. She hadn't cried for me in a very long time. This must have been excruciatingly humiliating for her. 

Lacy pumped her fingers in and out very slowly. She guided Jennifer's hips with her other hand. "c'mon princess, push back on mama's fingers. That's it. Thaaat's it.

Jennifer was know thrusting her ass back and forth as best she could with what little leverage she had while standing bent over grabbing her ankles. I could hear her sniffling as she struggled to fuck herself on Lacy's long slender fingers. It was spectacular.

Watching Jennifer get dominated by someone else was a different experience for me. I could see her whole body straining, struggling to maintain balance. I could see her striving to feel more pleasurable friction as she desperately fucked herself. While at the same time, completely mortified at her own vulgar display. 

I could see her long ponytail fall over the top of her head, exposing the back of her neck. The intricate muscles in her back flexed and contracted. Jennifer's breasts were the smallish and firm but bent over like this, they had a nice gentle sway as her body rocked back and forth.

Finally I interrupted. Jennifer looked over at me in horror. She knew her real punishment was about to begin. She closed her eyes and let out an unintentional whine as Lacy removed her fingers.

I commanded Jennifer to stand to her feet. My tone was angry, and I could tell by her blush that she was embarrassed to be taking an order from me in front of Lacy, but she obeyed dutifully. 

I made her turn to face us, drop her panties to the ground and had her stand there for a moment, completely naked. Just like before at Scott's place, we could all see that Jennifer's mons pubis had become red, and her labia were plump and swollen. Her pussy swelled up so nicely when she became aroused. With her pussy completely shaved, she knew that we could see it. We could see how the humiliation had aroused her. There was nothing she could do to hide it. I wanted her to feel her enslavement and I wanted the anticipation of the punishment to build. I made her stand there for a while.

"Damn," Scott said, "they looked hot together. We should make them get it on. Put on a little show for us."

Lacy smiled and raised her eyebrow. Jennifer looked straight ahead and took a breath.

"Maybe someday, but not today." I said. "Little Miss Kim has been a very bad girl." 

Jennifer closed her eyes, furrowed her brow, and crossed her forearms in front of her belly. 

"And she deserves to be punished."

Seeing Jennifer standing bent over had given me an idea. It was something I had fantasized about before, but now I had the tools and the opportunity to actually do it.

I got the wooden footstool from the kitchen and my cordless drill. I drilled a hole in the middle of the stool's seat. I got a long deck screw from the plastic box in my junk drawer, and the large pink rubber dildo from the bag of stuff I bought at the adult store downtown. I inserted the screw upward from under the seat and into the base of the dildo, so that the dildo stood straight up from the middle of the stool.

Jennifer looked at it in horror. It was obvious that she would have to sit on the stool, and fuck herself on the dildo.

But I surprised her again. Instead of sitting on the stool, I made her stand and bend forward over the stool. Instead of grabbing her ankles, she had to grab the sides of the stools seat, with the dildo standing straight up, inches from her face. Once she was steady, I commanded her to give the big pink dildo a nice, wet blowjob.

Lacy watched intensely as Jennifer leaned forward to wrap her lips around the head of the pink rubber phallus.

"Show our guests what a good little cocksucker you are Jennifer." I said.

Jennifer closed her eyes again and bobbed her head up and down on the dildo. I had to remind her to keep her ass up and her knees straight. She looked incredible from that distance. She was bent over and straining to keep her balance. She gripped the sides of the stool so tightly, that the muscles on the back of her hands flexed and danced. Every curve of her fair, lithe body was concentrated on performing the blowjob on the dildo, wile simultaneously struggling to stand upright, She had to spread her stance a bit to maintain he balance which offered a perfect view of her pink-lipped pussy from behind.

As she sucked on the dido and shifted her weight uncomfortably, I went into the bedroom to get the black leather flogger from the same bag as before.

I stood behind her as she stood bent over, naked and servicing the dildo.

I raised the flogger high and whipped her gorgeous little butt.

Jennifer let out a high-pitched "Hmmmmph!" around the dildo. as the leather straps snapped across her vulnerable flesh.

I flogged her two more times. There were pink stripes on Jennifer's bare ass almost immediately. She paused for a moment to collect herself, but then without being told, Jennifer continued the rhythmic sucking of the dildo, which was now wet and shiny from her saliva. 

"You were a bad girl Jennifer." I said. "You did not wear your earrings as I had instructed. I whipped her again. She whined pathetically with her lips still around the dildo, bobbing up and down like a good little slave: submissive and eager to please.

I flogged her a few more times while scolding her. Her SLUT earrings were jingling a constant reminder to her of what she was, and what she had done. Her cheeks and back began to glisten slightly as she strained to keep her composure while sucking the dildo and simultaneously being flogged. 

I noticed that Lacy was watching with a slight smile on her face. But Scott looked as if he was studying me, and my actions instead of Jennifer's struggle. I told him to get the hoops he had made.

I ordered Jennifer to stop to take off her SLUT earrings and hand them to Lacy. After she did as she was told, I made her bend over again. But instead of having her suck on the dildo, I made her hold still while I threaded the hoop through the hole in her left earlobe. 

"Hold still Jennifer." I said. "Don't move at all."

She froze. "Now I am going to solder these together, so be careful not to move at all" I said. "I wouldn't want to scar that beautiful skin of yours."

I pinched the hoop together so that the ends of the wire touched as far away from her skin as possible. I motioned for Scott to begin the soldering.

It only took a second, and then three seconds to cool. We repeated the process on the other ear. Other than a bit of a tug on her earlobe, Jennifer did not feel a thing.

"Now keep sucking that cock, slut." I said. "Get it nice and wet." 

I am not sure if she realized that the hoops had really been soldered on, and that there was no way for her to remove them at all. 

"Faster." I said and spanked her naked ass with my bare hand. She increased her pace, but did not go as deep.

"Get it wetter." I spanked her again. She whined with the dildo in her mouth, straining her jaw and stretching her lips. The dildo was wet and shined with her saliva.

"Stop." I said and grabbed her by the bicep, forcing her to stand upright. I line of saliva stretched from the head of the dildo to her lower lip as she stood. Jennifer looked to see if Lacy was watching her. She was.

I made Jennifer stand facing Scott and Lacy. She stood over the stool with the dildo standing upward pointing at her pussy, just 12 to 14 inches away. The expression on her face was a mix of embarrassment and dread. She knew what she was going to have to do. "Jennifer," I said calmly. "I want you to squat down and touch your pussy to the tip of the dildo, but do not let it penetrate."

The embarrassed dread expression intensified. "Yes, Master."

She began to squat, we could see her thigh muscles flex as she lowered herself to the tip of the dildo. She breathed hard, hissing air through her clenched teeth.

"Now Jennifer, you understand that you are not to remove your earrings again, right?

"Yes Master" She squeaked, her face twisting out of discomfort and shame.

"Good. Now tell me; did it feel good to have Lacy's fingers in your pussy?"

Jennifer's eyes popped open wide. Lacy smiled.

"Y -- yes Master."

"How good?"

"Um. Very good Master."

"On a scale of 0 to 10... 0 being no feeling at all, 9 being an orgasm, and 10 being a squirting orgasm like you had on Scott's dining room table..."




The Claiming of Jennifer Kim Ch. 06



Scott snickered. Jennifer looked mortified.

I continued, "... how would you rate the feeling that Lacy's fingers gave you?"

She looked confused.

"0 to 10, Jennifer. how would you rate it?"

"Um .. uh ... uh ..."

"Yes?"

" A six Master?" 

"aww!" Lacy said. She and Scott laughed.

Jennifer's quadriceps started shaking as she squatted.

"Okay, that will be a good benchmark. Now, I want you to lower yourself, slowly, on to the dildo." She knew it was coming, but she still closed her eyes in shame as she reluctantly reached down with her right hand to spread her labia enough to allow the dildo to penetrate her. She gasped.

"That's it. Slowly."

The dildo was longer and thicker than my own cock. Considering the fact that she had only dated Asian guys before me, this may have been the biggest thing to ever penetrate her. She continued to gasp repeatedly as she lowered herself on to the head.

"Stop" I said. "No how does that feel?"

"It hurts Master"

"No I mean on the 0 to 10 scale."

"Ughhh! Uhh ... a ...a two Master"

"A two?!"

"Unngg .... It really hurts Master."

"Don't worry. It will get better as your pussy expands to accommodate it. Now raise yourself a little and then push down a little further."

"hhhnngggg"

"There you go. Slowly."

The rubber cock was filling her up, stretching her out, forcing her vagina to let it in.

"Up a little and back down."

"sssssss. Y-yes Master."

"Good girl. Now how does it feel?"

"Um ... a .. a three I guess Master."

"A three? Okay good so it's starting to feel a little better then?"

She took a quick breath. "Yes Master."

"Now I want you to fuck yourself at your own pace, but every time you come up I want you to tell us what the rating is. Understand?

"Yes Master." She looked like she was about to cry. I know that look. She was completely humiliated to fuck herself in front of us and then to also report on how it felt. 

She went down and back up. "Three master."

And then again. "Ughh 3.5 Master"

She went down, deeper this time.

"hhhhh ... 5 Master."

"Heh," Scott said "she skipped 4"

She went down again and back up, a little more quickly

"5 Master."

I could see that conflict in her again. It was that conflict between her dignity and her desire. She hated performing like this, but at the same time, she loved the feeling it gave her.

She was breathing harder and fucking more fluidly.

"sss- six Master. OOOhhhhh"

She was pumping hard enough that she wasn't calling a score on every upward stroke, but it was okay.

"Ughh uhh uGhh. Seven Master."

She was sweating, and there was a tear on her left cheek. Her breasts bounced slightly and she fucked.

"ss-ss-ss-seven point five Master."

I stood up and approached her.

"Oh god. Oh my God. 8 Master. Oh god 8."

She was fucking harder and faster, forgetting her embarrassment and shame as her orgasm approached and began to consume her.

"Stop!" I shouted and grabbed onto her arms, preventing her from going back down"

"UUUgghhhhhhhh!!!" She wailed and her pelvis thrusted uncontrollably as I lifted her off the dildo. I could almost see the mouth of her pussy clenching and grasping for the friction and fullness that was no longer there.

"Ohhhhh!" Lacy shouted as Scott laughed and clapped his hands once.

"Nadu." I commanded sternly.

She was desperate and disappointed with a pleading expression on her face, completely devoid of self-consciousness. She just wanted to cum, and that was it.

"Pleeease Master..."

"NADU!" It was the Gorean command to kneel. Jennifer obeyed and knelt to the ground with her hands on her thighs. Then, as her situation, and the events that transpired came into focus, she began to cry. 

I looked at Lacy. She was looking at me. I could see that she was looking at me differently. I could see desire in her eyes.

I smiled. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes, Sir" Lacy said without breaking eye contact with me. That was the first time she had called me "Sir". I don't think Scott noticed. 

"Yeah that was pretty cool." Scott said. "Okay, I think she should at least suck me off since I was so nice about sharing Lacy with her and helping her with her earrings."

Lacy turned to him, and knelt on the floor as she reached for his belt. "I can help you with that, Sir." Clearly she was turned on and wanted some action.

Scott stood and grabbed a handful of her hair as she knelt and pulled her head back. 

"Nuh uh." He said. "I am ready to fuck you right now."

She stood up and he turned her around and bent her over so that she was holding on the stool Jennifer had used. Scott lifted her thin black skirt up over her back and pulled her pink cotton panties down to her knees. Her ass was small, but a bit more curvy and muscular than Jennifer's. He slapped her ass rather dismissively.

She moaned as he held on to her hips and entered her from behind. 

He nodded at me towards her head. "Go ahead" He said.

Now of course, Lacy was an attractive girl, and normally I would jump at the chance to get a blowjob from her. But I hesitated. There was something weird about doing a sexual act in front of Jennifer. But I knew I could not let my feelings get in the way. Jennifer was my slave, not my girlfriend. Furthermore, she was being punished. So I would make her sit there and watch. If it bothered her, so be it.

I approached Lacy and stroked her shiny thick black hair. She looked up at me. "Yes, Sir." She whispered. "Yes, Sir." I undid my belt, and let her take my cock into her mouth. She sucked it with focused enthusiasm as I held her head with my hand and Scott fucked her from behind. He looked at me, smiling victoriously.

I looked down at Jennifer who was sitting naked in Nadu position, eyes closed and crying. 

"Eyes open Jennifer." I said as Lacy sucked my cock.

Jennifer frowned with eyes full of tears. Her expression was not just humiliation and shame ... in some way I think she may have been upset that another girl was sucking my cock. I don't think I would call it jealousy, but, I don't know what you would call it. Maybe she felt like she lost.

"This is part of the punishment. You have to watch. Now put your hands behind your neck and stick your tits out."

She did it right away. Goddamn, she was so obedient...so submissive. Seeing her like that with her back arched, her breasts sticking out while she cried, and her beautiful thighs spread slightly. Seeing her obey so quickly, despite her conflicted emotions, like it was a reflex. She was given an order and she obeyed

That's what did it for me. I came hard into Lacy's mouth. I held her head with both hands and thrusted into her. If felt so good, I got a little lightheaded as the last spurts shot down her eager throat. 

Scott was smiling and watching me cum. At that moment he came also. As he came he started calling Lacy a fucking bitch and a cheap fucking whore as he spanked her ass hard. I thought it was surprisingly harsh, but that's what made Lacy cum. She moaned and muffled her screams as some of my semen dripped out of her mouth.

* * *

Scott, Lacy and I collapsed on the couch. Jennifer, still naked, continued to kneel with her chest thrust out. She had stopped crying, but her cheeks were tearstained. 

I told her to put her clothes on but I made her leave her bra and panties off. She just wore jeans and a t-shirt. Lacy said she was hungry, so we went to dinner.

At dinner Jennifer did not really talk. She kept fiddling with her new earrings, turning and turning them, looking for a break in the hoop, or the clasp that just wasn't there. 

Lacy asked how Jennifer and I met. I told her we met at school and that Jennifer had been one of my students, which was true. I did not want to tell her about the blackmail. 

I said that the first time we were together, was in my lab room in the Bio building. I started to describe the first time we actually had sex, rather than the first time we were together and I blackmailed her.

Lacy wanted details. As I spoke, I looked at Jennifer. She was looking down at the table in shame.

"Why don't you tell Lacy about some of our adventures?"

I suddenly realized that this was a great idea. Jennifer had been a like a passenger in all of this, she never had to address what she had done, or what had been done to her.

She would have to sit there, in a public restaurant and describe our encounters. I would make her tell the story, tell what she was thinking and feeling. 

Perhaps -- - no definitely. Definitely I would make her rate each experience and each orgasm on a scale from 0 to 10.



The Claiming of Jennifer Kim Ch. 07



I made her start from the beginning.

Scott, Lucy, Jennifer, and I sat at a horseshoe-shaped booth in the moderately crowded Denny's. The girls sat next to each other while Scott and I sat on each end.

I later learned that Lucy was gently stroking Jennifer's thigh as I made her reluctantly and painfully recount the story.

"So," Lucy asked, not trying to hide her excitement, "What did he make you do first?"

Jennifer looked down and took a long hard breath. "He..." She took another breath. "He made me take off my clothes at school."

"At school?" Lucy sounded surprised.

Jennifer closed her eyes and nodded. "In the lab room."

"Wow." Lucy raised her eyebrows. She looked impressed. "Then what happened after you got all nekkid?"

"He touched me."

"Where?"

"My... my breasts."

"Where else?"

"Down there."

"Ha Ha! What? Down where sweetie?"

Jennifer closed her eyes. "My ... my vagina."

"And tell them how wet you where that first time." I said.

She opened her eyes. "I wasn't!" she whispered.

"Ha. You sure were." I said, "You were practically dripping."

Jennifer put her elbows on the table and held her head up with her hands. It was killing her to be talked to like this, so casually, so matter-of-fact.

"It's okay honey," Lucy played with her straw in her teeth "What happened next?"

Without looking up, Jennifer spoke with a feeble voice. "Then he spanked me."

"While you stood there? Over the knee?" Lucy was relentless.

"Over the knee." I said. Jennifer didn't move.

"Oooo, nice." Lucy smiled "My favorite!" She turned to Scott. "Why don't YOU ever spank me over your knee?"

"Maybe you haven't been bad enough." Scott smiled. Lucy slapped his arm playfully. The mood between the three of us was light and jovial, but for Jennifer it was torture.

I took a sip of coffee.

"What else did he do in that lab room sweetie?" Lucy asked.

I could see Jennifer blush as she held her forehead in her hands.

"Hmm?" Lucy persisted.

"He made me say things." Jennifer said softly.

Lucy leaned forward and spoke as softly as Jennifer had. "Like what?"

"Just ... stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Like... Like I was a bad girl. Stuff like that."

I suddenly felt a twinge of embarrassment myself. 

"Ooo!" Lucy lit up. "He made you say that you were a bad girl while he spanked you?"

Jennifer nodded shamefully.

"What else?"

Jennifer took a slow breath. "And that I was a slut."

"Are you?"

"No!" Jennifer sounded like she was about to cry.

"And then he made me talk like a fob."

"Like a what?" Scott asked.

"A fob." Lucy answered "F.O.B. Stands for 'Fresh off the boat'. Oh my god ... like ... he made you talk with an accent?"

Jennifer nodded with her eyes closed.

"What did you have to say?"

Jennifer was silent.

At that moment I did not want her to answer. I think I was feeling a bit of shame about what I had made her do. I was about to tell her that she did not have to go on... but then she answered.

"Me love you long time."

Lucy looked at me in wide-mouthed horror. "You didn't!" She hissed.

I felt a little sick to my stomach. Maybe that had crossed the line. I wanted this exercise to be over. But suddenly Jennifer continued without being prompted.

"Then I had to buy black underwear and wear it for him..."

Lucy did not break her stare at me. I looked back at her as if to say "What?" Scott's smile widened as he leaned back in his seat.

"..and dance for him" Jennifer said.

Lucy closed her mouth and looked at Jennifer. "Dance? To music?" 

"No. No music"

I thought to myself that I could not remember ever making her dance.

"I just had to move my hips around."

Oh that's right. I had made her wag her ass around for me. 

"Then I had to do work."

"Work?" Scott asked.

Jennifer took another deep breath. "I had to do some filing."

"In the nude!?" Lucy asked.

Jennifer nodded. "Then I had to ... service him."

"How?"

"Um ... Orally."

"Nice." Scott said and took a sip of his drink.

"Then he took me to the mall, and then the sex shop."

"The one downtown?" Lucy asked.

Jennifer nodded. "I had to try outfits on. And he let everyone watch. He even let one guy touch me."

"Eww!" Lucy laughed.

"And then he made me get my ears pierced." Jennifer said sadly.

"Oh but they look good on you!" Lucy said.

Jennifer rubbed her temples. "And then we went to the apartment downtown."

"Scott's apartment?"

Jennifer nodded, still rubbing her temples. "And He made me strip again and parade around."

"Oh I know what we did next." Scott looked at me with a big grin. Jennifer did not speak.

"What?" Lucy said. "What did you do next?" It was obvious that Lucy was excited and she enjoyed putting Jennifer on the spot.

Jennifer still did not speak.

"Well?" I said finally

"I had... I had to get on the table."

"The big kitchen table?"

Jennifer nodded once and hung her head in shame.

"Then what?" Lucy asked, obviously excited.

"Then they taped up my wrists and ankles...

"Yes?"

"... and ... shaved me."

"No Way!" Lucy's eyes opened wide.

I took a sip of coffee. "And then you came pretty hard when I finger fucked you. Didn't you?"

She froze.

"Didnt You?"

"Yes.. sir."

"Rate it."

Her breathing increased and she crossed her arms across her chest.

"0 to 10 Jennifer. Give that orgasm a rating."

"Nine Sir."

"Woa!" Lucy and Scott said in unison. Jennifer covered her face with her hands. It felt like having to talk about these experiences and rate them was even more humiliating than the experiences themselves.

"What then?"

"Then the next time I had to go to Master's apartment to learn all of the Gorean positions."

"Ooo," Lucy cooed. "Which one did you hate the most?

"Entice."

"Entice?" Lucy asked "I don't know that one."

"I invented it." I said "Why don't you describe it Jennifer?"

I could see her blushing deeply.

"I got on all fours." She breathed deeply as if she were about to cry.

"That's it?" Lucy sounded disappointed.

"No." I said, "what else did you have to do Jennifer?"

She sat silently and finally said 'I had to entice by wagging my hips."

"Oh wow! You had to wag your ass like a puppy!"

At that moment the waitress had come by to fill our coffees. She obviously caught the last line about Jennifer wagging her ass like a puppy. Lucy covered her mouth and giggled as if to say 'oops!'. Jennifer was clearly mortified.

"Then?"

"And then... I had to beg."

"Beg for what?"

"Beg to ... to ... finish."

"To finish?"

"I had to beg to ... " She dropped to a whisper "...to reach climax."

"He made you beg to cum?"

Jennifer nodded.

"And so ... you did it? You really begged for it?"

Jennifer nodded again. Her shame was agonizingly apparent.

"SO? Did you cum?"

Jennifer looked down and nodded slowly.

"How did he do it??"

"With his fingers."

I started to feel less ashamed. "What would you rate that one Jennifer? 0-10."

She thought for a moment. "8, Sir."

"Not bad." Scott said.

"Then I had to shower while he videotaped me."

"Oh, that's just creepy." Lucy said, laughing.

"And then," Jennifer looked forward "And then we did it."

"Did what?"

"We ... had sex."

"Oh right ... up to that point you two hadn't had actual sex ... So how would you rate that first time together."

I felt my stomach drop. I did not want her to answer that. I don't know why. Maybe it was just regular male machismo. I just did not want her to rate our straight sexual encounter.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and she gave it a 10.

I felt an incredible rush of relief, and an unexplainable affection for her.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

After Jennifer finished, Lucy told about a few of her own adventures. But there was a big difference between the two of them. Lucy was confident, self-assured, almost proud of her submissive exploits, which made Jennifer feel even more ashamed.

It was clear that having to recount the events of her submission was painfully humiliating for Jennifer. But this is the paradox of the true sub. The more hauntingly humiliating something is, the more sexually aroused she becomes.

Up until now, Jennifer was just a somewhat willing victim. She could lay back and let these things happen to her. But having to talk about it .... Being forced to talk about it and how it affected her was thus far the most humiliating experience for her.

But the humiliation makes her wet, and since she was forbidden to wear panties on that night, she clearly developed a dark wet spot on the crotch of her jeans. This amused me and it clearly amused Scott. Jennifer was, of course, completely mortified. The wet spot was quite visible. Totally unmistakeable.

Lucy chuckled and took her to the restroom. As she walked across the restaurant, a couple at another booth looked at Jennifer's crotch, then her face, and then whispered to each other with a giggle. They knew. Jennifer walked quickly to the restroom hoping that no one else would notice her wet spot.

Scott and I did not know what was going on in that restroom. Unbeknownst to us, Lucy actually gave Jennifer some commands.

Lucy told Jennifer to take off her shoes and hand over her jeans. Jennifer obeyed and stood naked from the waist down in the ladies restroom. She knew anyone could walk in at anytime.

Lucy told her to sit in the stall. 

Jennifer obeyed with a great sense of relief. 

Then Lucy ordered her to masturbate. Jennifer hesitated. Lucy said: "Do it, Jennifer, I don't want to have to watch you, and you definitely do not want me to come in there and help you do you?"

Jennifer felt another surge of erotic embarrassment.

"Just get it out of your system. Make yourself cum and be done with it while I dry your jeans."

Jennifer heard the hand dryer start up and she knew that Lucy was using it to dry the wet stain on her jeans.

She knew what she had to do. She had never done anything like this before, but she reached down, probed for her clit and rubbed it until she came. 

The hand dryer was loud and covered any sounds she made. It was a spectacular orgasm, all built up from the talk at the table. She didn't want to stop. She kept rubbing and rubbing until she came a second time, sitting on the toilet at Denny's.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

After the girls left the table and were out of earshot, Scott asked: "Who do you think is hotter?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"I think Jennifer is prettier," Scott said "But Lucy is sexier. You would never guess such a sweet-looking girl is so freaky."

"I don't know. I stopped guessing a long time ago."

"You know what would be interesting? To have them both at the same time."

"No!" I said ... maybe a little too quickly and emphatically.

"Whoa, settle down." Scott said "I'm sorry, I forgot how emotionally attached you are to her."

"Fuck you!" I laughed.

"I mean seriously Dave, emotionally speaking, you are as much a slave to her as she is to you. Maybe even more so."

"What?!"

"Yep. That's the difference between you and me. You are so deeply into her, that you couldn't bear the thought of losing her, even for one night" He said. "While I, on the other hand have complete control over Lucy, sexually and emotionally."

"Dude, That is complete bullshit."

"Okay", Scott said calmly, "then let me borrow her for a night."

"Fuck no! Why don't YOU let me have Lucy for a night?"

"Lucy is too much for you. And she is way too much for Jennifer."

"Too much?"

"Lucy is, shall we say, complex."

"Complex?"

"She switches you know. A bisexual switch. She literally does it all."

"So?"

"So you have to really understand her to dominate her, and you don't even truly understand your own sub."

"What the fuck? I totally understand Jennifer. Dude, YOU are the one who is new at this."

"Okay imagine this: We make the two of them make love. You and I would just sit back and watch. If we made the two of them make love for our entertainment, without any instructions, then who would dominate whom? 

"Lucy would dominate Jennifer. She has already started."

"You think so?"

"Absolutely."

"I think Jennifer would dominate Lucy."

"No chance. Lucy switches. Jennifer never has. Not even close."

"Lucy only dominated Jennifer because I told her to. If she is left to her own devices, she is a natural sub. But more importantly, she has more experience, so she would have discipline and restraint. Jennifer can't even keep her pants from getting wet at fucking Denny's"

"That's because we were making her talk. It embarrassed her, and that's what turned her on."

"My point is that, faced with arousal, regardless of how it occurred, she couldn't control herself."

"So?"

"So Jennifer would lose control first, and eventually dominate Lucy out of frustration. Lucy knows that she will, and she can just wait it out until she gets what she wants. And what she wants is Jennifer to dominate her." Scott fiddled with his napkin. "And If I know Lucy, which I do, she will be soft and sensual. Eventually Jennifer would get so excited she wouldn't be able to contain herself. She would push Lucy's head down between her legs, grasping Lucy's hair with both hands and grinding her pussy into Lucy'smouth. She would make Lucy lick her clit until she cums."

"There is no way Jennifer would do that." I said.

"She would." Scott sounded self-assured. "What I am saying here is that you don't really understand your sub. If the two of them made love on my living room floor in front of us, then Lucy would assume the submissive role."

"No fucking way. No way."

"Now it might be subtle, and I concede that it will probably take a while" Scott said, looking away, "but I will bet you anything, Jennifer dominates, Lucy licks pussy first, and Jennifer cums first."

"No WAY!" I laughed, "Look, Jennifer will do JUST as she is told, and nothing more. I don't care if it takes all night. She will only kiss Lucy, if Lucy kisses her first."

I took a drink of water. "In fact, she is not going to hug, kiss, caress or do anything unless she is explicitly told to do so. She will lie there like a dead fish unless she is specifically ordered to do something different. No way in HELL she would make someone lick HER pussy. Jennifer NEEDS to be commanded. Lucy would definitely cum first. Hell, Jennifer might not even cum at all." 

Scott looked at me with an eyebrow raised, "You wanna bet?"

"Fuck, not another bet."

"This one is simple. I say Jennifer will assume the dominant role. If I am wrong, then Lucy assumes the dominant role, and she makes Jennifer lick her pussy first, and Lucy cums first; then you are right and you win." He paused. "But if Jennifer makes Lucy lick first, then I win."

Easy money. "What are we betting then?"

"A three-way." He said. "You win, Lucy goes home with the two of you. If I win, then Jennifer spends the night at my place. Sex only. Nothing crazy."

"Ha! You got a bet."

As we shook hands I laughed to myself. There was no way Jennifer would dominate another person.

"And of course," Scott added. "No additional instructions from either of us."

"Of course."

"And if neither of them licks the other's pussy, then the bet is off."

"Absolutely."

"Absolutely what?" Lucy asked as she and Jennifer returned to the table. Jennifer looked flushed, but the wet spot was gone.

"Absolutely nothing" Scott said, picking up the check and standing up, "Let's go back to my place."

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Scott flipped on the lights to his downtown apartment as we entered. He tossed his keys on the table and turned to address the girls.

"All right you two" he said. "Move that coffee table out of the way and stand in the center of that rug."

Jennifer looked surprised, maybe a little stunned. Lucy smiled wryly and said "Yes, Sir" with an emphasis on 'Sir' as if she knew what was about to happen. She bent to lift one end of the coffee table as she motioned for Jennifer to take the other end.

I sat on one couch; Scott sat on the loveseat facing me. The large Persian-looking rug was on the floor between us. I admired Lucy's body as she bent over to lift the table. She had a nice petite Asian body, with just a hint of curvy musculature. I began to get a little hard thinking about how I would soon see her naked.

Jennifer looked more troubled than confused at that point. She and Lucy moved the table and returned to the rug between us. They were a little unsure whom they should face. "Okay." Scott clapped his hands once and leaned forward. The girls turned to face him. "Now the two of you are going to put on a little show for us."

The girls froze.

"I want the two of you to make love." He said, smiling. "Right here, Right now, right on this rug."

Lucy turned slightly and looked at Jennifer. Jennifer turned and looked at me. I saw horror in Jennifer's face. I knew she had never been with another woman in this way. She had been masturbated by Monique as she lay on the table during the football game, but this was different. This time she was going to have to participate. 

Her facial expression changed from shock to a desperate imploring. She was begging me with her eyes. She was begging me to not make her do it. I looked at her gravely and nodded once. She knew she was going to have to go through with it. 

They faced each other awkwardly like a couple of junior-high kids at their first school dance. They faced each other in their jeans and tight t-shirts. They weren't sure what to do. Finally, Lucy smiled, took Jennifer's chin between her thumb and forefinger, and leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

Jennifer stood frozen. Her lips shut tightly, refusing to return the quick, soft peck of a kiss. Lucy backed away slightly, but kept her hand on Jennifer's chin. Jennifer crossed her arms in front of her chest, as if to protect herself. Lucy smiled broadly and said "Oh you are so CUTE!".

She leaned in again, this time kissing her longer.

Jennifer closed her eyes, not to enjoy the kiss, but to wish this whole scene simply was not actually happening.

Lucy reached up with her other hand and placed her palm on the back of Jennifer's head as she continued to nibble her lips upon Jennifer's frozen, non-reciprocating mouth.

She stopped kissing and gave Jennifer a soft, quick tap on the cheek. 

"Kiss me back!" Lucy whispered to her. "Put your arms around me!"

Despite the complete look of disgust on Jennifer's pretty face, she slowly, reluctantly, wrapped her arms around Lucy's slender torso, barely touching her back with her fingertips. 

"That's it." Lucy smiled. 

She closed her eyes again as Lucy approached and this time the two of them kissed each other.

This elated me. It was a not-so-subtle moment of domination. Just as I had predicted, Lucy was going to dominate Jennifer.

Lucy moved her hand off of Jennifer's chin and wound it around the small of her back. She pulled Jennifer's body closer and pressed her pelvis into her. Jennifer opened her eyes and looked uncomfortable at how tightly Lucy was pressing into her. She broke away from the kiss, a thin line of saliva stretching between the two girls' lips.

Lucy did not slow down. She leaned her head in and sucked on the side of Jennifer's neck, just below her ear. Jennifer gasped and closed her eyes as her hoop earring laid upon Lucy's cheek.

I could see that Lucy was squeezing her tightly. Jennifer looked helpless and paralyzed as Lucy gently gnawed on her neck. But she was starting to resist less and her breath was audible. 

It was clear that Jennifer was starting to get turned on by Lucy's kiss.

Lucy started to moan ... or it was more like a hum. She moved her head in little circles as she sucked on Jennifer's neck. 

Jennifer opened her eyes again and looked over Lucy's shoulder at me. She had that helpless pathetic expression on her face. It was that expression she would get when she would get humiliated by what was turning her on, while simultaneously being turned on by what was humiliating her. The cycle was starting again and there was nothing she could do about it.




The Claiming of Jennifer Kim Ch. 07



While Jennifer was looking at me, Lucy slid her hand down to squeeze her ass. Jennifer's eyes widened. She looked like she was sinking in quicksand. But I could see her nipples hardening under her t-shirt. I remembered that Jennifer had been braless for the entire evening, even at Denny's. Then, as if on cue, Lucy reached for the hem of Jennifer's top and, despite Jennifer's initial reflex to resist, Lucy peeled it off of her, exposing her breasts. 

"Kneel down, please" Lucy said softly to her as she guided her down to the rug. Both of them kneeled, facing each other. Lucy kissed her again as she wrapped one arm around her naked back, and fondled one of her breasts with her other hand.

Jennifer's eyes were closed in resignation. 

I loved seeing this. I loved seeing Lucy, gently dominate her. Jennifer was such a natural sub, there was nothing she could do but obey. 

Lucy leaned forward. "Lean back, please" She smiled.

Jennifer did as she was told and leaned back as Lucy slid her hand from Jennifer's breast, down her taut belly, and to the waistband of her jeans. Jennifer looked down helplessly as Lucy tugged at her waistband and unbuttoned her jeans.

"Lay back, please" Lucy smiled.

Jennifer brought her legs from underneath herself, and set her ass down on the rug. Lucy slowly, pulled Jennifer's jeans down her hips, exposing her shaven pussy, and drawing the jeans over her perfect white-golden thighs. Jennifer squeezed her eyes closed and blushed, as she lay completely nude before us.

Lucy crawled forward and looked at her face until she opened her eyes. When she did, Lucy smiled and planted a kiss on her lips. Jennifer was on her back, and Lucy was on her hands and knees above her. Lucy arched her back like a lioness, and Jennifer was her helpless prey. 

"How is our little soldier doing?" Lucy said, and slid her right hand down to Jennifer's pussy. She, of course, was referring to Jennifer's clit.

Jennifer squirmed and gasped as Lucy's fingers burrowed into her pussy and found her clit.

"Well, well, well" Lucy chuckled. "Feels like he's getting there."

Lucy rubbed Jennifer's clit and Jennifer lay there squirming and whimpering.

"Is our little soldier getting there Jennifer? Is he getting all wet?" Lucy spoke to her slowly, almost condescendingly, but still with a great amount of affection.

Jennifer kept her eyes closed and said nothing.

"Is he Jennifer?" She said as she leaned in, almost to kiss her lips. She hovered over her, her lips within an inch of Jennifer's mouth.

"Is he all wet Jennifer?" she whispered into Jennifer's lips.

Jennifer breathed hard as Lucy rubbed and squeezed her clit.

"Oooo ... does he like what I'm doing to him?" She whispered.

Jennifer was still.

"Does ... he ... like it?" Lucy whispered. "Does he Jennifer? Does he like it?"

"Yes..." Jennifer said in a barely audible whisper.

"Does he like it Jennifer? I couldn't hear you sweetie."

"Y-yes" Jennifer said with her eyes shut tightly. Her hips had stopped squirming.

"Does he want more?"

"Hpmph"

"All you have to do is ask."

"nnnghh..."

"Just say 'more please', sweetie!"

"aaahhhh"

"What do you say Jennifer?"

"mmm.."

"What's that?"

"mmm..more ... p-please..." Jennifer whispered feebly. Her hips had started to just barely rock.

Lucy smiled, and gingerly removed her fingers from Jennifer's pussy.

"Unghh!" Jennifer said, losing control of herself as her hips bucked slightly, begging for more.

"Oh don't worry silly, there will be more later."

Jennifer opened her eyes, snapping out of the trance she was in and feeling completely mortified that she had actually just asked for more, from a girl, in front of us.

"Roll over, please sweetie." Lucy whispered passionately.

Jennifer glared at her and quickly shot glances at both Scott and myself. Lucy did not allow Jennifer much room to roll over, but she managed. She lay under Lucy, naked and prone, as she buried her head in her arms.

Lucy kneeled up while letting her hands slide down Jennifer's shoulder blades to her waist. "Oh what a pretty little ass!" she said and squeezed each of Jennifer's cheeks with both hands. 

"Your ass is cute in jeans, but it is SO lovely when it is bare like this."

She squeezed and kneaded Jennifer's ass. "It's so soft and firm! I love it!"

Lucy reached and grasped each of Jennifer's hips.

"Come on, sweetie. Ass up." She pulled Jennifer's hips back. "Ass up for me."

Jennifer obeyed. I loved the way Jennifer's hips, ass and lower back looked whenever she was in doggy position like that, with her ass in the air, submissively available. I liked to command her to entice me by bumping and grinding it and wagging it around slowly. But Lucy looked content just to hold her by the hips and press her pelvis into her as if she was fucking her from behind.

"Mmmmm" Lucy purred. "That's my good little piggy."

She ground her pelvis into Jennifer's ass, in a sort of, mammalian domination display. There was something additionally sexy about the fact that Lucy was completely dressed, while Jennifer was completely naked. Jennifer just seemed to let her have her way with her. She lay there completely submissive.

Lucy spanked her lightly -- not to hurt as much as to assert her dominance -- and chuckled. "Such a pretty little piggy!"

She reached forward and grabbed a handful of Jennifer's long silky brown hair and pulled her head back.

Jennifer winced and lifted her body up.

Lucy pulled Jennifer until she was in a kneeling position. She reached around and cupped Jennifer's breast like she owned it.

"So are we going to put on a nice little show for these fine gentlemen?"

"Yes." Jennifer whimpered on the verge of tears.

"Good" Lucy smiled and kissed Jennifer on the neck. "We each have a part to play, and I want you to do exactly as you are told. Understand sweetie?"

"Y-yes,"

"Okay ... now stand up and turn around to face me."

Jennifer reluctantly stood and turned to face Lucy. Lucy remained kneeling.

"Now," Lucy said. "Slap me."

Jennifer stood, confused.

"I said slap me. Slap my face"

Jennifer looked down at her and, still confused, weakly slapped Lucy's face.

"Harder."

Jennifer slapped her.

"Now call me a name and slap me again"

Jennifer looked at me. I honestly did not know what Lucy was doing either.

"What name?"

"Any name. Insult me and slap my face. Do it. Do it Now."

"Uh ... Slut?" Jennifer sounded like she was asking a question and slapped Lucy's face again.

"MMMM ... Yes, I am a slut Ma'am!" Lucy said. "Now take off my clothes."

Jennifer looked at her.

"Do it!" Lucy hissed.

Jennifer reluctantly leaned forward and removed Lucy's top.

"Slap me again and call me a slut."

"Uh.... Okay." Jennifer slapped her and said "Slut." without a hint of emotion.

"Make me take my pants off!"

"Uh ..."

"Yes Ma'am! I will take off my clothes for you!" Lucy said. "I will strip for you Ma'am!"

Jennifer stood there, completely confounded. This was weird. I did not know where Lucy was going either. I did not really care as she stripped off her clothes. Lucy had a hot little body. It looked like she worked out a little more than Jennifer did, and her skin was more fair. It looked like she did not have an ounce of fat on her. She had small but perky b-cups. Her nipples were small and light pink, almost invisible. Her pussy was shaven. Her ass was smallish and tight.

"Now make me kiss your pussy!" Lucy said.

"Wh--?"

I snapped out of it. Wait a minute.

"Do it! Tell me to kiss it!"

"Uh .. kiss it?"

"Yes Ma'am!" Lucy smiled broadly and thrust her face into Jennifer's naked pussy. She reached her hands around to Jennifer's ass.

Jennifer clenched up and raised her hands up.

"Lay down" Lucy whispered.

Jennifer hesitated and lay down.

"Spread your legs."

Jennifer obeyed.

Lucy started licking Jennifer's pussy.

Jennifer gasped.

"MMM ... Make me!" Lucy said, muffled. "Hold my head and make me."

Jennifer placed her palms on Lucy's head.

Scott clapped once and smiled, and just like that, the bet was lost.

I sat there trying to figure out what had happened. I was still a bit stunned.

Jennifer, meanwhile was being orally serviced by a woman for the first time. She had that confused expression on her face, as she felt humiliated yet aroused. She took a sudden deep breath as she came fast and hard. 

I could see Lucy was reaching under her own pelvis to finger herself as she tongued Jennifer's clit.

Now Jennifer was grasping hard on Lucy's head, with two clenched fistfuls of hair "UUUnnnggggg!" Jennifer came again.

Lucy sat up, Jennifer released her hair. Lucy shifted her legs around. Jennifer watched as Lucy took a hold of one of her legs and placed it between her own until they we scissoring. Lucy maneuvered her pelvis close to Jennifer', and in the next moment, their pussies were touching. Lucy started grinding her pussy into Jennifer's.

"Ugh ugh uh uhh" Lucy grunted as she pressed her pussy, almost violently against Jennifer's.

Jennifer closed her eyes helplessly, and despite the embarrassment, began to grind into Lucy.

"OHHH yes!" Lucy exclaimed as Jennifer started pushing back. "That's a good little piggy!" Oh yes ... yes ... YEEEEESSS!!!"

After Lucy came they both laid back, exhausted.

"Okay, go get cleaned up."

They each stood and gathered their clothes and went to the bathroom.

"So, " he said smiling "Looks like I won the bet."

My heart sank. Not only was I not going to have the fun of a three way with Jennifer and Lucy...but HE was going to have sex with Jennifer. MY Jennifer! "I tell you what." He said to me as we heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. "I have an alternative option."

"Alternative option?"

"Yeah, instead of having sex with Jennifer, you have to let me practice on her"

"What!?"

"I have my orthodontics final coming up and I need practice putting braces on the teeth of a real person."

"You want to put ... braces on her? Instead of sex? That makes no sense."

"I can't fail this final. I'm already on academic probation."

"So ... instead of sex ... you want to put braces on her teeth?"

"Either hers or yours. It doesn't matter."

"No way you are putting braces on me."

"So make Jennifer do it. Or would you rather have me fucking her?"

"Why don't you put some on Lucy?"

"Lucy is the volunteer for my final. I want to practice first."

I sighed. "Fine. You can put braces on her."

"Sweet." He clapped once and shot over to the little chest next to the antique dentist's chair.

"Wait ... you want to do it NOW?"

"Yep. The final is Thursday."

"Jesus."

"What's the difference if it's today or tomorrow?

"None I guess."

"I don't mind if it's you instead of her. Teeth are teeth."

"No it will be her. I'll get her."

At the time I just couldn't figure out why Scott would turn down a three-way with two hot, submissive Asian girls. For what? to practice putting braces on her teeth? It simply did not make any sense. Well, at the time it did not make any sense.

As I walked toward the bathroom, something made me think that I had been set up from the beginning.