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It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 01

By: LOSTREALITY



As old Mick used to sing "Please allow me to introduce myself.." Well no, I'm not the Devil, nor would I have anything to do with him. I do however at times call myself the "DEMONMASTER", but it is not as in a "Demon from Hell", but rather as "The Dom from Hell". More on this later.

I am a musician, fronting my own band. In this day of the quick "download" it is refreshing to find that there are still people out there that appreciate and even search out halfway decent bands that can and do play "Classic Rock" that folks our age can use to steal little moments back from our youth , and just Dance or hoot and holler, grind to, seduce to, or whatever floats your boat. 

We do fairly well, play 3 nights a week, plenty of ladies...And interestingly enough, a lot of the younger kids (old enough to get in that is) are starting to search this kind of stuff out as well. Kinda makes the old heart proud.

Anyway, I do the band thing, and I DJ a couple of nights a week, and while you'll never get rich that way, "It's a living" as they used to say. A friend of mine and I write and record our own tunes. We put out a new song on the 'Net once in awhile, basically just because we can, but trust me, there is no money in original music anymore. Not when ten minutes after it hits the web, it is already being stolen. So we console ourselves with the download numbers. I mean they must have liked it to at least take the 30 seconds to download it, right? 

Fuck, I'm getting old.

Speaking of which, I've just entered my early 50's. It's funny how time breaks it off in your ass. I mean in your 20's you're "hitting" anything that breathes, and stays still long enough. 

In your 30's it's pretty much the same, except you find that you enjoy a little chase once in a while, before "bagging and tagging" it. 

In your 40's you tend to have relationships that last a few months, because It's nice to be able to wine and dine, or come home to a lady who you don't always have to sexually perform for. But these are relationships that you will always mess up, just because some new piece has started flirting with you from the dance floor while you play. And try as you might, you know you are going to fuck up a good thing, but you do it anyway. And the whole decade seems to revolve like that. 

Mind you, I'm talking from a musician's point of view, your mileage may vary.

Now hold on out there, I can hear you starting to mumble "Hey where's the rough sex, the rape and pillaging, you know, the crazy shit I read this damn category for?" It's coming, just keep your shorts/panties on for just a bit more. To understand the story, you must understand a little bit about me, otherwise it'll be a story with no context. And I was taught long ago that "context is everything"

Now, Where were we...oh yeah, so now in my early 50's (it really started in my mid 40's) I've come to a place in my life where I know full well what I am; I'm a mean, sadistic, cold, calculating, evil, one fucking bastard of a Dom. Any sub that places herself in my path, is in for a world of pain, humiliation, shame, and fucking her own dad in the public square if I tell her to do so.

And that's just for starters.

I'm a little over 5 and a half feet tall, and go around 235, a fat little bastard you might think, but trust me, put a guitar in your hands with the air fans blowing your hair around, and the stage lights hitting you just the right way, and suddenly you are David Fucking Coverdale.

And no, I do not have a dick that goes to my knees, more like 6 and half inches long, but, also an apparently impressive girth as has been pointed out to me many times. In fact I had a girl once who gave me a great line;"Honey, you might not touch the bottom, but you'll damn sure bust them sides out!" She probably stole the joke, but it earned her quite a few fun rounds with The Demonmaster.

Ah, and there we are, back where we started with the DEMONMASTER. All through my 20's and 30's I really had no idea what Dom or sub meant, I just knew I was pretty aggressive in sexual situations, and was gradually moving into being rougher as well. As my mid 40's were about to start I had one girl say to me, "you are quite a rough Dom, aren't you?" I'm like "What?" and she proceeds to tell me about Dominance and submission or as I learned later; D/s.

Well I started reading and learning about this stuff, and after awhile it dawned on me "I'm NOT a freak, this shit actually exists!" And from then on, it was a matter of finding my boundaries, what I could get away with, and what I couldn't. How subs have different kinks and how use those kinks against them...and on and on. So, now I'm the bastard that I described to you a few paragraphs ago.

And yes, as I've gotten older I've gotten more picky about my conquests. I still get the occasional quick groupie blowjob once in awhile, just to let off steam so I can be the cold bastard with a sub that needs to learn a lesson, or maybe just needs me in full "Demon Mode" as I call it. 

In other words, I lead my dick, my dick doesn't lead me. And that my friends, can be a real "mindfuck" for some submissives.

And since I brought up the occasional groupie encounter. It seems like the perfect place to actually start this sordid little tale.

We are in our first set, and the place is gradually changing it's entire look as the the "Happy Hour" shift is slowly leaving, just as the evening crowd is starting to come in. We are cranking pretty good, when I can feel eyes on me. You'd be correct in saying "You're the guy up there playing and singing, of course people are looking at you, ya dumb ass." Well that's true of course, but you can tell when someone is really paying attention to YOU, not the band, not the lights, not even really paying attention to the song. 

Well, when you play for places like we do, that holds between maybe one to two hundred people, you can usually find that person pretty quickly. Although as soon as you meet her eyes, and she realizes that you know she is the one. Well of course, then her eyes start looking everywhere but at you.

I size her up pretty well, as I gather that she is the woman at her table with a few friends, for whom she takes on the task of being that table's "life of the party".

We've all seen her in one form or another, The one that laughs a little too loud at the jokes, She's always trying to get one of the friends to go ask a guy to dance. She goes out of her way to "mother" the one girl at the table, who either just had a break-up, or is getting a divorce or whatever the case may be. And she finds herself drinking just a little more than she normally would.

And of course, tonight she is really laying it on, as she just got the singer to look at her, and she could swear that she saw the same loneliness in his eyes, as she just knows he saw in hers. She is always dressed for the occasion of the "Girls Night Out", meaning a shorter skirt than she would normally wear, a little heavy on the make-up, trying to be the woman she was 15 or so years ago, when the pot belly thing at home that she calls a husband, used make her feel pretty and wanted.

She has more than a few extra pounds, without being obese. A good set of breasts up top, both in size, and firmness (though this really relies on how good the bra is, or how much she has been blessed by Mother Nature). The hair is almost always auburn/brown, which when the light hits it just the right way, it gives off just a tease of red.

She is usually between 40 and 50, though those are by no means the firm age range, but really just more of the average.

Now that she knows she has been noticed, she just has to get on the dance floor, either with a girl friend, or one of the many horny guys looking to get laid. Every time she faces toward the stage, she looks my way to see if I am watching her moves, as she tries hard to be sexy and seductive.

On a normal night for me, I would just give her a few grins, and enough attention from the stage to let her know she is appreciated. Any chat between sets, that she might pursue, is usually just to sincerely make her feel important as being a fan of the band, without giving her any hope that there may be a more intimate time later on in the evening. 

Now, as I said, that would be a normal night. However On this particular night, The Demon is playing the stage.

So at this point, I make sure to make eye contact with her, every time she turns my way. A quick grin, maybe a wink now and then, and I can almost visibly see her go from cool and collected, to hot and sweating. And as an extra little invisible touch to her mind, I make sure I'm looking straight into her eyes, when any romantic or poignant line comes up in the lyrics, as if I'm singing them TO her and JUST for her.

Now it is the bass player's turn to sing a nice soulful tune. The timing couldn't be better, as it gives me the chance to step off of the stage and mingle with the dancers, all the while playing the pretty but simple chords on my the guitar. My lady ("prey" would be more apropo) has ditched her dance partner, and is back in her place at her table. Obviously, she has seen us play before, and knows my little routine of going out onto the floor during the slower songs. I can only assume she is twitching in her seat as I go by each table, playing and smiling, until I get to hers. Because as I get there she goes almost rigid, eyes boring into mine with both fear and need shining in them. 

The other girls are kind of giving her "oohs" and "aahs", as it is readily apparent to them, that she is both enjoying and being ashamed of her infatuation. After the deep gaze, I kind of blow her a kiss, and move on down the row of tables. I can hear her table all a twitter now, like a bunch of high school girls.

Man, I love my job.

I make it back to the stage right on cue, as the soul tune ends. The band immediately jumps into a "foot stomper" to close out the set. I make it a point to only glance at her once, as I grind and scream the song to a close. I tell the crowd we are taking a short break, and to please tip the waitresses. I make my way to the back door, glance back just enough to be sure she is watching, then step out to have a smoke.

I've got to hand it to her. She waits a full three minutes before coming out. It takes her a few seconds of looking around at the few couples who have stepped out to "get to know each other better", before she spots the glow of my cigarette. I am back in a much dimmer lit area, sitting on one of the few "picnic tables" that are out there for the monthly smoked rib dinners put on at this particular joint. She tries to make her approach seem unhurried and normal. Her nervous face and very noticeable shaking lips give her away as she slowly slides up to sit down next to me.

Thank God, that good old Florida does get chilly at night during the fall/Winter months. This allows her to have a plausible reason for her hard nipples to be trying to poke holes through her bra and top. I take a good long look at them, making sure she sees where my eyes are. This puts her on the defensive very quickly. I can almost hear the gears in her head, the rushing thoughts of "he must think I'm some kind of slut, coming out here after him, and my damn nipples aren't helping...yet, I love that he is looking at them. God, he must really think I'm a slut". I didn't know her thoughts for real of course, but over the years, I've gained the instinct to make a good guess at it. 

I decide to test it, and her, by simply asking "But, you are aren't you?"

"Wha..What?" She stammers out, while she performs the feat of a sharp intake of breath at the same time, something I would not have believed possible. 

"Look, time is short, we both know what you were thinking. I merely asked "But you are aren't you?" now answer me!" 

She begins to stammer again, but I start to get up as if going back in. The "yes" came very quickly and very low. 

I sit back down, "yes...what?" Her eyes look at me, as if begging me not to make her shame herself. 

"Yes what?" I ask in very stern voice. 

"Yes, I'm a slut" she whispers, her head now bowed.

"Oh no you don't, look in my eyes and say it clearly!" 

"I am a slut" she says again. Her nipples visibly grow even harder and I can smell the distinctive aroma of a woman as she grows aroused.

"You liked having to say that, didn't you, slut?" I knew I had found the door to one of her kinks. 

"yes" 

"yes what?" Now her eyes meet mine as if to question what I wanted. 

"YES, WHAT!" I repeated in a very hard voice. 

"Yes Sir" she says very humbly, almost as a question, her body again shaking. 

"Am I "Sir" to you now slut?"

"Yes Sir"

"And what are you to me?"

"I am your slut, Sir" 

"Good girl"

Our eyes have been locked for this little exchange, her eyes telling me so much. But the change in them at those two little words; "Good girl" showed me that she was almost overwhelmed, like she had found a part of herself that she had been searching to find, for a very long time.

I stood up, leaned against the back of the building, and crooked a finger at her to come to me. She got up slowly, her look saying she knows what I want, and she is more than ready. I take her by surprise, by wrapping my arms around her, and drawing her to me. I then place one hand at the back of her head, and pull her in for a very deep, yet very rough kiss. Once she understands what is happening, she starts trying to pull herself in even closer.

I must admit, that her hard nipples, which I could feel on my chest, ebbing and receding with her every breath, almost derailed my intentions of starting her evening's "Mind Fuck", and just go straight for the quickie. But knowing that I had about a minute to get back to the stage kept me on track.

I broke our kiss and quickly turned her around, putting her back to me. I grabbed a good hand full of her hair, and pulled her head back so her ear was at my mouth. I told her that every time I look at my slut from the stage, I'd better see her panties.

"I don't care how you work it out, but I better see them every time, slut!" this said in a sharp whisper. I kissed her neck quickly, let her go, and then simply walked inside and took my place on stage.

We were near the end of the first song before she came in. As she walked across the dance floor to get to her table, she kept her head slightly down, never looking in my direction. when she did sit down, she looked everywhere but at me. I know this because I took a quick glance at her as we started the next song. Her legs were closed.

Now on this second song, the chords are much more challenging, so I had to devote my time and attention to what I was doing for the entire duration of the tune. When we finally got to the end, and everything worked like it should, the crowd thanked us with a big round of applause. Sometimes, I live for just these moments when band and audience have really connected, and have more or less taken a little trip together. 

I looked her way. She was looking at me, but her legs stayed closed. 

Well, I certainly knew how to deal with situations like this. 

Demonmaster Style.

For the next couple of songs, I never looked her way. I sang and played to just the crowd, looking over the prospects. There were more than just a couple of "Hot and Ready" looks coming my way. Just as there were for the bassist, my other guitarist, and the drummer. It looked like all of us could have fun tonight if we so chose. 

Now, one of the faces I had seen out there was Linda, My Darling Linda. This girl was 5 feet and 5 inches of gorgeous. What little extra weight she may have, she carried well. From her big C cup tits, all the way to her "fuck me hard" hips, with just the right amount of booty. She looked like a Blonde Angel, a Prom Queen, and as pure as the driven snow. 

And no one knew just how wrong that assessment could be, better than I.

Linda is pretty much my best friend, my confidant, and the best fuck I'll ever find in this world. The only way I can describe her that makes sense to me is ; As much as I am the Demonmaster, the "Dom from hell", she is just as twisted as I am, only going the other way as in the "submissive from hell".

This girl would have to be on the edge of death before she would ever use a safe word.

I know you're thinking "bullshit". All I can say to that is, you don't know her.

I however DO know her, in ways you could only imagine. The problem is that we are dangerous. Dangerous to each other, and dangerous to anyone that gets caught up in the wave, as in wanting to join us. We can only be "together" in small doses. But, we ALWAYS have each other's back ANYTIME one needs the other, for ANYTHING and EVERYTHING.

Now that you have a good working knowledge of Linda, the next few moments should make sense to you.

I told the crowd, in a fake warning type of voice, "Guys, you better get ready to hold on to your ladies, because Tim is going to sing a couple in a row for us, and you know how much they love his singing. If you aren't holding on to them good and tight, they just might float to the stage and overwhelm "ole" Tim. And then what the hell would we do without Tim thumping on that bass? So guys, grab your girl, hold her tight, and dance with her like you mean it!" The crowd went wild.

Did I mention, I love my job?

As the music begins, I start my "walking in the audience" thing, never once looking at her, and flirting with every female that gave me a second look. I even passed right by her table, grabbed one of her friend's hand, and kissed it like a gentleman, and winked at the other friends, and walked on. Yeah, I missed a couple of notes, but that's how it goes sometimes. 

I finally make my way to the opposite side of the room, working my way closer to my darling Linda. I get to her, and she immediately jumps from her chair, comes to me and lays a lip lock on me. I had turned my guitar down, in anticipation of this, so nothing was heard "out of tune". Tim brought the first song to a close, giving me the opening to break the kiss, and we both applauded with the rest of the audience.

Linda leaned into my ear and said "It looks like you're doing the "ignore" routine, which little fishy are you working?"

She knows me too damn well.

"The heavy one, almost straight across the floor"

"Oh, you mean the one that is staring holes in your back? She's cute, looks like she'd be fun."

The second song had started a few seconds before, giving me cover to spend a couple more moments with Linda. "What is she supposed to be doing?" 

"The panty thing, and she's not cooperating" 

Linda then said "alright, killer, go back to the stage and look at me, I'll show her how it's done." 

I said, "you would have done it anyway."

Funnily enough, she said "You know me too damn well"

I played and flirted my way back up to the stage, just as the song was ending. The crowd of course, showed Tim their appreciation with a standing ovation.

Our lead guitarist was up next, doing his best SRV, and damn sure Rockin' the House! It took merely moments for the dance floor to fill up with people doing the second most primal dance known to man (I really shouldn't have to tell you the first one). 

My "prey" is in there, and she is really laying it on, the guy with her not knowing the reason, and not about to ask. She looks up at me, I simply wink and incline me head toward Linda. When my "prey" looks that way, she sees Linda, with legs slightly parted, and we both have a very good view of her pink panties. Then the song ends.

Linda is really putting on a good show for me, even to the point of touching herself as she speaks to the guy she came with and not caring who saw it. "Prey" girl takes it all in. She turns to me, eyes pleading, but just can't bring herself to do it. 


It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 01



By this point, I'm doing the last couple of songs in this set, which is difficult to do now that my cock is rock hard, and my guitar keeps bouncing off of it.

Linda gets up and weaves her way through the dancers, to my "prey's" table. I see her go behind my lady, lean down and whisper something in her ear. I lost track after that as I'm totally "selling" this last song, as in acting like Angus Young, and Paul Stanley in the same body. The ending is huge, as it always is at the end of our second set, because we try to make each and every gig into a show. 

And now we have reached "Half Time". 

On my way out the back door, Linda intercepts me. She tells me that the lady's name is Mary "And I told her that not obeying you is not going to be good for her self esteem. I figured I'd let her stew on that. Did I do good Sir?" I whispered some sweet "Demon" nothing in her ear that made her shudder (Which I know is her body in the act of cumming), and kissed her cheek as I held her on her feet through her orgasm. She looks into my eyes, with total wonder in her own, as if trying to understand how a simple whisper can do this to her. She remembers to say "Thank You, Sir". And then walks unsteadily back to her date. 

I went outside to my dimly lit corner.

I had only gotten two drags off of my smoke, before Mary was there in front of me. She was pissed, horny, jealous, and ashamed, all mixed up in one big jumbled mess of her mind and shaking body.

I decided to hit all of the high points before she could even speak her first word.

"One, you are pissed because I flirted very hard with your friend." 

"Two, you're horny because in spite of yourself, you can't get over what happened the first time you came out here." 

"Three, you are jealous of my blonde friend, but you don't know why." 

"Four, you're ashamed that even though you chose to disobey me, when you saw my friend do it for me, you realized you had made a mistake, made worse by the fact that Linda pretty much confirmed it for you." 

"And though you won't admit it right now, you found that when she did it, it turned you on."

She had lowered her head by this point, unable to look me in the eyes.

"Tell me I am right, Mary, or turn your cute ass around and go back to your friends!"

"You're right, Damn It!...Of course you're right." 

"Why did you not obey me, Mary?"

"I can't explain it all right now, but I ask you one thing. Please don't call me Mary."

"And why would that be, Mary?"

At this she raised her head, looked straight into my eyes and said "A little more than an hour ago, you made me tell you that I was your slut, and I loved it. Please don't take that away from me"

"Then tell me, Mary"

"I am your slut Sir, I don't know why it feels so good to say that."

Very quickly I grabbed the top of her head by the hair, and pulled her face to within inches of mine. "My slut better learn to end each sentence to me with "Sir", understand Mary!" I hissed.

"Yes Sir, your slut will remember Sir!"

Still holding her in that position, I took my first feel of her for the night, my hand finding the bottom of her blouse, going underneath and straight to her breasts, where I pulled the cup up and over one of her tits, and started rolling one good sized nipple between finger and thumb. 

Just as it hit her brain what was happening, she opened her mouth to gasp, but I kissed her, rough and hard. All the while working that stiff fat nipple into a frenzy. Just as her breath started to turn into a pant, I stopped everything, and pushed her back a step. Before she could catch her breath, I pointed to the top of the table "Get on and sit down bitch, NOW!"

She moved faster than I would have thought she could, and in seconds she was in place as ordered. I stood in front of her, and wasted no time in freeing both tits to the chilly air, and my rough handling of both nipples. "Tell me you like this slut!" 

"I like it Sir" she panted out. I stopped, and just let them hang there. A deep moan escaped her lips.

"You failed to obey me in there, whore..Yes whore, another of the many things you will be to me, and for me."

"Yes Sir, your whore failed you."

"Show them to me now slut, pull up your skirt and show me now!"

"Yes Sir" with her eyes locked onto mine, I heard the faint sound of her skirt rubbing against her legs on the way up. "It's up Sir"

"What is up?" eyes still locked

"Your slut's skirt is up Sir, your whore wants you to look Sir. Please look Sir."

For whatever reason, she had chosen to wear yellow panties that evening, a very, very bright yellow. And they were soaking wet. I could tell that she had a bit of a bush, but not out of control which is just as I like. 

If you're patient, I may show you why.

I could feel the time to get back to the stage coming quickly. I reached down and ran one finger very lightly and very very slowly, bottom to top between her pussy lips. She was shaking so hard now, and moaning the word "more" over and over. I stepped back, looked at her with both tits hanging out, wet panties showing, and legs spread as far apart as she could spread them. I cupped her chin and made her look into my eyes again.

"Hear me well slut, you could have had much more of what you are feeling, but you did not obey me. That is a thing I would never let pass, Mary. So if you wish to see where this could go, I will give you a path to pay for your failure, only one path, so do not fail me again."

"I need to get back to the stage, you will stay here JUST AS YOU ARE, until you hear the first song start, at which point you will put yourself back together and come inside." 

"When the second song starts, you will go the ladies room, take off your pretty yellow undies, and walk out with them visible in your hand. At your table, put them in your purse. I expect to see your friends watch this. 

"Now here is the hard part Mary, I better see that pussy every time I look your way." 

"Every time!"

I left her with a last pinching roll on each nipple, and made my way inside.

For a band that plays smaller places like we do, the third set of the night is (to borrow a crude phrase) "The Money Shot". That ten o'clock set is when you are going to have your highest number of people in the place. The bar sells the most beer and drinks, the dance floor stays packed. The owner is happy. 

Generally it is the most satisfying time of the night for the band as well, because whatever local following you have is now in full force, and they make the band feel like royalty. So we make sure our third set is packed with our best and tightest songs, and I, your humble front man, becomes the "Show man", with hair flying and doing the turkey neck thing with my head. 

Just setting the scene, ladies and gentlemen. Now we return you back to your regularly scheduled dirty story.

The first song hits, and Mary comes in a minute later. Even with all of the bodies now packing the dance floor, it was very easy to see that her nipples were hard as rocks and poking her shirt.

I look to Linda (who knows this bit very well), and she nods and winks, which means she is verifying that Mary had stayed just as I left her, until the first song started and she then pulled herself together. 

I blow Linda a kiss, which to her means "good girl". She lowers her head to hide her blushing.

I look quickly to Mary's table in time to see her twitching in her chair and looking at me. Why, one would think she had an itch in an inconvenient place that needed "scratching". 

I winked at her just as we were bringing the first song to a close, and I declare she fidgeted even more.

But seriously, now was "do or die" time for her.

The second song kicks off.

I see her working it over in her head, until she finally sets her shoulders and gets up and goes to the ladies room, which happens to be at the front of the place. She was going to have to carry those panties in her hand a long way back to her table.

The second song ends and we jump immediately into the next one, so as not to lose the dancers already on the floor.

She soon shows up, panties plainly in her hand, and quickly puts them in her purse. Her friends are again all a twitter, asking her questions and looking up at me , then back to her.

And though they are clearly pointed at me, her knees do not part. Her face looks as if she is about to cut and run.

All the while the set is moving along, and I finally find enough room so that I could get down among the dancers and play in and around them. I do not forget to give the tables some "love" too. If I had a dollar for every time my ass was squeezed, or someone was brave enough to actually rub my cock, I would have enough money to buy a round for the house. But of course, I loved it and made sure to hit every spot in the room. 

Of course Linda made sure everyone knew where her hands were stroking. Even my guitar couldn't hide that fact. I gave her a look that said "You will pay for that". She looked right back at me and mouthed "I better" 

God, I love that woman.

I finally made it over to the other side, where Mary's table was. A couple of songs had already gone by. I would need to hit the stage soon, but still took the time to flirt with each lady at each table (except of course if she had a Gorilla with her). At Mary's table, we made eye contact. I have this thing where I can do the "Spock eye brow perfectly" which is really asking a question without speaking. She had the "deer in the headlights" look. 

I just turned and headed for the stage to sing the next song. I looked at her, giving her one more chance. I could see her knees trembling , like she was mentally trying to force them open, but whatever was in her head wouldn't allow it. She just slumped in her chair looking like she was about to cry. 

I just started singing to the other side of the room. We jumped right into another "screamer" and I just take the song and wring it dry, giving it everything I had, just to push my inner anger back down. To the crowd, I'm the guy getting into the song, and they love me for it. But no one knows that this is how I bury my negative feelings. By beating it back down and hiding it, through my playing and singing, allows me to always seem to be in control in most other situations.

As the set ends, I've given everything. And the crowd, the people that really love my little band, give me back nothing but good positive feelings. 

Somehow it always works.

As I am putting my guitar in it's stand, to be ready for the next set, when one of the servers gets my attention. She points to Mary's table, and tells me the brown haired girl sitting there has bought me a coke (I don't do alcohol) but I have to go over to her table to get it. I look over, and there is only one woman sitting there. Obviously Mary and her friends have taken off.

Somehow, I wasn't surprised

What DID surprise me, was the way she uncrossed her very tanned legs to show me a nice view of her white panties, as I approached her table. 

I took in the sight and then looked up at her. Except for the brown hair, she could have been Linda's mother, they looked that much alike.

I got to her table and sat down. I said not one word, as I watched her re cross her legs, giving me even a wider view of her panties, before they were completely crossed. The effect being that even at this angle they were still very visible.

I finally picked up the Coke, nodded my thanks, and drank half of it in one swallow. 

I then simply asked "why?"

she was smart enough to know I wasn't talking about the soda. "I am doing this for Mary"

OK, Didn't see that coming. Again "Why?" 

"I don't want her to miss out on a good thing. I understand what you are, and she needs that. I dabbled in it myself in my younger days, and I know that I came out a stronger woman on the other side of it than I had been going into it. She needs that in her life at this point. We have been friends since high school, and I have never seen her feel so "not wanted or loved" than she has been feeling these last few months. It is her story to tell, so I'll stop there. I will tell you this much, she has had a very strong crush on you for a couple of months now, and before you ask, yes we are fans and follow the band wherever you guys play"

"Okay, just exactly what is it you are doing for Mary...Miss or Mrs..?"

"It's Mrs., but don't hold that against me. Just call me Kat please."

"Don't make me repeat the question, Katherine."

"Ahh, right the first time, and I know I've just given you another bullet. You are one intense dude, do you know that? Whether on the stage or just walking through the room, you are fucking intense."

I stood as if to walk away 

"Please sit down, I'm begging you" 

I reclaimed my seat and said in a very controlled tone, "Begging is always good, so you get one last chance. When I ask a question, I expect an answer." 

Her answer was very unexpected; "I want you to let me stand in for Mary for the rest of the night, I will be her proxy so to speak. If I do what you had planned for her, I hope you will give her another chance."

In spite of myself, I just had to give a slight grin at this. I countered with "You do understand that Mary has failed me twice tonight, Don't you Katherine"?

"Yes, I understand that, and I know that at least one punishment is going be given to me, because she failed you the first time. I also understand that the second failure had been her chance to pay for the first, yet she wasted that chance as well."

"Very good, Katherine. Now tell me why two punishments would not be administered for two failures?"

She looked in my eyes, and said "Because, in this set, I'm going to do what she was supposed to do in the last one, and if I AM allowed to be her "stand in", I hope it would cancel out the second failure."

"And if I say it doesn't cancel it out, and two punishments are still due, what would you do? And before you answer Katherine, I want you to remember to call me "Sir", understood?"

"Yes Sir, I understand. I would answer your question this way, Sir, If you deem two failures to be paid, I would still stand in her place, AND still do as I said I would in the next set, because Mary is that important to me Sir."

"I am impressed, Katherine. I accept your terms. Do you know what Mary was supposed to do?"

"Yes Sir, She told me. I was proud that she went as far as she did, Sir. If I may be so bold for a moment Sir, I want you to know I almost came when you kissed my hand. I know you were trying to get to Mary, by flirting with me during that song, But I would like to let you know, I was hooked from that point, Sir"

"Very well, Katherine. One change from Mary's earlier task, You WILL NOT go to the ladies room to take them off, you will do it here at the table. At the start of the second song"

Her eyes got big, as now she was really wondering if she could do this or not.

"Now that you have placed yourself in this position, I warn you, It will not be good for you, or Mary if you fail me, Katherine. Would you like to see a demonstration of one who has learned NOT to fail me?

"Yes Sir" she said in a very low whisper

"You've noticed my young blonde friend. She is on a date, but no matter. Tell me when she looks at me" I held up one finger.

"She is looking very intently at your finger Sir"

"Good, watch closely." I snapped my fingers.

Her eyes were suddenly wide open, and her hand went to her mouth "Oh My God!!"

"Tell me, Katherine"

"Sir, my God Sir, she took her panties off so fast that if I had not been watching, I wouldn't have even seen her do it!"

"What is she doing now?"

"Sir, she is smiling at me, and sitting there with her pussy barely covered by her skirt, but anyone could get a very clear view from the right angle Sir"

"Remember that Katherine." 

I stood and headed for the stage. My band mates were just grinning and shaking their heads, they were used to my antics by now.

"Alright my brothers, last set, let's bring this bitch home in style!"

The first song was a little longer than average, But I am sure it went by very quickly for Katherine.

I should explain here why I use the full name when speaking to her. By calling her Katherine, I stir up old memories and feelings of the last person who called her so, and with authority. That person more times than not, would have been her father, or father figure. So though she doesn't actually realize it, each time it is used it subconsciously puts her on the "submissive" side of the conversation, as she would be when Daddy called her that. And, no that is not meant as if in a sexual situation, just simply submissive to Authority. Yet when one is an adult, it does become a very seductive thing to the submissive.

I'm not Sigmund enough to explain it better that, and as always, your mileage may vary.

I am the singer for the second song, which puts me in position to watch every move she makes.

At the first note of the song, she looks up at me, gives the hint of a smile, and slowly starts to pull them down. I think she thought that if she did it slowly, no one would notice. Bad choice. Of the 20 or so couples still there, she drew the attention of at least a few of the ladies.

She didn't realize this, because she had her eyes locked with mine until she had them completely off. I pointed to them, and then the table. This told her where I wanted her to put them, and she did so. When she opened her legs to show me her pussy, I damn near forgot the words I was supposed to be singing. Her arousal was very visible, swollen labia, The clit at this angle wouldn't have enough light to be visible, but the lights DID show in very shiny ways just how wet she was.

Though no one could see what I could, the one's that had watched her understood what she had done. As the song ended, most of the ladies stood up to applaude. They were not clapping for me so much, as they were clapping for her. She blushed so hard, I would swear she was glowing.

After that she became very popular with the girls, who were not shy about asking her to dance. She even did a few slow dances with a couple of ladies, which I assume was so that they could pump her for information. I say that, because every other minute or so, I would either get a very sexy suggestive look from her dance partner, or a look of disgust, if you know what I mean.

The way some women act these days, it seems to some of us men, that we are wrong for ACTING like men. 

Don't even get me started. 

When Katherine WAS at the table, she did as agreed. It did seem to me that every time I was able to look, she was even more wet. The look on her face was one I have seen from all of my subs through the years. That look said "I need to cum, and I need to cum NOW!"

I am very big on orgasm denial. 

Hey, I did tell you that I was a sadistic bastard, did I not?

So here we were, last song of the evening. This song is always a special thing, as it puts the exclamation point on the night. Our fans know it, and many stick around to see it, as it never seems to go the same way twice. It starts as a very hard tune, with some very sexually suggestive lyrics, sung by yours truly. 

Then it breaks down into a middle section that has a very sexy bass line that repeats over and over. The drums seem to carry a light beat that suggests the rhythm of a nice heated sexual coupling. I use this song to give everyone in the band their own solo spot, but the drums never stop, only picking up for the drummer's spot, then back into that sultry groove.

At MY solo spot, this is my last time of the evening to get off the stage and down with the people, walking and playing some easy lead guitar licks. I mostly take a quick trip through the tables, only stopping if there is a lady that wants to grind to the beat a little. This gets a bit of applause each time, and then I move on. 




It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 01



When I got to where I could see the other side of the dance floor, I see Linda and Katherine, slowly grinding each other with the beat. 

I work to that side of the dance floor, and get to my "ladies". They sandwich me between them and keep grinding. Linda knew what she was doing, while Katherine was unsure of the boundaries, so just followed Linda's lead. 

It was time for me to get back to the stage to bring the song to an end. I backed out from between them, got my guitar clear, and just as I did, Linda hung her pink panties on one of my tuning pegs. She looked at her dance partner and nodded, and Katherine then hung her white panties next to Linda's. All I could manage at that point was a goofy grin, because no "Demon" stare was going to help here. And Linda already knew she was in trouble.

I nodded to my two "ladies", and stepped up onto the stage. When the panties hanging off of my guitar caught the attention of the crowd, this caused a great amount of clapping and wolf whistling.

Stepping up to the mic, I did the low throated lines that would end with a scream that would bring the song back to a full roar, leading quickly to the ending. We stretched it out with a couple of false endings, before I gave one big scream into the mic, and the song ended with my guitar coming down as the cue.

I quickly let the crowd know who we were individually, that we would be back the next evening (which was Sunday), and that I would also see them here Tuesday on DJ night.

The owner came out of the back, seemingly very happy. He told us the crowd was bigger than usual, and the beer...etc had sold in good numbers tonight. He gave me the envelope with the pay off (always in cash) and said he had given us a bonus for the night.

We all said our thanks, he just said "You earned it" and walked off. 

I split the money and the bonus evenly. This being Saturday, and we would be back tomorrow, so we could just leave our equipment. Everyone went their separate ways.

I however turned to THE table, where two naughty girls waited for judgement.

I gave a low throated evil chuckle

Damn, It's good to be THE DEMON.

Linda had been smart enough to tell Katherine, to show everything she had to show, because now was NOT the time to be timid. I smiled as I took in the sight of two wet pussies stretched open as far they could get them.

I let them sit that way for a full two minutes. Linda was smiling and squirming in her seat, because she knew how much trouble she was in, and could barely wait. Katherine, on the other hand really had no idea how things were to progress from this point, so her mind was racing through all of the possible scenarios.

I gave them the full measure of the two minutes. Then I put my finger in the air, and quickly pointed to the floor in front of me.

In a flurry of movement, Linda had grabbed Katherine's hand and started moving quickly toward me, leaving Katherine no choice but to follow her, or be dragged.

As they reached me, Linda immediately fell to her knees, again bringing Katherine down with her.

Linda reached out to touch the obvious bulge in my jeans, and I slapped her hand away.

She whimpered and pouted, and started to beg, while her "partner in crime" just looked up into my eyes.

I grabbed Linda's hair, and pulled her head back with it, and in an even but menacing tone I said "You have not even gotten close to being allowed to touch me, have you whore?"

She whimpered out a "No Sir, but I beg you Sir please let me please you."

I then grabbed Katherine's hair in my other hand, and held her head back the same as Linda's " And you, Katherine, my little cunt, are you still willing to accept what you have coming? This is your absolute last chance to get both you AND Mary out of this. Of course neither of you would be allowed to approach me again, other than as friends of the band."

Though she blinked hard at the word "cunt", She said "I told you before Sir, I would do what I said I would, so that you would not drop Mary, Sir"

"Something tells me Katherine, that this isn't just about Mary anymore, is it?"

"No Sir, you would be right. I did not expect to feel this way, but God, it has been so long since I HAVE felt this way, I think I need this too."

"You "think", Katherine?"

"No Sir, I know. I am yours, all yours"

"You are my what, Katherine?"

"Your slave Sir, your whore Sir"

"Yes, but not good enough Katherine. You know the answer."

"Cunt Sir, I am your cunt. I hate that word Sir, But I am your cunt Sir"

I let go of their hair, and said "Now get your asses outside, the drunks at the bar have gotten enough jollys to last them awhile."

They followed me through the door, to the back area that I have retreated to all evening. 

once in the dimly lit area, Linda pulled Katherine and herself back to their knees in the softer grass.

At this point, I noticed that Linda's date had joined us outside, though giving us a little distance by leaning back on the top of the table a few feet away. I can only imagine what he thought of everything that he had seen tonight. I noticed he was dressed as a biker, long hair with the obligatory bandana. A little over 6 feet, no excess fat, but arms that showed he could hold his own in a fight.

The thing that really caught my attention, was that even though he had a "cut", he wasn't "patched", leaving me to assume that he was a Freelancer. That was good, as they are not so apt to want to fight over every little thing. He had seen his date do everything but fuck so far tonight, yet he was keeping his cool. 

That spoke well of Linda's taste.

"Linda"

"Yes Sir?"

"Go get "Baby Girl", and treat her gentle, she worked hard tonight"

"Yes Sir" She headed out quickly, as she knew she was dealing with the "Demon" now.

I looked at Katherine, who had a look of confusion on her face. 

"On your feet Cunt, NOW!" She rose and quickly came over to the place where I pointed to the ground. She was learning quickly.

She started to go back to her knees, I barked "Stand Cunt!"

She stood in the spot, noticing that it was directly underneath the dim light, effectively making her the center of attention.

I stood in front of her "Mine?" I demanded.

"Yes Sir, yours, all of it."

"Good girl, put your hands behind your back...now spread your feet"

"Very good, Katherine, but here is the hard part, DO NOT MOVE from this position no matter what! Do you understand, cunt?"

"Yes Sir"

By this time, Linda was standing next to me with my guitar case in hand. I took it, nodded thanks to her and walked the 50 or so feet to my SUV to put her away. As I said, we can leave the heavy stuff over night, but "Baby Girl" ALWAYS goes home with me. If you are a guitarist, you understand.

I also knew that by walking away, I gave Linda a little more rope to hang her silly ass by, and she never learns. (or doesn't want to, which I think is more likely).

The result of which, being that when my little tableau came back into sight, Linda was on her knees between Katherine's legs , licking and sucking on her pussy like a cat with fresh cream.

I stopped by Linda's date, and watched as it played out.

Katherine's eyes were closed, and I could see her shaking. I knew the exact moment her orgasm hit. Her mouth tightened, as her face flushed. Her legs were barely holding her up now, they were trembling so hard. A long moan escaped her lips, steadily rising higher and more shrill. It was almost as if she had been hit by a truck, her whole body rolling with the impact, yet being able to maintain her posture.

Linda was moaning almost as loud as Katherine, but she made sure to stay there and take every thing that sweet pussy could give her. I saw that she actually had to swallow, telling me that Katherine was a "squirter". I heard Linda tell her not to fall, but she herself had to act quickly to steady Katherine.

As the two finally began to calm down, Linda continued to lick slowly.

She had learned all of her lessons from the Demon well, which is why she also knew she had broken a cardinal rule, but at this point she could not care.

I was also sure that she knew I was watching, but pretended she didn't. As I said before, I and this 25 year old blonde Goddess knew each other very well, maybe too well.

As they calmed down, I looked at the "date". He seemed very impressed with what he had just witnessed. I knew however, that he was not going to like what happened next...at least not in the beginning.

I knew It was a lost cause, but I whispered to him as I started to move "Just try to stay cool, man."

"Linda!" The two girls jumped as if a shot had been fired. Katherine's eyes got very big, full of fear, she was frozen in place.

Linda knew that "Hell" was coming for her. Instead of cowering, she stood up straight and smiled...I told you she was a crazy bitch, didn't I? This was what she had worked for all night.

As I got to Katherine, I shoved Linda to the side. I hissed to Katherine, "Did you cum, cunt?"

"Yes Sir" she panted.

Turning sharply to Linda, I practically yelled at her face "Did you tell the cunt the rules bitch!"

"No Sir" 

"Tell her rule #1 NOW!" with this I grabbed Linda's hair, and pulled her face to within inches of Katherine's

This time I growled "Tell her!" (Linda loves that voice, she can almost cum just by hearing it).

She kept it together though, and said to Katherine "Rule #1 is The slave or submissive will never cum without permission from the Demon, and ONLY the Demon! Breaking this rule shows a total lack of respect for The Master, and will be SEVERELY punished."

Katherine's face had gone through several facets of emotion as Linda recited this, as she got to the end, the cunt's face showed naked fear.

"Did she tell you this, before she went down on you, Katherine?"

"No Sir...the last thing that was said to me was by you, when you put me in place and told me to stay as you had put me, Sir. The cunt begs forgivness Sir"

"You've done nothing to need forgivness for, cunt...yet."

"Linda will bear your punishment on this, as she knew better...And I'll tell you more, she wanted it this way. Didn't you whore?" I shook her by the hair I still had in my hand.

"Yes Sir."

With the growl that she loves so much I told her "Get over there to that table, and assume the position."

With that I roughly shoved her away by her hair. She ran over to the picnic table, leaned her body over the seat, and put her hands on the table top.

I walked over behind her, roughly pulled her little jean skirt up to show her bare ass.

The only thing I said was "Count them whore", As my hand came down with a sharp flat slap on her ass, leaving a very red mark. 

"1 Sir, thank you Sir!"

Just as I drew back for the next one, the "Date" fucked up big time.

"Hey! what the fuck do you think you're doing, asshole?"

As they say in the cartoons "Rut Roh"

I'm sure that most of you have heard or at least have seen the bumper sticker with the saying; "0 to Bitch in 60 seconds", right?

Well, I have a new one for you; "0 to "claw your eyes out and cut off your nuts and feed them to you" Scary Bitch in 5 seconds flat!"

That, my friends was my pretty little Linda (who, mind you was about to be on the receiving end of one of the worst "Spankings" I had ever given her).

She turned on Mr "Date" like a feral animal "Hold it right there you Fucker!"

"There is a lot of fucking shit you don't know about me, and this is one of them!"

"This man is my Lord and Master! He owns me, body, heart, mind, and soul!"

"The problem is that we can't be together, as in a relationship. It's complicated, so don't even ask me to explain it."

"Now before I go any further, I want you to know Daryl, that I like you...I like you a lot. We've been dating what, a month now? In all that time you have been the perfect gentleman. You haven't even tried to touch my tits let alone anything else. I respect that. It made me feel very good, because I don't get that often."

"So, I tried to act like The "Lady" that deserved a guy like you, but I'll let you know right here and now, that from our first date, I've wanted nothing more than to fuck your brains out so hard that we both ended up on the moon!"

"Does that shock you Daryl?...Well it's the truth, believe it "Big Man". Yeah I said it; "Big Man". I've felt that Monster on me when we have had those hot kisses to say goodnight."

"Now I knew we were coming here tonight, to see him play. I also knew it would make me hotter than hell, and I wasn't going to be able to fight it, so tonight was going to be your "Moon shot", As in; tonight we were going fuck each other silly, and take this thing to another level."

"What I hadn't counted on, was that he was going on the prowl tonight. So, I was double whammied as far as horniness goes. Plus, I know in situations like tonight, I am my Master's "Wing man". It's nothing I was ever told to do, it's just WHAT I do."

"And then, I saw that the way things were panning out, My Demon was going to be VERY frustrated, and I wanted some of THAT ACTION, because I knew it was going to a hard painful night for somebody. I was determined to make sure that "somebody" was going to be me! That's why you saw me do all of the wild shit I've done so far tonight."

"This man is the love of my life, my soul mate, My DEMONMASTER! His will is my will, my submission, my drug, my addiction."

"Now you know, Daryl. So if you want to leave my crazy ass now, I understand."

"But, if you stick around, I promise you, I'll make you forget every other woman you have ever fucked, before this night is over."

"I want you in my life, Baby. You are good to me and for me. So you need to decide, stay here with me, let whatever happens, happen, or go and find someone who isn't a crazy bitch like me." 

"Now, if you decide you want to stick around, I need to give you one warning."

"If my Demon needs me for ANYTHING, and you try to get between us, I'll run over you, your mother, and my own mother to get to him. Trust me, I mean Every. Single. Word."

She stopped to finally take a breath, so I decided to step in and try to lighten the mood "Daryl, I haven't seen her have to run anybody over in at least 6 months, so let's try to keep the streak going, huh?" 

That got me a wry grin, but he "got it". 

He just walked over and leaned back on the table where he had been. He looked at her, then me, and simply said "Ok, so show me."

"Go get my black gym bag out of my truck, you little slut."

"Wait!" I growled, as she took off almost immediately. She came back very meekly, wondering, I'm sure, if she had somehow gotten into more trouble.

"Daryl, if I may impose on you for a minute? I need you to walk back there with her. It's pitch black where my truck is, and this isn't exactly that good of an area, so I need you to watch over her. Ask her no questions, and do not touch her. I can't order you to do or not do anything, so I'm asking you to follow my wishes."

He just nodded, and made a " let's go" gesture to her. She took off just as fast as she had started to do before.

I turned and looked at Katherine and said "Don't worry my little cunt, I haven't forgotten you."

I walked up to the still open backdoor of the place, and smiled when I saw a good friend behind the bar. 

"Hey Deb!"

Yeah, Rock Star, whatcha need?" She always calls me that. Someday I might have to teach her better. 

"I'm going to go ahead and close this door, can you send someone over to lock it?"

"Ok babe, try not to hurt 'em too bad" she said this last part with a laugh.

"One day, Deb, One day." I growled with a smile.

"In your dreams, Rock Star, in your dreams."

As I stood looking at Katherine, I heard the "Click" of the lock, And then heard the pattering feet of Linda coming back. 

She fell to her knees in front of me, head down, holding the bag up in her hands.

"Look at me whore!" I saw something in her eyes, like a secret she was afraid of.

I looked questioningly over at Daryl, now back in his spot. " You should have told HER the rules you told me. Don't worry though, I held her off, everything's cool."

I snatched the bag out of her trembling hands, and batted her arms down. With her hair in my hand once again, I said "She knows the rules, Daryl, that's the problem. She has directly defied me twice tonight so far, and I would hope you'd understand that things are about to get a lot more rough for her now." 

I heard her moan with lust, long and deep at this. She had gotten things to just where she wanted them.

Daryl nodded, then looked first at her, then at me, eyes asking a silent question.

He had heard her moan as well.

"Linda, my sweet little slave here is what is called a "pain slut". She lives for it. She needs it as much as she needs breath, and no, I'm not kidding. She can only cum when she has reached a certain level of pain. I'm not talking about little regular orgasms, she can have those almost constantly, if she has permission."

"What I'm talking about are "mind blowing, knock the earth off of it's axis" kind of orgasms, that she can only reach through extreme pain."

"I've never found her limit, and I've tried , believe me, man, I have tried hard. Just one of the reasons we can't be together in a relationship. I'm not willing to risk her "well being" to go any further to find it." 

"But, I know me, over an extended amount of time of being together, I just might find the will to push the boundaries too far, and decide, "fuck her "well being". I just can't allow that to happen. She means too much to me." 

"But pain, especially the promise of extreme pain, is worth more than diamonds to her. If you felt her pussy right now, you could grease your bike with it. Surely you can smell her, even from over there?"

He looked a bit shaken, but he just nodded. 

Linda just might have a "keeper" here.

I opened the black bag, and took out a pair of pantyhose, still in the package. I opened the package, took them out. I reached back into the bag, got my pair of scissors, and proceeded to cut each leg from the panty area.

I use these for tying up little slaves. Now before you scoff, let me explain, that I learned a long time ago that I hate using rope. You see, rope leaves burns on wrists and ankles, and sometimes it is just too uncomfortable for the sub. 

"So what?" you might ask

Well, nothing sucks more than a sub/slave using a safe word in the middle of things, because the fucking rope is killing her. A real mood killer, let me tell you. Plus, I'm not a Bondage guy. I don't go in for all that "Gordian Knot" shit, with the girl tied in ways and contortions that no human should be able to be in. I don't go in for the head to toe leather crap either. If you need all that shit to properly get off, you are in it for the show, not the Dom/sub thing. 

Of course, I mean no offense, to each their own, you know? 

No hate mail please, it's just personal opinion.

I am the DEMONMASTER, yes, but my kink is total control through humiliation, and pain, and taking no disobedience. The slightest infraction, will be paid for in one way or another. There's more, but you get the idea.

Oh, and of course public shaming. That's what the whole skirt/panty/no panty thing was about, in case you missed it.

I consider myself, what I call a "Blue Collar Dom", as in nothing fancy, and just enough to get the task at hand to the proper conclusion.

That is where things like the hose come in. They can be tied so that even a gorilla couldn't pull them apart. They leave much less, if any, evidence that they had been used. And, in my experience, it just does something mentally to female subs, that they are tied up with something they wear often, have so much faith in, and is now an "ally" of their Dom/Tormenter.




It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 01



There is an extra bit of humiliation, and shame if you are using the one's she had been wearing, and that you had slowly cut off of her, or even better, made her surrender them to you, to use as described above. It is as if they had somehow betrayed her.

Mind Fucks are the best.

I know it seems like it has been hours since we all walked out of the back door. 

That is due to my "long winded" explanations. I thought that since this IS supposed to be an introduction to The DEMONMASTER, It would require a more full picture of what I am, what I do, and why I do it.

In reality, only about 20 minutes has passed and it is time to get this little session on track.

Time for the "Demon" to come out and play.

I pulled Linda up by her hair, and yes, she really was picked up to her feet by her hair, no help from her. She loves this kind of thing.

I let her go, and told her to get "them" out of the bag. She very quickly reached into the bag, and pulled out 4 clothes pins, and with her head still bowed, gave them to me.

I very slowly and deliberately put them one by one on the table top, in full view of Katherine. It gave her something to think about.

"What are you Linda?"

"I am your slut, your cunt, your little whore, Sir."

"Do you wish to remain so, Linda?"

She moaned out a deep "Yes Sir"

"I didn't hear you, Linda"

"Yes Sir!, yes Sir! YES SIR!, please, please keep me Sir, please!"

"Strip Linda" 

5 seconds, maybe less, she was totally nude. 

"Pick up two, Linda, put them where they belong."

With a low whimper she picked up two of the pins, and quickly put one on each of her rock hard nipples.

"You like that, Linda?"

"OH God!... Yes Sir!"

"Do the other two, and slowly slave, very slowly."

I looked to see the widened eyes of Daryl, and then at the half lust, half fear on Katherine's face, as Linda put a pin on each of her pussy lips.

If she had her way, she would have put them on faster, to get to the pain quicker. But, making her do it slower was almost torture to her. Remember what I have said about her and pain.

"Turn around, give me your hands, whore!"

I then tightly tied her hands behind her, with the hose. I slapped her lightly on the ass, and told her to get into position. She whimpered and moved back into "spanking position", only this time, as she leaned on the table, the pins on her tits bit harder, as did the pins on her pussy, as the position put her where she had to close her legs to stay on her feet, since her hands were tied.

I then walked over to one scared looking little sub

"What are you, Katherine?"

"Yours Sir, your cunt, Sir"

"Then give me a safe word, cunt!"

She was startled that I had raised my voice to a more demanding tone. "The only safe word I ever had, Sir, was "OMNI", Sir. It was given to me by the Dom I had in my 20's that I told you about earlier, Sir."

"OMNI, it is then. Use it ONLY if you absolutely need to, Katherine. As you are out here to not only pay for Mary's defiance, but to see if you, yourself can be one of mine. If you use it at anytime, everything for you will stop instantly, you will be set free." 

"From that point, you and Mary will only be able to approach me as fans of the band, and MAYBE as friends down the road."

"I'm not here to impress you cunt, you are here to impress me, remember that. I will promise you though, that since this is basically an audition for you, I will be easier on you than I normally would. But, "easier" can still be bad enough."

"Yes, Sir. The cunt understands Sir. I will not fail you."

"Good enough. Strip cunt!"

It took her a bit longer than Linda, but not by much. She may be in her mid 40's, but she had the body of one much younger. And she was gorgeous, from her C-cup breasts, to the nicely trimmed bush, that I had seen from a few feet away earlier. I think I also said that her tan was very alluring. Well it was even better with no bikini lines. She was a tanned Goddess, much like Linda. Only the afore mentioned hair color, was different.

Once she was back in place, I bent slightly, and slowly blew on her left nipple. Now, she was the one moaning. It turned into a whimper as I treated the right one the same way. Her nipples could cut glass now, and I could smell her arousal. 

I remind you, I never touched her nipples, only blew on them.

With an evil glint, I told her "Take off my belt, cunt"

She hesitated slightly, but did as I demanded. I took the belt and draped it around her neck, so that it lay on her chest, with the front end tapping one breast, and the buckle tapping the other. Every breath she took, caused them to really bounce on her nipples.

She was moaning and whimpering almost as much as Linda was still doing.

"Whatever you do, cunt, DO NOT CUM!"

"Yes Sir, the cunt understands Sir."

I took her hair in my hands, (yes, I love pulling subs around by their hair, sue me) and pulled her to where Linda was, and yanked her down to her knees, off to the right of Linda's ass.

"Stay there, cunt."

"Yes Sir."

I looked over at Daryl "Try and stay cool, man, this is where it gets real." 

I got a quick nod in response.

I think he was really starting to enjoy the "sights", if not the show.

I made Katherine hand me the belt from around her neck. The look on her face said she was sorry to have to let it go. I quickly reached and pinched and rolled each one of her nipples. I was NOT gentle.

Over her gasping, I said "That should hold you for a bit."

I lightly slapped Linda's ass with the belt. She damn near jumped out of her skin.

She started shaking harder, as I slowly rubbed the belt all over her bottom. She started to sweat with anticipation, making her skin seem to glow with a sexy sheen.

"You know why you are here , whore?"

"Yes Sir" 

"I'll let you make one choice, whore. Do you want to do the count, or should we make our new little pet here do the count? After all, she is a big part of why you will receive this "whipping", Linda."

"I want her to do it, Sir"

I turned to Katherine " You will make the count, cunt. If you miss one, or get confused, we restart at 1. Tell her how the count goes, Linda."

I lightly slapped her ass again "1 Sir, thank you Sir"

"You got it, cunt?"

"Yes Sir"

"Good. While you watch this, keep in mind that if you break rule #1 again, this will be you."

I instantly brought the belt down on Linda's ass. It sounded like a rifle shot, and the angry red welt on her skin told the tale.

"1 Sir, thank you Sir"

Whack! I was not holding back much, So Linda was getting all she could handle. Or so I thought.

"2 Sir, thank you Sir" We all heard Linda moan above this, "Harder, Sir, Please Sir harder"

In a very evil tone, I said "As you wish, my love..." Now I swung for the fences, so to speak.

Katherine almost lost the count by the time we got to 6, she couldn't stop looking at how tore up Linda's ass was getting.

I took it all the way to 10. Linda was shaking, and moaning, almost screaming, Katherine started to look concerned, and afraid for Linda.

I said "You think she is doing that in agony, and nothing else, cunt?"

"Yes Sir" very quietly and apprehensive.

"Watch and learn cunt. Cum whore!" 

Linda could not keep her self on the table, as she actually fell into the dirt, convulsing from the orgasm she was in the throes of for at least 30 seconds. She finally settled down into a quivering mass in the fetal position.

All we could hear at that point was her moaning over and over "Thank you Sir, thank you Sir..." 

I waited for her to calm down completely, then ordered Katherine to help her get back in position.

"What do you think that was, cunt?"

"But, she couldn't have, could she Sir?"

"Oh fucking yes she could, and she fucking did." This from Linda herself.

"Feel between her thighs cunt, do not hesitate, DO IT!"

"Oh my God, she is so wet, it only could have been an orgasm, Sir" She had a look of wonder on her face.

"Look at the dirt where she was, Katherine."

We both could see what looked like a large wet spot in the dirt that looked more like mud. Even Daryl walked over to see this. "wow" I heard him say under his breath. Then he got a glimpse of her whipped bottom, and he kind of went pale. He quickly returned to his spot.

"If truth be told, I'd bet that she isn't the only one with a wet pussy" I said as I quickly reached down and ran my hand back and forth, on Katherine's cunt. She instantly started to react.

I stopped fairly quickly, and with a tug on her trimmed bush, I told her "careful now, cunt. You cum again without permission tonight, and you will be where she is. You know the rule now."

"Yes Sir" She had a good view of Linda's bottom, and she wanted nothing like that.

Her ass almost looked like lines on a map. Big red angry lines, with a couple of them slightly bleeding.

I looked over to Daryl "there is a hand towel in that bag, wrapped around a water bottle. Would you kindly toss them to me?"

When I had them in my hand, I poured a little water on the towel, and wiped as much of the dirt and mud off of her, as I felt necessary.

"Now cunt, since she sucked your pussy, and let you cum in her mouth. Oh Yes, I saw her have to swallow, you little squirter, you. At any rate, I think the least you could do is kiss her boo-boos to make her feel a little better, hmmmmm?"

She hesitated. "So will this be the end the night for you, Katherine? Failing both Mary, and yourself?"

"No Sir" And she instantly went to work licking and kissing all of the welts, licking up the little bits of blood. And then, very tenderly kissing and licking the whole ass again.

Linda loved the attention, and was genuinely thankful and pleased. 

But, leave it to Linda TO BE Linda "You did say Sir, that she would be a pet to both of us if she "passed" tonight Sir?"

"Yes, my love, I did say that. And her friend Mary too, if all goes well."

"Oh Goody Sir! Thank you, Sir!" 

You couldn't be blamed for not believing that a girl, with a hurting ass, and back into a position where her chest was flat on a hard table top, with the pins on her nipples being squeezed on the table, therefore causing her nipples complete agony, would be able to sound that happy at the prospect that she could have a couple of new pets to play with.

No, you couldn't be blamed for not believing that.

But, you would be wrong.

Very wrong.

Time for the Main Event...Finally!

Just one more little detail first.

I went over to Katherine, put the belt back around her neck, then reached down and pulled up on her bush.

Again, I was NOT gentle.

She got the idea and got to her legs as fast as she could. 

Still holding her pussy hair, I hissed "Follow me, cunt!" Then I proceeded to lead her by the bush over to her starting point, and held on, slightly pulling until she put herself in the exact position she had started out in, when we first came out.

"I like having something down there to pull on, cunt. Don't shave it. you may keep it trimmed, but I want it grown out a little more and trimmed at that length. Of course that is only if I decide to keep you, and you decide to stay. If you DO stay, know this; every bit of your gorgeous body belongs to me, you do nothing with it that I don't approve. Understand, Cunt?"

"Yes Sir" kind of shaky in the voice there, but I decided to let it go, for now.

"Good Girl" This got me a very nervous smile. As you can well imagine, she was trying to process everything that had happened so far. 

She had no idea.

I had retrieved the other leg of hose from the table, just before the whole pussy hair pulling had started. I now pulled it out of my pants pocket. 

"Turn around, Katherine." 

I saw that she had already put her hands together (points for her). I tied her as I had tied Linda earlier. I then turned her back around by her shoulders, and lifted the belt again from around her neck.

"No, not you, at least not tonight." I assured her, as I had seen the almost panic in her face and eyes.

I stepped around behind her, placed the belt between her wrists and then put the leading end through the buckle, and pulled tight.

Back in front of her, I reached between her legs, "accidentally" rubbing the full length of my arm on her pussy as I reached through to get the hanging part of the belt. My arm kept contact with her sex all the way as I withdrew it with the belt.

She was moaning, and my arm glistened with her juices.

"Easy cunt, easy. It WILL be you if you cum. You DO NOT have permission. Pretty rotten of me hmmm? Deal with it!"

I stood and brought the end of the belt with me. I made sure that it was placed perfectly between her labia, and pulled it tight, making sure that there was constant contact with her clit. then I pulled the slack up until it was even tighter.

I held the end in my hand up to her face and explained. "In a minute, I am going to put just enough slack in this that you could fuck yourself completely over, and you are going to bite down on it. We are going to do some more things with Linda over there. You will stand here and watch, always holding this in your mouth."

"Let me explain the stakes to you."losing" for you tonight, means you fail. No more playing, no being part of our family, nothing for Mary. You lose everything you've worked so hard for tonight."

"Open your mouth, cunt!"

I drew it tight, with just tiniest bit of "give" to it, and placed it sideways inside of her mouth.

"Bite down, Katherine." 

When I was sure she had a firm grip of it, I let it go. She was in control of her own destiny now.

"Remember what I said happens if you lose, Katherine. Here are the rules for this little test."

"If you cum, you lose"

"If you let the belt fall out of your mouth, you lose."

"If you grow weak and fall, you lose.

"if you turn away from the scene over there, you lose

"Now if you drop it to use your safe word, then it will be as I said before. That won't be quite a "Lose" as you can still be my friend, after awhile, as I explained earlier." 

"And I would always be happy to see you at our gigs or my DJ nights. But, none of this D/s stuff, ever again."

"If you understand and accept the terms, just nod"

She nodded. This did two things, It showed her acceptance. It also showed her that any movement of her head will cause the belt to move over her clit.

It was cute to see her face when this little fact registered with her brain.

I did tell you, I was a sadistic bastard, right?

Of course, I did.

I then went to Linda, who had never left her "Whipping" position, and pulled her up straight, by her hair of course.

With her hair still in my hands, I walked her over to the end of the table, and bent her over it, so that her ass was now pointed directly at Daryl's position, this serving to also give Katherine a side view of everything that happens.

I retrieved my scissors, and carefully cut her hands loose.

"you are going to need to be able to balance for your next punishment, my bad little whore."

She looked at me , eyes silently asking "Why?..What?"

I simply said "Think, my love...it will come to you."

Her eyes suddenly narrowed as it hit her what she had done, what rule she had broken.

"Rule #2...Oh God, how could I have forgotten?"

"Think maybe the little sub inside you, set you up, hmmmm?"

She said "Yes that is what the little bitch did, Sir." The hint of a smile on her face, betrayed her, and pretty much confirmed that she was well aware of what she had done all along.

"For the benefit of your friend, and for the cunt over there, tell us what Rule #2 is slave."

She turned toward Katherine and recited "Rule #2; Whenever the slave or sub is, or might be in the presence of The Master, She will always be in a skirt or dress with no undergarments of any kind. Breaking this rule requires punishment at whatever level of pain or humiliation The Master desires."

"Tell Katherine how you broke this rule Linda."

"I wore those pretty pink panties that you saw me put on his guitar. I have already said that I knew that my date would end up here watching the band, in effect admitting my guilt of being in violation of rule #2"

"Do you understand this rule now, Katherine? It will apply to you as well." I said in an even tone.

She nodded that she understood, and immediately closed her eyes to try and beat down the orgasm that was trying to overtake her.

She won...This time

"Be careful cunt, that was incredibly close. You've worked too hard to lose it all now."

I then said "Normally I would punish the little whore by holding her hair, and fucking her face as hard as possible. But, what is going to happen is I am going to sit on the end of this table, and SHE is going to fuck her own face as hard as possible. I will still have her hair in my hands, and if I feel for an instant that she has backed off in the slightest bit, I will slap the shit out of her, and we will continue. If it takes a slap every few seconds , so be it." 

"She will only get my cum when I allow it, and she will not lose a drop, which actually isn't a problem with this little slave. She hasn't lost a drop, since her first time with me a few years ago."

I looked at Katherine, her face showed that she was intensely interested in seeing this. 

"You got a good view for this, Daryl?"

That's when I got the hell surprised out me. Actually I think we all went kind of numb with shock.

Daryl had just said (of all things) "Yes Sir...I want to be a part of this Sir, please."

Holy Fucking Plot Twist, Batman!

"Come again?" FUCK!! Tell me I did not just say that!

"I want to be part of your little family, Sir."

"Only room for one Dom in this equation, Daryl"

"I know Sir, I wasn't asking to be a Dom, I'm asking to be one of them." He used his arm to indicate that he meant the girls.

"Linda, get started, but slow, we will get to the rough stuff in a few minutes"

She wasted no time in getting her little friend out into the night air. Well, not so little really, as everything that has happened so far had me at full mast, and hard as a rock.

One of the things that really turns me on about Linda, is that though she has seen her Master's cock about a thousand times, she always marvels at it as if it is the very first time. She kissed the head, and looked over at Katherine, to make sure she saw her soon to be Master's equipment, winked at her, and then sank her lips over it taking it right down to the base. And she just stayed there. She has this little thing she does with her throat that she knows damn near drives me mad, and she was trying hard to do just that.

I pulled her off by the hair, and slapped her hard. "I said slowly whore until I say different." With this I just pushed her head right back down, straight to the bottom.

I let go of her hair, and she set a very nice, slow rhythm that she knew I could endure for an extended amount of time without cumming.

Looking over at Katherine, I could see that she was once again fighting her body, to keep from losing control.

"Ok Daryl, tell me the story. Short version if you please." 

He cleared his throat, and started "Linda was telling the truth, I've been taking things very slow with her. I knew from the moment we met, that this girl was going to be very special in my life. And so, I didn't want to push her too hard. Little did I know, huh?"

We both chuckled at this, even Linda laughed just a bit, with her mouth full.

"Anyway, she told me were going out tonight to see the band that her "best friend" played in. I guess she was trying to break me in slowly over how crazy she was going to get. She watched every move you made, and I must say the little green monster was getting worked up pretty bad. Especially when she herself, started getting a little wild. Then it dawned on me, every guy in that place wanted a piece of her, and so did some of the girls, truth be told. I decided I had two choices; Become the Big Bad Ass Biker that I look like, and trust me, I Am the Big Bad Ass Biker that I look to be.




It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 01



"So, I could choose to go that way, and probably spend the night in jail, OR I could be the Man who adores her, and came here with her. I decided that's the man I wanted to be, and with that worry off my mind, I could really start to like what she was doing."

"I basically became the Biker that knew my bitch was the hottest thing in the room, and everybody wanted her, but I knew what bed she was going to be sleeping in tonight. Not to brag, Linda, but I already knew that tonight was going to be THE night. When you confirmed it in your little rant, when I tried to step in, you actually made me prouder than you could ever believe that you were my girl. Yes, my girl. I know your "everything" belongs to your Master, but you let me know that there was room in your heart for me."

"I said short version Daryl."

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir."

"Carry on, then."

"Well, when I settled down after that, I really started to watch what was going on out here, and one thing became very clear; You care enough about your girls to find what turns them on, and you then use it against them in a way, that when they are finally rewarded, it is so much more than it would have been, if you had just given it to them. I feel you actually love your slaves, even Katherine over there who is just now realizing that what I just said is true, Look at her face Sir."

I did, and I could see tears in her eyes, and she was nodding her head as much as she could without causing herself to fail.

"The long and the short of it, Sir, is that somewhere along the way tonight, I found myself more turned on than I've ever been in my life. And once I allowed myself to just accept all of this, I felt...felt...fuck, the only way I can describe it is, I felt like I "belonged" here, And I am willing to do whatever I need to do, to be part of your "family", Sir"

"You really mean that, Daryl?"

"Yes, Sir. I would only ask that you don't order me to suck a cock, or wear a skirt with my dick hanging out, And I'm yours, Sir. All yours, as Katherine had put it, Sir."

Talk about a mind fuck, Holy Shit!

Well, from that point, my best option was to be me, as in the "DEMON", and accept that I may end up with a male slave in my little "Family".

First things first though. 

"Daryl, it doesn't work that way and you know it, you don't set the rules."

"Yes Sir, I know, but hey, I'm a guy, I had to try. I mean I'm not gay or Bi, and was just hoping to head that kind of thing off at the pass, Sir."

"Well, I can assure you it wouldn't be my cock at any rate, BUT, I do thank you for giving me your first two punishments should you fail me in any way. After you have passed your tests and earned your way in, of course."

"Thank you, Sir. I would have a hard time with it, but if you order it, it will be done, Sir."

"Do you mean "hard time" as in it would make you uncomfortable to do something you see as gay, though you are not gay?"

"Yes Sir, exactly Sir."

"you seemed like you understood, Daryl. Let me see if this helps."

"Go over to Katherine, and without pulling tighter, or giving any more slack, remove the belt from her mouth so that she can answer my questions. Stand there holding the belt as she will get it back at the end of our exchange."

"Yes Sir" he moved fast to comply with my request. "She is ready, Sir."

"Can you speak Katherine?"

"Yes, Sir" though she did sound a little hoarse.

"Are you gay or bi, Katherine?"

"No, Sir"

"Before Linda sucked your pussy off tonight, have you ever been with a woman in any way?"

"No, Sir"

"If I told you to come over here, and eat Linda's pussy to orgasm, what would you do, cunt?"

"I would work my hardest to give her the best orgasm she's ever had, Sir."

"Why? You are not gay, or bi, so why would you do so?"

"Because my Master told his cunt to do so. And though I may or may not get pleasure out of doing it, I would get more pleasure by simply doing what I have been ordered to do by my Master, Sir."

"Good Girl. Place the belt back in her mouth, Daryl, then come back over here."

"Does that help you understand, Daryl?"

"Yes Sir."

"Still want in?"

"Yes, Sir...Please let me in, Sir."

"Then I will let you take the tests to see if you can become a part of us. Let's see, I've got a whore, and a cunt, if she passes. It sounds too obvious, I know, but from here on, your pet name is "Bitch", work hard to earn it, Daryl."

"Yes, Sir..I will be your good little bitch, Sir."

"It would take 30 minutes for you to get out of all that crap, so just drop your pants bitch."

"Yes, Sir" He did so very quickly.

"Well, I would say you used the right word, Linda. That IS a monster, my love"

She tried to get where she could see, earning her another slap "Did I say you could look, whore?"

She garbled out "No, Sir" as best she could with her mouth full.

"You want an idea of how big your boy is, look over at the cunt."

She could do that from her present position. When she saw how big Katherine's eyes had gotten, Linda did something, I hadn't felt her do in years. Her whole body shook in one big shudder. I think her imagination was working overtime now.

For what I had in mind, now that I've seen what I have to work with, she is going to shudder and shake quite a bit.

This was going to get real evil, real quick.

"Come and stand directly behind her, bitch!"

He walked until one more step would have put him in contact with her body.

"Now, reach down between her legs, and take the pins off of her pussy, one lip at a time, then drop them into the bag."

Linda actually got goose bumps, over every part of her body that I could see. She really wanted this guy, obviously. And having him touch her body just that little bit, was really working on her mind.

I decided to turn up the heat on her. "Daryl, place that monster on her back. Just let it lay there, and do not move."

"Yes Sir."

The shaking of her body, was making her mouth do truly wonderful things around my cock.

I pulled her off of me, by her hair, just long enough to ask her a question.

"You know where that thing is going, don't you whore?"

"Yes Sir."

"Daryl, move like you are fucking her, but keep that thing on her back."

"You want that don't you whore? Tell me where you want it, Linda."

"I want it in my ass, Sir! Please Sir, make him fuck me in the ass."

"Tell your new toy, beg for what you want!"

"Please fuck me in my ass with that huge dick, bitch! I want you to hurt me, Daryl, I need Master's new bitch to fuck me, with no mercy! PLEASE!"

I didn't need to move her, she slammed her own throat back down on my cock.

"You heard my little whore. Reach in that bag and pull out the hand lotion, bitch."

"Good boy. Now oil up your dick, make it shine...Good little bitch, Now lube this little whore's asshole"

After a minute or so, he said "Your bitch, and your whore are ready Sir."

"Good. Now put your cock in place for entry."

"I'm there Sir."

"Two things, Daryl. When I say "now" you will enter her with one big hard stroke. She isn't a China Doll, you can't break her. And the other thing you should already know, DO NOT CUM!"

"Understood, bitch?"

"Yes Sir"

"NOW!"

He pushed for all he was worth. I knew the exact moment he was full in, as Linda's mouth tightened around my cock so hard, I felt just the lightest touch of teeth.

"Do not stroke, Daryl, just keep it buried."

"Linda, did I feel teeth?"

"Yes Sir, I beg forgiveness Sir. He just felt so damn good, I lost my senses for a moment. No excuses Sir, Your little whore begs for forgiveness."

"I will take it up with you some other time, my love."

"Daryl, back up, hold her hips so she is forced to move back with you."

I was now in a place, where I could make full use of her mouth. Yes, I said I was going to make her do the work, but now I had a better idea, and with her bent over for both of us, it was just too tempting to pass up.

"Does my little bitch, like my whore's tight asshole?"

"Yes Sir, I never felt anything like this before, It is like the best blow job I have ever had, but it is like her asshole is sucking me, Sir."

"Good. Now start fucking her with slow, long strokes. Pull back until your almost out, then sink it again. Match the speed I use up here."

Now with her hair in both hands, I began to fuck her mouth. Daryl was matching my speed very well.

I started pushing the pace every few strokes, until it got to the point that she was getting nailed hard and fast on both ends.

I glanced over at Katherine, the look on her face said it all. She was fighting not to cum, just as hard as Linda seemed to be trying make both me and the bitch cum.

"How close are you bitch?"

"Very close Sir, I'm afraid I may fail you, I've never had to try NOT to cum before, Sir"

"All stop!" I was getting too damn close my self. 

I wanted a big finish here, so I let everyone have about a 30 second breather.

"Daryl, when I shout GO!, you start drilling for oil, I will do the same up here. I suggest you grab hold of her hips and hang on hard. I've got her hair, and I know how to use it. And yes you will be allowed to cum, if you don't let her throw you off that is."

"GO!" Daryl did just as I said, and I was fucking her face and throat as hard as I could. 

I could feel my orgasm rushing up on me.

I simply said "Cum whore"

Linda immediately went into uncontrollable convulsions, yet she was still doing her best to swallow my cum, and keep slamming that ass back at Daryl. 

But, once again she was in the throes her own orgasm, and it hit her harder than the one she had experienced earlier.

I knew Daryl was cumming by the look on his face. He actually raised his head to the stars, and howled.

He howled, she screamed around my dick, and I may have even shouted some very nasty things myself.

Just as she seemed to be coming down, her body suddenly started shaking even harder than before. 

Then it hit me, she was cumming again!

I motioned to Daryl to back off, which he did. The only thing keeping her from hitting the ground face down, was the death grip I had on her hair.

As she again started to come down, with just a quick violent shudder every few seconds, I let go of her hair and took her in my arms and held her. I could feel wetness on my shoulder and figured out that she was crying.

I kept holding her, whispering in her ear "Come back to me, baby. I'm here, come back to me, Linda."

It took a few seconds, but she finally got her breathing under control. I took that as a good sign. So, I gently turned her face to mine, and gave her a not so gentle kiss. 

She returned that kiss with so much passion, that I knew she was going to be alright.

"Are you ok, Linda?"

"Yes, Sir, I'm ok now. We have never done anything like that before. My orgasm hit me so hard, I almost felt like I was having some kind of out of body thing going on. I couldn't even have told you what my own name was when that second one hit me. That was so wild."

"Did you like it, slave?"

"I loved it Master, and I hope you will let us do things like that again. Not all the time. God, I couldn't do that all the time. But, every now and then, surprise me with that again, Sir...please."

"We'll see, my love...we'll see."

"Thank you, Sir."

I then pulled the pins off of her nipples very roughly. She almost lost it again, but sheer will power kept her from doing so.

I almost wished she had failed, It has been along time since I was last able to put her through hell, for breaking that rule. It would be far worse than what she had taken for Katherine.

Speaking of the cunt... 

I walked over to Katherine, took the belt out of her mouth, and asked her "How do you feel, pet?"

"If I may speak openly, Sir?" 

I nodded.

"I have never been this fucking turned on my life! I've been so close to cumming, so many times tonight, that I think I know what men mean when they say they have "Blue Balls", and if I could apologize to every high school boy that I let feel me up, and left them hanging, I would."

"You Sir have turned me into something else tonight, I can't imagine not being here like this for you. You have made me your slave, and you have barely touched me, Sir"

"I did not turn you into anything that was not already inside you, Katherine. I only put you in a position to be able to see it, and choose to BE it."

I reached down quickly, and dipped a couple of fingers into her pussy, withdrew them, and I sucked one of them clean. She never blinked when I offered her the second one, she just cleaned it very quickly, and even took a lap of her tongue on the one I had cleaned.

Since her hands were still tied, I guided her down to her knees, by her hair of course.

"Linda! Come here!"

she was there instantly.

"What are you, Katherine?"

"I am your cunt, Sir, your slave, Sir, anything you tell me to be, I am it, Sir"

"Good Girl. You will now lick Linda's pussy clean, as it is quite messy from those two big orgasms. Linda, you will hold her hair, make her do so until you feel she has done a good enough job."

"Oh, and of course, neither one you is allowed to cum."

I waited until they were doing as told, Katherine looking like she was born to eat pussy, though she had said that she had never done so before tonight.

I turned to look at Daryl, he was very interested in watching his girlfriend being eaten. "Take that water bottle and the rag and clean yourself up, bitch."

"Yes, Sir" He rushed to do so.

"Once you are done, Daryl, put the rag in the trash, put the water bottle back in the bag, and then put that monster away."

"Yes Sir!"

I walked over to the table, and retrieved the scissors once again.

"You feel clean yet, whore?"

"Yes, Sir. I am so close to a little one that I can't take anymore, Sir."

"Good, release her hair then pull away, Linda. Go over there and get dressed."

"Yes, Sir."

I took her place, grabbed the cunt's hair and slowly pushed my once again hard cock, deep into her mouth. She gagged just a bit around me, but by time my balls touched her chin, she was breathing evenly, and was pulling against the restraints of my hold on her hair, so that she could suck me.

I kept her head in place, pulled out almost completely, and I could actually hear her groan in disappointment, just before I sank it again, full force.

Then I released her hair, and pulled from her mouth. "That was just show you what you have to look forward to, cunt. Just be glad it wasn't big boy over there. But, I assure you, one day it will be."

I went behind her, and cut her hands free. I retrieved my belt, and offered her my hand. She took it and I helped pull her to her feet.

"As far as I am concerned, Katherine, you have earned full rights to become part of the "Family". But as there are two of the "core" members here, there will be a vote."

"First do you understand that becoming a "core" member, means that the two rules you learned tonight, are 24/7 for you?

"Yes, Sir. If I may ask Sir, what about with my husband, we do have sex sometimes. Also, as to the "No Panties" thing, I do still get my monthly "visitor", Sir.

"Good questions. You know most wouldn't even stop to think about asking those questions. I think we picked well, Linda, Don't you? Give her the answers, slave."

"Yes, Sir, she is the best, Sir. Katherine, there are exceptions to any rule. You are allowed to cum with your husband at any time. But, If you pick up any "strange" you are not allowed to cum. Yeah, that one throws me too, but he is my Master."

"As to your monthly, that is the ONLY exception you get for Rule #2. What Master is getting at with the 24/7 thing, is that you are never to forget where and to whom you belong. That means that your sex life with your husband will pick up, and will be better for the both of you, as that is the only time you can cum without permission, which ensures that you'll work that much harder at it, and Master will never be far from your thoughts, for the same reason."

"As to Rule #2, It does not matter where or when. If you are at a restaurant with your husband, never expecting to see Master there, but suddenly you do, well, just DO NOT let him catch you wearing panties. However you need to pull this off, Your only concern is that you DO pull it off. There are a couple more of the very serious rules, but you'll learn as you go."

"Thank you, Linda. Well, Katherine, can you except those rules?"

"Yes, Sir, I can and do accept them, Sir."

"Good Girl. Since there only two of us here with voting rights this should be easy, but I follow the rules, even my own. This will be a "yes" or "no" vote."

"Linda, Does Katherine have your vote to become a "core" member of the family, including voting rights for herself?"

"Yes, Sir! I am halfway in love with her already. Yes, yes, yes!"

"My vote is also "Yes" and welcome to the "Family" Katherine."

"Thank you, Sir and Linda. I will be the best cunt and slave for you that I possibly can."

"I know you have other questions, Katherine, but they will have to wait for a bit, as we have one more matter to settle tonight."

"What do we do about, Daryl?"

"As I see it, my ladies, he has made his promise to be the best little slave bitch that he can be. He did exactly as I instructed him tonight. Therefore, I put forward that we have a vote on whether he becomes a "pledge" or not. If he wins the vote, then he will be allowed to earn his chance at passing the tests."

"Linda, your vote please."

"My vote is, "yes", Sir."

"Katherine?"

"I vote "yes" Master"

"As do I, my loves. Daryl, you are now the little bitch for real. If you pass whatever tests I put before you, then a vote will be taken on you as was taken tonight, for Katherine. Is this your desire?"

"Yes, Sir. It is your little bitch's desire to please you and your "Family", so that one day I can be in the "Family", Sir."

"Good boy. Well, now that all of the serious shit is done, lighten up folks. Did we all have fun tonight?"

"Yes, Sir" in three part harmony sounds very sweet indeed.

"Linda, pick up the cunt's clothes, and bring them with you. Daryl, you will pick up the black bag, close it, and bring it with you. You two will go to my SUV and get in the back seat, after you put the clothes and the bag in the back."

"Cunt, you will take my hand and walk with me, just as you are."

She did so, although she was as naked as she was the day she was born.

Once we reached my vehicle, I opened the front passenger door. She got the point and quickly climbed in. I shut the door, then went and got in my side of the truck.

"I assume that everyone's transportation is in front of the club. I wouldn't let my worst enemy make that walk in the dark, not in this area."

Since there was only one Bike, and a small import out front, it wasn't hard to figure what belonged to who. I stopped at the Motorcycle, and Daryl and Linda got out. Daryl was already starting to go, when Linda grabbed his hand.

"Hold on a minute, baby. I can tell he has one more thing for us to do."

"Good girl, my love. This part will be fun."

"Ever given a 4 pointer before, bitch?"

"To be honest, Sir, I don't know what a "4 pointer" is, Sir"

"Well, I'm sure other people do it, but I put my own twist on it and call it the "4 pointer"

Linda was giving that moan of lust, again.

She asked "Are we doing the half, or the full Monty, Sir?"

"All the way, baby."

"Have I told you lately, that I love you, Master?"

"Not for at least an hour, pet. You're slipping, whore." I said this with a smile, so she took it in the spirit it was meant."

I used the auto seat control, and moved the back of Katherine's seat, so that she was slightly reclined. I then moved the whole seat back about six inches. The last preparation was to turn on the over head cabin spotlight. This made Katherine the center of attention, as the only light was on her alone, even after her door was opened.




It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 02



The next day started out fairly early. I tried to sleep in, but it never works for me even at this age. I've driven girlfriends crazy because no matter how late we are up the night before, I never sleep much later than 6 AM. 

I always try to explain that it is due to my time in the service (US NAVY '81 to '85). It is just something that stays with you, as well as being early for ANY appointment. 

And I'm lucky in that I live here in Orlando, with a VA clinic that's within 30 to 40 minutes travel time, no matter where you start from in the city. I must admit though, some of the things happening within the VA system at this time, are starting to worry me.

So I basically spend the morning answering personal Emails. How some fans get my personal Email address is beyond me. And all saying things or offering things they would never say or do in public, but hey..it never hurts to stroke the old ego, y'know?

Next is updating the band's web site, giving last night's crowd a big "THANK YOU!", and updating the month's appearances for future reference. And I also put my DJ nights on the virtual calendar as well. 

Next is band Email. Every member of the band has their own Email section on the site. Most of mine were the usual "Great Show!" thing. I got a few that were from the women that I told you about that were there last night, and their "Disgust" had not abated and they told me all about my asshole self...lol.

The funny thing is, 98% of them will still be at our shows. I don't mean that to be demeaning, I mean I can see where a few things I did would seem wrong to them, and God bless them. But, I'm not the only member of the band, and they (the fans) all have there favorites. So it is seldom that they will miss seeing the band just because they are pissed at me.

Hey, It's Only Rock and Roll, But I Like it...and all that goes with it.

By the time I finish all this, I am ready for a shower, and some lunch. I hardly ever eat breakfast...just the way I am.

Wow...I can see now why so many readers gave me hell about taking so long to get to the sex in chapter 1. 

But, it's all about context, and I love context.

Whatever...onward and upward.

So, I just put together a couple sandwiches and wolf them down, and then head for the shower.

I come out with just a towel around me, and just set on the couch to watch TV, but really thinking about things that had happened the night before. Well, "Little Demon" showed that he liked the way my thoughts were going, if you get my drift.

And just as if it came right out of an old porn movie, and right on cue, I heard a timid knock on my door.

I just said "Come In", which most people would think was crazy, but My apartment was in a fairly quiet complex. Not the best area, mind you, but a lot better than some areas of "The City That The Rat Built". 

The door opened, and a quite small and petite lady rushed in and closed the door.

I said "Nope, not this morning little subbie. If you can't be proud to come in here, then you don't need to be in here!"

She whispered "Please Sir"

"Get your ass out of here, and either do it right, or fucking leave!"

She went out, knocked on the door as she would normally do at a friend's house.

I called out "Who's there?"

"It's me, Sir"

"Which "Me", I know a lot of "Me's", who the hell are you?"

"It is me Adrian, Sir."

"Who?"

"Adrian, Sir".

"Well you can't be the Adrian that I know, she answers to other names too." 

"It is me, your little slave girl Adrian, Sir"

"A little louder, I'm getting deaf in my old age."

"It Is me, your LITTLE SLAVE GIRL ADRIAN, SIR!"

"Are You Properly wet now sub?"

"YES, SIR...REALLY WET SIR!"

"Then get your cute little ass in here, Adrian."

She came in slower this time, knowing that if she rushed it, I would either send her away, or make her do the whole thing over.

Like I said, I'm a mean bastard.

I have got to give you the context on what is about to happen and why. But, before I do, give me just a minute and I'll be right back to you.

"Your mother yelled at me this morning, because you missed fucking curfew again, little girl!"

"Yes Sir, I did...I can explain Daddy! I'm really sorry Daddy!"

"Not as sorry as you are going to be you little bitch! You know that!"

"Yes sir, Daddy."

"Get over there in your corner while I figure out how to make you stop worrying your mother so much."

She goes to the corner, and in a spoiled huff she just kind of looked at me, stuck her tongue out at me, and then put her self in the corner.

Good, now I can give you an idea of what's going on here. She is not a "Little Girl", at least not age wise. She is 22, 5 foot nothing, maybe 80 pounds soaking wet,

Strawberry blonde. She is one of what I call my "Satellite subs".

Last night, you met part of my "Family" and you saw me speak of core members. These are myself (of course), Linda, and now Katherine, our newest slave. There are two other core members out there, one named "Donna", and the other one named "Lisa".

A core member slave must live the slave's rules 24/7 (as was explained to Katherine), and they also have voting rights on anyone new becoming a part of our tight circle. 

As long as I and one other core member are present, the results stand, just as it happened with Katherine.

On top of this, we have 3 of the afore mentioned "Satellite subs". 

These are subs that for whatever reason, only want to be part of things when they need to get their particular kink taken care of, or get their special itch scratched, if you will. 

It is always at their perogative. But, when they place themselves in my grasp, they no longer have control over anything, Only Safe words. 

I do however try my best to meet and take care of their personal submissive needs. 

Now back to our bad little girl Adrian.

Long story short, she was abused by two male family members. It was not pretty.

And on top of this, or maybe because of this, she has "Daddy" issues. If you think it can't happen, think again.

The first time we met was in a diner. The national glorified greasy spoon, as I call it. I was catching a little dinner before one of my DJ gigs. 

You know that feeling you get when you know someone is looking at you, but you can't figure out where it is coming from?

Well, that feeling hit me hard enough, that my neck hairs stood up. Now, I'm used to being looked and leered at because of the band. But this just felt very different. Very intense. It's not often you can catch me off guard, but this "feeling" really did. 

I looked around the dining area, not even hiding that I was looking at people intently.

It was a little before the actual dinner crowd, so there really wasn't that many people present. There was an older couple in one booth, and a couple guys at one table in what looked like a business meeting. In this place? REALLY?

Then I heard a table erupt in laughter off to my left, and saw a table of what looked like a bunch of high school girls. It kind of dawned on me that I had been hearing this loud group of kids for awhile now, but had been able to ignore it.

I didn't pay too much attention to them after locating the sound, they were having fun and who was I to tell them differently. Although, I do have to admit that whenever they would burst out laughing after that, I would at least glance that way.

All of them were pretty in that way only young girls can be, But way below my age range, if you know what I mean.

And there was still that feeling of being intently stared at. Fuck, it was really starting to get to me. I looked around quickly, still trying to locate the source. A few more couples had come in, but it was none of them, of course.

I had happened to scan the girl's table as I was looking. And yes, there she was.

When she saw I had caught her, she quickly averted her eyes, pretending she was part of the conversation going on at her table. The minute I looked back at my food, I felt the stare, looked at her quickly and caught her again.

Well, it was flattering, believe me. An old fuck like me being looked at like that, by such a pretty young girl. 

But let me state clearly, no girl is worth the steel bracelets.

I noticed now that one of the other girls, a very pretty black girl, was holding the girl's hand and was in a serious conversation with her. Now that she had been found out, her and her friend would glance over openly at me, every few seconds.

I'm thinking, ok time to finish up and get the hell out of here before I forget myself.

I mean The DEMON was starting to take notice of the situation, and that wouldn't do, not here, it wouldn't.

As I was wrapped up in these thoughts, I felt rather than heard that someone had slid into the opposite seat of my booth. When I looked up, I saw it was actually two "someones".

Across the small table from me, was an incredibly pretty strawberry blonde, and a "beyond beautiful" black girl. They were both smiling at me, and I had to mentally scream at my cock to back the fuck down.

The black girl spoke first; "Hello Sir, my name is Amy, and this is my very shy friend Adrian. Say hello to the nice man, Adrian."

"H-H-Hello Sir" 

God, I could have shot in my pants right then. This was SO not me, I mean I'm the fucking DEMONMASTER for fuck's sake!

"Hello, Amy. And hello to you, Adrian. Is there something I can help you two pretty ladies with?"

"I wish Sir!" said Amy

"Call me Mr. D for now, Amy..actually both of you do so. Now what is it you wish that I could help you with Amy?"

"I think you know, Sir. But, I'm pretty sure you ain't going to do nothin' with a 16 year old, no matter how much I asked. I'll be 17 next week if that helps, Mr. D."

"To my eternal regret, I just can't go there, Amy. But, I can make sure you get one hell of a present for your 18th birthday, if you come to collect it."

"It's a date Mr. D, if I have anything to say about it!"

I noticed that her friend, Adrian was getting kind of antsy in her seat.

"I think your friend is getting uncomfortable, Amy."

"Yes Sir, she is, but not in the way you think she is. She is the reason we came over here, Mr. D. I'm pretty sure you caught her staring at you all night?" 

Adrian turned a pretty shade of red, it went well with her hair.

"Well, yes I did. I took me a while to find the one staring at me, but I finally did. I can't tell you how flattering it was to have such a living doll looking at my old ass."

"It wasn't your ass she kept hoping to see, Sir." 

Now Adrian was close to glowing, she was blushing so hard.

"Mr. D, Adrian turned 18 two weeks ago, so she's legal, the lucky bitch. And she has a thing for older men. I really didn't get it, until I came over here with her, And well I've already told you, I'd beg you if I thought you'd do it, Sir."

"Is this true, Adrian?" 

She just nodded.

"That doesn't work for me, Adrian. Never has, never will. Is what Amy has said true?"

I think she was startled by my tone of voice, as her eyes got wide. She seemed to be trying to process what her body was telling her. Her small breasts had very pointy nipples, and no bra was going to hide that fact. 

"Yes Sir, Amy is right, Sir."

"I said you could call me Mr. D, Adrian."

She was already shaking her head as she said, "No Sir, I was raised to say "Sir" and "Ma'am" to adults, Sir. I don't think I could stop if I tried."

A girl after the Ole Demon's heart, how about that?

Amy broke in with, "Sir, our crowd is getting ready to go, and they are our ride home, So if you're staying Adrian, let me know."

Adrian looked so torn between which way to go, I just said "Go on home Adrian, I have to work tonight anyway. How about I meet you here tomorrow night at the same time. You can bring Amy as your back up if you think you need her."

Her eyes brightened up because the situation had been decided for her, "Yes Sir! I'll be here Sir!"

I stood up like a gentleman to see these two beauties off on their travels.

To my surprise, I got a quick kiss on either cheek from each of them.

Oh, My God, THE DEMON was pacing like a caged Animal. I hoped some old flame was there at the club tonight, because he needed to be fed. 

It was the next evening and I was sitting with a cup of coffee (coffee-holic here), wondering just how this night may go. I was very frustrated as there was just nothing interesting at the DJ gig last night. 

I admit that maybe I just wasn't on my game, because my thoughts were filled with what might happen tonight.

So, like I said; frustrated. Problem? If I'm frustrated, The Demon is frustrated beyond reason. I vowed to keep him/me in check, and it wasn't going to be easy.

Just like the night before, I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, that I had these two ladies sitting across from me, and I hadn't even caught it. 

"We are here, Mr. D." Amy was not the shy one..lol.

"Wow, I must have done something right today, I have been blessed with two beautiful Angels, sitting with me."

Amy said "Bullshit!" And they both broke out into a fit of laughter. For some reason it was very nice to see Adrian laughing. I don't think she got to laugh very much.

"Have you two eaten yet?"

Amy kind of chuckled into her hand, but Adrian said "No Sir, we haven't."

"Well, in that case, would you like to go to dinner with me. Some place a little better than here?"

"Do you mean both of us, Mr. D?"

"Yes Amy, I do. My treat of course."

The two girls whispered with each other, with Amy being the more dominant one. I had observed this the night before as well.

"Answer the man's question, Adrian, it's your date. I'm just here to look out for you, and to flirt with your date, of course." 

Adrian gave her kind of an angry look, but was all smiles when she looked at me and said "Yes Sir, I would love to go with you. Can I really bring Amy too, Sir?"

"Yes Adrian, Amy too."

Amy said "Thank you, Mr. D. There is one problem, I borrowed my mom's car for us to come here. If I took it home now, I wouldn't be able to explain going out again tonight. But, I don't think I should leave it here either, Sir."

"Good thinking Amy. This might seem a little forward, but I live just a couple of blocks from here, no kidding. Would you like to follow me over and leave your mom's car there? Then, when we get back, you've got your ride home."

"That sounds cool. Besides, it's a win win for me."

"How do you figure that?" I asked, even though I had a feeling I knew what she would say.

"Well, if it all goes just like you said, I win. But, If you are luring us over to your house to have your way with us, I still win." 

You would have to have heard the way she said it to understand my "rising" problem as it were. 

Damn, this girl was going to be dynamite when she really "gives it up" to the right guy.

Still trying to make a long story short, I'll just say that after we got the car taken care of, I took them to a very nice restaurant, let them order anything they wanted. And we all had a ball. Amy was already a riot all by herself, but she really brought Adrian out of her shell quite a bit. I felt good...horny...but good.

I don't know why, except that I was having fun with these gorgeous girls. So I asked them if they would like to go see a movie.

They both said "Yes Sir!"

I drove over to the theater at the Fashion Square. It looked like about a 100 movies were playing. I was exaggerating of course, but you get the picture. I had told them to pick the movie, so we were sitting there in the car and they were looking at the marquee, or so I thought.

Amy was sitting behind me, and Adrian in the passenger seat. Amy leaned forward, and whispered in my ear "Will you kiss the poor girl please? A real kiss. She IS your date you know."

We got out of the car, the movie presumably picked out. And I noticed that I really hadn't looked at Adrian's body most of the night. Yeah, I'm an idiot sometimes.

I leaned against the hood, and called her over to me. I hadn't even noticed that she wore a short jean skirt, her young legs were flawless. I had said before that she had very small breasts, no bra. Her nipples really standing at attention, even better than the night before.

She walked slowly over to me, as if she thought I meant to hurt her or something (Man, someone had really messed this poor girl's head up).

I made sure I smiled big for her, and held my arms out. She walked into them very slowly. When I could, I pulled her in and just hugged her tightly. She was shaking quite a bit. I let my hands rub up and down her back, going lower each time until I was cupping her ass on each up rub.

She moaned a little, but not what you would think of as a good moan, it was more like a cry.

She looked up at me and asked, "Have I done something wrong, Sir?"

"Not at all baby, nothing wrong. I just got so caught up in us having fun that I forgot that we are on a date. I decided you needed some attention to know how glad I am that you are here with me."

"You're glad to be out with me , Sir?" God, the tone she asked that in, made my heart feel so sad.

"I'm not just glad baby, I am proud to be here with the prettiest girl I've seen in a long while."

"Proud?"

"Yes proud, Adrian. I'm so proud, I can't go another minute without kissing you."

And kiss her I did. Very softly at first, working it up to a real heated kiss and tongue battle. I pulled her hard to me, so she could feel what she was doing to me.

This got me the kind of moan I wanted to hear.

"If you guys don't stop, we are going to miss the movie...and I'm going to do something bad, right here!"

"AMY!!" We said together.

We all smoothed out our clothes, put everything in place. Then we went to get the tickets.

To this day, I swear to you, I couldn't tell you what movie we saw, if you held a gun to my head.

We got inside, with just a few strange looks thrown my way. I guess it could look bad to a bystander. A guy older than dirt, with two girls who looked younger than they were, both holding one of my hands on each side, and walking pretty close as well.

Hell, I have a dirty enough mind, that if I had seen it, I would have thought bad of the guy myself. Just goes to show you, that old "shoe on the other foot" thing can be a bitch.

We stood in line for the obligatory popcorn/soda/candy trifecta, and then headed to the little theater with our number on it.

Being that this was a weeknight, it wasn't too populated at all. We pretty much had our pick of seats, except for small pockets of people here and there. Amy kind of took charge here, and steered us to a small section that almost felt like it was closed in. It was already dark in this section even though the houselights were still on.

Everyone got situated, and I noticed that I was put closest to the wall, with Adrian in the middle, and Amy on the end. It was cozy, and I suddenly had images playing in my mind of other theaters and things I had done there with some submissive or other over the years.

Just as I went to hold Adrian's hand, Amy leaned in and said "You might need to go to the bathroom now, baby girl. If you go in the middle of the movie, you'll miss everything. So go ahead and go now."

"Are you trying to get rid of me so you can get close to my date, Amy?"

"You know better sweety, I kid around a lot, but right now I got what I want. So go ahead, go."

I half expected to hear a "Yes Mistress" out of Adrian, as the tone of Amy's voice kind of called for that. Maybe, I had just had one of my questions answered.

In either case, my date went to the bathroom, and as soon as she was out of sight, Amy plopped right into the seat next to me.

I groaned, and The Demon growled. This was exactly what I did NOT need.

I was wrong though (thankfully) as Amy leaned in to just talk, though I never could have predicted what she told me.




It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 02



"Mr. D, that girl is my best friend in the world, and I'm being everything to her that I can possibly be. Your imagination works, so no more needs to be said on that. However, she has been through shit that I don't even want to imagine and I can't really help her with this. I've tried but she needs a real man to help her. Look, if she tries anything, just let her do it, ok? She has a lot of demons she is trying to get rid of. Just don't push her if she tries anything and decides to back out. understand?"

Ok, time to show a little of The Demon.

"Amy, I don't work that way. I can tell she has some things that haunt her, and I really feel for her, and I really like the hell out of her. But, I don't play passively. If she starts anything, she will damn well finish it, understood?"

Amy was looking at me in a different way, as if trying to figure out if I was the best thing for this.

"Ask me what the "D" stands for, Amy."

"What does it stand for, Sir?"

"It stands for DEMONMASTER, Do you know what a "Master" is, Amy?"

"Yes, you are one of those guys that makes girls do things sexually. Hell, I picked up on that right away. What is the "Demon" part for?"

"It just means that I'm the deep end of the pool. You jump in this end, you'd better be serious. How do you know about this stuff anyway?"

"Well the answer that might impress you is that both me and Adrian are in the top 2% of our class...Brainiacs...(small giggle). But the simple answer is; "The Internet + raging hormones equals finding out about everything to do with sex...(bigger giggle)."

She continued "Anyway, yes we both figured it out. That's why I picked you to help her. I think you know how to finesse it, which is all I was asking for in the first place, Sir"

"Ok, I got it Amy. Anything else?"

"Two things, it will probably be her hand, because she only has a couple of things left to give a man, that hasn't already been taken from her."

"And the other?"

"I really can't wait for my 18th birthday now!! I'm making a list, Mr. D, and I expect nothing less."

I had to smile at that, but I nodded as if assuring her that I took it seriously.

"Listen, Amy. If anything does start, YOU go to the bathroom. I still can't do anything in front of you legally, I mean it, girl."

"Are you two done now? I knew you just wanted me out of the way, Amy."

I hissed,"Adrian, you get over here in your seat right now! Do you understand me?" 

"Yes Sir!" Those two girls got where they belonged so quickly, I started to feel I had control of the situation again...or is that "finally"?

The lights went down, and the endless parade of previews started. I was glad for this, as it gave me a chance to go over some of the things that Amy had said. I then put them together with my own observations from last night and tonight as well. 

I was starting to see a picture that was really pissing me off. I had picked up that Adrian had self-esteem issues, and that Amy was her "rock", so to speak, but there was so much more there under the surface.

This was one messed up little lady, and for all of my bluster with Amy, I felt and empathized much more with Adrian than anyone might have imagined. Without going into details, I know the scars both mentally and physically that one can carry around from an abusive childhood.

But, was I really the one to help her with this?

I can hear some of you out there now saying "Well, that explains why your such a hard ass and perverted fucker now!" I could say "No, it is not" a million and one times, and some would still say the same thing.

One can only try.

Anger? oh, yeah, lots of anger. But, I do trust that some of you at least, will see where I'm coming from.

OK, self analysis over. The real question remains; Am I the right answer to Adrian's problems?

As I am sitting there with all of this reaching a crescendo in my head, suddenly a small hand takes my hand and squeezes it, and pulls it into her lap. I look down at my date who is looking up at me as if she wonders if she has done something wrong.

I bend down to her ear and whisper "Thank you, pretty girl, I was thinking too hard about some pretty rough things, and your touch pulled me out of it. And I tell you this, never, never be afraid to touch me if you feel the need to do so." I then kissed her just below the ear, and then on her cheek.

As I went to sit back up, she reached up and pulled my head down for a quick kiss on the lips. I just smiled at her.

And then quite surprisingly, she pulled the hand she was already holding, from her lap to her bare thigh just under her skirt. She was shaking quite a bit, but had turned her head to watch the screen.

Well, Big Bad Demon, what hell are you going to do now?



It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 03



I basically decided to just be who and what I am, only dialed down a few notches. I vowed that if I felt at anytime, that something I was doing affected her negatively, I would stop immediately.

My thinking here was that Amy had already told me that the two of them knew I was a Dom, just not how much. So, they both understood the concept, if not the actual intensity, or levels thereof.

So, a slow careful Demon, but The Demon nevertheless.

My first move was to exchange my left hand for my right one that was on her thigh. I now had my right arm free to put my arm around her, while I started slowly sliding my other hand higher and lower on that shaking thigh.

The first thing I did with my arm around her, was to bring her face to mine, and hold her quite firmly, as we repeated the hot kiss we had shared outside. I entangled my fingers in her hair, and lightly pulled her hair until she was the one, bent more into my seat, and it looked like she was the aggressive one.

Once again, I felt and heard her moan into my mouth, and pressed her own lips to mine even harder, and using her tongue quite well. 

I allowed my hand to slip further up her thigh, until I felt her panties. I could not get contact with her sex though because of the way she was bent forward for the kiss.

It was just as well that I hadn't touched her, because as soon as she became aware of how high my hand was on her thigh, she broke the kiss. She then set back in her seat, and used her own hand to pull mine further down her thigh. She held it there in an iron grip.

Ok, not a complete step backwards, but enough to slow things down a bit.

With my right arm back around her shoulder, I did something I should have already done. 

I knew that Amy was trying hard not look, but she was watching every move. I met her eyes, and she nodded approval. So, I mouthed "Go now." to her. 

She just had to check on her girl first. 

I could hear the whispers, but pretended I couldn't.

"Are you ok, baby?"

"Yes, just a little scared."

"You remember that he is one of those guys that we read about on the Internet, right?

"Yes, I do remember."

"Ok, you know kind of what can happen, you sure you want to be here?"

"Yes, Amy. Just scared you know?"

"I know Baby. He already told me that he can't do anything with me sitting here, because of the age thing. He respects the age thing, that's a big change already."

"Yes it is. So what now?"

"Well he just gave me the signal to go where I can't see anything happening over here. So, first I'm going to the bathroom, then I'll be right back in here. I'll be sitting somewhere where you won't see me, but I promise you baby, I won't be far. If you need me, I mean REALLY need me, just yell out my name. I'll handle it from there, understood?

"Yes, Amy"

"Good. He really likes you, so try to have fun. I think you are safe with him, but remember, I won't be far."

Amy kissed her on the cheek, then got up, gave me "The Look" and left us to ourselves.

I decided to do something I've never done, nor heard of being done before.

With my right arm around her shoulders, I let my hand fall on her small breast. I found the nipple just as hard, and just as pointed, as I had felt them against my chest earlier.

She immediately stiffened up, but did not try to stop me. She just stared at the screen, though I knew she wasn't "seeing" it. I then worked my way under her blouse, not gently, but not too rough either. I began to roll that sexy ass nipple lightly between my fingers.

That made her put her hand up over mine, as if to stop me. Now was do or die time here.

I hissed,"Put your fucking hand back where it was, right now!"

The hand dropped back into her lap very fast, and the shaking began.

I leaned down to her ear and whispered "Say the word "pickle".

"Pickle", my hand removed from her blouse and back around her shoulders.

I then whispered "Say "mustard".

"mustard", in half a second her nipple was back in my fingers.

"Amy told me that you two knew about Dominant Sex, from the Internet. Is this true?"

She nodded.

"What did I tell you about nodding, Adrian? Is what I asked true?"

"Yes Sir"

She was shaking so hard now, I had to ask, "Would you like stop and go home now, Adrian?"

"No Sir"

"Ok, so you know about safe words, correct?"

"Yes Sir"

"Good girl. What I did before was give you a safe word which is "pickle", you can pick your own out later if you want to, but for now it's "pickle". You noticed everything stopped when you said it?"

"Yes Sir"

"Good, and it will stop everything, ANYTIME you say it. Now, I know you are brand new at this, so you will be tempted to say your word, a lot, especially since you are so jumpy. So I gave you another word "mustard", I've never heard of this before, but I felt you needed a word, that if you decide you want things to resume AFTER you used your safe word, You can say "mustard" and everything will go as if it never stopped. You can tell that because I am feeling your nipple again, after you said the word."

"Yes Sir. And I understand."

"Good girl, do you like my fingers on your nipples, Adrian?"

"What I like Sir, is that someone is touching my tits, that I want to touch my tits. Does that make sense, Sir?"

"Yes, my love, I understand a lot more than you might think I do. I want to be gentle with you, but I am very much a Dom that wants to really use you in many ways, but I'm holding myself in check. I just wanted you to know what you are dealing with here." 

"Again Sir, at least it is someone I want to touch me, that is touching me. You even gave me a word that will stop everything if I want. I've never had a say in it, in any way, before."

She started to cry a little, I rolled her nipple a little harder, giving her the open and reason to get out of it. She turned her head and moaned into my shoulder.

"Tell me you like it, Adrian."

"I like it Sir, I like it a lot."

"Good girl."

I then started moving the hand hold we had, up her thigh and back. I must admit, I really could have spent the rest of the evening just holding and rubbing her body.

What the hell was going on with me? Don't say it, I already knew what was happening.

We were here, and this girl wanted a Dom experience, and I'm getting all googly eyed.

Luckily, I have the Demon (though he was feeling bad for this slip of a girl as well) so, I just let him go, with a tight hand on the leash mind you, but he was going to have to make things move along here. If this reads kind of schizoid to you, imagine being in MY head.

I took the hand that was rubbing her thigh, and moved our hand hold to MY lap. I made sure her hand was on the bottom, and was making her rub up and down on my thigh. On the down stroke of each rub, I ever so slightly pulled our hands toward my crotch.

I remembered what Amy had said about her hand, so I took a chance. On one of the downward rubs, I let go of her hand, and as hoped, she did not stop. She herself kept the slant with each movement that would very shortly bring her hand to my now very pronounced erection.

I took my now free hand and took her left nipple between my fingers, and set up the same movements as I was doing with her right one. I was rewarded with hearing her breathing start to get heavier.

She was getting very close to my cock now. So as an incentive, I just held my fingers still on her nipples. she made a somewhat frustrated sigh.

"Do you want me to start again, Adrian?"

"Yes, please Sir."

"Then touch me, now!" I hissed.

Her hand went directly to my bulging crotch, and began rubbing it, up and down. I restarted my ministrations to her nipples, to the sound of a contented sigh.

"Tell me what you are touching, little sub girl."

"I'm touching your thing, Sir"

"My Thing? Really? Remember you are my little slave for the night...or maybe you are not?"

"I am Sir, I am your little slave Sir, I am, I am!"

"Then fucking tell your Master, what you are touching!"

"Your cock Sir, your cock."

"Open your fucking shirt, I want those nipples where I can see them! Then you put your hand back on my cock, now!"

To her credit, she had her shirt open quickly, and was back rubbing me in seconds.

"Are you mine, slave?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Use those hands of yours and take me out. Quickly! If you take too long I will take you home right now?"

Within seconds, she had completed her task. Sometimes, throwing things at them rapid fire, makes them stop thinking, and just do.

"Like it, slave?"

"I really don't know , Sir."

That would not do.

"OK, I'm calling "pickle" and I'm just Mr. D for a minute, and you are just Adrian for a minute, agreed?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. I know where you are coming from, the things that are driving you, chasing you, the thoughts that won't leave you alone. I want this with you, I think you want this with me. But, you have to trust me. This could be the beginning of many things we will discover about you as we go along. Amy told me that you might only use your hand, and only maybe. You have to choose. Either you are ready for me to make you use it, or we stop right now. I won't judge you either way, no bullshit. But, if you want this experience, then it is up to you. If you don't say "Mustard" we stop and go home, but if you do, you do everything I tell you to. Understand, Adrian? You have 10 seconds from now."

I understand Sir, I want this, I need this..."Mustard" Sir!"

"Good Girl. Tell me you are my little slave girl."

"I'm your little slave girl, Master"

"Master? Oh you beautiful little bitch, I think you just made me even harder. Take it in your hand right now, slave."

God, I almost came just from her touch. She had me so turned on, and I don't think she even knew the effect she was having.

"That's all for you, little slave. Say "Thank you, Sir" and show me you like it."

"Thank you, Sir." At this she started a fast stroke. 

"Slow down, pretty girl, this ain't no race."

"Yes Sir. Your little slave girl just wanted to make you feel good."

"Never jacked one off before, hmm? Not even your boyfriend?"

"I've never had a boyfriend, Sir. And the only ones I have felt only wanted one of two things, Sir."

"Not this time, baby. This is all you. this is what you wanted to do for your Master, correct?"

"Yes Sir, for my Master."

I let her set up her own tempo, it wasn't slow, but she wasn't trying to rush to end it either. "Good girl."

I suddenly noticed that her right arm was moving quite fast, bumping my hand that was on her breast with each stroke. I knew what this was right away. This was only the second time I had ever come across it. 

This may sound crazy as hell to you, maybe not, depending on which side of the coin you are on. I just know it for what it is.

I guess you could call it a coping mechanism. The first woman I had experienced this with, was in her 30's, but still used it. I never tried to break her of it, because by that point it was as much a part of her as her arms were. I was however, through a lot of trial and error, and what little she would say about it, able to understand it.

My take on it...

Most times, the abuse begins at an early age. But, as the victim gets older they start to feel the same raging hormones we all do. They start exploring, trying to figure out why some things felt the way they did when "The Thing" was happening. So even though this terrible "The Thing" was happening regularly, they learn how to make their own body feel good.

So in effect, They learn that when "The Thing" starts happening, if they concentrate on doing their own thing that makes them feel good, It takes that part of their mind away from "The Thing" that is happening to their body.

There is a LOT more to this, but I am not a shrink.

A couple of problems that come from this, is that they have learned to cum ONLY this way, even if they are with someone they love. 

But, the worst one is; It being mistaken by the abuser as "Liking it". "Look at you, you little whore, you must really be hot for this big thing of mine! You are so hot for it, you are already playing with your fucking pussy!" 

Again, I don't know what you have run into out there, but I HAVE come across this behavior twice so far.

I couldn't help the 30 something with it, it was too ingrained into her sexuality.

Adrian was only 18. Maybe there was a chance. 

But, it wasn't going to be this night. 

She hadn't come looking for help. She had come looking to be made to be bad.

AND, only to be made to be bad, because she CHOSE it to be so.

"What are you, Adrian?" We were both starting to breathe heavy by this time.

"Your little slave girl, Sir"

"And do you like it, slave?"

"Right now, I like it a lot sir."

"What are you doing, slave girl?"

"I am jacking off my Master's cock, Sir."

"What do you want, my slave?"

"I want my Master's cock to cum, Sir. I want to see it, I want to feel it, Sir"

"If this is really what you want, ask for it. Beg for it."

"Sir, I am begging you, Sir, please let your cock cum for me...please Sir."

I could do nothing, but do as this little lady had asked.

Normally, I hate hand jobs, but the tension here, the sexual aura here, her little hand and sweet face, caused me to cum harder than I have cum in a long time. I'm usually very quiet when I cum as well, a trick I learned to really mess with a sub.

But, all of this Converged together, to actually make my ass rise up in the seat, trying to fuck her little hand, never wanting it to stop. I gave out a low, but noticeable moan of extacy. 

I must have ridden that little wave for a good 45 seconds.

I finally had to grab her hand to stop her from stroking any more, so I could get my wits back.

"What did you just do, little slave girl?" I was breathing very hard as I asked this.

I noticed that she was breathing just as hard when she replied; "I made my Master cum."

"Oh yes you fucking did!"

I heard her pant something very low, then she did it again. I was hearing the words, but not putting them together.

Finally in a little louder pant, She said what I thought she had said;

"Hurt me...hurt me, Master...Oh God Sir, please hurt me...I'm begging you...hurt me".

I finally noticed that her arm was working much faster.

I didn't even need to stop and think about it. As soon as her words hit my brain, I immediately got both of her nipples in my fingers. I started rolling them, and pinching them, much harder than I had before.

All I could do was hope that this pain, would give her the "Mental Traction" she needed to achieve her orgasm.

It did. She started shaking harder, and stroking faster than she had since this whole experience began.

Now, she was the one lifting her ass and trying to fuck her own hand. Judging by her breathing and her actions, she had sent herself off to unknown stars.

I started to wonder if I was going to have to put a hand over her mouth, to keep from alerting the whole theater as to what was happening.

I did not have to do so, because while she was physically showing the effects of the orgasm wracking her little body, She had learned to be as quiet as she could be when getting there, so as not to give the abuser, ANY false idea that she had enjoyed the terrible things that were being done to her.

When she finally started to come down, I took her into my arms (as well as theater seats would allow) and held her tight. I could feel her breathing hard into my chest. I could also feel wetness on my shirt that I could only surmise to be tears.

I soon realized she was shaking again, but before I could ask her if she was ok, she reached up and pulled my head down to hers, as she turned hers up towards me and mashed our mouths together. I don't know for sure what she felt, But, I felt as if I had stuck my tongue into a light socket. 

This little lady had both myself and The Demon wrapped around her little finger.

Well, as much as possible anyway. I mean I WAS still me, y'know?

She broke the kiss to say to me, "You knew, Master, You knew exactly what I was asking for and why...I don't care how you knew...Just...Just...Thank you, Sir, Thank you!"

"You are welcome my pet."

"Tell me what I am again Sir, I need to hear that someone actually wants ME."

"You are my little slave girl, and you will be so, until you decide you are not. I promise you, little one you are very much wanted."

"I'm your little slave girl. Thank you, Sir."

"The movie is almost over, pet, so you need to go gather up Amy, so I can get you ladies back to your car so you can get home. This IS a school night, isn't it? Yeah, well I don't need you two getting in trouble for being out too late, my love"

"Yes Sir, Amy's mom would shit a brick. Mine couldn't give a shit either way, anything I do lately is grounds for punishment. Do I really need to explain what that means Sir?"

"No, you don't baby,...no you don't."

To this day, I don't know if she could hear the tightly controlled anger in my voice or not.



It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 04



So much for making a long story short, hmm? 

Well in an effort to do just that, I'm just going to try to hit the highlights of the next few months.

When, I got them back to my place, so they could pick up the car, they both asked if they could use the bathroom. Of course they went together. 

It is one of the biggest mysteries that Man will never figure out; Why, if there is more than one woman at a table or whatever, when one goes, at least one other will go as well..lol.

I admit that this time it was probably warranted, as I could hear whispering and giggling coming from my bathroom. So, it is really a clubhouse for women, right? 

I knew it, I just knew it!

They were more serious when they came out, though you could see that their mood was better than when the night had started. I stood up to see them to the door, but Amy asked if I would walk them out. 

Of course, I would. I may have been on my way to becoming the sadistic bastard you read about in chapter one, but my mom had raised me to be a gentleman, and that would never change.

As we got to the car, I took Amy to the driver's side first, opened the door for her, but before she got in, she grabbed me and pulled me in for a quick kiss. She could see the question on my face after our lips parted, so she leaned up into my ear and said "That was a thank you, for taking care of my girl. Whatever you did, it was something she needed. She has smiled more since we left the movies, than I've seen her smile in a whole year. As soon as I'm old enough, I'm getting me some of that. You promised, remember?"

"Yes, Amy, I promised. And I meant it." (She really did get that promise paid in full and then some, but that is a story for another time.)

I went around to my pretty date, and told her how much I had enjoyed the evening, and how much I loved just being with her. I leaned in to give her a kiss, but her hands came up to my chest and held me back.

"Have I done something wrong, Sir?"

"Not at all, baby. you seem upset. why?"

"You were going to say bye, without telling me what I am? Or am I not that now?"

I mentally slapped my self in the head. She had discovered something about herself tonight, and being told what she was, was part of that.

"You ARE my little slave girl, and you will damn well remember that!"

That got me the goodnight kiss I was looking for.

After that It was hard for us to get together often, and Amy was her driver up until Adrian had saved enough money to get her own car. But we did see each other at least one night a week, sometimes two nights.

Before I get into the sex part of it, there were some notable things that weren't about sex.

First and foremost was their Graduation. The three of us were sitting at the same old diner, while I ate something before going to my DJ gig that night (The band wasn't playing regularly yet, and we were still trying to get the right members). 

Anyway, both girls surprised me by asking me to go to their Graduation, to see them walk the stage.

"Why just walk the stage? Aren't you both "brainiacs"?"

"Yes, we are, I told you the first night we met that we were in the top 2% of our class. We did that by choice, Sir."

"Explain that please?"

Well, we could really have been in the 1% of the 1% of our class, we held back intentionally."

"What the hell guys? You could have been on stage giving speeches? Hell, those kind of grades would have got you into any college you wanted, why burn yourselves?"

"First off, I've already locked up a full ride at UF in Gainesville, And our little girl here has gotten a full ride at UCF. You didn't think she was going away from you that easy did you?"

Adrian just blushed and said; "Sir, we did NOT want to be the two top people giving speeches on how everyone should go in their life or whatever bullshit they will spew this year. The only advice I could give is don't go through what I have, which I then would have to explain. No Sir, not me."

Amy said, "And me? Shit, I'm a loud mouth all the time, I say what is on my mind. Can you imagine what would happen if a few words like "shit" and "fuck" came from that stage? Especially with my mom out there? Like the girl said, No Sir, not me."

We all cracked up at that. When we got it back together I said,"Yes, I'll go, I'll be very happy and proud to see my two ladies do their thing. By the way, what school, you've never told me."

"Colonial High, Sir. Right up the road."

"Oh, shit, you have GOT to be kidding me!"

"No Sir." Then a look came over Amy's face, like she had just heard a secret.

"No, don't tell me, you? You went there?"

"Yeah, about a hundred years ago."

They giggled at that, but then Adrian got herself under control, "No Sir, it wasn't quite a hundred years ago. But, you still had the same hair and unruly mustache.

"Oh, don't tell me..?"

"Brainiacs, remember? From things that you've said about when you moved down here and at what age. We once went by the house you told us you grew up in remember? You really gave me a solid lead when you said that in your senior year, the districts had been changed and you were supposed to go to Union Park High for your senior year, but you had spent three years at the high school you were in, and you damn sure wasn't going to spend your last year being away from your friends. Of course you had a car and a job, so you went where you wanted. Put all of that together, start looking through old Yearbooks and you'd be surprised what you could find."

That was a hell of a long speech from Adrian.

"Brainiacs! What the hell did I do to get cursed with you two?"

"Just lucky I guess" this was actually from Adrian of all people. 

We just lost it.

Amy calmed down enough to ask Adrian,"Why didn't you share all this shit with me, you never hide things from me?"

"Well first, he isn't your Master yet"

"Oh yes he is, and he knows it, he just won't do anything about it right now."

"Well, I also kind of wanted to keep it quiet for a bit. I mean shit, I felt like a stalker as it was. Amy, you aren't quiet about anything, you would have given it away, tell me if I'm wrong."

"No you're right. But, I better get a look at that Yearbook first thing tomorrow."

"Am I forgiven, Amy?"

"Yes...fuck, you know I can't stay mad at you for long."

"Am I forgiven, Sir?"

"I don't know yet, I mean I am your Master. I might have to put you across my lap. Let me think on it. Understand?"

"Oh Yes Sir"

Amy just said, "OOOOH! Somebody gonna get a spankins."

And she did too. The very first time Amy brought her over.

As soon as they walked in the door, I said,"get your cute little ass over here, slave girl!"

As soon as she stood in front of me, I told her,"Get yourself over my lap right now, slave!"

When she got in position, I looked up at Amy, that poor girl was dying to see this.

"Amy, you get over against the wall, so that you are looking at the bad girl's face."

"Good, now you can watch, but you can't see any thing even close to sex from that angle. Do NOT say a fucking word, Amy!"

she just stood there rigid, almost afraid to breathe, it looked like.

"What are you, Adrian?"

"I'm your little slave girl, Sir...and your Bad Girl." 

I could feel her starting to shake, as it hit her that this was really going to happen. So, whatever I did, it was going to have to be quick.

I Lifted up her little skirt, and pulled her panties down so fast, that it was just dawning on her. Before she could even try to react, I told her "Count every one, and don't lose the count."

I'm sure that was just entering into her thoughts, as the first flat hand hit her ass.

"I said count, bitch!"

"One Sir!"



"Two Sir!"



"Three Sir"

I took it all the way to ten, she counted all of them, and never cried out once, though I could hear her grunt with each one.

I don't even want to imagine what kind of shit she had gone through to learn not to cry out in pain.

There was a few "firsts" for all of us here, the first time I had seen anything under her dress. 

The first time she REALLY met her Master. 

And the first time that Amy figured out that this shit was for real.

I told Adrian, "You can use that to cum if you want to, but only this once."

Amy had ran to the bathroom, and let's just say, that from the sound of things, she really liked what she saw happen out here.

Adrian took my offer to heart, and rolled off of my lap onto the floor, where the stinging of her ass could be used to her advantage.

She didn't try to cover herself, she just went at it. 

Man, If I ever tried to jack off as fast and hard as she was rubbing her pussy, I wouldn't be able to touch it again for a week, maybe two. 

When her cum hit, it hit her so hard, she actually became very vocal "OH GOD!..OH SHIT...I'M CUMMING...OOHHHHHH SHIT!

From there it was just one long moan/wail until she had ridden the wave as far as she could.

As soon as she could open her eyes, she saw that my arms were open for her.

She was off the floor and in my lap hugging me in a split second.

Amy opened the bathroom door just long enough to say, " That's how a cum is SUPPOSED to feel, Baby girl! Let me know when she isn't showing anything, Sir." 

There was one more first, it was the first time she stayed the night with me.

I was still holding her in my arms, and as I felt her really start to calm down, I reached down and cupped her chin to make her look at me.

"Tell me what you are?" 

"I am your little slave girl, Sir. A happy slave girl at that. I've never felt anything like that in my life...Thank you, Sir."

"So you're all mine?"

"Yes Sir!"

"You are staying here tonight with your Master, understand me, slave?"

"If you order it, it will be, Master."

"Good girl. If I call you that, it means you have pleased me."

"Oh...well then, Thank you Sir."

"Straighten out your clothes, so our girl can come back out here."

Within seconds I called for Amy to rejoin us. She came into the living room, with a big smile on her face.

"How ya doin' Baby girl?"

"I feel better than I have in a looooong time."

"I'm feeling pretty good myself, babe."

"Master told me I was spending the night here."

"Well, I guess It is a good thing we told your parents you were sleeping at my house, y'think?"

They both giggled. Then Amy told me she needed to go out to her car for a minute. I went to the door to look out for her until she came back in. 

Carrying what, you might ask?

A larger than usual backpack. I bet all of you got it before I did. Like I said, I'm an idiot, sometimes.

"So, I'm guessing there's a change of clothes and other things a girl might need in there, hmmm?"

Adrian said, "Please don't be mad, Sir. I really do have permission to sleep over at Amy's house. 

"I told her it would be good to have an overnight bag, whether she was staying at my house, or was told to spend the night with you." said Amy.

"Actually, that was very good thinking on both your parts."

"I know you won't let me stay too, but I really need to know that my girl has nothing to fear here. I so want to trust you with her, but I've let her cry her pain away on my shoulders too many times, to not worry. I hope you understand that, Sir."

"I do, Amy. I understand completely, and you are a great friend to her. There just isn't a high enough value that can be placed on the friendship you two share." 

"As to her safety here, surely she has told you of her safe word?"

"Yes Sir. I may be waiting for you to make me your slave too, but when it comes to her I can get a little crazy if she is hurt in any way. She has only allowed me to be at her house once, because she was afraid I'd start a bunch of shit. I know a couple fuckers that if I ever catch them alone, they gonna go home minus their nuts!"

"Ok, Amy I get it. She is safe."

They both hugged goodbye. I could hear Amy murmur to her, "I'll pick you up here for school in the morning, ok?"

A whispered "Yes, thank you." came from Adrian.

We both went to the door to make sure she was safely on her way. After I closed the door, I turned to see that Adrian had backed up a few feet and stood there looking at me, like she was trying decide whether or not to take flight.

"What are you, Adrian?"

"Your little slave girl."

I simply said "Strip. All of it. Now." 

She hesitated just long enough to get "The Look" from me. After that it was a flurry to shed her clothes, not that she wore much in the first place.

When she stood in front of me with nothing to hide her nakedness, I could see the shaking of her body, and the tremble of her lower lip.

"You, my slave are absolutely beautiful, do You know that?"

"No Sir, I've been called nothing but an ugly fuck toy, and good for only one thing, for so long, I don't think I could ever think of myself as beautiful. I stand before you so ashamed because I am afraid you will think of me that way too, Sir."

"Are you mine, Adrian?"

"Yes Sir."

"I tell you that I see nothing, but a beautiful young lady standing in front of me, that has told me repeatedly that she belongs to me. Look into my eyes and tell me if you see any deception there."

"No Sir, my mind tells me that you believe exactly what you are saying. It is my body itself that is having a hard time believing it. I hope that makes sense, Sir." 

"Yes, my love, it makes sense. To help your body to learn that it is beautiful, is part of being your Master, if that is what you want. Tell me."

"You ARE my Master, Sir. I want to feel beautiful for you. Show me how."

"Good girl. Put your hands to your side and stand there...Yes, just like that, slave." 

"Is that body mine?"

"Yes Sir, all yours."

I walked over and touched her lips, "What are these?"

"My lips, Sir."

"Wrong...you say you are all mine, I make you repeat it many times, so that you have to think about it every time you answer me. So every time you tell me that you are my little slave girl, or that all of you is mine, there is a decision in your own mind that you either are or you are not. This also gives you every chance to say "NO" and be able to walk away with your freedom. When you say all of you is mine, I expect it to be so. Understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"So, I ask again, what are those?"

"They are your lips, Sir."

I rub her breasts. Just feeling those pointy nipples in my palms is a thrill all of it's own., "These?"

"They are your tits, Sir."

I let my hand slide down her tight stomach to lightly cup her sex, "And this, My love?"

I could feel that nervous shaking of hers start again, but she powered through to say, "That is your pussy, Sir." 

Her breathing had started to become heavier, so the shaking was not ALL fear.

"Good Girl, I know that was a hard one, you made me very proud."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Turn around, slave." 

As she did, I could see there was still a slight red flush that covered her bottom from her spanking. I rubbed each cheek a little hard, just to remind her of her recent punishment.

"And This?"

"Yes Sir, it is your ass." I turned her back around

"Good Girl. Now repeat my words as it will be a pledge to me from my little slave girl. Think hard on it, as from this point forward, if you break the pledge, we will part as Master and slave, and just be friends. Understand Adrian?"

"Yes Sir. I am scared a little, but I AM yours"

"I'd be worried if you weren't a little scared, but I need this, so that you know exactly what being my "Little slave girl" means.

"Yes Sir."

"Good Girl. Repeat after me, I Adrian pledge that I am my Master's little slave girl. I also pledge that my lips, my mouth, my tits, my pussy, my ass, that all of me belongs to my Master to use or to take anywhere, anytime, in any way that he pleases. I also understand my safe word will stop everything and anything at anytime I use it."

She repeated them back as I said them, line for line.

Was it a little much? Of course it was, but again, each line was really a way out for her, if she so chose. She could have bailed or called "Bullshit" at anytime, without penalty. 

I needed her to believe in this "pledge" if I had any hope of helping her through the shit she was going through. 

Let alone the even worse shit she would go through once she was away from the abuse, because that is when the nightmares really start chasing you, making you jump at shadows through your adult life.

Oh, just in case you are wondering, I have NOT forgotten that the 22 year old version of this beautiful little lady, is still in the corner of my living room in the present. She has stood there for a couple of hours more than once. She seems to love the anticipation of waiting for "Daddy" to punish her.

Meanwhile, back in the flashback...

The 18 year old version stood in front of me, naked, beautiful of course, slightly shaking and wondering, I'm sure what was to happen from here.

I felt that making her do a few "normal" things, might help her to get her mind to relax a little.

"I'm going to make a couple of sandwiches, ham and cheese, for me. What kind would you like? I have turkey and roast beef as well."

"I love roast beef, Sir. I don't get it much, but when I do, it is one of those things, that Amy calls a "Happy Moment". She tells me anytime I get a "Happy Moment" to remember it, and to treasure it. She's a good friend, so I take her advice. And when you mentioned roast beef, that "Happy Moment" just popped right into my head. You probably think that is silly."

"No my love, I don't think it is silly at all, in fact my respect for Amy just went up a couple of notches. Ok so roast beef it is. Cheese? Mayo? Mustard?"

"Cheese and most definitely Mustard, Sir."

It took me a minute to figure out why she was giggling. Then it hit me. "Mustard", was one of her words...Doh!

"Ok, Miss Smarty Pants, you got me...damn Brainiacs.." I broke up laughing right about then.

"OK, Baby, while I get the food ready, I want you to pick up the clothes you had on, take them and your back pack to the bedroom. Then wash up for dinner."

"Do I get dressed, Sir."

"No you DO NOT."

"Yes Sir!" It was hard to tell if this made her happy or scared, but I'd lean toward "happy" if I had to bet on it.

When she came back, I had two sandwiches each made for us, on plates with some potato chips as well, and a soda for each of us. I lead her over to the couch, where we sat down. I popped the TV on, gave her the remote and told her "pick something, I don't care what".

She just left it on the channel that was on when the TV came on. 

I wanted her "being naked" in my place to become second nature to her, as before long it would be the only way she would be, when in my place.

I looked over to see how she was holding up. She looked back at me and smiled very big. She liked this obviously, to be able to relax and not worry about anything outside of this apartment for a while.



It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 05



As we finished up our meal, I took the plates into the kitchen. I came back to the couch and stood in front of Adrian. I told her to stand up. Though she looked just a little leery, I noticed she wasn't shaking at all.

I took her in my arms, and gave her the best kiss I knew how to give, and she returned it just as hot as she got it. 

I finally let her go. I loved the feeling of her little body against mine, even though I was still wearing clothes.

"My love, we are going to have a very serious talk, before we go any further. You are as I want you, nude. I am not. Will you be ok answering some indelicate questions, with us like this, or would you rather I was naked as well?" 

"Like this, Sir. I am becoming very aware of how much you really are my Master. Not that my body didn't already know, but the mind, the mind had to catch up, Sir. My mind still has a wall or two up. But both mind and body understand, you are our Master, and this seems to be the proper way to do this, Sir."

"You took the long way around the block there, baby. But I must admit that your brain attracts me, almost as much as your body." 

"Thank you Sir. I pretty much have to hide it at home. I can't give them any reason to think I'm anything more than the "dumb cum slut", they think I am, Sir. 

"I understand, pet. Some of that is part of what I want us to talk about. Which means I want you speak freely with me. There is nothing to fear here."

"What if I show anger, Sir? 

"Feel free to do so, though I hope none of it will directed at me."

"I would never do that, Sir. I lov...I mean... I respect you too much to do that.

OH SHIT! Yes, I caught it. But, now was not the time to discuss it.

"I'm going to set 3 rules for when you are here with me, they will stand always. Ready Slave?"

"Yes Sir."

#1. This part of the apartment, is our free space. If you have a problem, or question, it is to be discussed out here, just like we will do in a few minutes. We are still Master and slave out here, but you have more freedom to be able to ask to speak your mind without penalty. Unless of course you are acting up, just to get in trouble. You know that will be dealt with accordingly. Do you understand and agree, Adrian?

"Yes Sir, I like that rule."

#2. This is non-negotiable. In that bedroom where you put your stuff, and where we will sleep tonight. That is the "no baggage" zone. Any emotional baggage either one of us may have, will be discussed out here. In there, it is STRICTLY Master and slave, the only thing you will have to protect you in there, is your Safe word. Of course, I will always take your feelings on things, and try to adjust accordingly, so that you won't have to use your word. But, use it if you must. Do you understand that in there, you do nothing but obey your Master?

"Yes Sir. Speaking freely, I find that scary as hell, but at the same time I feel my whole body tingling, like it is trying to tell you to simply take me."

"Good girl. I would say that means your inner submissive is in agreement with the terms."

"Yes, I believe that is exactly what it is, Sir."

#3. Also, non-negotiable. Any time you are here, unless Amy or some friends may be here, you will be exactly as you are now. If you are 3 feet inside that door, there better be a trail of clothes behind you. I say Amy, because she is still 17, after she is 18, the rule will apply. Do you understand this rule?"

"Yes Sir, the "freedom" I guess is the right word, anyway, that feeling makes me tingle as well."

"Good girl"

"No Sir. Good little slave girl."

"Agreed"

We both sat back down on the couch. She, being more nimble than I, was able to turn her body completely toward me. The way she sat, gave me my very first view of her sex in all of it's glory.

I've said it a few times, and will again. Everything about this little lady was just simply beautiful.

"May I say, that watching your pussy starting to become aroused and wet, with neither one of us touching it, is one of the most erotic things I've ever seen."

"Thank you, Sir. But it is YOUR pussy, and I am getting wet, I think, because I am looking at the man that will make sure it IS his, and that makes my...no, it makes YOUR body tingle like crazy. Is that feeling what they call "being horny" Sir?" 

"That is what I would call it, pet. There ARE other symptoms, But, I would say that would be one of the first signs of it."

"I notice you call me "pet" sometimes, Sir. Is there something to this, that I'm missing?

"Well, my love, it is a "pet name" for you. I will call you many things as we get deeper into this, such as; whore, slut, cunt. You've already heard me call you "bitch" a couple of times. The rougher, or nastier names can and will be used, when we are in an intense sexual situation, but they also are "pet names" used hopefully to ratchet up the intensity for both of us. When we are talking, like this for example, I just say "pet". When you hear that, you should think exactly what you think when you hear me call you "slave". "Pet", is just a nicer way to remind you, whether we are here, or in public, that you are owned by me, as you have sworn you are." 

"I understand, Sir. I have read a lot about this stuff, but I am finding, that in practice, I HAVE a lot to learn. Luckily, I believe I have found the best teacher."

"As it should be, pet." We both giggled a bit at this.

I found myself, some how getting lost in looking at her pussy. Watching the labia start to become more pronounced, as her arousal grew, which in turn, led to more moisture appearing along her slit. One little tear drop of her wetness was hanging at the top, almost as if held there by her clit. 

I say again, the beauty of it, the eroticism of it, just kind of captivated me, until a thought ran through my head of a way to capture this moment, a way that only the two of us could share. And most likely for just this one moment in eternity.

I sat there, alternately lost in her sex, and then lost in her emerald eyes, and then back to her pussy. Yet this thought would not let me go, and the enormity of the emotion that it would carry for me. I could only hope that it would carry the same strong emotion for her.

Not trusting my voice not to crack and ruin this moment, I spoke in a low whisper that only we could hear.

"Look into my eyes, pet. Under no circumstances, with what is to follow, stop looking into my eyes. You will not speak, and you will do exactly as I have done, when it is your turn. You will know the proper time. Do not fail me, my slave. This is for us and us alone."

Never taking my eyes from hers, I slowly reached over to where I knew her sex to be. She was perfectly still, as my finger found her slit. I ran my finger from bottom to top, only slightly parting her lips, hoping against hope, that I had collected the little tear drop that had so enthralled me.

I then slowly brought my finger to my own lips, and sucked her sweet juices from it.

Her eyes widened slightly at this, but she never lost contact with our gaze.

Slowly, I again found her slit with the very same finger, once again going bottom up, I collected more of her essence. This time when I removed my finger, I brought it to her lips, again her eyes widened, but she accepted my offering, and sucked on my finger in the most delicate way. 

God, my heart was pounding so hard, It filled my ears like a drum. I have never been this turned on in my life.

I just slightly nodded to her.

To her credit, she did not hesitate. She did not even try to question with her eyes.

I sensed her movement, and accepted her finger as it reached my lips. I will never taste anything sweeter than I tasted in that moment.

I was still trying to savor her taste, when her finger left my mouth. She moved slightly, and with a glint in her eye that could only be construed as wonder at her own willingness, she took her finger into her own mouth, and slowly...so slowly, took her first taste of herself. Her eyes told me she had liked it.

"That won't be the last time you taste yourself, my love. Kiss me."

And she did.

As we broke the kiss, and settled back into our starting places, my first question just popped out.

"Where did you learn to kiss like that? You damn near make my toes curl with that tongue of yours. And I'm supposed to be the one in charge here. I'm supposed to be making YOUR toes curl."

"Trust me, Sir, my toes DID curl. I think my whole body curled, actually."

"So, did they...?"

"God, No Sir!, please never think anything like that, please, please, please!"

"OK, pet, calm down. You kiss with enough passion to wrap almost anyone you want around your little finger, baby. I'm just puzzled at how you can be so hot with your mouth. You have told me you've never had a boyfriend, but did you at least kiss a boy somewhere along the way?"

"No Sir, no boy at all. I am ashamed to say this, but Amy and I have experimented with kissing. She had a boyfriend for awhile, so she tried to teach me what she learned from kissing him. It just never really did anything for me. My teacher was you, Sir." 

"Me?"

"Yes Sir, that kiss at the theater before we went inside, was my very first real kiss. I just followed your lead, and pretty soon my body was telling me exactly what to do...from there it just seemed like magic. YOU, Sir taught me how to kiss. Just as I expect my Master to teach me a lot of things. If you still want me, that is?"

"Honey, I am flattered from what you told me, but I tell you here and now, that if you ever again question whether I "still" want you or not, I promise you, that you will not be able to sit down for a week! Not only that, but you won't be allowed to use the pain to cum to, either. Want to try me?"

"No Sir, I believe you!"

"Question time, slave. Ready?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You are completely shaved, not even stubble. Is that by your choice, Adrian?"

"No Sir. I don't know if I would want it to be shaved or not, I mean I've seen them in those little porn movies on the sites. Some are as bare as I am. Some look like you could start a forest fire down there, those are mostly older movies though. I never had a choice either way, as soon as I started getting a little bit down there, my dad told my mom to shave it off, and to teach me how to do it. He told me I better always look like his "little girl" down there, or he would hurt me and my mom."

"So your mom knows all of the stuff that has happened to you, Adrian?"

"Sir, she is as much his slave, as I am yours. When he does stuff to me, it is rape or whatever. When he does things to her, he is using his slave. He even made her kiss my pussy after she shaved it the first time, just to humiliate her. She must have said something to him later that scared him, because he never made her do anything like that again."

"Wow" was all I could say.

"Yeah, Wow. If only you knew how hard it is to tell you this stuff. But, you are my Master and you ordered it. Speaking of which, please stop calling me "Adrian" for awhile. I am YOUR slave, treat me as such, Sir. I've earned that much. It will help me with the anger, so I can tell you these things."

"You are wise beyond your years, Grasshopper."

She actually giggled at that.

She gathered it together and asked "How do you want it to be, Master?"

"Well, I am very partial to that little pussy, so I will accept it anyway it comes to me, Pet."

"I heard what you said, Sir. But, It is what you didn't say that I need to hear, Master."

"Well, truth be told, I prefer it somewhere between bald and the "Forest" as you called it. Remember, I like giving pain, and one of the ways I like to do that is by pulling on pussy hair, especially if it is on the lips of said pussy. When I go down on a female, I've been known to pull her lips wide open by her pubic hair. I guess you could call it "having a little pain with your pleasure", but then again, I'm not called the Demonmaster for nothing, you know?"

"Sir, I will have to wear it this way as long as I am there."

"It is ok, pet. I understand the situation. Besides, that pussy is mine, so you bring it to me, in any way you need to. Tell Master it is his, slave."

"It is Your pussy, Master. Please never doubt that. Besides, I'm not going to be there much longer, Sir."

"Explain, slave."

"Well, you know Graduation is right around the corner. You already know I have a "full ride" at UCF. The deal I made with UCF, states that a dorm room must be ready for me as soon as High School is over, so I could get started on some summer classes. But, really it is so "they" won't know where I am. I'm 18, so even if they call the cops over me vanishing...well do you really think they are going to want the police involved?"

"Why would you take summer classes, and not just have some time to yourself?"

"I wouldn't get the dorm room as early if I didn't. I never told you about my 15 year old brother, who has tried to sneak into my room a couple of times. Dad caught him both times and beat the livin' shit out of him. But, get this, he turns 16 over the summer, And do I really need to explain, what or rather who has been promised to him on that birthday?"

"You are kidding, right?"

"No Sir, I wish I fucking was...Sorry, Sir there is some of that anger I was telling you about."

"No need to be sorry, we discussed the rules remember?"

"Yes Sir, I want to cry, but I've cried so much over the years, I don't have much left. I CAN say, that I thank God, as you should also, that I have Amy in my life. I'd of been dead and gone, long ago, if not for her. That's God's honest truth Sir."

"Yes, pet. I've picked up just how important to each other that you two are."

"Sir, please ask more of your questions, I need my mind on something else."

"OK, I need to know if you are on Birth Control."

"Are you kidding, Sir? Right after my first cycle, my dad made my mom take me to the Doctor to get the pill. He said, and I quote Sir,"There ain't gonna be no 3 eyed water heads running around here as no kinda evidence, you understand me, woman?!" She just said "Yes Sir" and took me right then. Answer your question, Sir?"

"Yes, it does, my love. A bit more of that anger there, hmmm?

"Yes, Sir, but you said it was ok."

"That, I did slave, that I did. That's enough questions for now, pet."

"Then, I need to say something to you, Sir. May I still speak freely?"

"Of course, My Love."

She took a deep breath as if to steady herself, looked me in the eye once again, and started.

"Sir, You know that Amy and I look at porn on the net. I've also found a few sites that have dirty stories on them, even some with some romance thrown in. I've read a lot of them, and I see something that comes up a lot, In stories where the girl had been raped, then after much hand wringing and stuff, finally decides to be with the guy she loves. This guy in every story always says the same thing. "But, It IS your first time, My Love." or some variation there of."

"Yes, I've seen it myself."

"Well, I know that you are going to "pound my ass into the mattress" to make my pussy yours, just as I want it to be. I need it that way, hopefully to take away all those times some mean little dick bastard thought he knew how to treat a pussy. Anyway, when we get around to something I haven't done before, you can give me that line, and I will be happy to hear it. But, for the Love Of God, Sir, please don't feed me that line when you make this wet pussy yours. I beg you, please Sir, just don't."

"Agreed, slave."

How did she know that I was really going to say that to her? Because, I had fully intended to do so.

Brainiacs...sigh.



It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 06



I again told her to stand. I then took her hand in mine, and we walked to the entrance of the hallway. I stopped her there, let go of her hand, then put my arm around her very small waist. 

I waited. She eventually got it, and started us moving down the hallway to the entrance of the bedroom, and we stopped again. 

I would bet money, that at this time, when she was looking into where things were "going to get real", she only thought of it as "THE ROOM". I gave her these few moments, to let it sink in, that this was really going to happen.

I must admit, I love this part. Maybe it is the sadist in me. But, only working on a mental level, rather than a pain level. That would come soon enough.

I brought my hand up her back, traveling the spine, and doing so, very slowly. The shiver of her body at this, had the already pacing "Demon", start to move faster.

My hand now on the back of her neck, I leaned into her ear and in a very low tone, I said,"You've met your Master. Are you ready to meet your Demon, slave?"

"Yes Sir" She said in a very hushed whisper.

"I will tell you one time, slave. If you want to really meet him, act like you fucking mean it!"

"Yes Sir, I want him! I need him! I need YOU! Make Me YOURS!!"

With that, she made the first step into the room, without my urging.

Moving my hand up her neck, I finally did what I had wanted to do for so long, while I waited for her to be ready. 

I grabbed the hair on the back of her head, and pulled her back to my mouth. I was not gentle.

"You will tell me exactly what is mine, just as we did earlier, and tell me just how much they belong to me, bitch!"

"They are your tits, Sir! It is your mouth, your pussy, your ass, Sir! All of me is yours to take and use anytime, anywhere, and in anyway you choose Sir!"

"No reservations, slave?"

"I can't lie to you Sir, there are a couple, but I meant what I said. So it is for you to break all of me to your will!"

Still holding her hair very tightly, I said, "Very well, pet. We shall see. What will happen now, little one, is you will go to the hallway closet. You will find several large bath towels in there. Take one, go to the big bathroom and take a shower. As you said, your mouth, tits, ass, and pussy belong to me. I want them washed very clean, because I plan to kiss, lick, suck, and/or fuck, every one of them. If I don't get them all tonight, I will get them soon."

I let up on her hair, just a bit, to add, "I don't know how often you are allowed time to yourself in the bathroom. I imagine you probably never have been able to feel safe enough in one, to take a leisurely shower. For this, take all the time you need. Get your mind right, and my body ready. When you are done and dried, you will walk to hallway entrance and let me know you are ready. You will then come back to this room, and lay down on this bed, on your back. Your arms and legs will be spread out as far as you can get them. Do you understand all of this, slave?"

"Yes Sir!" The voice was a bit shakey, so I turned her around, took her in my arms, and again kissed her passionately.

After the kiss, I said in a softer voice, "I mean every word of it, pet. I will see you soon."

With this, I kissed her on the forehead, and left the room.

I was sitting on the couch. The TV was on, but I wasn't really seeing it. I was aware of the shower running. However, my mind was going from one scenario to another, almost at light speed.

I saw her in all kinds of positions. I saw her doing many things. I also saw where I would be in each of these scenes. 

I decided that I was over thinking it. I had to be her Master, her Demon, her lover, and her teacher. In short, I had to be me. She had her "way out" well in hand, should "being me", become too much for her.

I know that would read to some as redundant, but I was trying to help her with her mental demons, yet be the Demonmaster for her, and to her. A tightrope act, if you will.

With all of this running through my head, I missed hearing the shower stop running. In fact, I actually jumped a bit when her voice came from the hallway.

"I am ready, Sir." She then vanished quickly into the bedroom.

I gave her a minute to get into position as ordered. I then walked down the hallway to the room. I stepped in to see that she was exactly as she had been told to be.

I'll admit, I wanted to jump right in, right then. But, I too had something to do first. I quickly shed my clothes. I felt her eyes on me the whole time. I went to the closet, got my own towel, and walked back into the room.

"I'm going to take a shower now, slave. Do NOT move from that position in any way."

"Yes, Sir."

I took a nice hot shower, noticing that she had neatly arranged her shampoo and other things she needed. She had been very careful about it. I believe this goes back to what I had told her before her shower. I just knew that she never felt safe in her shower at home. I don't know how it was at Amy's house, but I would imagine she was constantly on alert, when she felt she would be at her most vulnerable.

So her taking the time to arrange her things in the bathroom, most likely for getting ready for school in the morning, showed me that I had earned something very valuable from her; Trust.

After drying off, I went back to the bedroom. She had not moved. Her hands/arms being as stretched out as I had told her to be, would have become painful before now, yet she had not moved them an inch.

I walked up to bottom end of the bed, and stood there "drinking" her in.

"Slave, if you learn nothing else from me, learn this; I find you to be one of the most beautiful, and sexy women that I have seen in longer than I can remember. I already have you in my bed, in my power, so lying to you would not be needed. So believe me, you are exactly as I described you."

"Thank you Sir. I won't argue the point with you, especially not in here."

"Smart girl. You may relax your arms, they must be on fire by now. You can put them anywhere, except your body. If you put your hands on the body that I own, without permission. You will have welts on that ass of mine, with clear orders given to Amy to make you show them where and to whom she sees fit. I think she would love that little power trip. Do you understand, slave girl?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Good girl."

As I stood there, looking down at her, I must admit that the Demon was screaming in my ear,"Just take her, and as she said, "pound her ass into the mattress"! C'mon man, you have teased me with this gorgeous piece for awhile, now. Just take it!"

I know that sounds crazy, but I call the "Man" part of me, The Demon. What I mean by the "Man" part, is where we as men, could care less what the female feels or wants. 

All we know is we have been given a green light to fuck her, and all that matters at that point is, the shortest route to get in, and try to keep it going long enough that she enjoys it. But, at some point in there, our only goal somehow becomes just to cum, as fast as we can.

Put that on steroids, add in a sadistic twist, and you have The Demon.

Ever since I realized what I was (A Dom), I made it a point to stay in control of myself at all times. For me to be an effective Master it boiled down to one thing; If I can't control myself and/or The Demon, I have no right to try and control anyone else. 

Yes, just that simple.

So what the Demon wanted, was the same as playing checkers. You know the rudimentary moves, and you keep playing until you win. Read that as "Cum".

But as for me, I delight in making the Demon play Chess. I barely know the moves, but I do know it is a game of strategy. Yes, the goal is the same, to capture the Queen. Yes, I know that to win, you must put the King in mortal danger, but without the Queen, the King means nothing. 

Unless of course you'd rather just jack off. But, isn't that the reason you try to get the Queen in first place, so you DON'T have to do it your self?

Now that I have thoroughly confused the shit out of everyone, including myself. My point is that your partner needs and wants more than just checkers. Even if they are your slave.

That goes for Straight, Gay, or Bi couples. Checkers is fucking for self need, Chess is Romance for mutual need. That applies even if the sex itself is rough and tumble.

Just personal opinion, you know?

So even the sadistic fucker that I am, still wants it to be Chess once in awhile.

And, if anyone deserved that approach, it was for damn sure, Adrian.

My opening in this case is almost ALWAYS what I call "The Tease Gambit"

Teasing, is the key to a lot of doors. Ladies, Gentlemen, hear this please. Who ever is the top in your relationship, in whatever combination you are in, Teasing, as in light, loving teasing, building to the ultimate moment, and taking the long route to get there, is one of the best ways to put the Romance, the need, the wanting, back into what has become a stale relationship. Or even, one that is on the way to becoming stale, or the same old, same old.

Again, just my personal opinion. That and 30 bucks will get you a steak dinner.

As for my beautiful slave laying in front of me, willing to accept anything I do to her. Even for all of that, I back The Demon down just a bit, and choose to use my own advice.

I open with the "Tease Gambit".

"My slave, this will not make sense to you right now, as I know you think it can't happen but one way. However, I need to warn you of the rule you must NEVER break."

She looked up at me, with a question in her expression.

"No matter what happens, no matter how you feel, no matter how turned on you become, you never, and I mean NEVER, cum without my permission. As I said, you think it can't happen except for the way you do it. As your Master, it is part of my mission to teach and show you otherwise. Do you understand this rule, Slave Adrian?"

She gave me a very shakey, "Yes Sir, I understand."

"Good Girl. Now we will see if we can turn you into a Good "Bad" Girl."

At this point, I leaned down, and kissed her ankle. The shiver that ran through her body at this unexpected touch, was a truly wonderful thing to watch.

I repeated it, then moved to the other ankle and did the same thing. I went back to the original ankle, which was her left one. I then proceeded to slowly kiss and lick my way up that smooth leg, not missing that magic spot right behind the knee, taking forever to reach her inner thigh. I could smell her arousal, and felt her tense up just a bit. I then kissed and licked my way very slowly back down to her left ankle.

I moved to her right ankle and began again. Kissing and licking so slowly up to her inner thigh on that side. The smell of her arousal, even stronger now. I slowly kissed and licked around her sex, first one way, then the opposite way, and repeated this, all without touching her pussy in anyway. Not even a breath touched those nether lips.

I should point out, that by this time, her body had started shaking. However, it was a slow rhythmic movement. As a musician, I quickly picked up that her body was shaking to the exact rhythm of my kisses and licks.

I took one more turn around her sex, and I noticed that she was ever so gently trying to put her pussy to my lips. But, I had again reached the top of the circle, and this time, my licks and kisses started northward over her stomach.

I almost missed it, being so into what I was doing. But, she let out a (very low to be sure), frustrated, almost impatient sigh.

In the "Tease Gambit", this is known as reaching First base. 

Yes, I know that was a terrible mix of metaphors, but since I invented the "Tease Gambit", I'll invent the metaphors as well, if you please.

I continued licking my way up her stomach, not forgetting her sides which were lavished with both tongue and lip. As I gained upward ground as it were, It became apparent that I would now have to join her fully on the bed.

In fact, I would be directly above her body. Her small frame, made it easy to keep the weight of my body off of her for now. So even though she now had her Master's body completely over her, all she felt were my lips and tongue still exploring her body.

Oh, and lest I forget, Little Demon would also be in contact with her, advancing up her body just as my mouth was doing. 

Yes, this was fully by design. The sound of her breathing becoming heavier, confirmed that this was the right move.

I kissed and licked my way up to her breasts. I put the "Tease Gambit" into overdrive at this point. Every part of this area was lavished with tongue and kiss. I spent many minutes kissing every part of each breast, only to begin again, several times.

Now, two things were happening here, that led directly to a third one. As I said, I spent much time on her breasts, every part of them...except the nipples.

Not once did I do more than let her feel my breath on her nipples. I've told you before how long they are and how hard they could become. But, this time they surpassed by far anything I had seen of them before. It's an old cliche', but in this instance it was absolutely true; She could have cut glass with those weapons.

So, that's the first thing.

Meanwhile, I had moved in ways that made sure that my cock would rub or bounce off of already sensitive places. I had noticed by this point, that she had put her arms to her sides. I had maneuvered myself so that it was only inches from her hand. 

This was the second thing

I took one long lick straight across one of those hard nipples, she actually moaned. Her hand, I'm guessing by instinct and need, took a light hold on my now rock hard cock.

Ladies and Gentlemen, we have now reached Second Base. 

After that one long lick across her nipple, and the desired outcome achieved, I went straight back into teasing mode.

This time, I had moved up to her neck, again lavishing kisses and licks on every bit of her neck that I could reach on both sides. I even took a soft nip and then kiss of the bottom of each ear as I reached them.

She was almost panting by this time. Her hand was rapidly working on my shaft. I did the first truly mean thing I had done all night so far, I forced her to release me, by removing her hand from it. Though by doing this, I "accidentally" shifted my self, so that my sex, laid directly on top of hers. 

I simply held still (my activities at her chest continued). As I slowly, took the one untouched nipple into my mouth and softly sucked on it.

Her body was now pushing up into my cock, trying desperately for a way to capture it.

I let her work as hard as she could, until she had finally just caught the very tip, just enough to barely let her pussy feel it. I then pulled my hips away, taking my dick away from her.

The moan of frustration that escaped her mouth, was truly a pleasure to The Demon.

Houston, we have reached third base.

The trick with teasing is not to push it too long. When your lover is sprouting goose bumps, breathing/panting very heavily, and trying very hard to throw their sex at you. It's time to take care of business, know what I mean? 

The point is that when the teasing reaches the level described above. It is time to move on to level 2. I'll let you decide what that means for you. I will tell you what it meant in this situation.

All 3 of the conditions listed above existed for Adrian, and I.

If you remember that I am dealing with a young lady that has endured "Bad Things" from the very people who are supposed protect her from those very same "Bad Things", Remember all of that, and you will see that just getting her this far was a minor miracle. And no, I am not trying to slap myself on the back. I'm just the lucky slob that got the chance to do this with this amazing girl.

SO, all of that said, at this point, I began my "retreat" for lack of a better word.

I lavished much attention on her breasts and nipples, no coyness this time. I had let my cock lay back down on top of her sex, and she was grinding the two together very strongly. But, as I retraced my trail back down her body, kissing and licking all the way, I had to back up, which eventually meant my sex left hers, as the lower half of my body once again left the bed.

I finished this phase just as had I started it, with a kiss to each ankle.

The Demon just could not resist twisting the blade, so to speak.

"Would you like to stop now, slave?"

She looked up at me with a look of pure lust AND anger.

"As your slave, I would say, Master does what he wants and I will obey."

"But?"

"But, as someone who has never felt ANYTHING like this before. As someone who fucking loves how you make her feel. As someone who needs your touch right now more than air itself. I tell you SIR, that if you leave me in this state, you better chain me down, because if you don't, I will cut your throat open in your sleep! With all due respect of course, Sir!"

"Wow! Is my little slave girl growing up?"

"Yes, I am, and it is YOUR fault Sir. FUCKING FIX THIS! Unless of course, the big bad Demonmaster wants to use his little safe word...Sir."

"Oh, you beautiful little bitch, just remember you said that!"

With that, I made my next move very fast. I grabbed those ankles of hers, and very powerfully pulled her to the end of the bed. I stopped when her ass was on the edge.

Keeping her ankles in my grip, I put her legs over my shoulders. This opened her up like a flower, and I let my "bee" get right to her opening. I just let her feel the head of it between her lips. She was already trying to push down to take it.

I pulled back, and very quickly slapped her little pussy 3 times, hard enough to sting.

"Don't say a fucking word, you little cunt!" , Which put a stop to whatever she had started to say, immediately.

I got to my knees, with her legs still over my shoulder. I then placed a kiss right on her clit.

She suddenly got very still. 

I reached up to manipulate her nipples as well.

"Tell me, slave, have you been kissed here before?"

"No Sir. That kiss that my mom was made to do was right at the top, where you kissed me awhile ago."

"not even Amy?"

"No Sir. We talked about it. She teased me a lot that she was going to do it, but she never did."

"I find it hard to believe that with the way you and Amy feel about each other, that nothing happened. Now is the time to come clean, slave!"

"All we ever did Sir, was the kissing I told you about. A couple of times we touched each other's thing. It was fun, but I never came from it. You know I can only cum one way, Sir."

"And Amy?"

"She is a firecracker, Sir. If I touched just the right place, she would lose it. I would have to kiss her at those times just to muffle her screams, Sir."

"Good girl. Is this mine?"

"Yes Sir, it is your pussy, to use in any way that you choose. I am sorry about before, Sir."

"Not as sorry as you are going to be, slave. That crack about the safe word, was just a touch too far."

"Yes Sir"

What she didn't know, was that I wasn't punishing her right now. I'm just going to taste something, I've wanted for a long time.

I went in slowly, almost back to the "Tease Gambit", but on a different level.

My tongue went between her parted labia, and I licked and kissed her just as if we were french kissing. I loved her taste, just as I knew I would. I couldn't get enough. 

I used every pussy eating trick I knew, and invented some on the spot. I even dropped down and took a quick lick of her anus. This is not something, you'll find me doing often.

She had been pushing and grinding into my face ever since I started licking her. But, that one quick lick of her ass, sent her into an almost frenzy.

I started to formulate a plan. My mission here was to show her that she COULD cum from the attention of someone else (namely; Her Master). But, she had also been warned not to cum without permission.




It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 06



The way this worked was, there may be an apple pie in the fridge, but you really don't care. You don't even think about, it's in there if you want it. So, it doesn't matter.

But, let a parent, or any other authority figure tell you, "That last piece of Apple pie in there is mine, so don't touch it. I'll eat it later."

Well, humans being humans, that pie will now haunt your every thought. Always on the edge of your mind. If your "want" has become strong enough, you'll dream about that damn piece of pie...until you just have to have it, and WILL have it, even though you know, you will get in trouble.

So, now imagine being told you can't do the only thing that makes you feel good, without permission from the person you have pledged your very breath to.

What would YOU be fixated on?

I damn sure knew what my little slave girl was fixated on. 

And just to drive the stake in harder, as it were, I told her, "Tell me the rule, the one that the slave must never break."

Just as she was in the middle of answering, I took a long slow lick of her little rose bud. She got the answer out, but her voice broke up way before she got it all out.

She was humping my face so hard, my nose started to feel like it was being punched. I didn't care. I was on the precipice of something happening, that could only be called a thing of beauty.

For every 10 or so licks of her gorgeous pussy, she received one to her bud. She's a smart girl, she caught on quickly, and would grind her hardest when she knew that lick was coming.

The Demon then gave me a great plan to reach our goal, So I made the adjustment to bring it to fruition.

I made sure my mouth was completely on her clit, licking very softly now. I did a slow countdown in my head. When the count reached zero, I pinched the two nipples that were already in my fingers. When I say "pinch", trust me she was going to feel that pain for at least a couple of days.

At the exact moment of said pinch, I sucked her clit as hard as I dared.

Her whole body seemed to leave the bed, for at least 10 seconds. 

Talk about "Sensory Overload". While I am sure she did not yet cum, she did however pass out.

I took the few seconds of her unawareness, to bring my hands down to where the action was, as it were. I placed a thumb on each side of her pussy. They were there to apply pressure when I chose to do so.

One of them also had a very special mission, which will become apparent shortly.

When she became aware once again, she found my tongue still licking her in every way possible. She also felt the two thumbs rubbing and applying pressure on either side of her pussy. She was lying there trying to adjust to this new sensation, just as my evil self took a long slow lick of her bud.

The moan that escaped her mouth, was just as satisfying to hear, as was the huge push she gave to grind her sex into my face.

But, the real thing that made this all very close to a successful mission, was the hand that she had now placed on my head, trying hard to pull my face into her pussy, just as she was grinding said pussy, hard into my face.

Knowing everything that you have learned about this lovely lady, would you ever have put money on her doing this?

No we have not achieved orgasm yet. But, in the "Gambit" we have slid into home base.

Now it was time to swing for the fences, so to speak.

I once again, licked that little rose bud. This time I stayed with it longer than any time previously.

The sounds escaping her mouth can only be described as "Animalistic"

She really couldn't push herself into my face any harder than she already was.

What I COULD feel, was that her hand on my head was opening and closing, almost as if she was weighing the danger of actually grabbing my hair. I found this very interesting.

I upped the ante, and let the right thumb slowly overcome her lip, as if it were making a difficult journey, until it was right at the "doorway". She immediately, moved her hips in that direction and pushed down trying to bring this "new thing" into the center of her being. 

I let her try to get it for a minute or so, until her motions became more demanding.

At this point, I shoved it straight in, she moaned very loudly, trying hard to fuck my thumb. I let her do this until I was rewarded with her other hand now reaching my head. It was also opening and closing, still undecided if this meant punishment or not. 

Her holding my head to her sex, feeling my tongue on her clit, and my thumb letting her fuck it, had really sent her into another dimension. She was no longer in control of her actions at all.

Now was the moment. I removed my thumb. She now had my hair and pulling hard to keep my face there.

Just at this exact second, my thumb went straight into her ass hole, quick and hard.

Like I said, I knew it would be a thing of beauty. 

And it was.

Her body went into some kind of convulsions. Like she said before, her whole body curled. Granted, I'm going by feeling rather than sight, because two hands had a death grip on my head and hair, pulling my face as far and as hard into her pussy as it could possibly go. The rush of her juices into my mouth, left no doubt, that my little slave girl was cumming.

Not that I missed her screaming over and over,"I'm CUMMING! OH MY GOD! I'M CUUUUUMMMMIIINNNGG!!

Same sentence, same scream, over and over.

Oh, My evil little self was fucking her ass hole with my thumb just as hard as I possibly could.

This my friends was the Home Run.

As to the "Gambit?" Well speaking metaphorically of course, my move at this point would be to declare the game won.

Kill the King, AND rape the Queen.

Metaphorically of course.

And the night was just getting started.



It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 07



While she was still in the throes of her orgasm, I had managed to slip my hair out of her hands, and my face out of her quivering sex. I had put my free thumb on her clit, rubbing lightly. Meanwhile, I left the other one in her little bud. Any fucking that was happening there at this point, was all her.

As I felt her start to come down off of the wave of her release, The Demon was once again screaming in my ear, "Take this bitch! Take her NOW!!"

I'm thinking "Fuck Yeah! Time to claim my property!" I then removed both thumbs.

I rose to my feet, kept those legs over my shoulders, and made sure her pussy was in a straight line shot. I reared my hips back, and was just about to make the power thrust of all thrusts, straight in as deep and as hard as I could go.

Just before, I "pulled the trigger", She busted out crying. I don't mean just crying because she had finally felt herself cum for real. I mean the kind of cry that wracked her whole body. Her legs left my shoulders, and she immediately went into the fetal position. She was crying so hard, that my heart went right out to her. 

I really had no choice. I bent over her, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, and said, "I'm here, Baby."

Her body shifted, and her arms were around my neck so fast and hard, I thought I would lose my senses.

"Tell me, pet."

She stayed silent except for the crying, which by this point had slowed down. She still had the death grip of a hug, clamped on.

Then, I thought of something that may help. I simply shifted her body, took her in my arms, and picked her up off of the bed.

I carried her back to the couch, back to our "talk" place. I could tell very quickly that this had been the right move. She loosened up the death grip and moved her self into my lap.

Her mouth was at my ear, and she whispered "Thank you, Sir. Thank you."

"What exactly are you thanking me for, Baby girl?"

"You did something I thought would never happen, Sir. You made me feel like I was a woman. More than that, you made me feel wanted, I mean REALLY wanted. What you did was amazing. I'm a wanted woman, and we haven't even had sex yet. Just amazing."

"Adrian, Honey. Before you give me too much credit, a lot of that was you. And someday, the right guy, or girl would have come along and would have been able to do the same thing."

"Maybe you are right, Sir. But what you don't get, is that IT WAS that big, that strong, because you made me yours. You didn't just make me tell you that I was yours, many times, I might add. But, in that whole thing in there, you MADE me yours. My head felt it, my heart felt, my soul felt it. And because of that is why I just broke down. Because, If I told you what I was thinking right afterwards, I'm not sure you would understand or take it the right way."

"Ok, this sounds serious. We need to talk. Go get us a couple of sodas, and we will hash it out. I will remind you though, this is a school night. You have to get some rest sometime."

"Yes Sir" She said as she went to get the drinks.

To my Dear Readers; I can almost hear some of you at this point going "What the fuck!?! He finally started the sex scene, and now they are going to talk again? Really? That's not how a "Dirty Story" goes! C'mon dude, you are supposed to be tearing her pussy up right now, fuck the crying!" 

Or some variation thereof.

You are right of course, that is NOT how your typical "Dirty Story" goes. But, this is not the typical "Dirty Story". I'm not just making shit up, I'm telling you things that happened. In my 52 years, I've had things happen that would curl your hair, as they used to say. Just as many of you have had, I'd imagine.

Sure, the dialogue might be a little too pat, or perfect, or whatever. But, I AM working from memory. None of us here would be able to remember things "note for note" as they say in music, but trust me, it's close, it's damn close.

So, why would I stop things where I did and have a talk with Adrian (not her real name)? Because, it happened that way!

I've taken great pains to try and explain the shit she had lived through for 18 years, only slightly modified, at her request, because those assholes are still out there.

Knowing all of that, and knowing how I felt about her and was starting to feel even more about her. Why would it be so out of the norm, that I would stop everything to let her tell me what she needed to say?

Yes, I'm The Demonmaster, the sadist I have presented myself to be. But, I'm still a human being, with all of the feelings that come with being one. and as I explained earlier, I carry some of the same "scars" as she does.

Ok, pity party over. Those of you who will continue on this journey with me, I Thank you.

Adrian had returned to the couch, with the sodas. She somehow just could not get close enough to me to suit her, so she ended up back in my lap. The funny part was, my dick was still rock hard, and was stuck under her somewhere. I had to shift her a bit, to make myself more comfortable.

She actually giggled at this, and had mostly dried her eyes. I took this as a good sign.

"I think he likes me." another giggle.

"Are you kidding, right now he wants to be fucking you so hard, that your head is banging off of the headboard!"

"Yes, you have been patient haven't you, Sir? I thank you for that, more than you could ever imagine. I do however plan to try and show you how much it means to me, by making "him" happy over and over."

"The state you have him and me in right now, is gonna make that a long hard job, pet."

"Well, I plan to do just that, Sir. But, I needed to talk with you a little more first."

"I'm here baby, talk to me."

"Yes Sir"

"I'm really trying to figure out where to start, because like I said before, I'm very afraid that you will take it the wrong way, and change what we have. That is the farthest thing away from what I'll be trying to get across, Sir."

"I have always found, pet, that when you have something weighing on you that hard, It's best to treat it like a bandage. Meaning, that no matter how easy you try to take it off, it is still going to hurt. Taking it off slow, will just make it hurt longer. If you just grip it and get it over with, It will still sting, but not as long."

"But, I'm not in any way trying to sting you, Sir. I'm trying to make sure that when the time comes, you do what you have to do to "sting" me. And I'm not talking about sex, Sir. I know my Master will have many "stings" for me, and these I look forward to, if you can believe that. I have hurt "bad" for a long time, I want to hurt "good" now. If that sounds crazy, blame it on having a Brainiac for a slave, Sir"

I couldn't help but chuckle at that. Which actually seemed to make her visibly relax a little.

"I would say then, my little Brainiac slave, that it is time to explain things to me, and stop going around and around the block. I'm semi-intelligent myself, so I think I can keep up."

Again she giggled. Then took a very deep breath, and started to explain. I tried to let her go until she got it all out, but I just had to interject at some points.

"Sir, until 15 minutes ago, I had NO idea, that an orgasm like that could even exist. I mean, Amy and I, see these girls moaning like crazy, some even doing what I must have looked like when it happened to me. We thought it was fake, just something to make the guys that are watching "Get Off" But, it is real, it is really, really real! If I never feel that again, I will remember it until I'm a 110 years old."

"Like I said, you MADE me yours, right then and there, Sir. It is one thing to say I'm yours, and do anything you say. It is completely something different to "KNOW" that you own me. I know it now, 100%. I don't think there is anything that you could tell me to do, that I wouldn't kill myself trying to do. Does that make sense, Sir?"

"Yes, it makes sense, slave. Though , I've never heard it put that way before."

"Well, have no doubt, I AM YOURS. But, therein lies the problem, Sir."

"Then explain, Pet."

"Ok Sir. This hit me in the aftermath of that wonderful gift you gave me. I am half in love with you, Sir. Amy is too, by the way, and you haven't even touched her yet.

It gets more complicated, when I figured out at THAT moment, that I am STILL falling in love with you, and I will continue to do so until I could lose myself in you."

"Lose yourself?"

"Yes, Sir. I know that before too long, I would be very content to be here, and be whatever you want me to be, slave, girlfriend, wife, all of that and more. I would even want to have your children. I would be content to live out the rest of your life with you, which given the gap in our ages, logic would say you would go before me. And I would be there to be the grieving widow, content that I had the years with you that I did."

I opened my mouth to say something, but she said, "For right now, shut up Sir! You can punish me for that later, but for now, please be quiet."

I sat back, and when she looked in my eyes, she saw The Demon. I know, because she visibly shuddered.

"I have to get this out, Sir. We could have all of that, and I would make you the happiest Master ever. And I would be content."

"If you shush me again, I will call Amy to come get your ass, understand?!"

"Yes, Sir!"

"You keep saying "content", Adrian. What you are not saying is "happy", Why?"

"Because I have goals, Sir. Goals, that as I fall more and more in love with you, I know that I would give up for the life I just described to you, if you only asked."

"Honey, I would never even try to take any of your goals away from you, love me or not. I think that besides Amy, you would find me to be your biggest cheerleader, even if the next day I have you chained to the bed. How could you think I would not want you to have that?" 

"You Sir, are NOT the problem. I AM THE PROBLEM! I'm going to fall in love with you, there is no stopping that, even if you beat me silly. What I need from YOU, Sir, is to kick my ass and send me away if it even looks like I am slacking on my studies, because I'd rather be here, or wherever you are, just being "yours". Do you see my problem Sir?"

"Actually, yes I do, now that you have finally gotten to it. So, you really need me to be the "Daddy" you should have had, and make sure you stay on your path? Does that cover it, Adrian?"

She had turned "ghost white" at the word "Daddy", as I had a feeling she would. After a few seconds, she got this glazed look in her eyes. I became convinced that I was watching this girl running and searching programs in her head.

Yes, I took a calculated risk, in what I said. But, it really did seem to be what she was asking, just substituting "Master" for "Daddy". Not the kind she grew up with, but one that would hold her accountable for her actions, and goals.

I knew I took a risk of losing her forever, but the "Daddy" card had to be played, after what she had said.

She looked up at me, with a fire in her eyes, that made me think I had pushed her too far. 

I couldn't have been more wrong.

"Oh My God! That's it! That's really it! you are so fucking right, Sir! Why, could I not see that?"

"Because the thought of ever needing a "Daddy" after the piece of shit you grew up with, kind of made it a "Not seeing the trees, for the forest" kind of thing, I would imagine. It just came to me after hearing all that you said. You were really willing to be "content" with me "raising" you, does that about cover it?"

"Yes Sir, and you know what? I'm not even ashamed to admit it. God, this whole night so far has almost made me free."

"Almost?"

"Yes Sir, surely you don't think my "Demon Daddy" is not going to do all the things he told me he would, do you? As your slave Sir, I'm telling you, don't even think about it! I'm here, I'm yours, I'll worry about the mental shit later, right now I need you to do one thing."

"Tell me, slave"

"I tell you my pussy is yours, and my mind tells my pussy it is yours. What I need is for you to MAKE my pussy tell my mind it is yours! Does that make sense?" 

"Well slave, let me answer you this way"

I quickly grabbed her hair, and headed for the bedroom.

It was up to her to either, keep up, or be dragged.

The Demon was far too frustrated to care at this point.

I had basically tossed her onto the bed, and arranged her quite roughly into the position I had had her in, before she broke down.

Her/my ass was at the edge of the bed. Her legs were over my shoulders, opening her to me, to take at will. I would not meet her eyes. If there was any fear or denial there, I had no desire to see it, she had her safe word and a mouth to use it, other than that, I was going to take my slave, The Demon's way.

Make her pussy tell her mind that it was mine, indeed.

I did have enough compassion left in me to check if she was at least somewhat lubricated. To my surprise, she was dripping wet. Her pussy was leaking so much, that her juices were flowing down to make her ass wet as well.

I dared look up into her eyes, because of this. Men have all seen it at one time or another, a female in heat, but to be able describe it is just not something we have the mental capacity to do. We just know it when we see it.

It was staring me right in the face.

Evil bastard that I am, I could not resist, "Is that mine, bitch?"

She actually growled, "IT is fucking yours Sir! If you don't take it right now, I might just burst into flames! Take your fucking pussy, Sir! FUCK ME NOW!!"

"Do what now, little girl?"

"FUCK ME NOW!" she actually screamed this at me.

I had everything lined up, and a "green runway" so to speak.

I "pulled the trigger".

I rammed so hard into her, my brain warned me that if I hit a snag, I would break my cock in half. I could care less.

I hit bottom, just as she let out a scream. I'm thinking I broke her, my senses started to come back, until it registered in my little brain that she was moving her hips to me.

This beautiful little bitch was trying to fuck me!

Click! Full Demon Mode On! Roger That!

I stroked and pumped for all I was worth. She met me thrust for thrust. I was bottoming out on every stroke, this had to be very painful for her. And just as my blue balls said "we have waited long enough" And I began the wild strokes I needed to cum. I felt her thrust her hips up to meet mine, only this time they stayed there.

We were almost in suspended animation. Though I knew I was pumping like my life depended on it, everything slowed down and stopped. I suddenly saw stars in my head. I was cumming as hard or harder than I had ever done so in my life.

It was then that her scream became audible to me. No words. Just one piercing scream.

Even as I felt my cum shooting into her, I felt her pussy contract, and that warm sensation you feel when your woman cums with you, was there in spades.

Time started moving again.

She collapsed back onto the bed. I almost collapsed on to her before my brain jumped in quick enough to remind me that I out weighed her by at least a hundred pounds, and might crush her. I was able to keep myself off of her.

I shouldn't have bothered. She reached up and pulled me down on to her. 

We tried to kiss, but were too winded to hold it.

I realized suddenly that I was still stroking into her, and even more, she was still meeting my thrusts. Though we were slower and less violent at this point.

It became apparent to me that I was not going to go soft yet, I would be able to go another round. When I grinned at her, she knew exactly why. 

She looked so happy at this knowledge. It was amazing how fast this slave of mine was turning into a real sexual being.

She had seen the porn clips, she had seen the positions.

So when I pulled out, grabbed her hips and flipped her, she actually giggled as she put her self on her knees. She looked back at me, and smiled.

I rammed through, just as hard as I had the first time.

When she found that she could actually fuck back even harder in this position, she was off to the races.

We were basically just two animals at this point, fucking as if we were afraid we would never be able to fuck again. 

Since I had came only a few minutes earlier, I was going to be able to last a bit longer this time.

At least That is what I thought. 

Just to look down and watch my cock ram into her over and over, with that beautiful ass that belongs to me, seeming to be smiling at me whispering "Yours", had me in the short chute a lot sooner than I wanted.

I had to slow down a bit. I wanted all of her, all at once, if you can imagine that. But, since I couldn't, I needed to really try to make it good for both of us, in whatever part of her I had at the moment.

Actually, I didn't have to make it good for BOTH of us. She was the slave, after all.

However, I've never been a selfish lover, even in D/s. Granted, I would force the odd blow job in a potentially humiliating place at times, or even push them up against the wall and take either of the two doors open to me. That's part of being a Master, Especially The Demonmaster.

But, even that couldn't really be called "selfish" because any one that was a submissive or slave of mine, became such, because they knew it was part of being mine. In other words, It would be a "kink" for them.

I LIVED my kink.

Of course, thinking about all of this was not really going to help me delay my orgasm too much to do any good.

I did want Adrian to reach there with me, however. So, drastic measures would be have to be taken to try and achieve this. "Drastic" being strictly tongue in cheek, so to speak.

I put my arms around her upper back, succeeding in getting my hands on those gorgeous tits of hers. Of course it quickly turned into a nipple pinching thing, which I have become to know, is a serious erogenous zone for her.

I may have slowed my thrusts, but she had not. And my manipulation of her nipples only served to make her thrust back to me faster and harder.

Right before the end, she did what she needed to do to achieve her release. She allowed her hands and arms to fold, in effect, putting her face into the bed.

This gave her a hand free, to reach under her and rub her clit. It wasn't the frenzied rubbing that she had done for so long, to cum, to escape. This was just a rubbing of her nubbin, so she could meet her Master's quickly approaching orgasm.

I was now in the last stretch, and I could tell it was going to be even bigger than the first one. 

Just before I got there, I took my hands from her tits, and grabbed her hair with one of them and really pushed her face even deeper into the mattress.

I held her there as I came, once again seeing stars. Her orgasm arrived just seconds later. My hand in her hair, holding her face down, muffled her screams as she got there. 

30 or so seconds after both of our last spasms. I withdrew, and collapsed onto the bed beside her. She did not miss a beat. My face and lips were being showered with kisses and licks, and moans of "Yes, yes, yes.."

After we calmed down enough to form a coherent sentence, I asked "Who's pussy?"

"Oh my God, Sir, it is your pussy, all yours, all your pussy, Sir."

"Which part is telling me this, slave?"

"Your pussy Sir, It is telling, no it is screaming in my head "Tell him I am his pussy, tell him, tell him, Sir!"

"Is that what you were looking for, pet?"

"Yes Sir, it is exactly what I told you I needed in the living room. Actually, My whole body is now screaming at me to tell you, ALL of it is yours. All of it Sir."

I was pretty sure we were starting to doze off at this time.

Have any of you, counted how many orgasms she has had without permission, or how many times she had touched my body, when I told her not to?





It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 07



HMMMMM?

Well, I have. 

Rut Roh.

Somebody gonna get a spankins, indeed. 

And much more.



It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 08



I probably would have slept on until morning, but, this little lady that was next to me had somehow turned into a little nymphet.

I just had no idea how this could have happened. 

Ok, I might have a little bit of an idea how.

As I became awake, I remembered how much trouble she was in. I'm sure that this gorgeous little Brainiac, also knew, and was trying a pre-emptive strike to distract the old man.

By distraction, I mean having her little hand, slowly stroking, my quickly growing manhood. As an added deflective measure, she was kissing and generally loving and licking on my chest and neck area.

I would let her have this little victory...For now. 

I had one other position I wanted to take her in, before It must turn into punishment time.

If she hadn't caught on that I was awake yet, she certainly became aware, when the arm of mine that had been her head rest suddenly bent at the elbow, and I quickly had a hand full of her hair. 

The moan that escaped her mouth, told me that she was starting to really like being handled by her hair. Which is good, as it is one of my favorite things to do.

I not so gently, pulled her lips to mine, and began one of our long hot kisses. Only this time, I relaxed my grip on her hair almost completely. This effectively put HER in the aggressive position, smashing her lips down on mine.

This must have really turned her on, because she released her hold on my cock, and brought that hand up to my cheek. This was so she could hold my head in place, as she drove the kiss. Her tongue was literally battling mine. Her lips pressed to mine just as hard as she could manage.

It was passion incarnate, and it was hotter than fucking hell!

Giving her that bit of control, prompted her to do exactly as I wanted her to do. which was to move her entire little body over on to mine, as if she thought she needed to do this to keep me in place.

I could feel her sex on my lower stomach. I could feel her wetness, but even more, I could feel the heat coming from that little "furnace". A flame like that could surely get the best us. But, what a way to go, hmm?

She wasn't really paying attention to what her body was doing, because she was so focused on the kiss that was making her so hot. That's why, when she moved just the right way, her pussy bumped into a very hard and willing partner, her eyes went very wide, and the kiss came to a stop.

At this point, Adrian realized just what position she had put herself into.

I just smiled at the questioning face, above mine.

Being the evil bastard that I am, I got one of her nipples in my fingers and began to work it easy, then hard, then easy...you get the picture.

"Don't even try to move off of me, slave."

"Sir, you mean they...you... really do this? It's something else we thought was just a thing in the sex movies. We thought surely no man, would actually let his woman fuck him."

"Like you said earlier, it's a good thing you have a good teacher, slave."

"I think I said the "best teacher" Sir. But whatever you say it is, that is what it is. You tell your slave that the sky is green, and that the moon is made of cheese, and I'll see it that way 'till I'm in my grave. That's how much you are in my head Sir."

"What is going to happen now, you little sex slave, is that my "head" is going to get into you. And even better, You are going to put it there, girl of mine."

"You are really going to let me fuck you, Sir?"

"Not so much let you do it. More like MAKE you do it, pet."

"You know I will do anything and everything you tell me to do, anywhere you tell me to, Sir. But, I have to ask my "teacher" why would you order me to fuck you, Sir?"

I noticed that, knowingly or not, she was moving my pussy very slowly around the head of my cock. The heat, and the innocent sexiness of it, was a huge turn on for me.

"Do you remember, pet, that you needed me to make your pussy tell your mind that it was MY pussy?"

"Yes, Sir"

"Well, I know it is my pussy and you know it is my pussy, correct, slave?"

"Yes, Sir...Very much so."

"Well, now you are going to make HIM know that it is my pussy. You are going to fuck him so hard, so that he has no choice but to accept that it is my pussy. Understand, little girl?"

"I never thought about it like that, Sir. I do however see how it should be so. Yes, I understand, Sir."

"He is a bit insecure at times, pet. So you may have to remind him quite a few times as the days and weeks go by."

I could tell that by now, she had caught on to the humor of it. But, she really played it as if it were deadly serious. Besides, it WAS a first for her, after all.

"I will do my best, Sir. I do need you to tell me how to start, though."

"Well, there are a couple of ways, but I think you have a good start on it right now. I would say however, that you need to stop rubbing my pussy all over him, and get at least the tip inside you."

"Oh yes Sir" this came out as a husky whisper, as she seemed to feel me "pop" into place, even as I was giving her directions.

"Good girl. Now move your body back just a little more, pet."

As she did so, of course the crown slipped easily past her very wet lips.

"Stop." It was very amusing to see look on her face, as if she was afraid she had hurt me somehow.

"How does that feel, slave?"

That husky whisper told me "It feels good, Sir. Very good."

"Try to get a little more of it, pet."

She immediately took another inch, her breathing became very heavy at that point.

"Sir, My body is screaming at me to take all of him, now!"

The sadistic Demon jumped in and simply growled "Beg Bitch."

Her breath became a pant. This seemed to be another turn on for her.

"Oh please, Master? Please let me take him, I'm begging you Sir."

"Don't beg HIM, you little cunt. He is too easy on you. You know who I am, bitch. Beg me. Beg me hard!!"

"Please Demon Daddy! Please let me fuck you, My Demon Daddy, please!"

"Do you swear to me that you can get it all in one stroke, even if it hurts, slave bitch?"

"Yes Sir, please let me take it?" 

"Then do it! NOW!"

The moan that escaped her, as she took all of me, can only be described as "primal"

"Stay right there, slave! Don't move until I tell you."

"Yes Sir" I could almost swear she growled as good as the Demon does.

"Tell me how it feels, slave."

"Sir, I can honestly tell you, that after what you did to your pussy before, I was pretty sure nothing else could feel that awesome. This feels THAT awesome, and then some, Master of mine."

"Do you notice that you really can't move it in and out that way, pet?"

"Yes, Sir. Is that because all of my body is on top of yours?"

"Who's Body?"

"Your body Sir! I always mean your body Sir!"

"Remember that, slave. Before long, you will be punished for mistakes like that. You have a grace period, but don't push it."

"Yes Sir!"

"Good girl. Now I'm going to show you a couple of different ways to do this position."

With that I grabbed her under the arms, and pulled her toward me. Of course it broke our connection as well. Damn, She is really getting good at those moans of frustration.

"Now pet, put your knees on the bed on either side of me...that's it, good...good. Now lift your bottom using your knees for leverage. You can put your hands on my chest for extra stability. See how you are over him now?"

"Yes Sir, I think I saw how the girls in the movies did this part. May I try, Sir?"

"Of course, My love. The more you learn how to please your Master, without having to be told how, the better."

One of her little hands reached down, and took my cock in it. She pulled it up to the angle she needed it, and brought her body down until our sexes met.

She looked me straight in the eye. I nodded slightly. And she swallowed me into her body with one stroke.

Adrian moaned a little, as the new position and the way I was seated in her, was a totally different sensation.

She tried a few strokes up and down, watching my face to see if she was pleasuring me or not. I just smiled and nodded. She went harder and faster. I could tell however, that she was receiving no stimulation of her clit in this position, and that wasn't going to work.

My mission was to make her cum in any position we were in. The thought process was easy, if she came while doing it, she would not fear it, and moreover she would desire it.

This whole night so far had been treating her like the slave she was, but at the same time, she was learning that her body could feel things that she never thought possible. I took her through each step as I have, for just this reason.

"Slave, do you like this?"

"Yes Sir, I like all that you do to and with me." A nice diplomatic answer that.

"Do you remember how you were when my pussy first took my cock into her?"

"Yes Sir, it felt so good, Sir."

"Yes, it did. Now leave your knees where they are, and lean forward. You can leave your hands on my chest, or you can lay on me as you were then."

She chose to still use her hands, but she was bent forward as I had told her.

"Now, slave look me in the eye...good girl...now use your knees for motion...yes just like that. Now stop."

She did, frustration all over her face. "It feels so good, Sir. I never imagined something like this, Sir. I am your slave Sir. My pussy is yours, but right now your cock is mine, Sir!"

"If that is so, pet. Prove it. Fuck me. Fuck your Master as hard as you can, NOW!"

If I thought she had been a Wild Cat under me, she was a Tigress on top of me. She was pumping me as hard as I had pumped her earlier.

I was on the ragged edge sooner than I wanted to be, but there was no way I was telling this little Amazon Princess to slow down. Good Lord, she was fucking me so hard, that the slap our bodies made each time we slammed together, reverberated around the whole room. 

I tried to warn her, but my voice failed me. It was just as well.

Her eyes connected with mine, and she ordered me, no bullshit, she was fucking me and it was going to be HER way!

She ordered "Cum with me, Now!"

And I did.

I DID tell her to "Prove it" did I not?

Damn Grace Period.

Adrian was still riding the wave, and slowly started to ease the pace. 

Now was the time, to switch from "fun" time to "punishment" time.

I very quickly reached up with my right hand and grabbed her hair. I used my grip to pull her head down so my mouth would be at her ear. I was now convinced that hair pulling and manipulating her by it, was very much a turn on for her.

I'd say, that feeling her get wetter around my continued erection would confirm this.

Now, at this point in time, I would have been 48. Many would think that would be too old to get it up as much as I have tonight. Let me assure you that no Viagra was harmed in this story.

You see, even though I had not been blessed with John Holmes sized equipment, I HAD been blessed with the libido from hell. My mom (of all people) told me that all of the males on her side of the family had this "curse" as she called it. I, of course reveled in it, curse or not.

So though Adrian was in a somewhat awkward position, she was still doing all she could to continue fucking me. I pulled her hair even harder, and gave her one command,"Slow Down!" She Did.

"Now, you will grind that pussy of mine on my cock. You will do it very slowly, and I better feel my pussy touch bottom on every stroke. Don't even answer slave. Just fucking do it! Who am I, slave?"

"You are my Master, You own me, Heart, mind, body and soul, Sir." That breath was getting heavy again.

I grabbed her hair even tighter, she could not have moved her head no matter how hard she tried. I used my other hand to first squeeze one of those beautiful little breasts of hers. As soon as I felt that nipple in my palm, I closed my fingers around it, pinching it, hard.

"Who am I, you little cunt?" The hips ground into me just a touch harder.

"You are my Daddy Demon"

"I'm not your fucking Daddy!...Who the fuck am I?"

"You are my Demonmaster, Sir! All of my pain belongs to you, Sir."

"Yes it fucking does. Tell me you are my little cunt!"

"I'm your little cunt, Sir!" her hips became faster and harder.

"My little slut, bitch!"

"I'm your little slut, Sir!"

"My little whore!"

Oh my God Sir, I am your little cunt, your slut, and yes I am even your little Whore!"

"You swear to it, slave?"

"Yes, Sir! All of it! I have not said any of those words before, but I know I am all of them for you, Sir, Only for you!"

Her motions and intensity showed that she was approaching the ragged edge.

Now was the time to really blow her mind. I let go of her nipple, and her hair. I reached down so that I could cup both of those ass cheeks, and squeezed and massaged them. I didn't do it hard, but it kept her on the edge.

"Who am I, Baby Girl?"

She let out a long gasp. We were both "All IN" here. The next few minutes, will make us or break us.

"Who am I, Adrian?

She whispered "Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby. I'm your Daddy. You've never done this to me before, little girl."

"I only do it, because my Master allows it. I own You now, you Fucker."

To describe what her body was doing, would be almost impossible. She was repulsed, scared, mad, and turned on beyond belief.

"Adrian Ann. I warn you, You better stop this right now!"

"Fuck You Daddy! You don't own me any more! I have a Master, who treats me better than you ever did you Fucker! He owns me, Not you!"

"I mean it, you little bitch. You better stop right now!"

"Bitch? huh, there is the bastard I know. How many times have you made me make YOU cum, you Fucking Monster?! Well, it's my fucking turn now, I'm using you, like you used me, Daddy. I'm going to use you to make me cum! You hear me, you piece of shit? Move those fucking hips, make me cum now!"

I did exactly as she told me, hoping beyond hope that this might help her a little bit. I fucked up to meet her thrust as hard as I could.

"Stop, Adrian. Please."

"You dare ask me please, you fuck head? How many times did I beg YOU to stop, you Fucker? Make me cum, and I might let you live, you bastard!"

She suddenly went rigid. I felt her walls contract on my cock, bringing me with her.

She had pounded me so hard, I knew we were both going to feel it in the morning.

She hadn't even finished when she fell on to my chest, crying very hard. 

This wasn't like earlier, this was an angry crying, a purging if you will.

"You fucker! You Son of a bitch! That's the last time you'll ever get this pussy Daddy. I'll kill you before I ever let you touch me again. You tell Uncle Bob, that means his nasty ass too, you Mutherfuckers!"

Slowly, very slowly, she wound herself down to just a good old cry. I just held her as she cried the years away. It would take much, much more than this to even begin to heal, but it was a good start.

"He's gone , pet. You drove him away. He will never bother you here again, or I'll kill him myself."

"I know you would Sir, that's why I won't tell you where I live. I can't lose you, Sir...never lose you, I can't, I can't, I can't"

"You won't slave. You know why?"

"Why, Sir?" she sniffled.

"Are you bound to me, Adrian?"

"Yes Sir, always."

"You think I would just walk away from that?"

"No Sir. I understand what you mean. And besides you are bound to me whether you know it or not. I even claimed your cock."

"Yes, you did slave. You think Amy is going to like that?"

"No Sir, she won't. And I'm sure you'll use that cock anywhere you want to, with anyone you want to. But, I tell you here and now, when it is in your pussy, like it was when I claimed it. It is mine, and ONLY mine."

"I agree, pet."

"I thank you for what you did there a few minutes ago. That was one of the hardest things I've ever been through. But, I can see that I needed it. At least the Brainiac in me says so. I do need to ask you for one thing Sir?"

"Ask, slave."

"I DO need my Demon Daddy Sir, please don't take him away from me."

"I'm here, Bitch, don't you worry about that."

"Thank you, Demon Daddy."

"Don't thank me yet. Your Master, might still let me be the one to punish you for tonight. You better hope he does it himself."

"Punishment?"

"You are a Smart girl, Think about what all has happened tonight. I'm hoping he DOES give you to me."

It took her just a few minutes of thinking, and then she looked up at me.

She just said "Oh Shit!"

I could not resist, "Oh Shit, indeed!"



It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 09



"How many times have you cum tonight without permission, slave?"

She was standing in front of me at the end of the bed. She made like she was trying to count.

"You are my little Brainiac pet, so don't act like you don't know."

"5 Sir, I count 5."

"Name them, little girl."

"#1 was by your mouth, Sir."

"#2 and #3 was when you were fucking your pussy, Sir. 1 with you on top, and 1 from behind, Sir."

"#4 and #5 were both with me on top of you Sir. I would say I am sorry, Sir, but I can't. I would take whatever I had to, to still have them, Master."

"And how many times did you touch the body that I own, without permission, slut? Oh yes, I said it. You think The Demon is the only one you are all those nasty things for?" 

"No, Sir. I am every one of them. I can only count one time I touched myself, without permission, Sir."

"Very good, Adrian. You got them all. I will change the count to 4. That last one was a very emotional one. I approve of everything you did on that one, so we will drop it."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Now, the first one is a very special case. I had made you tell me the rule, just 5 or so minutes before you had that one, did I not?"

"Yes, Sir" 

I'll give her credit, she wasn't trying to make excuses. She expected punishment. To be honest, Her eyes almost seem to welcome it.

"Well, that one, my pretty little slave, would count as outright defiance to me. I cannot let that stand. Would you respect me if I did, pet?"

"I would always respect my Master. But, I must be held accountable, Sir"

"And you will, slave. You will be punished severely for that one."

"As I should, Sir."

"I'm thinking of letting the other 3 and the touch to be allowed under your grace period."

"May I ask, Why, Sir?"

"I don't think you are ready for the punishments those would require."

"Pardon me for saying this, Sir. But, all of me is yours, to use or punish as you choose. I earned those punishments, sad to say. But, why would you take pity on me, Sir? If you are taking pity on Adrian, I want to know why. If you are taking pity on your slave, I say "FUCK THAT!" Sir!"

I grabbed her hair so fast, she did not have time to think about it. I decided I would handle this one as The Demon. I pulled her so close, that I was hissing into her face.

"Let me tell you something, you little fucking whore! You know what he is trying to keep from having to do to you? He is already going to beat that cute little ass black and blue. The punishment for the other three would be a blow job for every fucking one of them! Do you understand? That means anywhere, at anytime! If he told you to do it under the table at the diner, or in the middle of the school gym, You would have to do it! We are talking back of the throat, not losing a drop, blow jobs! Of course, you could refuse, and lose your fucking Master forever!"

"No..." she began

"Shut the fuck up! You think he doesn't take it serious, when you tell him, anywhere, anytime and all the rest? He takes it damn serious! He was trying to be slow about making you do blow jobs, because he figures that's how your abuse started when you were really young, right?"

"Yes, Sir!" her voice was on the ragged edge. She was scared.

I let my anger, and my feelings for her calm down a bit, and spoke as her Master.

"The Demon is right, pet. I did not want to bring up bad memories for you. But, it WOULD be the punishment for your mistakes tonight. Let's just keep those 3 under your grace period, ok? No more discussion on it, understand Adrian?"

"Yes, Sir. I would have done them, Sir. I take my pledge to you very serious."

"I know, pet. Just let it go. In a few minutes you won't even be able to sit down. I can't let your defiance on the first one stand. Yes, I teased the hell out of you, and gave you one of the best oral sex jobs I have ever given. But, you still defied me, slave."

"Yes, Sir. I still would not trade it."

"If you can still say that in about 10 or so minutes from now, I'll know I have a "keeper" so to speak."

Her face drained of color. But, she squared her shoulders, looked me dead in the eye and said "This "Keeper" is ready Sir."

You've got to admire the bravery. 

I find her so impressive in every way.

I told her to stand where she was. She was not to move an inch. 

I went over to my dresser and reached down to lowest drawer on the right. I opened it, and took out a black paddle that I had had handmade for me.

It looked like many other rubber paddles. It had a foot long handle, and at the "business" end, It flattened out, looking somewhat like a fly swatter, with the large flat square that a fly swatter would have.

Most toys like this are made of a very pliant rubber, that would make a good "smacking" sound on one's bare ass. However the "give" in the handle, would keep the pain to a minimum, depending on how hard it was used. For some, the sound was enough to send them off into "sub space".

This of course would not be so, with the little beast that I had in my hand. I had ordered it to be made, with the handle and pad, having no more "Give" in it, than a car tire would have. 

In fact, the rubber had been cut from a tire, and then shaped by a master maker of these sorts of things.

It had cost quite a bit, but he assured me, that even the slightest slap, would sound loud, hurt like hell, and leave a mark.

Of course being a man, I just had to slap my palm with it. I couldn't hold a pick to play guitar for 3 days, no bullshit.

Also being a man, when I showed Adrian what was coming for her, I could not resist saying the fucking line "Say hello to my little friend"

She didn't get the humor of it. I can't say I blamed her.

"Do you understand the reason you are being punished, slave?"

"Yes Sir" That bottom lip was trembling, but she met my eyes, dead on.

"Tell me!"

"Sir, I came without permission and made it even worse by it being an outright defiance of you, my Master."

"Then bend over the bed, slave. Make sure that pretty ass of mine stays exactly where it is. This will hurt bad enough on that bottom. Trust me, you don't want it to hit anywhere else because you moved."

"Yes, Sir!" I could hear the breaking in her voice. But, if I did not do this now, she would lose every gain she has made tonight.

"I will keep it to 5 this time. If you think that is being easy on you, you will know better, momentarily. It will be 10 for the next time you defy me, slave. You will count them. DO NOT LOSE THE COUNT! You will hate yourself if you do."

Before she had a chance to form a reply, I gave her the first one. It was not light, but it was far from the worst.

"1 Sir!" her ass was sporting one hell of a red mark, and she was clenching her muscles hard, but no sound escaped other than the count.

"2 Sir!"

"3 Sir! Sir, please, I am about to cum very hard, please give me permission, please!"

"4 Sir! please Sir I beg of you!!"

"Then cum, slave!"

As soon as I said it, I brought #5 down. HARD. 

One would think she was screaming in pain, but her whole body was wracked by her orgasm. I had not seen anything like this before. It was amazing.

I had already known Linda (chapter 1) for 3 years by this point, and I'm not even sure she could have had an orgasm as hard as this.

Adrian had the presence of mind to yell "5 Sir!" before launching herself into my arms. I let the paddle fall to the floor and held her as I stood there.

While she held on to me tighter than hell, I turned so that I could see her/my ass in the mirror. 

OH, Shit! If she can sit down sooner than a week, it will be a miracle. A couple of the welts were a very angry red, another one had turned into a very dark purple. I was relieved to see I had not drawn any blood.

She had paid, and took it like a trooper. I had one more thing to punish her with in the morning, but the worst was over.

I walked over to the bed, and let her put her feet on top, so we could stand eye to eye.

"Are you ok, little one?"

"Yes Sir. Maybe even more than you know. I'll tell you something you will think is crazy, but I thank you very much, for caring enough to whip me."

"I don't follow, baby."

"I know, I told you it would sound crazy. Look, I've been knocked around, slapped silly, kicked, even beaten, but not one of those bastards ever did it to correct me for something. It was only to keep me too scared of them to tell on them. You spanked me once to correct me. You've now "Turned your ass black and blue" like my Demon Daddy said, to correct me. Maybe, I'm nuts to feel this way, but it meant you cared enough about me being what you want me to be, to correct me. Yeah, a shrink would have a ball with me. But, everyone instinctively needs boundaries, and I now have a REAL good idea of what those boundaries are when it comes to being your slave."

"You are right about one thing, pet. People would think you were bat-shit crazy."

"Let 'em think it. Only two people in this world mean enough to me to care what they think of me, You and Amy, Sir. Can I tell you an even crazier secret? One that even Amy doesn't know yet?"

"Yes, my love. You can tell me anything. I would hope you'd already know that."

"I know it, Sir. It's just part of me to ask. The secret is that I plan to major in psychology, actually child psychology if I can handle all of the things I will learn about myself getting there. Isn't that crazy, pardon the pun, Sir?"

"I think my little Brainiac can do anything she sets her mind to. And as you've already made me promise, you'll have my foot hanging out of your ass if you slack off." 

"You mean Your ass don't you, Sir?"

"Damn right, that is my ass. Should be feeling pretty sore right now, actually."

"Oh it is Sir, very sore. But, your pussy is buzzing like crazy. So it evens out."

"OK, before you make me forget myself, we need to get some sleep. You have school in the morning and I have to work tomorrow night. You can take a shower now, if you'd like, or set the alarm for early enough that you have time to do it in the morning."

"I'll do it in the morning, Sir. I don't want to wash all of you off of me yet."

We each took care of our personal needs, so that we could sleep. I know we both drank almost a gallon of water each, we had really worked ourselves out with each other.

I got in the bed first, so that she could take care of any "delicate" needs she may have. When she came back to the room, she set the clock, turned off the light, and wrapped herself in my arms.

The last thing I remember thinking as I went to sleep, was that her/my little pussy was still like a furnace. It didn't help that she had placed herself so that it was laying right on my thigh. I was too tired, and loving the feeling of her body wrapped in and around mine too much to say anything about it. 

I heard the alarm go off, though it sounded way far away. I assumed she had hit the snooze, as I dimly heard it again a few minutes later. Next thing I remember hearing, was the shower running. I was able to go back to sleep, knowing she would wake me up after she finished.

And, Oh Boy, did she! I'm not even going to try and be coy, I'm sure you all have already guessed it.

Yes, there was my beautiful little slave girl, looking me dead in the eye, never losing contact with said eye, as her head went up and down. There was that gorgeous face, with her lips wrapped around my cock. 

To say it was exquisite doesn't do it justice. She made love to me with her mouth as few of many others have ever been able to do.

When I couldn't help but start rising to meet her down stroke, she let me fall out of her mouth. Now I was the one moaning in frustration.

"I'm your slave, you own me Sir, all of me. But, at one point last night, I claimed this cock as mine. If it's in your body in any way, by mouth, pussy or ass, it is my cock. I will NOT let you take my punishments away from me. This is the first of the 3, those will come at your choosing. But, right now, I want, I need my Master to use his mouth, with my cock, and punish me, Sir."

"You asked for it, cunt." The Demon has been SO ready for this!

She just lowered her mouth, and took me completely. She just waited there at the base. She wasn't going to do a thing until I made her...Fucking A! Now that's my kinda Woman!

"I will NOT be gentle, slave, in fact, far from it. Your "safe word" in this case will be you tapping my hip with your hand."

She just stayed with her lips glued to my pubic hair, I took this as her understanding what I had said.

"Very well, bad girl. Game ON!"

I grabbed her hair in both hands, as I scooted down so I could stand up.

I tightened my hold on her hair, so her head had no way to move.

What followed next was a face fuck to end all face fucks. I rammed just as hard as I had rammed her pussy. None of that slobbering shit you see in those clips on the net, she kept her lips shut tight, and swallowed anything that may have tried to escape. 

THAT turned me on beyond belief, and sent me over the edge. I thrust as deep into her mouth as I could and let go. 

Just, like I had told her as The Demon, "Back of the throat, and don't lose a drop" and she took it to heart. She stayed with me, even after I let go of her hair, just in case there was some she hadn't gotten yet.

Oh My God! I have never cum that much before. Blow jobs are my favorite thing on this earth. And I had somehow lucked into having the best girl for the job right here in front of me.

Would you believe, she actually asked me if she had permission to cum?

When I said "yes", she went into one of those body convulsing orgasms that she has.

Of course, one more minute of what I had had just before, and I would have been down there with her, doing the same damn thing!



It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 10



As Adrian started to calm down, I held my hand out to her. She took it and stood up.

"I think we have learned a few things about our self last night and this morning, hmm, pet?"

"Yes Sir. I have learned a lot, not the least of which is that being "owned" and knowing it, has let me discover things I never would have allowed myself to even think about before. Pain, sex, and orgasms and being forced to do things, make me want to do nothing but keep doing and experiencing them. Does that make any sense at all, Sir?"

"Yes, pet. It makes a lot of sense. We don't have a lot of time to talk about it now, but think about it. This the first time in your life that YOU have done things that make YOU feel good, just because YOU, YES YOU wanted to. It wasn't forced on a little girl. It was forced on a full grown Sex Goddess of a woman. And only "forced" because YOU desired it to be so. There is a lot there to think and talk about, but it will have to come at another time."

"Yes Sir, I hear what you say, but your pussy is STILL trying to reach out and make you fuck her. Crazy, I really am Bat-Shit Crazy! But you know what? I love it Sir."

"I get it, Adrian, but Amy will be here any minute, and I have one thing I have to get her to do to you, for me. It would have been a punishment, but now it is just because I am your Master and can make you do it. Now, you need to go shower off again real quick, then come back in here and lay out your clothes for today, I want to see what is going on my body. Understand?"

"Yes Sir!" She grabbed her towel and headed back to the shower.

I loved watching that ass as it walked away from me, but I couldn't help but wince at what had to be the marks of constant pain from her whipping the night before.

This was one tough, and brave little girl...No, not girl, Woman. She was ALL woman.

I had the coffee brewed and a cup in my hand by the time she came out to tell me her clothes were laid out. She declined a cup of her own, grabbing a quick sip out of mine. We headed for the bedroom.

She had a plain brown dress, with just the minimum of embroidery on it. I assumed it would end just above, or just below her knees. A plain white bra, and what we used to call "granny panties" as underwear. I hadn't noticed this before, as she was not allowed to wear clothes in the house, of course. And so I have never had to look up her dress to see her panties. 

She stood there looking ashamed at her wardrobe of the day.

"Adrian, my love. Do not be ashamed in front of me or anyone else. This is all your parents buy you, so you wear what you have. I have some pictures of me when times were hard in the 70's that have me wearing stuff worse than this. Once you are out of there, we will go shopping. I'm not rich, far from it. But, I think I can manage to make my slave look as sexy as she wants to look."

"Yes, Sir" Her embarrassment over her clothes wasn't going to go away like magic, but she was going to put on a good face about it, regardless.

She never ceases to impress me.

I walked over to my dresser again and pulled out a pack of underwear that I had already bought for her. They were plain white cotton undies with little roses on them. I opened the pack, pulled out a pair and tossed them to her.

"Normally, a slave of mine would not be allowed panties of any kind under her skirt, when she is around me. But, I saw these and just knew they would be sexy as hell, if and when I made you give me panty shots. Besides, as you know, If you are here, you are naked. But, I better see those come off of you as you strip."

I then tossed her the package, with a couple more pair in it. "Take that with you, pet. They are yours. Damn, I hear the lock turning, Amy is here. Go ahead and get dressed. Then come out, and I will explain the day to both of my girls."

I threw on a T-shirt and some shorts and hurried out to meet Amy, before she wandered down the hall. I had given both girls a key. I should have known Amy would try to use it to be sneaky and nosy.

Not that I blamed her. I would have been nosy, too.

I walked into the front area, just in time to catch my beautiful Ebony Princess, bent over picking up the clothes where Adrian had left them after I had told her to "Strip"

I could just see the bottom of her ass, encased in blue underwear that were decidedly NOT "Granny Panties". I just had the feeling that she knew I was there, so I just went ahead and said what hit my mind.

"Damn, girl, that is one hot ass you have there."

"Well, I would hope you would think so, being that it is yours, Big Man."

"Big Man? Are you looking for trouble already?"

"Actually, yes I am. But, I know you won't touch me yet. Hey! you were looking at my ass, how come you have no problem doing that?"

"I may not be able touch it yet, but if it is covered and in my face, in MY house, no less?! Well, I'll just have to take that chance. How, IS my Baby Girl this morning?"

She took quick steps toward me and wrapped her self around me and said, "Let me answer you this way."

She proceeded to lay the lip lock from hell on me. For the first time our tongues actually did battle. She made damn sure she rubbed those D cup breasts hard on me. 

Despite all that had happened last night, Jr. started to let her know that he liked it. I came to my senses, and held her at arms length. Breaking that kiss was pure torture for me.

"Wow, somebody is happy to see me this morning. Adrian didn't wear your ass out?

Adrian's voice came from behind me, "You have no Idea, baby, no idea at all. We wore each other out, and still couldn't stop."

"Good Lord, D. What did you do to my girl? She is floating three feet off the ground, and glowing like the sun?!

"You'll have to ask her, Amy. In fact, Adrian, you take her into the bedroom with you, and tell her your Pledge to me. Don't tell her all that happened, you don't have time. She'll get the rest from you at school and in the car. Anything she asks, you tell her the complete truth."

"All of it, Sir?"

"All of it, slave. What I want from you, before you leave, is to show her your bottom, and tell her exactly why it got that way, so she doesn't come out here jumping my ass."

"Amy, after she tells you the Pledge, you come out here. All I want to hear from you is "Yes Sir" or "No Sir". If you say "Yes Sir" it means you accept that it means you are under it too. I just can't hear you make it to me yet. BUT, you will LIVE by it, understood?"

"Not really, but knowing you, after I hear it, I won't be able to say "No". You own me, you know that."

"Adrian, go tell her, and show her."

"Yes, Sir!

They went down the hallway. Even from where I was I could hear the excited whispers.

I went ahead and poured two glasses of OJ for them, for when they came out.

I almost knocked the glasses over, when I heard Amy shout angrily "WHAT THE FUCK! HE BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR ASS!"

I then heard Adrian shout her down,"SHUT THE FUCK UP, AMY! I EARNED IT AND I HAPPILY TOOK IT! YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE? I CAME LIKE A FUCKING FRIEGHT TRAIN RIGHT AT THE END OF IT!"

They returned to the hushed and frantic whispers. 

Something told me, that Adrian didn't shout Amy down often...if at all.

After just a few more minutes, Amy walked into the kitchen area. She looked me in the eye, and simply said "Yes Sir".

"You understand exactly what that means, pet?"

"Yes Sir, I do. I only wish it could start today."

"You didn't listen. You can't say the words to me. We can't do the physical stuff yet, but all of it applies. ALL OF IT APPLIES TODAY. That means no orgasm for you with out my permission. No boys, OR girls touching what's mine. All of you, belongs to me, and all the rest that she told you."

I noticed that Adrian had come out with her bag. I gave each one of them a glass of juice and said simply "Drink, my slaves"

Amy couldn't help being a smart ass, " Ah, finally I get to be called your slave, Big Man." 

Adrian gasped, and looked at me "You wouldn't?"

"Not like I would with you, but watch this. Slave Amy, bring my body around to me, NOW!"

She did, but wore a sly smile like she knew I couldn't do anything. Or so she thought.

"Bend over slave!" By doing so, it brought her panty covered bottom into clear view.

I gave her one good hard swat. She stood straight up, and looked at me with big round eyes, and a curse on her lips.

"I would think better of it, slave, if you know what's good for you."

She thought for a few seconds, and then gave me a wicked grin,"Thank you, Sir. That was fucking hot, after I got over the surprise of it."

"So no more smart ass?"

"Are you kidding Sir? I'm a walking smart ass, and I guess from now on, I'll be a spanked walking smart ass. If that is what it takes to feel you touch me, you better watch out, Sir."

Adrian said "Me thinks she knows not where of she speaks, Sir." 

We all broke up at this.

As I got it back together, I remembered I had a mission for my two ladies today.

"Both of you, come around and stand in front of me, now!"

They both chorused "Yes Sir!" and were soon where I told them to be.

"I'm going to do one of those things I can do...well...Just because I'm your Master. Understood?

They were getting good at doing the "yes Sir" together.

"Amy, I get the feeling that while you love and will love being submissive to me, you also have a bit of Dom In you. Am I correct?"

"Yes Sir, though, I love being with you better."

"I get it, baby. It's not a bad thing, just so you know when to use it and when not to use it. Today, you are going to get to use it, on a limited basis. In fact you will be doing it under my orders, does that make sense to you, slave? That your Dom side can be used by submission to me?"

"Yes, it actually does, Sir. I await your orders, Master."

"Good Girl. I think I have discovered that our little girl here has a couple of turn on's that can be used in public. One is pain, obviously. The other is being somewhat shamed in public. Usually it would be called humiliation, but I feel that is too strong a word for her right now. Have you noticed what I am talking about, slave Amy?"

"Yes, Sir. Very much so. I've even put her in something like that before, because I felt something about it that attracted both of us, though I didn't understand it at the time."

"Now you do"

"Now I do, Sir."

"Good. Adrian take off your new underwear and give them to Amy, NOW!"

No more than 5 seconds and they were in Amy's hand.

"Sir, these are soaking wet where her pussy would have been!"

"See what I mean about it being a turn on for her?"

"Yes Sir." The look of wonder and lust on Adrian's face was thing of beauty.

"By the way, Amy, It is MY pussy. As is...?"

"This one, Sir"

"Good Girl"

"Put those in your pack, Amy. You will have them all day. Make Damn sure you give them back to her before she gets home. Do you understand, Pet?"

"Yes Sir."

"The point here, is that my ass, which she carries, is going to keep her in pain constantly today, especially when she sits down with just the thin material of that dress to pad her. Those undies would have padded her, but she still would have hurt like hell. Without them, well you can imagine."

"Oh good Lord, Sir. If she likes pain, like you say, she's gonna be creamin' all day!"

"Exactly, my little princess. How do you feel about this, slave Adrian?"

"The only thing I can say, is that I am already wet just from thinking about it, Sir."

She grabbed my hand, pulled it under her skirt and on to my pussy. Not only, was she wetter than hell, but hotter than hell as well.

I pulled my hand back, and immediately put my fingers to her mouth. She sucked herself off of them, as if it might be her last meal.

Amy said, "Holy Shit! That looked so fucking hot! Please do me like that, Sir, I am begging you!"

"Amy stop! You know I can't do that...Yet. You are going to be in charge of her today, so if you want to taste her, make her dip her fingers and give them to you. But, Don't do it here! Also, if she is going to be that wound up today, you may have to give her permission to cum, I give you the power to do that, but for today only! AND, DO NOT MAKE HER DO IT IN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE! Take her to the restroom, and let her do it there. You can also withhold permission, you have that power as well." 

"You can ask her questions about last night, discretely, and she will tell you the truth, as she has already been ordered, correct slave?"

"Yes Sir" Her breathing was already telling me she was on the ragged edge...Good, let her suffer a bit.

"Amy, Do not try to make her touch you in any way, There is still that 18/17 thing. I know you probably could get away with it, BUT, I AM ORDERING YOU, DO NOT CROSS THAT LINE! Understood?"

"Yes Sir"

"Good. Don't try to defy me, ever. You saw her ass, that was because she defied me. Do you think that would really be fun for you?"

"No Sir, not like that."

"Good, we understand each other. One more thing, if she says "Pickle" to you at any time, you stop EVERYTHING immediately. Follow her to the nearest bathroom, and give her back her underwear, and DO NOT order her to do anything else. This is VERY important, Amy. If she can't trust us to stop when she gives the "safe word", then we are no better than the trashy child molesters/rapists that she lives with,

Understand?"

"Yes Sir. You know I would take care of my girl, just as much as you would, if not more."

"Just so we are on the same page, my little princess."

I got my wallet, pulled out a 20, and handed it to Amy. "I want you to stop at Mickey D's, or BK, or whatever, and pick up something for breakfast for both of you, on the way to school."

They both told me "Thank you Sir."

"Amy, here is a little fun thing. Once you are rolling, make her raise her dress so that her upper thigh is showing like yours. Make her ride that way. I bet some pimply faced kid at the drive thru, will break his neck trying to look up both of your skirts. So will any guys in trucks next to you on the road. Adrian, if YOU feel like flashing them a quick look, just to see them drool, go ahead. Amy, you cannot order her to do this, it is strictly up to her."

"Now, are my girls all onboard here, or do I need to call the whole thing off?"

"We are all on board , Sir" One would think they were twins, with the way they answer together.

"I will be at the Diner at my usual time on my workdays. Amy, I assume, I'll see you there. But, if not, just give me a call and tell me how my slaves did today. You better get Adrian home right after school, since she was out all night, sleeping at your house."

We all laughed at this.

"Ok, Anyone here who loves me can give me a kiss Goodbye"

It took a full 10 minutes for them to finally get enough kissing and hugging to actually leave for school.

I went in and collapsed on the bed. My old ass was worn out!

I was sitting at my regular table at the Diner. The waitress hadn't done much more than bring me water and silverware. I told her I needed a few minutes to decide, which we both knew was total bullshit. Why? Because I always ordered one of two things, either the pork chop meal, or the big burger. What can I say, I'm a creature of habit. 

She was a bit heavy, but very cute. She also seemed very unsure of herself. Her way of "flirting" would be to make a point of coming by my table every 10 minutes or so. Usually to wipe down a table that had recently been vacated. Almost always she made it a point, to put herself at an angle, just once each time, mind you, to give me a teasing,"not quite" view of what might be under her work skirt. She was interesting, but to play with me, means playing with the Demon, and he lets you know shit right up front.

She came to my table to see if I was ready, I ordered the pork chops. She actually mumbled under her breath "Of course", saw my look and blushed. I kind of had her on the defensive now, and decided to press the issue.

When she asked if there was anything else, I told her,"Actually, yes there is. The next time you want to show me what's under your skirt, at least look at me and smile, so that I know it is for me, understand?"

She was taken aback of course, but she had played her little game of show and tell with me too many times, for it all to be a coincidence.

"Just say "Yes Sir, I will" or go get me a waitress that isn't a cock tease. Your choice."

"Yes Sir, I will." And she went to drop my food order.

About this time, my beautiful ebony princess walked in, and sat down at the table with me.

"Hello Amy, my love."

"Holy shit, Sir! Today has to have been one of the most frustrating days, I've ever had. It took every bit of will power I had, not to rape that girl today, Sir. You have turned her into a walking orgasm. And I tasted everyone of them off of her fingers. I am so about to blow I can't stand it!"

I heard a gasp, and looked up to realize that my cute flirty waitress had listened in on almost every word.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

"Yes?" I asked innocently.

She put the coke that came with the meal on the table, wide eyes kind of going back and forth between Amy and me. I noticed her name badge said "Lisa". Of course I knew this before, but I am just terrible at remembering names.

"I was just wondering if your friend needed a menu, Sir?"

" Yes, Amy needs a menu. You don't mind being my Dinner date, do you, slave?"

"No Master, I would love to."

Lisa was really flustered now, and went to get the menu.

Yes, this is the "Lisa" (mentioned in Chapter 2) that was destined to become one of the current core members of my little family. But, only the seed had been planted here. Hers, is a story all in itself. 

"So you are all frustrated are you, pet?"

"Sir, you have no idea, I need to cum so bad, my stomach actually hurts like crazy."

Just as Lisa got to the table, I asked Amy, "So why haven't you had that orgasm you need so bad, slave?"

"Because you didn't give me permission, Master."

Lisa couldn't help herself, "You need permission from him, to touch yourself?"

"Yes, I do. He owns this body."

"Ok, I've heard of that kind of thing. So, why don't you take care of her?"

Amy headed me off,"He won't touch me, because I'm a few months away from being legal."

Lisa just shook her head, and went to take the orders of a couple of new customers.

"You make a great wingman, my love."

"Anything for you, Big Man" To this day she still calls me that sometimes. To be honest, I've come to like it over the years. But, only from her.

We passed the rest of the time over dinner talking about how things had actually gone at school that day.

"Between every class, I made her tell me something that happened last night. The one where you used your mouth on her, got her so hot, she almost didn't make it to the bathroom before she had one. She was still shaking from it when she was washing her hands, and her thing. I was busy, wiping my mouth. Did she taste that good last night, Sir?"

"Better, pet. I got it straight from the source, remember?"

"Yes, I remember. I hope the first thing you do when I'm legal, is let me taste the source."

"That's the first thing you want, slave?"

"Well, I'm assuming you ain't gonna let me do shit until you pop my cherry, I thought that was a given, Sir?"

"It is, my love, it is." 

I suddenly got lost in thought for a few minutes as she talked.

"I'm sorry, pet. I was thinking about something for a moment.

"She was telling you that she slapped her friend's ass without thinking, and the poor girl came right then, If I heard right,...Sir" Lisa then walked away, with an extra little swing in her behind.

"Man, She's a smart ass, Sir."

"There are cures for that, princess. Believe it."




It Is Good To Be the Demon Ch. 10



"Oh I believe it. In fact I'm counting on it, Sir."

"Oh really? Yes, I guess you would. You're my tough girl. I want to ask you something though, this has nothing to do with our Master/slave thing. Are you sure you want ME to take your virginity, Amy"

"Yes, I am very sure. Unless of course you can't get it up." she giggled after she said it.

"You are writing a very big check, that I hope your ass can cash, pretty girl. You do understand that as your Master, I will demand payment in full?"

"I'll pay it, and interest too, bet on it, Big Man!"

"I am, slave. I just hope I don't "Crap Out"."

We both lost it.

we calmed down after a "SHHH!" from Lisa. 

"Tell me more about today, pet." 

"Well you can pretty much imagine. Tell a story, and lose it. Feed me her fingers. Rinse and repeat...See why I am so ready to blow, Sir? When she told me about her being on top and how hard she came on you, even my mom needed to go to her room. I hear her moan in there sometimes at night, but she almost screamed in there. She came out, sat back down in her chair and said, I swear to God, Sir, She said "Damn, that was a good one." I'm not kidding!"

"You made Adrian tell you that, in front of your mom, Amy?! What the Fuck?!"

Lisa made another "shushing" sound as she went by. Damn!

"I tell my mother everything, Sir. EVERYTHING! She had me so young, we could be sisters. I never have to hide a thing from her. She loves Adrian like a daughter. Sometimes it makes me jealous. I got upset about it once a few years ago, and she told me, She loves us both the same, but she has to show it more with Adrian, because she went through the same stuff herself. That's how I came to be. It took awhile, but I finally understood why she was the way she is with Adrian."

"Wow! I had no idea, Amy...I'm.."

"Don't! Don't say it! I can never be your slave if I feel in any way that you feel sorry for me. I've never wanted for anything. My mom worked her ass off to make sure of that, she still does. She's never had a man after the fucker that stole her childhood, repeatedly raped her, and made me. Now, she seems scared of all men. She would have taken Adrian to live with us, long ago, except she is afraid her dad would come looking for her."

"Amy..." 

"I am your slave, and you damn well better treat me as such. Even my mom got off today, and I didn't. You know what she told me? She said if you were that good to Adrian, you would be that good to me too, and not to mess it up by doing what you told me not to. I'm frustrated on every damn side."

She took a breath and went again. 

"She thinks highly of you, for not taking me when you could have, at any time. I wish I was joking, but, I'm not. She even told Adrian "He's one to keep happy, baby. Make sure you do, until your sister here can help you with the load." Then she laughed her ass off. I haven't seen her that happy in a long time. Damn, she musta really had a good one!"

I got an idea. I motioned to Lisa to bring the check.

I stood and asked Amy to give me her hand. She did, and we held hands all the way to the register. I let go long enough to pay, and give Lisa a generous tip.

I couldn't help saying to her, "You remember what I said, when you see me. You know what nights, as good as I do. Say "Yes, Sir", Lisa."

She did, and blushed deeply.

Amy and I held hands as we walked out to my Explorer. I opened the backdoor on the passenger side and told her, "Get in, slave!" 

I drove to the back part of the lot. The light was out, so it was perfect. I parked, but left the engine running for the AC. Even at night, Florida IS hot.

Amy said, "Sir..."

I hushed her. "I don't know, princess, but I think there might be a piece of candy back there. The last time I saw it, it was in a blue wrapper. It's probably wet, so you'll have to rub it pretty hard to clean it off. Of course It might get wetter that way. But, see if you can't rub it dry for me. After you get it good and whatever, Let me taste it to make sure."

She must have been having a hard time finding that candy. There was a lot of moving around back there. She must have been looking under the seats or whatever from the way she grunted every now and then.

"Find it baby, I need it. I want to taste that candy now."

With out being indelicate, I'll just say she let out a squeal of happiness. I guess she found the candy.

"MMMM, I really can't wait to taste that candy." 

A hand came out of the darkness, "I think I found it, Sir. You might want to check and see."

I cleaned those fingers until they were free of any candy.

"I don't know, little Darlin', Is there a just a bit more, so I can really be sure?"

There was more, and I was really sure now.

I drove her back to her car, "Thank you for having Dinner with me, my love. You were great company."

"Thank you, Sir. So were you. I might have to look for that candy again, sometime. I think I dropped it."

"Happens that way sometimes, pet"

She opened the door to her car.

Before she got in, I just could not resist, "Hey, princess!" 

She looked at me, and I said, "Tell Mom "Hello" for me. That's an order."

I pulled out and headed for the club that I was playing DJ at that night.