1 comments/ 7489 views/ 4 favorites Virtual Play Becomes Real By: Ldy_Sea Authors Notes Thank you Kit_Cartaii for your help as a co-author. It was fun writing this with you. This story contains virtual sex, non-consensual violent fellatio, and breast torture. If you don't like these activities then please find another story more to your liking. Votes and comments are always appreciated. Disclaimers All characters who witness, participate, or encourage sexual encounters are at least 18 years old. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental As always, this story is © 2015 by Ldy_Sea and Kit_Cartaii. All Rights Reserved. Happy Orgasms. ++++++++++ "That's right bitch, make me cum." I typed on my computer keyboard. "Oh Master! this one loves the feel of your hard cock blasting its life giving juice in this whores slutty face." I smile as my avatar starts to spew virtual cum onto my collared submissive. She was my favorite. I had collared her almost two years ago. I leaned back and smiled. "I have to leave now pet. You may go dancing, but wear my cum proudly!" I will be back tonight. May you continue to deserve my collar my beloved little pet." I type my usual sign off, and log out. I sigh as I went to shower and get dressed. Then it was a long bus ride to work. Two unpaid hours of my life, just to get ready for work...at a job that sucked, but at least the pay was crap. As I went through my routine, I looked back on my life. I had planed to be a cop like every other male in my family. Then 9/11 happened. I joined the Navy, and became a Master at Arms. I loved the job, and my police recruiter promised me a job when I was discharged. Then I took an arrow to the knee, Literally. Some dumb ass seaman recruit got hold of a crossbow, and started robbing sailors in the street. I responded to a radio report of unknown trouble, and while getting out of my car to investigate, I took a bolt right through my left knee. The Navy kept me on active duty until my EAOS, then refused to let me reenlist, because of my injury, yet they also refused to give me any kind of disability. I didn't even get a damn purple heart because it wasn't from enemy action. I returned to my home town, and called the police recruiter I had been working with, and asked when I could start at the academy. After they reviewed my service records and a series of medical exams, I was politely informed that I would never be a cop. I applied for all kinds of waivers for every police force within 200 miles, and none of them would consider someone with a bad knee. I even tried to get a waiver to get back in the Navy and that was denied too. Eventually I took a job as a security guard, just to get out of the house, while I tried to figure out what to do with my life. I was assigned to this condo complex in the heart of downtown Orlando. Within months I was made the site supervisor for the building. That day I arrived at work, and relived the third shift supervisor. Minutes after I arrived, the rest of my first shift team arrived and went about their jobs. I sat at the computer station to review the past shifts logs and caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror. 6'2" 190pounds, olive complexion, clean shaven, close cropped jet black hair, brown eyes, and well toned. Not bad I thought, as I answered the phone. ********** Now Raquel had to return to the real world and take care of business. After logging out of the interverse, she logged into her work computer remotely,and began to read the documents she had to defend in court,. later that week. As she read, she mindlessly fingered the delicate gold choker she had bought for herself, following her collaring ceremony. She wanted something to always remind her she was an owned slave. On several occasions she thought about asking her master to take ownership of her in real life, but always chickened out. That was a world made of pixels, ones and zeroes. In the real world she was in control of her fate. Raquel had graduated as Valedictorian of Yale law school only 8 years ago. She had been hired at the number one firm in Florida and assigned to their Orlando office as a junior associate. She busted her ass, swallowing every piece of crap they threw her, and never complained. Most days she would ask for more. Because of her dedication, work ethic, and significantly higher than average billable hours, the partners began to notice her. Truth be told, they noticed her long legs, hourglass shape, nice tits, and pretty face first, but she proved that there was a brain to go along with her models figure. She was quickly promoted to Junior partner, then partner, and just last week, to senior partner. Now that she only answered to the managing partner, she started to work from home, allowing her to work the hours she wanted, and to use her home office which much nicer than any in the Orlando office. Besides when working from home, she was rarely interrupted by office politics or gossip which she hated with a passion. Raquel stood up and stretched after reading several hundred pages of technical data, glad she had hired an expert to go over this and tell her what it all meant. She decided to take a break and go get a cup of coffee. After pouring a special brew made only for the president of Columbia who sent her 2 pounds a week, in gratitude for helping him with some legal matters. When she returned to her office, she saw that damn pepping spic looking in her window again. It was the third time this week. She stormed out of her office and called the useless flashlight cops...again to deal with this. ********** "Security, Sergeant Murphy." "Those fuckin' spics in maintenance are looking in my windows again. Do something or I'll have your ass." I grimaced as the caller slammed the phone down before I could respond. "Rich Bitch?" asked the Kevin, the parking lot rover who was checking in after making his initial rounds of the parking structure. I nodded, and debated having the building rover take care of her complaint. I decided to handle it myself. No matter who I sent I would end up dealing with her anyway. I stood up making sure my uniform was perfect, and using my pass key I took the elevator to the penthouse. When the elevator doors opened, she was waiting for me. "Last week they were looking in my kitchen windows, this week their looking in my office windows. I don't feel safe with them around. Are you going to report them, or do I need to get your ass fired?" she said before the elevator doors even finished opening. Struggling to keep my temper in check, I began to speak slowly and clearly, like you would to a misbehaving child. "Ma'am, I told you last week, the maintenance staff is replacing all the outdoor light fixtures around the pool deck. Some of those fixtures are on the walls of your penthouse. They are not spying on you, They're just doing their job." She grabs my arm and drags me into her office. She points to Mario standing on a ladder. "Ma'am that brown thing in his hand is the old light. The new light is in the white box on the ladder. Now is there anything else I can do for you?" my voice trails off as I see a framed photo on her desk. Something about the photo seems very familiar, and I step closer to look at it. I realize I have the exact same photo on my desk next to my computer at home. The picture was from an online wedding of a good friend of mine. The Bride and groom were in the center of the picture, and I was on the left. On the right was the very familiar form of 0wn3d_5lu7, who was my collared submissive in the interverse. I remembered taking that screen shot, and emailing it to my online sub, ordering her to display it by her computer. ********** For those who don't know about the interverse, It's an MMO world similar to Second Life, but it is entirely based on sex, you could do virtual drugs, go swimming, fuck pretty much anywhere, go to night clubs, watch porno flicks (both staring real people or avatars), sell merchandise from clothing for avatars to decorative items used in setting up a users apartment or even your own small corner of the interverse. The in world money called Rays was exchangeable for US dollars. I had a good friend who was in a car wreck and bed ridden for a year. She earned enough money by being an interverse working girl to pay all her bills and save a bit. I was a well known and popular Dom, and had several females in my harem, but only two had earned my collar. I regularly hired out my girls to be the entertainment at parties of all kinds, and usually I took part in the festivities. ********** When I saw that picture, my mind started racing, it couldn't be...could it. I know 0wn3d_5lu7 lives in Orlando, and was a lawyer... but her? My dick grew hard, as I thought about the possibilities. She was glaring at me waiting for me to do something, so I did. I stepped close to her, and slapped her across her face. She drew in a breath, to scream and when I whispered "May you continue to deserve my collar my beloved little pet." ********** Without any warning whatsoever, the fucker slapped Raquel. She could feel a huge red hand print marring her perfect skin. She froze in shock and anger, looking at the dead man who dared touch her. Her hand gently probed the bruised cheek to determine how much damage had been done. She froze in utter shock. He spoke her Masters farewell. What? He was real? Fuck...No! She was a strong woman. Unafraid of standing her ground. So why couldn't she move. Why was she just standing there, not telling this arrogant, worthless piece of crap what he could do with himself before she called his boss to have him fired, then sue him, and the Condo management who hired him, for every penny she could wring out of them. ********** "Yes my pet, I am Sir Sailé on the interverse, and you are my collared slave who uses the name 0wn3d_5lu7. Pet, using racial epithets is not acceptable for one who wears my collar. Besides, Mario is Italian, not Hispanic. I smile and very obviously look her over like she's a piece of meat in a butcher shop. She really was an attractive woman, too bad her personality didn't match her looks. Well that's something I can fix, I thought to myself as I reached out and pinched her nipples. "I will be back later. Be here or your online activities will become public." I warn her as I turn on my heel and leave before she can say anything. As I rode the elevator down, I began making plans to take control of my online slut in person. Arriving back at the security desk, the field supervisor is waiting. "How'd it go Rick?" "I think Ms. Raquel Peidmont will be a lot easier to handle going forward.", I told him. Things are going to change with her. I thought to myself, as we began going over some upcoming security changes in the building. ********** As he left, she let a strangled scream,not believing the turn her life just took. Standing there with her fists clenched, she decided to go take a shower, hoping to wash away her seething anger. As the water ran over her naked body she considered her options. She could call his boss and get him fired, and sue them for every dime, Maybe even have him charged with sexual battery. The only downside is that a long drawn out court case would reveal her submissiveness and her sexual predilections, something other lawyers would quickly take advantage of. Of course she could submit to him. She had promised to be his submissive, and he had treated her very well over the years. He had shown he cared for her, and maybe even loved her. Despite the fact that their relationship only existed in cyberspace it was one of the most satisfying relationships she ever had. She had gone on a few dates after the collaring ceremony, but it always felt like she was cheating on her master, and soon stopped. Maybe she would see what his plans were, maybe she could be his in real life. As she was thinking this, her hand was caressing her taut flat stomach. Without thinking about it her hand slide lower and found her shaved mound. She started to gently rub herself and her juices started to flow. Her other hand started to pinch her nipple, as she eased her finger into her womanly folds. Her hand lifted her breast, and she was about to suck on her own nipple, when she caught sight of herself in the fog proof full length mirror she had installed in her shower. Dropping her hands, "Fuck!" she screamed. She couldn't let herself lose control like that. There had to be another option. As she shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, she realized that there was one other thing she could do. She was one of the best lawyers around. She would negotiate with him. It should be a piece of cake convincing a piece of shit, broke ass, loser security guard to go away and forget her. Hell she closed complex deals worth tens of millions of dollars with a single phone call. Getting him to go away would cost her five, six grand tops. She was willing to go to ten, and even offer a blow job to seal the deal. She nodded at herself as she dressed in her most powerful business suit, and mentally preparing for the upcoming negotiation. ********** Rick sat at his desk, daydreaming the rest of his shift. Fortunately, nothing major happened. When his relief came in, Rick handed over the building keys, and walkie talkie. "I gotta go to the management office he said, I'll see you guys tomorrow." The rest of his team called out farewells as the afternoon shift took over. Rick took the elevator to the third floor, than ran up two flights of stairs, and took the elevator up to the penthouse. When the doors opened he called out. "Attend to me my pet." The same message he sent her whenever he logged in to the interverse. ********** "Time to put on a show." She thought, fighting the urge to do great bodily harm to the idiot standing in front of her. "This one is here to serve you." She said dropping to her knees. Mentally she cursed herself for automatically assuming the submissive position her avatar always assumed when greeting her Master. At least she wasn't naked as her avatar usually was. Deciding to play the part of his submissive just might make the negotiations easier if he thinks he has the upper hand. All she had to do is to wait for her opportunity. ********** "Now my pet." he says unzipping himself and pulling out his penis. "You know that you are supposed to be nude in my presence. All rules I have for you online apply in the real world too. This is the only time I will forgive you for breaking one of my rules." He steps forward waving his cock in her face. But you do know how to greet you owner don't you?" ********** She stared at the penis, feeling an all to familiar itch. But this wasn't how to begin a negotiation. There was no way she would be taken seriously by this rent a cop, if she did what she knew he wanted. Her eyes widened in horror as she heard herself say "This one was taught by her master two years ago, how to meet a male." and she leaned in and softly kissed the head of his penis, stopping herself from taking his shaft in her mouth. She had to admit to herself, it was one of the nicest penis she had ever seen. It curved just like she liked, and was clean and neat, and she know from the few pictures they exchanged that he kept himself well groomed. Looking up into his eyes, she realized how attractive he was. He was tall, and strong, and walked with a slight limp, but in his uniform, which looked to be tailored, he was very handsome. She mentally slapped herself, trying to get herself to snap out of it. In order to buy a bit of time she said to him, "I am sorry sir. This one can not do as you command in these clothes." Asking him for permission to go strip would give her time to gather her thoughts and maybe get a shot of Jack to bolster herself for the confrontation. ********** "Then I Will help you dress properly." He says smiling at her. Pulling out his pocket knife, he flicks it open. "Now don't move, I don't want to hurt you...at least not yet?" He smiles as she watches his motions, her eyes wide with fright and arousal. He pulled the bottom of her blouse out of her skirt and away from her body. He slipped the sharp blade into the shirt and slide it up, cutting off each button, one at a time. He loved the way she flinched each time a button landed on the hard wood floors with a clatter. Once the last button announced it lost its battle with gravity, he let go of the blouse letting it hang open still covering her breasts. Rick then picked up her arm and slide the knife into the left arm at the wrist. He quickly cut the material all the way too the collar. Then he repeated this on the right side, letting the destroyed garment fall to the floor, exposing the red satin demi cup bra with black lace trim encasing the wonderful softness of her breasts. Exhaling at the sexy bra he left that on her as Rick slid the flat of he knife into the waistband of her skirt. He carefully maneuvered it to the seam on the side. Then twisting the knife so the well honed blade sliced the material of the skirt from waistband to hem. The skirt floated to the ground and the material puddled around her calves and knees. The matching french cut panties looked very hot on her trim taut body. Looking down at his sex toy he says to her "Next time you refuse my command for any reason, you will suffer. Now..." he folds his knife and puts it away. "Greet me as you were taught." ********** Her eyes widened in horror as he pulled out the knife. He had never used or threatened to use a weapon on her before. She was frightened for her life. It was almost a relief when he started slicing off her $400 Prada Blouse. She could always reattach the buttons that wasn't a big deal. When he sliced the arms and shoulders, she knew the blouse was the most expensive rag she owned. Sighing in exasperation, she obediently held her tongue when he did the same thing to her $1100 Gucci skirt. Kneeling there in her favorite sexy underwear, the ones she always wore the first time she slept with a guy, she wondered why she put those on instead of something less sexy. She watched him put the knife away, partially relieved he didn't cut off her Dolce and Gabbana lingerie, partially wondering why he didn't finish getting her nude. Her brain was screaming at her, to get up and run, that he was about to rape and murder her. But her body was frozen in place. This was her master and she was too well trained to disobey him. She had no more excuses, no way to stall. It was either do as he commanded or suffer the consequences. She took a deep breath and with a practiced skill, she slowly licked the very head of his tool and put her hand around the base. With just a light squeeze, it would delay his orgasm , making him cum that much harder when he did. He had taught her this trick, online and since then she tried it out on two lovers. Both of whom thought she was the greatest fellatrix ever born. Slowly she moved her head forward. Part of her was demanding that she take her perfect pearly white teeth and perform an oral Lorena Bobbitt. But smelling his musk, and tasting the slightly salty flavor of his shaft drove those thoughts from her mind. It had been over 18 months since she had been intimate with another human being, and while playing online and using various toys lessened her need, she was still a woman and craved the real thing. Besides her training told her not to use her teeth and she well remembered that lesson. ********** Rick was amazed at her oral skill. He had never had someone so well versed in how to please a man. Even the most skilled Filipino whores had nothing on this high class rich bitch lawyer in the cock sucking arena. He sighed in pleasure, and pushed her bra under her tits so it lifted them up to him like a peasant offering alms to the Master of the land. He saw her nipples were erect, so he took one in his hand and began to twist it, enjoying her moaning in pain as she worshiped his dick with her mouth. Virtual Play Becomes Real ********** Finally that massive purple head was in her mouth. She loved this part, and was about to tease him, and have fun with him, when he started to torture her nipple. That surprised her, but she loved the feeling it gave her. She moaned in pleasure as she continued to pleasure his manhood. Trying to put the pain aside so she could concentrate, she slowly focused on the task before her. She ran her tongue over the head of his cock once...twice...three times, before moving downwards on his cock, allowing it to touch the back of her throat. ********** Rick loved being in this position. It was really hot online, but being in control of a beautiful and powerful woman in person was beyond his wildest imaginings. He let his free hand rest on the top of her head, caressing her hair, trying to savor the pleasure she was giving him, and to burn this moment into his brain forever. ********** The small part of her that was demanding to be a free person and that she take control of this situation before it got out of hand, recognized that while he was experienced as a Dom online, in person he was overwhelmed by a simple blow-job. He just stood there with a goofy grin on his face playing with her tit and rubbing her hair. She slowly took more of his cock in her mouth, But then pulled back. She had never experienced a deep throat in real life and he would not be her first. ********** Rick continued pinching her nipple letting he get used to the new direction of their relationship. He was reminded of the Michael Litito quote when asked how he ate a plane 'One bite ate a time'. That was his plan start her off with a nice simple basic blow job, and let her get used to giving up control, and soon she would be his to do with as he pleased. By the time he was done with her, she would be totally under his spell. He continued to let her set the pace, giving her the illusion that she was in control. That would change soon... very, very soon. ********** For now, her plan was to please him. Soon he would realize she was the one in control, and he would regret trying to make her his slave. No one was strong enough to break her, unless she wanted him too. She figured that this loser probably lived in some shitty studio apartment, in Pine Hills, and his only regular date was his Rosie Palm. She would pleasure him with her oral skills, then swallow his load, and then get rid of him permanently. She knew people who could make him disappear if he didn't go away on his own. Smiling at the thought of him getting six in the crotch and bleeding out in some dark alley made her smile, as she pictured some gator in the deep Everglades feasting on his remains. She slowly took his cock down her throat, realizing it was bigger than she had thought. She had never taken one so big inside her. Her head moved forward and the tip of his shaft slid into her throat. She shuddered in pleasure and wondered if she could take the whole thing. She forced her head forward some more, and she felt it lodge in her throat as his balls smacked against her delicate chin. She looked up at him and smiled around his cock proud she was able to deep throat her masters large cock, something she had never done before. Sliding her head off his cock, with a loud wet Pop, she continued stroking him. "Is master pleased with his slut. Did master like being in her worthless throat?" She asked forgetting she promised herself that she wasn't going to take him balls deep. She was about to stand and walk away from him. She figured he was satisfied and it was time to reassert control in this situation. She knew he would beg her for more, and she just might give him more, but there would be a price. ********** "Finish up you slut, I didn't tell you to stop." He said glaring at her. His eyes filled with a warning if she tried to walk away right now. ********** "Make me." she says walking away, "And you owe me $1500 for clothes." I say slamming my bedroom door. She leans against it panting quietly. Forcing herself away from that delicious cock was one of the hardest things she had ever done in her life. "Please Lord. Let him Make me..." I mumbled, shocking myself. The thought of being forced to finish sucking that cock or even being forcefully fucked in my bed, sent shivers down my spine and into the core of my being. Until now I was only slightly damp. But at these thoughts my pussy was overflowing with cream. She stepped over to her dresser and began to look for clothes to wear until he left her apartment and her life. ********** I was apoplectic. No slut had ever walked away from me like that. This ungrateful bitch would have to pay, and pay dearly. I walked to her bedroom door and kicked it open, breaking the door frame. I grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her onto the bed. "Bitch I was gonna go easy on you, but fuck that. Now you see what I can do to disobedient, ungrateful, skank ass whores like you." Pulling her hair back hard, her mouth opens to scream. I cut off her vocalizations by shoving my dick into her throat, not stopping until my ball sack was rubbing her lips. "As for your shitty clothes, be grateful if I leave you so much as a God dammed washcloth for you to cover your fucking self with." I started to fiercely drive my cock into her mouth, pushing it in deep and only taking it out when she started to struggle for air. I was enjoying the muscle spasms in her neck when my dick was lodged deep in her mouth. "And if I feel your mother fucking teeth, I'll rip every last one out of your dick sucker, then sell you for gum jobs on OBT." I kept my hold on her hair, pulling her head back, and glared at her, daring her to try and fight me. ********** I couldn't breath. I couldn't scream. My head hurt and I couldn't make a sound. His cock. His massive cock was pounding into my throat with the same force as a jack hammer. I couldn't...wouldn't do anything about the invading force. I fucking loved it. I didn't have any control. Every part of me. Every part of my noble upbringing wanted to bite down so hard he lost his dick, But I couldn't. I wouldn't. Even without his threats, which just aroused me more, I would never hurt my beloved master. I was quickly becoming addicted to him, though there was still a part of me screaming that this man was raping me, I still couldn't bring myself to disobey him. That small part of me was saying "Fuck...What's going on? I was the greatest lawyer around, and I was reduced to a quivering mass of flesh obedient to his every whim." That part was getting smaller and smaller the more he took control of me. ********** Rick was growing intoxicated by the power he had over this woman. Her oral skills were well above par, and he just knew his life had changed in new and exciting ways. He was starting to make plans for his new sex slave, and knew that with her money they would lead very interesting lives, with lots of adventures. He completely ignored the gagging sounds, loving the way her throat massaged his cock when she choked. While her nose was buried in my pubes, I looked down at her, "Slut you are mine now, not only online but in real life. I own you, and plan on being your full time Master. I will be moving in with you starting..." I glance at my watch "now." Rick slide my cock completely out of her mouth and she sucked in air and was about to speak when he rams it back into your throat, saying "I didn't give you permission to speak, nor did I ask you a question." ********** Raquel was relieved, and a bit disappointed when he pulled out of her. She thought she would have time to speak, to fight with words. Words had never failed me before, but he didn't allow me time for anything more than to take in much needed oxygen, so I didn't pass out. His cock again slammed down her throat and she gagged again. Raquel was starting to get mad. Mad at herself for putting herself in this situation, mad at him for being so forceful, mad that she was so submissive. There was no way she could fight him anymore. There was still a spark demanding that she not give in to this..this rapist...this lowlife...this servant. His cock slammed down her throat again, and she moaned as it slid in without making her gag, for the first time. That moan was the last straw. It extinguished that last spark of the strong independent woman I had been. I was now his willing slave. I wondered just how much trouble I was in for not completely and totally submitting to my rightful master immediately. ********** Rick began to fuck her mouth faster and faster, trying to make himself cum. He began to skull fuck her, thrusting himself into her mouth over and over, the pressure building in his cock. Her hand had returned to the base of his shaft helping to delay his orgasm. He reached down and grabbed her tits, squeezing them and pulling them, his fingers digging cruelly into the unmarred soft flesh. ********** With a pain filled moan, tears start to slip down her face as she started to not only accept but encourage him to throat rape me. Her tongue began to slide over his cock, licking the tip whenever it wasn't being driven down into my stomach. She was determined to give him the best orgasm of his life, hoping that he wouldn't hurt her if she pleased him. ********** Without any warning, I shove my cock down to your stomach and with simple grunt my dick spews my juice into your belly. ********** There was absolutely no orgasm when he started to blast his burning hot cum into my mouth and throat. She was not ready for the powerful jets exploding from him, and it made her choke hard. She had to fight her reflexes to keep it all in her mouth. She was successful in swallowing it all without letting any slip from her mouth. ********** "Once his balls were drained, he pulled his cock from her mouth and pushed her off the bed. "Go brush your teeth dick breath, then get your skanky ass back in here." He commanded as he picked up her TV remote and turned on her TV. ********** She scurried on all fours into the master bathroom, and quickly brushed her teeth, and then stripped off her lingerie. Putting it in the hamper, she quickly returned to the bedroom to see her master laying on her bed watching some damn war movie, lots of blood, guts and explosions. The kind of thing she hated. Laying there with his dick still sticking out of his pants, he didn't even look at her. Go make me a sandwich, Ham and Swiss on white or wheat, with mayo lettuce tomato and pickles. And a beer to drink, and hurry up you little slut. As matter of fact I'm really hungry. Make me two." ********** For just a moment her rebellious side tried to fight for its life refusing to go make this rapist a sandwich. But in the end her needs and desires won out, and she obediently went into her kitchen and made him his sandwiches, and brought it to him on a tray with the only beer she had, Sam Adams Utopias. ********** She set the tray up for him then knelt beside the bed awaiting further instructions. He took a bite of the sandwich and chewed it thoroughly, then took a sip of the beer, surprised by it's taste. Taking another bite he took the piece of the sandwich out of his mouth and offered it to her, like one would offer table scraps to a dog. "Either eat what I give you my pet, or you don't eat until breakfast." ********** Without any internal struggle she opened her mouth and took the piece of the sandwich and ate it, actually feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness in feeding her. Once she swallowed the food, he held up the golden bottle of beer and poured some into her mouth, and she quickly swallowed it, even though she actually disliked beer. ********** Once they had finished eating, he shut off the TV and stood up. Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her into the bathroom. "I gotta piss." he said. ********** Her online profile clearly stated no water-sports, and he had always respected that before. There was no way she was going to let him empty his bladder on or in her body. ********** Letting go of her hair, he took her hand and wrapped it around his dick. "Aim it well pet or you will have a mess to clean up." ********** She aimed his dick at the toilet and was pleased that on her first try she got it all in the bowl. She wondered why men couldn't do that with their years of experience when she could on her first try. ********** Zipping himself up, he looked at her. "Get dressed my pet. We are going to my apartment and packing up my belongings. I will be moving in with you tonight, and I will be living here until I tire of you." ********** He was...going to live here...She let out a small sigh, and crawled close. She gently put her hand on his leg and looked up at him. "Master...Please..." She stopped. She didn't actually know what she wanted. Her mouth was agape and she seemed to want something sexual, but her own mind wouldn't allow her to know what she wanted. ********** Instinctively he knew what she wanted. "Yes my pet I will still punish you for your reluctance, and your willfulness, bit first I need some of my tools." Oh and if you're good, I will let you remain dressed while we do this. Any further disobedience will have you naked while we carry my belongings from the garage into my new penthouse. ********** She shuddered in pleasure, not sure if she wanted to be good, or to be naked in public where her neighbors might see her. ++++++++++ End Note: The outline called for a much longer story involving more characters. Unfortunately Kit was unable to help finish writing this. One day we may get back to it, but until then, enjoy what was written.