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Two Weeks

By: PassionStJohn



What had I gotten myself into? Where was my mind when I agreed to this? Were they even still here in the room, or had they left? 

I shifted position slightly, feeling the coolness of the room on my naked skin. There was no sound and yet there was so much. I could hear the hum of the air conditioning, the faint sounds of a TV somewhere else, but nothing that said they were nearby. 

My knees ached and my lower back was painful. I wondered how I looked, kneeling naked, hands crossed at the wrists at the small of my back, thrusting my full breasts out, my legs spread open to his view. Did he like my body? Was I too fat? 

I wish he had not put this blindfold on me. The darkness was hard for me. He knew this, but he still did it. I concentrated on my breathing, calming myself. Why should I panic? I was only kneeling stark naked in a room with a man I had never seen before. Trust. Trust in my friend had brought me here. She alone knew of my desires and she had arranged this. She said he was very highly respected and after this week I would know if this was the life I wanted or not. 

Breathe. Control the fear. 

"You say she is completely untrained?" his words were so unexpected that I jumped and then forced myself back into the position I was expected to keep. 

"Completely." There was something cold and unfamiliar about my friend. How well did I truly know her? What if this man were some sort of ax-murderer? 

"She controls her fear well enough for now." I could hear him move closer, walking around me. I tried to stop from trembling, but I knew I was shaking like a leaf. I felt his fingers lift my chin, "Why are you here girl?" 

I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry, my voice gone. I tried again and my voice cracked and shook, "Please...." what should I call him? I didn't know his name even, "Please, Sir. I want to know...." I had to take a deep breath to continue, "...if.... the dreams are really me or not." 

He released my chin and paced. I could feel tears wetting the blindfold. "And you are willing to place yourself in my care for 2 weeks to learn this? Knowing that I will own you completely, that I will do with your body as I please? That I will force you to be a slave and force you to submit?" 

This was what I wanted. This was what I had dreamed of so often. So why was it so hard to answer him? "I think so Sir. I mean, I know it is what I have dreamed of since I was a child, but I can't promise anything more than to try my best." 

"Mmmmmmmmmm." He paced more. There was a rustle of paper. "I see you signed the contract for these two weeks. Well then, girl. I will give you two weeks. Not because you come to me like this, but because you truly want to know. If you had begged to be made a slave, I would have refused you. I can see your fear and your desire to run from here, but I can also see your need to know for sure." 

There were more noises and then the touch of cold metal around my neck. I must have jerked from it, for my movement was met with the quick snap of a crop across my back. "Hold still!" 

The tone held me trembling as he locked the collar around my neck and then a leather cuff around each of my wrists. He fastened them together and pushed my knees further apart with his feet. 

"I'll be back in two weeks, honey!" She laughed as she left. I heard the door and was alone with him. Alone and bound. 

"Catechism time. What are you?" 

"Sir?" The abrupt shift confused me. The crop danced once on my breasts and I jumped, struggling to hold the position. 

"I will repeat it one more time. What are you?" 

"A human being, Sir?" 

The crop landed again, harder, "No, you are a slave. Bend down and rest your head on the floor, don't move your legs." 

I obeyed, displaying my ass to his crop and with my legs splayed, my cunt too. 

"What am I, Slave?" 

"You are my.... Master?" 

"Good, you may not be so stupid after all. Now girl, what is your purpose?" 

"To serve you, Sir." 

"Good enough for now." He fastened cuffs to each of my ankles and then attached a bar between them. I could not have closed my legs now no matter how hard I tried. he added a chain from the collar around my neck to the bar. I could not move at all from this position. This panicked me for some reason and I must have whimpered or struggled for he laughed long and deep. 

"Gods, girl. You are a tasty treat like that. I can taste your fear," the crop caressed my ass and I trembled, feeling my arousal dampening, knowing he could see it, "I can smell your arousal. You will be a masterpiece when I am done with you. You will be a slave completely, for it is in you to be so. You dream of chains and cages, of men stronger than you, You dream they will take you down to your deepest fear and use you again and again. So I will." 

He thrust into my wetness hard, using my body for his pleasure and not mine. I cannot explain the sensation of agony and pleasure. The realization that what he said was true and he was doing it already. He kept thrusting and then pulled out. He left me there, bent, dripping his cum on the floor. I heard the shower going. I dozed and woke in my darkness. 

What was I thinking to get myself this way? What would I find at the end of the two weeks? 

I heard him enter and stand near me, watching. I wanted to speak, but the contract had specified I would not speak unless asked to. 

I heard him moving, opening a drawer and then the sound of something moving sharply through the air. A whip? The crop from before? I tensed against the pain I could only imagine. I had never been whipped or flogged before, other than that small correction earlier. I feared this part of my submission, yet I was excited to try it. 

A knock on the door startled me. I was in direct line of sight of the door. He wouldn't answer it, he wouldn't do that to me.... I heard his steps move toward the door and it open. I tried to move, but I was helpless. 

"Hi Ken, how did it work out?" A deep voice asked, "Oh there she is, God's what a lovely ass!" 

This couldn't be happening. This was hard enough with just him. Fear took over me and I struggled frantically to free myself of these bonds. There was nothing I could do. 

"Silence!" the crop lashed my ass sharply. 

I had not realized I was saying anything, but I bit my lip and tried to keep the scream of fear that was building in me. 

"Untrained, but gods, she looks good. I think she will mark well if that was any example." The other man said with obvious pleasure. "Is she tight?" 

"Yes, " Ken, my Master, replied, "I doubt she had gotten any in a long time. I plan to start anal training as soon as possible. It is one of the things she fears most, so I bet she will be exceptional at it." 

I tried to lift my head to beg that he not do that to me, but I couldn't. I whimpered in fear. I thought he had asked my fears so he would not go there. This was not what I had planned on. 

"I could help." The other man offered. "Dierdre is not well, so I have no playmate for the night." 

"I'll get the oil. Warm her up. I was just about to give her 20 when you came over." 

"No! Please No!" I screamed, struggling again, "This isn't what I thought... please no!" 

A few moments later my helplessness was further increased by a thick gag shaped like a penis shoved into my mouth. It pressed back far, almost gagging me. 

With no warning the second man began to thrash my ass with the crop. Hot licks of pain spread over me. I screamed into the gag, struggling to escape the lash, never succeeding. There was a pause and then some words. 

"Here." 

"She marks well. I will have to be careful not to give her too much." 

Cool oil dripped over my hot skin and then there was pressure against my asshole. I struggled, but hands pulled my hair hard to keep me still. It was too big, it wouldn't fit. 

"Relax, slave, push and then relax." 

I tried to obey and he pushed in as I relaxed. Too big, oh gods, where was Sarah? Why had she allowed me to do this? Deeper, thicker he entered. I was being torn in half. 

And then he began to move, slowly at first. The oil kept it from hurting too much, but the sensation was overwhelming. The penis in my mouth and the other in my ass. My body burned from the whipping and from need.. Oh god, it hurt, it felt good. What were they doing to me. The agony and pleasure lasted forever. My world narrowed to the two penises in me, I sucked the gag in time with his thrusts and felt him stiffen and thrust one hard time, filling me. 

He pulled out with a deep sigh of pleasure. "Gods that was something else. She is going to be something else when you are done with her." 

I heard them talk some more, share some coffee, leaving me like that, the cool air soothing my body. After some time, he left. I was alone again with my Master. 

When he touched me again, I jerked in fear, but he was tender now, whispering softly in my ear as he removed the bonds and lifted me in his arms. He carried me into the bathroom and gently put me in a tub of warm water. He bathed me, still speaking soothingly to me like I was a spooked horse. Still, he did not remove the blindfold. 

When he was done, he lifted me up again and carried me to another room, lying me on a bed. He rolled me onto my stomach and began to massage my back and shoulders. They ached from having been bound in one position for so long. He rubbed me until I purred in comfort and relaxation. 

I felt him lie next to me, one arm over my body, “What are you girl?” 

“Your slave,” I whispered softly. 

“And who am I?” 

“You are my Master.” 

“And what is your purpose?” 

“To please you, Master.” 

“To please me in all things.” 

“To please you in all things, Master.” 

“Do you think you pleased me tonight?” 

I did not see the verbal trap, “I think so Master.” 

Quickly he moved my hands to the small of my back and snapped metal handcuffs on me. Unprepared for this, I did not resist. 

“You told me No. You dared to order me and then think you please me?” The anger in his tone rose and I began to tremble. 

He got up and moved around. There was the swish in the air and the sharp hot pain of leather on my already tender skin. I screamed and rolled over to protect myself, falling to the floor. The leather fell again, on my front now, striking my breasts, burning my nipples, ripping a louder scream. He did nothing to stop my movements, but gave me lash after lash. The leather found my breasts, ass and cunt no matter how I moved or curled. 

The whipping stopped and I lay sobbing on the floor until he forced a ball gag into my mouth and pulled me by the collar around my neck. He actually managed to lift me from the ground and toss me into something. I could feel the cold metal under me and around me. It was a metal cage. I heard the door slam and a lock snick into place. 

“Sleep well” 

There was the sound of a shutting door and then nothing. I freaked. I screamed behind the gag and shook and threw myself against the sides, door and roof, not caring how much it hurt. Eventually, I lay exhausted on the floor of the cage, sobbing myself into sleep. 

His hands woke me, pulling me from the cage, carrying me into the bathroom and sitting me on the toilet. Desperate, I peed, knowing he was watching. Why fight it? 

“Good girl.” He removed the blindfold and gag. I blinked and squinted in the sudden light. This was my first time seeing him. I don’t understand why, but after being in the dark, seeing him was a relief and comfort. He was older looking than I had thought, his temples graying, laugh lines etched his face gently. I guessed him to be in his late 40s. 

“You survived your punishment I see. Today is a fresh day. Today, your training starts. Each morning you will come here and I will see to some of your preparation. Your body is for my pleasure, so you will prepare it well. I will shave you and give you an enema and then you can shower and do your hair.” 

“Enema?” I jerked back from him. 

A frown crossed his face, “Did I ask you a question?” 

“No, Master.” 

He nodded and I knew later there would be some punishment for speaking out of turn. 

He had me bend over and grab my ankles and proceeded to pump me full of warm water. He kept adding more and more water until I thought I was going to explode. He then moved me to the counter and began to shave me and I struggled to keep the water inside me and not twitch at the cramps. By the time he had my cunt completely naked, I was ready. He watched me lurch for the toilet and when I was done, crying silently again he patted me on the head, “Shower and when you are done, come to the kitchen.” 

Humiliated I crawled into the shower and let the hot water cleanse me. When I realized I couldn’t stay in there all day, I finally got out and dried off. There was no hair dryer, so I brushed it and left it loose about my shoulders. On the counter were the leather cuffs for my wrists and ankles. They had not been there earlier, so I surmised I was to “dress” in them. 

Like a condemned man, I walked to the kitchen. He was there, sitting at the table reading the paper and sipping coffee. Carefully, I knelt by his feet and waited. I already had one punishment for speaking out of turn coming and I didn’t want another. He read, pages turned and he ate. I had had nothing since lunch yesterday, but after the humiliation this morning, I wasn’t sure I could eat anything. He had taken every bit of privacy from me and crushed it. With the air touching my freshly shaven body, I felt more than naked. Silent tears kept creeping from my eyes. I kept my hands behind my back and did not brush them away. 

“You have been very good. You learn quickly.” 

I looked up, surprised to be so warmed at his praise. 

He put a plate on the floor and a mug. “Eat. You may use your hands, but don’t make a mess.” 

The plate held a slice of toast and the mug some plain black coffee. I glanced up at him and then back at the food. 

“Isn’t it good enough for you girl?” 

“It is wonderful, Master, thank you!” I assured him quickly, worried he would take away the food if he thought I wasn’t grateful. I ate it quickly and drank the coffee. It was bitter and odd tasting. 

“Clean the dishes and then meet me in the living room.” He left after watching me finish my food. 

I jumped up and quickly washed the dishes, dried them and put them away. He was at his computer when I came in and again I kneeled and waited. He finished something, saved the file and snapped a leash onto my collar. 

“After breakfast, you will be exercised to keep you in good shape. When you return, you will make lunch and serve it to me. Make a portion for yourself. If you deserve it, you will get it.” He tugged the leash and I rose and followed. At the door, he fastened my hands behind my back and opened the door, motioning me to go out. I balked. He was going to take me outside stark naked? 

He picked up the crop from the table by the door and gave me two quick swats on my ass. “Do not balk again, girl.” He shoved me out the door. I stood, half curled to hide my body and the crop smacked me again, “Stand up straight!” 

Correcting me the whole way, he prodded me across the walkway between several condominiums to a common room. I was surprised as we entered to see maybe 10 women there, naked, collared, some chained, all exercising with great concentration. Walking around the room with a wicked looking whip was a tall, heavyset woman in black. 

Master took me over to her and motioned for me to kneel. I did so, daring a quick glance up and then studied the floor. 

“Looks like she wants to bolt at the first opportunity,” the woman commented with a dry laugh. 

“She signed on for a two week training. She may want out of it, but I promised it to her and damn her, she’s going to get it. Vic, I want you to work her hard. She’s got too much baby fat on her still. Don’t give her an inch. Two weeks is not really long enough for what I have planned. Send her back with one of the other girls.” 

As he left, I looked at him desperately. He wasn’t going to leave me here with this other woman. The look he gave me made me drop my gaze quickly. 

When the door shut, Vic swung the whip across my back so hard it knocked me to the ground. 

“Now bitch, you are mine. One bit of disobedience and I will make you dread every morning of your life.” 

She hauled me to my feet and got me on a treadmill. Attaching my collar to the bar, she released my hands and got the machine moving. Faster and faster until I was having to run to keep up. She stood there watching and then started to yell at me to get my knees higher. I tried, but she laid the whip into my skin until I had reached a height that pleased her. 

The woman was a sadist and took great pleasure in torturing each of us girls there with exercise. It was like PE in hell. She was careful not to push any of us too hard, but keep us to the edge of fear with her whip. At the end, I was so exhausted, I could barely stand. The toast and coffee were long gone and my stomach growled with hunger. Nausea swirled around me each time I stood. 

“Pool time!” She barked, herding us out to the pool. The other girls moved quickly and dove into the water, swimming and splashing. Vic, or Mistress Victoria as one of the girl called her, pulled me over and pushed my head into her crotch. “Lick me slut!” 

I had never done this before and I wasn’t about to start with her. I struggled and she backhanded me into the pool. Another girl held me in the water, trying to staunch the blood running from my nose. 

“You okay?” she asked softly, “I don’t think anything is broken. Be especially careful around her. The Master’s don’t seem to realize how mean she really is.” 

“Master’s? You are all slaves?” 

She laughed and smiled, “Yes, this is a place owned by a local group. They rent the condos out to full members. It provides a place for training and such without having to worry about the neighbors. Master Ken didn’t explain it to you?” 

“No,” I checked my nose. The bleeding was stopping. Mistress Victoria had another girl between her legs and looked rather relaxed. 

“By the way, I’m Monica.” 

“Kelly,” I kept moving to the far side of the pool, away from the crazed woman. 

“You are new to this aren’t you?”

“Yes…. I wanted to know…. That is….”

Mistress Victoria let out an animal grunt and stood, “Out of the pool. Dry off and line up for inspection.” 

“Move quickly!” Monica whispered and we both hauled ourselves out of the pool. Towels were there and we dried ourselves off. I followed the other girl’s examples and knelt by the edge of the pool, eyes straight ahead, thighs parted. Mistress Victoria came and looked us each over. One girl was given 5 swats for dirty fingernails, another 2 swats for slouching. I got 10 for untidy hair. 

We were then dismissed. Mistress Victoria attached the collar to my leash, fastened my hands behind my back and hauled me back to Master’s place. He seemed surprised to see her there. 

“I wanted you to know that your girl was clumsy and fell. I fear she will have a nasty bruise on her face.” She handed over the leash. Her voice was so sincere. I kept my eyes down and said nothing. Why would he believe her over me? 

“Hmmmm…” he pulled me into the house and released my wrists. “I’ll talk with her. She will be more careful tomorrow. Go make lunch. girl.” 

I hurried into the kitchen where he had left a note of what he wanted served. When he came in, I was dishing up the soup. The sandwiches were on the table and a pitcher of iced tea sparkled in a glass pitcher. He seated himself and I knelt at his feet. He ate in silence. Finally he pushed his bowl aside and lifted my chin with his hand. 

“What really happened? Remember, I expect the truth.” 


Two Weeks



How could I be truthful and not sound like a whinny child, not accuse her of lying? “I…. “ I took a deep breath, “I did not obey Mistress Victoria.”

“Really?” his tone was unreadable, “And this caused you to fall?” 

“Yes, Master.” 

“I see. And just how did you disobey her?” 

I turned a bright red, “She…. She wanted me to… to… “ oh gods, I was going to get so punished for this, “lick her.” 

“And you did not obey?” 

“I didn’t know if I was supposed to, Master.” I hung my head. 

“Well, I sent you over there to exercise, not to suck off Mistress Victoria.” He seemed very upset, but not necessarily at me. “I will punish you for not obeying. You are to obey all the Master’s and Mistresses here. But, I thought something like this had happened. It would have been very easy to lie to protect yourself from her. You didn’t, so that will be rewarded.” 

He put a bowl of the soup on the floor for me. “Eat and then come to the living room for your punishments.” 

Having finished my soup and tidied the kitchen I went to the living room and knelt silently. He was waiting, several things already set out on the coffee table. 

“Head to the floor, knees spread wide, same as last night.” 

I obeyed, knowing if I didn’t it would only be worse. He kept me in that position for a good while before he spoke again. “I would just give you some swats, but I want to save any more whippings for later. Still, I am very upset that you would disobey. I want you to remember this punishment. I am going to put a chastity belt on you with a butt plug in your ass. You will do housework until 3 at which time I will release the belt and the punishment will be over. It will be uncomfortable and that is the punishment. Do you understand?” 

“Yes Master.” My heart beat quickly. I didn’t think I could take anything in my ass again so soon. It was so humiliating and degrading, and to have to clean on top of it. I felt him fasten the leather belt around my waist and cinch it tightly. I stayed very still as he lubricated my tender ass and then pushed the tip of the plug against it. 

Relax, it will be over in a few hours….relax, I told myself and then cried out as the thickness of it pushed into me. It was huge. I tried to lurch forward to free myself, but his grip was iron and it went deeper and then stopped. I could feel my muscles tighten around the thinner base. Still gasping at the pain and the fullness, I felt him pull the strap between my legs and tighten it, locking it into place. 

“Stand girl.” 

I struggled to my feet, moaning at the movement of the plug inside me. The clock showed 1. How could I spend 2 hours like this. And then I felt it….an itchy burning deep inside me. I clawed at the belt, but it was too tight and snug. I looked at my Master in horror, “Please Master! Oh god it hurts!” 

He did not look the slightest bit concerned, “It is just an ointment to keep you aware of your punishment. It is harmless. Now, I want the kitchen and bathroom floors scrubbed and the rest of the place vacuumed. If you get all that done by three I will be happy. If you have extra time, dust.” 

I threw myself into the cleaning, hoping against hope that it would distract me from the agony of the plug and the lubricant he had used. I cried until I had no tears left and scrubbed and cleaned with a desperation I had never known before. Maybe if everything were extra clean he would remove it early. 

The hands on the clock moved far too slowly I had the floors done by 2 and the dusting done by 2:30. He inspected it and declared it good enough. He then had me lean over the table with my legs spread, waiting for the hour of 3. I don’t know what was worse, cleaning while plugged and burning, or trying to lie still. 

The clock chimed a very slow three before he came and unlocked the strap and removed the plug. It felt so good to have it gone that I cried again in relief. I started to stand back up, but he pushed me back onto the table. 

“I did not say you could move, girl.” 

I felt his fingers between my legs, “Yes, you are very wet from your punishment. Your body knows what it likes.” There was some rustling of his clothing and then the wonderful feel of him thrusting into my wetness. It was a balm after the torture and I was soon squirming hotly under him. He told me that if I came without permission I would be punished again. Just about the time I thought I could not hold off the orgasm a second longer, he came in me and then pulled out, leaving me throbbing and moaning. He snapped the strap back between my legs and locked it. 

“Go back to the exercise room, it is time for your dance lesson.” He went back to work like nothing had happened. 

I stood up shakily and blinked at him. My ass still burned from the ointment and now I throbbed in painful need. And the belt…. He expected me to go to a dance class in this? 

“You will be punished if you are late.” 

I bolted for the door and ran to the exercise room. 

The equipment had been moved and the mats rolled up to expose a hardwood floor. The same women from before were there and Monica smiled at me as she took her position at the portable barree. I took one next to her. 

“Aren’t those things awful?” she whispered, “I just love being put in one.” 

“Silence, girls.” The dance instructor was a tall, thin man who carried a long birch rod. He began us on exercises to stretch and emphasized grace and beauty. No one commented on the belt and I did see another girl with a butt plug. It was a bit noticeable by the long silky tail that came out of it. Class lasted an hour and a half and we were sent back to our homes. 

I entered and kneeled at Master’s side. He was speaking on the phone and while he spoke he leaned over and began to fondle my nipples. This was torture as my nipples are extremely sensitive. When he was done, he took me to his room and secured my wrists to rings on the walls. 

“Get some rest, girl. We will be having company, and you are the entertainment.” 

He turned out the light and left me there. 

Frustrated and in sexual agony, I cried myself to sleep. 

I woke to pain. As I opened my mouth to scream, a gag was forced in. Leather bands secured it around my head. There was more pain as he fastened the other nipple clamp. The leash was connected to my collar and I was released from the wall and pushed onto all fours. He led me down the hall to the living room. 

I could smell the food and hear the voices. Disoriented from being woken so suddenly, I was not in my best form and the sound of the others panicked me. I couldn’t do this, I wanted to go home. I stood and bolted for the door. I had gotten out and halfway across the green area when I was tackled. Despite my wild struggles they easily bound me and carried me back like a sack of potatoes and tossed me at Master’s feet. 

Master’s face was dark with anger and the other 4 men looked far too happy. Desperate, I tried to kiss his feet, but the gag in my mouth made that impossible. 

“You must be a pain slut, girl.” He said and rolled me over on my back with his foot, “This is going to be a very long two weeks for you.” 

“Kyle, would you tit whip her for me?” 

“My pleasure.” The dance teacher was there, “How many?” 

“Your discretion.” 

“Let’s remove the gag. I love to hear a fresh girl’s screams.” He smiled at me and I shivered in total fear. 

“You will beg me for each stroke and thank me for each one. Start.” 

I looked to my Master who nodded with a frown. 

I licked my lips, “Please, Sir. Whip me.” 

The whip moved hard and the pain was hot and intense. Some adjustments were made on the bonds to keep me more secure. It gave me time to get my breath. “Thank you, Sir.” This was torture beyond my imaginings, yet I could feel my cunt warming and getting wet, “Please whip me again.” 

My head was a fog by the time he was done, my breasts burning. I did not realize there could be more pain until Master removed the clamps. Dark pain spun through me and in time released me. In that interlude, the dance teacher had moved and was thrusting his cock down my throat in choking thickness. 

Next was the same man from the night before. He was a tall black man who rolled me over onto my stomach, laughing at my sharp cry as tender breasts were mashed against the table. He removed the belt and fingered me, showing everyone how wet I was. He fastened my ankles into the spreader bar and took me in my ass again. Between the plug the ointment and his use the previous night, the area was tender and I bucked and cried to everyone’s amusement. The worst was that he forced me into orgasm two times before he shot deep into my body. 

The third man had me suck him and then shot his cum all over my face and hair. The fourth man took me over his knee and spanked my bottom and pussy until I had lost my voice screaming. He then took me harder than any man ever had. The left me draped over the table, dazed, hurting and limp. 

Master saw them out and left the room. He returned with a flogger and with no other words, gave me 30 lashes with it. He then got the butt plug again, anointed it and pushed it into my ass again. 

I begged for him to remove it, promising him anything and everything as the ointment began to burn again. He gagged me and took me back to the cage. Locked inside, I lay helpless and aching through my second dark night. 

When he came back to release me in the morning, I was so grateful to see him that I clung to him and cried. 

He took me out, removed the plug and the bonds and carried me to the bathroom. Ever so gently he shaved me again and then gave me the enema. He bathed me himself and then carried me into his bedroom and lay me on the soft bed. 

"We need to speak, girl." His voice was gentle and soft. "Everything you say from now until we leave the room will be free from any punishment. You may speak your mind. I want to know what you think you were punished for last night?" 

I licked my lips, "For trying to run away." 

He nodded, stroking my damp hair with his hand, "Yes. I know you were scared, but you need to trust me. When you signed the contract, you said you trusted me to instruct you. Why don't you trust me, Kelly?" 

It was the first time he had ever called me by name. I thought for a moment before I answered, "Because I am scared of you. You are so strong and..." how could I explain this, "I fear what you can and will do to me. I fear my need to let you do these things." 

"Then you still feel the need for this?" 

"Yes, Master. It is like, I need to struggle and need you to force me to realize that it is what I want." 

He nodded, "You do seem to require strict bondage. Now, what last night was your punishment?" 

"The cage and the plug?" 

"Yes. And the treatment my guests gave you. I had something else planned for you. We will try it again tonight. Sometimes, I may want to do something like that for my pleasure and not as a punishment. Do you understand that?" 

"Yes, Master." 

"Now, Catechism, What are you?" 

"A slave." my reply was barely above a whisper, but he seemed pleased. 

"And what am I?" 

"My Master." 

"Good, and what is your purpose?" 

"To serve you." 

"To serve and please me with grace and beauty." he corrected. 

"To serve and please you with grace and beauty." 

"Yes. and it will be a hard thing, but that is your goal for today. To submit to anything and everything with grace and beauty." 

"Yes Master." The words struck me deeply. I had shown nothing of grace or beauty yesterday. It was not wonder I had been punished so much. 

"Do you have any questions then?" 

"A million, Sir, but nothing that I can put into words right now." 

"I understand. If you have a question later, ask. Now off to breakfast." 

Master fed me a good breakfast, taking the time to feed me most of from his own hand. I found he had a playful side, making me stretch to reach some bites, smearing my lips with some of the jam and making little jokes with me. I felt my heart warming to him. I loved the feel of his collar and this time with him. Something about all this made me feel soft and cared for. 

After breakfast, I cleaned the kitchen, made some cookies he had requested and some other chores. He had freed my hands to do these, but attached each of my ankles by a length of chain. Why were chains and being chained so arousing to me? 

After he inspected my work and tasted a cookie, he took me to the exercise room where the other girls were getting started. Mistress Victoria gave me a long look that had me shivering. 

Grace and beauty, I reminded myself, no matter what she does, do this to please Master. She set me to a long run on the treadmill while she and Master talked for a bit. She did not look the slightest bit happy when he left. I swear she worked me harder than the day before and my ass showed her "correction" in bright red welts. Pool time was a welcome relief. 

As we dried off, Mistress Victoria came by and pulled my hair until I was bent backwards as far as I could go. "I don't know what you told him, but when I get my chance, you will be sorry you ever crossed me, bitch." She released me and went over to hurry another girl who was playing with her hair. 

Monica walked me back to Master's place and gave me a brief warning, "Don't get alone with her." She scampered off without going further. 

I checked the list of chores Master had left for me and did several before I made lunch. After lunch, I was sent back for "dance" which was not dancing today, but lessons on graceful table service. I worked very hard and earned a grudging complement from our strict instructor. 

When I returned home, Master again fastened me to the wall for a nap. How different I felt from the day before. The bonds seemed loving today and not cruel. I was worried about what would happen tonight. 

Again, I was woken with pain as nipple clamps were attached to me. I held the scream this time to a low, hot moan and willingly opened my mouth for the gag he had. Deja vu played with me as he released me from the wall, attached the collar and led me on all fours down the hall. 

Grace and Beauty. Grace and Beauty. The words were a mantra in my head. I could not fail him tonight. I held my position, striving to be lovely even humbled as I was this way. The gathered men complimented my form and left me there as they went to the table. 

I had not been given permission to move, so I remained there as they ate. I noticed they looked over to me a number of times. When they were done, Master came back and bid me to lie on the bare coffee table. I obeyed silently, grateful to be allowed to move. I lay back as directed and reviewed my three-word mantra. 

Master took leather and fastened cuffs just above my knees. A chain went from one cuff to the other back behind my neck, pulling my legs up and spread wide. He then fastened my wrists to the chain also. 

"Tonight, I wish to torment my new slave with pleasure. She has pleased me well and knows already the touch of whip, sexual, anal and oral use in punishment. Tonight I want her to feel the same in total pleasure. The goal is to see how many times she can orgasm before midnight. 

He removed the gag and the clamps as whispered in my ear, "Enjoy, love. Come as often as you wish." 

As he spoke, someone began to lick my already wet cunt lips as another helped himself to my nipples. They took their time at first, teasing my body until I was begging for more. My nipples, swollen from the clamps were like an electric connection to my cunt. I heard the clock strike 9 as my first orgasm rippled delightfully through me. 

Then began to get serious, pushing me faster and faster to reach another orgasm. The black master that had had me both other nights, took me again anally and had me trying to thrust up for more when he finally pulled out. The men laughed as I squirmed on the table, hot and needy. I was gratefully when one allowed me to suck him as another began a slow flogging of my ass. The blows did not hurt, but warmed until I was shuddering over and over with pleasure. 

Somewhere in the night, I floated in total pleasure. I did not care who used me or how as long as someone was touching me, feeling me, in me or on me. The bonds had been removed and I was repositioned several times, each time, my eagerness increased. Dimly I was aware that I would be terribly sore in the morning, but I did not care now. This is what I had dreamed of for so many years. 

I do not remember hearing the clock strike midnight, nor my Master seeing the men out. I do remember him carrying me to the bathroom and tenderly bathing me again. I remember his chuckle as I moaned in a last soft orgasm as he cleaned me. He tucked me naked into his own bed, carefully attaching a chain from the bed to my collar. 

Purring happily, I was a bit surprised when he mounted me himself and leisurely took him time. I was too exhausted to come again, but I loved the feel of Him in me, using me. He was the final perfect touch to a wonderful evening. 

Morning came and with it a stiffness and pain I had not known before. I was also still groggy from the extreme pleasure I had been tormented with the night before. Still, somehow, it had all left me feeling beautiful and soft. The morning went much as the other days. Master had locked a chastity belt onto me but nothing pushed inside my tender openings. 

Mistress Victoria was extra hard on me, calling me names and wailing on me with her switch. One of the other girls called her on it when she drew blood on my upper thighs. This did turn her attention away from me from the remainder of the exercise session. 

When I returned for lunch, Master did not allow me nothing but water. I didn't ask, knowing I would find out why soon enough. After he had finished, Master had me get up on the table on all fours. Gently he cuffed my wrists to my ankles, keeping me bend and spread. Then he left me like that. 

Time seemed to slow terribly. I could hear the other girls outside as the afternoon wore on, I could hear the phone ring, the sound of Master's voice but not the words. My muscles ached and cramped, but there was nothing I could do. I had nothing I could do but think. Think how I was displayed for him, how he might use me this way, if the curves of my body this way would please him, if I was accepting this with grace and beauty. 

I jumped at the touch of his hand on my cool skin. 

"What are you girl?" 

"Your slave, Master," my voice was scratchy and dry. He gave me some water to sip, but left me displayed and bound. 

"What am I?" 

"My Master." the words came easier with the repetition. 

"What is your purpose?" 

"To serve and please you with grace and beauty." 

"Excellent. And what can I do with you?" 

This was a new one. I thought a bit before answering, "Whatever you wish within the bonds of the contract." 

"Good. Now it has pleased me to leave you like this. It also pleases me to use your body as I wish. I wish to flog you. I wish to see you take each stroke gracefully, submissively. Some Masters may want you to scream each time, or thank them and beg for the next, as you were instructed the other day. Today I wish to see you glow. Do not scream, but you may moan as loudly as you wish. Do you understand, girl?" 

"Yes Master," my body began to tremble, worried I would fail him in this. 

He removed his shirt and neatly folded it over the chair. Gently, he removed the chastity belt from me. He took a paddle and began systematically spanking me with it. The spanks were not hard, but steady, warming, building. There was a rhythm that swept me up, that found my heartbeat and matched it, harder and harder. I was grateful for the bonds for I doubt I could have held the position. He stopped, got a glass of water, gave me a sip and drank the rest. 




Two Weeks



I tried to see what he was doing, but he caught me and covered my eyes with a tied dishtowel. The darkness centered me on the warm pain in my butt. He had switched now to a leather flogger and was working on my backside more, harder now, sharp. I was moaning quite a bit, working on not crying out as each stroke got progressively stronger, the ends whipping around my thighs and front. 

He stopped again and stroked my now very wet pussy and smeared the juices over my lips. "You enjoy this don't you, slave?" 

"Yes Master, " I answered in an unexplainable shame. Good girls didn't like this let alone crave this. I was brought up to be a good girl, but here I was naked, bound and being whipped of my free will. 

He took a strap and began again on my tender butt. The steady rhythm and hot pain now spread over me and I cried and sobbed. Something inside me had broken or snapped or just bent farther than I thought it ever could. I hated this about me, this need, this craving, this desire I could never free myself from, and yet; here I was crying not for the pain, but the realization that this was what I was in the deepest part of my being. 

When he lay down the strap and thrust deeply into me I orgasmed so hard I may have passed out. I do not remember beyond that until I found myself in his bed lying on my stomach with him rubbing ointment onto my ass. 

"Lie there and rest until I come to get you." 

I must have slept for he woke me later for dinner. I knelt groggily and tenderly at his feet, eating the bits he offered me. I wondered what he had planned for the evening. 

To my utter surprise, he had me kneel next to the coffee table as he set out, not whips or dildos or plugs, but boxes of scrabble, monopoly and other games. 

I must have looked beyond surprise as he set up one of the games. 

"You are more than a fuck-toy, Kelly, you are a companion. Life is not all about sex." 

We played games until past midnight and then he tucked us into bed, my hands bound and my collar attached to the night chain. 

Morning of the fourth day was the same as the others. I was getting rather used to the feel of the razor of my most private areas, the feel of the water filling me and then cleansing me. I still hated the enema, but it did but me in a very submissive frame of mind. 

Master took me over for the morning exercise group and watched as Mistress Victoria weighed me and took my measurements. There was already improvement. Master patted me on the behind and left me with her. 

She ordered me to kneel while she got the other girls working on the machines. Once they were all working, she came back and walked around me, once, twice and then stopped. I could feel my heart beating. I kept my eyes down and held my position. I trusted Master, but I did not like this woman. 

"He used your ass well last night, slut." She commented, flicking her whip against my still tender backside. 

I flinched, but held my position. I did not answer as she had not asked me a question. I preferred Master pleased with me, not punishing me. I wasn't going to fall for her tricks to get me punished. 

"What did you tell him, slut? What lies did you say about me?" She forced my chin up so I had to look in her hate filled eyes. 

"I only spoke the truth to him, Mistress." 

"You caused trouble for me, slut." She hissed, "I am going to make sure you never do that again. I will not have a tramp like you causing me to loose my power here." 

Quickly, like some nasty serpent, she had my hands bound behind my back and was pulling me by my hair out to the pool. She pushed me down by the edge of the pool and forced my head under the water. I kicked and struggled, but I was no competition for her strength. I could no longer hold my breath when she pulled me up gasping and coughing. 

"Tell me that you lied and I will let you go." 

"I did not lie!" I struggled to free myself from her grip, but her fingers were wrapped too firmly in my hair. She shoved me under again. I kicked and struggled wildly now. I felt her spiked heel slam into my lower back. This caused me to loose the air I had left and inhale water. 

She pulled me up again, "Tell me you lied!" 

I could not talk, only gasp and cough and she shoved me under a third time. The dance of sunlight under the water was an odd calming visual pattern that began to fade into darkness when she pulled me up again and threw me to the ground. Her spiked heel found purchase in the tender folds between my legs, "Tell me you lied or you are going under again for the last time." 

The woman was insane. I had no doubt that she would kill me if she could, "I lied, I lied," I coughed, trying to curl my body away from her and her spiked heels. 

She kicked me in the ribs and left me there for a time. Later, as I was still coughing up water, she wrapped a towel around me and patted me as if nothing had happened. "You poor girl, falling into the pool. You could have drowned. You just sit here in the sun until your Master comes. Now you will have to tell him that you fell in." 

"Yes Mistress." I would have promised her the moon if it got her to leave me alone. The other girls came out later and gave me questioning looks. I don't think they could have seen what she did to me from where they had been. I said nothing. 

I was shivering when the sunlight was blocked by a form. I looked up and saw Master and Mistress Victoria. Master did not look pleased. 

"Victoria tells me you confessed to her that you lied to me." His voice was icy. 

"Yes Master," I whispered. 

"And that you disobeyed her today and ending up falling into the pool almost drowning." 

I dared a glance at Mistress Victoria and woodenly replied, "Yes Master." 

He gave a long sigh, "Go to the house and wait in my room." 

"Yes Master," I managed to stand with my hands still bound and ran to the house crying. I made my way into his bedroom and knelt on the floor, my head touching the carpet and waited for what seemed an eternity. 

I heard him enter and shut the front door. I heard his slow steady steps up the stairs and felt him looking down at me. I bit my lip and cried softly into the carpet. 

I flinched as his soft fingers touched my back, tracing something on my skin. "Do you know what happens now?" His voice was soft. 

"No, Master." I mumbled back. 

"I am going to leave you like this for a bit. I need to make a phone call." He left and I cried harder into the floor. I had failed him. He was calling Sarah to come take me away. I would take the punishment and the times with Mistress Victoria -- anything -- just to be with Master. 

I heard the doorbell ring and voices. Men were coming upstairs with Master. My heart sank as I realized that I would be punished by all of them. I remembered the last time too well. Again I felt Master's touch and whispers. He then released my wrists and had me roll on my back and spread my legs. 

Burning a bright red, I obeyed. I yelped as his fingers touched the spot where she has pushed her heal into my skin. They then left the room and went downstairs. I did not move. Master had not given me permission to move and I would obey. 

Nausea from fear and worry kept building in me. At the last moment I dashed into the bathroom and heaved into the toilet again and again. I did not realize that Master was there until he was wiping my face with a damp cloth and smoothing my hair back with his hands. I began to cry hysterically. He carried me to the bed and tucked me in, sitting and petting me until my sobs became hiccups and then snuffles and then I slept. 

When I woke, the room was dark with night. Master was not next to me. I moved carefully from the bed and went to the bathroom. I checked the whole house, but there was no sign of him. Defeated and discouraged, I went back to the bed and snuggled into it, breathing deeply of the sheets that had the faint and wonderful smell of Master. 

The clock read almost 2 am before he came back. He removed his clothing and slipped into the bed with me, wrapping his arms around me. 

"It's okay Kelly. I won't let her ever hurt you again. Never. I promise this to you."

For a long time I lay next to him, listening to his breathing become slow and steady, the faint rumbling of an almost snore. Safe and comfortable in his arms. 

The fifth morning was gray and overcast. Master seemed quieter than usual, though he would never be getting an award for the most talkative person in the world. 

After breakfast, he wrapped a warm cloak around me and led me to the exercise area. I lagged at the end of the leash, unwilling to face Mistress Victoria again. 

To my surprise, she was not in the room. Each of the other girls was there, kneeling on the floor, their Masters or Mistresses standing behind them. Master motioned for me to kneel. I glanced over at Monica with a questioning look. She gave me a tiny shrug. 

One of the men, Master Steve, our dance/grace class instructor, stepped into the front of the room. "I helped to establish this place so we would have a safe place to practice what we believe in. As we all provide help, I would never have believed that one of our leaders would in any way endanger those who have given themselves to us." 

He walked over to me, "I apologize to you especially, Kelly. You are learning and we failed to keep you safe while you learn." 

I was stunned and did not know what to say. I guess he didn't expect anything as he walked away and in a moment brought back Mistress Victoria. The gasp of the other girls let me know that this was not a normal thing. She stood there in her black clothes and wearing chains. 

Master Steve looked at her in contempt. "Victoria, you have betrayed the trust of your slave, the other slaves and of us. We voted last night, and you have been deemed unworthy of our respect. You will serve as a slave for a year and a day. After that time, if you have proven yourself worthy of that name, we shall release you." 

Victoria spat at him. The spittle dripped from his face, but he did not change his expression. My Master and Monica's moved and helped to suspend her from a hook. They gagged her with cool efficiency. Master Steve took a knife and cut off her clothing. Victoria screamed and swore behind the gag, but there was nothing she could do. When she was naked, he took the knife and began to cut her hair close to the scalp. Her long blond hair fell to the floor. He then took a bottle of Nair and lathered her scalp and the area between her legs. While that worked its wonder, he very calmly took tools and pierced her nipples, inserting little barbells and a silver chain. By the time he washed off the Nair, she had lost her fight. He snapped a collar around her neck. 

"You will be my slave, Victoria. And as your Master, I will punish you for your disobedience." 

My Master handed him a cane. I had never seen another person canned before. At the end of her 30 strokes, I was shaking from head to toe. 

Master Steve took her down and led her off without another word. Each of the Master's took their girls and left until only Master and I were left. He handed me a broom and I helped to clean up the room. 

"Master?" I ventured softly. 

"Yes, Love?" 

"Why didn't you just make her leave?" 

He was silent for a moment, "She would not have learned that what she did was wrong. It would have made her angry and it would have festered. Also, she would be putting other submissives in danger. She was jealous, Love. I think after her initial training, she will be much happier. Steve will be good for her." 

"Thank you Master." I thought about this as we finished and went back to Master's house. I did cleaning while he worked in the front room. At lunch time he came into the kitchen, "Put away the food. Go upstairs and you will find some clothing on my bed. Put it on. We're going out." 

Out? Was I ready to go out again? Would people look at me and know? They would. He hadn't said I could take the collar off. 

I hurried up the stairs and found on his bed a simple black dress. There was no underwear, so I slipped the dress on. After these days of being completely naked, I felt more naked with the dress on than I did without it. My skin felt so very sensitive to the soft fabric. I looked at myself in the mirror, smoothing the skirt down. Who was that person looking back at me? It was me, but it wasn't either. I quickly brushed my hair and slipped into the heels that he had put out. A bit wobbly, I came downstairs. 

He looked very pleased and his smile made me blush. Gentlemanly, he put the cloak around me and took me by the arm and led me outside. We drove in silence into town. 

Our first stop was a restaurant. I was allowed to order anything within reason. Mindful of how I looked to him and how I wanted to look, I ordered a salad. I was almost too nervous to eat. People starred at me...or at the collar. I kept reminding myself of the ideas of grace and beauty. Little fears kept popping up. Would he make me expose myself to someone here? Things like that happened in all the stories I had read on the internet. 

He didn't make me do anything. After lunch he took me back to the car and we drove more until we stopped at a clothing store. He led me inside and spoke softly to the person at the counter. The woman looked at me curiously and pushed a buzzer. Master led me into the back room. Inside, I stopped with a nervous squeak. Each of walls were covered with leather whips, paddles, harnesses and things I did not even recognize. 

"Ken, so good to see you!" A man came into the room and slapped Master on the back. "So this is the girl?" 

Master removed the cloak and motioned for me to display myself. With a desperate look at him, I obeyed, kneeling awkwardly in the heels and dress. The dress hiked up a bit and showed easily what it had previously hidden. Being this way while dressed was harder than that first night at Master's. 

"She's nice." He complimented Master, "So what color were you thinking?" 

"Black, I like the simplicity of it." 

"I think I have just the thing." The man came back to me and tugged on my collar. "Stand and strip." 

I looked at Master for confirmation. He nodded. With shaking hands, I removed the dress and folded it nicely. It was so hard keeping my hands at my side. 

The man brought out several items and laid them on a table. From these he took a blindfold and slipped it over my head, tightening with a familiarity that told me of years of experience. Standing there naked, in those silly heels, and blindfolded, I felt panic trying to overwhelm me. 

"Grace and beauty, Love," His voice whispered in my ear. I took a deep breath and remained still. 

Leather wrapped around my body. It began to tighten and I moved to get away. There was a laugh from the other man and a sound swat on my backside. "Skittish filly. Are you sure you don't want her tacked up as a pony girl?" 

"No," Master's reply held tones of humor. 

The leather got tighter and tighter. It was a corset. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Somehow I felt more naked than before. 

"Now let's tighten it." 

I bit back the "No!" that I wanted to say as his strong hands began to pull on the laces, harder and harder. When he was done, I could only take short little breaths. 

He removed the blindfold and I saw myself, pale skin contrasted by the black leather, my body beautiful and elegant, sculpted into a smooth lines, my breasts looked incredibly full, the nipples peeping out over the top of the corset. I could see Master's reflection in the mirror, smiling. I felt my body warm and the wetness rise between my legs. 

"Get dressed, Love." He tossed me the dress. It fit beautifully now and I looked demure yet sexy. I wonder what else Master had planned. 

I found that the corset not only gave me an incredible figure, but it also gave me very nice posture. Somehow, wearing it under the dress made me feel more undressed than before. I felt softer, delicate yet strong and very much bound. With that undergarment, he had found a way to take me out in public as bound as if we were back at his place with ropes and chains. 

I am not sure what I expected, but it was not the art museum. He helped me from the car like a gentleman and taking my arm, we toured the museum. My collar was in plain sight, and there was nothing about it that would make anyone think it was an odd necklace. Each breath that I took made my chest rise and fall like never before. 

I tried to concentrate on the pictures and sculptures, but my mind was whirling with the looks. No one starred blatantly at me, but I could feel the sidelong looks, the double takes, the sent of envy and desire and sometimes contempt. This bizarre contrast of normalcy and erotic made it very difficult for me to maintain any sense of poise. 

"What do you think of this one, Love?" He asked me. 

Startled, I looked at the painting where we had stopped. It was a beautiful painting of a naked woman in chains standing on a marble block. Her eyes were down and her head turned as if by not looking at the men below, they would not be looking at her. 

"It is lovely." I spoke softly, too aware of how sound carried in this place. 

His hand spanked my ass sharply, "Didn't you forget something?" 

I looked at him in despair. He couldn't expect me to call him Master out here....could he? Weren't the collar and corset enough? 

Another swat and the smack of it echoed enough that a few people turned to look. My face burned red with shame and embarrassment. 

"It is lovely, Master." I think I spoke even softer, and I waited for another spank, but he smiled at me. I knew from the look in his eyes, that he knew how difficult it had been for me, that he knew and had planned this as part of the training. Grace and Beauty. 

"And what is that woman thinking?" he continued. 

I had never stood on an auction block, but I had dreamed about it even as a child. I had been through so much these last few days that I should be able to find the words. 

"She is scared, Master," I still paused before his title, "She has never been here before...on the block, that is. Do you see the woman there?" I pointed to another woman in the painting, obviously another slave waiting to be sold. She had a wanton and sexy look about her, "She has done this before and will tease the men with her body. But her," I motioned toward the subject of the painting, "She fears what may be done to her and..." I bit my lip, biting off the last part of my comment and changing it, "...and that's what I think." 

"Interesting. I had not noticed the other woman. It does lend to the sense of the other's fear." He turned and looked at me, his eyes unreadable. "What did you leave out, Kelly?" 

How could he know? I took a small step backwards, "I didn't leave anything out." 

His eyes narrowed slightly. Displeasure. Oh gods, I was in for it now. If I told him the rest, I would be punished for lying just a moment ago. Somehow he knew there was more. I couldn't keep denying it. My silence did not help either. 

"I think it is time we went home then." His voice was cold. 

The trip back was in silence. I ached to blurt it out, but something in me had gotten stuck. Was my fear of him, the punishment or of me? 

He brought me inside and took me directly to his room. 

"Dress and shoes off." his words were curt. 

Silently, I removed the dress and the shoes, placed the neatly on the bed and knelt on the floor, my gaze firmly on the carpet. I could hear him moving around the room and the saw the toes of his shoes. 

"What did you not tell me at the museum?" 

The words stuck in my throat. How could such a few words be like the baring of my soul to him? How could this be so difficult? It wasn't like it was a national secret. I looked up at him, my eyes wet with tears of shame. Once glance at his face and I looked back down at the carpet. 




Two Weeks



"Stand. Turn. Face the wall." 

I obeyed and did nothing to resist as he fastened me securely to the wall by my wrists and ankles. I turned my head to the right and pressed my hot face to the cool wall. The corset still bound me tightly. 

"I will tolerate no disobedience, Girl. You will receive lashes until you decide you can tell me. After that you will have 5 lashes for forgetting to call me Master, 5 lashes for stubbornness and 10 lashes for disobedience. You will also be spending the night in the cage. Just speak out when you are ready." 

I wondered what he would be using and knew within moments as the cane smacked my skin and the hot licks of pain across my upper thighs. My scream of pain echoed in the room, and I began to fight the bonds. 

Why had I come to this war of wills over something so silly? I didn't like the pain so much that I looked forward to this. If I had wanted a whipping, I am sure he would have obliged such a request. I struggled and squirmed as blow after blow danced lightning bolts of hot pain on my thighs and ass. 

I didn't count after the first five. At some point, he left me. A break? A consultation with another Master. He gave me some water and blindfolded me. I waited for the next blow, but only felt his fingers over my welted skin. I shifted, trying to push my ass against his fingers, aching for more of his soothing touch. He pulled his hand away. The loss of his touch and several more strokes had me ready. 

"Please, Master..." my voice was a hoarse croak. Another sip of the wonderfully cool water, "I am sorry. I lied to you. I was going to say, she is mostly afraid of herself." 

"Ah. And why is that?" 

I trembled in my restraints, knowing too well this dark fear. This dark fear that has lived along side me for most of my life. "She fears...." I began to cry. Not tears from the pain; those had been flowing for some time now, but tears of another wall being brought down by my Master. He let me cry it out, waiting patiently for me to finish. 

I finally manage to compose myself to finish between hiccupping bits of crying, "She fears that she wants this. That she wants a man to buy her, to take away the choices, to bend her to his will. She aches for servitude, slavery, bonds the way other women ache for jewels. She is ashamed of these desires and of her pleasure at being sold." 

I finished and there was only the sound of my fading crying spell. 

He gave me the last of my lashes and took me down. I was weak and unable to walk or crawl. 

With an odd tenderness, he bound my hands, leaving me trussed in the black corset and the blindfold and tenderly placed me in the cage. I could feel his fingers gently tracing the curve of my cheek. 

"Why was this so hard to tell me, Kelly?" 

"Because that woman is me, Master." 

His fingers left my skin and I heard the cage door shut and then the closet door. I was left alone to contemplate the day. 

I woke with the urgent need to use the restroom. I had no idea what time it was. I tried to wait patiently, praying Master would come quickly, but he did not. 

"Master?" I called out, softly first and then louder with growing desperation. Still he did not come. My body ached from the confinement and bonds and the pressure got worse and worse until I could not keep it in any longer. I could feel the spread of the warm liquid on the floor of the cage and smell it. I tried to move away from it, to someplace dry, but there was nowhere to go. I had no choice but to lie in it as it grew cold, until Master came. 

"I'm sorry, Master, really, I am so sorry." I sobbed, humiliated at what I had done, humiliated that he had to find me like this. 

"Shhh, it's okay love, these things happen. Consider it part of the punishment." He led me into the bathroom and released me from the bonds, the blindfold and the corset. It was heavenly to be able to take a deep breath again. He shaved me, cleaned my skin and had me lean over the bathtub while he prepared the enema. 

"Kelly, do you know why I do this to you each morning?" He asked as he pushed the nozzle into my ass. 

I still had to struggle to keep still. This was often the hardest part of my day. "Because it pleases you Master?" 

"No, not really." He massaged my ass, making me wait for the next step of this ritual. "I do it because it helps you understand that I am your Master. I control everything there is about you. What goes in, what comes out, when and how. I do this for your benefit and education." 

I felt the warm water begin to flow in and I closed my eyes against the invasion I could do nothing to stop. It seemed he used more than usual and it began to be painful. I squirmed a bit with a soft moan of discomfort. He gave my ass a sharp smack to get me to hold still. When he had emptied the bag into me, he pushed a plug into my ass and told me to hold my position, but to spread my legs more. I obeyed. 

I was not expecting the savage thrust of his cock into my pussy and I yelped. He pulled back on my hair to hold me and thrust long hard strokes into me. His other hand caressed my swollen belly. This was not pleasure for me, but for him. 

"What are you?" he asked with a hard stroke. 

"Your slave, Master." I gasped. 

"What am I?" another hard stroke. 

"My Master," I felt like I was going to explode. 

"What is your purpose?" he demanded with another thrust. 

"To serve and please you with grace and beauty." I was crying now. 

"What can I do with you?" Another thrust that felt like it might come out my throat. 

"Whatever you wish within the bonds of the contract." I said, remembering what I had said the day before. 

"Why?" A harder thrust, a painful one. 

"Because you are my Master, you own me, I am a slave." I did not have to think, it just came out. 

"YES!" Another thrust and he came inside me. I had not orgasmed, not did he ask me to. He pulled out and removed the plug, moving me to the toilet. He left without another word. 

I cried, realizing he had somehow taken me down yet another level. 

Later, my hair still wet, I knelt at his feet, subdued, striving very hard to be beautiful and pleasing for him. He ignored me, reading the paper. I was hungry and thirsty and I wanted to beg, but I didn't. I had to trust him that he knew what was best. I watched the clock's hands move slowly across its face as he read the paper cover to cover without one glance at me. 

I must have displeased him. I began to go over in my mind what I had done....was he still upset about yesterday? He had always said before that each morning was a fresh start. Was it something this morning? The mess in the cage? He had told me not to worry about it. 

He finally gave me a glass of water then got up, putting the dishes in the sink and started to leave. I rose to follow him. He turned sharply and pointed to the floor. "Stay." He left without even checking to see if I had obeyed. 

I resumed my position, waiting. As another hour passed, I became so aware of my body, each ache, each itch, my cold toes, the feel of the air on my exposed body. I cried silently, sure I had done something to make him upset. 

At noon he returned, making a sandwich. He glanced at me and told me to lie face down on the floor, my hands crossed in the small of my back. I did so, taking a quick glance at him to see if I could understand this. He ate, reading a book this time. 

I had thought this would be an easier position, but keeping my hands crossed so proved to be more difficult than I had thought. Again, I could feel the pressure in my bladder building. 

"Master?" I finally ventured. 

"What?" 

"I need to pee, Master." 

"Go to the bathroom, pee and return to your position. Do not remove your hands from your back." 

I wiggled to my knees, sprinted to the bathroom and came back much relieved. I got back down on the floor and lay there, waiting. He left me there again after giving me another glass of water. 

Hours passed, my body ached from holding this position. My mind drifted oddly to half dreams half wakefulness as I could see the light from the window darken into evening. 

When he came back, he sent me to the bathroom for another break and then had me return to kneel again. He cooked dinner, still ignoring me. I was shaking like a leaf now, desperate for him to say something to me, something, anything. I would happily forgo food for just one word to know that I was not in trouble, that I had not disappointed him again. 

When he sat down for dinner, he motioned me closer and tenderly fed me strips of the grilled fajita meat. Still no words. After he did the dishes he had me stand and he walked me to the den and sit on the edge of the coffee table. 

"You did amazingly well, Kelly." I almost burst into tears at his words, but I managed to retain my composure. "Today, you learned about being bound by your Master's will...well, the first part of it. A master may not always wish to bind you with ropes or cuffs, but by his will alone. I expected you to resist at some point, but you did not. You have progressed so very much in six days. Tonight I will be rewarding you instead of punishing you. I am very pleased with you." 

His warm smile did have me crying then. He held me until the tears stopped and he kissed away some of them. 

My reward? A long sensual massage that covered every inch of my body, culminating in massage of my pussy with his tongue until I flew in a haze of pure pleasure. 

The morning of the seventh day was once again overcast. After the morning ritual and a light breakfast Master led me into the den. While I had been washing the dishes he had prepared the coffee table with restraints. On the couch were waiting a blindfold and a box that would hold maybe a shirt. 

I knelt and waited, more excited than scared at what might be planned. 

"Stand, Love." He motioned me up as he opened the box. He took from it a dark blue satin corset. He put it on me, tightening it and then some more, until the shape of my body pleased him. He spent a little time, arranging my breasts. I could feel myself growing warm and eager at his touch and he smiled at my obvious reaction. 

"You are lovely in that, Kelly. Now lie on the table on your back." 

"Thank you, Master," I whispered as I arranged myself on the table. It wasn't really long enough for my body, but by the time he had arranged the restraints, I fit rather nicely. My ass hung over the one end just enough that both holes were easily accessible. He bent my knees and secured the ankles to the coffee table legs. I wiggled a bit, making myself comfortable. It was a position that would be comfortable for some time. 

Master slid the blindfold over my eyes and fastened it snugly. He did seem to like using the blindfold on me. I guess it kept me focused on the lesson. 

"Today, Kelly, you are going to learn how not to cum." 

"Not to cum?" I blurted out, turning my face toward his voice. 

His hand pinched one of my nipples hard causing me to yelp, "Don't interrupt, Girl. Yes. So far, your training has centered mostly on obedience to my will and I have allowed you to cum whenever you needed. My will may not always be to allow you such freedom. This will not be an easy training for you. You will spend the entire day and some of the night in arousal and agony. You will be used, teased and possible tormented, but you are not to cum. If you do, and I am sure there will be some failure, you will get 10 punishment lashes. Do consider what parts of your body are available the way you are bound"

He went on with instructions and suggestions about breathing techniques that would help me. He was also kind enough to let me know that the other Masters would be by on and off through out the day to help with this. I was not to speak unless spoken to and then to keep it to Yes Sir, No Sir. 

"Are you ready, Kelly?" 

"I don't feel like I am, Master, but I trust you." 

"Good girl." 

He inserted a vibrator into me and left me there while he prepared things. I could hear him in the kitchen chopping and moving around. Making trays of snacks? I could hear him arranging things on another table and then turning on the TV. That seemed weird until I heard what he had on. The moans and wet noises indicated a porn flick. 

The vibrator was beginning to do it's wiggly magic and I shifted the little I could on the coffee table. 

"Hot already, Love?" Master's voice held true amusement. I did not reply but concentrated on calming thoughts. 

The doorbell rang and I could hear voices of greeting, footsteps and then I could feel them standing around me. 

"She looks better than before." The voice was familiar but I was not placing it right now, "The corset is good on her and the training has made her very beautiful." His hand smoothed over the sensitive inside of my thigh and I shuddered at the instant rise of arousal in me. "So responsive, too." His hand moved down and teased my cunt lips, tapping on the vibrator in a steady and oddly effective way. I squirmed again and heard their chuckles. 

The settled down to watch the film, seldom even commenting to me, but their hands never seemed to stop moving over my exposed body. Sometimes it was one, sometimes several, teasing my skin, caresses it like a lover, trailing a fingernail over sensitive skin, until I strained at the bonds, my whole body throbbing like a drum with the need for just a little more. 

The film changed to something that had the sounds of whips on flesh and muffled screams. The dildo was removed and I felt someone mount me, thrusting into my wet cunt with quick, eager thrusts, I moaned, biting my lip with the effort not to go over the edge, changing my breathing to keep me just under the wave of pleasure. He came in me and pulled out. As I lay there helpless and congratulating myself, another entered me and took his time. He seemed intent on forcing me over. Just as he was about to finish, he pinched and pulled on my nipples hard enough that I could not stop and my body quivered with the joy of it. 

"That's one, Ken." He pulled out and I lay there gasping from the force of it. The corset made it all so much more intense. 

Master's voice came from the other side of the room. "The crop is on the TV, give her 10." 

He wasn't even going to do it himself? I was pondering this idea when the first lash hit my tender nipples. I screamed and struggled to free myself as the other 9 lashes found each of my nipples and the sensitive underside of my breasts. There was no pleasure in this pain. 

As the pain faded, they took a break for snacks, some more people arrived, and in my darkness I began to fear the length of this day. How could I not cum when they were working so hard to make me cum? I didn't want anymore of those lashes. The only parts they had access to whip were all extremely sensitive areas. 

I concentrated hard on not cumming as more hands and more cocks stroked me, teased me and narrowed my world to my throbbing cunt. I lost track of people and voices, the TV and the other things...nothing but the throbbing of my cunt mattered. I had not been told to please them, just not to cum. 

I lost my battle a second time and the person cropped me right on my open, wet cunt. I screamed enough from that one to wake the dead. 

The break for lunch gave me a bit of a reprieve. Master helped me to the bathroom, gave me water, checked my body and brought me back. No comment on how I was doing. 

The afternoon was a haze of agony. Every now and then Master would pull me from the headspace to check on me. I lost the battle several more times and each time, the crop found the most sensitive spots. 

My mind whirled with pain and need. The worst was the gentle licking and sucking of someone’s mouth on my whip swollen clit. I fought that need so hard I don't remember them stopping. It became a blur of burning need. 

And then....there was nothing. Nothing in me, nothing on me, nothing around me at all. I had no body, nothing...not even the orgasm I wanted so badly. Nothing but the darkness that cradled me in its protective womb. 

Master was holding me, his fingers touching only my face, smoothing back my hair, "Kelly, speak to me. Speak to me, Kelly. Come on back, come on, girl." 

It was such a struggle to open my eyes and then to focus them on his face. The room was quiet and empty. 

"Master?" I whispered it, not sure if this was somehow part of the nothing I had been in. 

He smiled tenderly at me, still touching my face. "You did well." 

He removed the corset and carried me into the bathroom, a warm bubble bath already drawn. I did not have the strength to even move as he washed the sweat and other fluids from my skin. He wrapped me in a cotton gown and put me into his bed with only the collar chain. 

I slept and dreamed of being carried in his arms. 

The eighth day dawned with the sun peeking between the clouds. The morning routine seemed different somehow, or was it me that was changing? After the shower, Master dressed me in a ruby red corset. After just a few days, how could I feel somehow...safer... as he tightened the cords? I knelt at his feet, waiting for whatever tidbits he planned to feed me, looking at him in a different light. It was as if in the darkest part of the night, someone had come and given me glasses that allowed me to see the world differently. Was I still in some sort of headspace from last night or was this something normal that happened in training. 

I pondered these things as I did the dishes and then went to meet Master in the den. He was sitting at his desk working. I knelt silently and waited. Waiting no longer felt like a hard task, but something that made me softer and beautiful. There was a Zen like peace to it. He finally put down the papers he was looking at and turned to study me. I straighten up just a bit more and smiled happily at him. 

"One week is over, Kelly. You are halfway done. You have learned the basics and you have learned them well. This next week, I wish to hone these to as much of a fine edge as I can in such a short time. You do understand that your training does not end with these two weeks? That you face a lifetime of training?" He looked at me very intently. 

"Yes, Master," I replied, feeling the impact of his words deep in my soul. 

"Good." He shifted in his chair, still looking at very intently, reading every movement of my face and skin. His intense scrutiny made me blush and I could feel myself dampen between my legs. The realization that even his look aroused me so, made me blush more. 

He smiled pleased and continued, "Today I am going to work on two areas for you. Oral skills and anal skills." 

I must have flinched slightly as he reached out to gently caress my cheek, "I know you do not enjoy anal sex, that you agree to it because I made it part of the deal. I and the other Master's have used you there and you have orgasmed from it, but you do not truly enjoy it. Still, I plan to train you more there, as it is my will not yours that is the issue here." 

I dropped my head in embarrassment of his subtle reprimand. 

"As for your oral skills, they are adequate, but you need further training. In fact, each remaining day of your stay here, you will get more lessons and practice in both these areas. What do you say to that?" 

What else could I say? I had begged for him to train me, he knew what he was doing and what would make me a good slave. "Thank you, Master." 

"Good girl. Now, I want you to bend over the edge of the couch for me and spread your legs nicely." 

Still blushing, I obeyed, exposing myself to his view and use. I felt him attach the leather cuffs to my ankles and then the spreader bar. Next, I felt the cool touch of lubricant. 

"Relax, Kelly, I am not going to shove the Eiffel Tower up your ass." I could hear the smile in his voice. I tried to relax and felt the pressure against my anus, pushing, demanding entrance. I relaxed more and felt it push into me, spreading me widely. I had expected him to push it in and leave it, but he began to play with the dildo and my ass. He did not touch me at all with his fingers now, just moved the slick dildo in and out and around until I was moaning. 




Two Weeks



It wasn't so much as I hated anal sex, but if offered a choice, it was not something I would have chosen. But what he was doing to me now was horribly wonderful. I burned with need and knew that I would not be allowed to cum without his permission. I worked on my breathing, tried to think of England...anything that would keep me from concentrating on this terrible pleasure. 

He left it half in-half out and left briefly and returned to fasten the blindfold on me. I moaned painfully with the realization that he was forcing me to concentrate on it. He laughed, reading my mind and began this torture again. In and out, twisting and teasing until I was begging him to let me cum, pleading with him for the release. He kept up the work as he spoke, 

"Not yet, Love....take more for me. Feel it, clench it with your body, accept it for the pleasure it brings..." 

We have a few taboos in our society, and one we learn early on is that the anus is only a utility and not pleasurable, not something to speak about in public. And here I was being forced to find such pleasure in it. 

After an eon of pleasurable agony, he allowed me to cum, but he continued with his torture. 5 times he brought me to pleading for orgasm and 5 times he left me find it. Trembling from it, he pulled the dildo out and let me rest. 

In his imposed darkness I could only think of the sensations of my body, the tenderness there and the throbbing of my body in response to his use. Slowly, piece by piece he was breaking me down to the roots of pleasure and pain and then building me back up again with the two mixed in swirling patterns that I knew I would never be able to separate again. 

"This you will wear for the rest of the day." He pushed, none too gently, on my tender hole and forced in something that made me yelp at the width of it. Relief as it tapered off was short lived as I realized that the thick part of it just left me feeling very filled and as I need to push it out right then and there. 

"Stand." He ordered. At my obedience, he adjusted some things and it didn't take long for me to figure out, he was adjusting small straps to rings on the corset. These straps were connected to the plug he has pushed into my ass and would keep me from pushing it out no matter how hard I tried. 

My eyes were wet with tears as he removed the blindfold and kissed my forehead, "How does it feel, Love?" 

"It's uncomfortable, Master," I sniffled. 

"As it should be today, you are not use to something there like that. It will keep you in mind of that area and my desire that you find use there pleasurable. You will have no vaginal intercourse until I am convinced that you desire a good fucking in your ass too." 

I trembled looking at him with half disbelief and half resignation. 

"Walk across the room, turn and return. I wish to see how it adjusts your step." 

I obeyed in deep humiliation, feeling the thickness moving in me, invading me, controlling me ....and...something more. I glanced over my shoulder in horror of the long silky tail that dragged on the floor behind me. A tail that snaked up to the crack in my ass. 

Master laughed deeply at my look and brought over another item. It was a headband with little pointed ears. He popped this on my head and kissed my nose. "You make an adorable little kitten. Now go on and make lunch. Your oral training starts this afternoon." He gave me a sound swat on the backside, jiggling the butt plug/tail and causing me to scamper into the kitchen, still sniffling. He would take me down to this level and there was nothing I could do but follow. 

Master did not allow a lot of lunch for me. I am not sure if it was part of some greater diet plan or if I was being a bit too sulky about the tail. 

After lunch he had me hold several positions, practicing being bound at his will. I was struggling with standing with my arms up, crossed at the wrist as if suspended when the doorbell rang. He did not release me but went to the door. A man and a woman came in with the usual stuff of greetings, removal of coats and such. I could tell immediately that the woman was the one on top here. It was something in the way he helped her off with her coat, or the look in his eyes. 

He was rather handsome, tall, clean cut. Almost looked like one of those earnest young men that peddle around in pairs to convert the world. He wore no collar. He walked toward me, looking at me with playful interest. I was well displayed for him in this position. 

I blushed and dropped my gaze. There was something about his look that made me feel like he could easily play Master to me and still be submissive to his Mistress. 

His mistress laughed, catching the whole thing, "Oh Ken, she is a natural isn't she? She would kneel before Colin." 

"And she will." Master handed her a drink he had poured. "Shall we get to business?" 

"Of course. Colin, strip." 

In a flash, Colin stood naked, and disgustingly at ease with it. There was something in his manner that made me dislike him and yet fear him. 

"Kelly," Master's voice whispered into my ear. "Kneel before him, hands behind your back. 

It was a relief to change position. Still, I was not happy. I knew they could see the tail and the silly ears. They probably thought nothing of them, but I hated them. They were humiliating and mocking. 

"Obedient thing, but sullen," the woman commented idly. 

"Hmmm.. " was Master's only comment to that. "Kelly, first we are going to work on licking. I want you to lick and tease him with your tongue." He took a seat where he could watch me carefully. 

I looked up at Colin and shivered at the look he gave back. I looked then at his penis. I was a bit surprised to he wasn't aroused at all. I leaned forward a bit and began to lick at him. 

I jumped a moment later from the hot kiss of a switch across my ass. My hands dropped for a moment and then I regained my position. I knew there would be punishment for that later. 

"A little more enthusiasm, Girl." Master did not sound very happy. "Any cock before you is by my will. You will treat it as if it is mine." 

"Yes Master," I mumbled and went back to my task, trying to be more enthusiastic. 

I licked and licked, Master occasionally giving me instructions, stopping me now and then to show me on a dildo a pattern or design that could be especially pleasing. Colin became aroused enough that it wasn't too hard to try each of these things, over and over again. 

We took a break and I was allowed to lean forward, forehead to the floor, arms stretched out in front of me, crossed at the wrists. After some water for me and coffee and rolls for them, we started again. This time with sucking added on. 

The training seemed to last forever. My jaws ached, my body ached and I hated the tail that was stuffed into me. Colin stood the whole time, and while he eventually became rock hard, he never came. Master never let up on me, the switch an effective tool to encourage my efforts. 

When they left with an disheartening, "same time tomorrow?" I was exhausted. 

Master sat on the couch and beckoned me to lie on the couch across his lap. I obeyed. I lay there face down for some time listening to the silence before he spoke. 

"You did well, Kelly. Colin is trained not to become aroused. But I am disappointed with your attitude today." His hand began to rub lazy circles over the curve of my backside, fingers tracing the welts of corrections. "Tell me what is bothering you." 


I sighed, "I don't know, Master... " I trailed off and then tried again. "I hate the tail! I don't like how it makes me feel." 

"Explain." His voice was soft and commanding, his hand still running over my body soothingly. 

"It... t makes me fell... like...a thing, not a person. Like..." I couldn't seem to find the words for this. 

"Like you have no control?" 

"Yes." I sighed. 

His hand continued to rub my skin and I felt myself relaxing into his touch, "But Love, you have no control. You have submitted yourself to me, but you have kept parts back for yourself. My job is to find each of these places and get you to surrender them to me. You have given me obedience, but you have not given me yourself yet. This week will be harder in many ways than the first week. I am asking not just for obedience to a command, but joyful obedience of your inner self." 

He began to wiggle the tail, teasing me with it. It was too much and I began to cry. Not just tears but hysterical crying. He easily rolled me over and held me to his chest. I tried to push him away, not caring. A brief struggle later, he had my hands secured behind my back and he went back to holding me, talking to me. This only made me cry harder. Anger, frustration, and fear overwhelmed me. 

Fear. Such fear I had never truly known. Not fear of my safety, but fear that he would take down every wall and there would be nothing left of me at all. 

"I want to go home!" I sobbed. I had to get out before he destroyed me. "Let me go!" 

He said nothing and I began to scream that I wanted to be released, begged with him to release me. He slipped the blindfold over my eyes and carried me to the cage. Secured inside he left me to face my fears, "We will discuss this in the morning." 

I must have thrown myself against the cage a hundred times and cursed him with every possible curse before I finally collapsed to the floor and cried myself to sleep. 

Morning of the 9th day, Master found a much subdued slave. He was gentle as he preformed the morning rituals on me, freeing me from the tail. Breakfast was eaten in silence. Afterwards we went to the den where I knelt before him. 

I was stunned when he removed the collar and placed it next to a familiar pile of clothing. I trembled at a new fear. He was throwing me out. 

"You have had all night to consider your wish. I have removed the collar." his voice was neutral, no emotion whatsoever. "I will not hold you here against your will. You have the choice here. You may dress and leave. If you do this, there is no coming back. I will not give you a second chance. Or. you may put on the collar and we will continue with your training." 

He stood and walked out of the house. The door shut with a soft click and there I was....alone with my decision. 

I stared at the collar and then my clothes. 

I wanted to grab my clothes, dress and leave. No more humiliation, no more punishment. I could eat whatever and whenever I wanted, I could be my own person again. What had ever possessed me to do this in the first place? 

I rose and picked up the clothing. They were comfortingly familiar. I had worn the outfit a dozen times or more, and yet... they seemed to belong to someone else. 

I imagined myself putting them on, calling Sarah, walking out the door never to come back. Home. I could go home to my familiar things, my life, my decisions. And the emptiness. 

I remembered the days of curiosity, of learning, of aching for what I had now. No, it wasn't at all what I had dreamed, it was more. Could I go back now? Was I the same person? 

I picked up the collar, running my finger over it, examining it for the first time. I already felt like I was missing something without it around my neck. I felt naked, vulnerable, alone. 

My soul wrestled with the decision. I knew it was about that blasted tail or the training. It went down to the core decision of surrender. Did I trust this man enough with these things? 

No, it was more than that. It was me. My fear. I needed to give up my fear to him, not just my obedience and my body. I flung the collar across the room and huddled around my little bundle of clothing. I wanted Master to make this decision for me, to force me to do this, not to make me choose. I couldn't face this. 

I sat on the floor, rocking back and forth, tear swollen eyes staring into nothing as the realization of the truth hit me like a Mack truck. 

How could anyone realize that my deepest fear was that this lifestyle, these insatiable needs, that they would devour me? Any further and I doubted I would ever be able to free myself of it. 

Leave! My mind screamed at me. Go home, escape while you still can. This is the last chance. Don't drown in this! 

Stay! My heart pleaded. Trust him to hold you as you go under the wave. 

The agony was a physical pain. Nothing would ever be the same again with this decision. It could suck me in and I, the part that was me, might be destroyed completely. 

Had he destroyed me yet? My mind whirled around this thought. No. He had changed me, molded me like a sculptor. I was more beautiful than ever, but this stroke would either shatter me or it would define me. 

Could I live with myself half done? A mere shadow of what could have been? Could I settle with less than my heart yearned for? Could I survive what it demanded? 

Slowly, I placed the pile of clothing on the couch and went and found the collar. I knelt by his desk and snapped the collar around my neck and waited. 

I was in a numb daze from my crying. Gods, I had cried more since I had been here, than I had in my whole life before this. The clock struck 10 and I waited. At 11 I shifted position and waited. Several times I considered changing my mind, but I no longer had the courage to leave. The clock struck 12 and I waited. 

I must have slept for I jumped awake at the touch of his hand on my face. I blinked, trying to focus on where I was, why. Master stood over me, the softest of smiles on his face. I was filled warmth at his pleasure and I gave back a trembling smile. 

"I am sorry, Master," My voice cracked but I went on, "I was scared." 

"Of what, Love?" 

"Of myself, Master. I am afraid that I will loose myself in this. All my life I have worked at being self-supporting, independent....and this," I touched the collar, "contradicts it all." 

"And you still choose it. What happens if you loose your sense of self? Will you beg to be freed again?" There was no harshness to his tone, but sincerity. 

"No, Master. If I loose my sense of self, I will have to trust you to find it for me." 

He gathered me in his arms and just held me for the longest time. 

Master eventually put me on my feet, “Go to the bedroom and get the tail, Kelly.” 

I did not hesitate, though my heart sank a bit. I hurried back with the dratted thing and gave it to him. 

“Good girl, bend over the couch and spread.” 

Again I obeyed, worried now that there would be some added punishment from last night or from this morning. 

It was as uncomfortable today as it had been yesterday. It still felt like I was being invaded. He left me standing and returned a few moments later with the black leather corset. I swear he tightened it more today than before. I was aware of every breath, of my breasts proudly displayed at the top, of how hard my nipples were. 

“Hands behind your back,” he began to lick and nip at my nipples, until I was struggling to stay standing, almost dancing with desire. Then he began to play with the tail, its movements adding to the pleasure. 

“Please, Master,” I gasped frantically, spreading my legs a bit more so he could move the tail more, “Please let your slave cum.” 

He did not reply and so he did not allow it. He kept on with the nipping and teasing and tail wiggling until I was begging at the top of my lungs. 

He stood back and surveyed me with a warm, lazy grin. “Not yet, Love. After Colin.” He nodded toward the doorway. 

To my horror, Colin and his Mistress were standing there, watching with great interest. I burned in shame, my gaze dropping to the floor. 

“Assume your position, Love,” Master went over to the sideboard to pour Mistress a drink. 

Mistress looked at me with a hungry gaze, “Just one night, Ken. I would be so happy to have her for just one night.” 

Master gave a soft laugh, “No, Dear. She is too precious to me to let you at her with your toys. Now Kelly, using what you learned yesterday, I want you to try to make him cum today. I want you also to work on taking him as deeply as you can. I know you are tired from last night and this morning, so I am going to bind your hands to help you and I am going to blindfold you so your entire concentration is on Colin.” 

“Yes, Master.” my voice was barely above a whisper. I ached so much to be allowed to cum, but first I had to do this, to please Master. There was something about Colin that I just didn’t like. The thought of him cumming in my mouth disgusted me. But I had to show Master I wanted to be here. 

The blindfold slipped over my eyes and the darkness seemed to wrap around me in a now comforting way and I felt Master fasten my wrists together with his soft but commanding touch. 

“Are you sure, Ken? Look at her, you just want to take her.” 

“Well, Susan, you know I am not going to let her at you unsupervised, but you can take Colin’s place tomorrow if you like.” 

I had just started to suck on Colin when I hear that and I pulled back in alarm, blindly looking toward Master’s voice. 

Susan laughed evilly, “She didn’t know you planned that. I bet she has never had a woman before. Yes, I will happily take his place.” She made a noise of animal pleasure. 

Someone pulled on my hair painfully, forcing me back to the cock in front of me. 

I should have left, I couldn’t do this to a woman and especially not her. 

The sting of the switch brought me back to the moment, “Pay attention, Kelly. Tomorrow is tomorrow, work on today right now.” 

I adjusted my position and put my whole being into this. I hated Colin and I hated Susan….no, I feared them, but Master wanted me to learn. He was the one I was trying to please. 

Colin kept running his fingers in my hair, pulling on it now and then, forcing himself deeply into my mouth. He would chuckle each time I started to gag. He was almost impossible to get hard and it seemed no matter what I tried, or moved or did, he would not cum. 

It was also difficult to be so filled in both ends at the same time, to still be throbbing from my prior need and to concentrate. The phone rang and I heard Master walk into the kitchen. I had no orders to stop, so I continued. Something poked at my ass…a shoe? Colin’s fingers tightened in my hair, forcing himself as deep into my throat as he could go. At the same time, Susan’s pointy shoe pushed the tail painfully into me. Panic swirled though me and I tried to pull of, coughing and gagging. With a grunt, Colin exploded in my throat, his fingers wrapped tight and pulling on my hair until I thought he would pull it out. Susan’s foot seemed to drill into my tender flesh. I screamed behind the thick cock, and then choked on the sperm. Colin pushed me off hard enough that I fell to the floor, coughing and spitting the sperm that I had not swallowed. 

“I see she succeeded,” Master spoke reentering the room. 

I struggled to my knees again and knelt trembling. I remained there while Colin dressed and goodbyes were said. 

Master came over and sat by me. I heard his zipper, the soft rustle of cloth. “Now for me, Love. I know you do not like Colin, but I wanted you to learn. I want now to feel what you learned.” 

I was exhausted and my jaw ached, but it was not my choice or comfort, it was Masters. I opened my mouth and began to practice on him what I had learned. I tired to show him with my mouth the pleasure I got from serving him, how sorry I was for the night before, to reaffirm my submission to him. 

I felt him relax and yield to my mouth. Somewhere in this silence between the two of us, the pain slipped away, this place here was the only place I wanted to be. At that moment I would have happily spent the rest of my life in darkness so that I could please him. 

I felt him swell, stiffen and from a long distance, heard his voice, “Cum for me Kelly, cum.” 




Two Weeks



Author's note: 

The following is the beginning of something a bit quirky. Thank you for clicking the link, and I hope you enjoy. 

I am always stopped for the 'random' security check at the airport. My father suffers the same problem, although that is more understandable. He could be from any of a myriad of terrorist factions, with the deeply tanned skin, wild hair, and 'don't even think about touching me' stance. Mother always factors in an extra thirty minutes for security time. 

On a semi-related note, they always get stares in restaurants. She's even had a woman ask her in the restroom if she was on a blind date. Don't get me wrong. Dad is a handsome man. People just see what they want to see. But anyway.  

I've never understood it. I'm perfectly harmless looking. I say 'looking' because I've been known to be a bit feisty when it's needed. (Hey, if a woman hits you with a racket, you've got to defend yourself, yes?) But they don't know that, now do they? What's dangerous about someone who just scarcely hits the five feet marker? I just barely make the height requirement for some roller coasters. They even make me stand up next to the inches chart to verify (for insurance purposes, of course). 

Maybe it's the shoes. Maybe they're afraid I'm going to use one of those pointy toes on a flight attendant. Even if it IS the heels, I wouldn't give them up, not on your life or mine. I have a theory. Sneakers belong in the gym. Flip flops reside on the beach. Boat shoes should be hidden at all times (even when on the boat). An ex once tried to convince me of otherwise. (Well, I DID mention he was an ex, didn't I?) The relationship did not end well. 

The checker is always a nitwit. Always, always. 

"Ma'am, may I please have your shoes?"

"No, you may not. But I will take them off for you." 

See? You laughed. They never do.

"Ma'am, would you please unbuckle your belt and hold it open?" 

"On the first date? Goodness, no." 

The afore-mentioned statement is usually granted a confused arching of one eyebrow (or occasionally two), and then the security attendant inevitably repeats the original question. Don't these women have to take a test or something to get the job? Is this the result of a low unemployment rate or am I just being pessimistic again?

But anyway. 

By the time I've proven that I am not in possession of any harmful weapons, substances, or behaviors (outside of an oddball sense of humor), they let me pass. Granted, it's usually with a mumbled apology for the wait. But an apology is an apology, right? And they wonder why people drink on flights. 

I've yet to tell you where I'm going, have I? 

Home. I'm going home for a visit. It's been about a year and a half, but don't ask my mother or she'll call it two. Dad will cross his arms and pretend it's been five. (Dad has always been Dad, and Mother has always been Mother. Even when I was young. Not in a Norman Bates sort of way. She's just not the type of person who inspires nicknames or shortened versions of things. All my life, I've never heard anyone call her Pam.) 

I missed last Christmas. In my family, this is paramount to a capital offense. Well, it's not quite that strong of a punishment, thankfully. However, with my mother's special talents in wheedling, a girl could grow to think otherwise. That is one skill I'm grateful not to have inherited from my mother. As far as the apple and tree go, I think I'm an orange that has fallen somewhere in between. In between what, you ask? Mother and Dad. 

If you met them, you would understand in two minutes what I mean. Make that ten, just to be safe. Dad would be on his best behavior for at least a few conversational topics. Two extremely different personalities in one home. A happy home, but disparate all the same. 

The flight isn't bad. It's a few minutes longer than three hours, provided that there is no inclement weather. I remember one flight a few years back where we were rerouted to a nearby airport due to bad weather. Finding a rental car to get to my parents was hell. By hell, I mean maneuvering a Chrysler in hard rain. 

Waiting in the boarding area has always been one of my favorite parts of traveling. No, I'm not the sadist who likes to watch people get worked up over missing their flights. I like seeing the antsy nature people develop just before the boarding call. And the more anxious they get, the more they pace. There are few things more amusing than an open space full of people milling around like worker bees, without realizing what they are doing. 

In choosing your plane seat before making the purchase, there is invariably a decision to make. Do you want to be the first on, or the first off? Not including first class, of course. I haven't sat up front and sipped champagne for five years or so. When it comes to coach, I'm a fan of last on, first off. Why, you ask?

It's just like the security check. I almost always end up next to Mrs. Betty-Sue-Talks-a-Lot. Whether her name is Irene or Gertrude or, in fact, Betty Sue, she never recognizes the purpose of my headphones, or the silencing joy of an MP3 player. Her perfume is enough to choke an elephant and her voice is one note higher than a mosquito buzzing around in your brain. More correctly, my brain. Occasionally, I'll get Mr. Won't-Turn-His-Cell-Off and all of his oddities. I think I prefer Betty Sue. 

Getting on the plane, for someone who has never been fond of flying, is a disconcerting experience. The ramp that leads to the plane is wobbly, and the step-up to actually enter the cabin never strikes my fancy. Yet more reason to become an alcoholic. 

Seat 16A. If I have the choice, I'm a window person, despite the whole flying problem. It used to be somewhat of a Heller-esque situation, but now I just swallow my squeamish issues. Anything is better than being stepped over by people trying to get to the two foot by two foot restroom. 

There are many sources of amusement on an airplane, but nothing is more hilarious than those trying (unsuccessfully) to join the 'Mile High Club'. Once the flight attendant inevitably catches the culprits, then they're stuck with the silent ridicule of the other passengers until the flight is over. 

But anyway. 

I've scheduled two weeks off of work to make up for my familial faux pas this time last year. My boss almost turned blue when I gave him the good news, but he'll live to sign another paycheck (of mine, thankfully). I'll be staying under the same roof as my parents for one half of a month. Fourteen days. A fortnight. What in God's name was I thinking when I booked those flights?

***

"Sara!"

My aunt Lillith, the chain smoker. 

"Aunt Lillith! What are you doing outside?"

"Working hard at ruining my lungs, sugar. Need help with those bags? Give me a hug. Let me help. Really, I insist."

Does she insist on giving me a cancerous hug or on half-heartedly attempting to help with my bags? Or, lucky me, both? 

"It's all right, Aunt Lillith. I'll get them inside while you finish up out here." 

The house looked the same. Then again, it always did, just like Dad always loved his pressure-washer. And the front door still stuck. 

"Sara!"

"Dad!" 

We've always been an exclamatory sort of family. When I get back from visits home, my friends call it the 'Ahhh!!!!' stage.  

"Are you early? What time is it?"

Dad has never worn a watch. He's never needed one. 

"It's six-thirty, Dan. Sara! So good to see you!"

Mom, on the other hand, always has a watch. She's why he doesn't. Hugging my mother is like holding onto something very soft but breakable. Porcelain china in a five foot five teddy bear frame. 

"It's good to see you both. I'm a little early. Getting a cab from the airport wasn't nearly the hassle that it normally is." 

A beauty of an understatement.

"Have a glass of wine, sweetheart. Dan just opened a bottle that I think you'll like." 

Is it red? Enough said.  

"Thanks! That would be lovely." 

There's a point in time after a long-enough flight where all I want to do is take off my bra, kick off my shoes, and have a nice glass of wine. Ah, well. One for three. 




Two Weeks



It's about 9:00pm, and she's in the bedroom of her apartment. She's just gotten home from work and is utterly exhausted. It's only Tuesday, but it's been a tough week already since she also worked most of the weekend. A glass of wine sits on the bureau, and she sips it as she removes her jewellery. She sighs. Don is coming back from his two week business trip tonight. He's been driving all over the Midwest, and depending on what time his meeting ended this afternoon, and what time he actually got on the road, he made it clear that he planned on coming straight to her place if he could get there before midnight. She feels guilty when she hopes that his meeting ran late, or that maybe he hit traffic. She has missed him terribly but knows he'll be horny as hell, and God forgive her, she is just not in the mood tonight.

Her fingers are on the top button of her suit jacket when she hears the key in the front door. Shit! She swears under her breath, and then curses herself for feeling this way. But damn it, she is tired.

"Carol," he yells out as the door slams shut. "Where are you, Hon?"

"In the bedroom," she calls back. She hears him place what she supposes is his briefcase on the coffee table along with his keys. The change in the sound of his footsteps lets her know he has now entered the kitchen. "Ahhhh....that's my girl," he says, and she assumes he has seen the open bottle of wine. A cabinet door opens, then bangs shut. Glunk, glunk, glunk sounds follow as he pours himself a glass.

"Hey, aren't you gonna greet me? It's only been two weeks," his voice gets louder as he approaches the bedroom. There he is, leaning against the doorway, head cocked to one side, cute little grin on his face. The right side of his upper lip always rises slightly higher than the other when he smiles. For some reason, this is one of those things that makes him totally irresistible to her. She walks over to him, stands on her toes and kisses his cheek.

"Hey you. How was the drive?" She asks as she turns to walk back to the bureau. She takes two steps before she feels a hand on her elbow.

"Um, hello. Excuse me," he says. "Is that all I get?" She turns back to him and wraps her arms around his chest, placing her head against his shoulder. His arms embrace her.

"That's a little nicer. But this is even better," he teases, as the hand without the glass of wine moves to her bottom and squeezes. She jumps, letting out a tiny squeak, then looks up at him.

"I'm sorry, Don. I am just so fucking stressed and tired. Can you wait until morning?"

He gives her his best pouty, little boy face, and she giggles. Oh, he is adorable, she thinks. She keeps looking at him, loving to gaze into his eyes, big and green and surrounded by thick black lashes. Damn, she wonders. Why do men always get the most beautiful eyelashes? She pulls away. Back at the bureau, she takes another sip of wine. She starts to undo her suit jacket, then pauses. Shit! It suddenly dawns on her what she is wearing underneath. This morning, she had dressed with all the best intentions of seducing him, throwing on her sexiest pair of underwear. Black low-cut bra, matching lace panties, garters, stockings....the whole works. Over that she wore a suit. Just a fitted jacket that buttoned to a v-neck and didn't require a blouse beneath it, along with a tight skirt. But then today turned out to be as crappy as yesterday - employees fighting and threatening to quit, clients complaining - a real day from hell. And now, she could not get herself in "the mood" no matter how hard she tried.

"Hey...earth to Carol." His voice breaks through her daze, and she jerks her head towards him. "You've got my favorite suit on. Did you wear that especially for me?" He asks, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. He leaves the doorway and walks up behind her. She feels his arms wrap around her waist and looks at him in the mirror.

"Come on, Honey. I've missed you." She watches as his head moves, then feels his lips on the back of her neck. "I've thought about you all day," he growls, his breath warming her ear. Still watching in the mirror, she stares as one hand moves over her pubic area, palming it through her skirt, pressing on it as she feels him pushing himself against her bottom. His cock is already hard. The other hand slips under her jacket and cups a breast as he begins to nibble her ear, whispering, "Can't you tell how much I've missed you?" God help her, she loves him more than anything, but she just can't get into this right now.

Wrapping a hand over each of his wrists, she grabs tight. "Don, please, it's been an awful day. I just want to sleep," she explains. In the mirror's reflection, she sees his face. His _expression is one of total disappointment.

He lets go of her. He moves away and gently says, "Sure, Hon. I'll just go take a cold shower." He hangs his head in an exaggerated pose, shuffling along toward the bathroom. Giggling, she tells him to stop being such a martyr.

She hears the door to the bathroom close, and lets out a sigh. She quickly undoes her suit jacket and slips it off. She's about to place it on a hanger when she notices her reflection. Whoa, she thinks. Her movements throughout the day must have changed the position of the bra. Half her aureolas and nipples are exposed. She hears a noise and turns toward the doorway. There's Don, towel around his waist, staring at her.

"Um...sorry, Carol. I was just coming to tell you that there's no soap in the shower." But he cannot hide the lust in his eyes. Within seconds, he is standing in front of her, hands on her face, holding it in place as his mouth covers hers. She has always loved the way he kisses, softly at first, then applying more and more pressure, his tongue making its way around her lips, then into her mouth. She feels herself responding to him, opening her mouth to allow his tongue to circle within and probe more deeply.

But then the phone rings. Don sighs and pulls away. She freezes and listens as the machine picks up. It's one of her employees informing her that she has a family problem and won't be in tomorrow. "Son of a bitch!" She yells, throwing her hands up in the air, then slapping them back down against her thighs. She was hoping to sleep in a little late tomorrow, but that's out of the question now. She plops onto the edge of the bed, hangs her head down and tries to take a few deep breaths. There's movement in front of her. Looking up, she sees Don squatting, holding her glass of wine. Gently, he places a hand on her knee and says, "Here, have some of this." She smiles weakly at him and takes it. She puts it to her lips, throws her head back and gulps down the remaining half a glass. Handing it back to him, she asks if he'd mind getting her some more. "In fact," she says, "bring the whole fucking bottle in here!" He smirks as he gets up. "That's my Honey," she hears him mumble as he walks to the kitchen.

She flings her upper body back and lays down, legs still bent and dangling over the edge of the bed, high-heeled pumps not quite touching the floor. Her skirt rises up quite a bit and her legs spread as she stretches her arms above her head and arches her back, letting out a long, exasperated sigh. She stays in that position, staring up at the ceiling.

"Oh, for Chrissakes, Carol!" She hears. "Don't tease me like this!"

Lifting her head up a bit, she sees Don. He's in the doorway again. The side of the bed she's lying on faces him, and she is sure he can see up her skirt. He confirms this suspicion by whispering one word. "Garters?" She quickly pops back up into a sitting position. Something does not feel quite right though, and she looks down. When she had stretched her arms up before, she must have pulled her tits with them, because now they were sitting on top of the lacy portion of her bra cups, fully exposed and propped up. She looks at the _expression on Don's face and giggles. He still has a towel wrapped around his waist, but now it's sticking out quite a bit down around his crotch. She points and begins to laugh hysterically. She realizes that her silliness is more from exhaustion and stress than from the actual situation at hand, but she cannot control herself. Tears are streaming down her face, and he is looking at her like she has lost her mind.

"Sure, go ahead. Have a good laugh at my expense. It's a real boost to the ego that you find my blue-steel throbber so funny!" Shaking his head, he walks over to the nightstand and puts the bottle of wine down.

"Blue-steel throbber?" She spits out, then laughs even harder. "Oh, Honey...I'm sorry," she says between giggles.

"Sorry, my ass! I'll make you sorry!" And with that, he walks over to where she is sitting, grabs her roughly by the wrists and pulls her to her feet. Her body rubs against him, causing his towel to slide to the floor. With a few swift movements, he yanks the straps of her bra down off her shoulders so that they hang around her elbows, then clasps her wrists within his hands, shoving her arms behind her back. His head falls to her breasts immediately. Jerking her arms again, he causes her back to arch and her tits to tilt up. She whimpers a little from the pain, but is still too shocked to say anything. It has all happened so quickly. "Oh, God!" She cries out, finally finding her voice when his lips clamp down on a nipple. He immediately sucks it to full attention, sliding it in and out of his mouth between his teeth. He tongues it, nips at it and finally bites down on it and tugs hard. Moaning, her hips begin to move, and he grunts as the material of her skirt skims the head of his penis. His mouth moves to her other nipple, and he attacks it just as viciously.

"Mmmmmmm......Don.....what's gotten into you?" She asks, her words coming out in a breathless whisper. He responds by releasing her wrists, grabbing her waist and throwing her backward onto the bed. He immediately dives onto it next to her. A hand finds its way up her skirt. His fingers move along her nylons, lightly tickling the inside of her thighs until he reaches the point where he feels skin. Sliding a finger underneath the top portion of a stocking, he keeps teasing her flesh, watching her face as he does. She's got her eyes closed and her head tilted back, her mouth open as she moans softly. His fingers move to her panties. He tugs at the crotch area and glides his middle finger and thumb beneath. Finding her nub, he pinches it and rolls it between his fingers. It never ceases to amaze him how engorged her clit gets when she's excited. Her hips raise up, her body writhes and her moans become much louder. He stops and pulls his hand away. Her eyes pop open and look at him questioningly.

"Still tired, my sweetie?" He grins mischievously at her. She shakes her head. He bends over to kiss her, grabbing her skirt as he does, hiking it up higher. He rolls on top of her, propping himself up on his elbows. Kissing her roughly, he begins to run his cock along her thighs, groaning a little as he feels the silkiness of her stockings against him. She squirms beneath him, spreading her legs wider for him. He slides his lower body up until he is grinding against her panties. His mouth leaves hers and makes its way to her neck, lightly flicking his tongue, then kissing and sucking. Her fingers claw the back of his shoulders as her legs wrap around his.

"Fuck me, Don!" She whispers, through his kisses. "I can't wait any longer." He lifts his head and looks at her, staring her down.

"Oh, now you wanna fuck, my Honey?" He rubs his cock into her harder, in a circular motion. "Don't tell me what you want. You drove me crazy before, now it's my turn. Beg me." She meets his grinding, and at the same time, arches her back so that her tits brush against his chest, trying to coax him. He grunts. "Not going to work this time, Carol. I don't want you to TELL me what you want....BEG me."

He pushes himself up and slides off of her and the bed. Standing over her, he rips at her garters, tearing them away from their hold on her stockings so that he can get at her panties. Yanking forcefully, he pulls them off. During all this, she has been lifting and moving her lower body to assist him, moaning the entire time. His aggression is driving her insane. She lifts her legs up, then spreads them as wide as she can, making a large "v". She's always been extremely flexible and uses that ability now. Grabbing an ankle with each hand, she pulls her legs back.

"Oh, God, Carol!" He exclaims. He draws in a deep breath and exhales it loudly, letting out a short laugh as he does. "You're fucking incredible!" He groans low and long as he stares at her glistening, fully-exposed pussy. Taking a finger, he runs it all around her lips and vulva, then shoves it deep inside her, curling the tip so that it probes her inner walls. She cries out.

"Dammit, Don!" She yells. "Fuck me already! I can't stay in this position all night."

He pulls his finger out and crawls back onto the bed. Kneeling up against her ass, he holds his pulsing cock, sliding it over her a few times, teasing her clit with it. Her head pops up, and she looks him straight in the eyes. He stares back, an _expression of dead seriousness on his face.

"I won't say it again, Carol. Don't TELL me what you want. BEG me for it!" She whimpers. He knows how much this is killing her. She usually likes to instruct him. But he can also tell how excited this has made her, to have him take total charge and command her for a change.

"Okay....okay." She's panting heavily now. "Don, please. Please fuck me......YOU BASTARD!" She spits out the last two words.

He places the head of his penis at her opening, circles it, then stops. "Ask me nicely, Carol. No need for name calling now, is there?" She realizes how much he is truly enjoying this. She flings her head back in exasperation. She moves her hips and ass so that her wet cunt rubs the tip of his cock. He pulls back. "Uh-uh. No cheating," he teases. He looks at her and wonders how much longer he can continue this. Her tits are up higher and firmer than usual due to the bottom of the bra pushing at them. Her legs are as far apart as he's ever seen them, and her cunt is spread wide open, inviting him to have his way with her. Finally, he hears what he's been waiting for.

"Don," she says, almost too calmly. "Please sweetie....please. I'm begging you. Please fuck me. Please do whatever you want with me."

She has barely completed the last sentence when she feels his cock stretching her opening and entering her. His dick is thicker than any guy she's ever been with, and it still surprises her how fantastic it feels when he first presses against her. That initial stretching of her rim is always somewhat painful, but it's a pleasurable pain, and she cries out.

"Oh, your cunt feels so good," he moans, as he thrusts into her again and again. She still has her legs way up, but they're curled now, her hands resting behind her knees, holding them in place. She moves with him as best as she can. When she gets as excited as she is now, it doesn't take her long, and she already feels her orgasm drawing close.

"Oh, Don......right there! Don't stop what you're doing! Right there!" She tells him, panting heavily. Her body is on fire, the heat being strongest in her clit. Suddenly, she is 'there'; she's in the throes of a full-blown orgasm. She lets go of her legs and lays them on the back of his, sliding one up and the other down continuously while her body bucks and spasms. Her nails dig into his arms, her head thrashes wildly and her moans become screams. She's aware that Don has started to cum also, and his own shuddering adds to the intensity of her orgasm.

Minutes pass before they are both able to speak, their breathing finally becoming somewhat normal. He rolls off of her, and lays on his side, propped up on an elbow, watching her. She looks at him and smiles. She's not sure if it was the two weeks without him or his 'attack' of her that did it, or maybe a little of both, but she's positive about one thing. It was the most exciting experience they have shared so far.

"That was unfuckingbelievable!" She says, voice still a bit husky.

"You liked that?" he asks, teasingly. She laughs, covers her eyes with a hand and nods her head 'yes'. "So, should I do that more often? Is that what you're telling me?" He's playing with her now, trying to act naive and innocent.

"You are SUCH an asshole!" She responds. "What the FUCK do you think?"

"I don't know. You didn't seem to enjoy it much."

"ARRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!" She yells, then smacks him on his head. She goes to get up, and he grabs her, pulling her to him, hugging her tight, laughing as he nuzzles her.

"I'm sorry," he says in a mockingly sweet tone. "I won't ever do that again. I guess I just got carried away."

"Oh my God! Stop it now!" She snaps at him. "It was the best fuck you ever gave me. Is that what you wanna hear? Ya happy now?"

"Yup." He laughs. "Very happy." 



Two Weeks



(Author's Note: I'd like to thank JazCullen who hooked me up with this really great editor: mikothebaby. Also, a huge thanks to mikothebaby: you did a wonderful job! As always, comments are always welcome! Gives me an idea as to how this went over for all of you.)


Chapter One

"Two weeks, and I'll be home baby! But hey! I gotta' get out of here for now. Got a line a mile behind me waiting to use the phone." Dominic was smiling, albeit sadly, as he imagined his beautiful wife in their bedroom dressed in one of his t shirts that he knew she was so fond of. Might not be the sexiest thing in the world, but it was sexy to him. 

***

Those words echoed in Faith's mind as she came back to the present to find the officers helping her into a chair. She sat there in shock, unable to fully register the meaning of the first officer's words: "We would like to offer our deepest condolences on behalf of the President and the United States Army for the service afforded to us by Specialist Dominic Nichols."

Faith briefly waved her hands at the officers, trying to escape their contradicting actions. First the cruel words; so softly spoken, then the strong hands as they offered their comfort; however unwanted. She felt numb, almost kind of like being in the dentist's office only this time it was her whole body, inside and out. Laughter, all of a sudden, started bubbling out of her and she looked up at the two officers who seemed completely unsure of what to do with this reaction. She stood up with a bright smile on her face and still laughing, she said, "Of course...you must have the wrong person! I mean...I was just on the phone with him last night!"

Again, she looked up at the two officers, hoping to see a confirmation of her words yet only seeing concern, compassion and sadness. Struck, suddenly, by the implications of the words that the officer had said earlier, she sat down again; this time confused. How could he leave her? He had promised he would never leave her. A gentle clearing of a throat reminded her of the presence of the two men standing before her. Without looking up she whispered, "Please leave..." She clenched her hands tightly in her lap, the light glinting off of the simple white gold band, the solitaire in the middle, sparkling with an array of colors in the dim light of the room. 

"Ma'am," the shorter officer spoke up. "Is there someone we can call who can come and stay with you?"

Startled by his question, she looked up at him, her features a mixture of anguish, sorrow, and rage. He had promised! She stood up and quietly walked to the door, determined to have the officers in her home gone. She tugged the door open and gestured that they should vacate the premises..."Please, you've done your duty, now leave."

It looked as if the other officer were about to object, but she raised her hand, cutting him off then gestured once more that they should both leave as they came in. As soon as they were gone, she shut the door quickly behind them and locked it, sagging against the now closed door, her sorrow seeming to rip her insides apart. She doubled over, her hands going around to hold her body almost as if she were trying to hold herself together when she wasn't physically coming apart. A hoarse cry escaped her parted lips, tears finally falling free from her deep blue eyes. Unable to keep herself up anymore, her legs finally gave way allowing her body to slide its way down the door till her weight rested on the cold, hard floor. She drew her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them to hold them close to her body as she cried until she couldn't cry anymore, her body finally subsiding into little tremors as she finally succumbed to unconsciousness. 

***

She was writhing on the bed. White-hot pleasure was arcing through her body, making her tremble and beg. "Please Sir! Please...let me cum!" Faith knew she wouldn't last much longer and the penalty for cuming without permission was severe. A white set of teeth clamped down on her nipple, tugging on it until she cried out sharply, again begging him with her body and with her words; desperate to cum.

Dominic let go of her nipple, his smile feral in the darkness as her passion-filled cries flooded the room. He leaned up and flipped her over, pressing his large hand into the back of her neck, pinning her there. His own lust felt as if it were at a record high, his thick cock straining to be free from the confines of his jeans. He fought his own passion ruthlessly as he slid his other hand down Faith's back to her taught, delectable ass. He rubbed it for a few seconds before he leaned his head forward whispering sensually, "It's time to fly, my little slut. Now, let...go...!" As he whispered the impassioned words, he brought his hand down on her firm backside using enough force to leave a very bright hand print on her bottom, making her cry out; partly in ecstasy, the other in pain...

***

Faith shot up in her bed, with a strangled cry. Her body was burning and yet she was so filled with sorrow that all she could do was lay back down and curl up into a tight little ball. She couldn't remember even getting to the bed last night. The last thing she could recall was making the officers leave her home, but that memory felt distant; almost as if she had lived with this terrible truth for ages now instead of the two days it had actually been. Tears fell silently down her pale face, her body trembling despite the fact it was warm under her blanket. 

She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the next thing she was aware of was an insistent rapping on her front door. She ignored it for some time hoping that the person would just go away, but whoever it was had simply decided to pester her until her patience snapped. She slipped out of the bed and walked to the door not caring that she had been wearing the same clothes for about 72 hours now. Her hair was a mess, the normally shiny and silky locks now dull; hanging lifelessly around her pallid face. Her blue green eyes, normally bright and sparkling now only seemed dull and without the normal depth they should have. 

Faith finally made it to the door, not even noticing how loose her clothes were and the fact that she had apparently lost weight from her lack of eating. She didn't notice anything except there was an annoying person behind this door who wouldn't leave her to her grief. Opening the door, she winced at the bright light that filtered in through the unobstructed glass of the storm door. Vaguely, she recalled the man standing in front of her as being one of the officers that had come to announce Dom's death. A wave of dizziness struck her suddenly and before she could open her mouth to tell the man to go away she hit the ground with a hard thud, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Alexander was about to take his hat off and introduce himself more personally when he noted the woman's extreme pale complexion, the way her clothes were wrinkled and barely hung to her form. His brow knit as concern overwhelmed him. He knew there wasn't any family left for this young woman, he had researched it more fully after having left her house the other night. 

Both of her parents had died when she was younger and she was an only child. Her parents were older when they had finally conceived her, so her grandparents hadn't been in the picture long when she was a child. There were no distant relatives or aunts and uncles to fall back on because they had both been the only children in their parents' lives. Dominic used to have an older sister and parents, but his family had been brutally ripped from him at a tender young age of nine by a fatal car wreck. He had been lucky to live...

He watched her legs buckle and immediately exploded into action. The storm door was locked; but they weren't meant to keep determined people out. The flimsy door came open, the locking mechanism broken and bent beyond repair, but he paid no attention to the damage done; instead going to the seemingly fragile woman laying on the floor. 

Alexander noted that she was wearing the same clothes she had the night he came to inform her of her husbands death. Looking at her though; the unbidden thought came to him that even though she looked like death warmed over she was still incredibly beautiful. He picked her up, gently cradling her tiny body against his massive frame and walked over to the couch, laying her down gently afraid that if he moved too quickly or wasn't gentle enough he might cause her more harm. 

Tenderly, he brought his hand up, caressing her gaunt cheek with a finger as he looked at her, his golden eyes filled with anxiety. He stood up and went to the kitchen, rummaging around until he found a wash cloth which he ran under the cold water, then rung it out till it was only damp. Walking back into the room, he knelt down by the couch and gently ran the cool cloth over her face watching as her eyelids started to flutter...

For a moment, Faith was confused as she opened her eyes; their blue green depths dilating then focusing in on the large frame looming above her. Recognition, however, dawned on her and she sat up abruptly causing her head to spin uncontrollably. She ignored his hands as he tried to stop her, anger coursing through her. What right did he have entering her home?!

Alexander saw the angry set of her mouth and backed up a few inches, raising his palms in an age-old gesture that signified he wasn't going to hurt her.

"I came by to check in on you and when you opened the door, you fainted. I broke the handle on the storm door, but I can replace it for you..." Alexander trailed off unsure of what to say now that she was staring at him practically with flames in her eyes.

All of a sudden though, the anger left, leaving Faith feeling cold and empty. Narrowing her eyes at the officer; his name she couldn't remember. She bit of a scathing reply to him. "You should have left me alone, Sir!" She practically snarled at him, so much venom was in her words. Right now she needed someone to hate, as if the blame lay directly on this man who had dared to bring her the news of Dominic's death. 

She wrapped her arms around herself to ward off the chill wondering why she was hesitating to send him on his way. She shouldn't be and that made her angry, though in a less obvious way. Looking up at him she was startled to see his eyes, an unusual amber color, looking her over as if searching for wounds. Faith raised her hand dismissively and said, "Listen...I don't care who, or what you are. I want you gone! You have NO right being here...!" 

Alexander stood up slowly taking another step backward to sit in the armchair opposite Faith. He lifted an eyebrow at her as he contemplated what he was going to say next. He didn't want to offend her by telling her he had come to check in on her, but that is really what he had intended. He knew she didn't have a family support system like most other people did nor did it seem to be that she had any friends to help her through these trying times. 

"Mrs. Nichols...I really just came to check in and see how you were doing. I also wanted to leave my phone number in case there was anything you ever needed, day or night...doesn't matter. You are more than welcome to call..." Alexander kind of jumbled through what he had considered a well thought out speech before he had started speaking. She had just sat there and stared at him, unblinking causing him to loose half his nerve. 

"Sir, I don't need you, or anyone else for that matter coming to my home to check in on me. I am perfectly fine if you cannot tell!" 

Alexander took one look at her and smiled sadly before saying softly, "I'm sorry Ma'am, you can fool yourself into thinking that if you want, and you might be able to fool a lot of other people too; but its really hard to fool me. I see that your hurting, and I also happen to know you don't have anyone. No family, no job, no children, no friends..."

Faith was taken aback. She wasn't sure where or how he had gotten his info and started to tell him that it wasn't true when she realized it was. She had been married now for five years, and in all the time that she had been with Dom she hadn't found it necessary to have friends. He was all she needed. Had needed. She felt a little awkward correcting her mental musings, but the quicker she came to terms with it the quicker she could move on from this chapter of her life. Right...?

He saw her mouth open, then close her face so beautifully expressive that he read almost every emotion that crossed her face. Denial of his words, anger at his words, the realization as truth hit her, then acceptance; all in the span of a few seconds.  

This time though, when she opened her mouth to speak she said, "It doesn't matter. I never needed friends before or family; I certainly don't need them now. Now please leave...I believe you can show yourself out since you managed to get in here all by yourself."

Faith got up to leave when she turned her head back around to look at the man who she still didn't have a name for. 

"Oh, don't forget to lock the door when you leave..." 



Two Weeks



I was waiting (albeit impatiently) for him to get home from work. I had been in a mood since I woke up, but there hadn't been any time to alleviate myself before we had both left for the day, and I was now taut as a bowstring. We had the next two weeks off work for the holidays, and you had better believe I had things planned for us every single day.

When I heard the key turn in the lock, I said, "Hey there, lover." He smiled that half smile that always made me want to pounce on him, "Hey babe. Glad to be home...today was a long day." Oh, he had noooo idea. I walked over to him and took his hand, bringing his fingers up to my lips and kissing each one, "Come with me."

Once we were in our room, he turned me around to face him, "What do you need tonight?" he asked. 

"I need control," I said quietly. With those three words, his entire demeanor changed in an instant. He stood very still while I unbuttoned and removed his shirt, pants, and boxers, then he sank to his knees and put his wrists together behind him. I went to the closet to retrieve my ropes. 

The shortest rope was used to bind his hands together. I helped him to stand and led him to our chair. The chair was huge, taking up nearly one fourth of the room. It was built to ensure maximum comfort for the one being restrained while ensuring that their partner had complete access to their body. I used the remaining ropes to tie him to the chair, and the sight of his bare chest covered in restraints made me dizzy with desire. I could feel my pulse between my legs, and had to work to calm myself down before I spoiled the fun. He watched as I removed my shirt, his eyes hungry. "Your breasts are perfect. Have I told you that before?" I couldn't help but grin, "Once or twice. Have I ever told you," I said as I knelt down in front of him, "that this," I took him in my hands, "is spectacular?" He moaned softly and his ass clenched as I lightly ran my fingers up and down his salute. 

When he was stiff as a board, I left him to go back to the closet. I rummaged through the armoire to find his favorite dildo and the lube. The blue, ridged toy was just wide enough to cause that delicious fullness and pleasure that made ass-play so much fun. I gave it a good coating of lube, and returned to my waiting captive. His eyes sparked and his pupils dilated at the sight of our plastic friend. My voice took on the authoritative tone I reserved for these special occasions, "I am going to fuck your ass with this while I fuck you with my mouth. I will not be gentle." "Good. I'd be pissed if you were." With an impish grin, I nipped at his chest and sucked hard on his nipples. There was nothing sexier than being in control of those groans.

I took Mr. Blue and traced along my lover's gorgeous ass for a while, then plunged it in. Even though he knew it was coming, he couldn't help but gasp and tighten around it. I moved it in and out, slowly at first, then faster and harder. He was breathing hard, sweating with pleasure when I took him in my mouth, to the very back of my throat. Where my thrusts in back were fast, my teeth and tongue were slow. Reaching up with my free hand, I raked my nails down his torso, digging deeply enough to hover on that line between pleasure and pain.

He was close to release, and so was I. I took my mouth off of him and gave little bites up and down his inner thighs while continuing my onslaught on his ass. "Babe!" he cried out, "I'm about to cum." "Good," I purred, "You'd better give me a good meal, or I might have to punish you," and then I took him back into my mouth. 

I increased all tempos until he screamed my name to the ceiling and I felt hot liquid exploding in my mouth. I loved the taste and smell of him, and didn't hesitate to swallow it all. Being in complete control of his body brought about my own orgasm, and I scraped my nails on the plush chair cushion. 

When he was utterly spent, I gently untied him, led him to the bed and undressed, turning off the light. I curled up on his chest and felt his strong arms snake around me, his fingers lazily tracing designs on my back. "As always, that was un-fucking-believable," he said. 

I kissed his chest, "Glad to hear it. I love it when you scream my name." "I love it when you tie me up." A few moments of silence passed before he spoke again, "What are we doing tomorrow night?" 

I smiled against his damp skin, "We'll have to see..."

...to be continued.



Two Weeks Aboard SS America



This one is a sequel to Todd and Me.

*

The SS America towered above the smaller craft lying beside it inside the harbor. Displacing 100,000 tons, and 1000 feet long it would be our floating home for the next two weeks.

The ship had all the emanates one could want. In every cabin there was HD TV, complimentary bar, coffee pot, and internet.

Three swimming pools filled from the sea were located on different sections of the ship. One was mid ship on the top deck. The other two were located on lower decks at each end of the ship. Two are roughly the size of a back yard pool. The third is Olympic size with a diving board.

For those who like exercise, and I am one who does, there is a fully equipped weight gym.

That warm Friday evening in July Todd and I walked over the threshold from the gangplank to the main deck to begin our first real vacation. We would live in luxury accommodations. I would record the time on my Nikon digital camera.

"So what should we do first?"

"Find our cabin," he answered.

During the eight months since my sister had introduced us at her apartment we had done a lot together. I had introduced him to hockey and even taught him to control the puck on his stick. We had watched figure skating together. I had been shopping with him on a few occasions. I had made my compromises and he his for the sake of this relationship. Neither of us minded.

Despite acting feminine my boyfriend is not a weakling. In fact I was surprised to see his very muscular body the first time we had sex all those months ago.

The large, rectangular glass encased and metal framed diagram of the ship inside a large foyer indicated the location of all the ship's attractions. Staring at it, we made mental notes.

The cruise line no doubt was operated by and for gays. That was the add that Todd and I had read the day we made reservations. We took this to mean that no one aboard, neither crew member nor passenger, was straight.

After settling into our cabin we came to the mid ship pool. For a few moments we bathe by ourselves. Singly and in pairs other men began arriving a few moments after we were there. 

This pool, we soon learned, was bathing suit optional. Seeing the men naked all around us, Todd and I pulled off our swim trunks and left them under our chairs.

The whole scene became a feast for the eyes. Most of the men were well built. One couple not far from us made love. We began looking around us, cruising other men beside the pool.

Todd and I made mental notes while we flirted with each other. He nudged me. The gesture called my attention to a blond whose ass made both our dicks hard as he walked away toward the opposite end of the pool. 

The passengers were mixed crowd, probably half were men. The pool also drew a mixed crowd.

The couple near us making love was holding back nothing. Todd and I casually stroked each other's dick while watching some hot anal action.

"Do you think he'll cum?"

His answer made me think dirtily.

"What do you think?"

"Yup," I said.

"Ronald you should sit on my lap."

I grinned, leaned and kissed his mouth.

In the water just above the waist another couple kissed. Watching them put us both in the mood for some hot anal action. I climbed onto my boyfriend's lap. My stiff cock bounced up and down as I rode him, no doubt attracting attention.

"MMMNmmmmmmmmmmmm yeeaahhhhh," I whispered. 

As this sex was spontaneous we went bare, that is no condoms. Knowing that he would cum inside me any second now, excited me. It inspired me to keep riding him. His monster cock monster rubbing inside my ass brought me to ecstasy.

"Oh baby fuck my hole! Fuck me hard!"

"You're in the driver's seat Ronald."

Just seconds after his answer there was another nice sensation. I felt a wet stream up inside. As I climbed off I knew that his cum was oozing from my hole. I turned and kissed my lover then jumped into the pool.

Later on that evening while my boyfriend relaxed in patio chair just outside the cabin, I went on the internet. Staying in touch with my sister, I composed the following e-mail. 

"AmandaWillard@XYZ.net

Todd and I are having a good time on this cruise. We made good use of the pool and the weight room for a while. There's a band aboard and movie theaters. We'll play this by ear.

bye for now,

Ron"



Two Weeks at the Family Reunion



It was 6 am and 18 year old Maya lazily rolled over to shut off her alarm. An hour earlier than she was expected to wake up, she decided to relax in bed for a few minutes before the fast-paced day began. It was the first day of their family reunion and Maya and her parents had a long drive ahead of them before they got to her grandparents' lake house where the reunion was being held. As she stretched, her raggedy sleep shirt was pulled up to expose her flat, bronze stomach; the early morning air chilled her body and gave her goosebumps, hardening her nipples. As she reached up to pull her thick, curly hair into a bun, she ran her hands over her sizable breasts and gasped in arousal.

Forgetting about her hair, she tweaked her sensitive nipples, feeling a rush of warmth flood the pink lace panties that hugged her curves. Slowly running her hands down her body, she gently dipped her hands into her panties, teasing herself. Flicking her clit, her back arched. She gave up on teasing herself and suddenly plunged two fingers into her waiting pussy. Gasping for air and trying to contain her moans, both her hands worked furiously to get her to the orgasm she so greatly needed. As she came, she let out a throaty moan that she knew would wake her parents - one she tried to pass off as a set of coughs she hoped would fool her mom and dad.

Deciding that she should start to get ready to leave or risk being exposed, Maya jumped in the shower, packed her bags, and went to meet her parents downstairs. Still aroused from her earlier activities, her nipples pushed against the thin coral-colored tank she wore that reflected off her bronze skin so beautifully. Her tiny white shorts, made even tinier due to the fact that they were purchased before she began high school 4 years ago, outlined her curves like they were painted on. 

"Morning, Mom. Hey Jim," Maya greeted her parents, kissing her mom on the cheek and ruffling her step dad's hair.

"Enough of that, Maya!" Jim scolded, despite the twinkle in his eye and the hint of a smile on his lips. Despite his words, Jim adored Maya and enjoyed watching her blossom from a shy, lanky teen to the gorgeous, curvaceous 18 year-old she was. Her tan skin, dark brown curly hair, yet unexpected blue eyes and smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks composed Maya's beautiful face, while her 5'6, slender but curvy figure lent her the exotic beauty that even her mother's boyfriend couldn't deny.

Jim reached over and ruffled Maya's hair in return, slyly paying notice to her rosy nipples and curves as he leaned back. "Jim, come on! I just did my hair!" she groaned as Jim and her mother laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Finish your breakfast, we got to get on the road if we want to avoid traffic." Jim replied.

8 hours later, they were finally at the lake. Maya stared up at her grandparents' massive lake house; even bigger than she remembered it being as a child. With 10 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms, a living room, as well as a game room and den, and an indoor and outdoor kitchen, the lake house was big enough to host every family reunion. Maya helped her mother and Jim carry in the two weeks of luggage, dripping sweat from the 96 degree heat and humidity.

Greeting her 7 aunts, uncles, grandparents, and little cousins, all Maya wanted to do was flop face down on her bed upstairs for a nap. They were to be barbecuing in a few hours. Bringing her luggage upstairs, Maya had just closed her eyes when she heard "Hey, it's Maya-eats-ten-pies-a!" She sat up, rolling her eyes, getting ready to throw a punch to her 20-year-old step-cousin she hadn't seen since she was 8. She hated that nickname - she was a chubby little kid and she worked hard to get rid of the body that warranted it. 

"Shut up, you piece of sh...it," Maya stuttered as she looked upon the face of a movie star with the body of a god. Standing at a huge 6'4, her cousin Ryan had lightly tanned skin, dirty blonde hair, and sparkling green eyes. "Wow, you look great, Ryan!" she got up and gave him a huge hug. 

"Yeah, you too pipsqueak. Far from that nick name, eh?" he smirked. "Whatever." She rolled her eyes again, bending over to fix her bedding before she went downstairs.

"Wow..." Ryan thought to himself as he stared at her ass. "Fuck, she's so hot." He felt a stirring in his pants as his cock began to grow. Looking behind herself, she noticed that Ryan was staring at her ass. Giggling, Maya asked if he liked what he saw. "Yeah, actually..." he said as he approached her, grinding his dick into the crack of her ass. Maya definitely was not expecting him to answer in such a manner, and felt her face burning despite the wetness in her pussy. "Don't flirt if you're not expecting me to react, pipsqueak." He slapped her ass hard. "It's getting a little hot in here, don't you think?" he asked. "Let's go swimming in the lake before dinner." She nodded, too shocked but turned on to speak.

As Ryan left to go change, Maya changed into her tiny red bikini. Trembling, she grabbed her cover up and towel and headed towards the lake. Diving in, she embraced the cold water to calm her highly-aroused body down, and she tread water until she saw her hot step-cousin making his way down the hill from the house. Completely shirtless, Maya's jaw dropped. His body looked like it was carved from stone, his chiseled abs complimented his gorgeous face. He dove in; covering Maya with water again and she shrieked and started kicking water at him. Giggling, she swam away, but he quickly overtook her and grabbed her hips. Pulling her back, she was pressed against him and she felt his hard cock pressing against her smooth backside.

"You like that? Hm?" he whispered in her ear.

"Ryan! What are you doing?!" she asked, breathless.

"What does it look, ahem, feel like I'm doing?" he chuckled as he dipped his fingers into her bikini bottoms. As he made contact with her aroused pussy, she gasped and closed her eyes. "Maya, tell me you don't want it and I'll leave you alone. We can pretend this never happened." He said as he circled her clit slowly.

"I..." she began, as she gasped again. Ryan chuckled as he dipped a finger into her waiting pussy. "Fuck..." she moaned. She opened her eyes and looked up, eyes wide. She could see her family enjoying the summer on the porch, and the two of them were in plain view. "We can't do that. Not here," she swam towards the dock, hiding under it. Ryan followed her, cock hard as ever.

Pushing him against a pillar under the dock, Maya attacked his lips with her own. "Woah there, pipsqueak! Didn't know you wanted my cock that bad." He laughed. 

"Shut up, asshole." She said between kisses, wrapping her tan, slender legs around his waist. Too horny for foreplay, she pushed her bottoms to the side as he took out his 8 inch cock. Lowering herself onto it, she moaned loudly into his mouth. 

"Fuck, that feels so fucking good. You're so tight." Ryan groaned as he filled her up. "Seriously, shut up and just fuck me, okay?" she said as she ground her pussy on his cock. Per her request, he began fucking her in long, slow strokes. Finding her rosebud, he gently began to rub her asshole with his middle finger, causing her back to arch. 

"Like that, pipsqueak?" he smirked. "Mhmm... she moaned, pushing her ass farther onto his finger. "Please... harder." She begged. Ryan grabbed her hips and started giving it to her harder and faster, making her scream. 

"Shh... we don't want anyone coming down here, do we?" he asked as she bit down on his shoulder a little. Fucking her faster, he felt her pussy clench around his cock as she came. 

"Fuck, oh my god, fuck me Ryan!" she exclaimed, cumming again. Her last plea did it for him, and he shot a huge load into her tiny pussy.

Both gasping a little nervously, they looked at each other. "No one can know about this, obviously." She said. "We can never do that again, okay Ryan?" He looked at her, slightly taken aback. 

"Whatever, Maya." He said as he swam away, slightly hurt. Maya looked after him with confusion, as she just fucked him - just as he wanted her to. Thinking he'd get over it, she swam after him, pulling herself on shore and heading back to the house for dinner.