1 comments/ 10503 views/ 1 favorites The Birth By: Isabella777 It was yet to be known what the child was. It had come this Christmas night of all nights. The snow had fallen to the earth in frozen pictures of frilled lace. The year unknown as earth had changed so much . Christmas was no longer a sought after holiday. All hope and caring had seem to cease from the people who now hunted for food just to live everyday. They had not wanted a child in this desperate world but it had come upon them from no where. Bruce and Shelia had not been the best people ,but yet not the worse. Drinking and drugs ran rampant and they themselves had had their share of all. Even the sex. Their lovemaking and her off and on praying for a better life drove them to survivals they knew had to be face daily to live in this extinct world. He had been the caring man side of the affair. She the devoting woman. Their lovemaking superb nightly. But always careful to avoid a child. Sheila knew not where this child had come from. She had been extra careful ,but now that it was to be they worked around the child inside to live. The anti Christ now roamed and ruled the world as it was now. The cities destroyed . Life stood still for all. Medicines and hospitals no longer existed. All hope gone. Prayers was said in hidden dark ways . Bruce knew he and Shelia had to survive and make sure this child also survived in their world. Their love for each other in their eyes and everything they did. The days were agonizing as they hunted for food to feed themselves and care for the coming of this child. They hunted daily for all that they would need to deliver the child when it was ready to be born. Their nights spent making passionate love and trying to sort out what next to do. But their nights heaven to them as they thankfully had a high rise dome apartment away from the world below. No one could get at them and all they scavenged of the day. The place held what wood they could find to burn for warmth and food they brought in . Windows to see the stars and moon giving them some peace and comfort. The clouds always black and drifting across the sky. Snow would soon be falling again. Black and desolate flakes as no one had witnessed before. These had been all changes since the government had failed and the anti Christ had swooped in destroying the earth bit by bit. The change had been fast and ferocious for all. Hands had been swiped with the mark of the devil . If not swiped then you foraged for food and prayed the Christ child would soon be here to save you. Evil was in abundance and had sat up home. Tonight Shelia and he had had a long day and she told of an urgency to be home safe again. As they had climbed the steps to their apartment she had seemed more worn out . Fixing their supper it had started to black snow and Sheila watched as the dark laces fell to the earth and below. She spoke of the snow and the prayers she had said that day to Bruce. Eating they settled back and soon as always he was kissing her and seeking the release they both needed with their bodies. Sensually he traced her skin with his fingers as he deeply kissed her . The night stood still as the lovers gave to each other the only thing that could not be taken away so easily . Their passion erupting into crescendos of heated fire as they fought for heights of unending pleasures. After they watched the snow as it fell. Slipping off to sleep for a few hours Bruce was woken by Sheila's moans . Looking to the sky he silently prayed as he knew soon the child would arrive. Gathering all the blankets they had he bent to cover her up. Her moans small yet ,he knew soon she would deliver. Moving quietly he made sure all was ready for the delivery. He prayed to God to help her and make all well as he set water to boil. The windows beckoned him once more . The night different for some reason. He could feel something in the air. Above them the skies seemed to part on its own and the snow slipped to the side to open . Sheila slept as Bruce got down and prayed for them and the child to come. Tears rolled down his eyes as he asked that all be well for her and the child. Hoping above all hope that his prayers would be answered this night. The quiet night seemed to echo his prayers out loud. His heart beat with all its might and then total quietness as he watched over Sheila once more. Her moans seem to be slowly growing again as he watched her toss and turn. Her body now drenched in sweat, she opened her eyes and watched him . With a smile she drifted back off once again. The snow fell and seemed to swallow them up to the world . The sky seemed to turn a beautiful blue black and change as Bruce watched. Beauty was far and between in this world so cold and unnerving. He senesced the change in his body as he watched. Shelia awoke and this time she looked at him with eyes pleading and he knew it had begun. Wiping her face he talked to her gently and helped soothe her mind. He looked to the sky and prayed as she moaned aloud. Her pains coming quicker he noticed the sky open up and a small star had appeared. It grew slowly as her pains grew. His eyes were torn between her and the sky. No stars had he ever seen in his lifetime and here this one appeared from no where. It made him a little nervous and thought what great beauty it was and said so to Sheila . She looked and smiled and said nothing. The star grew as Sheila started the birth. The sky's parted to let the light shine though the window and rest on the child he delivered. A girl laid in his arms and he thought he heard music herald this child as he handed her into Shelia's arms as the light dazzled them both. The Christ Child had arrived. The Birth of a Cum Slut I wrote this with further episodes in mind, so it may start a little slower. Any feedback about future directions would be appreciated, as it's been a while since I have written and am feeling a bit rusty. My obsession with cocks started only recently. Bizarrely enough, I first noticed cocks in a big way by watching straight porn. My friend Jamie and I were watching some girl getting her face fucked when Jamie made some comment about the guy having a monster cock. That was it, I was hooked. I found myself watching his cock more than her. I began to wonder what it felt like to be her, taking that monster tool in her mouth. I even think I drooled a little at the thought. That night I fisted my cock so hard I shot cum into my face. As I liked my lips, I wondered if every guys cum tasted the same. The more I thought about it, the more I knew I wanted to find out. The more I thought about ways to find out, the hornier I got. The hornier I got, the more my ass twitched. I ended up cumming twice more, and fell asleep with cum on my face and a small dildo hanging out my ass. I started cruising gay chat rooms, reading and watching gay porn, all while maintaining my straight little world. I had picked up carrots and cucumbers to suck on while jerking off at the thought of having a huge cock fuck my throat. After 2 weeks of cruising, drooling and thinking, I decided to take a plunge into my new obsession and get me some cock. I got my tightest jeans and black t shirt and headed out on the town. I drove around the block twice before parking as near to the club as I was game and tried to look casual as I slipped inside. One of my sister's gay friends had told me about this gay club where they had rooms out the back for sex on premises. I figured it was safer that way, anonymous. It was a whole new world inside waiting for me, guys openly kissing and rubbing each other's cocks through their jeans. I was getting harder and harder watching the action. I casually moved towards the back of the club trying to find where the rooms were. An arm snaked around my waist and his hand grabbed my rock hard cock. "New here?" I gulped and nodded. He steered me to the back of the club, his hand rubbing my cock from behind me as we walked. He pushed a door open and slapped my ass. "In you go." I went into the room to find a dimly lit area that reeked of sweat and cum. I turned to look at my new friend but he walked in front of me and grabbed my hand, dragging me into an unoccupied corner. "On your knees." I knelt down and came face to face with his crotch. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out what must have been 9 inches of meat and shoved it in my face. "I know you want it". My cock was leaking, my mouth was watering, and oh yeah I wanted it bad. I kissed the end of his hard cock lightly then parted my lips. I liked the velvety head of his shaft and swirled my tongue over his piss slit. "Yeah lick it slut." He was pushing all the right buttons. God I want it so bad. I parted my lips more then sucked his head gently into my mouth. I heard him inhale sharply as I sucked as hard as I could just on the head. I open my mouth as wide as I could and began to work my way down his cock, savouring every moment. I relaxed my jaw and throat as I had practiced, taking more and more of him in. "Fucking takes it cock sucker!" he yelled suddenly as he rammed the last inches into my throat. I gagged as he grabbed my head and fucked my mouth like it was any other hole. I tried to keep up with his pace, feeling his cock ram into my throat, my tongue tasting every inch of him as he grunted above me. My cock was rock hard and leaking madly. I grabbed his ass cheeks and helped him fuck my face over and over. I slurped and groaned and knew that I wanted this to go on and on. His cock pulsed in my mouth, his balls smacking my chin as his rhythm increased. I was nearly panting, my mouth stuffed with cock. I forgot where I was and just sucked and sucked. I felt his cock thicken and surge as his cum shot out creamy salty cum into my mouth. He pulled his cock out and spurted ropes of his cum on my face, splashing across my nose and mouth, dripping off my chin on to my shirt. I came. I was still kneeling on the floor, panting, watching him stuff his cock back into his jeans. "You loved that didn't you cum slut." I nodded. He smirked and pointed at my crotch. "I could tell the way you creamed your pants." I blushed and looked down. I knew at that point he had my number. "Look at me cum slut when I am talking to you". I looked back up at him. He grinned as he stepped back to reveal 3 of his mates rubbing their cocks through their jeans. "Your night isn't over yet." The Birth of a Slut I want to thank hot_awaas (Alison) for her inspiration in the development of this series. I hope this keeps her wet and ready for all. * I had been watching Alison for some time now, no not quite stalking. She lives in my neighborhood and she is a beautiful woman. I estimate she is about 30 years old has a great figure that is topped off with shoulder length dirty blonde hair. She is a teacher at the local high school and either single or divorced because she lives alone. I am a single male, a bit older and I see her every morning on my way to work. She is usually jogging when I pass her and we have started to wave at each other, though it is nothing more then being neighborly. I was down town last weekend and much to my surprise I caught a glimpse of Alison in a bar I frequent. Once I had seen her I was debating how to approach her when I saw her and three fairly large black men leaving the bar. I have always been a curious type so I followed them out the door making sure to stay back and unseen. I was further surprised to see that one of the men had his arm around Alison's waist and with his two companions steered them all down the alley next to the bar. Approaching the alley slowly and peeking in I saw that Alison was now kneeling on the ground with the three men standing around her. I heard one of the guys say something to Alison and she hung her head. Although I was not close enough to hear what had been said I saw Alison unbuttoning her blouse and sliding it down her shoulders where it puddled in the dirty alley. More words were said and slowly Alison reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra allowing that to join her blouse. Kneeling there topless her full tits exposed to the night air I instinctively pulled out my cell phone and started to take pictures. In a short while all the men had opened their pants and pulled their cocks out. In time Alison was made or allowed to suck each of the guys off. I know we all seem to think that black men have huge cocks but only the one guy's cock was really big the others were probably more average then anything. She was sucking them off one at a time and the big fat cock was last. All of the guys were fucking her face forcing their cocks all the way in and judging by her reactions they were reaching and penetrating her throat as she often gagged and spit out cock and saliva. It did not slow the guys who rammed back in not allowing her any rest. While this was going on the guys were all speaking and it sounded as though they were debasing her further calling her names and laughing at her as they pumped their hard cocks in and out of her mouth. The first guy came soon and pulled his cock out and shot his load on her tits and in her face. Giving her no rest the second guy pushed his hard cock into her mouth just as soon as the first guy stopped pumping hot white cum all over her. The jeering and laughing continued, as did Alison's gagging when the cock went into her throat. This guy lasted a bit longer and he to elected to cover her tits and face with his load. When the third guy stepped in front of her he grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her face up to look at him. Then he said something to her as he pulled her head forward to meet his cock as he rammed it into her mouth and down her throat. He held it in there for a long while as Alison struggled to breathe. When he finally pulled out she coughed and spat out a mouthful of saliva only to accept that big fat cock once again into her mouth. Each time he drove into her mouth he rammed it all the way filling her throat with his hard member. She frequently panicked over this but never refused him and always had her mouth open and ready when he tugged on her hair. When he came he pulled out but held onto her hair forcing her to come almost eye-to-eye with his pulsing tool. When he erupted his cum splashed into her with enough force to splatter and bounce off back onto his cock. But he still filled her face and hair with his seed. When he was finished he pushed his now softer cock in her mouth and had her clean off cum that had splattered back on him. I noticed that they were walking away from her out the back of the alley and Alison groped for her clothes and refastened her bra and blouse. She made no attempt to clean her tits or face before she stood and started to walk out of the alley. I ran back to the bar with my cell phone full of photos and found a quiet corner to review the images I had caught. I noticed that Alison had also returned to the bar to retrieve her purse and go back out again. How she calmly walked in with all that wet cum on her face and in her hair took guts. I had never taken such good photos and happy with my prize I too left the bar to go home. I spent the time driving home thinking about how I might be able to use these shots for my own good. I knew that the first thing I had to do was to download all of these to my home computer and perhaps even print out a set. I was so caught up in this project I didn't realize that it was very late before I went to bed, thankfully it was a Friday night and there was no work for me tomorrow. I woke Saturday morning with a plan and I was determined to implement it today. I grabbed the set of photos I had printed out and put them into an envelope, scrawling a note on the outside. Then I took the envelope in the car and went looking for my favorite jogger. I saw her a couple of blocks away and drove by her for a few blocks before turning and coming back to her. When I was a block away I parked and got out waiting for her to pass me on the sidewalk. As she approached I could see in her eyes that she recognized me and nodded a hello. I held the envelope out forcing her to grab it and said. "I'll be in touch!" Then I got back in my car and took off not allowing her to question me. I went home and sat at a window where I could see Alison as she returned from her morning jog. When she came into view I noticed right away that she was not jogging but walking, holding the envelope up and seemingly just staring at it. She wandered into her house and I smiled to myself. The photos were a surprise to her and by the way she was walking she looked concerned about them as well. I needed to be patient and wait for her to come to me. She knew enough about me to know where I lived and if my plan were to work, I needed her to make the next move. It wasn't as long a wait as I had anticipated. Alison was knocking on my door that evening, still holding the envelope. I opened the door and looked at her waiting for her to speak. The silence grew for a while, feeling like and eternity but probably only thirty seconds before she said. "I guess you were there last night. I know it looks pretty slutty of me but believe me when I tell you that I had no choice." "You mean you were raped? You were forced to perform oral sex on three men in an alley?" "No I wasn't raped. I was forced to do this because of something else I did a few weeks ago and got caught at." "So it seems you got caught again, Alison. So tell me what were you caught at the first time?" "I allowed myself to be seduced by and underage boy in one of my classes. Those men last night were his father and uncles. They said if I did this they would not tell the school and force me to lose my job." "So do you think that last night was all they would have you do? Don't you think that they might want more? You realize they still hold the proverbial sword over you right?" "No, they don't. I managed to tape the conversation in the bar prior to the event in the alley and this morning I called them to tell them that I would happily send copies to their wives if I had another demand from them. So I think I am off the hook there." "Smart of you to do that. Unfortunately I am not married and I do have the photos. Now that I know how much you treasure your job I hope you realize that I hold the power and you are in another delicate spot." "Shit, I figured that as soon as I saw the envelopes. I was hoping I could talk you into some arrangement or maybe just pay you some money, I really need my job, and I especially need my reputation if I am going to continue to teach here or anywhere else." "Well to start off my name is Erick, but you will always call me Sir. Is that understood?" "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes Sir, I understand completely. Do I have to suck your cock too?" "Alison you will come to hope that all you will be asked to do is suck my cock. Now go home. I will call you when I want you and you will respond. You will come when I say and you will do what I say or these nice photos will not only be sent to your school, but to your family as well as being posted on the internet. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes Sir, very." "Ok go home. I will not interfere with your work but you must be ready at all times so give me your cell number as well.' Alison gave Erick her cell number and Erick programmed his in her cell with the name Sir. He watched as she walked home, shoulders sagging and head down and he smiled as he began to think of all the games he wanted to play with his new toy. Erick decided to wait a few days and let the magnitude of the situation take root in Alison's mind. The following Friday evening, just a week after Alison's adventure with the three men I called her and told her to be at my door at 7. She said OK and wondered just how much of her I would have to 'break' to make her my complete toy. I knew I needed to take away all of her self respect early if I were to succeed. So when she knocked on my door a little before 7, I waited until the clock struck 7 before opening the door and ushering her in. "Alison when I say 7, I mean 7, not early and certainly not late. Do not make that mistake again." "Ok I will make sure I am on time in the future." I walked up to her and slapped her across her face. "You already forgot to show respect, am I going to have to educate you as well." "No, Sir, sorry Sir. I am just a bit nervous and unsure of what you will do with me." "I want you to know that I consider you to be my personal Slut and that you will do anything and everything I tell you or the photos get sent, am I clear?" "Yes, Sir. I am not sure I can do what you may want but I just can't have anyone see those photos. Will I get the photos at some time, Sir?" "I haven't decided yet, Slut. I guess it will depend on how well you perform and how interested I am in keeping you around. The longer you stay and the better you are the more likely I will eventually give you the photos." "Thank you Sir! I will do my best for you." "Well let's just see how obedient you are, Slut." I went and sat in my recliner and pointed to the center of the room. "Stand there, Slut." Alison moved to where I was pointing and stood awaiting my direction. Not bad but the difficult part was still to come. "Take off you slacks and panties, I want you naked from the waist down." Alison paused and seemed to be debating the order but I was not to be delayed. "Now Slut! You need to obey me blindly. You are not to think or reason, you are to do what I say without pause. Now do it!" Alison unbuttoned her slacks and slid them down her shapely legs before stepping out and lightly kicking the slacks to the side. She immediately did the same to her panties then stood facing me with her cunt on display for me. I allowed her to just stand there as I took in the clean shaved pussy puffing slightly from between her closed legs. "Spread your legs, Slut!" This time Alison readily accomplished the task and spread her legs. I told her to turn and bend over and she assumed that pose until I told her to turn back around. I liked the way her pussy had dampened during this time and knew that even though she was being blackmailed to perform for me, she was or her body was reacting to the situation. "I want you to masturbate for me Alison. Sit there on the floor with you legs spread and play with your cunt for me. Cum for me Slut." Alison slowly sat and spread her legs allowing her now moist pussy to open before my eyes. What a beautiful site. She closed her eyes and began to lightly touch herself. My cock was now rock hard but I needed to continue to break her spirit. "Slut, open your eyes and look at me while you masturbate." She slowly opened her eyes and tilted her head back up to look at me. As she continued to stroke her pussy I saw that her breathing had become a little more erratic and that her hand was moving a bit faster. She moved her free hand up to her chest and started to squeeze and rub her tits while her fingers split her cunt open. She was panting now, her hands moving frantically she was getting close. Her legs could not remain still and she was bending them at the knee and straightening them out again over and over as her fingers moved in fast circles around her hard clit. "Take those fingers and fuck yourself Alison. I want to see how many you can force in there Slut." Without hesitation she shoved two fingers into her hot wet pussy and pumped them in and our furiously. She had taken her other hand away from her tit and was using it to pinch and squeeze her engorged clit as she fucked herself with her fingers. She speared another finger into her cunt and I could hear that she was ready to cum any minute. When she pushed the fourth finger in and began to rotate her hand in her pussy while she pulled and twisted her clit she screamed and announced what was obvious that she was cuming. I allowed her to enjoy he orgasm as I stared at her now idle hand jammed in her drenched pussy, her other had was still idly strumming her clit and her breathing was slowing down to a normal level. I stood up and grabbed her slack, throwing them at her and told her. "OK Slut get you slacks back on and go home. I will let you know when I need you again. I am keeping your panties. In the future when you are ordered here, no more slacks. When you come to me, Slut you are to always have a skirt and blouse on. If you choose to wear hose then you are to wear stockings with a garter, no panties and no bra. Is that clear?" "Yes Sir." Her words came out slowly she was still affected by her orgasm and my early dismissal of her. She was confused that I did not fuck her or even touch her. I wanted her confused and I wanted her obedient. She put her slacks on and quietly walked out. I was already planning her next session for tomorrow and would let her know in the morning when to be ready. She was coming along nicely but there was more work to do to make her the slut I was looking for. The Birth of an Exhibitionist Naked? Naked! Sadie could not believe that her best friend's boyfriend had just walked right in on her in the shower. Naked! Surely the asshole must have heard the water running in the shower? And without even the shower curtain to shield her modesty. She had been caught in mid-stride: the shower curtain flung back fully, her hand reaching for the towel, but not quite there yet. To make it all worse, she had frozen. Just frozen. Unable to move. Unable to quickly jerk the towel from the rack and cover herself. Oh, no, he had gotten a full show. The fully Monty as the saying went. She supposed she should be thankful. At least it had not happened a few months ago. Before her diet. Before the gym and her personal trainer. She blushed at the thought of her much larger form being seen by him. By anyone. Her size had been the cross that Sadie had borne all her life. Until five months ago, when her grandmother had died and left her a small inheritance. It was not much really just a few thousand dollars. Not enough to pay for college or buy a house. Not even enough to replace her old car. Not unless she wanted to replace one clunker with another one. Instead Sadie had made a list of things she could do: buy a new laptop, go on a big drunk Spring break or just save it for a rainy day. Then it had dawned on her. She and her grandmother had never been close. The old bat was always harping n her about her weight. Not even her father's explanation about how her anorexic relative had once been a porker herself could explain the woman's obsession with her size. No, to her, this money was tainted. Blood money. A reminder of every family dinner. "Don't you think that is enough, dear? Perhaps more vegetables rather than a dessert? Have you gained a bit more since I last saw you? Have you tried this diet? That diet." Her grandmother never stopped. Until Sadie started to make excuses, find some way of avoiding her when she came to visit. She had not even managed to shed a single tear when the woman finally succumbed to cancer. No, Sadie knew exactly what to do with the old bat's money. So she had joined a diet club, the gym and hired a personal trainer. She had lost forty-five pounds and gone from an average size sixteen down to thinnish size ten. She begrudgingly had to admit that she had never felt better. She could carry her heavy back pack across campus more easily. She could walk up steep hills without huffing and puffing. She could even run...if she had to. And that did not even begin to account for the best benefit of all: the looks that she was beginning to get from guys. Guys that would have never given her the time of day before were now turning their heads to get second looks. That had given her new self-confidence, boasted her self-esteem and just plain old made her happy. Still she had not gotten up the nerve to have sex with anyone. The idea of revealing her body, even the newer, thinner version, was more than Sadie was ready for just yet. But now it had happened. A guy had seen her. Naked! Sadie was curious. Wanted to know what he thought. She still had curves; her hips were too wide to be truly fashionable. Her thighs still kissed just a bit. And her boobs were most definitely too big for many of the current styles. But she did have a thinner waistline and even her round bottom and legs were now firmer, less pitted with cellulite. Overall she was damned proud of the progress. But was it enough? To appeal to guys? Sadie wanted to ask, wanted to march right downstairs where she was sure that the jerk was making breakfast in the kitchen with her friend. Bacon, eggs, maybe even sausages. All the things that she had forsaken in favor of low fat yogurt and granola. Was it worth it? Maybe she did not have the nerve to come right out and ask but there was another way to find out. She reached into the back of her closet for the dream dress that she had bought as motivation all those months ago. She had not had the nerve to wear it. Yet. It was short. It barely reached mid-thigh. And cut tight across the bodice. It would hug every curve that she did have. And the décolletage was low, way lower than was respectable. She selected a pair of silk panties and matching pushup bra from the drawer. She stared open mouth into the mirror. The girl that looked back at her was pretty. Actually pretty. And Sadie felt her self-confidence raise just a bit. But the panties had to go, she thought as she noticed the clear lines in the mirror. She reached beneath the dress and slipped them off, tossing them on to the pile of dirty laundry in the corner. She stared at her reflection once more. "Now or never, girl," she said as she turned and left the room. She paused outside the kitchen and listened to her friend and boyfriend. They were laughing and joking, but Sadie had come in too late to know about what. For a moment a lifetime of insecurities and fat girl jokes ate at the back of her mind, nibbling away at this new her. She dropped her head and thought that perhaps if she were quiet, she could sneak through the kitchen and off to class without them hearing. Or maybe she should go back to her room and change into something else. Old jeans and a baggy sweatshirt like she used to wear, maybe? Then she looked at her cell phone and realized that she did not have time. She was sure that she could make it through one class of embarrassment, after all she had endured years of her grandmother's taunts, bullies at school and being the fat chick. "Hey, Sadie, do you want..." her roommate stopped in mid-sentence. A spatula with a fat succulent pancake hung limply from her hand. "Wow, Sadie! You look amazing." She noticed that her friend's boyfriend turned a deep red and tried to look away, but he kept peeking under his lowered lids. Was he remembering that he had seen her wearing a lot less? Had he told her roommate? Something told her that he had not. "Thanks," she mumbled as she too blushed remembering all that this man had seen. As curious as she had been, she was also embarrassed. Especially embarrassed. She wanted to run from the the room. Instead she forced a smile at her friend, ignoring the guy, "I have to get to class. I am late." Then she did run from the apartment or as close to running as the low heels that went with the dress would allow. As she crossed the busy campus, Sadie noted that the looks she had begun to receive were doubled, tripled even. She held her head a bit higher and some of that new confidence that had fled when she heard the laughter coming from the kitchen began to re-emerge. But it soared to the heavens when one of the football players that had ignored her the whole semester walked over and asked if the seat next to her was taken. She shyly shook her head no and they were soon engaged in almost normal conversation. Sadie was surprised at how intelligent and almost sweet the guy was. Until she noticed that he was staring open mouthed at her as she talked. She frowned and stopped in mid-sentence, "Is something wrong? Did I say something?" she asked shyly. The guy blushed and shook his head, "No, no. It was nothing. Nothing really," he stammered as the professor came in and the classroom quieted down. Sadie noticed that he kept sneaking looks her way when he thought she was not looking though. Even the professor seemed distracted, spending more time on her side of the room. Looking in her direction more than once. The whole thing was a bit puzzling. She was beginning to realize that she was more attractive than she had thought, but still that did not account for this level of interest. When she tried to stand, she blushed as she felt the stickiness of her bare bottom on the plastic seat. Oh my god, her dress had ridden up. She tugged it down quickly as she blushed, looking around. What must they have seen? How many others saw too? She wanted to die of embarrassment then. Until she saw the clear looks of appreciation upon a dozen or more male faces in the room. A sense of feminine power surged to life. And Sadie liked it. She liked men looking at her. In her next class, she made certain to adjust the dress as she sat down. It did not reveal as much as she had during the last one, but it sure hinted at it. She spent as much time watching her fellow students as she did listening to the lecture. And her self-esteem grew a bit more with each appreciative glance. By the end of that day, Sadie practically bounced across campus. She had made some decisions. It was definitely time for a new wardrobe. A new look. And part of that would be short skirts and thong underwear. Although not too many of them, why waste the money when she planned on repeating today's little experiment. Often. The Birth of Desire In the lonely hours of the morning she awaits His arrival. She waits with a longing that she cannot describe, but it comes from somewhere deep down inside where she keeps those feelings that she believes others would think should never be felt. Her anticipation grows as the time draws near for Him to come driving up the driveway as he returns home from work. She notices that her breathing has quickened and her heart rate has increased as well. Why this happens to her, is a mystery, (at least to those who would not understand), but it happens nonetheless. She recalls the first time she had ever met Him. They had spoken on the phone one evening and she had immediately felt a connection and was drawn to his strong sounding voice. They easily became friends and began to learn more and more about each other as time went on. He discovered, (with her help), that He was a very Dominant man. He learned from her what it meant to be a Dominant and how His dominance would fit together with her submissiveness. These thoughts play over in her mind as she waits for Him trying not to fidget with her only garment, well if you could call it a garment. It consisted of a tiny piece of leather that barely covered her crotch, and several lengths of chain to form the "torso" and the "brassier" for it. All of this was held together by other little scraps of leather designed to be used to adjust the fit. As her anxiety continued to grow, so did her arousal. She wasn't just a slut who couldn't get enough or anything, she was just a woman who was turned on by the fact that she had given herself totally and completely to this man. The very idea would seem ludicrous to most people but it was just as natural as breathing to her. She did have a fairly high sex drive but again her arousal was more than just sexual and even more difficult to express or explain. She was being rewarded today for something that she had done to please Him and because of this her excitement would most likely grow a hundred fold before the day was over. She tries hard not to look at the clock knowing that to do so would only make her crazy as she sat on the couch pretending to pay attention to the TV program that was blaring at her with some talk show host mundanely speaking about why it was shameful for the man on the hot seat to be cheating on his wife, while trying to sound sympathetic to the sad wife when in actuality he could care less as long as they helped his ratings go up. With her pulse pounding in her ears, she waits. With her mind wondering crazily around dancing over random thoughts, she waits. With her insides churning like the swirling smoke of a forest fire, she waits. She waits because He has told her to do so and she gleefully does His bidding without question for she does not want to fall under His displeasure. That would be a gut wrenching thing for her. To have Him upset with, or disappointed, in her is not something she enjoys at all. When that happens she feels that she has failed him and her guilt compounds itself in her soul until she is choked with it. She hears a vehicle grinding up the driveway and then it veers off towards the neighbor's house until she can hear it no longer. She suppresses an inward sigh as she realizes that it wasn't Him. Without looking, she knows that it is already past time for Him to be home from work and wonders if He is being purposely late just to make her feel this way or to test her patience and her emotional control. She puts that thought out of her mind as quickly as it entered because He wouldn't do that to her. Her trust and confidence in Him is pure and complete and because of this she knows that He would never test her on a day when she was receiving a reward from Him. She looks lovingly at the implements that He had asked her to gather and lay out for what would be part of her reward. The love she feels isn't for the tools themselves, but for the man who will be using them to give her what she needs. No, "need" isn't a strong enough word for what she feels. The word "craves" comes to her mind as her thoughts race back and forth inside of her head on a seemingly endless flight, round and round inside of her mind like a dog chasing its own tail. She takes a deep breath and suddenly realizes that she actually had the word "love" in her thoughts of Him. Even though she has never said that word to Him it is true. She does love Him. She can't vocalize how much she loves Him, but it is a great amount. She is unaware of the fact that He new long before she would even admit that she had ANY feelings for Him that she falling in love with Him. Risking a quick look at the clock, she becomes more nervous when she sees that it is twenty minutes past the time that He would normally be home. Now she begins to wonder if perhaps her first thoughts of Him testing her could be a reality. Just then she hears the rumblings of His truck pulling into His parking space next to her red SUV. The dogs are going crazy as they each try to get His attention in hopes that He might turn a word of acknowledgement their way. He swears that His dog Lakita, loves her more than she does Him. It is true that His dog does love her like she has never loved any other woman in His life, but she also knows that dog will always be His no matter how much He protests about it. Quietly she gets up off of the couch and moves to the center of the living room and gets down on her knees. Toes touching, eyes lowered, hands on thighs palms up. He has never asked this of her because He knows how much pain she endures each day. She just wants Him to see how much she really does love and respect Him by making this sacrifice that she knows He will appreciate more than most men would simply because He knows what it takes for her to get into this position. With her body shaking in a kind of nervous fear, arousal, anticipation, and longing, she sets herself and gets ready to speak the greeting that she has worked on so hard just for Him. The key turns in each of the door locks and then the front door opens. He steps through the entrance and closes the door behind Him pausing in mid stride to the coat tree when He notices her kneeling on the floor before Him. His slight intake of breath is the only thing she hears that lets her know that so far she has impressed Him. As He stands there towering above her, she begins her greeting. She speaks in a slightly nervous whisper at first, but her voice gains in strength and confidence as she spews out her words in the most precise and articulate fashion that she can muster. "Greetings my one." "i am presenting myself to You in this manner to show You the utmost respect and to give myself to You in the completeness of O/our joining of Heart, Mind, Body and Soul." "i will wear Your collar with pride, and i will do my best to make You proud of me, not only as Your woman, Your companion, or Your lover, but as Your submissive." "i give myself to You gladly and i put my trust in You to return to me Your love, trust, and guidance just as You give me Your Dominance." There, she said it. It wasn't what she felt was the most soul grabbing statement she had ever made to Him, (she was always overly critical of herself), but she sure hoped that He would be pleased with her words and accept the gift of her submission. She holds out her hands without looking at him and hands him the collar. She has secretly had some work done to it that she knows that he will be impressed with. For what seemed like forever in her mind she waits for his response. He is quiet for several moments after her speech hit his ears. His quietness is not from displeasure, no not at all, but from shear surprise. He has been struck speechless by the tiny figure before him. His heart has jumped into his throat and his soul has turned to Jell-O. His mind has just gone completely numb. However, these are things that he cannot let her know. Now, it his turn to have a tremor in his voice as he speaks to her. Now, it his turn to be all full of nerves and frightful that he might say the wrong thing. He has waited for this day in anticipation for many long months, and even though he has practiced what he would say to her in his mind hundreds of times, his mouth has gone dry and his throat has closed up with the weight and magnitude of what she has just given to him. He steals himself internally and speaks to her in firm, strong, yet loving tones. "you have given to me more than I could ever have asked. you have made me more proud that I could possibly express." He takes the collar from her and encircles her beautiful neck with it. "I have waited for this day for a long, long, time and as I place this collar around your neck, I am sealing the bond between us as more than just man and woman. We are now bound truly at O/our Hearts, Minds, Bodies, and souls." "I will give you my Dominance just as you have given me your submission." Taking a moment to swallow quietly he continues, "Hold you head high and walk beside me as we travel through this life together, as Mine, and yours." He bids her to rise and face him. "Stand little one and look at me." All of this may seem a little formal to those outside the D/s world, but in reality what has just transpired is in essence, a marriage ceremony. Vows were spoken, gifts were given and a ring was placed. The ring, called a collar, is placed around the neck of the submissive just as a wedding ring is placed around the ring finger of the left hand at a wedding. This collar is made of 14kt gold with a 14kt gold charm in the shape of a disk that has the D/s symbol hand engraved on the back. All the transactions of marriage were displayed but the bond is much deeper than your "normal" marriage. The bond in a "true" D/s relationship goes to the very core of their beings right down to the very nerve endings of their souls. So, as his finishes his promises to her, he pulls her in close to seal her in the protection of his arms.