****** Vanessa's Vengeance by Cat ******
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Vanessa's Vengeance


I was so immersed in my book that I started when the doorbell rang. Looking
through the peephole, I saw my niece, Alissa, on the other side of the door.
Her face was streaked with tears, and she was obviously very distressed. I
hurriedly opened the door.

"Oh Auntie!" she sobbed, collapsing in my arms. I stroked her golden hair and
rocked her gently.

"Shh, sweetheart. Calm down and tell me what's wrong." She gasped for air
between sobs and tried to speak. "Take a deep breath, while I get you a glass
of water." I led her to the sofa and went to the kitchen. When I returned, she
had managed to stop crying, though her breathing was still ragged. I sat down
beside her and held her hand. "Now why don't you start from the beginning?"

"Professor Taylor asked me to come to his office after class today." Alissa
said, her petite body trembling. Professor Taylor was a fellow instructor at
Sherman University, where I taught literature. Eighteen-year-old Alissa was
taking one of his photography courses. I nodded and she continued. "I thought
it was about my project, but it wasn't." Tears sprang to her eyes, and I handed
her a tissue. "He- he asked me out." She said softly, wiping her eyes with the
tissue. Professor Taylor was about 35 and very attractive. He was tall and
lean, with thick dark hair and warm grey eyes.

I felt relieved that her problem was so minor. "Lots of girls would be happy to
go out with him, Alissa. He's very attractive." Then I frowned. "Still, the
school has a policy about teachers dating students. What did you say?" I asked.

"I told him I couldn't, because I was seeing Todd. Besides, Auntie, he's way
too old. Then he told me I should think again, and he grabbed a folder from his
desk. He opened it and handed me some pictures." She hesitated. "Pictures of me
Auntie, with no clothes on." I was puzzled.

"Where would Dan get naked pictures of you?" I wondered aloud.

"I, I'm not sure." She was quiet for a minute. "The only thing I can think of
is that he knows someone at the place where Todd had our pictures developed."
She blushed profusely. I shook my head, surprised she would do such a thing,
but I did not censure her. Alissa would be shocked if she knew some of the
things I was involved in.

"Then what happened?" I asked.

Alissa explained how Dan threatened to post some on the Internet and perhaps
try to sell them to amateur porn magazines if she refused him. Apparently, he
wanted to keep her captive on his boat during the upcoming school holiday,
using her as his sex slave for two weeks.

I wondered how many other students he had abused this way. "What did you tell
him Alissa?"

"I didn't know what to say, so I told him I'd think about it. He said if I told
anyone he'd publish the pictures and flunk me."

I shook my head in disgust. "This is what we're going to do. Tell him you'll go
with him." Her eyes widened in shock and she started to protest. "Let me
finish. Tell him to pick you up here and to bring the pictures. You do have the
negatives?" I asked, and she nodded. "Good. Let me know when he is coming and
leave everything to me."

"What are you going to do?" she wanted to know.

"Some things are better left unsaid. But I guarantee you won't have to sleep
with him if you don't want to. Will you be available during the next two
weeks?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I'll be around. Thanks Auntie." she said and hugged me tightly. "Call me
if you need me."

I smiled. "Don't worry, I will." I was 12 when my sister had Alissa. She had
always been my favorite niece, and I was very protective of her.

Two days later, Dan Taylor drove his BMW up my private driveway and rang the
doorbell. "Come in," I hollered from upstairs. I heard the door open and his
heavy footsteps on the hardwood floor.

"Alissa?" he called.

"I'm up here," I replied, trying hard to sound like Alissa. I entered the
bathroom that adjoined my bedroom and closed the door. He strode into the
bedroom and rapped on the bathroom door. "I'll be right out," I said. "Have a
seat." I heard him close the bedroom door, and I visualized his handsome face
smiling at the thought of what he imagined he'd soon be enjoying. I went
through the bathroom's other exit, through the guest room, and quietly locked
my bedroom door from the outside. I tiptoed back into the bathroom and locked
the connecting door as well.

I was ready. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as I stepped into the room.
Black leather hugged my curves; a whip dangled at my side, and I towered over
him in stiletto-heeled boots.

He stood and took a few steps backwards. "I, I'm sorry Vanessa. I thought this
was Alissa's room." I watched his eyes roam across my body, taking in my full
breasts, which strained against the leather bustier, and my firm butt in the
tight leather pants. "Then again, I'm not complaining." I was disgusted at the
way he leered at me.

"Get on your knees, you filthy bastard." I ordered.

He laughed, flashing his perfect white teeth. I took the bullwhip from my side.
It hissed as it cut through the air, striking him firmly between the legs. He
put his hands over his injured penis and fell to the floor, moaning.

"Are you crazy, you bitch?" His eyes were squeezed shut against the pain.

"You will call me Mistress. Not Vanessa and not bitch. Apologize." I could see
that he was still defiant, and I swung my arm back. This time it contacted his
back, and he swore.

"I'm sorry Mistress," he spat at me. He was so full of machismo; it was going
to be fun to tear him down. I squatted so that my eyes were level with his, and
I slapped him full across the face.

"Say it like you mean it," I said huskily. Instead of complying, he stood up
angrily and walked toward the door.

"I've had enough of these games. Where's Alissa?" he demanded.

"You mean my niece?" Surprise registered on his face. "She's not coming. And
you're not leaving." He tried futilely to open the door, then came over to me
and grabbed my wrist.

"Let me out of here now," he demanded. I laughed and brought my knee forcefully
up into his groin. The blow winded him, and he loosened his grip. I had been
taking kickboxing lessons, and I drove my fist into his abdomen. He grabbed his
stomach and fell to his knees. I stood behind him and pushed him face down on
the carpeting. Using steel handcuffs, I swiftly imprisoned his hands behind his
back. Then I rose and placed my booted foot on the side of his face, pinning
his head to the floor. If he moved, he risked being jabbed by my spiked heel.

"You listen to me," I said. "For the next two weeks, and longer if I choose,
you belong to me. You will eat what and when I tell you, and you will sleep
where and when I allow." I pushed my foot down harder. "I'll fuck you when and
IF I choose, and I'll punish you whenever it suits me." I could see sweat
beading his forehead. "Do I make myself clear?"

He moved his head slightly to indicate his agreement. "I've also hidden the
key, and if you hurt me, you will be stuck here for a very long time." I added.
"Now get on your knees, Pansy." He struggled to his knees. "Worship my boots
with your tongue," I commanded. Fear had crept into his eyes, and he bent over
to reluctantly lick my leather-covered toes. I held them up so he could clean
the soles. When he was finished I patted his head. "Very good," I said and
ordered him onto the bed.

I knelt down, tied his feet securely together with white ropes, and shoved him
back onto the bed. I removed a long, sharp Bowie knife from my bedside drawer
and ran the point down his cheek. "I just had it sharpened," I informed him. I
trailed it lightly down his cheek to the base of his throat. I could feel his
heart pounding against the palm of my hand. I slid the blade through the fabric
of his polo shirt, baring his chest. I sliced the sleeves in half, and the
shirt fell away in two pieces. Next I removed his shoes and belt and set them
aside. I tugged his jeans to his ankles and used the knife to cut the seam. I
finished by ripping them apart with my hands. His underwear consisted of a silk
pouch that barely covered his generously sized genitals. "Is that supposed to
impress the women?" I sneered as I tore the fabric. My hand carelessly brushed
across his penis and it stiffened. "You're a disgusting slut," I said and
slapped it. "Aren't you, Pansy?"

"Yes," he groaned. I locked a collar around his neck and chained him to my
headboard with a leash. I looked insolently at his naked body.

"Women are much more attractive, with their soft skin and luscious curves.
You're so hairy and sweaty and unsensual." I sneered. He looked at his body and
seemed appropriately embarrassed. "But don't worry, we can fix that." His look
changed from embarrassment to panic.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Mistress," I prompted.

"Mistress," he added.

"You'll see." I mused. "Well, I have some errands to run, but I'll be back." I
grabbed the key from its hiding place in the bathroom.

"You can't leave like this!" he exclaimed. I smiled and put my lips close to
his ear.

"I can do anything I want," I said, squeezing his testicles firmly. "But you're
right. There are a few things I should take care of first." I was well prepared
for Dan's captivity and had hidden an external catheter in my toy drawer. I
slipped the clear plastic sheath over his penis. "I don't want any accidents,"
I said, adjusting the receptacle. "And I suppose I should change."

His eyes feasted on me as I undressed in front of him. He lay there helplessly
as I squatted over his face and spread the cheeks of my full bottom. "I want to
be nice and clean before I go." His tongue gingerly touched my anus. "You can
do better than that," I said, and reached down to twist his nipples. I pinched
them between my fingernails and did not let go until I felt his wet tongue
lapping eagerly at my tunnel. "Tongue fuck it," I demanded, and he slid his
tongue into my ass, thrusting it slowly between my cheeks. "Mmm," I wiggled
against his probing mouth. "Deeper!" I demanded. I could feel his nose pressing
against me as he tried to shove his tongue in as far as it would reach. "Make
me nice and clean." His saliva dripped from my hole and he pulled his tongue
out to lick it up, vigorously lapping my puckered anus. His cock was fully
erect in its plastic prison, and I praised him. "Very good Pansy. You like
cleaning your mistress, don't you?"

"Yes Mistress," he answered humbly, trying to lick the drool from his chin. I
patted his head and dressed. On my way out the door, I paused by the bed, my
discarded panties in hand.

"Open your mouth," I instructed. He opened wide and I stuffed it with my silk
panties. "Just in case you decide to scream," I explained. He looked down
guiltily. I scooped up the tattered remnants of his clothing and left.

I returned four hours later with my friend Shawna, a cosmetologist. We entered
the bedroom just as Dan was emptying his bladder into the bag. He was unable to
stop, and his face flushed with shame. Still, he seemed relieved to see me.
"Shawna, this is Pansy," I introduced her. I pulled his cock out of the
catheter. "Would you like a drink?" I asked him, and he nodded, still gagged
with my dirty panties. "I'll be right back. Shawna, you can get started."

"Sure thing honey," she said. I left with the bag of urine and came back with
two glasses of iced tea. Dan looked at me suspiciously.

"Don't worry," I assured him. "It's just iced tea." Shawna was hard at work
spreading sticky melted bees wax on Dan and tearing the hair from his body with
linen strips. He was teary-eyed, and I removed the panties from his mouth.
Cradling his head, I offered him the cold tea and he drank thirstily.

"You'll be so pretty and smooth when Shawna's finished," I cooed. His chest,
abdomen, and armpits were now bare, the skin covered with tiny red dots. We
each did a leg, and he cried out as we ripped the strips off one by one. Shawna
used a razor on his genitals, and soon his front was soft and silky. We
lathered benzocaine cream on his raw flesh before rolling him onto his stomach.
He sighed, and the cool sheets seemed to soothe his flaming skin. Next we waxed
his backside. Fortunately for Dan, he was not extremely hairy and the procedure
went quickly. "One more thing," I said. Shawna took a needle from her cosmetic
bag and pierced Dan's ears, inserting little gold studs. She could have used an
earring gun, but it would have been much too painless. "Thank you Shawna," I
said and kissed her warmly.

"Any time darlin'. I'll just leave this here for you," she said, gesturing
toward her cosmetic bag. "You two have fun," she teased, patting Dan on his now
hairless scrotum.

"I'll see you tomorrow night," I said and showed her to the door. When I
returned, Dan was lying on his side. His body trembled and I realized that he
was crying. I wondered whether the girls he coerced sobbed like this after he
had his way with them. I disengaged his leash from my bed. "You'll sleep here
for the evening," and I indicated the floor beside my bed. I reattached the
leash to one of the bed legs and removed the handcuffs. He stretched his arms
and sighed. I brought his hands in front of him, tied them together with more
white rope, and connected them to his bound feet. He could roll from side to
side, but the shortness of his leash prevented him from standing and perhaps
trying to attack me as I slept.

The next morning was bright and sunny. I awoke before Dan, who slept soundly on
the carpeted floor. I showered and dressed, then stirred him by kicking his
bare butt with my foot. "Wake up Pansy." He opened his eyes and looked up at
me.

"Good morning, Mistress." He offered. I untied his hands and feet. I still
worried a little that he would try something, so I grabbed a long leather whip
before taking him downstairs. He followed quietly.

"It's time to take the doggie for a walk," I said. "Get on your knees." He
obeyed. My house was nestled in a private wooded area, and I was unconcerned
with being seen. I led him across the gravel driveway, and he grimaced as rocks
dug into his palms and knees. Then we were on the grass, still wet with morning
dew. "I suggest if you need to piss, you take advantage of this opportunity.
You may not have another for some time."

"Yes Mistress," he grumbled as I stopped before a tall oak tree. Taking his cue
from male dogs, he raised one leg and sprayed the tree. "I have to do something
else," he said sullenly. I took him into the woods and pointed out a spot for
him to do his business. He was uncomfortable having me watch as he grunted and
strained. He wiped himself with leaves and we returned to the yard. "Why are
you doing this to me?" he asked. "Why won't you let me go? You know, I could
take you right here if I wanted," he threatened.

I laughed. "I'd like to see you try." He stood up and lunged for me, but I
jerked the leash tightly. It activated the choker mechanism on the collar,
leaving him gasping for air. I dragged him to a tree, whose trunk was embedded
with steel hooks; I secured the leash on one. He tried to wrest free, but I
subdued him with my kickboxing skills. A coil of chain lay beside the tree, and
I wound it around his struggling form several times. Once he was immobile, I
padlocked it. "You were saying?" I stood back, and with whip in hand, lashed
him mercilessly, each blow imparting a red stripe on his skin. He cried out in
pain but could not escape my wrath.

"Please Mistress!" he screamed. "I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you say." I
brought the whip down hard on his shoulders and saw the welts immediately rise
to the surface. "This is what happens when you challenge me," I said. I could
tell he had never experienced anything like this, and he blubbered like a
child. I made contact with most of his exposed skin, and he sagged helplessly
against the chains. When I finally released him, he fell to the ground,
whimpering. I grabbed his leash.

"In the house," I commanded, dragging him after me. He crawled slowly, wincing
as his streaked shins scraped the ground. I left him collapsed on the sofa,
confident he was too sore to move. While he cried into its soft cushions, I
prepared breakfast. I placed a bowl of corned beef hash (it was the closest
thing I could find to dog food) on the floor next to my chair and led him to
it. "Eat," I instructed. He took hungry mouthfuls of the hash. I sat at the
table and munched my toast. When we finished, I brought him into the bathroom.
"You need to shower," I said. "Should you need to use the toilet, you will do
it like a woman -- sitting down," I clarified. He stepped into the shower and I
adjusted the water for him; not hot enough to be enjoyable, but not cool enough
to chill him. The water stung his lash marks, some of which were bleeding.

Afterwards, I handed him a pair of high-heeled shoes. "These should fit; put
them on." His feet slid easily into the red pumps. "Walk." He tottered
precariously around the room. "Walk gracefully," I instructed. "Smaller steps,
your arms loosely at your sides." It took him 30 minutes to master the art of
walking in them, though he still wobbled slightly. "You're working very hard,"
I said and slipped off my dress. I laid him back on the bed and rubbed my naked
body against his satiny skin. His cock hardened and pressed against me, but he
wisely lay there passively. I kissed him, my tongue pushing insistently between
his lips and curling around his own tongue. Then I kissed each welt, trailing
down his body to his very erect member. I knelt between his legs and licked his
baby smooth balls, snaking my way to the head of his throbbing cock. His hands
clenched the bedsheets as I engulfed him with my mouth, feeling him swell. I
sucked gently, my mouth sliding up and down his shaft and my hand accompanying
me. With my fingernails, I lightly scraped the underside of his balls. I
stretched my arm out and put my finger against his lips. He moaned and began to
suck it. Withdrawing my finger, I pushed it against his tight anus. I heard his
gasp as my finger forced its way inside. I fingered him roughly, wiggling my
finger against his prostate. His legs were trembling spasmodically and his
belly quivered. His penis pulsed against my tongue. As had been my intention, I
ceased my expert blow job before he could cum and left him unsatisfied,
yearning.

"Please Mistress, don't stop!" he pleaded, his cock still at attention. It was
easy for him to submit to me as long as he found it pleasurable. He still had
to learn that it was only my pleasure that should concern him. I found my
leather cuffs for his wrists and ankles and maneuvered him into a giant X on
the bed.

"Just like a man, always thinking with your cock. What would you do if you
didn't have one?" He looked at me in horror. I think he was afraid I would
sever it from his body. Instead, I reached into my drawer and took out a
leather tube. Tiny metal nubs circled the inside of the tube. I wrapped it
firmly around his erection and strapped it closed. Then I pulled his now
malleable penis back through his legs and tied it around his thigh. From the
front, it was invisible. "You really do look like a pansy," I said, "with your
hairless body, hidden cock, and those bright red pumps." His face colored. "Are
you my little slut?" I taunted.

"Yes Mistress," he said softly, afraid to meet my eyes.

"Yes what?" I demanded coldly, forcing him to say the words that dented his
masculine shield.

"I'm your pansy slut, Mistress," he replied, his voice quavering.

I moved to the head of the bed. "I want my slut to lick my pussy," I said,
placing a knee on either side of his head. He eagerly devoured me, sucking and
nibbling on my clit. I put my hands behind his head and gyrated on his face. I
filled him with my taste and scent and refused to let him breathe anything but
my feminine smell. His tongue danced inside of me, and I murmured, "Eat me
slut, show me how much you want to please me." He ran his tongue along my slit
and caressed the little pink button peeking out from the folds. After ten
minutes of licking and sucking, my clit throbbed and my pussy burned as I
climaxed in a thundering crescendo. White, sticky cum streamed from my vagina,
flooding my slut's open mouth. "Drink every drop," I ordered. When he finished,
I demanded that he thank me.

"Thank you Mistress." he said earnestly. "Thank you for feeding me your cum." I
rolled off of him and went to clean the stickiness from my thighs. When I came
back, his eyes were closed and he appeared to be asleep. I decided to let him
sleep and began preparing for the evening's events.

The day passed uneventfully. After Dan awoke, I tethered him naked to a tree
outside so that he might enjoy the fresh air and get some exercise. I gave him
a rake and lengthened his leash so that he could reach most of the leaf-covered
yard. While he raked, I prepared lunch. Mine was a delicious feast of linguine
and shrimp in spicy tomato sauce. I made him feed me, slapping him once when he
dribbled sauce on my white blouse. He ate macaroni and cheese from his bowl on
the floor. It was not as elegant as linguine and shrimp, but at least it was
homemade. He did not complain and only thanked me as a good slave should.

Following lunch, I brought him to my vanity table. I sat on his lap and plucked
his eyebrows one hair at a time into two fine arches. His fingernails were
hopeless, and instead of trying to file them, I glued silicone tips to the ends
and painted them a decadent scarlet. The more feminine I made him, the more
compliant he became. As I filed the fake tips to dainty ovals, I mentally made
a note to have Shawna teach him to give manicures -- for himself and for me. I
instructed him to keep still while the nail polish dried, but he accidentally
brushed one against his leg. I sat on the bed and turned him over my knee. I
smacked his round, hairless bottom with a leather-covered paddle, occasionally
caressing him and fondling his testicles. He seemed confused at the combination
of affection and punishment and I attempted to explain. "When it pleases me to
touch you, I will." When his cheeks were cherry-red, I repainted the damaged
nail.

During the remainder of the afternoon, I taught him to sit properly with his
legs crossed, to sip daintily from a champagne glass, and to shake hands
genteelly. He practiced speaking in a soft voice and laughing politely. It
would definitely take more time than we presently had for him to perfect his
performance. Still, he made a concerted effort and I was pleased.

As our hour to leave approached, I completed my preparations. First, I applied
his cosmetics: foundation, blush, eye shadow. I adhered fake eyelashes to his
sparse ones and outlined his lips in dark maroon pencil, coloring them the same
scarlet shade as his nails. A blonde wig hid his own short hair, and I piled it
into a sexy mass of curls atop his head. Changing his form into a feminine one
was the real challenge. During yesterday's absence, I visited a store that
specialized in clothes for transvestites. A sales clerk helped me select
appropriate sizes based on Dan's ruined clothing. Though it would not show
beneath his dress, I had him wear latex panties with molded vaginal lips. He
put these on over his restrained penis. The back of the panties was cut open
and held his ass high. A cincher gave him a waistline, and he grimaced as I
laced it tightly. "Now you know what women had to go through for so many
years," I said. I adhered flesh-colored silicone breasts to his own chest. They
had perky pink nipples, giving them a more realistic appearance than simply
stuffing a bra. Dan was turning into a very attractive woman. His high
cheekbones and delicate nose, coupled with his height, gave him an almost
model-like appearance. A black lace demi-bra covered his synthetic prostheses,
and he wore a matching pair of black lace panties, cut high on the sides. I
considered putting him in a garter and stockings but decided they would make
him feel too elegant and too haughty. Instead he wore beige nylons, which I had
to show him how to put on. The dress I selected was black spandex with long
sleeves and an open back that dipped to the top of his rump. The skirt was
loose enough to hide the ridges of his undergarments and came mid-thigh. I
replaced his gold studs with hoops and his collar with another that was
delicate enough to pass for a gold, chain-link necklace. I finished with a pair
of black stiletto-heeled pumps. "You look lovely, Pansy." And I stood him
before the mirror. He dropped his head in shame when he saw how easily he could
pass for a woman. "I love tall women," I said and tenderly licked his ear.

We drove my car to the get-together, a public gathering with some of my kinky
friends. In the vehicle, I lifted his dress so that the lace panties were
clearly visible and I caressed his pretend pussy. I wore my leather pants, a
leather halter that laced up the front, and thigh-high boots. My short brown
hair was slicked back. Of the two of us, I think he looked the most feminine.
We joined my friends in the back room of the alternative-style club. Everyone
wanted to meet my "girlfriend," and I introduced Pansy to several admiring men
and women. Discerning eyes knew he was not truly a woman, but others were
completely fooled until he spoke. I kept him close beside me on a leash.

After a few drinks and idle talk, my friend Janet invited us to her home, which
had a private dungeon. I watched Pansy as he observed all that was happening.
Some of the "women" were actually men, as he discovered when their mistresses
removed their clothing to whip them or crop them. He saw the evidence of
bruises on their skin and it disturbed him, but he also saw how they worshipped
their mistresses and served them devotedly. He looked at me sadly. "I could
never do that," he said. "I just can't."

"You might be surprised," I informed him. I started to elaborate, when Janet
walked over with Candy, her transsexual slave.

"How are you two doing?" she asked, addressing me and draping an arm around my
shoulders.

"Good," I answered. Pansy was appropriately silent. "Pansy is very new at this,
so he's a little nervous," I explained.

"Well I came over because Candy here is a little sweet on Pansy, especially
that cute little bubble butt." she said, patting Dan's/Pansy's ass.

"Pansy, give Candy a kiss." I said. Candy wore a leather bustier, highlighting
her voluptuous breast implants. Though she had very feminine features, she was
nude from the waist down and it was obvious that some parts of Candy's anatomy
were not feminine. My slave balked and backed away. I whispered in his ear. "If
you refuse, Janet will be offended and I will punish you severely." He
hesitated and reluctantly placed his lips against Candy's. Candy moved his hand
to her breast, and he tentatively caressed it. Despite his reluctance, he
seemed to enjoy the kiss and when Candy deepened it, he did not protest. This
aroused Janet and me, and we started kissing. Then she stepped behind Candy and
unhooked her bustier, baring those full breasts with their hard pink nipples.
"Suck her tits," I ordered my slave. Dan/Pansy was completely humiliated at the
thought of doing so but was more afraid of being punished. He bent his head
down and started to suck them, while Candy moaned. I whispered something to
Janet, and we took the two slaves to a private room.

Candy was a very obedient slave and eagerly obeyed her mistress. Pansy
undressed, but it took a crack of the whip to make him lie on the bed. Janet
and I tied him down. "Isn't Candy pretty?" I asked my slave. He had to admit
that despite being biologically male, she was a very attractive woman. I
stripped off his panties and released his penis, which was still strapped
between his legs. He struggled futilely to escape as Candy, under Janet's
orders, knelt between his legs and took the organ into her mouth. Soon his
struggles turned to gasps of unwilling pleasure as she hungrily sucked his
cock. Candy knew better than to allow him an orgasm. Instead, she leaned
forward and put her breasts in his face for him to suckle. As he sucked them
greedily, she rubbed her own small penis against his larger one, and I saw him
arch his hips against her instinctively. Janet lubricated Candy's anus, and
Pansy groaned as she slid easily onto his rock-hard pole. I freed one of his
hands, convinced he was too caught up in the pleasure to fight me, and placed
it on Candy's genitals. The little penis swelled and Candy grunted. I informed
Candy that Pansy was not allowed to orgasm, so she halted her bouncing
movements and slowly removed herself from his cock. He looked at me, with his
pretty made-up face and pleaded with his eyes for release. Janet informed me
the whole thing had made her very hot, and she took Candy off to play. I looked
at my slave, tied helplessly to the bed. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked. He shook
his head adamantly.

"My body did, but my mind thought it was disgusting," he replied.

"I enjoyed watching," I said, "and that's all that should matter."

"I'm glad you liked it Mistress," he said respectfully. I untied him then,
helped him dress, and took him home. Over the next several days, I was forced
to discipline him often. He was petulant, disobedient, and disrespectful.

Every morning I brought him to the brink of orgasm and stopped before he could
ejaculate. One morning I found him in the shower stroking himself, trying
desperately to obtain the release that I denied him. He was horrified when I
pulled back the shower curtain and discovered his crime.

"If I forbid you to cum, you are not to cum." I grabbed him tightly by the
penis and led him from the bathroom. I bound his genitals with thin rope,
harnessing his balls and winding the rope around his swollen cock. I tied the
other end of the rope to his foot, pointing his penis to the floor. Then I took
a crop and smacked his erection several times.

"Please Mistress. It hurts!" he protested.

"What's the matter?" I goaded him. "Can't you take it like a man? Or are you my
little sissy boy?" I struck him again with the crop, and he flinched.

"I'm a sissy boy," he whispered, ashamed. "Please don't hurt me Mistress. I-
I'm sorry." He shrieked as I struck him again.

"I've heard those words before," I retorted. "You're like a naughty school boy
who doesn't learn his lessons. And I'm you're headmistress. Grab your ankles."
He bent over and grabbed his ankles. I struck his bare ass several times with a
bamboo cane. Unable to bear it, he tried to cover himself with his hands, which
required me to put him in thigh-to-wrist restraints. I buckled the leather
securely around his thighs and enclosed his wrists in the cuffs. Unobstructed,
I caned a nice pattern of crisscrosses on his ass and the tops of his thighs.
The bruises appeared instantaneously, and blood welled to the surface of his
skin. He pleaded and sobbed before fainting from the pain. I was surprised as
he toppled forward onto the floor. While he laid there unconscious, I untied
his privates and harnessed them with a chastity belt, to prevent him from
masturbating without my permission.

The heavy duty caning session made a strong impression on Dan, and at the end
of two weeks, I felt he was well trained. It was time to call Alissa. "Darling,
could you come over tonight? I have a surprise for you." She was curious but I
refused to answer her questions on the phone. When she rang the doorbell at 7:
00 p.m., I greeted her dressed in one of my leather catsuits.

"Auntie!" she said in astonishment. I handed her a package. "For you." Inside
were the nude photographs of her (which aroused me despite myself) and an
outfit. She took out the photographs. "How did you?" I shook my head and
refused to comment. Next she removed the outfit and gasped. It was a strapless,
patent leather mini-dress, completely accessorized with fishnet stockings and
garters. I also gave her a pair of patent leather boots with 5" heels.

"Now," I said, "Please put these on." I nudged her toward the bathroom. To my
surprise, she removed her clothes on the spot and slipped the dress on. I tried
to hide my admiration of her body; after all, she was my niece. "Now I have
something to show you," I said and took her upstairs. "This may be a little
shocking, but I hope you enjoy it." I unlocked the door to reveal Dan, nude and
chained upright in the corner.

"Professor Taylor!" she exclaimed. "Oh my god!" She could hardly believe her
eyes. Still she recovered quickly. "Auntie, you're wonderful!" she said and
stood on tiptoe to kiss me on the lips. It was my turn to be surprised as her
tongue delved into my mouth. Guiltily, but unable to control myself, I kissed
her back, my mouth sliding hotly over hers. Then I pulled back.

"Oh Alissa!" I said. "What are you doing to me?" My breathing was labored and
my heart pounded wildly.

She did not answer but instead kissed me again, passionately. My hands found my
way down her hips and I pushed her close to me, our pelvises moving against
each other. I faced Dan, who watched us helplessly.

I brought Alissa before him and unzipped the front of her dress. I slid my
hands beneath her firm, braless breasts and caressed the dark nipples into two
points. "She is lovely, isn't she?" I teased him. Alissa leaned back against me
and sighed as I toyed with her, reaching down to stroke herself beneath the
dress.

"Yes Mistress," Dan said obediently, head bowed. Alissa looked at me with an
evil glint in her eyes. She walked over to him and rubbed her bare breasts on
his smooth chest. His erect cock pushed against her and she slapped him twice
in the face.

"How dare you look at me with lust, you disgusting pig!" He recoiled from her
anger and shamefully apologized.

"I'm sorry Mistress Alissa. It's just that you're so beautiful and I'm a stupid
pansy, unable to control my animal urges." His feelings seemed genuine and she
softened, but only slightly. Then she noticed the bruises and welts that
discolored his body.

"Auntie! What have you been doing with him?" she asked, running her hands over
each mark.

"My Mistress did nothing I didn't deserve," Dan offered. "I was a disobedient
slut. I had to be punished." He had completely changed from the Dan of two
weeks ago. I hoped his new respect for women would be long lasting.

"He's all yours Alissa," I said and started to leave the room.

"No, wait!" she exclaimed and blushed. "I really want you to stay." She came
over and put her arms around me, the tips of her breasts pressing against my
own. "Please?" she coaxed. I ran my fingers through her long, soft hair.

"Of course I'll stay with you." I tilted her chin up and kissed her warmly,
licking her lips and sucking her pink tongue as she thrust it at me. Her crotch
was bare beneath the dress and she rubbed herself against my leg, leaving a wet
streak on the leather. I unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She
stood naked, except for her boots and stockings. She was unashamed of her
nudity and stroked her breasts against mine.

"Wait!" she said and unchained Dan from the corner. "I want him here." She made
him sit on the bed and leashed him to the headboard. Then she started to
undress me, sliding the leather suit down my body. My breasts were fuller than
hers, with large red nipples, and she sucked them eagerly. "I've never been
with a girl before," she said. "And I always thought you were so hot. I used to
watch you dress and then go masturbate." I scooped her up and laid her on the
bed next to Dan.

"See if you can learn something Pansy. I'm going to show you how it doesn't
take a cock to satisfy a woman." And I licked Alissa tenderly on the neck,
sliding my tongue down her shoulders, across her breasts, into her navel, and
licking her thighs gently. She opened her legs and I slid my tongue between
them, parting her narrow slit and stroking her clit with my tongue. She tugged
her nipples softly. Then she pulled Dan's head down to her breast.

"Eat my nipple," she instructed, and he was happy to comply. I slid my fingers
one at a time into her wet box and pumped three of them in and out. She bounced
her tight butt up and down on the bed as I licked her furiously. "Oh Auntie,"
she cried. I think the semi-incestuous aspect of our relationship excited her.
"Lick me, eat me! Make me cum!" When I moved one finger into her ass, she
groaned and I felt her tighten around my finger. She came then, her fingers
grasping Dan's hair and her teeth sinking into his shoulder. "That was so
good," she murmured. "Now it's your turn," she said to Dan. He had not been
allowed to come for the entire two weeks and looked pleased. His rod was
already stiff. "Get on your hands and knees," she said. He looked confused but
willingly did as she commanded.

She whispered something in my ear, and I pointed to the bedside table. First
she removed a pair of nipple clamps that looked like little alligator clips.
She pinched them open and put their sharp teeth on Dan's nipples. "Ahh!" he
exclaimed. She fastened one of my thick strap-ons around her waist. I had never
used this on Dan and he was in for a big surprise...about eight inches big.

I unchained him so that I could sit at the top of the bed and have him lick my
pussy. "Service me," I said. He spread my thick cunt lips and started to lap at
my hole. Suddenly he stopped and his whole body tensed. "I didn't say you could
stop," I tugged the chain between his nipples and he continued slurping my
creamy juice, emitting muffled groans. Alissa was plugging him with the strap-
on, riding him like a bronco.

"Is this what you wanted to do to me, you cunt?" she demanded and slammed it
deep inside him. He whimpered, and his yes was subdued, because of the pain and
the fact that his face was still buried between my thighs. I stretched out my
leg to manipulate his cock with my foot. It was like steel. I felt myself
starting to cum, and I screamed softly. "Oh my slut!" I sighed, stroking his
thick hair. Alissa stopped fucking him and slapped his ass several times.

"On your back!" she ordered. He rolled onto his back, and she plopped firmly
down on his rigid cock, a gush of cream sliding down his pole. She moved
frantically up and down. "Harder!" she demanded and yanked his nipple chain. He
grasped her hips and pounded into her. I straddled his face and instructed him
to ream my anus with his tongue. As he labored at my chute, Alissa and I kissed
deeply, our mouths hungrily consuming each other. I pulled her nipples with my
fingers and twisted them gently, as she rocked back and forth on Dan's meaty
cock. She threw her head back and screamed as waves of pleasure crashed over
her. Dan tried to speak and I moved closer to hear him.

"Please Mistress, may I come? Oh please?" he begged. I was amazed that he had
held back for so long and was proud of my skill in training him.

"Yes you may," Alissa and I said simultaneously and smiled at each other. With
the loudest and longest groan we had ever heard, Dan released his load,
shooting deep into Alissa's drenched gash.

"Thank you Mistresses." As Alissa slid off of him, he crawled over and kissed
my feet and hers. "Thank you for letting me come. I'm so unworthy."

"Clean this mess up," Alissa commanded and positioned herself over Dan's face.
He licked his semen, mingled with her cream, from her vagina. His cock sprang
to life, and I decided to take my turn riding the slut. My muscles gripped him
tightly, thanks to 100 Kegels every day. He moaned uncontrollably against
Alissa's fur as I milked him. I reached in front of me and slid a finger into
Alissa's pretty ass. "Oh Auntie!" she squealed. I put another finger inside her
pussy and felt Dan's tongue licking my finger and her cunt. I leaned forward so
that my nipples brushed against her back as I jiggled up and down on Dan's
erection. This position allowed my clit to mash against his pubic bone and I
felt it throbbing in the start of a massive orgasm. Alissa's horny bush was
slippery on my fingers and she was frenetically rubbing herself against Dan's
mouth. She grabbed my hand and brought it to her face, and I gasped as she
licked my fingers clean. "Play with my ass," she pleaded, and I willingly
complied, shoving two fingers into her unyielding hole.

Dan started to thrust into me, the tip of his penis pushing against my cervix.
"I'm sorry Mistress," he cried as he ejaculated. But Alissa and I were to hot
to stop. I laid down on the bed and she crawled on top of me. We rocked against
each other, our pelvises grinding together. My clit mashed hers, and we licked
and kissed each other incessantly. We climaxed together, her sweet sticky
fluids mixing with my own.

Tired and spent, Alissa and I sighed. "I think he should get an A, Auntie."
Alissa giggled. I smiled at her.

"You're such a minx," I said. Then I addressed Dan. "The two weeks are up
Pansy. I guess you can go home." He looked at me, hurt and bewilderment in his
eyes.

"I worked so hard to please you. Don't you want me?" He started to cry. "I've
tried to do everything you wanted. Please don't make me go. Is it because I
came too soon last time?" I stroked his hair and looked at Alissa. She nodded
in silent understanding.

"I'm turning you over to Alissa." I said. "She'll live with you in your home
and be your mistress. I expect you to obey her implicitly." He smiled and
kissed my hands.

"Yes Mistress, I will. I can never thank you enough for showing me how to be a
good slave." He rambled on but Alissa interrupted.

"Can we stop all this yakking and go to sleep? I'm all worn out." I cradled her
in my arms, and we made Dan turn out the lights. He took his proper place on
the floor, his head resting on my boots. We used him many more times during the
night, and I was reluctant to see the two of them leave. But I knew that I
would see them soon. Dan's BMW was still parked in my garage.

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