She stood by the door looking at her watch. He was late. She
didn't like it when people were late but she was also excited.
She almost couldn't wait for him to open the door and when he
did she threw herself at him. Ian almost fell back down the stairs
as Missy landed on him, her lips pressing into his. At first he
was so surprised that he didn't know what to do and then he found
himself smothered in her kisses. He responded in turn and soon
both their tongues were dancing in each other's mouths. Ian wrapped
his arms around her and pulled her close to him. The feel of her
soft breasts pressed into him was too much, he had to touch them.
He brought his hand up and tried to get it around her breast.
"No!"
Missy slapped his hand away and Ian looked at her confused, "What?
I thought that is what you wanted?"
"What? I thought that is what YOU wanted?"
"What, you to hit me?"
"Or spank you or something. Isn't that what you are into?"
"No, not really. I just..."
"Then I'm wasting my time, get the fuck out!" Missy
pulled away from him and turned away.
"What!? You asked me to come over here.."
"Why are you still here? Get out! Get out now!"
She started to push Ian and shove him toward the door. Soon he
pulled away from her and tried to straighten himself up. He turned
and shouted, "OK! OK! I'm gone," and he walked out the
door. He looked confused and angry.
Missy smiled.
Ian turned back and she could tell he was about to say something,
"So what made you go all psycho?"
"When you know who is in charge here, then you can come back
in my house! Until then, go home little boy and find someone else
to play with."
Missy slammed the door and her heart literally slammed against
her chest. She felt like she was going to pass out or something!
She had never done anything like that in her life! But with the
craziness of it came the same thrill she had felt with the priest.
Missy had never done drugs, never really done anything to alter
her mind in any way, but now she felt as if she were on something.
And it felt good....very good.
None of what she just did was planned but she just felt it come
over her. If Ian wanted her that way, then he was going to play
by her rules. If any of "them" wanted her that
way, then they would all play by her rules. As she thought about
it, thought about the look on Ian's face, a shudder overtook her
entire body. She had to go masturbate! NOW!
The next day at school she was in class when Carl passed her
a note. She slipped it inside her notebook and waited until after
class to read it. The note was simple and badly written but it
very plainly asked her if she wanted to go out with him. Carl
kept following her around waiting for her to reply, Missy never
did. If he wanted her badly enough, then he would keep coming
after her, and she needed time to plan, time to figure out what
kind of game she wanted to play with Carl. The very thought of
what she could do, what boys would do, what this power had in
store for her, just the thought of it had her very wet. In fact
she didn't even realize what she was doing until she heard a kid
next to her snickering. Suddenly she noticed that her hand was
rubbing her crotch and she blushed and buried her head down in
her books. She could hear the kids around her whispering.
"Damn!" she thought, "Damn, I've got to get in
control!"
Carl didn't stop trying to go out with Missy but she knew she
could do better. But if she was going to start attracting guys
and learning to deal with them, she knew she had to play the part.
She decided she needed to go shopping. Missy had always rebelled
against the whole, "I'm a rich girl and so I should go shopping
all the time", thing but now it was different, or she told
herself it was different. Now she was on a mission and this mission
was going to require that she was properly outfitted for her new
adventures.
She knew little about clothes and had never even tried to buy
anything sexy before. The first few days she came to school wearing
simple tight fitting T-shirts and tight jeans. The boys started
to notice and many of them started to say things to her. Things
she wasn't sure if she liked. Soon it was obvious that she was
just coming across as a slut. What she wanted was power, not cheap
tart crap. Missy spent several days searching the Internet and
looking through books in the bookstore. It was on one of these
visits to the bookstore that Missy found something that would
change her life. It was a book, a book on "Vamps and Vixens".
She consumed each page, looking over the images of women in paintings,
in movies, in theater. These women had what she wanted, these
women had power!
At home she had spread out all the books on her bed and spent
the next few hours flipping through page after page of images
that made her head spin and her body warm. She had locked the
door and besides a couple of knocks from her brother, she wasn't
even sure that anyone was still at home.
Knock, Knock!
"Go away!"
"Missy? You in there?" The unmistakable high pitched
voice of Jeffrey came through the door. Missy's first reaction
was to tell Jeffrey to go away, but then she had an idea.
"Hold on." Missy called and she got off the bed and
unlocked the door. Jeffrey peaked in like he was afraid that there
was going to be something hiding on the other side of the door
to eat him. In a way he was right. Missy walked casually back
to the bed and sat down, after all the spider should make the
fly come to her.
"Close the door and lock it." Missy commanded.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Just close the fucking door and lock it!" Missy sneered
from between clenched teeth. Jeffrey closed the door, always eager
to please. Missy wished that Ian were here, wished that she had
a real challenge, but still she wanted to do something.
"OK, take off your clothes."
"What?! Not this again! Missy I'm gonna leave if..."
"Shut up you little faggot and take off your clothes before
I come over there and slap you!"
"Missy, you...you are scaring me."
"Good. Then maybe you'll start doing as I say." Missy
walked over and stood next to him and looked down at his skinny
little body. He really was a pitiful example of a boy, nothing
that any woman would ever really want, nothing that she even wanted.
But the more she was in control, the wetter she felt herself getting.
Of course she would never let Jeffrey know that. "Now strip!"
To her surprise Jeffrey started to strip and quickly he was totally
nude. She had expected him to at least protest with his underwear,
but he just took everything off as if he had been hoping that
she would do this. Missy's eyes widened.
"Did you want me to make you strip?! Is that why you came
over here?"
"Huh? What? I don't know what you are talking about."
"I think you did, I think you wanted me to make you get naked
and I think you want to show your little pecker to me. I think
I'm right!"
"Nuhuhhh." Jeffrey said pathetically. But Missy could
tell he was eager for her to begin. This made her angry and when
she looked down she could see he had already started to get an
erection! The little bastard! Missy looked around her room. There
were dirty clothes spilling out of the closet, makeup and books
and old figurines on the chest of drawers. Then she saw it, on
the bed side table was a cheap plastic ruler. Perfect!
But first she had to figure out a way to keep him from making
noise or worse trying to run away. Missy remembered the rope her
dad had bought to try to keep the cover over his new sailboat
out back. He didn't know how much to buy so he ended up with an
extra bundle of it and it was all sitting down in the garage.
Missy was so excited that she almost ran to the door and threw
it open risking everyone being able to see inside. Jeffrey looked
uncomfortable as she ran to the door but she turned and said,
"Hide in the closet and don't you dare put your clothes back
on!"
Minutes later Missy was back in the room and slamming the door
behind her. She threw open the closet door and found Jeffrey standing
there with both hands covering himself. He got one look at the
rope and said, "Uhhh..I think I changed my mind...ummm..I
think I need to go home."
"Shut up you little pussy and put out your hands!"
Jeffrey extended his hands and she brought them together and started
wrapping the rope around his wrists. She had absolutely no idea
how to do this, but she had seen plenty of movies and so she thought
that it couldn't be too hard. After she got what looked like a
good amount of the rope around his wrists she started tying knots
in it. Jeffrey looked like he was going to say something but Missy
shushed him with her eyes. When she had finished with his hands
she took the rope and brought it through the headboard on her
bed. She pulled hard until Jeffrey was almost laying down face
forward on her bed. He started to crawl up on the bed and she
slapped him hard on his little white ass.
"Now spread your legs out so I can tie them to the bed."
"Missy, I think this is weird."
"I didn't ask you what you think. You know this is fun and
if you would just shut up and let me do what I want, then you
might get something out of this!"
"I get to see you naked?"
"Better."
"What? Better?"
"Trust me, much better!"
Jeffrey was nearly trembling with excitement. He felt his dick
start to rise and press into the sheets. The more Missy moved
his legs and feet to tie them down to the bed posts, the more
his dick started to tingle and throb. He was pretty sure that
if she kept doing that, he was going to cum. Just when he was
sure he wasn't going to be able to hold it any longer, she stopped.
He opened his eyes and looked around the room. He couldn't find
her, but then he suddenly didn't really care!
"Oowwwwwww!" Jeffrey screamed!
"God damn it! Do you want to get us both busted!?"
"I can't help it! What they hell did you hit me for!?"
"Cause you are a really perverted little freak! I can't believe
you came over here just ready for me to tell you to take your
clothes off! Now here!" and Missy shoved a pillow in his
face, "If you are going to scream like a little baby, then
scream into this!"
"But you said that I was going to get something out of this?"
His voice was a pathetic little whimper, it actually sounded like
he was going to cry.
"You will, it's a game."
"A game?"
"Yes." Missy said, making this up as she went along.
"For every ten hits you can take, I'll take something off."
"Sort of like strip poker?"
"Uhhh..yeah, whatever Jeffrey. Anyway, that's all you have
to do. You have been a perverted little moron since I've known
you, you've wanted to see me naked for how many years now?"
Jeffrey shrugged his shoulders and started to answer but Missy
cut him off, "So now you have the chance to see me and all
you have to do is let me do what I've been waiting to do for all
these years. Whip your little pervert ass!" She stood in
front of him and Jeffrey turned to look at her. Missy wore little
to no makeup but her features were striking and she had the body
of a Goddess, she had the biggest tits of any girl he knew and
she had the nicest skin of any girl or woman he had ever known.
She was right, he would do just about anything to see her naked
and had tried just about everything his small little mind would
let him try. Now he was just minutes away from seeing those tits,
those amazing swells of flesh. Jeffrey knew he was going to cum
soon and then she started back again.
The little plastic ruler stung like a bee! The first three times
weren't too bad, but then he really had to bite down hard on the
pillow to be able to take the next three. After that he was crying
into the pillow and he prayed for her to stop. Finally she did.
"OK, that's ten. So off goes...." Missy watched Jeffrey's
eyes light up. His face was red and tears had made his cheeks
wet but still he was locked, waiting for her to take something
off. "Off goes my...watch."
She could see the look of utter disappointment on Jeffrey's face.
"Well, if that isn't good enough for you, then I'll stop
and untie you?"
"N..no. But how many more before you take your shirt off?"
"Guess you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"
She took the watch off and laid it on the table and then she picked
up the little ruler and bent over for another round. Something
in her wanted him to make it a little further so she lightened
up on the first four slaps. She just tested him, but still he
cried out into the pillow and made like she was using all the
strength she had. God what a little worm.
"OK, that's another ten. So I guess I have to take something
off...hmmmmm...what shall it be?"
She brought her foot up and stepped down hard on the bed, right
in front of Jeffrey's face. He sighed as he realized she was only
going to take the shoe off.
Jeffrey thought he was nearly going to pass out as she finally
took off the last sock. She threw it over his panting face and
he shook his head to get it off and it fell limp onto the bed.
His knees ached from the strange angle that he was having to hold
and his hands had long since gone numb. He wasn't sure if it was
worth it when she leaned down and whispered, "OK, nothing
left but my pants or my shirt. Either way, whatever I decide,
you are going to be happy. Aren't you?"
Jeffrey nodded and she stood up and looked at the damage she had
done. Jeffrey's little ass was bright red with small little welts
rising in the skin. She turned her head from side to side admiring
her work and decided that she didn't want to break the skin, that
wouldn't be good at all. So she started the first one off on his
thigh. Jeffrey screamed!
"Into the pillow! Damn! You want to get us caught?!"
"S..sorry."
Jeffrey had to bite down on the pillow, screaming and crying as
she brought the ruler down again and again on his inner thighs.
He could feel all the blood racing through his body and he was
crying like a little kid. Missy hit him again and again and soon
she realized that she hadn't been counting. Oh well, she hit him
one more time for good measure.
Now the moment had come for her to take something else off. She
couldn't decide which to do. She could take off her shirt and
let him see her in her bra first, she knew that was what he was
waiting for. But she could also be more of a tease and take off
her pants. Only thing is, the blouse she was wearing didn't hang
down low enough to cover her panties and she felt more odd about
letting him see her panties than she did her bra. So she walked
over and without a word, she slipped her top off.
Jeffrey felt his breath go out, he could hear it too, but he wasn't
aware of breathing, wasn't aware of anything except for the dark
skin and the tiny waist that accented the most perfect breasts
he had ever seen. He could see the dark nipples poking through
the sheer fabric and he wanted so badly to finally see them, to
finally know what they would look like as they fell free from
the constraints of that bra. He wondered if they would sag, would
they both be the same size? Jeffrey's whole body felt strange
and he felt as if he were floating there on the bed, and dreaming
but in this dream he was staring at breasts that would make any
man weak and make every woman jealous. Even in the slight imperfections,
there was still raw beauty. Jeffrey shook his sweat covered face
to bring himself back to reality and still he couldn't believe
he was here, that this was happening.
"OK Not much more. Are you ready?"
Jeffrey shook his head and Missy could feel herself getting wet
in anticipation of what was to come. She was ready to get nude
in front of him, she was ready to finally let a guy see her naked.
She knew she wasn't going to let him touch her, but she thought
to herself that she might just touch herself...in front of him.
She was really ready and she made the next ten whacks on his thighs
and ass really fast. Really hard. Jeffrey was crying like a little
girl and Missy found herself laughing.
"OK, now I'm going to show you part of what you've been waiting
for for the past 17 years Jeffrey. I'm going to take off my bra
and when I do, I want you to tell me what you think, I want you
to tell me what you think about when you look at my tits."
Jeffrey wasn't sure anymore if this was reality or a dream. His
body had long since stopped acting like it was his body, his mind
had long since stopped thinking rationally. But as Missy's hands
reached around behind her and unfastened the bra, Jeffrey felt
his dick start to rise. He was surprised, with all the pain and
strange feelings, he had forgotten that he was supposed to be
turned on. But now his dick stirred with all the same vigor that
it usually did when thinking about Missy. He was amazed at how
the bra barely seemed to drop when she unhooked it. His mother's
bra always seemed to drop a foot or two when she released the
clasp. This wasn't at all like hiding and watching his Mom undress,
this was different, much different.
Jeffrey watched as the bra dropped away and he barely felt the
bed holding him up as he got his first unobscured view of Missy's
breasts. They were everything he had hoped for. Her smooth brown
skin gave way to creamy almost white skin that marked where the
sun rarely hit. The swell of each breast was enough to make any
model cry and most would have if they could have only seen what
he was seeing now. Her nipples were little chocolate kisses resting
perfectly in the center of each delicious curve. He studied as
much of her breasts as he could, afraid that at any moment she
would take them away. He couldn't bear to loose sight of those
perfect breasts. His dick was literally throbbing now and then
the unthinkable happened, better than anything he would have dreamed
of, better than anything he could have ever hoped for. She walked
over and sat down right in front of him. Jeffrey felt his orgasm
release and wondered if Missy noticed. He felt the cum spill out
onto her sheets and he did everything in his power to not let
her know he was having the most amazing orgasm of his entire life.
He felt his dick throb and the sticky cum shot out in spurt after
spurt and it seemed like it would never end.
"So what do you think?"
Jeffrey didn't say anything at first. He was afraid that in speaking
he would somehow reveal that he was cumming all over her sheets.
Finally he felt the last spurt or two and his body shivered. He
was amazed that she wasn't yelling at him and he could feel cum
slowly leaking down of the tip of his dick and onto her bed. He
wondered just how much was down there and what she would do to
him when she saw it? Finally he got up enough courage to say,
"perfect".
"That's it? That's all you can say?"
"Wh..what do you want me to say?" Jeffrey knew his voice
was weak, almost a whisper but he was embarrassed and scared and
more than anything he just wanted Missy to be happy.
"I don't know? I mean what do you think? I mean you finally
get to see my boobs after like 17 years and all you can say is
perfect?"
But that was exactly what he was thinking. Nothing else, nothing
more. Just...perfect.
"So, now you ready for more or do you want to stop?"
"No...I mean...if you want to keep going...I think I want
you to."
Missy stood up and looked down at her breasts. She was happy,
very happy. Perfect. Her breasts were perfect! What a wonderful
thing for Jeffrey to have said! For a minute Missy almost felt
sorry for him, all tied up and shivering and everything. Well
maybe she would be nice and touch his little dick, she knew he
was probably about to bust. But if she was going to make his dreams
come true, he was damn well going to have to pay for it! So she
whacked him hard again and again and again. Each time harder than
the first. Jeffrey didn't make much noise anymore. She was starting
to worry about the way his butt was starting to look as well.
She thought maybe she would just go ahead and take it all off
and masturbate for him. She was about as horny as she had ever
been and with him all tied up and naked on her bed, she knew he
wouldn't be able to do anything to her. So she walked around with
the ruler still in her hand and stood next to the bed. Jeffrey
looked up with tears running down his cheeks and his eyes seemed
a bit unfocused.
"Ok Jeffrey, I'm gonna take it all off. Then I'm going to
give you a really big surprise, something you are going to love!"
Jeffrey didn't say a word, he just watched as best he could as
she started to do something he thought he would never see in his
entire life. Missy slowly unzipped her pants, slowly pulling the
tight fabric over her sheer new panties. Missy's dark curly pubic
hair was easily visible through the shiny green material. Then
Jeffrey's mouth fell wide open as she pulled the pants down around
her slender tight brown thighs. Right there! Right under the curly
black nest of pubic hair, Jeffrey could see a little dash of pink!
He started to breath heavy and felt his flaccid little member
rise back up to attention. Missy bent over and let the pants fall
all the way down to her feet. As she lifted each foot to get out
of her pants, he caught two quick and very clear glimpses of her
pink fleshy lips. Jeffrey wasn't sure he was breathing any more.
Missy watched Jeffrey as she hooked her fingers around the material
and slowly slid the new Victoria Secret panties down over her
ass and across her thighs. He looked like he was frozen and for
a minute she almost wanted to ask him if he was OK? But then she
thought better of it. She pulled the panties down and kicked them
to the side. Now totally nude in front of Jeffrey she could feel
the heat between her legs and she knew she was going to cum very
soon. It wouldn't take much to send her over the edge and her
mind raced around not about thoughts of Jeffrey but thoughts about
Paula, about Ian, about a room full of people bound to each other.
Arms and legs and cocks and pussies all enter twined and her hand
slid down over her pubic hair, fingers running through it delicately
and then she felt the slippery soft skin of her labia.
Jeffrey felt his dick throbbing and begging for some sort of attention.
The dried cum that had stuck to his dick pulled at his skin and
at his pubs that had now stuck to his shaft as well. Then he thought
for sure he would cum, he was actually disappointed that he didn't
cum, as Missy brought her fingers down through that dark hair
and straight onto her pussy. He had never seen a pussy this close
before, never seen a woman touch herself like this before. Everything
about it was amazing! The way the lips seemed to pucker out slightly
as her fingers parted them. The sticky juices that clung to her
lips and hung in little arcs across to her pubic hairs. But when
she dipped her finger down inside her pussy, Jeffrey knew he must
be dead and gone to heaven!
"Missy! My...Oh my..."
"What in tha crazyed hell is going on here?!"
"Holy sheeeat!" The last voice was her brother and she
felt rage as her brother ran back out in the hall screaming with
laughter.
"Get out! All of you get out!" Missy yelled. But her
father and mother just looked at her as if she were someone they
didn't know, as if a stranger had suddenly invaded their home.
Her father actually pushed her out of the way and ran to untie
Jeffrey.
"Wha..what are you doing! STOP!"
Her mother grabbed her and shook her and Missy grinned stupidly
as her mother yelled at her. Her mother's southern "blackness"
accent crept back in and Missy knew her mother was furious.
"I'm calling a doctor!"
"A doctor?! What?"
"Look at his hands!"
"Oh dear God!"
"Missy what the hell are you doing? What in the hell is going
on?"
"Boy, stop standing there laughin' like a damn fool! Go get
a fucking phone for me!"
"Oh my gawd! I never in a million..."
"For the love of Christ! Missy put some gawddamn clothes
on!"
This last part shook Missy back to reality and she picked her
clothes up slowly off the floor, walked into the bathroom and
closed the door behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror
and then back at the door. She could still hear them yelling and
then she heard her father running down the stairs. Then Missy
smiled into the mirror and the smile quickly turned into tears.
The tears turned into sobbing and she sat down on the floor in
her bathroom and cried. Then she looked up at the ceiling and
yelled, "Why can't I just get what I want?!"
On to Part 10: The big change