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ANNE'S FANTASY: THE NAUGHTY SUB


	Ohhhh, I was being deliciously, deliberately naughty. My
master and I had gone to a business function. I wore a black
velvet dress that was not only quite short and tight, but the
view of the plunging v-backl was breathtaking, revealing my
beautiful, chiseled back all the way down to the top of my ass
... and then some. My heels were high and precarious, and
clearly I wore nothing in the way of undergarments. Around my
neck was a thin collar with rings in the center and back.

	Heads turned everywhere I went. I noticed my master s
colleagues appraising, admiring, perhaps even lusting. My master
couldn t take his eyes off of me from across the room as I
chatted with his co-workers, flirting a bit and watching grown
men blushing and stammering as I brushed against them.

	I grew much more confident during the evening, sitting
spread legged to provide my master with a clear view of my naked
pussy, dramatically licking my fingers after each nibble of an
appetizer, tongueing my wine glass with my fingers caressing the
stem. I recognized the aroused look in my master s eyes and
smiled.

	We crossed paths in the kitchen, and I fondled the bulge
in his pants, teasing him. You re being such a naughty girl,
warned my master. If you don t behave yourself, I m going to be
forced to discipline you later.

	Oh, don t be such a stuffed shirt, I responded breezily,
unzipping and slipping my fingers brazenly inside his pants and
stroking his hard cock with my fingers. I pressed myself against
him, kissed him, then sauntered back into the living room to
entertain yet another man hoping for a glimpse of my cleavage,
and, more importantly, leaving my master alone with a stiff cock
and a serious need for some mental arithmetic.

	Later that evening, I felt his hand on my elbow
propelling me out the door in a flurry of goodbyes to our hosts.
I felt my skin tingling with anticipation, mixed with a twinge
of nervousness and even a little dread. Had I gone too far? What
was in store for me?

	My master opened the car door for me and as I sat, slid
my dress over my ass in a quick, smooth movement, so that my
bare skin touched the cool car seat. I shivered but did not
protest. He took control of the driver s seat, adjusted the
mirror, and let me stew for a moment. The moment of reckoning
had come.

	Now, Anne, he says in a very casual tone. I warned you
earlier this evening that your behavior was terribly provocative
and very unsubmissive. I want you to know that I would be remiss
in my duties if I did not address these issues.

	I smile and say, well, perhaps I DID go a little too
far. It s just that I love seeing your cock get so hard.

	Well, that s a good thing, replies my master, but I m
afraid you crossed the line between serving my interests and
validating your own.

	Are you going to spank me? I ask coyly, knowing how much
my master enjoys seeing his handprints on my ass.

	Among other things, he replies mysteriously, and I
squirm in my seat until we arrive home.

	We enter the house, and the aftermath begins
immediately. My master orders me to strip, and I know it is to
restore the balance of power in his favor, just as he instructs
me to leave my thigh-high stockings and heels on, as well as my
collar. I feel more naked than naked, quite self conscious, as
he remains clothed and in control.

	Now, Anne, he says, walk around the room a bit. I want
to see that ass and pussy that you ve been displaying so proudly
this evening. I sashay around the room until he stops me and
commands me to masturbate right there, which I do seductively,
enjoying the way his eyes remain glued to me, his breathing
comes a little heavier.

	He stops me before I come, and by this time, I am quite
turned on. He orders me to the corner, with my hands flat on the
walls above me and my legs spread. After several minutes, it
becomes unbearable in my aroused state, knowing my master is
staring at my ass, watching my juices run down my leg, without
even a stinging ass to distract my attention.

	I hear sounds like a box opening and the clinking of
various items. Don t move, Anne, says my master. I m pulling out
my favorite toys, and I m trying to decide exactly what I m in
the mood for this evening. For several minutes, I hear the
swishing of whips, the crack of paddles, buckles buckling,
vibrators humming, all to torment me with the vast array of
options my masters holds in his favor.

	Come here, Anne, says my master, and I obediently walk
toward him, my breasts swaying. He pulls my ass over his lap
immediately, and I feel helpless and weak. He strokes my ass for
a long time, making me writhe, breathless with anticipation. My
face is hot, partly from the blood flow to my head in my
partially tilted position but also from blushing.

	The first spank is a hot, stinging slap to my ass. I
clench the muscles in my buttocks and gasp, feeling the rush of
heat and emotion surge through me. He slaps the other side
equally hard, then traces his cool fingertips over the stinging
redness as I moan. My ass is perched high in the air, such an
inviting target, and his hands touch me everywhere. My ass is
his to own, to toy with, to punish, and I can only dangle there
and await my fate.

	He spanks me soundly with his hand, mixing caresses with
his slaps. He talks to me while he is spanking me, making me
still hotter, commenting on how sexy my ass is, how it makes him
want to fuck me hard, how lovely the backs of my thighs look
bent over his lap. It s intimately comforting to lie in his lap,
feel his caresses and his hand spanking me, while he devotes his
complete attention to me.

	He pulls his left leg out from under me then, and I find
myself perched over his right knee. His hand is on the back of
my neck, gently pushing my head down to the floor and I feel his
stockinged foot lightly on my back, pinning me down, and his
hands cuff my wrists together behind my back snugly.

	The first smack of the paddle against my ass takes my
breath away. My heart is pounding, because he is serious now and
I am completely helpless and vulnerable. He paddles each side
sharply, alternating his swats all over my buttocks and upper
thighs, and the tears are running down my face as my ass
flinches after each hot, stinging, quick snap of the paddle.

	It s over quickly, though, and soon his cool hands are
caressing me. He lifts me up and sits me in his lap and kisses
me, a lovely, gentle kiss as he brushes the tears from my face.
His hands are stroking my back and my breasts, which are thrust
forward from my wrist bondage behind my back, and I moan.

	Are you going to be my good girl now? he asks quietly as
he nuzzles my neck, his fingers playing with my pussy lips. I
nod, panting, trying not to shriek as his thumb barely brushes
my clit in slow, maddening circles. He sucks on my earlobe as he
slips a finger inside my cunt and asks, is your pussy mine? Yes,
I gasp, my eyes closing as he twists inside my wet, tight pussy.

	I feel his middle finger pressing against my anus, and I
moan, pulling on my wrists in lovely frustration. Is your ass
mine? he asks quietly, as his teeth graze my neck with tiny
sharp nibbles. Yes, I pant, sitting in his lap with his hand
underneath me, my wrists cuffed behind my back. Yes, yes, yes,
oh, please fuck me, I beg wantonly, rocking against his hand.

	He smiles at me, amused by my lust. Do you want to be
fucked? he asks me, and I moan, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. How
shall I fuck you so that you know you are my possession, my
cunt? he asks. My hips are grinding and squirming as he slips
his fingers out of my swollen pussy and anus, and I cry out.

	He stands and places me on the bed on my knees. He hooks
his finger through the back ring of the collar, holding me, and
unhooks the wrist cuffs behind me. Quickly he refastens them
together, then to a short chain attached to the bedpost, forcing
me to lean forward on my bound hands, tethering me, while my
pink ass makes quite an inviting target perched high in the air
on my knees.

	I hear his clothing swishing as he disrobes quickly,
then the click of the leash as he attaches it to the back ring
of my collar. There is a hard tug on my collar as he positions
himself behind me, and I am pulled in two directions. I am
kneeling on my heels, bent forward with my outstretched arms
attached to the bedpost, but my collared neck is pulled up high
and taut by my master, who holds the leash wrapped tightly
around his hand.

	Who is your master? he asks me, stroking my hair.

	You are, I whisper, feeling so vulnerable as his hands
snake under my belly, reaching to tease my swaying breasts. His
fingers pinch my nipple sharply as he says in an even voice, who
is?

	You are, sir, I repeat, my heart pounding in my throat.

	Say it, he demands, twisting my nipple, and I quickly
blurt, you are my master. He releases his grip and caresses my
nipple gently, which sends shivers down my spine.

	I m going to fuck you, because I own you, he says. Tell
me I can fuck you in your cunt, in your ass, in your mouth,
anywhere I please.

	Yes, I say. Fuck me anywhere. I m yours.

	He seems pleased by this and loosens his grip on the
leash, but still holds my collar nevertheless. I feel his stiff
cock against my ass, and I brace myself for its sharp entrance
but he slips his hand between my thighs, parting and fondling my
pussy, then slipping inside my cunt.

	I feel his rock hard cock penetrating my sweet wet
pussy, and I sigh, feeling possessed by my master. I moan,
bumping my ass against his stomach, and he pulls on the leash
again, pulling me close to him. He fucks me slowly, grinding and
thrusting, keeping me under control the entire time.

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