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Subject: {ASSM} Educating Susie Parts 1-6 -- Full Story (MF, MMF, reluc, humil)
Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2001 11:10:03 -0400
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This is an original work of fiction. It contains 
scenes of explicit sex, humiliation, and 
dominance, and if you are under the age at which 
you are legally allowed to view such material, 
or these themes, or coarse language, offend you, 
you should stop reading now.

The story is (c) 2001, Frantic and the author's 
permission should be before reproducing this 
work anywhere but ASSTR. NO permission will be 
given to anyone who wishes to reproduce it on a 
for-profit website, and doing so is specifically 
and explicitly forbidden.

I love feedback, so PLEASE email me with any 
comments.

EDUCATING SUSIE -- (c) 2001, Frantic

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Part One 
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She didn't know why she was standing in this 
smoky, noisy, crowded bar with men's eyes on her 
breasts and their hands on her backside as she 
passed. 

She didn't know why she was wearing these 
clothes, skirt too short, top too tight and cut 
too low, shoes she could barely stand on, let 
alone walk in. 

She didn't know why, except that he had told her 
to. 

Told her what to wear, where to be, even what to 
drink, for God's sake, and she grimaced at the 
concoction in her hand.  How amusing it must 
have been for him to imagine her asking for it - 
"What would you like Sweetheart?" 

"A large Stiff Dick" 

"There you go, Sugar, a large Stiff Dick for you 
to get your mouth around." 

Oh yes, hilarious. As were the predictable 
comments from the exclusively male clientele in 
the bar. "Oh, babe.. you can wrap your mouth 
around my stiff dick any time!" 

The nightmare had started yesterday morning, 
when he'd come up to her in the street, and said 
"I'll pick you up at eight tomorrow. We'll spend 
the long weekend at the lake."  

She had looked at him, incredulous.  "What the 
hell are you talking about, asshole?  I'm not 
spending the weekend with you." 

He'd smiled nastily, and held out his hand, 
clenched around something.  "Oh, I think you 
will, Susie." He opened his hand and lying on 
his palm was a pair of diamond earrings.  Her 
mother's diamond earrings, which she had 
borrowed without permission, and lost. 

Her mother had been furious when she had found 
them missing, and had called in the police.  
She'd fired the maid too, and the insurance 
payout had come through last month. Susie could 
only imagine her mother's reaction if the truth 
came out, and as for her father... she 
shuddered. Nothing physical - just hours and 
hours and weeks of "discussions". 

"Now," he'd said, "I could take these to your 
mother, and explain that I saw you drop them the 
night of Danny's party, when you were so drunk 
you couldn't even put them in your bag safely. 
I'm sure she'd be glad to have them back.... Or 
..." 

"Or?" 

"You could be a good girl, and come with me to 
the lake.  If you do as you're told while we're 
there, I'll give them back to you when we get 
home, and you can decide what to do with them.  
A fair exchange - four days of your time, and 
your obedience, in exchange for four thousand 
dollar's worth of jewellery." 

She'd looked at him again.  Tall, thin, geeky, 
the boy who'd lived next door to her for the 
last eight years.  He'd asked her out before, 
but she'd turned him down, harshly, scornfully.  
Pretty prom queens don't go out with geeks, 
after all. 

"So," he'd asked, "do we have a deal?" 

She had nodded.  If her mother found out, her 
life would be a living hell. After all, she had 
thought, what was the worst that could happen?  
She'd have to spend four short days opening her 
legs for geeky Robert.  At least none of her 
friends would be around to see her, and she 
could close her eyes and imagine it was someone 
she really liked; and it wasn't as if he was 
repulsive, he was just... nothing, really. 

He'd smiled. "Then I'll pick you up at eight, 
like I said.  Wear something pretty, and don't 
bother to pack.  I'll bring what you need. And 
remember, while we're there, you do as you're 
told." 

This morning, at eight, she was beside him in 
his car, driving up here. When they'd got to the 
cabin, he had opened up a suitcase and tossed 
her some clothes. 

"Put those on," he had said,  "and meet me at 
the Woodsman Bar next door at twelve." 

And so, she found herself here, dressed like a 
cheap slut, surrounded by men who had come to 
spend the weekend hunting or fishing, or 
whatever, ordering a drink designed to humiliate 
her. 

"Very good." His voice beside her. So, she 
thought, he hadn't had to imagine, he'd been 
watching. "Now," and he gave her a ten dollar 
note, "why don't you go and get yourself another 
one of those, " he nodded at her glass, "oh, and 
something for me too".  

When he told her what he wanted she looked at 
him in horror.  "You can't expect me to ask for 
that!" 

"But I can, and I do. The deal was that you 
would do what I told you." 

She teetered to the bar. Grinning, the barman 
asked "Ready for another already? You must have 
quite and appetite."  She murmured the order. 
The barman's grin widened even further.  

"Hush gents, I want to be sure I've got this 
lady's requirements right.  "A stiff dick, a 
large one, and three fingers? That's what you 
want Babe?" he repeated the order loudly, and an 
awed hush fell over the bar.

Blushing to the roots of her hair she stuttered 
"Yes, please" into the silence. 

He pushed the drinks across, and said "And she 
asks nicely too. The perfect woman. One large 
stiff dick and three fingers, all for you.  Get 
those inside you Babe, enjoy them.  And let me 
watch, okay?" 

The men erupted in laughter as she made her way 
back to the table had sat at, her face flaming.  
She put the drinks on the table, and moved to 
sit in one of the chairs, but Robert shook his 
head sharply, and patted his lap. 

"Sit here, and put your arm across my 
shoulders." 

Reluctantly, she sat, at ninety degrees to him, 
so her head was really close to his. 

"Like this?" she asked, hesitant. 

"Just like that, Susie. That's very good."  

He passed her the glass with her drink in, and 
then got his own. "Drink up" he said, "quickly." 
 He sipped at his drink as she tossed the sweet 
fiery liquid down her throat,  then took the 
glass from her fingers and put it down. "Now, 
kiss me.  And make it eager." 

She wanted to rebel, but the thought of what her 
parents would do and say to her if he showed 
them the earrings prevented her.  Leaning in 
towards him she lifted her free hand to his 
cheek and placed a kiss on his mouth.  His lips 
opened under hers, and she knew what he wanted.  
She tasted whisky on him as she slid her tongue 
into his mouth, and his tangled with it.  It 
wasn't an unpleasant taste, all things 
considered. 

She felt his left hand rise to the back of her 
head, holding her into the kiss, and then, to 
her horror he lifted his right hand, and gently 
clasped her breast, squeezing it and stroking 
across  the nipple with his thumb, through the 
thin, clinging lacy top he had had her wear. 

She wriggled, trying to escape, but his hand 
just tightened, and she felt him harden under 
her as her arse moved against him.  Worse, as 
his stroking continued, her traitorous nipple 
rose to his touch, and she felt a warmth begin 
at her groin. He broke the kiss, but still his 
hand stroked and he looked deep into her eyes, 
and smiled. 

"Well, well, it seems you like this, doesn't 
it?" he asked, holding her fast onto him with 
his left hand at her waist, while he rolled the 
taut nub of flesh between his thumb and 
forefinger bringing it even more erect. She 
shook her head, and hissed "No!"  at him, but he 
kept smiling. 

"Good girls don't tell lies, Susie. Lies are 
bad, and get punished." 

He lifted his hand away from the breast, and for 
a moment she was relieved, until it moved to the 
buttons of the top. She could see every eye in 
the place turned to them as he unfastened one... 
two... three... buttons and slipped his hand 
inside the fabric onto her naked flesh. Already 
sensitised by his insistent caresses, the skin 
burned sweetly, and it was all she could do to 
keep from gasping out as heat and wetness 
blossomed between her thighs. He whispered 
harshly in her ear as a finger circled round and 
round her nipple, 

"Don't hold back sweet Susie. I'm warning you, 
if you lie to me again, I swear I'll undo every 
button on this shirt and open it wide so that 
these guys can feast their eyes on your tits as 
I fondle them.  Do you understand?" 

She gave the tiniest nod, and as he caressed 
her, he asked again, "You like it, don't you 
Sweet Susie?  My hand on your tit makes you hot, 
and wet." And, scared he'd make good on his 
threat, she whispered "Yes." 

"Say it!" he ordered. 

"It makes me hot." 

She moaned a little, her breath coming faster as 
his hand tightened, still stroking. "It makes 
you want me, doesn't it? Say it!" 

"Yes! Yes, I want you, okay?" 

He looked in her eyes again, slipping his hand 
out of her shirt and doing up the buttons. 
"Stand up," he ordered, "take my hand, and lead 
me back to the cabin. Unless you want me to take 
you here, of course, I'd be happy to oblige if 
you do..." 

She almost jumped out of his lap, not sure that 
he would do what he said, but not sure enough 
that he wouldn't to risk it. And then they were 
in the cabin.  He sat on a chair, not touching 
her, and his eyes looked at her coldly. 

"It's not difficult to turn you on, is it Susie? 
I'm almost disappointed." She looked at him, 
confused. She had thought he wanted her.  She 
didn't understand. 

"What do you want?" she asked. 

"Strip for me.  Take your clothes off slowly.  
Leave your stockings and shoes on. Be 
provocative, sweet girl, put on a show." 

Her blue eyes widened.  She had no idea what to 
do, had never even thought of doing anything 
like this.  On the rare occasions she had let a 
man fuck her, he had undressed her gently, 
reverently. But Robert's eyes were so hard, she 
didn't dare deny him.  And they had made a deal. 

Almost of their own accord, her hands went to 
the buttons of her shirt and she swayed gently 
from side to side as she unfastened each button 
carefully. When it was completely undone she 
opened it wide before letting it slip from her 
shoulders to lie crumpled on the floor.   His 
tongue snaked out to lick his lips as he looked 
at the fullness of her large young breasts, the 
pink tips crinkled and tight with excitement and 
the frightened desire that she wanted 
desperately to suppress. They jutted towards him 
as she reached behind her to unzip the tight 
skirt.  She had to shimmy a bit to push the 
skirt off her hips and she heard him sigh as the 
breasts jiggled with the motion. 

Suddenly, as she stepped forward and away from 
the skirt, she caught sight of herself in the 
mirror. She flushed with shame as she saw the 
blonde hair mussed and fluffed around her head, 
the naked breasts with the nipples standing 
proud and hard, the long legs in dark stockings 
tapering to six inch fuck-me shoes and the 
clear, unmistakeable damp patch that spread 
across the lacy panties that he had given her to 
wear. And worst of all was the look on her face. 
 Glazed, mouth parted, desperate, wanting. She 
looked like a whore, she thought. She felt like 
a whore.

His voice called her back to herself. "Take the 
panties off  Susie." 

She could only obey, sliding them down the silk 
covered legs and stepping out of them. "Now, 
come here. Walk slowly" And she was standing in 
front of him, close but not touching, as his 
eyes travelled up and down her body, drinking in 
the sight. "My god, you're lovely," he murmured, 
"lovely, and mine. Lift your breasts Susie.  
Stroke them, and offer them to me." 

"Why am I doing this?" she thought as she 
brushed her fingers sensuously over the skin of 
her cupped the fullness in her hands and leaned 
forward to brush his lips with her nipple, 
"Surely 'do as you're told' doesn't go this 
far..." but as his mouth closed around one 
tender pink bud, she stopped thinking at all and 
suddenly her whole being was centred on the 
demanding sucking. The rhythmic tightening, the 
way the nipple slid past his lips into the 
wetness of his mouth, the way his tongue pressed 
and flickered against the tenderness were 
suddenly all she wanted, all she had ever 
wanted. Maybe it was the combination of lust and 
shame, but she had never felt like this before. 

She whimpered loudly as tongue and teeth worked 
on her and she was only aware of the hand 
stroking up her leg as it passed the stocking 
top and caressed the bare flesh of her thigh. 
She shifted one leg outwards, to offer his hand 
better access, and whimpered as it found the 
folds of her cunt, which were already slick with 
her wetness. She was lost, abandoned, and as 
three long fingers slid inside her she rocked 
her hips back and forth to take them in, and to 
rub her clit against the heel of his hand.  

Dimly she realised that she was giving him 
everything he wanted, without him even having to 
ask, but she was unable to resist the urging of 
her body.  The feeling was incredible. She was, 
moving automatically,  fucking his fingers, 
trying to draw them deeper inside her  as his 
mouth sucked at her, and she cried out as his 
teeth closed on her nipple.  He thrust his 
fingers deep, again and again, and he released 
her tit to laugh delightedly. There was as much 
humiliation as pleasure in the climax that 
rocked her then, wave after wave of heat 
breaking over her each time his hand pressed in. 
Finally, he stopped, leaving her shuddering. 

"Well done, sweet thing." He murmured as he 
stood.  "You came very prettily, very prettily 
indeed." He glanced at his watch. "I thought it 
would take longer than this.  It's only 1.30." 

She hung her head, but he put a hand under her 
chin, tipping her head up to look into his eyes, 
and she could smell her sex on his fingers. As 
she looked at his face, so familiar, so 
despised, until today, she wondered how she 
could ever have found him pitiful.  Pitiless was 
closer. 

"Look at me." He demanded. He didn't speak 
again, as he removed his clothes, swiftly, 
efficiently.  Then he was naked and, she could 
see his cock, erect. Erect, and, she swallowed, 
the largest she had ever seen, by some way. Once 
again, he sat on the chair. Still unspeaking. 

"What now?" She asked him, flatly. She knew it 
didn't matter.  She knew that at this moment, 
whatever he wanted, she would give him, without 
resistance. He was in total control. He put his 
hands on her hips and pulled her towards him, 
silently, pulling still as she reached the 
chair, nodding as she spread her legs to stand 
astride the chair. That cock, huge, upright, was 
directly underneath her. 

"Ride me" was all he said. 

She lowered herself slowly, feeling him slide 
into  her cunt, inch by inch.  A quiet moan 
escaped his lips as he felt her sheath him, but 
it was drowned by her own gasp as once again her 
passion rose and she grew slick with new desire. 
He stretched her in a way she had never even 
dreamed of,  and, as finally she had him 
completely inside and started to move on his 
cock, she gave a long sigh. His hands cupped her 
buttocks as she rocked, guiding her motions, but 
he stayed silent apart from that one moan.  
Silent, controlled, as she pressed tighter, 
moved faster, whimpering her own pleasure 
wantonly. Within moments she was coming again, 
bathing him in heat and wetness and spasming 
around him. She put her hands on his shoulders 
and, unbidden, as the climax abated, she kissed 
him, thrusting her tongue in and out of his 
mouth in time with the motion of her cunt 
sliding on him. She moaned against his lips, 
moving urgently, trying to get a reaction from 
him. 

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes, 
distressed. "Don't you like this?  Isn't it what 
you wanted? Aren't I pleasing you?"  she asked, 
still rocking and grinding against him. He 
smiled.  

"Of course you are sweetness. How could I not be 
pleased with such enthusiasm? Did you want me to 
show you how much, you please me?" He jerked his 
hips up suddenly, driving deep into her, making 
her cry out in delight. "Like this? Is that what 
you want?" 

He didn't wait for her to reply, but drove up 
again, simultaneously pulling her down onto him. 
Faster, faster he thrust and she was orgasming 
again, gasping "Yes" over and over, as he 
finally came, his climax following hers. 

She cried then, sobbing, tears flowing down her 
cheeks as she sat straddling him, his cock still 
buried inside her and his cum seeping out of her 
cunt. Sobbing with reaction to the tumultuous 
pleasure, with pain from the bruising fucking, 
and the teethmarks at her breast, sobbing with 
humiliation that she had surrendered to him so 
completely and so quickly, sobbing from fear of 
him -- and herself, fear of the submissiveness 
he stirred in her. 

He held her, her head cradled against her 
shoulder stroking her hair, allowing her the 
freedom to cry. Finally her tears subsided, and 
she took a long shuddering breath, sure now that 
the worst was over. She went to move off of him, 
to stretch her aching, cramped muscles, but his 
hands tightened on her, keeping her where she 
was.  

His voice was gently chiding as he said "You 
must ask, Susie.  Ask my permission for what you 
want to do. Don't you understand, sweet girl?  
This weekend, you belong to me." 

Suddenly, she was angry.  That was going too 
far. She struggled to rise, pushing against him, 
and she bit into his shoulder hard, and tasted 
blood. But he was strong and he held her fast, 
his hands biting cruelly into her flesh. 

"Stupid move," he said coldly and gave a sudden 
push, sending her sprawling onto the floor.  She 
lay there, winded for a moment, her legs spread 
wide and still encased in stockings and heels. 
He stood above her, and bent down to tangle his 
hand in her hair. She cried in pain and kicking 
off the shoes, she struggled to her feet as he 
tugged at it sharply. She didn't dare lose her 
balance with him holding her hair. He held her 
head tipped back and pushed her towards a door, 
which she found opened onto a bathroom. He 
released her and gave her a shove.

"Bathe," he commanded, and wash your hair, while 
I decide what to do with you." For the first 
time, she was truly terrified. So far she had 
been embarrassed, humiliated, uncomfortable and 
shamefully excited, but now, she was scared.  

She turned on the taps, letting steam fill the 
small room.  Briefly, she toyed with the idea of 
trying to escape, but she was naked, and he'd 
left her only a hand towel, enough to dry her, 
but not to come close to covering her. What's 
more, the only place close was the bar - full of 
men who had seen her almost drag him off to fuck 
her. 

Defeated she lowered herself into the hot water, 
feeling it sting at first, letting it draw away 
the pain, the bruised tenderness between her 
legs, and lull her fears a little. She sank 
below the surface, wetting her hair and 
shampooed it, rinsed it, making sure she 
followed his instructions.  She knew she was in 
trouble already, and couldn't risk making it 
worse. Even so, she dragged out her time alone, 
adding more hot water as the bath cooled, until 
finally he opened the door and stood there 
beside the bath. "Get out," he said, "You're 
clean now." 

She stood, and found he held a large towel.  He 
wrapped it around her then guided her back to 
the cabin's other room. She saw he had been 
busy.  The suitcase was stowed and there was no 
sign of any clothing other than what he wore, 
and a black garment bag hung on the handle of 
the wardrobe. A hairdryer and brush and assorted 
perfumes, make up cases and lotions were laid 
out on the dressing table and an open bottle of 
white wine, with a glass poured out of it stood 
on the nightstand beside the bed. He pulled out 
the chair in front of the dressing table and 
motioned her towards it.  

"Sit there," he said, "and dry your hair. Oh, 
and drop the towel. From now on you wear only 
what I tell you to, and when I tell you. Do you 
understand?" 

She nodded, but he lifted a hand and slapped her 
sharply across the face. "I said," he shouted, 
"do you understand? When I speak to you, you 
will listen, and when I ask you a question, you 
will answer me!" 

"I... I understand..." she stuttered, her cheek 
stinging from the blow. 

Hastily she pulled the towel away from her and 
let it drop to the floor, and sat on the chair. 
He sat on the bed, close beside and behind her, 
sipping his wine as she turned on the dryer and 
lifted the brush to dry her hair. She could see 
him in the mirror, and she saw his eyes fall to 
the reflection of her naked breasts which were 
lifted by the arms raised to her head, and 
moving gently with the motion of the brush. He 
watched, and smiled, and said nothing for 
possibly twenty minutes. Then she found his eyes 
on hers in the mirror, and she couldn't look 
away, as he started to speak, in a 
conversational tone. 

"You're a very pretty girl Susie," he said, 
"pretty face, lovely breasts," and a half smile 
ghosted across his face, "though I like them 
better now, marked with my teeth. Great legs, a 
sweet, tight arse, all in all very pretty.  And 
you are a fine, fine fuck. But you are arrogant. 
You treat people like shit, and they don't like 
it.  You need to be educated, and I've taken it 
on myself to be your teacher." 

"Now, to begin with, I thought you'd be a quick 
study. You behaved very well, you were obedient 
and eager to please, and I was pleased with you, 
I really was." He stopped and sighed. "Then, 
after you started so well, after you had applied 
yourself to my comfort so very nicely, you had 
to go and spoil it." 

He leaned forward and took the hairbrush out of 
her hand. "Stand up." He rapped out the command, 
and she almost leapt to her feet. His hand shot 
out and locked around her wrist and pulled her 
towards him. Then, grasping her waist he gave a 
complicated little twist that brought to lie 
across his knees, face downwards. "I'm afraid," 
he said, and his voice even sounded regretful, 
"that you will have to be punished." 

It was only when he brought the flat back of the 
hairbrush down on her bare buttocks that she 
realised what he intended to do. Nobody had ever 
spanked her in her life, as far as she could 
remember. She cried out sharply at the hot pain, 
 and he laughed, striking again and again. By 
the fifth stroke, her arse was on fire, and hot 
tears were falling from her eyes. Each time he 
made contact she yelped, but he didn't stop. 
Then, at the ninth blow, she suddenly twisted in 
embarrassment as she realised that the heat 
wasn't confined to her backside. The shame she 
had felt at her surrender earlier was nothing to 
the humiliation of realising that she was 
growing wet from this treatment, and that her 
juices were tricking over her thigh onto his 
leg. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! She stopped counting the 
blows and writhed in his grasp, trying to hide 
her body's betrayal of her. Trying to hide the 
fact that this outrage had brought her 
perilously close to orgasm. Trying and failing. 
He knew, and wouldn't stop until close was 
there. Then as she cried out in mingled pain and 
delight, as suddenly as the first blow had 
fallen, he tossed the brush aside and dropped 
his hand to stroke the blazing flesh of her 
buttocks very, very gently. Underneath her 
belly, she was acutely aware of the hardness of 
his cock, pressing into her flesh through his 
jeans. 

"Are you sorry,?" he asked, and his voice was a 
caress. "Are you sorry for being bad?" 

"I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry" but she 
didn't know if she was apologising for her 
rebellion or her climax. 

"Are you ready to make it up to me, and be my 
sweet Susie again?" 

"Y... yes. I... I...." What could she say, other 
than yes, when she reacted to even his bows with 
pleasure? 

"Then go lie on the bed, love, face down." 

"Like this?" she asked as she complied. 

"Al... most" She thought she could hear a smile 
in his voice. "But I think you should lift that 
pretty, sore little arse up a bit, and tell me 
again how sorry you are." She heard a zipper 
being pulled as she obeyed 

"I'm sorry I was bad, I'm sorry, I'll be 
good..." 

"Do you want to make it up to me, sweet Susie, 
my sweet girl?" 

So insistent his voice, and so tender, and she 
was lying there, her arse in the air, and her 
whole body on fire. 

"Yes, oh yes, let me make it  up to you, I'll do 
anything, I'll be good..." She was still 
babbling as he came up behind her and slammed 
his cock into her, not slowly but hard, hard, 
hard, invading every part of her body and soul 
as he asked her, "Is that what you want, sweet 
girl, are you happy to please me?" and she was 
pushing back against him, telling him it was so 
good and she wanted it, wanted him so badly, and 
begging him to approve, and please... please... 
please... she wanted so much to please him. 

She knew when he came of course, but only dimly 
as she spiralled once again on her own guilty 
ride of pleasure and shame. As she came down, he 
rolled her over and leaned on one elbow above 
her, playing idly with her breasts, grinning to 
hear her whimper. 

"You really are a hot little slut, aren't you my 
sweet? A hot, horny, willing little slut." he 
asked as she arched up to press into his hand. 
"I... no ... well not before, never before, 
never like this." 

It was true, she realised.  She hadn't even had 
an orgasm before, except at her own hands. Then 
he came along, bullied and beat her, terrified 
her, and she found herself coming like an 
express train. "So, it's me you're hot for, is 
it?" 

"I... Robert.. I've never felt like this 
before." 

He put a hand to her mouth.  "Don't call me 
Robert." He said. "Robert's a name you've always 
used scornfully, and I don't like to hear it 
coming from your lips." 

Her voice was small as she said, "I'm sorry.  
What should I call you?" 

He considered a while before replying. "When 
we're out, you can call me 'baby'. When we're 
alone, say 'sir' or 'my lord'" For a moment she 
the herself she knew again, incredulous, 
outraged. 

"My lord?" she gasped with a laugh. 

His hand gripped her soft breast tight, 
suddenly, making her yelp in pain. "Yes, 'Lord' 
for preference.  You are mine, my servant, my 
slut, and I am your lord. My whim is the most 
important thing in the world to you. 
Understand?" His nails dug into her flesh, 
cruelly hurting, and she nodded, and gasped out. 

"Yes, yes, I understand." 

"Say 'Yes, my lord'" he insisted. 

"Yes, my lord, I understand." 

He released her and smiled. "Good girl." He 
smiled at her, and let go, lifting his hand to 
stroke her cheek. "It's nearly time for us to 
eat, and I'm all sticky from fucking you so 
obligingly," he went on. "Why don't you put that 
pretty mouth to some use other than talking, and 
clean me up?" 

It didn't even cross her mind not to do as he 
said.  She pushed herself down the bed and, 
obediently, almost reverentially, she closed her 
lips around his shaft and laved it gently with 
her tongue. He held her there, and she worked 
her mouth back and forth along him, conquering 
her gag reflex as he pushed her down to take 
more of him between her lips. She was perversely 
proud and delighted to please him when his cock 
stirred with desire under her attention, 
twitching into life and filling her mouth, and 
throat completely. Her hand slipped between her 
legs to caress herself to climax while she 
licked and sucked at him. When at last his spunk 
filled her mouth she shuddered, and swallowed it 
like a benison, looked up and smiled. "Thank you 
my dear lord, " she whispered, and was rewarded 
with his smile. And it was only six o'clock on 
the first day.

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Part Two 
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Susie realised, as knelt on the floor, as Robert 
had told her to, while he dressed, that he 
didn't look geeky at all to her, not any more. 
His thinness wasn't weak, but toned, his pallor 
hid enormous strength. In a dark suit and white 
shirt he looked distinguished, intelligent... 
sexy.  She watched his movements as he 
straightened his tie.

He was done, and he motioned her to rise.  
"You'll be wearing this" he said, passing her 
the garment bag. 

She unzipped it and revealed most beautiful 
dress she had ever seen. Scarlet silk, falling 
almost to the floor but split to the hip on both 
sides. Spaghetti straps and a straight, low 
neckline. She could tell from the fabric that it 
would hug every curve and thanked heavens that 
she wasn't carrying an ounce of fat. 

"What underwear?" she asked.

"None. Just this, and those shoes." He pointed 
to another pair of six inch pumps with ankle 
straps in the same red as the dress. She raised 
her eyebrows, but knew better than to comment. 

"Make yourself up first" he commanded, and "I'll 
put on your shoes."

He knelt to strap on the pumps as she applied 
first a dusting of subtle eye make up and then 
opened up the lipstick.  Nothing subtle there, 
she thought, looking ruefully at the vivid red 
that matched the outfit. She covered her lips 
and looked startled at her reflection. That 
bright mouth altered her face entirely.  Made 
her look older, experienced, and, frankly, ungry.

She put on the dress. It slipped over her body 
like a caress and her nipples hardened at the 
sliding softness.  She turned to look at her 
reflection.  She had been right she thought, it 
clung to her thighs falling to a v at her crotch 
when she moved, and the taut peaks of her 
breasts were clearly outlined. She would give 
every man within 50 yards a hard-on dressed like 
this she realised, and she realised she looked 
ready, able and willing to cure every one of 
them too. She looked like a hooker, a very 
expensive, very competent, hooker.  He came up 
behind her and fastened a black leather choker, 
with a silver disc hanging from it, around her 
neck.  She heard the catch snap shut as someone 
knocked on the door. He went to answer it, as 
she leaned forward to look more closely at the 
disc.  She saw the word "Susie" engraved on it, 
with a tiny diamond dotting the "I" and smiled.

A long low whistle brought her upright and she 
turned to see the barman from the Woodsman, 
looking her up and down. 

"Come here Susie" Robert commanded, "And meet 
Jeff.  I didn't introduce you earlier, but he's 
my cousin."

She walked over, surprised to find that she 
could balance on the heels easily, and held out 
her hand.  Jeff was as tall as his cousin, but 
chunkier, and he lifted her hand to his lips. 
Then, to her surprise and horror, he carried it 
down and pushed it against an unmistakeable 
erection. Grinning as she snatched it away, he 
looked her in the eyes and said "Two 
compliments, honey. Be grateful."  She looked at 
him to see his reaction, but he was laughing.

"Jeff will be driving us to dinner, Susie. Be 
polite to him, there's a good girl."

"Yes, baby, whatever you say,"

"Can I see that choker?" Jeff asked. She nodded 
and he lifted the disc admiringly, then gave a 
crack of laughter as he turned it over.

"Owner: Robert Jones. If lost, call...." He read 
aloud. "Not  a choker, I see, but a bitch-
collar."

She turned sharply to glare accusingly at 
Robert, but he took her hand with a smile.  
"Well, it's appropriate," he almost purred, 
patting her hand "you ARE a bitch. But you're MY 
bitch, and I'd hate anyone to think you were a 
stray when you're  responding to my training so 
well. And you are responding, aren't you my 
sweet?"  

She wanted to snarl, to deny it angrily, but 
found herself replying meekly, "I'm trying baby, 
I'm trying to be good." 

Jeff cackled and asked, "And is she good, Rob? 
She certainly looks it."

She didn't know why she should have thought it, 
but she had assumed her humiliation was over, 
after the events of the afternoon.  She had 
assumed that her obedience would earn her 
gentler treatment. Her illusions were soon 
shattered when he spoke though. His smile broad, 
he said,

"When I've finished with her, she'll be perfect. 
She's already a wonderful ride, though, I must 
admit. I've never fucked anyone as hot and 
eager. How often did you come this afternoon 
Susie-love? Five times, six?"

For a moment, she said nothing, then he barked 
at her "Answer!"

"I.. I lost count."

Jeff laughed, but Robert didn't. He walked over 
and slapped her face, hard.  "You're lying." He 
said harshly. "Think about it. List them, one by 
one. DO it, and describe the context for Jeff."

Tears stinging her eyes, and her face blazing, 
she obeyed, not sure what he would do if she 
didn't. "Once, as you finger fucked me..." He 
stopped her.

"As you fucked yourself on my fingers. Start 
again, and be precise Susie."

She began again.

"Once as I fucked myself on your fingers.  Twice 
more as I rode you. Once while you spanked me. 
Once as you fucked me, after." 

"And?"

"And again as I gave you head. When you came, I 
came. I played with myself." She was looking 
down, and she saw Jeff's hand stroking his cock 
through his trousers as she recited. The 
humiliation was enormous.

"So. Six."

Jeff whistled again. "My god, Rob, if she's THAT 
hot, maybe we should just stay in and give her 
more of what she so clearly craves.  I'll be 
happy to help."

Laughing, Robert replied. "I'm drained coz, I 
need to eat to keep my strength up.  And look at 
her, something this pretty should be shown off, 
don't you think?"

He placed a hand in the small of her back and 
guided her to the door, leaning forward to 
whisper in her ear. "You lied Susie. I had to 
correct you.  Not a good start to the evening. I 
suggest you behave from now on."

Dread gripped the pit of her stomach as she sat 
beside him in the back seat of Jeff's car.  The 
drive couldn't have been more than five minutes, 
but it seemed to go on forever, as she listened 
to Rob describing everything he'd done to her 
like she wasn't there - except that his hand on 
her lying on her thigh, circling under the split 
in the dress made it clear he knew she WAS 
there. Knew, and was enjoying treating her like 
some kind of toy. "She was gushing by the tenth 
stroke, I tell you," he said  "and then, when I 
was done, she lay there, lifted her arse up in 
the air, and begged me to fuck her."

"Begged? What did she say? Give me the words 
man."

She knew it was coming. It was inevitable. He 
turned to her and said, "Why don't you tell him 
Susie? It sounds better in your voice, I'm sure. 
You don't need to use the exact words, as long 
as the tone is right, but give Jeff an idea."

"Please baby, don't make me..."

He just stared at her. Merciless. The silence 
lengthend, and the hand on her thigh tightened 
cruelly.

She made her voice breathless, desperate, 
knowing that nothing less would do, and started 
to speak, imitating the words she had said 
earlier:

"Oh yes, that feels good.... please... 
please..... I want that...... I want you...."

She felt the car pull over and Jeff turned to 
watch her as she went on.

"please... I'll be good .... I'll do whatever 
you want .... I want you now .....I want your 
cock in me ..... please ...OH GOD, PLEASE FUCK 
ME!"

Her voice had been rising and she was screaming 
now, just as she'd screamed and begged earlier. 
Robert held his hand out to stop her, and Jeff 
let his breath go on a long "Sheeeeee-it. Rob, 
you lucky bastard. She's hot with a capital 'H'. 
I'm going to be hearing those words all night - 
I hope I can keep at least some of my mind on 
work."

"And speaking of work, now I've got you to where 
you're going, I'd best be on my way there."

She realised that when he had pulled over, it 
was into the car-park of a restaurant, and 
devoutly hoped that no-one had passed the car 
during her performance. Robert helped her out of 
the car, and instructed her to thank Jeff - with 
a kiss. As she leaned in the window, the barman 
reached up and gave her breast a gentle squeeze, 
and answered her "Thank you Jeff" with "You're 
welcome Sugar.  I'll look forward to the next 
time."

Heads turned as they walked in to a brightly lit 
dining room, and she was sure it was no accident 
that they were led over to a table in the centre 
of the room, where everyone could see them. As 
the waiter went to hand her a menu, Rob waved it 
away, saying "The lady will have clear soup 
while I have my main course, no dessert. I'll 
start with prawns, then rare steak."  He ordered 
a whisky, but Susie said nothing, knowing that 
he would order for her, and hoping that if she 
didn't act independently he would pass on the 
chance to humiliate her. She let out a breath 
she didn't know she was holding when he said, 
"And a white wine".

Relief was short-lived though.  When his starter 
arrived he smiled at her. Unwrapping a 
breadstick he murmured gently, "Play with that 
while I eat. Be.... um..... nice to it, okay"

She could have pretended she didn't know what he 
meant, but she did, and she knew that he'd only 
give more specific instructions if she didn't do 
what he wanted. She had already upset him this 
evening, and she understood instinctively that 
she would have to behave exactly as he wanted 
until they got home if she was to escape serious 
retribution. She put  the breadstick to her 
mouth, and closed her lips around it, and sucked 
gently but obviously, sliding more past the 
scarlet portal as it started to dissolve. A man 
on the next table gave an audible groan, and 
beside her Rob whispered "Good girl"

It was surreal, she thought. She was sitting in 
the middle of a good restaurant, fellating a 
breadstick for the amusement of one man and to 
titillate the rest. Slowly she withdrew a little 
of its length, then slid more into her mouth 
knowing that she was being watched avidly, and 
hungrily. She made it last the whole of his 
first course pushing the final morsel into her 
mouth and sucking on her fingertip as he put his 
cutlery on the plate.  She heard sighs from 
several places, but it was at Robert she looked, 
hoping to see approval, and delighted at the 
smile on his face. "Perfect." He commented, as 
the waiter replaced his starter plate with their 
main courses.

"May I ask you something?' she said, cursing the 
hesitancy of her voice, its smallness and 
meekness. 

"Certainly."

"Why am I not to eat a full dinner?"

He smiled. His voice was lecturing. "Firstly, 
because I choose not, and you need to understand 
that when you are with me MY wishes are 
paramount, yours are unimportant. Secondly, 
because I want you to truly know what being 
hungry is like, in every way. And finally, 
because a heavy meal would make you sleepy, and, 
sweet Susie, I want you awake, alert and 
attentive. Now, eat your soup."

"Yes baby," and an angel prompted her to add 
"thank you."  An approving light  glowed in his 
eyes, and he patted her hand. "You're learning. 
Well done."

She sipped slowly, watching him devour his 
steak. Something deep inside her was still  
crying out against this treatment, and her meek 
acceptance of it. Screaming abuse at her when 
she felt pleasure at his praise.  "This is 
Robert Jones! The neighbourhood geek! Why should 
you care what he thinks about you?" but another 
voice was replying calmly "He is my lord, my 
master. My pleasure is to please him." She was 
confused, didn't know which was the real her, 
and feared deeply that it was the second.

Her confusion increased when, as they drank 
coffee after the meal, he slipped his hand onto 
her leg under the table. Involuntarily, it 
seemed, her thighs fell open, allowing his 
fingers to reach all of her he wanted to take, 
and again she moistened in anticipation of her 
touch, and she heard herself whisper "Please". 
Until today, she had given her body like a 
favour, but he was treating it like it belonged 
to him as a right, and she was not only allowing 
him, but asking him to. And, as his fingers 
played over the nakedness she heard herself 
speak again, saying "Oh, thank you, baby" like a 
prayer. It was if someone else was operating her 
body, someone weak, and submissive.

His expression was smug as he moved his hand 
away, leaving her wanting,  unfulfilled. "More 
later, I think" he commented, as she sighed in 
frustration. He waved over the waiter, and asked 
for the bill, and a taxi.

As they sat in the back seat of the taxi, he put 
an arm around her and she snuggled against his 
chest. With a finger, he turned up a chin and 
dropped his mouth to cover hers with a kiss that 
was gentle and tender and full of promise. She 
felt it like a blessing and shyly darted her 
tongue between his lips. His arm tightened on 
her and the kiss deepened and it didn't even 
occur to her to protest the hand slipping the 
strap off her shoulder and pushing the silk away 
to uncover her breast.  She simply let pleasure 
wash over her as he teased and pinched and 
stroked, dancing her tongue around his.  She 
could hear the ragged breath of the driver, was 
dimly aware of greedy eyes fixed on her flesh in 
the mirror, but it meant nothing to her while 
she was being kissed l like this.

The taxi pulled up in front of the cabin, and 
Rob swiftly rearranged the dress before helping 
her out.  He unlocked the door, and gestured her 
inside, but didn't follow. "Take off your 
clothes," he commanded, "and hang the dress up."

She rushed to obey, her body crying out with 
desire for him.  For his kiss, for his touch. 
"Yes, baby" she said. 

"What did you call me? We're home now Susie, 
remember."

"Yes, my lord, I'm sorry, my lord." She cursed 
herself for forgetting, and felt tears fill her 
eyes as she bent to unstrap the heels she was 
wearing.  _My God_, the part of her that was the 
old Susie said in her brain, _how pathetic_.

She heard a click, saw a flash, and looked up to 
see that he had lifted his camera and 
photographed her.  The mirror showed her how the 
shot would look, the slope of her back, blonde 
hair sweeping the floor, tits hanging, full and 
unbound, her long slim leg rising from the red 
spike heel straight to the highest point  of her 
body, a perfect, rounded, naked arse.  A 
wanker's dream pose.

"Lovely." He smiled. "The first of many lovely 
holiday snaps, I'm sure." He beckoned her.

And she came to him, to stand naked and 
beautiful in front of him.

"Kneel." He commanded.

She knelt, and silently unfastened his trousers 
and was pressing a kiss on his cock, when 
suddenly a  blow to the side of her head knocked 
her reeling to the floor.

"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.  
"Did I tell you to do that?  Did you ask my 
permission?"

"N.. No my lord, but I thought you wanted...."

"It isn't your place to think Susie.  Your place 
is to obey me, to serve me.  It's good that you 
want to please, but it's not your place to 
decide how to do so. If you think you can be of 
service, you ASK."

"I'm sorry, my lord."

"Sorry isn't good enough Susie. That was one 
false step too many.  You have lied tonight, and 
tried to deny me.  You forgot the proper form of 
address, and now you even dared to act on your 
own initiative. It won't do Susie. I have no 
alternative, I must punish you."

Her eyes darted to the hairbrush, and for a 
moment she wondered if unconsciously she had 
acted as she had so that he *would* punish her. 
Surely not, she thought, but her mind slipped 
back to the burning pain and pleasure of the 
afternoon ... surely not, but maybe. 

He looked down at her, cold fire in his eyes, 
and followed her glance. He shook his head, 
slowly. "No," he said, "not the hairbrush this 
time.  It seems that the hairbrush wasn't enough 
to teach you to behave. I'm very disappointed in 
you. Stand up."

She stood.

"Go over to the foot of the bed"

She went.

"Bend over, and hold onto the bedstead with your 
hands." As she complied, he continued, "and be 
silent Susie.  Not a sound, or things will go 
worse than you can possibly imagine."

She knew what he was going to do as she heard 
him slide his belt out from his trousers, fear 
gripping the pit of her stomach. As the leather 
made first contact with her skin, a *crack* 
echoed around the walls of the cabin, and this 
time, there was no pleasure, only pain, pain, 
pain as he beat her, without mercy. The skin 
welted where the leather bit. Twelve strokes 
cracked, harsh and heavy, and when he had 
finished, the liquid that ran down her legs was 
blood.  

But she didn't make a sound. 

She stood, bent, shaking, clutching at the 
bedstead to keep her from falling, blood welling 
from his cuts, and from her lip where she had 
bitten it to keep silent.

"Stand up." Still his voice was harsh. "Look at 
me."

She raised her eyes to the bleakness of his, and 
the coldness of his expression hurt her more 
than the beating had.

"I didn't want to have to do that, but you must 
learn who is master here, and know that I will 
assert that power. You WILL obey me, completely. 
Is that clear?"

Her voice was hoarse and cracked. "Yes, my lord."

"Good.  Now kneel again. This time you may suck 
me."

So she knelt, ignoring the pain and the blood,  
and applied herself to the task of giving him 
enjoyment. His hands gripped her hair as she 
slid her mouth along his cock, licking, sucking, 
caressing him with her hands and lips and 
tongue, even with her throat, as he pushed his 
whole length into her.  She'd never sucked a 
cock so ardently as she did now, trying to 
communicate her craving to gratify him through 
every eager movement. She worked at him 
frantically, desperately, knowing that until he 
came she could not be forgiven, redeemed, and 
that until he smiled at her again, nothing would 
be right. The flickering tongue and sucking lips 
did their job quickly and he gasped as his semen 
filled her mouth, and moaned as her throat 
contracted to swallow.

He let go of her hair, and she turned her head 
up, her mouth still around him, until he gave 
her permission to stop, determined not to anger 
him again, and looked into his face. There was 
no smile, but it was softer now, gentler.

"That was well done, Susie. Your skill can't be 
faulted, only your attitude. Stop now, and 
stand."

As she did, he took her gently by the arms, and 
leaned forward to kiss her lightly on the brow. 
"You are forgiven." He said, and tears slipped 
from her eyes, as she murmured "Thank you."

At last, he smiled.

"Poor little girl," he cooed. "So much to learn. 
But you ARE learning, my sweet Susie."

"I hope so my lord"

"Would you like to forget the pain?"

"Y.....if that is what you want me to do."

"Oh yes, you're learning."  The smile was wider 
now. At his command, she went to the bed and 
laid on her back her eyes closed. At his 
command, she breathed deeply, at his command, 
she opened her legs, wide.

"Have you ever been licked, little Susie?"

"Once."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes my lord."

"Did the boy, enjoy it - it was a boy?" was 
there something in his tone to indicate he would 
prefer to hear it wasn't?  No matter, she 
couldn't lie to him anyway.

"Yes, and yes, he said he did."

"What do you taste like?"

"I.. I don't know.  He didn't say."

Silence.  She lay there, open to his eyes, but 
unable to see him, listening to .... silence.

"My lord?" she said nervously

"You should *know* what you taste like little 
one."

"Yes, my lord, you're right of course."

"So... find out."

"My lord?"

"Stroke yourself Susie, arouse yourself, then, 
when your fingers are covered in your juices, 
taste, and tell me."

She heard the camera click and saw the flash 
through her eyelids as her hand moved over her 
cunt, pressing at the clit, rubbing it till 
moisture flowed. "Click" as she slid two long 
fingers deep inside, 'click' as the other hand 
pinched and teased a nipple, 'click','click', 
'click' as she lifted fingers covered in silken 
liquid to her mouth and sucked at them, cleaning 
every last trace with her tongue. 

Then, his voice again.

"So, little Susie, what do you taste like?"

"Like honey, and citrus, and a tang of salt. 
Strange, but... I think it's delicious." And she 
dared to dip her fingers again and take another 
sample. "Yes, quite delicious."

"Shall I taste you, pretty Susie, delicious 
Susie?  Would you like that?"

"I .... I would love it, my lord, if you would. 
If it's what you want." She was too frightened, 
too wary, to express any preference solely her 
own after such a sound thrashing. Scared of 
angering him, disappointing him - she didn't 
know which.

But fear, wariness, and reserve all fled as his 
mouth found her sex and  his breath danced over 
it. Then there was only him. She gasped and 
arched toward him, and before he bent his head 
to taste her he said "This is a gift to you, be 
appreciative". So, as his tongue probed into 
every part of her, lapping at the juices that 
flowed like a river in flood, she thanked him 
for every jolt of delight, cried out her 
gratitude loud and clear, and, he noted, 
triumphant, called him _sir_,  _love_, and 
_lord_ as she came, as if it was the most 
natural thing in the world.

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Part Three 
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When Susie awoke in the morning, she didn't for 
a moment have the luxury of thinking it was all 
a dream, a nightmare, because she woke to 
agonising pain in her buttocks and cramps along 
her legs, still astride him, with his cock 
inside her.

It took her a moment to remember how that had 
happened. But it soon came back.

When he had finished licking her, which he 
hadn't done until his tongue had carried her 
through several orgasms, he had laid on his back 
and told her tersely to mount him.

At his instruction, she had ridden him as hard 
as she could, grinding her clitoris onto his 
pelvis, taking his hands and holding them onto 
the swell of her breasts and bringing herself 
off, time after time.  

She had talked to him constantly too, because he 
had told her he wanted to hear her.

"Tell me," he had said, "everything. Every 
feeling, every sensation. And say it loud - I 
want the guys in The Woodsman to share the 
experience." 

Beaten and subjugated, she wouldn't have dared 
to refuse, even if she had wanted to, and she 
had known that if it was what he wanted, then it 
was her desire too. 

And so she cried to him how good his cock felt 
in her cunt, how she loved the feeling of him 
filling her, how lucky she was that he would let 
her fuck him like this. She said how very 
grateful she was for the privilege of being 
allowed to ride him. She told him how hot he 
made her, how nobody had ever made her feel like 
this, how she was a slut for him, and only him, 
how she would do anything and everything he 
asked her if only he would smile at her.  She 
told him that he had exhausted her, and begged 
him to come before she died from ecstasy. All 
this she had told him, she remembered, using the 
harshest, dirtiest words she knew, and as she 
had said it, every word had been true.

It had seemed to go on for hours, and when he 
finally came, he simply arched up once, exploded 
into her, and sank almost instantly into sleep. 
The stinging welts on her buttocks had reminded 
her of how he had reacted the last time she had 
acted without his permission, so she was 
frightened to move, but she was equally scared 
to wake him. Finally, she had settled for 
leaning forward onto his chest and getting as 
comfortable as she could, and dozing.

But sleep had restored much of the old Susie, 
the wilful, independent girl, and horror washed 
over her as she remembered. Her mind replayed 
her every wanton action of the day before, and 
the glorious pleasure that her debasement and 
humiliation had brought her. How could she have 
acted that way? The horror only intensified as 
it dawned on her that she had three more days of 
this, before she could return to normality - if 
she ever could. She would never be able to look 
him in the face again - and he had photographs! 
She wondered if he intended to use those to 
blackmail her, once she had the earrings back.  
She would have to sell the earrings, she 
thought, and use the money to leave town.

He stirred beneath her and his eyes fluttered 
open. It seemed to take him only a moment to 
assess the position, and he grinned. "How 
convenient," he murmured, and she felt him 
hardening inside her. "You are ready to start 
straight away." And he rested his hands lightly 
at her waist.

"Please.." She looked at him, her eyes mutely 
appealing for him to have mercy on her, but he 
chose to wilfully misunderstand. 

"But of course, my sweet," he said. "I'll let 
you fuck me.  You don't have to beg *every* 
time, especially when you are so perfectly 
placed. But be gentle, my little love, I'm still 
a fragile from yesterday"

At that moment, she hated him as much as she had 
ever hated anyone in her life.  She felt as 
every part of her was either battered, bruised 
or sore and she had been abused, body and soul 
for the last 24 hours, and he lay there and 
laughed at her.  Her hands clenched into fists, 
wanting to hit him hurt him....

"Susie!" His voice was harder than rock and his 
hands gripped her waist, "one warning only. Be 
good, or pay."

"No choice," she thought dully, "I have no 
choice at all."

She pushed herself upright and began to rock 
gently back and forth on the massive cock that 
filled her, fully hard now, and he crooned 
encouragement, and her angry thoughts turned in 
on herself as the friction in her cunt and her 
clit stimulated a treacherous dampening at her 
groin. "Oh God no..." she thought. "I'll do 
anything he asks, but please, please, don't make 
me LIKE it"

But no god was listening. 

With each movement she grew wetter, and his 
hands found her tits and traced the firm points 
that tipped them, telling their tale of 
excitement as clearly as any words. His touch 
made them tingle and ache sweetly, an ache she 
couldn't bear, so she leaned forward to present 
them to his lips knowing that only he could ease 
it - and that it must be eased. "Better" he 
breathed, as his mouth claimed the hard nipple 
and his hungry sucking lit the inferno that 
consumed her.

She tried to push her mind out, to focus on her 
anger and her hate, on her sense of abuse, but 
it kept spiralling back to him, and all she was 
conscious of was the cock she was fucking, 
sliding in and out of her as she moved,  and the 
mouth pulling insistently at her breast. It 
seemed that these two things were all that were 
important in the world -- WERE her world. She 
was a flame and these were the fuel that fed 
her, and the heat burned away every emotion but 
passion. And then, he released his sperm into 
her, and his teeth bit deep.

The climax that took her then was searing and 
shattering, and the howl of release she gave was 
wordless, a long keening cry that echoed deep 
within body and soul.  She rode him like a wave 
as the heat slowly ebbed away and he carried her 
back to shore.
 
Her eyes were full of unshed tears, and her 
breathing was harsh and laboured. She looked 
down at him, expecting to see a smile, 
gratification, but instead his face was a mask 
of stone.

"Go and shower" he ordered.

She obeyed him immediately, her quick movements 
sending twinges of pain through her abused 
muscles, at a loss to understand how she had 
failed to please him.  The jets of hot water 
stung her into full wakefulness, and soothed the 
bruises, but she was careful not to
luxuriate, taking only long enough to clean 
herself of blood, sweat and semen, before drying 
herself and walking back into the main room, 
naked.

"Prepare breakfast," he told her, before he 
headed off to the bathroom. "For me, two eggs, 
three slices of bacon, rolls and butter. Warm 
the rolls in the oven. I like my coffee strong, 
and my eggs over-easy."

"Yes my lord. And .. for me?"

"One slice of toast, dry.  A glass of water. You 
may have coffee if you want it. Call me when 
it's ready." 

The smell of the food was torture. Apart from 
the soup last night, she had eaten nothing since 
breakfast the following day - she glanced at the 
clock -- more than 24 hours ago, and she was 
ravenous.

She set the table, placing the warm rolls in a 
basket and covering it with a napkin, then 
sliding the eggs and bacon onto a plate she had 
warmed. Her toast sat forlornly on another 
plate.  There were two chairs at the table, one 
hard and one cushioned. She had no doubt what he 
expected of her, and put the plate with toast on 
the table by the hard chair. His plate she 
placed in front of the cushioned one, and then 
pulled it away from the table, standing beside 
it with the coffee-pot.  

"My lord, your breakfast is ready." She called.

He came and sat, dressed, but his hair still 
damp. He motioned her to pour coffee for him, 
and she was acutely aware of her nakedness as 
she bent and her breasts swung forward.

"May I sit? Please?"

He nodded curtly and she sat beside him, 
suppressing a whimper of pain as her raw 
buttocks made contact with the unyielding wood. 

He swallowed a mouthful of food and spoke as she 
went to lift the toast to her mouth. "That last 
orgasm, Susie. I think it was the most powerful 
you've ever had. Am I right?"

She dropped the toast back on the plate. "Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes my lord, it was the most powerful, the most 
profound."

He nodded. 

"Eat your toast Susie," he told her, and gave 
his attention to his plate.

The dry bread was cold now and it lay like ashes 
on her tongue, but she ate every piece and 
washed it down with hot coffee. To her surprise, 
she found that, insubstantial and unappetising 
as it was, it deadened her pangs of hunger

When he was finished he stood. Instantly, she 
sprang to her feet.

"Go and kneel on the floor, at the foot of the 
bed," he commanded.

When she had done so, he picked up the camera.

"Put your hands on your thighs, tilt your head 
to look up at me, and smile"

Several clicks and flashes later he put the 
camera aside and opened the door, wide. A 
draught blew over her, and she knew she was 
exposed to anyone walking past, but she kept her 
eyes on his face, waiting for instructions.

I'm going out to buy supplies and a paper. Wait 
for me like that. You may rest on your heels, if 
you wish." And he was gone, the door closing 
behind him.

In the silence that fell after his departure,  
it crossed her mind that while she was alone she 
could find her own clothes, dress, and leave - 
if only he would give her time. If she faced her 
parents' anger she could become herself again, 
reclaim her pride, and her self-respect. He had 
the car keys, but she could hitch, hide if he 
came after her. It would be so easy. So very 
easy. It might also be the only chance he gave 
her to escape.

All this she thought, but still she knelt. For 
two hours, she knelt, and she waited.

He did return at last, his arms full of bags. 
She knelt as he put them down, leaving the door 
gaping open and knelt as he closed the door, 
pulled up a chair and sat on it, about a yard 
from her.

As if he had never been gone, he took up the 
conversation from the breakfast table, saying, 
"We agreed that your orgasm this morning was the 
best you'd ever had, didn't we? Yet you fought 
it. Why?"

"I... I was angry, my lord." Her voice was 
shaking.

His eyebrows rose. "Angry?  With me?"

"With you and with myself."

"Why?"

"You, for using me harshly. Myself for letting 
you."

His eyes caught hers and held them. "You didn't 
just _let_ me Susie, and you know it. You've 
responded to my 'use' of you at every level. We 
both know that.  We both know that nothing and 
nobody has ever excited you the way I have. 
Don't we?"

She wanted to look away, to drop her eyes, but 
she couldn't.  Her "Yes" was a whisper.

She realised then what he had done when he went 
out. That he had allowed her space not to 
escape, but to emphasise that she was a willing 
participant in her own humiliation. To fully 
understand that while she had never felt this 
bad before, she had equally never felt so good.  
To acknowledge that winning his approval was the 
greatest achievement in her life, and carried 
the greatest rewards, as failure carried the 
harshest punishment. To accept that she could 
leave, if she wanted to, but that she *didn't* 
want to. And he had known it.  He knew that when 
he returned, she would be here, waiting for him 
to use her as he chose. That whatever she wished 
she was, her illusion of independence couldn't 
compete with the lust that having him dominate 
her aroused.

He sighed heavily. "But knowing that, still you 
fought. What am I going to do with you?"

In a voice that trembled, she said "P...punish 
me?"

He shrugged.

"Perhaps. Later.  First I think I'll see what 
last night's punishment and this morning's 
reflection has done. If you behave well today, 
maybe we can avoid punishing you again. Stand 
up."

Standing, she asked "How may I please you my 
lord?" And at last, he smiled.

"We're going out Susie. You'll please me by 
following my orders and instructions promptly, 
and completely. Make me proud of you."

She inclined her head.

Going to the wardrobe, he selected her clothes 
for the day.  First, for her feet.  Like 
everything else she had worn, the boots he 
passed her had high spike heels, as she slipped 
her feet into them and zipped them up, she found 
that they reached to just above her knee, and 
fitted tightly to her calves.

He instructed her to stand, clad only in the 
boots, and passed her a hairbrush for her blonde 
mane, which was tangled from all her wild 
thrashing.  As she tamed it to silkiness, he 
walked around her, taking photographs of the 
nude body above the tight black boots.

The next thing he brought out was a long, thin 
strap of leather, and as he walked towards her  
she realised numbly that it was a leash. This he 
fastened to the choker collar at her neck.

Holding the end in his hand he stood back and 
studied her. He sighed. "Beautiful," he 
murmured.  "I wish I could take you out like 
that, but we'd be arrested." He lifted the 
camera, clicked it four times, and then he 
reached into the cupboard again  "So, I guess 
this is the next best thing."

'This' was a dress of black leather, if anything 
so skimpy could be described as a dress, with a 
zip running from hem to neckline, its fastener a 
large silver ring. She pulled it closed, not 
asking for underwear, knowing that it if he 
intended her to wear any, he would have given it 
to her.  

The skirt was scandalously short, barely 
skimming the top of her thighs, but the dress 
was so tight that had it been any longer she 
would have found walking difficult. A halter 
fastened behind her neck, and the back dropped 
away sharply to the point where her buttocks 
curved out, moulding like a second skin to the 
perfect roundness of her arse. It seemed that 
little more than the nipple was covered on each 
breast, though the globes were forced together 
into a magnificent cleavage by the tight black 
leather and the ring of the zip nestled at the 
base of the 'V' they formed like an invitation. 
She reddened her lips with the same bright 
scarlet she had used the night before, and he 
nodded in approval. She was a fantasy, a walking 
wet-dream.

"Now, before we go out, there are some new 
rules." He told her. "I think I was too lenient 
in my requirements last night, allowing you to 
call me baby.  While we are out, you will call 
me 'master' and if you have cause to speak of 
me, you will refer to me as 'my beloved master'. 
Everyone we meet, you will call either sir, or 
ma'am, regardless of age, occupation or any 
other factor. You will use these terms in every 
sentence you speak. You are to treat everyone 
with deference and respect, they are your 
betters. Answer questions put to you fully, but 
otherwise stay silent unless I tell you to 
speak. You will, of course, follow any and all 
orders I give you. Do you understand all that?"

"Yes my lord."

"Good." His voice was kind. "You'll find Susie, 
that if you really allow yourself to surrender 
to me, completely give up your control, you'll 
discover something worth much more than 
everything you lose. But I think that may take a 
little time. Still, we can make a start."

Then he was suddenly prosaic.

"Now, do you need to relieve yourself before we 
leave? It will be your last chance for some 
time."

"Yes, please."

It was good that she hadn't cherished any hope 
of him releasing the leash he held, to allow her 
privacy, as she would have been disappointed.  
But she had anticipated that he would want to 
reinforce her position of submission, so wasn't 
surprised when he walked with her into the 
bathroom, waited for her to finish, and then 
instructed brusquely "wash".

She wriggled, pulling the dress as far down as 
it would go, although that was hardly far, and 
asked him timidly "Where are we going my lord?"

"We'll start next door," he replied. "I saw Jeff 
while I was out, and he  told me he'd spent most 
of last night making up a drinks menu, just for 
you.  Jeff has quite an imagination, so I'll 
enjoy seeing what he's dreamed up for you to ask 
him for. After that, we'll just see where the 
day leads us." He picked up the camera as they 
left.

As they reached the door of the bar, Robert 
stepped ahead of her. "I'll go first" he said.  
"You'll know when I want you to follow. He 
entered, and she waited until the choker tugged 
at her throat.  He was winding the leash around 
his hand, she saw, emphasising his ownership.

Although, at eleven,  the bar had only just 
opened, it was already crowded, and once again, 
Susie saw that she was the only woman present. 
She wondered if the men used hunting and fishing 
to escape their wives and their lives, just to 
drink with their buddies. Whistles and catcalls 
greeted the picture she presented, and she 
blushed hotly as Robert led her through the mass 
of men right to the far end of the bar. He dug 
in his pocket for money, and as he pulled out a 
roll of notes, he scattered change on the floor 
into the corner of the bar.

"Pick that up for me Susie," he said casually.

She could crouch, she knew. But this was a test, 
she was aware, and she was sure that doing that 
would be a failure, a score against her. Slowly, 
she bent forward from the waist, feeling the 
micro-skirt rise up to expose her arse, with the 
marks of his belt branded on it, to the men 
clustered round. "Oh sweet Jesus," one voice 
muttered awed behind her as she stepped forward 
to pick up the last coin, and she knew that her 
naked pussy too must have been briefly visible 
with that movement.

She straightened, careful not to hurry, and 
handed the coins back, murmuring "Master," as 
she did so, and was rewarded with a smile. 

"Well, hello Robert.  Hello Susie," Jeff greeted 
them, "And don't you look... spectacular this 
morning Sugar.  I asked Robert if I could see 
more of you and this is ...so much more." His 
grin was huge. "How was your night?"

"It was," she tried to think of a word that 
Robert would appreciate, "indescribable sir, 
like nothing I've ever known before." 

"Sir?  I thought I was Jeff? What changed?"

"My beloved master thinks I don't show my 
betters enough respect, sir. He commanded me to 
be more polite." 

"It's nice to see a girl with respect." A voice 
behind her commented, "almost as nice as it is 
to hear one with a healthy appreciation of a 
cock and a good fucking."

She was momentarily confused until Jeff said "I 
turned the juke box off last night.  The song 
you were singing was so much sweeter, and it 
went on so LONG! We all enjoyed the listening to 
it, didn't we guys?"

Assent echoed from all sides as again her face 
flamed.

Robert's voice was calm as he commented "Girls 
have to be taught to sing like that, but in the 
end, they are grateful for the lessons, aren't 
they Susie-love?"

"Yes master," she replied, "I'm very grateful 
for your instruction master."

"Are those stripes on the little girl's backside 
part of the instruction, son?" a middle aged man 
asked.

Robert nodded.

The man turned to her. "And you're grateful for 
THAT, girlie?"

"I was disobedient, sir, I needed to be 
corrected. I'm grateful to be shown the error of 
my ways." She marvelled at how clear her voice 
was, and how sincere her tone as she spoke words 
that threatened to choke her.

The man looked at Robert admiringly. "Say son," 
he grinned, "you wouldn't care to give me a few 
training tips I could use on my wife, would you?"

Everyone laughed, and into the laughter Jeff 
spoke.  "Here's the cocktail list, Honey.  I 
love having women in the bar,  they order such 
interesting things. Why don't you study that, 
awhile, while I pour your _master_ here a beer?"

Susie murmured "Thank you, sir," earning herself 
another approving nod and turned her attention 
to the list she had been given.  Robert hadn't 
been kidding about Jeff's imagination.  The 
drinks were ordinary, and, she noticed, all non-
alcoholic, but the names he'd dreamed up were 
shocking. Coffee was listed as "hot cock", 
orange juice "a ride to remember" and so on. Her 
eyes widened as the flights of fantasy got 
wilder, culminating in ice cream soda - "a sweet 
creamy pussy".  There was nothing on the list 
that wouldn't make her sound like a slut when 
she ordered it. Of course.

"So," Jeff returned, "what strikes your fancy 
Susie?"

"I'd like," she swallowed "ten throbbing inches, 
please, Sir" That was what he'd called a Coke.

"And there's nothing I'd like to give you more," 
he replied to gales of laughter. 

"You, and all of us," piped up the voice of a 
boy further down the bar, who didn't look to be 
more than fourteen. His father cuffed him good-
naturedly, but Robert whispered. "Thank him for 
the compliment." and she could do nothing but 
look at the child and say clearly for all to 
hear "Thank you for saying so, sir."

Grinning Robert held out his hand, with her 
leash looped negligently over it, and took the 
list from her. He glanced down and lifted her 
eyes to hers. "You know," he said, "I can't see 
anything on this list you wouldn't enjoy. We'll 
have to see how many we can work our way
through this weekend." 

The blush had stayed on her face, but now she 
felt the blood drain away.  While the men in the 
bar might think  he was talking about drinks, 
she had seen the list and was by no means 
certain he wasn't talking literally. If he was,  
she gulped at the Coke, then there
would be nothing left of her pride by Monday 
evening.

She had dared to hope that the novelty of her 
presence would wear off, with time, and the men 
would go back to their groups and their 
conversations, but it was soon clear that Robert 
wasn't going to let that happen, and she 
suspected that Jeff had been enrolled to help 
ensure that she stayed the centre of attention.  
Although, to be honest, she thought ruefully, 
the chance of escaping that had been slim to 
start with, dressed (or undressed) as she was.

"You know Rob," Jeff was saying, his voice 
pitched to carry, "Even after listening to her 
in the car last night, I couldn't believe that 
Susie was REALLY that eager, till I heard her 
performance later. I have to say, I was 
impressed, seriously"

Robert smiled, and said "It was impressive from 
where I was too Coz. Very." And a voice from the 
crowd said "I'll bet."

Robert gestured to a table not far away, with 
two chairs.  "Can you get someone to take over 
there and join me?" Jeff glanced around, then 
waved to a short stocky man in a plaid shirt, 
who came over immediately. 

"Yes boss?" He said. So, Jeff was the owner, 
Susie thought. 

"Take this shift would you? I have..." he 
glanced at Susie "...better things to 
concentrate on, and I'll make it worth your 
while." 

"Sure boss," the man said, raking his eyes up 
and down her lasciviously, "I can see why you'd 
want to. I can see that real clearly."

Jeff ducked out from behind the bar and picked 
up the drinks, carrying them over to the table, 
and sitting in the chair which had its back to 
the room, leaving the one opposite, facing 
towards the door and the crowd to Robert, who 
sat, motioning Susie to stand beside him. She 
did so, silently, placing her feet just a little 
apart, to keep her balance on the precarious 
heels.

This brought Jeff's eyes in a direct line with 
the hem of Susie's skirt, a view which clearly 
pleased him immensely. His tongue came out to 
moisten his lips, lips that she noticed were 
very much like Robert's. So fixed was her 
attention on Jeff, that she jumped a little when 
she felt Robert brush a finger up lightly up the 
inside of her thigh from the top of her boot 
towards the spot that held Jeff's gaze. The 
touch was like a shock which pulsed through her, 
causing that familiar tightening at her breast 
and that instant dampness between her legs .

A whimper escaped from her lips, and because 
nobody was talking everyone heard it clearly.  
Eyes found the hand and several men, including 
Jeff, groaned as they saw a trickle of her 
juices escape and run down each thigh.

Jeff's voice was tight as he spoke. "There goes 
that song again." Then he looked up into her 
face. "Tell me, would you sing like that for 
someone else Susie? Or maybe several someones? 
Or perhaps you could give us all a visual 
performance, to go with the vocal one?"

The bar was hushed and she had to answer, HAD 
to, but what could she say? She wanted to shake 
her head, and yell "NO!"  and run from the eyes 
that were  burning into her, but that wasn't an 
option, she knew. There was only one possible 
reply, and the implications of it were huge. "If 
it would please my beloved master, sir I would. 
I will do anything that he tells me to."

She could feel their focus shift to Robert, her 
master, who slowly shook his head. "I'm sorry 
gentlemen, but Susie only demonstrates her full 
range when she comes." he looked up at her, "and 
because of certain... transgressions, this 
morning, I can't allow her to do that for a 
while." Disappointed, but not surprised, murmurs 
ran around the room.

She let a little of the breath she was holding 
escape.  He wasn't going to fuck her here in 
front of these men, she thought, and he wasn't 
going to let them fuck her. For a moment she had 
thought he might. Thank God!

He tugged sharply on the leash bringing her head 
down to his, which presented her backside to the 
man behind her, and allowed Jeff a perfect view 
of her tits, however, that was so much better 
than it could have been, she thought. 
"Relieved?" he whispered. She nodded. 

"Yes master." He smiled, at her but it wasn't a 
pleasant expression.

"Don't be." He hissed. "You're about to learn a 
whole lot more about submission and yourself 
than you wanted to."

He held up a hand "BUT.." he said, "but... it IS 
time for this sweet slut's next lesson, and I 
think that'll go some way to consoling you. 
Please gather round, if you'd like to watch."

There was a shuffling of feet and a scraping of 
chairs and the entire crowd was facing towards 
Robert and Susie anticipation on their faces and 
a babble of excited voices speculation on what 
would happen.

"Now," he continued "I must ask you to be quiet, 
so that Susie - and you -- can hear my 
questions, and I  -- and you - can hear her 
answers. " 

Silence fell.

"Stand up Susie," he commanded, loosening the 
leash. She snapped upright instantly.

"You like me to put my hands on you, don't you 
Susie?" He asked.

"Yes master." Her voice was quiet.

"Speak up!"

"Yes master, I like it master." Louder now.

"Why do you like it? What does it do to you?"

"It turns me on, master."

"Describe what you mean, by turned on, in 
detail, and using short simple words please."

"Yes master, of course.  When you touch me, it 
makes my nipples get hard, and my tits ache with 
the longing to be sucked. It makes me wet and 
hot and ready."

"What part of you gets wet?"

"My cunt, master," 

"Your cunt.  Ready for what, Susie?"

"Ready for your cock master, or your hand or 
your tongue, or ... anything. Ready for whatever 
you want to slide into it."

She noticed that several of the men in the crowd 
had let their hands drift to their crotches and 
were stroking themselves as she spoke. One, the 
young boy who she had thanked earlier, had 
unfastened his trousers, and slipped his hand 
inside.

"Very good. Thank you. Now, sit on my lap Susie, 
with your back to me, facing these gentlemen."

She did so, pressing her thighs together, though 
she knew that they must be able to see the 'v' 
of hair at her crotch. He laid his hands gently 
on the flesh there and addressed the audience. 
His words had the tone of a lecture, but no 
lecturer had ever been listened to with such 
rapt attention. 

"The purpose of this lesson,  gentlemen, is to 
get Susie to analyse her own desires - not the 
ones that she is prepared to acknowledge, not 
those that her upbringing has told her she 
should have, but those which she keeps buried 
for fear of what they'll show her about herself. 
 I will also get her to face those fears 
honestly. The first few questions were just to 
get her used to answering honestly, and to 
listen to how her voice sounds when she does.  
She had no choice to answer truthfully because 
she knows that I already knew the answers, and 
would be displeased if she lied.  And you all 
saw the consequences of my displeasure on her 
arse earlier. The next questions will start to 
get to the point, even if they seem irrelevant."

Then he spoke to her again. An interrogation.

"How old are you Susie?"

"Nineteen master, it was my birthday two weeks 
ago."

"And how old were you the first time you fucked 
a man?"

"Fourteen, master, nearly fifteen."

"And how old was he?"

"Eighteen master."

"Why did you fuck him?"

"Because he was the captain of the football team 
master, and he took me to the prom, and it 
seemed to be what was expected."

His hands slid up and down her locked thighs, as 
he spoke, and she shifted uncomfortably. She was 
dimly aware that she was telling her most 
intimate secrets to a room full of strangers, 
but that only one person mattered, and he was 
the one forcing her to tell.

"Before you fucked him, had you done anything 
else because it was expected?"

"Yes master, I sucked his cock, twice."

"Did he come in your mouth?"

"No master, he pulled out"

"Where did he come?"

"The first time, over my tits, master,  the 
second, over my face."

"Did you enjoy that?"

"No master. But it was better than him coming in 
my mouth."

"Where did you do it?"

"In the back seat of his car, master, at the 
drive in."

She could hear the quiet groans and panting of 
the men who watched, and she knew that they were 
visualising the scene. The hands on her thighs 
moved inwards.

"That first time you fucked him, was that in the 
back of his car too?"

"No master."
 
Gently he pressed his hands outwards and parted 
her legs. A high young voice squeaked "Christ!" 
and she heard deeper voices too, though whether 
the moans had words, she couldn't tell.

"Did you ride him or did he ride you?"

"Neither, master, he had me against the wall of 
his mother's pool house after the prom." 

"Did you like it?"

"No, it hurt and it was over in about a minute." 
At that someone laughed but she couldn't see 
who, all the faces in the crowd had blurred.

"His voice sharpened. "Repeat that answer, with 
the correct form of address" he barked.

"Oh master, I'm sorry.  I didn't like it, it 
hurt me, master and it was over so quick"

"How many times did you fuck him?"

"Just that once master. I dumped him the next 
day. I didn't want to have to do that again."

His hands moved up, and with agonising slowness, 
he drew a finger all along the lips of her 
pussy, making her yelp, and causing a chorus of 
moans, whistles and indrawn breath from the 
audience.

"You're wet, Susie," he commented, "is that at 
the memory?"

"No master, it's you, your hands, your voice."

His finger ran back and forward over her as he 
asked "How many other men have you fucked, my 
sweet little slut?"

"Three master, only three."

"Is that all Susie?"

"Yes, master, only three, including you."

"And how many of them have made you come?"

"Only you, my dear master."

His fingers parted those lower lips, and the 
juices that were pooled there flowed out as one 
finger slid into her. Without prompting, she 
opened her thighs wide, so that everyone in the 
room could see properly what he was doing. And 
Jeff, who was closest hissed through
his teeth "God, Rob, that's beautiful."

"Why do you think that is, Susie?"  the fnger 
moved inside her.

"I ... because... because I found it exciting to 
submit to you master, to be ordered."

"And you say it is my hands, my voice that are 
getting you wet now?" The finger moved in and 
out.

"Oh God!" She cried and he asked again. "Think 
carefully, is that the only reason?"

 "No master, it's the main reason, but not the 
only one."

"What else?" and his voice, suddenly was soft 
and gentle. "Tell me Susie, why else are you so 
turned on?"

She tried to speak, but her throat was 
constricted, and she couldn't the words out.

"Because I know  that you are controlling me, 
and that's exciting, and because ... I... I.... 
I...." He would be angry.

But he wasn't. In that same, impossibly gentle 
tone, he said. "Is it because you know that 
there are dozens of men here, and you are wide 
open to them, while they watch me play with your 
cunt? Because you know that every one of them 
has a hard on and aches to be where I am right 
now?" 

She nodded, knowing that even though he couldn't 
see the tears that spilled from her eyes he 
would know they were there. 

"How does it make you feel,  knowing that is 
turning  you on?"

"Ashamed, master, so very, very ashamed."

Slowly, he withdrew his finger and whispered 
"Put your legs together Susie" Although part of 
her ached to have him continue, another part was 
grateful he would allow her to stop. No voice 
protested, and not one of the men spoke.

Gently, he turned her so that she was sat across 
his knees and said "Look at me Susie" 

She turned tear-filled eyes to his, and she saw 
they glittered. 

"Susie, Susie, of COURSE it turns you on to be 
looked at. I WANTED it to turn you on, that's 
why I'm doing it, and you know that. I'm showing 
my hot little slut off - there isn't much point 
if my hot little slut isn't hot or slutty, now 
is there?" 

"N.. no master."

"It's time to let that shame go Susie. It's time 
to be the slut you know at heart that you are. I 
want you to stand up, strip for everyone, and 
then come back and give me a blowjob."

She pictured herself doing what he said.  She 
tried to rise, but shame swept over her again, 
and she sat, paralysed.

"Master.... I ... I CAN'T."

Now his voice became firm again.  "Alright.  It 
seems this lesson isn't over. Stand up Susie."

Obedience to direct orders was habitual, by now, 
and she stood. 

He turned to the men watching and smiled,  "it 
seems I'm going to need your active help 
gentlemen." He stood. "Jeff, could you shut the 
bar?" 

Jeff nodded at his employee who hurried to do 
so. As he pulled the shutter down, Robert moved 
behind her. Her wrapped the leash around his 
fist, so that it was pulled tight and then he 
reached round with the other hooked a finger in 
the loop of the zip and in one smooth movement, 
pulled it completely down. When he unclipped the 
halter at her neck, it fell to her feet, and now 
he was showing her as he wanted to, naked but 
for collar, boots and leash.  

Then he led her to the pool  table that stood in 
the very centre of the room, lifted her onto it 
and laid her on her back, her head held down. As 
the men closed in a circle around her, he told 
her sharply to spread her legs. She couldn't 
escape, so she obeyed, blood rushing to her 
skin, in a bright blush.

"Okay  gentlemen," he continued, "You were 
invited today because Jeff said every one of you 
understood rules, and you could be trusted." 

As Susie heard him speak she knew that she 
should have realised. Not random strangers, but 
a hand picked ... audience? Training group? 

"Jeff promised you something special, and this 
is it, the main event. I had hoped that the... 
climax would be my sweet girl here on her knees, 
eagerly giving a show, and sucking me for your 
pleasure, but I did anticipate that something 
more extreme might be called for, if her lesson 
was to be driven home. So I planned this 
contingency. With your help, I'm going to force 
sweet Susie to let go of  the shame that stops 
her from doing what she really wants to."  His 
hand gestured over her recumbent form.

"Please draw an number from the jar that Jeff is 
holding."

She listened with horror as he went on. "These 
are the rules.  In the order indicated by those 
numbers, you can each come up here.  You can 
touch any part of Susie with your hands or your 
mouth.  You can kiss her, suck these beautiful 
tits,"  and his hands caressed them, "taste that 
lovely pussy.  Don't stop until her juices flow, 
but as soon they do does, game over.  This is an 
object lesson in desire gentlemen, not a 
gangbang. And if any one of you makes her come, 
I will personally beat the shit out of him. 
That's MY job.  Are you all happy with those 
rules?"

The nodding heads, and assent were eager.

"And for you, sweet Susie, one rule.  Don't try 
to fake, and don't try to hide.  I want to see 
your honest responses.  If you disobey, I'll 
know, I'll change the rules and you'll find 
yourself fucking every man here." His eyes 
sparkled dangerously and he grinned.

"So, who has number one?"

A cheer arose as a hand pushed a man of about 
fifty forward, who knelt between her legs on the 
table, and bent his head to her cunt.  Held 
fast, she couldn't move away from him, and as he 
licked at her, and his tongue circled round and 
round her clit she tried to send her mind away 
from her body.  It didn't work. The licking 
became regular, insistent, and he pushed his 
tongue inside her, and, reluctant or not, her 
cunt responded. As he tasted her, he withdrew 
his tongue and moved, to be replaced by another 
man who fastened his mouth around a nipple.

And for the next eternity, or so it seemed to 
Susie, she was either in a twisted version of 
heaven, or a delightful incarnation of hell. 

She gasped and writhed  and finally arched up to 
meet the fingers and tongues that probed her, 
sucked her and kissed her. At some point the 
leash was loosened to allow her to move more 
freely, but she was too caught up in what was 
happening by then to notice when it happened. 
Some men stimulated her slowly, others aroused 
her with barely a touch, but every time a finger 
or tongue made her cry "yes" or "please"  and 
the heat bubbled from her cunt, the rhythm was 
broken and the circle moved on, leaving her 
wanting.  It was torture, yes, but torture of 
the most exquisite kind.  

She was aware of bodies changing, heavy middle-
age being replaced by toned youth or wrinkled 
age, and  not one, no matter how unattractive, 
failed to get a response from her.  The only  
face, however,  at the end, that she could 
associate with a specific act was the boy, the 
one who had been cuffed for cheek and creamed 
himself at his first sight of her pussy.  She 
didn't think she would, ever, in her entire 
life, forget screaming out "Oh great God in 
heaven!" as that .. that CHILD plunged his 
tongue deep into her anus sending a jolt of pure 
bliss through her and making her juices gush to 
cover his face in a glistening film.

Through it all, her master watched her 
contorting and cavorting, his face a picture of  
predatory delight, and when at last it was over 
he lifted her into his arms and said, "So, sweet 
Susie, have you learned your lesson yet?" 

"I think so master," she replied quietly.

"What was it?"

"That I'm your slut, master, to command  in 
EVERY way -- even to share, if that's what 
pleases you.  That it doesn't matter what I 
think I want, or I believe can do, if you want 
me to do something, I will, eventually.  And 
I'll enjoy it.  Is that right?"   

"Very good, Susie. I'm proud of you."

"Truly master?" she whispered, hoarse and 
wracked. 

"Truly."

"Then, please, please, make me come master.  I'm 
burning with desire, aching.  I don't care how 
you do it, but I NEED to come." 

"That seems a fair reward," he smiled, and still 
carrying her, walked towards the door.

"No master, please," she said, and he looked at 
her in surprise.

"What's wrong, little love?"

"Here," she begged. "Do it here, master, now. I 
can't wait any longer. And I want everyone to 
hear me sing for you, and watch while I do. I 
want all my teachers to see what I've learned."

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Part Four
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Until now, whenever he had touched her it had 
been to teach her, to coerce some reaction from 
her - whether she wanted to give it or not. To 
humble her by forcing her to acknowledge  that 
he could compel a response from her body, 
however little she believed she wanted to 
respond.

This time was different. This time, at last, she 
had given herself completely to his mastery, 
without reservation, and without shame.  

He placed her gently back on the table and had 
her kneel on all fours - "So I can reach every 
part of you," he had said.

His hands, not needing now either to restrain or 
impel, were light and tender and ran over her 
skin, barely touching, tracing the curve of 
spine and buttock,  the swell of her breast and 
the concavity of her belly. Kisses followed 
fingers, like gentle fire.

Her body, stimulated and denied time after time 
over the  previous hours, felt every touch  as 
if it was a caress directly to the pleasure 
centres of her brain. As a hand glided along her 
back she threw back her head with a gasp, 
exposing the whiteness of her throat to his 
stroking fingers; as their tips ghosted over 
nipples that were painfully tight and erect, she 
cried out. The shudder of her first climax took 
her even before the caresses brushed across the 
heat of her groin.

"Do you want to stop, sweet Susie?" he whispered 
in her ear, so none but her could hear it.  "If 
you do, just say so... this time it's ALL for 
you."

The shake of her head was emphatic, although she 
didn't speak, and so he didn't stop. Moving 
round behind her, still holding the leash of 
leather in his hand, she heard him clamber onto 
the table and unfasten his pants.

She could see the eager eyes of the watching 
men, as she pushed herself back slowly to take 
his cock  into her, gradually and deliciously, 
hear their heavy ragged breathing, and feel 
their excitement,  but this only served to 
intensify her pleasure.

Robert's actions as they fucked were almost 
languid - slow, smooth and long, his cock 
caressing her inside as his hands did outside, 
and the sounds she made for him were mostly 
wordless, mewlings and whimpers and cries of 
pure lustful delight, though from time to time 
she would exclaim "Yes!" or moan "please". He 
moved on her like surf on the shore, graceful, 
potent - the tempo building gradually and 
inexorably as they both climbed towards the peak 
together. Finally, she tightened around him with 
a shout of "oh my lord! Yes!" At the same moment 
she felt his warmth gush into her, and heard him 
give a gasping 
yell of release. 

Then, he moved off of her and pulled her to him ,to hold her cradled in his 
arms, as, unspeaking and awed, the circle of their audience broke apart and the 
men filed silently out of the bar, as if stunned by the profundity of the 
passion they had been a party to, and compelled to allow Susie and Robert 
privacy to recover. Even Jeff, she noticed dimly, stood, his back to them, 
facing out.

At last he let her go, and stood, fastening his clothing. He passed her the 
dress that lay discarded on the floor, as she sat, still, breathing deeply, and 
he zipped it onto her body, when her hands trembled too much to do it herself.

"Come," Robert said. "you must be exhausted and starving. Let's get you home 
for a while to eat and sleep, before we go out this evening."

She could only nod, and he slipped an arm around her waist, and supported her 
back to the cabin, saying "Nine O'clock" to Jeff as they passed.

In the cabin, he sat her at the table, this time on the cushioned chair, and 
with swift spare movements placed a plate of fresh bread, cheese and fresh 
fruit in front of her.

"Eat," he commanded, but there was nothing but kindness in his tone, and she 
wolfed the food down, savouring the tang of the strong cheese, the crustiness 
of the bread, and the sweetness of the fruit as if it was the finest meal she 
had ever eaten. When she had eaten her fill, he helped her to her feet, and 
undressed her carefully, leaving her dressed only in collar and leash, then 
picked her up and carried her to the bed.

Sitting, he place her so her head was in his lap, and said, quietly, "Sleep 
now, little love, you've earned it.  I'm very pleased with you."

She nuzzled into his crotch, smelling his sex, and hers, on him, and drifted 
into sleep as he stroked her hair.  

When she woke, refreshed, the cabin was dark, apart from one candle, burning. 
 Susie found that she had been moved, and was covered with a sheet, while on 
the bed beside her, he sat, his face deep in shadow. Even so, she could feel 
eyes watching her, and a devil of mischief prompted her to stretch dramatically 
and sinuously pulling her breasts from under the silk cover. 

But the chuckle that came from the shadows wasn't Robert's.

"Still horny, even after this afternoons... exertions, Susie?" Jeff's voice 
asked.

Long years of instinct took over and she snatched the sheet back up to her 
chin, and Jeff chided, "Come now sweetheart, that isn't friendly - and I could 
have sworn you were a friendly girl. You certainly looked pretty damn friendly 
earlier."

"Where's ...?" she looked round for Robert, still clutching the sheet over her.

"Rob's gone out to get food.  We were going out, but since you were sleeping, 
it seemed kinder to stay in.  He was going to wake you, but I persuaded him you 
deserved your rest, after this afternoon's little performance. I enjoyed it by 
the way, very much. I'm thinking of putting a plaque on the pool table to 
commemorate it."

His voice was teasing, but still the blood rushed to her face, and he laughed.

"Really, Sweetheart, I'm surprised you can still blush, but I have to admit, 
you're even prettier with that rosy glow. Now,  why don't you just drop that 
sheet, and sit up here beside me, and we can chat, and get to know each other a 
little better, while I admire your assets, and.." she felt a tug at her neck, 
and realised that the leash was still attached to her choker, and Jeff was 
holding it, "... I won't have to tell Rob that you didn't behave nicely."

Susie was at a loss what to do. She didn't know whether Robert would be more 
displeased if she complied with Jeff, or if she refused, but another tug on the 
leash decided her. She had been left here, with him, naked, and the leash had 
been passed into his hands - obviously, obedience was expected. She sat, and 
let the sheet drop away.

"That's better." he smiled "Much better. Although..."

"Although?"

"Although the view would be better if you sat on my lap facing me, don't you 
think?" 

"I guess so." As straddled the broad man's lap, kneeling on the bed, she was 
able to see him clearly in the candlelight and she realised how similar he 
looked his cousin. He was a few years older, and much less thin, but the family 
resemblance was evident in the eyes, and the mouth. Somehow that made it 
easier, she thought, as he raised his knees a little gently put his hands on 
her shoulders and pushed her down so that her buttocks rested against his 
thighs, and her groin nestled snugly against his.

"Oh yes," he murmured, and his hands slid from her shoulders to take hers, and 
his eyes rested on her breasts "This is MUCH better." 

Then he smiled at her, an open, friendly smile, and said "Hi. I'm Jeff, I'm 
thirty years old, and I own the bar next door."

It was such a silly thing to say, in the circumstances, that she couldn't help 
smiling back.

"And you have the loveliest breasts, I've ever seen," he went on, "and what I 
want to do right now is touch them."

He cupped the creamy fullness and his thumbs made lazy circles around nipples 
that rose almost inevitably to his touch. Susie's body seemed to have a mind of 
its own this weekend, she thought. Maybe it was his resemblance to Robert, but 
she found, with only a little surprise, that she wanted this man.

"So, now I've told you about me," He leaned forwards and darted his tongue 
across the tip of her nipple. She gave a gasp and a little jerk. "Tell me about 
you. Start with the important things - like did you really enjoy this afternoon 
as much as you appeared to?"

"S.. surely you could tell, when you touched me..." she stammered as again he 
gave a teasing little lick, then a sharp tugging suck which sent a pulse though 
her. 

"Ah, but I didn't touch you this afternoon, Susie, I simply organised the event 
and recorded it for posterity" he said, nodding at Robert's camera.

"Y... you didn't?" she was suddenly curious, "why?"

"Because when I touch a girl, like this," again he caressed her breasts, "And 
make her wet like THIS" a hand slipped down between the two of them to gently 
cup her sex and feel the dampness he knew was between her thighs, "I have no 
intention of stopping before she comes," and with this a fingertip found and 
rubbed lightly over her clit.

"So," he murmured, as she wriggled against his finger, a tiny moan escaping her 
lips, "You did enjoy it?  Remember, this is me you're talking to, not Rob, and 
you can tell me the absolute truth, without fear I'll punish you."

Then, from behind them, she heard Robert's voice, "I'll never punish her for 
telling the truth Jeff." Immediately, Susie went to scramble off of the man's 
lap, but Robert forestalled her, "No, stay where you are my sweet, I owe my 
cousin here a huge debt for this afternoon, and it pleases me to pay my debts. 
 I'm sure he'd accept your ministrations in payment, unless you're reluctant. 
And you look anything BUT reluctant, to me. Are you?"

"N.. no master." Dammit, she thought, must she always stammer? "I'd like to 
please you... and Jeff. He... I...." The finger at her clit rubbed again and 
her voice became a moaning "ooooooohhhhhhhhh...."

"Then answer his question, my little love, and give him your whole attention, 
until I speak to you again."

"Y.. yes, master."

She looked into Jeff's eyes. " I...I don't know if  'enjoy' is the right word. 
 I was stimulated, aroused, and well...horny enough for anything..."

"Like now?" Jeff asked, a twinkle in his eye, and his finger flickered against 
the excited nub again. 

Involuntarily she giggled. "Even more than now. I loved it and hated it all at 
the same time" Although she was concentrating on the man beneath her, she was 
acutely aware of her master, sitting silently, listening to her every word. 
"The frustration was torture, being constantly brought to the edge, then 
dragged back, and the embarrassment of knowing that I was so hot that ANY man 
could have had me, maybe all of them, and I'd have let them and loved it, was 
horrible, humiliating. I was like a bitch in heat, and that made me ashamed. 
But..."

"But.." Jeff prompted her.

"But, physically, it felt just soooooo good, and my master was there, smiling 
at me, and I knew that I was doing what he wanted, and that was.. rewarding, 
liberating. He was PLEASED that the other men were enjoying my body, pleased 
that I was responding to them. He wasn't disgusted with me, he was proud, and 
that meant that maybe I didn't have to be disgusted with myself. It didn't stop 
the shame, but it made me.. I don't know.. question it maybe. And then, after, 
when the other men were finished and I asked my beloved master to fuck me there 
in front of them ... "

She didn't even notice how instinctive the term had become to her, how she 
thought of him automatically as both 'master' and 'beloved'. 

"I'm not sure why I did it, but .. well I wanted to.. maybe thank them for the 
pleasure they'd given me, and show them I'd done everything for him, all at the 
same time. And I knew it would make him happy, and I wanted so much to make him 
happy. And then he touched me and ... he didn't fuck me, he *made love* to me 
and it was the sweetest, most incredible most... the most... shaking.... thing 
I've ever known."

"Wow!" Jeff's voice was pensive, "And now you're going to fuck me, or let me 
fuck you because that will please him?" He had stopped rubbing at her, and the 
tingle in her groin receded.

"N.. no.  I... I'm going to fuck you, if you still want me to, because I... I 
want to. Y.. you must feel that, surely." Her tone was sincere, and a little 
yearning,  "But if he'd said no, I'd have stopped."

Jeff smiled and then...

"Oh God!" The cry was wrenched out of her, as he gently stimulated her clit 
with a rubbing pinching movement of his fingers that brought juices bubbling up 
like a well-spring.

"I want you too," he said, and he took her hands and guided them to the 
waistband of his pants, "as soon as possible. I haven't lost my hard-on from 
the moment I set eyes on you."

Her hands were urgent in releasing his cock, pushing his jeans and jockeys over 
hips he lifted to accommodate her. As it sprung free of the constraints, he 
took the hardness in his hand and rubbed the tip teasingly against the clitoris 
that throbbed from his attentions.
 
"Please Jeff,"  she whispered, "Don't tease me.  I don't want to be teased any 
more, I just want to fuck, please." 

Smiling, he positioned himself at her opening, and as she sank with a whimper 
claiming him with the heat of her cunt, he pulled her tight onto him, his hands 
gripping her arse.  He felt good inside her, she thought, better than any man 
other than... the one who was watching silently from the shadows. Somehow, as 
she moved on the older man, she was as acutely aware of the younger as she had 
ever been.  

Knowing that Robert's eyes were on her, she moved faster and harder on the cock 
she was riding, clenching the muscles of her cunt tight around it, so that Jeff 
cried out "Oh Christ!" and buried his face in her breasts as his hips drove up 
to plunge him as far  into her as he could reach - she was paying a debt for 
her master, and he would expect her to give Jeff the fuck of his life. She 
moaned as Jeff's frenzied bucking below her met her own grinding downward 
motions, and she pressed her lips on his and thrust her tongue deep into his 
mouth as the friction pushed her to an orgasm that was followed only moments 
later by his. A click and a flash told her that this too had been recorded.

When she broke the kiss, Jeff was left gasping.

"Thank you," she smiled at him.

"No, thank YOU," he replied, "you were... a fantasy.  And Rob, you are possibly 
the most generous man in the world for sharing this lovely creature with me."

Robert walked into the candlelight, a smile on his face, and he lifted a 
fingertip to stroke her cheek as she sat, still impaled on his cousin's cock. 
"It wasn't so much sharing as a loan," he replied, as he sat beside the coupled 
pair, and his hand caressed idly down Susie's back, then turned her face 
towards him and kissed her softly.

"Should I move, master?" she asked, but he shook his head, and resumed his 
stroking. It was a gentle, pleasant feeling, especially coupled with her 
connection with Jeff. A sensual pleasure, rather than a sexual one, as if she 
was fully aware of every nerve in her body, but not, at present, driven to do 
anything rather than float on a haze of comfort and closeness.  Jeff's hands 
rose too, to play lazily with her breasts, and from the back of her throat she 
made a sound like purring, and both men smiled. For a long while that, and 
breathing, were the only sounds in the silence

As she floated, her eyes drifted closed, so she didn't notice a significant 
look pass between the men.  "No, that wasn't sharing, not really," she heard 
her master say, as his stroking moved lower to caress the curve of her 
buttocks. "I wonder what it would be like to really share." A finger traced the 
crack of her arse, as the hands fondling her tits suddenly seemed to grow more 
insistent, plucking at her nipples. She whimpered as the heat of desire 
threatened to wash over her again.

"I wonder ..." there was a tautness in Jeff's tone, and inside her she felt a 
stirring in his cock. He pulled her forward to 
kiss first her eyes, and then her mouth and his 
arms tightened round her, to hold her to his 
chest. The kiss was sweet and slow, and again 
juices flowed as she responded both to his kiss 
and his quickening.

Beside her she could hear the unmistakeable 
sounds of clothing being removed.

Her eyes snapped open, just as hands again 
traced the contours of her bottom. A bottom that 
was now lifted and exposed.

"Would you enjoy being shared, do you think, 
Susie?" Robert asked as moistened a fingertip in 
the juices that flowed from her and massaged it 
gently around the tight ring of her anus.

Her first instinct was to cry out no, and 
struggle, when she remembered the afternoon, and 
the surge of delight that had shook her when a 
tongue had been thrust into that opening, and 
she forced the instinct down, and forced herself 
to consider the question objectively.

"I... I don't know, master"

The fingertip pressed at the opening, and she 
gasped as the tight ring of muscle gave way and 
the finger was inside, stroking.

It felt... good.

"I think you will enjoy it, if you let 
yourself," Robert said, "I think you will enjoy 
it, as much as we do. The question is, whether 
you will allow yourself this much."

"I've never done this, master," she told him, 
"I've never had a cock in my arse, and it scares 
me.  I want you to be the first ... it's the 
only virginity I can offer you, master, and I 
want you to have it. But to be filled, back and 
front... I... I'm not sure"

"I won't force you into this," he said. "You can 
choose.  If you want to, I'll move, so that you 
can suck me as you ride, and I won't blame you 
if that's your choice."

She heard Jeff give a give a moan,  "Pleeease, 
Susie," he breathed, and she felt him spring to 
full hardness inside her as he responded the 
finger moving against him through the thin wall 
that separated her anus and her cunt. 

She wished he would stop that distracting, 
delicious stroking while she decided, she wished 
that Jeff's cock would stop the twitching that 
made her so very wet, she wished ... that she 
could refuse him this one thing, but she knew 
she wouldn't.

"Yes, master" she whispered.

He withdrew his finger, and she felt his hands 
spread her cheeks, felt the head of his cock 
there, ready to replace it "You want this, 
you're sure?"

"Please master," she begged "do it now, before I 
change my mind" She lifted her arse like an 
invitation, and as he pressed steadily forward 
to accept it, and he forced her down on the 
hardness in her cunt, she felt  her world 
explode.

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Part Five 
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Susie was burning in a flame of lust as the two 
men moved inside her, and the muscles of her 
cunt and arse gripped tight on the rigid flesh 
that filled her. There was pain, somewhere, but 
it was dwarfed by the ecstasy. She was hoarse 
and her voice almost gone from the screams of 
bliss that had ripped from her throat as 
Robert's hardness in her anus first drove her 
down onto Jeff so far that she thought his tip 
brushed her cervix, and she felt the two cocks 
press together through the thin wall that was 
her skin. 

The climax had been sharp and sudden - but it 
didn't stop. Each thrust lifted her to a new 
peak and there was male hardness everywhere - 
skin and muscle and bone - as they held her 
pinned between them, and their hands explored 
every part of her. She felt a new heat as 
Robert's cock pumped his load deep into her 
bowels and shortly after Jeff's seed flooded her 
womb, the juices of the three spilled over, 
mingling and marked them all with the signs of 
their joint passion. It was an almost religious 
experience - it left them all moved, and Susie 
was altar and sacrifice, both.

They lay, after, the woman between the two men, 
silent, motionless, stunned. No one spoke before 
sleep claimed them. 

Robert woke first, as the first rays of dawn 
filtered through the window, and he touched Jeff 
lightly on the arm, and whispered a few words to 
him.  Both men slipped from the bed, leaving 
Susie sleeping, and showered.

She was brought gently to consciousness by the 
sensation of warm water on her skin, as the men 
bathed her where she lay, soap and sponges 
gliding over her, then towels rubbing her to a 
warm, dry pinkness. She purred and moved 
dreamily, sensuously under the tender touches, 
aroused but not urgent.

Then Jeff leaned over, kissed her softly and 
said to Robert, in a quiet, regretful voice.  "I 
should go, leave you two alone. I'll never 
forget last night."

"Stay," Robert said, and Susie added her voice 
to his, her tone sincere, pleading, "Please stay 
Jeff."

How could he refuse?

The long leather leash lay along Susie's body, 
between her breasts, parting the golden curls at 
her groin, the end coiled on the bed, black 
against the whiteness of the sheet and the 
thighs that lay slightly apart. 

Robert traced the length of it with his finger 
then unclipped it from the collar, and put it 
aside. 

"I don't think we'll be needing this any more." 
He commented

"No, my lord, my master," she breathed, "you 
won't need that again."

On Robert's instructions, Susie made a breakfast 
of  ham and eggs, toast, coffee, and orange 
juice, a sheet draped round her to save her from 
burning fat. They ate, ravenously, all three, 
food having been forgotten in sensuality the 
night before.

Then the day passed in an erotic dream, a dance 
of bodies, a song of sighs. From time to time, 
they broke off to eat or drink, but it was just 
a pause in the whirling ballet of  sensuality.

...Jeff spread Susie's thighs wide to lap avidly 
at the hot sweetness that lay between them, as 
she slid her mouth hungrily along her masters 
cock, lashing him to climax with her tongue and 
savouring the salty taste of his seed in her 
mouth...

...Susie knelt, her head bobbing in Jeff's lap, 
while Robert's hands slid in and out of the heat 
of her core, and the moans she made were stifled 
and vibrated through her lips on the shaft she 
was sucking...

...Robert sat drinking wine and smiling, as he 
watched his cousin part Susie's cheeks as she 
lay face down, and saw Jeff claim the arse that 
rose up from the bed to rub pleadingly against 
his groin...

...Jeff lay, leaning on an elbow and playing 
with her breasts, as Robert placed her feet over 
his shoulders and plunged his cock deep into her 
as she bucked and writhed beneath him, and 
begged him never to stop...

...She straddled Robert and rode him, facing his 
feet, while Jeff embraced her and kissed her, 
their tongues rigid, thrusting in and out of 
each other's mouths in imitation of the hardness 
driving into her cunt...

...They all lay, almost dozing, a man suckling 
contentedly at each of the woman's breasts, and 
while one gently massaged her clit and pussy the 
other slipped a finger deep into her anus to 
lazily stroke her inside...

... and finally, she took their hands in hers 
and lifted them to her mouth and kissed them, 
and begged them to please, please take her 
again, just once more, like that first time, to 
fill her utterly, to flow out of her, to make 
her fly. And they did.

The room reeked of sex and sweat as at last they 
fell into an exhausted sleep, snuggled together 
like children.

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Part Six 
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Susie woke to the sound of a door being quietly 
closed.

Robert was still sleeping, but Jeff had already 
left, leaving a note on the pillow. It wasn't 
addressed to her, but it was left there, open, 
so she couldn't help seeing it.

"Rob," it read.

"I must get to work.  I'd say that this has been 
a great weekend, but that would be like saying 
that Bill Gates was 'reasonably wealthy'. I'm 
sure I'm  not going to forget it for a long, 
long time.

"Praise Susie some for me, she deserves it, and 
tell her I've decided I'm DEFINITELY going to 
put that plaque on the pool table.

"If you get time, bring her into the bar again 
before you leave, I'd like to kiss her goodbye. 
I only wish I could stick around a bit longer so 
I could do more than that.

"Thanks Coz

"Jeff"

As Robert stirred and stretched beside her she 
was instantly solicitous. "My lord? May I serve 
you? Please?"

He smiled, and rolled on top of her, positioning 
himself between the thighs she spread to welcome 
him. "Indeed you may," He said, as he plunged 
his cock into her impatient cunt, and her legs 
came up to wrap themselves around his waist.

He was rested, and refreshed, so after her first 
orgasm rippled and flowed along his shaft, he 
rolled them over, so that she was astride him, 
and the morning sunlight shone on the breasts 
that bounced as she rode him eagerly.

They finished with him behind her, her face 
buried in the pillows as she drove herself back 
onto his hardness and called out her joy for the 
third time.

He was reading the note as she came back from 
the shower, and he motioned her to sit at his 
feet, back to him. Then he dried and brushed her 
hair, saying. "Jeff says you deserve praise, 
little one, and he's right. You were superb 
yesterday, my sweet. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you, my lord, but I don't deserve your 
praise." She blushed, "I loved every minute of 
it."

She could see his smug smile in the mirror. 
"Yes," he said, "I know."

He braided her hair into a long plait, and the 
clothes he passed her from the closet were her 
own.

"We have to go home," he said, "so I guess 
you'll need these."

When she was dressed, she looked in the mirror. 
Apart from the glow on her skin that came from 
being well fucked, nobody would ever guess that 
she had ever been anything other than a 
princess.  There was no hint of the slut in the 
demure, lovely creature reflected back at her. 
Her hand rose to the choker round her throat, 
the symbol of his control. It looked like 
nothing other than a pretty accessory.

"I'll take it off when we get to your house," he 
said. "Now," Shall we go and say goodbye to 
Jeff?"

She nodded. "Please." She could still be polite, 
but the words "my lord" didn't spring to her 
lips in these clothes.

He noticed, but said nothing, and he didn't 
touch her as they walked the short distance to 
the bar.

Jeff greeted them warmly, but murmured "I 
preferred your other look, little Susie. I'm 
almost scared to ask for a goodbye kiss with you 
looking like that.  Almost."

She smiled at him, and leaned forward into a 
long, slow, gentle kiss.

"Bye Susie," he said, "If you're back this way 
again, look me up."

"Bye Jeff," she whispered.

Robert hugged his cousin, and then, silently 
they left.

She spoke, finally, into the silence as they 
drove, saying "I... there is something I would 
like to understand, if you wouldn't mind 
explaining."

"What is it?"

"I... um... in the past boys have always been 
nice to me, but they have never really affected 
me.  Then YOU came along, and you treated me 
like some kind of whore or chattel. You used me 
and beat me, turned me into a public 
entertainment, encouraged other men to touch me, 
shared me with your cousin like some delicacy, 
and instead of being repulsed, I... it.... ALL 
of it..."

"It made you horny as hell, right? You couldn't 
get enough of it."

"Y... yes."

He laughed.  It's because the world is fucked 
up, Susie. It sees someone beautiful like you, 
and it treats that beauty like it's some kind of 
achievement, as if it's something you've done, 
rather than something you are.  You've been 
spoiled and petted and ... worshipped,
just because you're pretty."

"Those boys you've known before have wanted to 
possess your beauty, but they didn't know how, 
were too scared to do too much, in case you 
denied them. So every time they touched you they 
held back, they were hesitant. Even your parents 
have never really disciplined you, for fear of 
damaging that loveliness, I'll bet. All the 
power has always been yours, simply because you 
are pretty." He lifted a hand from the wheel to 
touch her cheek as she nodded.

"That's wrong," he went on.

"Wrong?"

"Beauty isn't an achievement, it's a duty you 
owe to other people, to make them happy." His 
hand gestured to her breasts. "Those tits are 
lovely, but what's the point of them, if someone 
isn't looking at them, touching them, sucking 
them? Your pretty mouth is much better used 
crying in pleasure or sliding eagerly along a 
cock than it is pouring scorn on people who 
weren't born with your advantages."

"Why do you have a cunt  except so that it can 
be fucked, and its sweetness exists to be 
tasted? Even those perfect round cheeks you sit 
on are more perfect when they're parted to give 
access to the opening between them. We are given 
the gifts we have in order to serve. But, until 
this weekend, nobody ever expected you to serve, 
instead, they served you. That made your pride 
and your ego feel good, but left your body 
discontented, because it wasn't doing what it 
was meant for."

"Your whole body is built to give pleasure, but 
you were using it to give pain.  I made you use 
it properly - without holding anything back. I 
forced your body into service, and demanded that 
it was used to please me, any way I chose. I'm 
not scared of your loveliness, because I know 
that it can only really blossom when you put it  
to the use it was designed for, and give up your 
artificial pride in something you didn't create. 
 When you do ..." He smiled, "Well, you've felt 
what happens when you do.  Duty has its rewards."

She felt a stirring of indignation. "Are you 
saying that every woman wants to be dominated, 
secretly?" 

He laughed.  "Not at all.  Lots of girls, pretty 
or otherwise, instinctively know what I was 
having to teach you the hard way.  Maybe they've 
had better parents, maybe they're just brighter, 
but they are able to share - COMPLETELY share - 
without being made to do so.  You can generally 
recognise them, they smile a lot. The 
discontented ones are the ones don't know, and 
who've never been taught. And lots of good 
looking boys are just as badly in need of 
teaching as you were - but I'm not the right 
teacher for them. I WAS the right person to 
teach you though - as I'm sure you must admit."
 
"Maybe you'll be able to share properly, one 
day, Susie, without being pushed to it, but 
you've been very badly spoiled - I think you 
might always need someone who's strong enough to 
make sure you remember what your prettiness is 
for. But you've come a very long way this 
weekend."

They stopped a little later to eat a quiet lunch 
in a small town, at a drugstore. As they left, 
he picked up a large rectangular parcel from 
behind the counter, which he tossed in the back 
of the car before they drove off.

He turned on the radio, and nothing more was 
said until at last they pulled up outside two 
clearly empty houses.  Her mother and father 
were still away at her grandparents' ranch in 
Texas, and he had lived in the large house next 
door alone, since his parents had been killed in 
a plane crash, two years earlier.

He opened her door, and let her out, just like 
any boy who had taken her out on a date, and she 
stood in front of him, not knowing what to say, 
or even what to call him.

He seemed to read her mind. "Perhaps you should 
call me Rob, from now on, like Jeff does," he 
suggested.

"Y.. yes Rob." She replied.  She wanted to smile 
at him, but she felt close to tears.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a 
small jewellers box. "These are yours," he said, 
"you earned them." Her mother's earrings, she 
knew.  Then he unlocked the collar at her 
throat, and took the parcel he'd collected at 
lunch from the back seat of the car.

He put the circle of black leather on top of the 
brown paper package and handed them to her. 
"Keepsakes," he said.

She wanted to smile at him, but she felt tears 
at the back of her eyes, so instead she brushed 
her lips quickly over his, whispered goodbye, 
and ran up the steps and into the house.

She dashed up the stairs and threw herself onto 
her bed, feeling the safety and comfort of her 
own room all around her.  For a while she cried, 
not sure whether the tears were relieved or 
regretful.

Then, she opened the parcel.  It was a 
photograph album.

She flicked through the pages, wide-eyed.  It 
was all here, from the first shot of her naked 
in red heels to her lying sated on the bed that 
morning.

There were ten pages of shots of the pool table, 
four on each page, each showing a different man 
touching her breasts, kissing her or licking her 
... oh dear God, she thought, forty of them!

There were pictures of her and Robert in the 
bar, and pictures from yesterday: her with her 
lips around Robert's cock, her with Jeff buried 
in her arse. The only thing that wasn't there 
were the times when she had had both men 
together. Her parents would KILL her if they saw 
these.

She was almost fainting with shame, until 
suddenly, she noticed her face in the pictures.  
It was just so incredibly beautiful. She forced 
herself to look through every page again, and 
she saw it.  She was transfigured in these 
pictures, her eyes shining with ... bliss. Her 
lips parted and moist, her skin glowing with 
excitement. Darkness fell as she looked at them, 
over and over again.

And she made a decision.

Going to her closet she looked through the 
clothes there in growing frustration. Nothing 
suitable, nothing! 

And so it was that she stood in front of the 
mirror, ten minutes later, her mother's diamonds 
sparkling in her ears, and her blonde hair loose 
and flowing down her back.  She reached up and 
fastened the black leather choker around her 
neck, hearing the lock snap, picked up the 
album, and left the house.

And she walked, naked in the moonlight, to his 
door, and knocked.

He opened it and a smile spread all over his 
face.

"These are yours," she said, holding out the 
album, and when he took it, her hands, empty 
now, gestured down her body, "As I am, if you'll 
have me.  I need you, my beloved master. Take 
me, and teach me - please." And, careless of who 
might see, she knelt in front of him, and bowed 
her head.

He took her hands and drew her to her feet, 
leading her into his home and his life, saying, 
"With the greatest of pleasure, my sweet, 
lovely, SEXY little Susie."

And he closed the door behind her, shutting out 
her old life as he welcomed her to the new one 
as his lover, his student, and his willing 
servant.

email: frantic@wildchild.co.uk

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