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WARNING!  This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains
Strong Sexual Content.  It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior.

If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state, nation, or planet that
prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!!





"Tamika's Choice"



By sfmaster@worldnet.att.net



Archiving permitted, reposting is permitted; but only if you

include this statement of limitation of use and notify the author by e-mail.
The author forbids you to make, distribute, or sell multiple copies of this
story on paper, disk, or other fixed format.

However, individual readers may make single copies of the

story for their own, non-commercial use.



Copyright (c) 2002 by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net



Attn: Readers please feel free to send e-mail to the author.  I do want to
hear from you!  Please mention whatever newsgroup or Website that you read
this story from so that I can keep track of my own work!



Introduction:

Over the past few years, I've gotten a few emails asked why my stories all
have white Middle to Upper Class Characters.  Of course that's a clich  in
BDSM fiction; as the scene is becoming more multi-cultural everyone is
represented.



For years now I've wanted to write a story where my main characters are
black, but it took a long time before all the pieces fell into place.



Anyway, here is new story called "Tamika's Choice."



Enjoy!



            *****







"Tamika's Choice" by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net



Tamika Jones took one final look at herself in the bedroom mirror.  She had
taken pains to prepare herself exactly as Rodney had asked; no required was
the better word.



Before she had met Rodney, getting prepared for a date was simple - or at
least as simple as it could be for an average woman like her.  First a
shower, then doing her hair and nails, applying makeup, and finally
dressing; all to go out with a man.



Thirty-two years old, with a good figure, and not an ounce of fat.  Luckily,
she had a slim figure that she kept trim through diet and exercise.
Genetics had been on her side also, as black women could store plenty of
fat.  Which wasn't Tamika's style at all.  Tamika wanted to be able to fit
into designer clothing; and look attractive.



But for Rodney, attractive wasn't enough.  He wanted more.  He
wanted.submission.



They had met at a party given by one of Tamika's fellow faculty members out
on Long Island.  Tamika taught at one of the CUNY Community College campuses
trying to teach English Literature to kids raised on TV who had never read a
book in their lives.  She had not wanted to go to the party, but Jane, her
fellow teacher, had insisted, telling Tamika that she should get out more.



It had been a fairly average party, mainly attended by other College
teachers that Tamika had met over the years.



And then she had met.Rodney.  Tall, thin, athletic, he looked like a College
Teacher, down to the glasses he wore.  They had been introduced, and hit it
off immediately.



"Tell me, where do you teach?" Tamika asked.



"No I'm not a teacher," he replied, "I'm a computer tech; I design, install
and maintain corporate computer networks in Manhattan."



"You don't seem like the computer type," she commented.



"Pays the bills.  Tell me, are you dating anyone just now?" he asked.



"You're awfully direct."



"That's the only way you get anything in this world," he answered, "well?"



"No," she replied.



"Would you like to go out then?"



"No," she answered, playing coy.



"Surely you're not a rules girl are you?" he asked, "rules girls are the
ones that end up with a quart of ice cream for a date - instead of a man."



Tamika laughed - now here was a guy with a brain for a change - not just a
cock!



"Yes, I'll go out with you," she answered.



Their dating had started out normally.  Tamika had been surprised to find
that they lived pretty close together in Queens, so he would pick he up at
her apartment.



The first date had been out for a movie; and their second at his apartment -
he had cooked a wonderful Italian Dinner, complete with wine and
candlelight.  Ordinarily, she would wait until the third date before bedding
a man.  But Rodney had been so charming and intelligent she let him seduce
her.



It was after a few weeks when things had gotten a little strange.



"Tamika, have you ever been spanked?" Rodney asked.



"Spanked?  You mean during sex?"



"Yes," he answered, matter-of-factly.



"No," she replied.



"Want to try it?  A red bottom can increase your sexual pleasure," he
offered.



He had just been so charming, so intelligent, that she couldn't say no.
Naked, she lay across his lap.



Slap!



Slap!



Slap!



His first spanks on her ass cheeks had been mild, but quickly gained
intensity.  Tamika had just about been ready to ask him to stop when she
felt herself growing wet between her legs.



"Ooooooh!" she moaned.



"Do you want me to stop?" Rodney questioned.



"No," Tamika answered.



Slap!



Slap!



Slap!



Tamika had always heard that the line between pleasure and pain was awfully
thin.  She had never thought that she would be across a man's lap being
spanked.  But the feeling was just sooooo good!



Slap!



Slap!



Slap!



"Fuck me!" Tamika declared when the heat in her bottom had gotten too
intense, "Fuck me!"



"Fuck me please, Master!" Rodney told her.



"Fuck me please, Master!" Tamika repeated, not really hearing her words, too
horny with desire to notice.



It was only after he had placed her on the bed, and spread her legs, did the
word "Master" register on Tamika's consciousness.  Still, she was so intent
on sex, she matched Rodney thrust for thrust as they bounced together on his
bed.



Later, while cooling off and sweat pouring from her naked body, she laid her
head on his chest and wondered about what had just happened.



"Rodney, what was Master supposed to mean?" Tamika asked.



"You're not in the scene are you?"



"Scene, what scene?"



"Bondage, Tamika."



"You mean where people just get together for a beating, right?  Surely you'
re not into THAT," she commented with evident distaste.



"Yes I am, I'm called a Master."



"As in Master and Slaves, right?" Tamika asked.



"Yes."



"You've got to be kidding, right?  That's for sicko white folks, not us.
Remember, we were real slaves - my family comes from Georgia."



"Mine came from Texas.  What does that have do with anything?  The Scene is
different from what happened in the past.  You have the option of always
walking away.  Nothing is forced or coerced.  You submit yourself willingly
to another, and in exchange you get to experience sex on a whole new level."



"Getting whipped isn't my idea of a good time," Tamika answered.



"Did you like that spanking?"



"Well, yes," she hesitantly answered.



"You might find that you'll enjoy getting bound and whipped too."



"I'm not going to be a plantation slave," Tamika replied.



"It's not like that," laughed Rodney, "not like that at all."



"Just what do you do?" Tamika enquired.



"Let me show you some of my toys," he answered.



"Toys?"



"Sex toys," he answered.



Tamika got off his chest, and he rose.  Opening a dresser drawer, he removed
a pair of handcuffs; a paddle; a riding crop; a leather collar; a leather
strap with a red ball in the center; and a few other items.  Rodney placed
them all on the bed, for her inspection.  Tamika had no idea what these
things were.



"Women let you use these things on them?" she asked, really?"



"Yes," he answered.



"Handcuffs?" she said, holding them in her hands.



"Want to try them?" he asked, "they will have the effect of making you
helpless, and combined with a collar and ball-gag and leashed, you'll feel
very vulnerable and exposed."



"Well, I don't know," she answered.



"You liked getting spanked, didn't you?" he asked, "and we've gone out long
enough so you know that I'm not an axe murderer.  So why not give it a try?"



"How do I know you'll release me?" Tamika asked.



"That's the trust that is established between a Master and his slaves."



"I'm not going to call you Massa," she answered, "is there anything else I
can call you?"



"Lord," he answered.



"Yes, Lord," she replied, "please place me in your bondage."



Tamika then offered her wrists to him, and inside she was shaking like a
leaf.



"If you ever want to me stop, just say Mercy," he told her, "later on I'll
teach you about Safewords."



Tamika's first introduction to Bondage was one of the scariest, ye most
intense sexual experiences in her life.  Rodney had clicked the cuff around
her right wrist, then ordered her to turn around, and locked the other cuff
around her left.  There was something sexual in the way that the ratchets
clicked, making her helpless.  She stood impassively as the leather collar
was locked around her neck.  Next, Rodney held up the leather strap with the
red ball in the center.



Realizing that it was a gag, Tamika opened her mouth to accept the ball into
her mouth.  Rodney then locked the thing on her with the roller buckle,
tightening it slowly.



"Mmmmmmph!" cried Tamika when she understood that her power of speech had
been taken away.



"Almost done," he told her.



Tamika liked to wear high heels, not those silly flats.  She believed in
being sexy and attractive - and there was nothing that could attract a man
more than a pair of sexy high heels.



Rodney placed her discarded heels on her feet, and then produced another
chain with cuffs that he locked on her ankles.   Finally, a leash was
attached to her collar.



"Stand up, my submissive," he ordered, "and look at yourself in the mirror!"



Tamika did as she was instructed, and was shocked at how she looked - and
felt!



She pulled uselessly at her handcuffs, and tested the chains on her ankles.
The gag in her mouth had taken away her power of speech, and she felt truly
exposed and helpless.  Tamika gazed at the riding crop on the bed, fully
realizing that Rodney could easily use it on her naked body if he so
desired.



Tamika also realized that being in bondage was a big turn-on.  She knew that
her nipples were hard, and that her sex was wet with desire.  This was
sexual bondage.



"Mmmmmph!" she cried.



Rodney placed a half-dollar into her fingers and closed her fingers around
it.



"If you want to be released, just let the coin fall," he told her.



Tamika nodded, and kept the coin clasped in her palm.



"Let's go for a little walk," he told her.



Rodney dressed himself in a robe and slippers, and then proceeded to lead
her about the house by her leash.  Tamika willingly followed, enjoying the
feeling of vulnerability that this gave her.  This was a new sexual feeling
for her, and she wanted to enjoy it.



After what seemed an eternity, but was only about fifteen minutes or so,
Rodney released her.  Tamika gasped when the ball was removed from her
mouth, and rubbed her wrists even though the cuffs hadn't been tight at all.



"Thank you.Lord," Tamika told Rodney.



"Do you want to continue in the future?" Rodney asked.



"Yes," she answered.



"Excellent," he answered, "your education has just begun."



            *****



A few weeks later, after a very strenuous exercise session at the health
club, Tamika had showered and was drying herself off in the women's locker
room when her exercise partner and Debbie glanced at her naked body.



"What are those marks?" Debbie asked.



Tamika and Debbie had been friends ever since they had attended college
together, and had no secrets between them.  Until now!



"I locked myself out of my apartment and had to crawl into a window so I got
some black and blue marks," Tamika answered.



It wasn't until later during lunch when Debbie laid her bombshell.



"Tell me, how long have you been in the scene?"



"Scene, what scene?" asked Tamika.



"Bondage scene, silly.  You don't fool me, and those are crop marks.  I
should know - I've had quite a few myself."



"You're into Bondage?"



"Sure.  And Mark is my Master."



"You're into this whole scene too?" Tamika asked.



"Let's just say that I find regular sex a bore."



"You like getting tied up and whipped?" Tamika asked.



"Sure," Debbie answered, "don't you?"



            *****



Rodney had given her some books to read, starting with "Story of O."  One
evening, after she had finished grading some papers after a test, she had
opened a bottle of white wine and started reading.  Tamika was so engrossed
in the book; she couldn't stop until she had finished it all.  Here was a
story of a woman who had totally given herself over to a man - who next gave
her to someone else.  She had endured penetrations; whippings; and brandings
all to show her love for someone who didn't love her!



Glancing at the clock, she was shocked to find that it was the early hours
of the next day - and she had to teach an early 8 AM class!  She was going
to be a wreck the next day!  Plus she had to work in the reading lab!
Trying to get kids who had never read a book in their lives to read
something.



Still, in bed she just couldn't take her mind off what she had read - and
felt.  Rodney had given her a few others, with titles like SM 101.  Now what
could be in those?



The year before, she had refused to sign a feminist petition against "Story
of O."  She simply didn't agree with the idea that a College Faculty member
should be involved in banning a book.



At the time, she didn't bother to read it.  Perhaps she would have felt
differently then!  But now, with her body on fire from being used by Rodney.
Wearing his collar and chains, being cropped - was an entirely new sexual
experience for her!



            *****



Every week with Rodney brought new surprises, and Tamika didn't know what to
expect.  Her introduction to bondage had been slow and measured, and nothing
had been forced.  She has chosen a Safeword - "Sinful"; but had never had to
use it.  Instead Rodney had been so skillful with her that he left her
wanting more each week, making her eager to return.



"Mmmmmph!"



Tamika was hanging by her wrists, totally naked, her ankles locked into a
spreader bar.  Rodney had placed a set of nipple clamps on her that were
driving her wild.



Rodney stood before her, wearing a black leather vest, black jeans and
boots, and holding a flogger.



"Ready, my submissive?" asked Rodney?



"Mmmmmph!" Tamika answered, helpless in her bondage.



Rodney pressed the familiar coin into her palm, and she clutched it tightly.
Two weeks before, in the throes of ecstasy while being cropped, she had
released the coin by accident.  Not only had Rodney immediately released
her, but had insisted that the session was over for that weekend.



Whack!



Whack!



Whack!



The leather flogger was made of several strands of leather, which marked on
impact.  Tamika stood her ground, absorbing the blows, eager to show Rodney,
and herself that she was by now an experienced submissive.



Whack!



Whack!



Whack!



The combination of her nakedness, bondage, and punishment had made Tamika
extremely horny.  Once Rodney had finished flogging her, Tamika couldn't
wait for him to take her to bed.  Over the weeks, she had noted that her
punishment sessions had grown longer over time.



"Mmmmmph!"



When she had started training, she had worn the regular ball-gag.  However,
now she wore the more elaborate training gag, that had a chinstrap, and a
double strap that joined into one that went over her head.  In addition, she
had also worn a penis gag that she had sucked eagerly on.



Besides her mouth, Rodney had also introduced her to a dildo harness.
Tamika had grown used to dildoes in her sex and bottom during their
sessions.  She had discovered that she enjoyed having her holes filled
during a session - her orgasms we that much more intense!



"Bondage slut!" Rodney declared, as his fingers probed her wet slit.



"Mmmmmph!" Tamika cried.



Debbie had been right, this was MUCH better than just getting laid - and
watching as man rolled over and went off to sleep!



"Mmmmmph!" Tamika cried when Rodney gently pulled at the chain connecting
her nipples.



"Perhaps your nipples should be pierced, along with your sex - that way you'
ll always remember that you're my submissive!" said Rodney, before her began
again to flog her.



Whack!



Whack!



Whack!



His flogging raised her skin temperature, heating her up in more ways than
one.  Sweat began to form, and droplets coursed down her naked figure,
running between her breasts, down her chest and between her legs, and down
her flanks.  Tamika glanced at herself in the mirror that Rodney had
insisted be placed in his "Playroom."  She saw herself as his eager and
willing submissive.



"Mmmmmph!" Tamika cried.



Finally, it was over when Rodney undid the roller buckles of the gag.  Once
the ball was out of her mouth, she took several deep breaths.



"Thank you, Lord," she said, her chest still heaving.



"Kiss the flogger," he ordered.



Tamika complied, eager for what she knew would happen next.  Rodney released
her from her bondage, but she still wore a collar, and leather bondage
bracelets on her wrists and ankles.  A pair of her own heels had been locked
on her feet, which was no impediment to their lovemaking, since they usually
screwed on top of the bed, not under the covers.  Somehow, having sex while
still wearing her bondage implements made that better as well!



In the Playroom was a mattress on the floor.  Tamika lay upon it as Rodney
removed his clothing.  At the sight of his erect cock, she kissed his
growing organ.



"Fuck me, Lord, please!" she asked.



Tamika lay down on the mattress, her body on fire from the flogging that she
had received.  Rodney, naked by this time, had a truly massive erection.
She smelled his raw masculine odor, enhanced by the flogging.



She removed a condom from the mattress, and opened it with her teeth, then
placed it on his ebony shaft.  Then she opened her legs to admit him, and
she moaned with both pleasure and pain as he entered her, and then pushed
himself in all the way.



"Fuck me, Lord!" Tamika cried, her body raging with desire.



As Rodney pistoned himself into her, Tamika moaned with pleasure.  Her
entire body was afire, from the flogging and now being fucked like a common
slut.



She moaned, screamed, and bucked beneath him, matching him thrust for
thrust.  He pressed down upon her breasts, his hands pinching her nipples,
making her even hotter, if such a thing was possible!



"Aaaaaaa!" Tamika moaned, "Aaaaaaaah!"



It was as if the world had exploded between her thighs as she experienced
one massive orgasm after another.  The combination of flogged and fucking
had truly brought her to a new level.



            *****



"Had a good time?" Rodney asked after breakfast, with the Sunday Times
spread over the coffee table.



"Lovely, Lord," Tamika, answered, "After that flogging, I'm going to be sore
for days."



"Feeling guilty?"



 "Well, yes," she answered, "I've never felt this way before.  Getting tied
up and whipped, it just doesn't seem right."



"I told you that everything is consensual, didn't I?"



"Yes."



"And you've enjoyed it?"



"Yes," she admitted.



"In that case, let's go shopping today.  How about a drive into Manhattan?"



"Whatever for?"



"Why some fetish clothing, darling.  And you certainly have the body for
 it."



"Fetish clothing?"



"Yes, you'd look great in a Maid's outfit?"



"I told you I'm not going to be a Plantation Mammy," she answered.



"Let me show you what I mean," he said, rising from the couch.



He then produced a glossy catalog that definitely wasn't Vogue or Elle.
Instead it was for all kinds of women's clothes in PVC; leather; and latex.
Tamika was engrossed in the catalog, imagining herself wearing this
skintight type of clothes.



"Wow, Lord, this is really something," she observed.



"You've got a wonderful body, Tamika.  This is clothing to dress up for
sex - and bondage."



Tamika opened the catalog to show a Maid's outfit in PVC.



"Just imagine yourself in that outfit, wearing your bondage bracelets,
tottering around in five inch heels.  When you make a mistake, I place you
over my knee, raise your skirt, and give you the paddling that you deserve.
Then lock a dildo harness inside you - every step reduces you to an orgasm!"



"That's really something Lord," Tamika answered.



"Yes, and I think that you'll really enjoy it."



            *****



The trip to the S&M store was one of the strangest experiences that Tamika
had ever had.  When they finally parked nearby, Tamika realized that she had
actually been in the neighborhood many times, and she had no idea that there
was anything like this available in the city.



After being buzzed inside, Tamika was excited by the sexually charged odor
of the shop.  There, in tightly packs racks were the same PVC clothes that
she had just seen (and gotten excited about) in the catalog.



"Can I help you?" asked a saleswoman.



"Yes, I'd like a few things for my submissive - beginning with a bodysuit."



"Of course," she looked at Tamika, guessed her size, then removed one from
the rack and handed it to her, "Fitting room is in the back."



"Thank you," Tamika answered.



This certainly wasn't Macy's!  Tamika had once been insulted one Valentine's
day when a previous boyfriend had bought her a red chemise instead of candy.



Now she was trying on clothing that outlined every one of her female curves,
which fit her like a second skin.  And the saleswoman had told her that
rubber was an even tighter fit; and more sensual to wear as well.



Trying on the Maid's outfit had been the strangest of all.  Looking at
herself in the mirror, she imagined herself as Rodney had told her.  Perched
on high heels, doing chores, waiting for the inevitable spanking!



Once the clothing was decided on, she looked over the store's other stock -
and was surprised by the fact of other couple's shopping there as well.



They had lunch, and then drove back to Queens.  Rodney dropped her off at
her apartment, and she brought her purchases inside, feeling a little
sheepish.  Had she really allowed Rodney to buy herself such clothes?



Halfway though doing some schoolwork, her curiosity finally got the better
of her.  Rising from her desk, she walked into her bedroom and stripped off
her clothes.



Selecting the PVC bodysuit, she put on a pair of pantyhose, then zipped
herself into the bodysuit.  Rodney had also bought her a pair of sluttish
heels, which she then placed on her feet (in the shop she had noticed heels
that could be locked on with a real lock!); and finally a pair of elbow
length gloves completed her outfit.



Tamika admired herself in the mirror - the way the shiny black fabric hugged
her body, and reflected the light!  She ran her hands over the smooth,
sensual fabric, feeling it through the gloves fabric.



Her heart pounded in her chest.  Why did the best sex in her life have to be
kinky perverted bondage sex?



            *****



That evening, Tamika's curiosity finally overwhelmed her.  She had taken all
of Rodney's purchases and hand hung them carefully in her closet.  The one
item that she hadn't tried on was the Maid's uniform - which she had handled
like it contained a live snake.



Tamika removed it from her closet, and removed her top and jeans.  Looking
at herself in the bedroom mirror, she zipped herself into the Maid's
uniform.  She smoothed the material down over her stomach.



"No Maid's outfit was ever like this," Tamika said to herself.



She next put on a pair of sexy strappy shoes that she rarely wore, but were
perfect for an outfit like this.  Walking carefully, she admired herself in
the mirror.



"Hello?" she said when she picked up the phone.



"It's Rodney, darling - how are you doing?"



"Fine, Sir," she answered.



"Are you wearing anything?"



"The Maid's outfit, Lord."



"Very good.  Do you have your vibrator handy?"



"Sir!"



"Pull your panties down and use it, and I'll stay on the line."



"Yes, Sir!"



Tamika did as she was instructed, making sure that Rodney could hear the
vibrator's buzzing sound.  She pulled down her panties, and then eased the
vibrator into herself; bring her to climax fairly quickly.  Somehow it didn'
t seem right to fake to fake it; and besides she knew that Rodney wouldn't
hesitate to punish her if he ever found out.



"Ooooooh!" She cried when she climaxed into the receiver.



"Very good, Tamika," he complimented, "you've learned to follow orders."



"Yes, Sir!"



            *****



"Do you enjoy wearing the fetish clothing?" asked Rodney as they ate dinner
together in a local restaurant.



"Yes, Lord," she answered softly.



"Do you like it?"



"Yes, Lord, very much.  It makes me feel very sexy."



"We can use it in our scenes."



"I'm looking forward to it, Sir," she replied.



"Good - this Saturday night then."



            *****



Lying in bed that night, Tamika remembered the weekend when Rodney had
strapped her into the dildo harness.



He had made her stand naked as he locked a leather belt tightly around her
waist.  Then he attached a strap at the front, and Tamika noticed that it
had a rubber dildo facing inwards - he was going to place it in her sex!



"Are you kidding - what kind of thing is this?" she asked.



"Don't knock it till you've tried it," he cautioned her, "open your legs."



Tamika did so, and Rodney positioned it at the entrance to her sex.
Gradually he pushed it in, filling her completely.  Finally, he locked it
behind her back.



"Walk!" he ordered.



After the first couple of steps, Tamika had an orgasm.  It soon became
apparent that wearing this thing would be an agony of pleasure!



Tamika stood impassively as Rodney locked her wrists behind her back.  She
was going to wearing the harness for some time!



            *****



Tamika had prepared herself according to his instructions.  She had rouged
her aureole; and then sprayed perfume between her breasts and legs.  She
wasn't wearing any underwear either!



In a small case she had packed some her fetish clothing.  This was stuff to
be work in the house, not for going out.



Rodney came and picked her up, and they drove back to his house.  He had
cooked another wonderful Dinner, and Tamika ate, expectation clearly on her
mind.



What was going to happen tonight?



After the dishes had been placed in the sink, she looked at Rodney.



"You can get dressed in the bedroom, and don't forget to lock the bracelets
on," he ordered.



"Yes, Sir," she replied.



In the bedroom she slipped off her dress, looking at herself naked in the
mirror.  On the dresser were arranged her collar and bracelets that she had
grown so used to wearing in the last few months.



She put on the Maid's uniform, zipping it up, then arranging it on her body.
Tamika admired herself in the mirror, and then locked the collar and cuffs
on her wrists and ankles.  Finally came her heels, and her outfit was
complete!



Still not wearing any underwear, she knew what was going to happen - and she
just couldn't wait!



While working for her Master's degree at CUNY, she had written a paper for
her film class: "Black Maids in Film."  For years the only role that had
been available for Black Women in the film industry was that of a Maid -
period.  It wasn't until the 50s that a precious few Black women were able
to break out of that role.



Yet here she was, dressed up as a Maid!  But no Maid on (Hollywood) film had
ever worn this outfit of tight stretchy PVC; high heels; collar; and bondage
bracelets on her wrists and ankles.  She toyed with one of the "D" rings on
a wrist cuff.  So very handy for securing her for a flogging!



The sink was full of dishes, and she washed them under Rodney's watchful
eye.  When she came to the last dish (an old one from a set that Rodney no
longer used) which already had a chip, Tamika washed it, reached out to
place it on the rack - and instead dropped it on the kitchen floor, where it
obligingly smashed.



"What was that?" Rodney demanded.



"I broke a dish, sir!"  Tamika quickly answered.



"That's the third this month!  You're the most clumsy Maid I've ever hired,
and you're fired!"



"But I need this job, sir!" she protested.



"You've got to be punished - over my knee for a spanking!"



"No, sir!  Not a spanking - it will be so embarrassing!"



"Either that or you lose your job!"



"Yes, sir."



She meekly followed Rodney back to the Living Room, and he sat on the couch.
Tamika draped herself over his lap.



"Slut!" Rodney declared, "Why aren't you wearing any panties?"



"I just want to feel sexy, sir!" she answered.



Whack!



Whack!



Whack!



Tamika loved it when he began to spank her.  In fact, she hoped that he
would use the paddle on her bottom as well!



Whack!



Whack!



Whack!



"Ooooooh!" Tamika moaned when she felt his fingers invade her already moist
sex.



"Slut!  I suppose you think this is all a joke!"



"No Sir!"



Crack!



Crack!



Crack!



The Paddle impacted on her bottom like a rifle shot, stinging her already
tender flesh.  Tamika knew that she was going to be reminded of this night
every day this week whenever she would try to sit down.



Crack!



Crack!



Crack!



"Perhaps a session downstairs will teach you a lesson?" Rodney taunted her.



"No, sir!  Please no, not again!"  Tamika loved to playact like this -
actually there was nothing more that she wanted to be taken downstairs and
used as a submissive.  Her naked body stretched taught between two pillars,
while being cropped or flogged, a gag between her lips and a dildo in her
raging sex!  There was simply nothing to compare it to - nothing!



"On your knees, slut.  We're going downstairs, and you'll never break a dish
again!"



"No, sir!  Never!"



Tamika got her wish, and was sore for the next week.



            *****



His company had called Rodney away to a Computer training session, and
Tamika missed his presence in her life - and his array of sex toys as well.



Tamika was in the Laundromat, when she met Carl, a former lover.



"Hey, baby, what's happening?" He asked.



Carl was thin, muscular and very cute, very much the ladies man.  Which was
precisely the problem - he couldn't just go out with one woman at a time.
He had to have multiple girlfriends, and Tamika didn't like the idea of
sharing her man with anybody.



"Nothing much," she answered.



"How about Dinner, just like old times, baby."



"No thanks, I'm seeing someone."



"Who?" Carl asked.



"Somebody different, someone who can handle one woman at a time."



"I've heard that you're seeing a guy called Rodney - what does he have that
I don't?"



"Respect, that's what!" Tamika answered.



"You'll be back," he said, "just like all the others."



"Don't hold your breath, Carl.  You'll have a real long wait before I ever
want your type again."



Tamika had wanted to say that for a long, long time!



            *****



Rodney picked her up at her apartment, and Tamika couldn't wait to see him
again.  When she got into the car, she hugged him tightly and planted a kiss
on his cheek.



"Wow, you're glad to see me!" Rodney observed.



"Yes Sir!" she answered.



"And very submissive too!"



"Yes Sir!"



"Do you still want to go out for dinner and a movie, or would you rather
just have a pizza and then do a scene?"  Rodney asked.



"Pizza and a scene sounds wonderful, Lord!" Tamika answered.



For Tamika, there was now no other way.



THE END

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