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Subject: {ASSM} Debi's Tale - Chapter 02
Date: Fri,  7 Feb 2003 21:10:03 -0500
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Debi's Tale - Chapter 2

Without waiting for an answer, I opened the front door of Debi's
house.  There before me, as naked as the day she was born, stood
an extremely attractive woman.  This was the very first chance I
had had to see her completely naked form in a good light, and it
took my breath away.  I should have been whipped for not
attempting to see it all earlier.  Debi was exceptionally well
formed.  Please allow me a discreet amount of satisfaction in
describing her in as much detail as I can.

  Without hesitation, I began a systematic and utterly private
examination of her every pore.  I used all of my senses.  For at
least ten minutes, I looked, touched, smelled, tasted, and listened.
I had told her to bathe and spend a lot of time primping her body
just for me.  I told her to be certain she wore nothing with the
exception of her favorite scent that she would use as if she were
going out on a blind date.  This would be no run-of-the-mill blind
date.  She was told to be perfect for me.  Perfectly naked.

  Freshly bathed, nude and on exhibit, she stood rigid and tall for
me, as I had requested.  Well, as tall as her 5 feet 2 inches would
allow her.  Eyes open and looking straight ahead, head up, chin
out, shoulders back, chest proudly pushed forward, arms raised and
fingers locked and resting atop her head, legs spread about a two
feet apart.  Standing alone in the center of her living room, she
stood this way for me, and accepted my long, personal appraisal of
her body.  I started at the top, and worked my way to the floor.  I
closely examined every curve, crease and goose bump.

  At her sweet age of 25 years, Debi sported medium-length
(lower shoulder-blade/top of the breast) hair.  It is blonde, with just
a hint of strawberry hue to it.  The tint was so slight, it was almost
unnoticeable...but it was there.  It was medium-fine to the touch,
not thick and heavy and not unmanageably thin, with but a slight
under-curl at the bottom.  Draped as it was, covering the tops of
her shoulders, it framed an exquisite face and neck.  The slight curl
inward of the hair ends was the solitary modification she did to
spruce it up.  No more, no less.  Clean.  Glossy.  Freshly brushed.
Smelling like lilac.  Not overpowering, but just a trace of scent.
No noticeable split-ends.  Trimmed evenly.

  Her eyes were crystal blue (almost clear topaz in color) that
accentuated the lightly tanned face and silky hair.  No other eye
color would have been a more perfect match for her features.  The
whites of her eyes were clear and bright, an amazing natural
quality.  Her eyelashes were long and a little bit darker than her
natural hair color.  I felt that she had not colored them.  They were
natural lashes.  I did feel that she had taken the time to brush and
curl them.  If memory serves, natural lashes are almost always
straight, but hers had a definite upwards curl.  I could be mistaken,
but I doubted that.  She curled them for me.  How sweet.

  She wore noticeable makeup.  I made note to talk to her about it.
I enjoy a made up woman, but not overly so.  In fact, I prefer
almost none.  Don't get me wrong.  She wore very little makeup,
but the colors and tones needed to be fixed.  At least, that was how
I felt about it.  If she wanted her makeup to look more feminine, I
could help.  She needed a little guidance there.

  At 25, her skin is marvelous to the touch.  She has a clean and
almost wrinkle-free face.  Oh there are always smile-lines and
small creases, but her face was firm.  She stayed out of the direct
sunlight, for the most part.  You could tell that.  But she did have a
tan.  Not only on her face, but also all over.  I guessed it was a
tanning bed tan.  It was too perfect.  Nice, but not God-made.  I
liked it.  A lot.  She needed a couple more sessions, but her color
was almost perfect for her.  I made note of that as well.

  I touched her body.  No part of her went unfelt by me.  I did not
caress, as that would come later.  I just wanted to examine the
texture and feel of her in my hands.  Her skin was soft, yet firm
and.  Her taught skin lusciously graced her slim, pert body.
Nowhere, as I gazed at her lightly bronzed nakedness, could I see a
single mar, scar, or blemish.  No tan lines.  No splotches.  No
blotches.  No moles.  She sported perfectly curved features.  She
had a clean and almost wrinkle-free face. Oh, there are always
smile-lines and small creases, but her face was firm.  She stayed
out of direct sunlight, for the most part.  You could tell that.  But
she did have a tan.  I guessed it was a tanning bed tan.  It was too
perfect.  Nice, but not God-made.  I liked it, a lot.  She needed a
couple more sessions, but her color was almost perfect for her.

  Her arms were thin and long, but had not yet developed the
typical female waggle, nor had her throat showed any sign of
waddle.  She would, however, need to begin a training regime in
order to keep them that way.  I would instruct her on this, as well
as the proper exercises for all her other parts.  Her armpits had
been shaved, and I was certain to keep them that way.  Keep the pit
hair in Europe, I say!  It has no place in my world.

  Not an ounce of her was over or underweight.  I saw no part of
her to break up the perfection of her taught skin except several
barely noticeable (you really had to look close...and I did) freckles
just on the upper mounds of each of her lovely breasts, just slightly
above her nipples.  Curious.  Once I noticed those few freckles, it
was as if they were exactly duplicated, but opposite, on each
breast.  To this day, I wonder at them.  Mirror images of each
other.  Amazing.  Just like her breasts.

  There was absolutely zero droop in those unbelievable breasts.
She sported breasts that were large for her elfin dimensions, and I
presently discovered that they were deliciously firm and perfectly
filled a size 34 C-cup.  Envision slightly tanned breasts, fixed with
perfectly round 1 1/2" dark pink (not red or brown) aureoles,
centered with the most beautiful 3/4" long, marvelously crinkled
nipples I had ever seen.

  Those nipples were perpetually stiff and pointed out with a very
slight upturn.  They would look enchanting, no doubt, with some
sort of silver-linked chain attached to each of them.  Piercing them
would never be out of the question, but it had to be done just right.
Deforming them would be a sin.  I would think long and hard on
this issue before I made my selection of ornamentation.

  Her breasts had not yet begun to sag.  As I gazed upon, and felt
firmly of them now, I wondered if they ever would.  She later told
me that she had always kept them firmly supported in position,
much to my glee.  Another mental reminder was made to be sure to
inform her to persist in treating them as precious as she had been
doing, and to never forget that gravity...sucks.  They were two of
her most priceless possessions, and to ignore them would be her
horror, later in life.

  Standing before her, I saw that her small, flat belly was slightly
oval-formed with an "innie" navel.  I wondered to myself what
kind of bauble would look nice, tucked in there.  She was thin, but
on a petite scale, not model thin.  I could just barely make out her
rib cage.  As I had been touching her during my examination, her
breathing had increased, and I could tell she was excited by my
physical inspection.  Each intake of air caused her breasts to rise
ever so slightly.  Sensual, in the extreme, I must say.

  The dimensions of her waist and hips created and formed an
exquisite hourglass figure.  She had a small waist, but not pinched
in.  I could take my large hands and almost manage to completely
surround her waist with them.

  Her thighs were powerful and muscular, but not muscle-bound.
They were firm and tight.  They were the perfect shape and when I
had her put her legs together, I could see the smallest of gaps just
below her crotch.

  I made her spread her legs again, and thoroughly examined her
cunt lips.  I made no bones about pulling her lips apart to see the
pinkness she was trying to hide within.  She gasped aloud when I
pinched an outer labia lip in each hand and pulled them widely
apart to feel the tension in then.

  She was sopping wet by this time, and that only made it easier
for me to search for and find her erect clitoris.  She was quite
excited by this, as was evident by her gasps of air each time I
touched it, and flicked it with a fingertip.  I stopped touching it and
slowly pushed one, then two, then three fingers into her wet cunt.
Her legs started to shake as I slid them in and out, testing the
pressure she provided by the walls of her vagina.  Yes.  She was
quite tight, and I felt her cunt contract on my fingers over and over,
enjoying my probing.  Joy!

  I stopped, abruptly, since if I did not, I would have jumped her
bones then and there without finishing my examination.  Slipping
my fingers out, I tasted each one, savoring her delicious treats, and
found her taste wonderful!  The aroma she exuded was like candy
to my nostrils.  She had a candy store, and I was a kid longing to
taste and eat more.  I would.  Later.

  Moving on, leaving her breathless with desire, I saw that her
kneecaps were sexy, as well as the lower portion of her legs, also
shaved clean.  I did feel a little stubble, and when my hands ran
across it, I glanced up at her face.  She felt my hand rasp the
stubble and knew, without a word, that she needed to redo them
properly.

  She would need to shave herself from asshole to ankles.  I would
certainly see to that...but later.  Debi's ankles were solid but not
thick.  Her feet were small, but delicately formed with well-
manicured and polished toenails, the color of pink coral.  That
color had to go.  It had to be changed.  I would decide later on the
correct hue.  Most definitely a darker shade of red needed to be
used on all her nails.  They must, of course, match.

  Standing again, and moving around behind her, I moved her
arms down to her sides and examined the firmness of her
shoulders.  Done with that, I placed her hands back atop her head
and sought out the muscle tone in her back.  Both were firm and
muscular.

  The firm caresses I was administering were still exciting her, but
I did not stop there.  The firm globes of her ass, now void of any of
the redness previously placed there by her earlier spanking, were
pear-shaped and the bottom of them tucked nicely into the backs of
her thighs.  I squeezed them both firmly with my large hands,
spread her cheeks apart, and took a quick lick of her rear entrance.
She gasped aloud and actually pushed herself closer to my tongue.
Forcing myself, I then ignored the tiny, clean pucker centered in
the crack of her cheeks.  I had already been there, and would return
soon enough.

  The backs of her knees were smooth and shapely, and the rest of
her feminine proportions fit her height and weight with not a trace
of fat.  In the entire time I have known her, I have never located
any fat on her body.  Trust me.  I searched her from head to foot,
stem to stern, follicle to cuticle.

  She was ship-shape and ready to sail, and I had the perfect mast
picked out to mount deep within her hull.  I had completed my
inspection of her body, and calmly strolled around her to stand
before her again.  My blood was boiling in my veins.  I suspected
hers was, as well.

  As earlier stated, when I entered, she stood before me in all her
newborn splendor, in reference to her nakedness, that is.  No way
was that body newborn, except as a newborn sex slave.  She had
no idea how demanding I could be.  She would learn.  I dedicated
myself anew to that effort.

  The flickering yellow candlelight in the room melted across her
physique, sparkling off her moist gemstone eyes.  Eyes whose
countenance fairly dripped sexuality.  I smiled, more for myself
than for any other reason, at my good fortune to have her before
me.  She saw me smile, and she smiled back.  I turned my smile
into a glare, gazing directly into those eyes.

  There was no mistaking that she saw my passion change.  She
stopped smiling and lowered her gaze.  I wondered at her ability to
follow simple instructions.  I had taken almost 15 minutes to
examine her.  "I am finished", I said.  As I had told her earlier, this
would be her clue that we would go onto the next step of her
transformation.

  I said, "Now I want to see how you walk.  I want to watch how
your naked body moves.  I want to observe and see what sways
and what bounces.  Walk to the end of the hallway and back."  She
lowered her arms and turned away to walk up the hallway to her
bedroom.  As I stared after her, she began to walk away from me,
swaying her hips and ass trying to show off to me.

  I startled her by saying, "Stop!  Don't shake your ass at me!  It's
beautiful.  You know it.  I know it.  Everyone else knows it.  You
don't have to flaunt it to everyone.  I want natural movement!
Come back and do it again."

  She returned and began walking away again.  For a long time, I
gave her more instructions.  Things like, "Natural!  Be natural!
Move your arms more.  No, now that's too much.  Try again.  Yes,
that's better.  Try it again.  Keep your head up.  More!  Don't keep
your hands wide open like that.  Close them a little.  Now come
back and do it again.  When you walk, make your body movements
flow, not sway.  Be conscious of all of your body parts, all the
time.  Watch what you're doing!"

  Something wasn't right.  I told her to show me her shoe
collection.  I found the perfect pair, and told her to put them on.
When she returned to the hallway, she was wearing a lovely pair of
white 3" leather spikes.  I had her walk for me again.  "Place one
foot in front of the other when you walk.  Stand up straight!  Stop
wobbling!  Tighten your leg muscles.  Control the shoes.  Don't let
then control you!  Now shorten your steps just a little, they are too
long.  Yes!  That's right.  Feel how your toes work in the shoes.
Placing one foot in front of the other makes your entire form move
the way it was designed.  It shows off the muscle tone in your
thighs and legs.  No excess jiggling!  The shoes make your tits
bounce.  Control it!  Too much!  Good!  Now smile!  Men will
cum in their shorts just watching you walk."

  I had her practice her walk for another 5 minutes as I watched.
Back and forth she made her way up and down the hallway,
learning how I wanted her to move.  When I was finally happy
with the changes, I stopped her in front of me and said,
"Remember what you've learned today.  Don't forget it.  Practice
your walk.  Always practice it.  From this moment, you will walk
that way whether or not you have clothes on.  No matter what you
are doing, you will always walk as you have been taught.  I don't
care if you're walking into the kitchen to get me a drink, or going
to take a piss.  Walk correctly.  From now on, those are your
training shoes.  Don't let me see them off of you for any reason.
Always wear them unless I tell you otherwise.  Since your feet are
small, the shoes are the perfect height for your legs and ankles."

  We were done with that part of her training, and without waiting
for a response (she was told not to speak unless requested), I
moved on to her next lesson.  I wanted desperately to put my cock
in her, and my control was fading, so the next lesson was in the
proper method of disrobing her Master.  Pretty much the only thing
she had to do was unbutton, unsnap, unzip and simply to kiss each
button, snap and zipper once it was opened.

  Starting with my shoes and socks, she had to kneel before me.
She removed them, bent over and kissed each toe as they were
exposed.  This was obedience training.  As a sex slave, she had no
choice but to learn her tasks and position in life, perfectly.  She
folded the socks in half, and placed one on top of each shoe,
placing the shoes neatly together a small distance from her.  She
stood before me again, still naked accept for her pretty white
shoes, and started on my shirt.  She unbuttoned and kissed each,
correctly.  When the shirt was removed, she had to kiss and flick
each of my nipples with the tip of her tongue, then suck each one,
making them erect.  She folded the shirt neatly and placed it atop
the shoes.

  She unbuckled my leather belt, removed it completely from the
belt loops on my pants and kissed the buckle.  Folding it in half,
she lowered her head and raised the belt to me, presenting it to me
with both hands as though it were a golden gift.  I took it from her,
tossed it over my bare shoulder, and she continued on.  I was
surprised that she would remember to do that.  Incidentally, she
pretty much did a perfect job undressing me.  The only correction
would be her speed, which we would work on with practice.

  Then she began to remove my pants.  With her small delicate
hands, she unbuttoned the waist.  She kissed the button, unzipped
the fly, kissed the zipper, and slid them down over my waist, trying
desperately to ignore my hardness.  She raised each of my legs
tenderly, and extricated me from the pants, as I put my hands on
her head for balance.  Folding then nicely, she placed them on the
pile.  All that was left was my black boxer-briefs.

  Remaining on her knees, she shuffled closer, bent forward and
placed the palms of her hands on my thighs.  She kissed the outline
of my hard cock through the cloth.  Then she opened her mouth
and lightly nibbled her way from the base to the tip of it.  Once
done, with the cloth now wet from her mouth, she put her face
close to my bulge, moved her hands to the waistband of my
underwear, and pulled on each side until my erect cock jumped up
to slap her in the face.

  Now, I must mention here, that she was instructed how to
remove my underwear, fold them like the others, and
"immediately" begin to give me head.  When she saw my fully
erect penis, however, she knelt there, smiling, staring at it.

  "Do you have a problem?" I asked sternly.

  Startled, she replied "No."

  "It's 'No...Sir!'" I reminded her.  "No, Sir", "Yes, Sir", "Thank
you, Sir", always say 'Sir'!

  "No, Sir!" she said

  I said, "Well?  What are you waiting for?"

  "I'm sorry, Sir."  Thus, kneeling in front of me, just inside the
front door of her home, she neatly folded my underwear, putting
them atop the rest of my clothing, and brought her face back to my
stone-hard cock.  She licked her lips, placed her hands back onto
my thighs, opened her mouth wide, and wrapped her sweet lips
around a rigid cock on a Master she had just undressed...and her
mouth was hot!

  She had no problems sucking a dick.  A little slow at first, but it
didn't take her long to get into the full suck of things.  I must tell
you that Debi has a marvelous way of, how can I describe the
technique, engulfing, or rather, inhaling a 'long neck'.

  With a deep sigh, pushing her head firmly forward and dragging
it slowly backwards, she went on to present me with the absolute
best mouth fuck and orgasm I have ever experienced in my entire
life...standing up.  She knew what she was doing, and knew what
she was doing to me.  Her cheeks caved in deep from the suction
she was giving me, as her face moved away, and opened nicely to
accept my full length when she bent in to it.  Even after all the
orgasms I had had that day, she was working wonders on my staff.

  It took no time at all for her to bring my balls to full heat, and
standing before her, I splashed spurts of my hot cum right into her
mouth and onto the back of her tongue and throat.  I had cum in
her mouth in 4 minutes flat.  She never missed a stroke or a drop of
my cum in the process.  Her mouth caressed the full length of my
rod and she sucked me totally dry, milking my length with her
mouth to get all of my liquid.  Never once touching me with her
hands, she licked me clean, smiled to herself, stood up to face me,
and grinned widely as if she had one over on me.  I'd never cum so
fast by the use of a woman's mouth.  But I wasn't about to let her
know that.

  On weak legs, I smiled back, and said, "That was okay.  But I
don't think you respected my cock at all.  You must practice and
work on the muscles of your lips, jaw, cheeks and throat so they
match those in your sphincter muscle and ass cheeks.  I will buy
you a rubber cock you can practice on, and you will practice on it
for 15 minutes, 3 times a day.  You will do this without being
reminded".  Then I smiled wickedly at her and said, "Now, do it
again, and properly this time.  Do you understand me?"

  In shock, knowing that this one would be more difficult, she
said, "Yes, Sir."

  Now...I don't know about any of the rest of you, but I certainly
have never had a woman affect me, sexually, as Debi did in our
first encounter, or ever since.  If I were on your side of this story, I
would be having doubts as to the way I'm describing these events.
I had already had one orgasm in her mouth, and was now fully
expecting another one.  She knelt again, before me and resumed
her position.

  I was getting hard again from her mouth work.  It took her a
long time, and I had all I could do not to collapse from the pleasure
of it all.  My knees were getting weaker by the minute as she did
me.  Looking down at her, I said "Look up at my eyes while you
suck my cock.  I want to see your eyes as you suck me like the
little slave that you are."

  She tilted her face up and saw that I was staring down at her,
and this position allowed me to see her lips forced apart, servicing
my stiff cock.  Her eyes twinkled, and I could see in her eyes that
she liked sucking cock.  She didn't like doing it on her knees on
the floor, because as time went by she started to change her
position.  She began putting her weight down and backwards onto
her thighs, but I told her several times to get back up and "Suck me
properly".

  She let out an almost silent sigh, in such a way that I cannot
describe with any other word except, perhaps, desire, as she
mouthed me.  Because it took her a long time, she was producing a
lot of spittle, and her chin was dripping wet.  It was dropping down
onto her tits as they swayed to and fro with her actions on my
meat.  As she gazed into my eyes, she slurped her mouth deeply
over my meat, trying to get me to cum.  Her knees were getting
sore, and her mouth was getting tired.  I could feel it.

  Mind you, I have yet to spread her legs to see how tight her
inner pussy walls were, or had even tasted it to any great extent.
But, that didn't seem very important to me any more.  For I just
had to cum in her mouth once again.  After all, I'm only human.

  I said, "Press your lips tighter!  Use more suction!  Move your
tongue around on my cock.  Make love to it.  Get used to this
position.  You're going to be doing it a lot.  Take it deeper now.
Yes, that's a good little slut.  Eat me nice.  Suck me good.  I like
how your lips stretched around my cock.  Isn't it nice being able to
service a cock like you are?

  "You're going to be a great sex slave.  I can feel it in how you
move your mouth around my cock.  Now pay attention.  Hold my
balls in your hand and squeeze them softly as you suck me.  That's
a girl.  Not to tight now.  Feel how they react to your sucking.  I
can't wait to see you sucking my friends when they come over
here."

  Her eyes went wide when I said this, but she kept looking up at
me and sucking my prick.  "Yes, little slave, I think it's going to be
a lot of fun having you around, taking care of the needs of all of
my friends.  It's only fair, you know.  When they see you sucking
me like this, they'll be hurt if I don't offer them the use of your
mouth.  What kind of a host would I be if I didn't share?"

  Just the thought of doing those things excited her, as evidenced
by the increase in her sucking.  She found a new strength and
began pushing her mouth down over my prick, forcing it way deep
into her throat.  As I continued telling her how sexy she looked on
her knees sucking a cock, she sucked me faster and faster until I
could, once again, feel the thrill of an approaching orgasm.  Hell,
I'll admit I was exciting myself by saying those trashy things to
her, but she evidently liked being spoken to like that.

  Soon enough, she felt my cock expanding in her mouth and she
knew I was going to cum.  Pushing the head of my meat deep into
her throat, I felt the juice ride sharply from my balls and up
through my cock and into her.  Through the fireworks in my mind,
I watched weakly as she swallowed every drop of every spurt I fed
her.  She used my cock like a straw and got out all that was
available, and she wanted more.  My knees collapsed when I
started to cum, and I found myself slowly dropping to the floor
onto my back.

  Kneeling before me, naked except for her white spiked heels,
Debi never once stopped her sucking.  I had almost passed out
from the heated action, and only when I felt my overly-tender prick
head being nibbled on, did I pull her mouth off of me with an
audible pop.  I was soaking wet from her mouth.  All down my
thighs and legs, her spittle soaked me.  She was no better off.
When I pulled her mouth off of me, she gasped and was panting
wildly trying to catch her breath.

  I pulled her up to lie beside me on the wet carpet, kissed her wet
mouth deeply, and said, "You did a little better that time, slut.  But
you still need the practice."  I spun her around so that her back was
facing me and pulled her, spoon fashion into me, as I drifted off to
sleep, completely satiated.

  I woke up almost two hours later.  Debi was asleep in my arms;
breathing deeply, and still snuggled up tightly to me on the damp
floor.  I lay there for a while, contemplating her and the next move
I was to make in her 'training'.  After a bit, she stirred from her
slumber.  When she did, I turned her to face me on the floor, and
pulled Debi into my arms.  I kissed her severely upon her lips,
stood up, and picked up her tiny frame.

  I carried her into the bathroom and told her to kick her sexy
white shoes off.  After she did that, I slid open the glass shower
door and stepped in with her still in my arms.  Setting her down on
her feet and standing her before me, I turned on the water, adjusted
the temperature to steamy hot, and proceeded to scrub her svelte
body meticulously.  I washed her hair and had her rinse it out,
twice.  Then, using a large soapy washcloth, I washed every inch
of her (I like my women clean.  They taste better that way.)  When
I finished, I handed her the washcloth and told her to do the same
for me.

  Her diminutive hands cleaned me up well, and like I had done to
her, she waited until after everything else was done to wash my
crotch area.  I turned to let her do my ass, and she took the time to
clean it well.  I turned back to face her and once she had the
hardened length of me highly lathered, I took the rag from her,
turned her around, pulled her into my hardness and whispered into
her ear, "Now that we are both rested, it's time you learned how to
service me with your ass."

  I turned off the shower and said, "I have a particular obsession
about fucking a tight ass.  Nothing can measure up to the sensation
of it.  It's like masturbating with a very tight, hot and moist velvet
glove.  Neither your mouth nor your pussy can give me the same
feeling.  You must trust me when I say that you will never know
what it's like.  Perhaps you feel somewhat the same way about
your cunt, but it's simply not the same.  It's indescribable."

  Pulling her closer to me, I said, "I'm going to fuck it and you're
going to learn to give it to me.  Do NOT tighten up.  It will hurt
you more that way.  I'm telling you that if you clench your ass
muscles at first, it only feels better for me, and worse for you.  The
tighter it is, the better it is, but I don't want to have to force it in.
The goal here is to train you to accept it willingly and
enthusiastically, not to rip you apart and make you bleed."

  She shuddered a bit as I explained what was to happen.  I held
her closer and reached around to take a breast in each hand.
Caressing them, I said to her, "I know you can do this, But if you
don't let it go in easy, I will have to force it.  It's going to happen,
and your sphincter muscle will hurt at first, but not overly so if you
allow entry.  I will try to go easy, so let it go in slowly, and
everything will be OK."

  Calming her down as I massaged her soapy tits and pinching
those sexy nipples of hers, I concluded by saying, "When the head
of my cock starts to push in, push back onto it as though you were
preparing to make a bowel movement.  It will go in nice and easy.
It will still hurt at first, but not very much.  If you fail to accept it,
there will be a comprehensive training experience where you will
be made to wear a butt plug to widen you out.  If you cannot fuck
me with your ass, I will be disappointed.  Do you understand all I
have told you?"

  She turned her head, looked up at me with confidence and
fearful expectation in her sparkling eyes, and said, "Yes, Sir."

  Well, you know how it goes, in the enthusiastic heat of passion
it didn't quite work that way.  I realized that she was a lot shorter
than I was, so I had to either lift her petite frame a bit to get her to
the correct height for entrance into her ass or squat lower.  I chose
both.  I had her spread her legs a little and stand on her toes,
pushing her ass back towards me, allowing me access.

  I bent my knees slightly to get into the proper arrangement.
Once positioned, holding my arms tightly around her waist, I found
that I had trouble guiding my cock to her ass.  I needed another
hand.  Without a thought, she willingly provided it and reached
around, guiding my rock-hard cock head to her hole.

  Pushing my hips slightly forward, we both gasped and I was
surprised that the head popped inside her without too much
difficulty.  The soapy lubrication helped a lot, but I had the distinct
impression that she was wanting it this time, rather than fighting it
as she had done during her previous rape.  She was a little startled
at the ease of entrance, as was I, but instinct took over.  She
squeezed her delicious muscles tightly around my cock head.
Unwilling to stop there, it was a simple matter then to gently lower
her onto it, and I did it slowly, impaling her ass with my spike.

  She inhaled deeply and moaned a bit, as we stood there
motionless for a moment to allow her to relax.  It was hard for her
to do with her toes barely touching the floor.  Then I said, "You
must learn that the initial thrust into your ass is not going to kill
you.  We will now practice that part.  Help me like you did
earlier."

  That said, I pulled completely out of her ass and counted silently
to 10, holding her in the same position.  On the count of 10, she
guided it, and I simply pushed the head in and slowly stroked it all
the way in to the base.  After a silent 5 count, it was all the way out
and another 10 count.  Push in, stroke deep, and pull out.  After my
third plunge in, I told her to start counting each time I pushed the
head in.

  She counted aloud, "One, Sir."  "Two, Sir."  "Three, Sir."
When I got to 10 slow insertions, I sped up the initial plunge,
pushing in hard to take her ass at my whim.  I just stood behind her
and she guided my cock head into her ass, over and over.  I sped
up my insertions, and began sticking it in her for a full, deep
stroke, every couple of seconds, until she said "Thirty-Five, Sir!"

  At that point I told her to stop counting and I just began to fuck
her ass for all its tight, heated goodness.  I fucked her, standing in
her shower, with her newly ravaged rectum mounted to my crotch.
My own passion for a piece of tight ass took me over.  In my heat,
I had grabbed her tightly around the waist, picked her up, and was
fucking her ass onto my cock while her legs dangled uselessly in
the air between my thighs.  At 115 pounds, she was light for me.
But she was surprisingly agile.

  She had whimpered in pain at each new insertion and speedup,
but now that the fuck was in full bloom, she was aglow with the
fire of being fucked.  She was giving to me as well as I was taking
from her.  She had reached her hands up backwards around my
neck, locking her fingers together for support.  While I held her up
and onto me, she spread her legs and wrapped them around the
back of mine.  Then she pulled and pushed herself onto my cock,
using the muscles in her legs and thighs as I fucked her ass in
midair.

  As with anything else in life, you can only take so much.  I
wanted to have a nice comfortable fuck with her ass propped up on
a pillow, and since it was a bit uncomfortable where we were, I
told her we had to rinse off and finish in bed to make it better for
me.  I didn't mention her feelings about it.  I wanted it to be better
for me.  I'm a stingy guy.  What can I say?

  I felt that she was now used to having her ass fucked, and it
would be easier in the future for me, so still holding her in mid-air,
I plunged my cock deeply in and out of her ass several more
delicious times, just for the hell of it, and then I pulled out of her.

  I cleaned her ass and my cock, and we rinsed and she dried us
both off quickly.  She put her white shoes back on without having
to be told.  I opened up her medicine cabinet, and found a jar of
Vaseline.  I grabbed it, popped off the lid with my thumb, smiled
down at her and led her to the bedroom.  I laid her face down, with
a pillow underneath her hips so that her ass was sticking up in the
air.  I most definitely wanted more of her rear end.

  Guys, I know I'm not alone in this.  I tell you, her ass looked so
fine in that position, I knew I would have her that way as many
times as I could in the next few weeks.  Ladies, you know how it
pleases your man to get a piece of your ass.  And, if it feels as
delicious for you, then so much the better.  I spread her legs wide,
greased up her tiny hole, and wiped some onto my hardness.  I
couldn't believe how hard I still was in anticipation of the event.
I'd never been this anxious for something as long as I can
remember.

  Wiping the excess lubrication off my hands and onto her ass
cheeks, I climbed on the bed on my hands and knees between her
thighs.  She reached around with both hands and spread her butt
cheeks for me.  I looked down at the pretty pink pucker, and lost
all sense of time staring at that beautiful target.  After a few
moments she looked back at me over her shoulder and, smiling,
said, "Sir, are you going to fuck my ass or are you just going to
stare at it all day?"

  I never punished her for speaking out of turn, that time.  What
an invitation!  She was being real brave, now that she knew what it
felt like.  I leaned forward, bracing myself with my hands on the
bed on each side of her body, and with the tip of my cock poised
against her hole, whispered in her ear "You know, you're just a
little whore at heart, aren't you?"

  She replied, "Yes, Sir.  I wasn't sure until I met you.  Will you
show me how to be one?"

  I said, "Yes!" and quickly jammed it into her and slid the entire
length of my thick cock deep into her tight ass.  She sucked in her
breath deeply, and moaned in anguish from the burning spear in
her ass.  Her legs flew apart, and the strong muscles in her thighs
tensed as I entered her.  She gasped and squealed, and rose up onto
her elbows.  I pushed her back down, and said, "You take it like
the whore you want to be.  Accept my meat like you'd accept it in
your cunt or in your mouth.  Learn how to take it like a whore.
Learn to be one.  Learn to act like one when told.  Learn to talk
like one when told.  Right now I want you to be my whore.  Today,
you get your wish.  Whore!"

  I pushed my cock all the way into the far recesses of her ass, and
withdrew it slowly all the way back to the head ridge.  Even after
her bathroom fuck, she was still tight.  Her tiny rectum was the
greatest and tightest I had had, and I wanted a lot of it.  She
grunted and moaned like a whore.  She was beginning to get into
the act.

  I continued pushing slowly all the way deep into her ass, and
pulling it out again, all the way.  Pushing it into her ass, past her
sphincter muscle became an enjoyable sensation, and she was
writhing on it too, for each time I pushed inside her, she would lift
her ass and push up, making sure I was inside of her.  Yes, she was
going to be a very nice whore for me.

  I knew she was enjoying this as much as I was.  I told her that
she could speak freely until I wanted her silent again, and
immediately said, "Sir.  Please go faster?  I like it a lot when you
stick the head into me over and over, but I want to be fucked now.
Fuck my ass?  It feels so nice.  Please, Sir?  Please?  I want you to
fuck me like you would a whore you've paid."

  Who am I to deny a beautiful naked blonde who wants it up the
ass?  I said, "Oh I'll be using you like a whore all right, but you're
going to service me and anyone else I choose, for free!  You
haven't begun to know how a whore thinks and acts, but you're
going to learn it fast."  I leaned over on top of her and pumped it in
and out faster and faster.  It got to the point where I thought I was
going to hurt her when, panting in heat, she said, "Sir, please fuck
me harder...faster...it doesn't hurt at all, Sir.  It feels so good in my
whores ass...oh please yes...fuck me harder, Sir!  Harder!"

  They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach?  If
that's so, my stomach must be in my balls and up her ass.  Debi,
therefore, was my meal...and I wanted seconds, thirds and more.  I
became a glutton for Debi, that day.  I couldn't get enough of her.
So she got what she wanted, to be treated as a whore and made to
perform as one.  And I cannot deny the fact that I wanted it too, so
I gave it to her and began to actually pound my cock deep into her
ass.  My strokes got so fierce she was being pushed down into the
pillow underneath her and bouncing back up to meet my next
downward stroke.

  Her sweet, velvety ass rose up to me on the down stroke and
allowed me the full access I desperately needed.  I knew that she
needed it as well.  I could feel her rectal muscles squeeze
repeatedly around my stiff tool.  So nice.  So small.  So tight.  So
hot!

  As I rutted divinely into her backside, she began to flail beneath
me, ranting things like, "Oh my god, Sir, this is so good...oh
my...fuck me hard in my ass, Sir!  I never knew that being a slut
would be like this...please don't stop fucking it!  Please stay hard
for me, Sir?  Do it in me harder, please?  Pump me!  Oh god, I love
your cock, Sir!  It feels so good ramming up inside me!"

  Suddenly, she began to wail even louder, and shuddered below
me.  "Oh god!  I'm coming from your wet cock, Sir!  Oh my
god...I'm cumming with your cock in my ass!"  As she came, I
told her how much of a slut she was becoming, but that her training
would extend to other cocks later.  Maybe a gang bang to show her
what a whore feels like while being used.

  With stimulus like that, who needs fantasy?  I pummeled her
tight asshole as she orgasmed with my prick taking her.  I started to
sweat profusely, but kept up my vicious sawing motion in and out
of her.  Her small body shuddered and she moaned aloud as her
orgasm continued, unabated.  She continued to scream for more
and more, and I kept doing her ass as hard as I could.  My heart
was beating so hard I knew she could feel its pressure pulsing
through my prick.  I was getting a piece of ass so good, I just knew
that nobody on the planet had ever had it as good as I was getting
it.  It simply wasn't possible!

  I hammered my meat into her for another ten solid minutes, and
she screamed out her delight and came twice more.  I knew I
wouldn't be able to go much longer, and just as that thought came
to me, she reached back with her arms and spread her ass cheeks
wide for me to go even deeper.  Well this pulled my trigger.  I
knew she was OK, so I banged her ass for all it was worth.  A
whore's ass.

  Because of my previous orgasms I lasted a long time, but the
pressure was building, nonetheless.  My tempo, slamming into her
as I was, set her off on her most powerful orgasm yet.  She started
shuddering and convulsing, and she began to scream and grunt in
pleasure.  It was her fire that ignited my fuse.  I came inside of her
with a force never before felt by mortal man.  My balls pulsed.
The smoldering cum ran up the span of my cock, and I promise
you, no other living soul ever came as hard as I did that afternoon.
And, she came right along with me.

  We came hard together, and between us, the rutting noises we
made as we released our respective juices sounded animalistic. She
damn near shook me off like some wild bronco at a rodeo, but I
rode her to an aching climax.  I had to hold on tight as we both
shook with our passions at precisely the same time.  My balls were
burning and my cum had to be boiling as it shot out and filled her
bowels.

  After an eternity of orgasmic spasms, we collapsed, trying to
catch our breath.  I rolled off of her, gasping for air, and I heard her
heavy breathing beside me.  Once again, I pulled her to me, spoon
fashion.  I remember reaching around and grasping a breast in one
hand, and kissing her on the back of her neck.  The next instant I
simply slept in complete exhaustion.

  Hell, I had better learn real fast to control how much energy I
used while screwing this woman's body, or I'll be spending the
better part of the next few weeks taking 2-hour naps.

  I woke up two hours later.  She was still pressed firmly into me,
still wearing her sexy shoes, and my now soft wet cock was
pressed between the globes of her ass.  Holy shit, her ass turned me
on.  Debi was still asleep when I woke up.  I remained motionless
as I listened to her slow breathing.  I silently re-examined her
beautiful frame, enjoying the secrets of my peeking.

  I guess I'm just a full-blooded male, for I could stand to look at
her nakedness for just so long without getting excited about it.  As
I looked her over, I felt my desire beginning to stir familiar.
Apparently Debi did too, for when the hardness started returning to
my groin, she began sighing and moving her butt into my cock.
We had found her G-Spot, and I couldn't have been more pleased.

  When she awoke and began to move against me, hoping for
more pleasure, I denied her and pulled away from her.  I had to
control myself, because the day was rushing by, and I didn't need
another 2-hour nap.  The rest of the evening was going to be Debi's
first official training day as my personal slave.

  Now, I'm not into whips and chains, but I wouldn't protest a
spanking once in a while.  I found this also to be true with Debi.
She looked up at me with her sleepy eyes, pouted a little with her
pretty lips, and said, "Oh pooh...I thought I was going to get my
ass fucked again.  That felt wonderful, Sir!"

  I remembered that she was still allowed to speak, so I left it that
way and said, "You will, my slave, but I have something else in
mind."

  "Really, Sir?  Whatever could that be?"

  "We need to get cleaned up first.  Come...wash my body and
then your own.  Don't even think about getting dressed, because
you are not allowed to wear clothes unless I say when and what.
Just remember to wear your shoes when you are out of the
shower."

  Pouting with her eyes and mouth, as a child would, she said,
"Yes, Sir.  Whatever you say, Sir."  Somehow I didn't think she
would mind that one bit.  She got up out of bed, and we went back
into the bathroom.  As told, she removed her shoes, climbed into
the shower with me and did as she was told.  She took her time
washing my body.  She spent a long time because she was now
examining my body.  I let her.  It was very sexy.

  When she finally reached for my terminally hard cock, having
finished washing my body thoroughly, she began to wash-slash-
masturbate me in the shower.  I let her play with it for a while,
until I felt as though I couldn't hold back the flood, and I took her
hands off of it.  "That would be wasting my cum, don't you think?"

  "Sir, I'm a little thirsty anyway," she said, lustily.  "Will you let
me drink it?"

  Pulling her to me in the shower, I took my finger and lifted her
chin up to look at my face and said, "No.  Whores get what men
give them, not what they ask for.  I think my next cum load needs
to go someplace I haven't been yet.  When we get done here, we're
going back into the bed, and you're going to show me what fucking
your cunt is all about.  If it's only half as good as your tight ass...I
think I'm in for a treat."

  I continued, "I think it's your turn to fuck me.  I want you to
show me what you know about using your slit for fucking, and it
had better be the best fuck you've ever given.  If I feel, in any way,
that you are holding back on me, you'll be surprised at what
happens next.  That applies to whatever I tell you to do, not just
sex.  I tell you now that you will be surprised if you disobey me in
the slightest."

  She sighed and nodded to me.  I took it as an agreement.  We
rinsed off and climbed out of the shower, and I had her dry me.
Then I dried her pristine body, paying special attention to her
gorgeous breasts, pussy and ass.  As I dried her off, I remembered
the stubble I had felt earlier.  I stopped, dropped the towel, and
pushed her back into the shower.

  I handed her the shaving cream and her razor, and said, "I want
all the hair removed from your body, except from your head and
your cunt.  When you're done, I will feel you, checking for
stubble.  I certainly hope, for your sake, that I don't find any.
 From this moment, you will shave daily.  Never again will I feel
stubble on your body.  And I do mean, anyplace.  Tell me when
you're done."

  I left her there, standing in the shower to carry out her orders,
and went into the bedroom to contemplate her cunt.  They say all
good things must come to an end, and hair is good, even blonde
hair.  But I don't like untrimmed cunt hair.  It had its day, but I
dislike it.  Actually, that's not entirely accurate.  I like it short and
scratchy while rubbing on my prick, in a design of my choosing, or
not at all.  I decided right then that hers would be 'not at all, and
maybe let it grow short and scratchy later.

  After 15 or 20 minutes, she called me into the bathroom.  I did
as promised and rubbed my hands all over her, looking for stubble.
I found some on the back of one of her legs, swatted her bare ass
for the infraction, and told her to fix it.  Once she was finished, I
had her bend over, had her hold her cheeks apart, and I checked
her asshole.  I swatted her ass again, harder, grabbed the razor and
shaved between her cheeks.  Then I turned on the shower and
rinsed her off.

  I helped her out of the tub and dried her off completely.  She
slipped on her shoes right away and I led her by the hand to her
bed with a towel in my other hand.  Placing the towel at the edge
of the mattress, I sat her down on it.  I told her to lie down with her
arms resting on the bed, over her head.  I pulled her legs up and
back until her knees were touching her breasts.

  As you can imagine, that's a pretty awkward position.  So as she
wondered what was up, I looked into those gorgeous crystal blue
eyes of hers, and said, "Hold onto your ankles and do not let go, no
matter what happens.  Be totally silent.  Spread your legs wider.
Present your cunt to me."  The look on my face showed that I
meant what I said, but she was a little concerned, and knew what
was about to happen.  Before she could stop herself, she asked,
"Sir?  Are you going to..."

  I quickly motioned with a single finger to my lips, that she was
not to speak.  I looked at her then shook my head silently, sadly.  I
said, "Don't move.  Stay right where you are.  Do not move from
this position, and do not speak!"

  She froze with my hard gaze, and knew she had screwed up.  I
quickly searched the room, until I struck gold.  I found a dirty-
clothes hamper in her bedroom closet.  The angle was such that she
could see what I was doing, and the look on her face was
enthralling.  I was enthralled, not her.  She was stupefied.  The
hamper was almost full, so I knew there were at least several days
worth of dirty clothes she had to wash.

  I rummaged through the dirty items slowly, and discarded them
piece by piece into a pile on the floor.  I was looking for something
special...and I finally found it.  They were at the very bottom of
the slightly odorous dirty clothes.  They were at least 3 days old.
Trust me, I can tell.  It's one of my claims to fame to know what a
dirty, crusty, smelly pair of frilly silk and lace pink panties tasted
like.  But that tale is for another time.  These were for Debi...with
an 'i'.

  Turning towards her, I turned the panties inside out, making sure
I showed her a face that spoke volumes about how the panties felt
and smelled.  Wordlessly, but quickly, I showed her the dirty stains
she had left on the cotton crotch panel.  I stuffed the panties into a
small tight ball, making sure that the stained cotton panel was
visible to her on the outside of the ball.

  I walked over to her and bent down over her face.  She was still
holding her legs wide open, and she wanted to speak.  But, I give
her credit.  She said nothing.

  I held the sullied panty ball a few inches in front of her eyes, and
I told her to look at it for 10 seconds.  She did.  I said, "You spoke
after you were told not to.  I cannot have you breaking my rules.
You agreed to abide by them, and you flagrantly broke one of
them.  Now you must do penance for your indiscretion.  I want you
to open your mouth and stick your tongue way out."  Slowly, she
did, knowing full well what was about to happen.

  I said "I told you once.  And this is the only time I'm going to
repeat myself to you.  I told you that if you ever disobeyed me,
you'd be surprised at what happened next.  Do you remember me
saying that?  Do you understand?  Nod your head if you do."  With
mouth wide open and tongue displayed, she slowly nodded her
head in affirmation of understanding.  She was surprised at what
happened next.

  I took the dirty panty ball, reached between her legs, rubbed it
over and through her open cunt lips, getting all I could sop up, and
put it slowly onto her tongue.  I took the cotton side of the panty
ball and pressed it into the flat of her tongue, and told her to put it
all in her mouth.  "I want you to gag yourself with your lips.  Close
your lips around the whole thing."

  As I forced the panty ball into her mouth, I could see a tear
forming in the corner of her eye.  I said, "If you obey me, you get
pleasure.  If you do not, you get punished.  Punishment is never the
same.  Close your mouth tighter.  I don't want to see any part of it
showing.  Until I tell you that your punishment is over, the spit you
make and swallow by sucking on that 'Panty Candy' will be the
only water you get for a while.  Better make use of it.

  "I want you to suck them for me.  To make sure that I know
you're sucking it good to get the nice flavor out, I want to hear air
being drawn in through that panty gag, and I want to see you
swallowing.  Often.  Get busy, and pay attention to me now, and
maybe you'll get a prize.  Maybe..."

  Listening and paying attention can be a good thing.  The
opposite, as she was learning, is not.  Debi was quickly learning a
valuable lesson.  It would be a while before I would remove that
sopping, wet, panty ball.  I hoped she was thirsty.  I know I was.  I
went to the sink, got a cold glass of water, and sipped it right in
front of her.  Slowly.  Very slowly.

  Poor Debi.  There she was, holding onto her ankles and
spreading herself wide for my viewing pleasure with no hope of
any modesty, while tasting her first mouthful of new and old cunt
juice mixed together.  God and Debi only knew what else was on
those dirty panties she was sucking noisily.

  In the meantime, she was getting tired of holding her legs up.  I
could see it in her eyes.  I said "You will display yourself to me
like this when I give you the 'Display' command.  Wherever you
are.  Whatever you are doing.  When I give you the 'Display'
command.  You will get into that position.  I mean naked, as you
are, in that exact position, even if it's on a crowded street corner.  I
will not take disobedience lightly, rest assured.  If you are dressed,
undress and do it, immediately"

  I went back into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, her razor, a
clean blade, a small pair of scissors, and the can of shaving cream.
When I came back into the bedroom and she saw what I had in my
hands, she sucked in her breath and swallowed yet another
mouthful of tasty pussy juice.  Her eyes went wide when she
realized what was about to happen.

  Smiling, I told her to lie there quietly, and that I would permit
her to watch as long as she didn't fuss.  I put two pillows under her
head so that she could have an unobstructed view of the event.  I
knelt at the edge of the bed between her legs.  Taking the scissors,
I began cutting off her pubic hair.  Snip by snip, watching her
closely.  The more hair I cut off, the better looking her slit became.
Exposure is the only way to present this slit to the world. Complete
exposure.

  Finishing with the longest of it, I brushed off the discarded pubic
hair and beheld a beautifully formed cunt.  She didn't have one of
those wide-opened gashes (although they are fun to play with.)
She possessed a slim, tight set of lips, with just a hint of her clit
hood poking out at the top of it.  Her slit was wet because of the
stimulus she was receiving, and that explained why her clit was
showing.  Without control, she was getting excited.

  I shook up the can of shaving cream, squirted a small dab in my
hand, and lightly lathered up what remained of the blonde fluff
between her legs.  I heard her sucking her panties nicely, and
looked up just as she swallowed another mouthful.  She watched as
I put the razor to her cunt, starting at the top of her mound.  It took
me a while, because I wanted to be sure I didn't cut her.  She
swallowed again, eyes wide, watching her cunt slit come into view,
cleanly and closely shaved.

  When her pussy was completely shaven clean, I took some baby
oil and rubbed it all around, up and inside her now naked pussy
lips.  She was panting and moaning, while swallowing more of the
juice in her mouth, and after a short time I stopped rubbing her slit
and dried it off.  Unhampered by the hair on her cunt, I found that
she had a very tiny black beauty mark on her left cunt lip.  What a
shame that it had been hidden by her pubes all these years!  I
wonder if she remembered or if she even knew it was there, and
when was the last time she saw it.  It was very striking.

  I went back into the bathroom and got a hand mirror.  I directed
her attention to the mirror as I held it between her legs, pointing
out the beauty mark.  Not waiting for a response, I stood again and
told her to put her legs down.  I stood her up, walked her over to
her full-length mirror, and let her examine herself...still sucking
and swallowing her juices.

  Apparently, she had not seen her own naked pussy since she was
an adolescent, because she spent five full minutes turning, posing
and feeling the smoothness of it with her fingers, probing and
opening her cunt lips to see inside and all around.  She studied her
tiny beauty mark.  Silently, she started to cry as she rubbed her
naked cunt.

  She turned around and I told her to open her mouth.  When she
did, I pulled out the sopping panties and showed her how wet they
were.  She blushed as I tossing them back into the hamper.  I told
her to go wash her mouth out and brush her teeth.  She rushed to
do it without speaking.  She was learning.

  When she returned, I gave her permission to speak if she had
anything to say.  She hugged me and kissed me deeply.  With a
fresh tear in her eye, she said, "Thank you, Sir."  It was all she had
to say.  She hugged me again and kissed me passionately.  She was
happy.

  I broke off the kiss and said, "From this moment on you will
shave your cunt just like I did it.  Your cunt must stay completely
hairless and smooth just like it is now, for as long as you are my
slave.  That is, unless I change my mind.  Until that time, I never
want to see or feel stubble there, ever again.  Feel it again.  Check
it for stubble now.  Learn how it feels."

  She stood before me dressed only in her shoes, spread her legs,
and felt of her entire crotch, feeling for stubble.  She was quite the
sexy slut, standing before me, running the palms of both her hands
through her crotch.  I let her do that for a couple of minutes, and
the moment she was done, I said, "Stop.  Now lick all of the cunt
juice from them."

  She didn't even pause to contemplate the idea of her act.  She
simply took her tongue and licked all of her wetness off of her
fingers and hands...doing quite a fastidious job of it.  As she did
that, I told her some of the rules I wanted her to observe as long as
she was my slave.  When I was done with those, I surprised her
once again.

  As a simple test, I took her by the arm, pulled her over to the
bed, threw her over my knee and began spanking her cute ass.
Hard.  She cried out in pain and asked me why I was spanking her.
I knew that if startled, she would speak aloud.  Most people would.
She needed to remember to control herself.  So, I reminded her that
she did not have permission to speak, and that she had disobeyed
me.  I spanked her sexy (and now very pink) bottom twenty times
and roughly threw her back onto the bed.

  "You need to learn not to speak, no matter the situation, unless
you are given permission!  Now...are you going to behave and do
as you are told?  Speak!"  She nodded and said, "Yes Sir, I'll try
harder to obey you, Sir."  She whimpered while rubbing her tender
red ass cheeks.  She had big alligator tears flowing down her face
as I told her, "I will spank you, and do whatever I wish with you,
simply for my own pleasure.  I'll do it when and as often as I wish
it.  You are not to protest or speak out during those sessions. Do
you now understand that?"

  Through her sniffles, she replied, "Yes Sir, I do understand.  I
promise to be better for you."

  "Very well then.  I hope you do.  But for now, go fix me
something to eat!  I'm starving!  And it had better taste good!"
Even after her harsh spanking, she smiled and jumped off the bed,
ran for the kitchen, and I heard her fixing food.

  She whipped up something that tasted quite good.  But for the
life of me, I honestly can't remember what it was.  All I remember
was going out to the kitchen and watching her naked form as she
rushed around preparing food to feed me.  When the food was
finally ready, she set two place settings on the table, dished out the
food on both, and waited for me to sit.

  Such a nice, obedient slave girl.  How sweet.

  ...To Be Continued...

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