index


Message-ID: <40771asstr$1044745803@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: "Mister Z Hisself" <cleazott@tampabay.rr.com>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 08 Feb 2003 16:10:38 EST
Subject: {ASSM} Debi's Tale - Chapter 04
Date: Sat,  8 Feb 2003 18:10:03 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

Debi's Tale - Chapter 4

Not to understate the obvious, but I knew that Debi's ass was going
to be tender before the day was over.  She had been spanked again,
and I knew that she would be trying hard to please me today.  She
doesn't take very long to learn a new thing, but she does tend to
drift, and has to be reminded to pay attention and try harder.  A
little pain helps to cement the appropriate ideas in place.  She
received her fair share of pain yesterday.  She knew not to mess up
too often, for she understood that pain would immediately follow.

  I didn't want pain to rule her life.  Really, I didn't.  Although, I
had a feeling that she would be experiencing many new pains and
pleasures today.  I had a living room full of toys that I simply was
drooling to try on her...and me.  It was going to be a fun day.
Well, for me it was.  As for Debi, time would tell.  I wondered how
she would fare.

  I went into the bathroom and ran a steaming hot bubble bath for
her.  Even though I wanted to try out the new toys as soon as
possible, I decided that today was going to be her day to shine in
public, and I was getting ready to give her a good start.  I removed
her shoes, helped her into the tub and began a soothing erotic
washing of her beautifully tanned body.  I washed everything.  I
washed every square inch of her skin, starting from her blonde hair
and ending at her toes.  Of course, I dallied a bit in between to
make sure everything was squeaky clean.

  Come on...who could resist?  You?  Yeah right.  I loved
touching her, and she loved the attention to her details.  Not that
she had a choice, but she let me fondle her freely, re-exploring her
body as I bathed her as though she were a child.  I took my time
washing each bump and curve, crease and dimple.  I couldn't help
getting another boner, but I did my best to ignore it while
scrubbing her down.

  Her ass was no longer a bright red, but it was still tender as I
washed it for her.  I wasn't very gentle in that area because I
wanted her to remember the pain that a spanking gave.  She would
have been gentler on herself, but she wasn't given that opportunity,
this time.  I had her kneel and bend forward in the tub to give me
her ass to wash.  She winced as my washcloth scrubbed her ass.  I
had her spread her cheeks, and she winced again as I probed her
sore rectum, being certain she was clean there as well.  I suspected
I would enjoy making them sore again at some point in the near
future, and I fear that she did as well.

  I felt some stubble, and handed her the razor and shaving cream.
I told her to shave her armpits, legs, thighs and cunt while I
watched.  I sat back onto the closed lid of the toilet and couldn't
help playing with my cock as she took care of those things.  She
went fast until she came to her pussy.  She had to sit on the back
edge of the tub, facing me with her legs spread wide, to get it done
properly.

  Smiling at me as I masturbated, she got as much of it as she
could and said, "Sir, could you check me for stubble please?  I
think there are a couple of places I can't reach."  Of course, I
complied (who the hell was the slave here?) and ran my hands over
her nakedness once more, in search of stray stubble.  I did find a
small patch on one cunt lip and removed it for her as she watched
me work between her legs.  I tweaked her clit as I finished and
pulled her down into the tub to rinse her off.

  Finally, she was as shiny as I could possibly get her.  Her hair
was washed, rinsed and blow dried, her entire body had been
cleaned, and she was a sexy pink from the hot water in the tub.  I
helped her out of the tub, dried her body off (slowly), and told her
to go to her closet to pick out something sexy and revealing to
wear, for we were going out to have brunch.  Smiling, she slipped
on her shoes and trotted out to the bedroom to rummage through
her clothes.  While she was doing that I showered and shampooed
again.

  When I was done, I came back into the bedroom and found her
sitting at her vanity combing out her hair.  There would be no
makeup, but I wanted to be sure she would not hide any of the
good parts, so I told her to put her hair up into a ponytail.  She
quickly did as I suggested.  It was also a fast way to get her ready
to go out.  She didn't need to spend a lot of time primping.

  Then, looking at her clothing selection, I found that she had
chosen a pair of slacks and a top that were decidedly not sexy at
all.  I said.  "You call this crap sexy and revealing?"  I tossed her
selected clothes into a pile on the floor in the corner, and began to
rummage through her things.  I planned to take Debi out in public
to show off her stunning attributes, not to hide them.

  I was thoroughly amazed at the wide selection I had to choose
from.  She had the kind of good taste in clothes that made men
want to get beneath them.  Since she was petite in stature, she had
a lot to choose from when she went out to buy clothes.  Almost
everything she bought tended to enhance her alluring figure in one
way or another.  But it wasn't enough.

  I went out into the living room and grabbed a couple of items.
Returning to the bedroom, I tossed them onto the bed, and Debi's
face paled when I returned with them.  Saying nothing, I returned
to her closet.  I selected the white thong panties and garter belt she
had bought the previous day.  I didn't want her to wear the bra,
even though it was quite thin and frilly, for it would hide what I
wanted others to see.  Her firm upright breasts and prominent hard
nipples were something she would never hide again.  She would
have to get used to it.  In my mind, she simply had no choice.

  I chose a tight pair of upper-thigh-high white mesh stockings
(the kind with the heavy line up the back of the leg.)  A skin-tight
red leather micro-mini skirt so that others could see the garters and
the tops of her nylons, with a little skin as icing on her cake.  I also
grabbed a semi-sheer, white, silky, low-cut blouse to show off her
cleavage, accentuating the mounds of her breasts and highlight her
perpetually hard nipples.  And to finish the outfit off, a pair of
shiny, red 2 1/2" spike heels.

  As I chose those revealing items, her face got redder and redder.
She knew that she was about to show more than she covered.  I
told her that those clothes are how I envisioned her at the moment,
and if she wore them, it would please me greatly.  I told her to tell
me how she felt about the items, and she asked if she could be
allowed to wear a bra to hide her nipples, but I shook my head and
told her that I wanted her to brag about what she had, not hide it.

  She said that the top was too tight, which is why she hadn't
worn it in a long time.  Even so, I told her to get dressed.  I smiled
devilishly and watched her shiver nervously as she put the clothes
on.  I put on a clean pair of slacks and a polo shirt.  No underwear.
I slipped on my shoes and then it was time to see how she looked.

  She looked stunning!  The clothes I had selected hid very little
of her charms, and she knew it.  I did make a few minor
adjustments.  I straightened the stockings.  The line up the back
was crooked.  As I knelt down in front of her, I reached up under
her skirt, pulled her panties down to her ankles and had her step
out of them.  I tossed them back onto the bed.  Now she could feel
the air on her newly shaved cunt, with only two or three inches of
miniskirt available to hide it.  She needed to be very careful sitting
down.  She was erotic perfection in red and white!

  You could see almost three inches of her garter belt, snapped
onto the tops of her stockings.  The red skirt looked as if it were
sprayed onto her ass and thighs.  Both cheeks were fully outlined,
leaving nothing to the imagination.  The blouse was indeed a size
too small.  This helped not only to hold her breasts firmly together,
but made the exposed cleavage much fuller.

  The buttons holding the front closed barely did the job.  The
material stretched tightly and the space between the buttons was
opened a bit, showing a tiny hint of her firm luscious breasts.  It
also tended to enhance her nipples.  Ah yes, those wonderfully
erect nipples poked at the fabric, threatening to drill holes right
through it.  I reached up and tweaked them hard, and she gasped at
my touch.  They grew harder.  Very cute.  She was almost ready.

  The remaining item was, of course, the always powerful, anal
plug.  This one was specially shaped, and she knew what it was
just by looking at it.  It was about 7 inches long.  The first 4 inches
was shaped like a fat, wide cock...mushroom head, thick veins and
all.  The rest was your typical plug, being funnel shaped to a point
where it abruptly turned in like her pretty waist.  The bottom was a
slightly curved U-shape.  This allowed the wearer to wear tight
clothes like she was, and the outer portion of the plug simply
formed itself to her ass crack.

  I picked up the plug, and a tube of KY.  Looking up at her
shocked face, I told her to lift her skirt up to her waist, bend over,
spread her legs wide and grab her ankles.  I lubricated the cock and
funnel shape and stood behind her.  Pressing the device against her
rectum, I let her take it as slow as she wanted it.

  Pushing it against her rosebud, the bulbous head began to stretch
her sphincter muscle.  When it reached the widest point, the head
just popped in and her rectum closed over it.  She jumped a little,
but stayed put.  I gave her a few seconds to adjust to it, and then
pushed the cock portion inside her ass.  It was pretty wide, but she
gallantly accepted it.

  Only when the funnel shape started to force her hole wider did
she gasp aloud.  Taking my time, I gently pushed harder and harder
until it reached the part where its diameter narrowed.  She was
stretched pretty wide by that time, and grunted when I pushed a
little harder.  Suddenly, it popped in all the way, and her rectum
slammed shut over the narrow portion of it, securing itself nicely in
her hole.

  The U-shape slid right up close in her ass crack, and nuzzled
itself there as if it had a will of its own.  I took a towel and wiped
off all of the excess lubrication and had her stand up again.  When
she was upright, I pulled her tight skirt back down over her ass,
and the plug was successfully hidden beneath.  Only if she bent
over could you see that it was there.

  She was still panting from the insertion experience, and I saw
that the blouse buttons stretched even more as she breathed deeply.
Marvelous.  It took her a moment to calm down, and I asked her if
there was any undue pain.  She said, "No Sir, but I sure feel full
back there.  I'll never be able to sit down comfortably with that
thing stuck up my ass."

  Smirking lewdly, I winked at her and told her that she had better
keep her legs closed or someone would be getting more for brunch
than they ordered.  Not only would they see her cunt, but the anal
plug as well.  So as not to cause her too much embarrassment, I
decided to go to the next town to do our exhibitionist meal in
public.  Already, a plan was hatching in my head.  As it happened,
the next town was rather large, so she began to relax as we made
the drive.

  I led her to the car and had her sit down in the passenger seat.
She shrieked as the pressure was put on her rectum and her insides
by the device, but I ignored it.  I pulled her lap and shoulder belt
over and around her hips and cinched it down snuggly, forcing her
to keep her ass pushed down over the plug.  The downward
pressure forced a pained look on her face and I waited until I
thought she would be okay.

  During the drive over, she kept fidgeting in her seat, trying to
find a comfortable position, and I could tell that there was no such
thing while she wore that ass plug and was firmly secured with the
seat belt.  Hey, the law is the law.  Everyone wears a seat belt.

  As I drove, I gave her explicit instructions on how she was to act
for me in public.  Basically, she was to be wide open about her
sexuality.  She knew how to use the attributes she had, and I gave
her permission to flaunt it in every direction.  What I said, in
effect, was to act like a whore.  Make them follow you - make
them want you - make them stare and drool.  Otherwise, I
concluded, it would be no fun at all...for anyone.

  As I drove into town, I saw a friendly-looking diner-restaurant
and pulled into the parking lot.  Then I looked over to her and told
her to go in, get a table right in the middle of the dining area (so
everyone could see her), and I would follow in a few minutes.  I
reached over to her chest and played with her nipples to make then
larger, and I swear...she grinned widely as her nipples noticeably
grew harder.

  Reaching into the glove compartment, I handed her one of the
small cell phones I had purchased and had activated last evening.  I
pulled out the other one and stuffed it in my pocket.  I told her that
if she got into a bind, all she had to do was press the programmed
number on hers.  It was the number to my c-phone.

  She got out of the car and smugly swished her tight red-leather
ass up to the door of the restaurant.  Her breasts, hard and firm as
they were, still swayed and bounced nicely when she walked in her
spiked heels.  She was showing some nice tit skin.  Immediately,
she had everyone's attention.  It was a beautiful sight to behold.  I
was proud of her.  Can't say she wasn't brave.

  As she openly jiggled her way to the entrance of the restaurant,
she didn't realize just how much attention she was attracting.  In
the parking lot, there was an elderly couple just getting out of a
beat-up, rusty, Oldsmobile.  The husband stopped dead in his
tracks as he saw Debi in all her glory. The wife looked to see what
hubby was looking at, and immediately whacked him over the
head with her purse.

  A middle-aged couple was also arriving, but I hadn't noticed
them until I heard the wife say something to her husband.  "And
what the hell does she have that I don't have?"  She knew the
answer to that question, but was damned afraid to admit it, I'm
certain.  "Look at her!  She's a slut!  She's out looking for a piece.
I bet she has all sorts of diseases between her legs!  Is that what
you want?"  The husband never answered...just stared at Debi's
ass.

  What fun this day was going to be.  I let fifteen minutes pass and
I was starting to wonder what was going on in the diner, but held
fast to the plan I had concocted.  I'm certain she was concerned, for
I had dressed her in those revealing clothes, drove her to another
town, and dropped her off in a very public place.  After a few more
minutes, I opened my c-phone and dialed hers.  She answered and
said, "Hello?"

  "Hi there.  Is everything okay in there, you little slut?"

  "Yes Sir." She said quietly into her phone.

  "I just wanted to tell you that you looked stunning.  Are you
having a fun time strutting your privates out in the open?"

  "Well, yes Sir, a little...but do I have any choice?"

  "No, not at the moment.  But, I'm sure you're getting some very
strange looks...right?"

  "Strange is not the word, Sir." She replied.  "There are a lot of
guys in here and I've been hit on by three of them already.  That
includes one of the waiters."

  "Hmmm....should I come in now?"

  "Please?" she replied.

  "You forgot to say Sir.  I'll just give you a little more time to
warm up in there, and learn to address me correctly."  At that, I
hung up and waited another fifteen minutes.

  Calling her back, I asked her again if she was okay and if she
wanted me to come in.  Immediately she said, "Yes Sir, I'm fine,
and yes please, can you come in Sir?  Please?"

  "OK, but only on one condition.  Act as if you don't know me,
and I'll make a hit on you like those other guys, but this time you
take me up on it, and give me plenty of skin shots, to make the
other guys jealous.  Just play along like you're waiting for your
boyfriend."  She giggled on the other end of the line, and said she
would make me proud.

  "Before I hang up, I want you to say, "Yes Sir!  I'll suck it for
you."  Say it loud enough for the closest male to hear you."

  There was silence on the other end of the line.  Total silence.  I
said, "Should I wait for another 15 minutes?"

  "No Sir, please come in?"  She paused and said, "Yes Sir. I'll
suck it for you."

  I said, "Louder.  Say it louder."

  "Yes Sir!  I'll suck it for you!"  I heard her gasp on the other end
and she whispered, "Oh my god, everyone heard me!  They're
laughing at me!  This is so embarrassing!  Please Sir?  Come in
now?"

  "Okay, I'll be right in."  I hung up and waited another few
minutes.  Then I got out of the car and entered the restaurant.  I
swear, everyone, men and women alike, were checking out her
near-naked body.  She was blushing crimson, and she looked like
she was ready to bolt out of there when she saw me come in.

  There was a young guy standing next to her table trying to chat
up a conversation, and I saw that he had a pretty good-sized boner
in his pants.  I could tell she was getting a little irritated by this
guy, but I waited a bit and watched as he continued checking out
her tits.  His hardon was very noticeable, and since he was standing
directly in front of her seat, she couldn't help but notice the bulge
in his pants.

  She did notice it, and kept glancing at it while he continued to
try to talk to her.  She was getting redder and redder, and her sexy
nipples were hard as tacks.  After a while, I saw that this might get
out of hand, so I casually walked up to them and said, "Excuse me,
is this gentleman bothering you?"

  She looked up at me, smiled glowingly, and said, "No sir, but I
think he was just leaving."  She glowered at the guy that was
hitting on her, and he melted away like sugar in the rain.  He
looked at me as if to ask, "Who the hell are you, and why are you
butting in on my chance to get laid?" but he walked away
mumbling to himself, readjusting the hard prick in his pants.  I
heard him mumble something like "...fuckin' whore anyway..." He
wanted her in a bad way.  Tough luck pal!  This cunt is mine!

  I ignored the guy, smiled down at Debi, and asked aloud if the
seat opposite her was empty.  Loud enough for others to hear, she
replied, "Well, not really, I'm waiting for my boyfriend, and he'll
be here any moment."  I said "Great!" and sat down.  Man, did I
ever get some strange looks from the guys that were all trying to
undress her with their eyes.  I knew they were thinking, "This guy
is gonna get slapped in the face, but he has balls!  I should have
tried that!"

  I proceeded to ask her detailed questions about herself, loud
enough so that a lot of folks could hear us.  Nothing too awfully
intimate, just questions one would normally ask a woman in a
situation like that.  I wound up asking her if she had eaten yet.  She
said no, and I immediately motioned to the waiter that I was ready
to order.  Of course he saw me right away, for he, too, had been
staring at her.  And why not?

  He came over, and blatantly stared down her blouse at her
exposed breasts and nipples.  I mean, how could he help himself.
He was only human.  I smiled at him knowingly, and I allowed
him his long examination of her personal assets.  I let him stare
while I pretended to look over the menu.  She was exposing herself
to him, but since I was sitting there, she got a little brazen and
played up to him.

  She surprised me by saying to him, "Your pretty cute.  Do you
like what you see?"  Turning to him, she stuck out her tits and his
face got red.  She played right into his eyes, as I had asked her to
do.

  Almost in a whisper, he said, "Yes indeed, I'm enjoying the
view."  He continued to stare lewdly at her tits and nipples.
Boldly, she said, "Perhaps you would like a closer look?"  He
smiled and nodded his enthusiasm.  She said, "It'll cost you
$50.00, stud. "

  He said, "What do I get for $50.00?"

  Figuring that she would be safe with me there, she acted the slut
part by saying, "For fifty, you get my mouth.  For seventy-five,
you get between my legs as well.  For a hundred, you get to go
around the world.  If you got the dime, I got the time."

  I almost burst out laughing when she said that.  But she was
shocked when he said, "Baby, I can come up with $100.00, no
sweat.  When and where?"

  She was cornered.  I wondered how she was going to get out of
it.  She glanced over at me for help, but I just stood up and said,
"Excuse me, won't you?  You seem like a busy woman.  I'll just
let you conduct your business while I use men's room."  I turned
and left her sitting there with her jaw hanging down.  As I walked
towards the men's room, I flipped open my cell and called her.

  When she answered I said, "Be silent and listen.  I never told
you to offer yourself as a whore, but to only act the part.  However,
now that you have taken things this far, you must follow them
through.  You will be his whore for an hour and be paid for him to
use your body.  You will make a date with him for this afternoon,
at 3pm.  Tell him to meet you at the Super-8 Motel near your
house.  He pays for the room.  Tell him to be on time.  Make
certain that he feels as though he's going to have a good time for
his money.  If you don't, you will be surprised at what happens
next."  I hung up the phone, used the facilities, and came back to
the table.

  By the time I had returned, she was handing him a piece of
paper with the information on it.  He took it and smiled.  I sat
down and he took our orders.  Before he left, he said, "I know a
few more guys that would love to utilize your obvious services.
Would you be interested?"  She blanched and looked at me with
pleading eyes.  I smiled at her and said aloud, "It looks like you're
going to have a busy night."

  Keeping up the facade, she nodded numbly to the young waiter
and after thinking about it for a few seconds, she said, "I suppose,
but cash-only and up front.  No cops.  I call the shots.  One at a
time.  No more, no less.  You squeal, no deal."

  He said, "Done.  I'll let them know and give them the
information."

  He left and she turned to face me with a look of incredulity on
her face.  Panicking, she leaned forward and whispered, "Sir, I
can't sell my body to them!  I'm not a whore.  I was only acting
the part like you wanted me to do.  I'm not a prostitute!  Please get
me out of this, Sir?"

  Now, I had absolutely no intention of letting her actually go
through with prostituting herself, but I wanted her to worry about
it...right up until the 3 o'clock deadline, which was drawing closer
as we sat there.  Whispering back to her with a devilish grin on my
face, I replied, "It seems to me as though you knew what you were
talking about.  I'll wager you will make a lot of youngsters quite
happy.  Think of the bright side.  You're going to make me a lot of
money tonight.  I think it's going to be fun, being a pimp."

  I saw the worried look on her face.  I let the subject drop and
sternly, but silently, told her, "Continue with our plan, or quit now
and leave while I finish eating.  You call the ball."  I figured what
the hell, might as well see how far she would go with it.  Her
choice was to leave now and walk out dressed as a slut, or to stay
safely here with me and play the game.  Granted, it wasn't much of
a choice for her, but wisely, she chose to stay and play.

  She arched her back a little and that caused her terminally hard
nipples to press harder into the front of her sheer blouse.  She
started to adjust her blouse to show those that were watching even
more cleavage.  She made a show of adjusting her breasts and even
undid another button at the top or her blouse, exposing a LOT of tit
flesh to them.  She made sure they knew that she saw them staring.
She smiled at them as if to say, "I bet you want me in the back
room right about now, with my legs wrapped around your neck,
don't you, you poor boys."

  While we were waiting for our food, I allowed her to play silent
sex games with the guys sitting around her while I feigned
ignorance of what she was doing, and she whispered that she was
giving free pussy shots to the guys sitting across from her.  I
smiled to myself and let her keep her legs spread to play her silly
cunt games with the men in the restaurant.  She saw the waiter
chatting with some of them, and handing them a piece of paper.

  We slowly ate and had a fairly loud discussion of whether or not
she should cheat on her boyfriend.  As the other patrons couldn't
help but hear, I said, "You know you want other guys, otherwise
you wouldn't have had brunch with me, dressed the way you are.
Your boyfriend hasn't showed up yet, so he obviously couldn't give
a damn about you.  So what do you say we both just leave and go
out to my car, and we'll drive away to a secluded spot?  When we
get there...we'll continue the discussion."

  I heard some snickering from the guys looking and listening and
I'm sure they thought that that was the dumbest line I could have
ever made.  But, I think they were really surprised when she stood
up, her half-exposed breasts swaying under her sheer blouse, and
said, "You know, you just got lucky.  My boyfriend has stood me
up for the last damned time.  I'm tired of waiting around for his
ass.  Let's just go right to your place and talk about how lucky
you're about to get.  No charge."

  You could have cut the silence in the restaurant with a knife.  It
was superb!  I paid for the meal, left a generous tip for the stunned
waiter, and off we went grinning wildly at each other, arm-in-arm.
It was so cool.  I couldn't have written a script better than that.
I've always wanted to do that, and Debi played it perfectly,
although she was still in shock about offering herself as a whore
and him taking her up on her proposal.

  Even with her potential prostitution in mind, she loved every
moment of flaunting herself in public, and she told me so in the
car.  She was so excited by the time we returned to the car, that she
was shivering with sexual glee...practically forcing her rigid
nipples through that flimsy blouse material.  Beautiful... just
beautiful!

  As we were walking out of the restaurant, I noticed that her
short skirt was riding quite high up on her ass cheeks.  It hid
virtually nothing of the lower portion of her cheeks, and everyone
who looked knew she wore no panties.  She knew exactly what she
was showing.  No imagination was needed to see what Debi had
between her legs.  Just as we opened the door of the restaurant, I
helped myself and reached behind her to raise her skirt and gently
slap her cute, naked butt.  Glancing behind me...all mouths were
open as they watched me fondle her ass cheeks, and they saw the
butt plug stuck up her ass.

  Once we were in the car I looked up and saw two of the young
guys that were sitting near us in the restaurant.  They were staring
out the restaurant window at us.  Then it hit me.  I told her to
quickly unzip and remove her skirt and give it to me.  Happily, she
did so, right there in the front seat.

  I started the car, drove out of the parking lot and honked my
horn to get their attention.  When they looked again, I tossed her
skirt out the window onto the ground in front of their window.  The
look they gave me was worth the trip.  We sped off, both of us
laughing our asses off.  What a great morning!  Life was good.  It
was a great show!

  We laughed for a long time.  We breezed on down the road for a
few miles, and it suddenly hit Debi.  She was skirtless, pantyless
and braless in the car...cruising on down the road.  She was
wearing only the white net hose, garter belt, shoes, blouse and butt
plug.  She was pretty and I wanted her to stay like that for as long
as possible.

  I took the opportunity to do something I'd wanted to do for a
long time.  While we were driving down the highway, I unzipped
myself, pulled out my hardening prick, and grabbed my woman by
the hair.  Pulling her head down to me, I pushed her face to my
groin and forced her lips over my meat so she could suck my cock
as I was driving down the road.  What they say is true, especially if
you have an expert cocksucker like Debi.  You cannot drive and
get a blowjob at the same time.  It's an accident waiting to happen.

  Of course, I used her lips as much as I could, but finally had to
pull over to the side to experience her better.  Once again she
shafted me full length until I was ready to cum.  This time, though,
I wanted something different.  When I was ready, I knelt up on the
seat beside her and spewed my pulsing jism all over her neck and
down between her cleavage.  What a pretty pearl necklace she now
wore for me now!

  I really messed her chest up with my hot load of cum.  There
was a lot of it to spread around, and I made sure she had it all over
herself.  I told her to leave it alone and not to touch it.  Let it drool
down her cleavage and let it travel wherever it needed to go.  I also
grabbed a finger full and smeared it on her upper lip and into her
nostrils.  I had her lick my finger clean.  Now she could smell and
taste my spunk for a while.

  I sat back down in the drivers' seat, and it took me a while to
come back down from the clouds.  She gives really great head.  No
mortal man could hold back an orgasm from her mouth.  I dare you
to try it.  Soon enough though, we were back on the road, headed
back home.  Half dressed and cum all over her face and tits, she
silently rode with me with a smile on her face and the odor of
sperm on her person.

  After a short while, she asked if I could get her something to
wear, and I said, "Sure!" and drove straight to the mall.  When I
drove into the parking lot, I found a quiet, secluded spot pretty far
from the entrance where most folks don't park, unless the mall was
crowded.  She realized that something was amiss and she said, "Oh
No, Sir!  No Way!  This is where I draw the line, Sir.  I'm not
about to walk into that mall naked!"

  Turning to look at her I said in a stern voice, "You are my slave
and you will do exactly as I tell you, and nothing else.  You will
obey me without question, or you will be surprised at what
happens next.  You will not tell me what you will or will not do,
ever again.  I will not tolerate a disobedient slave."  Right then and
there, I decided that Debi would be punished for her outburst.  She
would be punished, by going through with her scheduled
prostitution that afternoon.

  I must make a point of saying that she was very shocked at my
tone of voice, since it was the second time I had truly spoken to her
as a Master to a slave he owned.  She knew she was in trouble
again.  She had spoken out of turn, and it took her several seconds
to grasp my attitude and meaning.  Once she knew I meant
business, she dropped her eyes, and said, "I understand, Sir."

  "Too little, too late." I responded.  I reached over and lifted her
face to look at me, and it appeared that she was ready to let go of a
few tears.  Too bad.  I held her face up to make her look me square
in the eye, and said to her, "I have tried to be lenient with you.  It
seems apparent that you need to be controlled even more.  You are
presumptuous and still think that you are a free woman.  You are
not.  Remember that collar you are wearing.

  "From this moment on, you will address me as Master.  You will
say 'Yes Master' or 'No Master' when you speak to me.  You will
say these words aloud and with meaning, even when we are in
public surrounded by strangers.  It is a sign of respect that you
know and understand your position as my slave, and that you are
aware that you must do my bidding, regardless of how you feel
about it.  Also, when you say the words, you will reach up and
touch your collar, if you are able.  It will remind you always of
what you are, all the time.

  "Your desires are irrelevant.  Your place is to service me, and
others as I may or may not choose, in the future.  You will do
exactly as I wish you to do, and nothing else.  Do not ever question
my authority over your position again.  Now, I know that you have
the ability to understand the words I'm speaking to you.  Right
now, your only duty in life is to do exactly as I wish.  Do you or do
you not understand everything I have just said?"

  Debi was absolutely frightened of me at that moment.  I could
see it in her eyes, and, of course, I used it to my immediate
advantage.  She had not been expecting me to speak to her in that
manner.  In her face I read fear, anger, embarrassment, and
something else that I soon learned was her sexuality starting to
emerge.  Even through all those feelings, she held her back stiffly.
Her physical attributes shone through, deliciously.

  Firmly, with a tone of self-acceptance to her position, I felt a
small shudder run through her, and she responded to me by looking
right into my eyes and saying, "Yes, Master.  I understand."  She
reached up and touched her collar.

  "I'm seriously getting very tired of your outbursts.  You're
going to be surprised at what happens now.  Earlier, when you
were making those silly deals to prostitute yourself, we were
playing a game.  I had no intention of letting you carry them out.
However, because of this recent outburst, you will do it.  I'm going
to take you to that motel, and you are going to fuck everyone who
walks through that door, for money.  You will service everyone
who arrives, regardless of who they are, and you will do it
properly.  You will smile and make them all feel as though you are
the best fuck they have ever had.  You brought this on yourself.  In
about an hour and a half from now, you will become the perfect
whore for those people.  Gear your mind to that end."

  I looked at her and said, "Now then, just the mere thought of you
walking naked beside me in public, with fresh wet cum all over
your face and tits, thrills me to no end.  I truly wish it could be so.
But I never intended for you to go out in public that way.  We still
live in a backward world where there are laws against such things.
We would be arrested on the spot, and it would spoil the fun."  I
felt her relax a bit, and we just sat there for a few moments staring
at each other.

  I removed the car keys, and got out of the car.  She said, "Where
are you going?"  I turned and glowered down at her in the car.  She
gulped and repeated, "Where are you going, Master?"

  I said, "To go buy you some whore's clothes...of course, not that
you're going to really need them this afternoon.  Do you want to sit
out here naked in the car all day, or would you like to wear some
clothes?"  Without waiting for an answer, I turned and started
walking towards the mall entrance.  After just a few steps,
however, I turned back to the car and said aloud, "...and because
you forgot to say 'Master', you will be receiving a public spanking
as soon as I return."  Then I turned away again, and walked into
the mall.

  To be continued...

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+