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Subject: {ASSM} Debi's Tale - Chapters 00 - 05
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Debi's Tale (Re-Written) Adult Sexual Fiction * * * FAIR WARNING NOTICE * *
*

   The entire following depiction is completely a work of adult sexual
fiction and, unfortunately, fantasy.  No part of this story is meant to
portray any actual persons, places, or events (that's so sad!).  Should any
reader find similarities between their life and the lives of the characters
in this accounting, the author apologizes to [or, in some cases, applauds]
that reader.

   Without any doubts, this story contains scenes of fictional adult sexual
content.  It shows scenes depicting oral, anal, lesbian, homosexual, and
other random acts of adult (and some youth) sexual contact.  It also
contains scenes of rape, domination, submission, sexual slavery and
servitude, including (but not limited to), bondage, discipline, and random
acts of pain/punishment.  In other words, pretty much every code applies or
will apply in a future chapter.

   If those subject items disturb you, then please, DO NOT READ BEYOND THIS
POINT!  If you are not 21 years of age or older, you have no business
reading this information in the first place!  If you are younger than 21
years old, You should be ashamed of yourself!

   Further, I request that you do NOT edit, change, or repost this
presentation in any way.

   <Z>

   Debi's Tale - Chapter 1

   It happens to the best of us.  The boring daily groan and grind.  Over
and over, the same old monotonous stuff on an equally same old monotonous
day, taking its levy on one's soul.  Deep down, we all want something
exciting and new.  At some point in time we all seek something that
cleanses and freshens us completely.  It doesn't matter what it is, as long
as it's meaningful or significant.  In other words you can only take so
much crap, earned or not, and then it's time to take a well-deserved break
from reality.  Some of you call it a vacation.  How droll.  Accordingly, I
grew bored with my stagnant day-to-day life and made a conscious resolve to
change things, at least for a short time.

   I don't know how or why it happened.  It was just one of those things,
and I can't even remember why the thought came back to me after such a long
period of time.  I was sitting alone in my office contemplating the ticking
second hand of the old round clock on the wall.  One second I was
completely lost in thought, and the next second I sat upright in my chair
as if a surge of electricity had smashed through me.  The thought pinged
like a lightning bolt through my gray matter, stirring up memories long
since placed in safe storage.  I remembered something that had happened
many, many years ago.  Great gravy!  Had it been twenty years?  Yes!  And
now that my mind was firmly implanted with the thought, there was no
denying the urge.  I decided I had to call my sister, right away.  Yes!  Of
course!

   I suppose a little background is needed, but not to waste much time,
I'll simply say that my sister Stephanie is an accomplished Dominatrix. 
Oh, it's nothing she wants the 'common' folk to know, but too late for
that. The cat's out of the bag.  If anyone could help, she could.  I knew
she would be able to assist me in locating...well, a likely candidate.

   What I needed was a woman with whom I could be in complete control. 
After witnessing the submissive end of that exciting spectrum at the hands
of Stephanie in my earlier years (not on me personally, but on
her...applicants), I knew I had it in me to play the game in a dominant
role.  I had not personally done any of the dominant or submissive roles
before, to any great extent, but I had spent enough time around my sister
to know the rote.  I watched her grow into a beautiful...well, bitch.  She
was hard to please, and I was thankful I was not one of her subs.  So, I
had this sudden unquenchable urge.  Thus I figured, what the hell, give it
a go.

   I decided to take a long vacation.  I had plenty of time saved up, and
damn it to hell, I deserved it.  I immediately grabbed the phone off its
hook and punched in a call to Stephanie.  After exchanging a short
greeting, I told her what was on my mind and that I would love to come out
her way and visit for a spell.  Of course she said sure, and asked me whom
I was bringing along to play.

   "Oh hell, I have no one important to bring, or at least nobody whom I
could play with.  I was hoping, perhaps, you might be able to set me up
with someone, umm, special."

   "Brother mine, you know I always have a large coffer of choice bits, but
do you have any specifics?"

   "Just the usual stereotype.  Blonde.  Blue eyes.  Perhaps on the petite
side of normal.  Ready, willing and able.  I'm looking for only one thing
just to set the record straight."

   "I understand completely.  How could I not?  And listen, your timing is
simply impeccable.  This might be your lucky day.  Hold on just a sec." (I
heard some low-key chatting and giggling in the background.  It took her a
couple of minutes to get back to me, but I could have sworn I heard her ask
someone if they wanted to get lucky with a new Master).  When she came back
on, she said, "You know it's funny you called just now, because I have
someone here with me that I think you should speak with."

   "Who is it?" I asked.

   "Oh just a new friend I happened to cross paths with.  I was going to
actually do her training myself, but I'm a bit overloaded at the moment. 
From what I can see, and that's quite a bit, she will suit you just fine.
Her name is Debi, with an 'i'.  Hold a sec." (More giggling)

   The phone apparently was passed to Debi, and when she came on, she said
"Hi!"

   "Hi!  When are you going to take me home and let me rape you?" (I can't
believe I said that!)

   "When are you coming out?" she asked.

   "In 2 days, without a doubt."

   "I...I'll see you then." She said in a very sultry voice.

   "Good!  Be ready.  Get plenty of rest.  I think you'll be needing it."

   "I will." She said, and handed the phone back to Stephanie.

   "Will that about do it for ya, little brother?" my sister said, stifling
a chuckle.

   "That depends!  Is it what I asked for?"

   "That...and more.  Perhaps more than you can handle, and she's on the
pill.  Have I ever lied to you?"

   "Never in your life.  But, more than I can handle is doubtful in my
present condition.  I know you know what I mean.  I will see you in 2 days.
Fix me up with one of the small rooms on the second floor?  I'll need a
place to conduct business."

   "Sorry.  All those rooms are currently occupied with my clients.  I told
you I was busy.  But don't worry about trivialities.  You'll have a secure
place to do your thing.  You can use my other car while you're here.  Just
trust me, ok?"

   "Ok then." I said, and added, "I have to coordinate my absence here, and
I'll grab an early morning flight out.  No need to pick me up.  I'll catch
a cab.  See you on Saturday morning.  Make sure Debi gets her rest, will
you?"

   "Ok then.  It's a done deal.  As of this moment, Debi is confined to bed
rest.  I'll feed her well until you get here.  After that...she's all
yours. Is there anything I should tell her to expect?" she asked.

   "Umm, not really.  I'm winging it from the start.  Perhaps you can
describe what her duties MIGHT be, and get her all worked up over the next
two days.  I have no concrete thoughts as yet, but I'm certain to dream up
something between now and then.  Just be sure there are no loose ends on
her side.  I don't want any interruptions, ya know?"

   "Gotcha.  See you on Saturday morning.  I can't wait to see you!" she
replied.

   "Same here Steph.  Sorry about not visiting earlier.  Life, and all..."

   "Oh poo.  Forget it.  And I'll wager I won't see much of you while
you're here this time either."

   "Of course you will.  I'll make the time.  We need to catch up
on...certain things." I hinted.

   "Oh!  Then I'll be sure to...fit you in!  See ya!"

   "By for now..."

   I hung up and leaned back in my chair, smiling to myself as the stress
already oozed out of my system...just thinking about the next few weeks.

   I booked a first class ticket and flew out early Saturday morning as
planned.  The stewardesses were fine looking, and as time flew by I
wondered whether Debi would look as good as these women.  I did some mental
wishing while sucking up some airline champagne.  All I could do was hope
for the best.  If memory served, Stephanie had exquisite taste in her
clients.  I could only hope for the best.  What choice did I really have?

   Grabbing the first available taxi, I gave the driver directions and
grinning to myself like the proverbial Cheshire cat, I leaned back in the
seat and daydreamed all the way there.  When we arrived, I tossed him his
fare and a hefty tip.  Just as I had hoped, Steph met me at the door and we
hugged and kissed like brothers and sisters ought not to do.  But you
really had to know our past to understand why that was.  I'll relate some
of that to you at another point in this...whatever it is...this delectable
tale.  Upon entering, there were a number of her good-looking friends
there, toking on a few joints.  I joined in (peer pressure...you know the
drill).

   Steph praised me to them all and introductions took only a short while.
We talked of old times, old friends, and old secrets, and I felt at ease
once again.  Coming home again was such a treat.  After such a long time,
it was grand to just lay back, hang out and enjoy life.  But, I must admit,
I was a bit distracted.  Every so often, I would glance around to see if
Debi had shown up.  Steph saw me looking, knew what I was looking for, and
just smiled at me, sweetly.

   After about an hour or so, the crowd got up and left, saying something
about another party at a friends' house.  I knew they were just being
polite and letting Steph and I have some time together.  No sooner had they
all said their goodbyes and left, I turned and looked up the hallway
staircase just in time to see an exquisite blonde-haired, blue-eyed babe
slinking her way down towards me.  She smiled a perfect smile.  She was
sizing me up, of course, but I never gave her a moment to think about what
she saw.

   Steph nodded to me, nodded towards Debi, and grinned a knowing grin.  I
moved towards her and waited for her to come down the stairs.  When she
reached the bottom, I took her by the hand.  Knowing the layout of Steph's
home, I led Debi directly through the kitchen and outside of the back door.
Steph's back yard was totally private, and I knew that.

   Without saying a word, I pulled her to me forcefully and planted a juicy
kiss on her pretty, tender, red lips.  She surprised me by immediately
putting her arms around my neck and kissing me with a thunderous passion I
had not felt in a long time.  Long breathless moments later, we broke away
and she said, "You don't waste any time, do you?"

   While pressing her tight petite body against my own, I said: "Who has
time to waste?  And, you didn't exactly pull away.  Besides, you look good
enough to eat.  Food for my starving brain.  To my delight, you actually
showed up today, and I can see that you're literally beaming your need to
be, shall we say, handled.  Allow me the privilege of control, if only for
a while."

   Her reply amazed me, since I had never been so brazen before.  She
smiled and said: "I've never had anyone read my mind like that, but it
isn't all spontaneous.  Your sister has told me so much about what she does
in her life, and I've had a small chance to watch her in action.  It has
fascinated me for a long time.  So, lately we've been chatting about maybe
getting me involved with someone.  She has talked almost continuously about
you in the past 2 days.  It's not like I had anything else to do but think
about you and what will happen to me while you are here.  She has told me
something of what to expect, and I know what will probably be required of
me.  She's had me confined to bed since you called.  If half of what I hear
is true, I really did need the rest...and I'm anxious to begin."

   The sparkle in her eyes said it all.  There was pretty much nothing else
to do or say about her commitment to me.  Debi was everything I had
imagined she would be.  She was good looking in the extreme.  There was
nothing pretentious about her attitude.  She was attractive enough to make
your teeth ache.  Nicely formed and ready to play, as displayed by the way
she stood on her toes and pressed her crotch forward, pressing tightly
against my own.  We set up a time to meet, and I listed a few things she
was to do to prepare for me.  And from that moment, she let me have
control. And I took it.

   But she didn't fully comprehend the significance of my control.  I think
she contemplated that she was just going to have some pleasurable sex, and
that would be it.  Later on, I asked my sister what she had discussed with
Debi, and she told me she had described submissiveness and compliance with
Debi, and she seemed to understand the implications...but not the reality
of it.  She soon would, I was confident.

   Knowing the local area quite well, I decided on an impromptu
preparation. I reached for my wallet and pulled out $300.  Looking directly
down into her crystal blue eyes, I told her "Go to the Mall.  Go to
Victoria's Secret.  Purchase three sets of properly fitted underclothes
bra, panties and garter belt.  Get them in three different colors, light
pink, white, and powder blue.  Do you understand what I want?"

   She said, "Yes."

   I said, "Purchase the items, and they had better be the correct size. 
I'll personally be inspecting the fit.  You will wear the powder blue items
with you under your clothes, out of the store.  Do you understand what I
require of you?"

   Again, "Yes" was her only answer.

   "Go do it." I said firmly, and added "I'll meet you at your place in
precisely 2 hours.  Do not be late."

   She smiled, kissed me firmly once again, and left immediately.  I
figured, what the hell.  The worst that could have happened is that I would
never see her or the money again.  After Debi left, I turned to go back
into the house, and saw Stephanie standing in the hallway, leaning against
the wall with that all-to-familiar smile on her face.  Smiling back, I
started to ask her for the keys to her other car, but she was tossing the
keys to me before I could speak the words.  She had overheard our
conversation, the little eavesdropper.  With a twinkle in her eye, she said
"Be Happy.  Enjoy her.  I know I would have, you lucky bastard." I really
love my sister.  What a friend!

   Now, Debi didn't know it, but I rushed to follow her to the mall.  When
we arrived, I made certain I was unseen, and when she went inside, I
followed on foot from a safe distance.  I couldn't believe it!  Without
hesitation, she went into Victoria's Secret and proceeded to look over the
items I had asked her to buy.

   I saw her through the store window as she was asking the clerk some
questions.  Once the items were chosen, she entered the dressing room to
try them on to make sure they were her size.  After a few minutes, she came
back out to make the purchase.  However, I noticed that she had all 3 sets
of underclothes at the counter, and when the clerk rang them up, they were
all placed into a bag, and she left the store.

   What a surprise she had when she came out and saw me standing there,
looking stern.  She just smiled at me, but before she could utter a word, I
asked her if she had done what I told her to do.  She said she had and I
asked her if she was sure.  She replied that she had.

   "Follow me." I said, and led her by the arm into a long hallway off the
main mall floor.  I think it was an employee passage, or some such, but
that didn't matter.  What did matter is that it was currently deserted.  I
stood, blocking the path in front of her so that nobody in the mall could
see.  I turned, looked directly into her eyes, and said, "Lift up your
skirt."

   Stunned at my brazen request, she looked at me as though I had slapped
her face, but very quickly began to smile as if I was joking.  My look said
it all, and after a few moments, she knew I was serious, and she replied,
"Here?  Right now?"

   I said, "I assured you that nobody can see you, and I warn you never to
question my judgment again."

   After sneaking a peek to check if anyone was around, even after I had
told her to trust me (in a round-about way), she grinned, put her shopping
bag on the floor beside her, and reached down to the hem of her short
skirt. She pulled the front of her skirt up to her waist, and I could see
that she had on a stunning pair of very pretty black-lace French-cut
panties that fit her secret V quite snugly.  They were mouth-watering as,
I'm certain, were the prizes that they covered.  But I digress.

   Looking back up to her face, I said, "Show me what you have in the bag."
She dropped her skirt back down and, picking up the bag, opened it to
display her recent purchase.  There in the bag, as pretty as you please,
were all three sets of underwear.  I asked her what she was wearing under
her clothes.  She thought about it for a moment, and then it hit her.  She
had not followed my simple instructions.  She forgot to wear the new
undies.

   She knew then that she had not done as I had asked of her, and without
further hesitation, I told her to follow me to my car.  I turned and
started to walk away, knowing that she would follow.  Of course, she did,
and silently.  When we got to my borrowed car, I opened up the back door
and told her that she was going to be punished for three reasons.  First,
for not doing what I had asked of her.  Second, for lying to me about doing
what she had been told, and third, for not trusting me in the hallway.

   She smiled coyly and asked me what her punishment was going to be.  I
told her she was to receive an immediate spanking in the back seat.  For
the rest of my life, I will always remember the look on her face when she
heard that.  She said, wide-eyed, "You're going to give me a spanking? 
Right here in the back seat of your car, in the middle of the parking lot
with people walking by?  They might see me getting spanked!"

   I replied, "Of course!  Did you actually expect anything less?"

   I never gave her a chance to answer.  I pulled her 5' 2" firm body into
the back seat, bent her over my legs, and began pulling up her skirt.  She
was startled, and pleaded with me not to undress her in public.  I told her
to be silent during any punishment she would be undergoing, and pushed her
head down with my left arm.  I locked her legs together between my own
legs, pulled up the back of her skirt with my right hand and swiftly ripped
away her sexy black-lace panties with a single, firm yank.  I've always
wanted to do that.

   Of course, she reached back with her hands splayed across her ass cheeks
to hide her nakedness from me, and any others who might see her, but I
pulled both of her hands together and held the thumbs of each of her hands,
firmly, in my left hand.  This way, very little pressure or tension could
control her arms easily.  I pulled slightly upwards and backwards on her
thumbs causing her shoulders to hurt.  To avoid the pain, she moved her
upper body downward over my left leg to relieve the tension.  This, of
course, had the desired affect on her butt.  It was presented to me, and
the world, totally exposed.

   What a beautifully stunning sight I beheld in the back seat of my car.
She had the firmest, shapeliest and prettiest ass I had seen in many a
year. With my right hand free, I felt her bare ass to let her know that it
was really naked and presented proudly to me in the fresh air.  Truly, it
was as pretty as any ever has been, and before I could stop myself, I began
to spank her soundly.

   After only 3 swats, she began to struggle and I could tell she was about
to scream, but I stopped and told her not to speak until I was done or I
would have to start over again.  She knew I wasn't joking.  She knew she
was about to feel me slap her nude ass even more, and there was nothing she
could do about it except to accept it in humility.  She was told to
acknowledge her punishment without quarrel, or I would simply leave and go
back home.  She apparently had no argument for that, so I continued
spanking her pretty pink bottom.

   I gave her 10 or 15 more solid strikes, spread pretty much equally
between both firm cheeks.  She was in pain and whimpered wordlessly while I
abused her pretty globes.  She squirmed beneath my assault on her tender
flesh, but I ignored it and administered her punishment.

   Once I was through with her devilishly exciting spanking (at least, to
me it was), I made her promise never again to lie to me, and to do
everything I asked of her, regardless of the demand.  After a few sniffles,
she agreed to everything, and thus ended her first punishment.  I know for
a fact that at least 4 people saw the entire incident, and two of them were
young guys.  Did they ever get a first-rate show!

   Also, I couldn't believe her adorable ass could look better, but after
the spanking (I'm certain that she had never had one like that before), her
firm cheeks were the prettiest dark crimson, and exquisitely warm to the
touch.

   After the spanking in the car, I stood her back up outside of the car.
For a few moments, she didn't notice that her skirt was up around her
waist. Just before she reached for it, I held her hands and told her that
she had to go back into the mall.

   I pulled her skirt back down over her naked rear end, catching a
tempting glimpse of her slit (of which I will describe later), and told her
that from now on only I could adjust the clothes that she was currently
wearing.  I reminded her that I was in control of her person.  I think she
was getting the idea.

   I told her that since she had disobeyed me, she was to go back into the
same store, pantyless, and tell the clerk that she "Didn't do as she was
told." And to emphasize the loss of control of her person, she also had to
say "I need to go back into the dressing room, and put on one of my new
sexy outfits for my Master." Her face flushed beet-red, and she pleaded me
not to have her do that in front of a stranger.

   Sternly, I asked her if she wanted another spanking to reinforce her
newly controlled situation, and she said, "No, please no, but what you ask
from me is humiliating and embarrassing."

   I replied, "Correction.  I never asked you to do anything.  I told you.
There is a distinct difference between the two, one which I hope you learn
quickly, for your sake.  Besides, could what I want be more embarrassing
than getting a bare-assed spanking in a public place, with an audience
watching your punishment?"

   Then I pointed to the two young men still watching us.  She had not seen
them looking until I pointed them out to her.  Her face turned an even
darker shade of crimson than her stinging ass cheeks (her being a
fairskinned blonde you might imagine her appearance), and the two guys
chuckled as I waved them away.  They applauded and left, smiling and
chatting animatedly between them.  I'm certain it will be a tale well told,
to whomever would listen to them.

   She looked back to me and a new defiant look came over her face, as if
to say, "All right smarty pants.  Let's see how far we can go with this. 
I'm game if you are.  Let's just see who has the nerve to carry out this
thing to its limit!" Smugly, then, she spun around and headed back into the
mall, carrying her newly acquired personal garments.  She re-entered
Victoria's Secret and strode directly up to the counter.

   Of course, to her dismay, I followed her right up to the counter,
looking a bit stern.  She hesitated, for a short moment, not knowing how to
broach the subject to the familiar clerk behind the counter.  I simply
looked at Debi, waiting for her to follow my instructions.  To my
everlasting enjoyment, she bravely did exactly as she was told without
missing a step.  The clerk simply smiled knowingly and said, "Don't worry
about it honey, we get that all the time!"

   What a thrill!  I told Debi to go stand by the dressing rooms and wait
for me there.  I began flirting with the clerk while Debi looked on.  While
I talked to her in a low voice, I glanced back to Debi a few times and
smiled devilishly.  I kept wondering what Debi was thinking about her new
position.  Not that it mattered, of course, but I wondered just the same. I
was hoping for extreme embarrassment.

   After a short but fact-filled conversation with the clerk, I found out
that it seemed that she sometimes got involved on a personal level within
the fitting rooms, and without, so I got a wicked thought.  The clerk
seemed quite likeable and carefree about the whole situation, as if it
happened on a daily basis.  So I wondered just how far I could push Debi
until she backed off.  There was only one way to find out.

   I walked over to where Debi was standing, whispered something in her
ear, and I swear she almost buckled under shaking knees.  After she
composed herself a bit, she glanced back and forth between the clerk and
me, and she again got that "I acknowledge your challenge" look on her face.
Without hesitation, she walked back to the clerk.

   I must interrupt a moment to tell you that the clerk was about 5' 7",
long, straight brown hair, and breasts as full as grapefruit.  She was
showing a LOT of incredibly firm cleavage under her tight blouse, and
lengthy thigh under her short skirt.  Sorry for the interruption, but I
felt you needed a visual.

   Debi said, "Mistress, would you be so kind as to help me try on my new
panties?"

   Without hesitation, the clerk leaned forward, displaying even more
cleavage, towards Debi this time, and declared softly, "I most definitely
will, my precious!  How could I turn down somebody as luscious as you?  I
was secretly hoping you would let me fit you personally.  I'll be sure to
do a first-class job with your sexy panties, don't you fret your pretty
face a single moment."

   Debi blushed a deep burgundy, and I told her to go into the dressing
room and wait for the clerk.  I took the shopping back from her and handed
it to the clerk.  After Debi had gone into the dressing rooms, I began to
ask the clerk a few more questions.  Without letting me finish, she told me
that she was bi-sexual and wanted to know if she could get 'personal' with
Debi.

   I smiled and said to her, "As you might have already deduced, this is
all new to Debi.  I don't know how she will take to such a personal thing,
as she is about to undergo.  But, I think I can trust you enough to feel
free to help yourself, and tell Debi that I said to 'Behave'.  I'll find
out how it went, later on, at home.  Have fun with her, and see to it she
does as she is told.  Oh, and one more thing.  Don't leave any marks.  I'll
be waiting outside of the store."

   She smiled a beautiful toothy smile and said, "Not to worry.  I have
quite a bit of experience in this area.  She's in good...hands." She
snickered at her own joke, and after making sure that another clerk was
watching the counter, went into the dressing room to take care of her
new...consumer.

   I swear they were in the dressing room for a full 20 minutes before the
clerk returned, and with another big smile, told me that Debi was now
'ready for public viewing'.  I knew from the clerk's smile that she had had
a good time.  Quietly, she leaned in and whispered to me, "She tastes
marvelous!"

   Of course I was instantly jealous, for I had not yet had that privilege,
but before I could respond, Debi came out of the dressing room; a little
pale, but she had a strange smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye when
she saw me.  In front of Debi, I asked the clerk for her phone number, and
she game it to me.  Ignoring Debi's presence, she quietly asked if she
could spend more time alone with Debi.  Smiling widely, I said I would
consider it, and told her I would call her later.

   Together, Debi and I left the mall, walked back to her car, and she got
into the driver's seat.  Climbing into the passenger side and closing the
door, I leaned over, took her face in my hand, and kissed her full sexy
lips.  I distinctly smelled the scent of woman on her face.  There is no
mistaking that familiar odor.  I wanted to ask her, but decided to save
that for later.  Ignoring the obvious aroma on her lips, I smiled and said,
"Now, let me see your new outfit."

   She said, "Here?  In the parking lot?"

   I said, "Of course!  Nobody will see you if you scoot down a bit.  Now
stop questioning me, take off those ugly outer clothes, and let me see what
I bought with my money!"

   She looked around (wrong move, but I let it go), slid down below eye
level, and removed everything except the new undies she had purchased. 
There she sat in her new bra, panties and garter belt only.  She looked
magnificent!  She was braver than I had could have hoped, and her petite
body was more stunning than I could possibly have imagined.  Seeing it like
this made my cock start to harden.  There was no way I could have
controlled it.  It would have been inhuman to attempt to try.

   I kept my opinion to myself, but I'm sure she saw the expression on my
face as she disrobed and sat there before me.  I told her that when we got
together that evening I would enlighten her as to how I thought she looked.
Then, without any further debate, I took all the clothes that she had
removed, put them in the shopping back with the remaining sets of
underwear, got out of her car and closed the door, carrying the bag with
me.

   She was stunned!  I leaned in the window, told her to drive home
carefully, and strolled calmly over to my car.  I left her sitting in her
car, pretty much naked, with that magnificent look on her face.  Then I
drove out of the parking lot and headed off to her place.

   Of course, I had no plans on leaving her there alone, but she didn't
need to know that.  I pulled out of the parking lot and drove far enough
away so that she couldn't see me, but I could keep an eye on her.  I waited
almost 5 minutes before I saw her drive away.  Following at a discreet
distance, I followed her home.

   She took a lot of back roads so as not to have to use the main roadway,
so it took her a lot longer to traverse the distance between the mall and
her house.  We finally arrived at her place and I kept my distance to see
how she would handle the situation, smiling devilishly to myself all the
time.  Parking down the street, I tossed Debi's clothes into the back seat
and waited to see how long it would take her to get out.  It didn't take
long.

   Luckily, her driveway was relatively close to her front door.  The
neighboring homes still had a clear view of her driveway, but they would
have had to be looking in her direction at just the right time to catch a
glimpse.  Her house was small and didn't have a garage, so her dilemma was
soon about to be made public.

   She hadn't seen me drive up or park, so I watched from a convenient
spot. She was hunkered down in the front seat of the car, pondering, I
assumed, her dilemma, trying to come up with a solution.  After a few
minutes, she made her break.

   She quickly opened the car door, jumped out, and made a mad dash to the
front door of the house.  She made the trip in record time, no doubt.  It
was cute, seeing her in her new underwear, trying to be invisible.  She
fumbled wildly with her house keys, and after only a few short moments,
made it inside and closed the door behind her.

   Patiently, I waited across the street for about 15 minutes.  Quietly, I
idled up to her place and parked silently behind her car, turning off my
engine.  When I got out, I slowly closed my car door and headed up the
short walkway to her front door.  Stealthily, I tried turning the doorknob
and found that in her haste, she had neglected to lock the door.  Without
waiting or knocking, I slowly opened the door, stuck my head in, and found
nobody in the living room.  I quickly walked in and closed the front door
as quietly as I had opened it.  Except, I locked it.

   She wasn't in the living room or anywhere in my immediate view, and she
must not have heard me come in, for when I finally snuck my way through the
house, all the way to the back, I found her.  She was in her bedroom, lying
on her bed, completely and totally involved in a vigorous masturbation
episode.  Man!  She was absolutely getting it on!  My god, she was so fine!

   She still had on her new undies, and apparently, the recent erotic
stimulation of her experience was too much for her to handle.  As I
silently watched from the shadows of the hallway and bedroom door she
seemed insatiable, legs splayed wide apart, both hands stuffed down the
front of her panties, her fingers apparently attacking her pussy without
mercy.

   I had had opportunities to watch a woman masturbate before, several
times with different women, but never with the woman unaware that I was
watching her.  This was my very first chance to be a voyeur during a
private masturbation session.  And she was positively erotic!

   Her eyes were tightly closed in absolute concentration on what she was
doing to herself.  She was breathing heavily, hips bucking up to meet her
finger thrusts coming down with reckless abandon as her fingers attacked
her throbbing clit.  The way she was frigging her slit, you would have
thought her cunt was on fire.  It probably was.  You go girl!

   As I stood there silently watching her voracious finger fucking, my cock
grew and hardened inside my pants, faster than I can ever remember it
doing. Never had I ever been a witness of such an episode of
selfgratification such as hers.  It was absolutely marvelous to watch! 
After only a couple of minutes, I found my hand probing impatiently at my
own crotch.  I was hard as steel, to coin a phrase, and with each passing
moment, felt my own heat growing.

   However, my heat was quickly growing out of control, and I knew it was
soon going to overwhelm me.  I felt that I had to get involved.  In
preparation, I silently backed up and returned to the living room.  I
silently stripped off all of my clothes.  It took me only a couple of
minutes, and then naked, with a raging hardon pointing up towards my belly,
I walked silently back to her bedroom door and peeked in on her again.

   While I had been undressing, Debi had slid her panties down to her
ankles and was now laying in the bed with her legs spread wide, using an
eight-inch, thick-veined, battery operated rubber dildo - turned up high,
and she was pushing it all the way into her cunt and pulling it out again,
over and over, relentlessly.  She was getting all the satisfaction she
could take for herself.

   Her face glowed there in the bed as she rammed that fake cock in and out
of her very wet cunt.  The look on her face as she diddled herself was one
of pure lust.  She moaned loudly, thinking she was alone.  Her eyes were
closed tightly as she fucked herself.  She must have recently installed new
batteries in that dildo because it sure was loud.  As she jammed it fully
and repeatedly in and out, her cunt was utterly lathered up around it.  It
got louder as she pulled it out and a lot quieter when it was deep inside
her pussy.

   Her talented hands, wrapped firmly about her tool, fucked her own pussy
for a few minutes more when she suddenly began to visibly tremble, and a
blind man could tell she was cumming in great pulses of pure ecstasy.  She
shuddered and moaned with definite orgasmic bliss.  She came with that
dildo pushed deep inside her pussy, and you could hear the heated passion
in her breathing for a long time and, still breathing heavily, fell over
onto her side shaking silently in her orgasmic fever.

   Lying on her side, facing away from me with that dildo still shoved all
the way deep inside her pussy lips, she squeezed her gorgeous thighs
together.  She was gripping her vibrating rubber cock tightly inside her
while she finished cumming.  As I watched her, she had several mini orgasms
as the dildo hummed deep inside her.  Because her thighs were so tightly
closed, the buzzing noise of the dildo was almost drowned out within the
inner confines of her cunt.

   Still facing away from me, she rolled over onto her stomach and started
shaking in yet another big orgasm brought on by the vibrations of her toy.
She came so hard that her ass rose up in the air over and over again as her
orgasm took hold.  It was as though she were fucking the air, or an
invisible partner underneath her.  The panting and moaning she evoked
through her cum session was making me hotter and hotter.

   Her ass cheeks were still a little red from the spanking I had given
her. That fact and her loud orgasms stimulated me to such a great extent
that I saw my chance to pounce, and I took the leap.  And leap, I did. 
Swinging open the bedroom door enough to enter, I silently, but swiftly ran
into the bedroom and jumped onto the bed behind and on top of her.  She
never saw me coming.

   Before she could react, I straddled her hips, my seriously raging hard
cock pressing its solid length firmly into the crack of her pretty red ass.
I pushed her shoulders down firmly onto the bed, and quickly covered her
head and face with part of the blanket on the bed.  My sudden presence so
shocked her that she froze for a moment, and then she started to struggle,
trying to get out of the situation.  The difference in her size and mine
was too much for her to handle, and she finally succumbed to my strength.
She was breathing heavily and shaking like a leaf.  Scared to death.  Yet
she hadn't said a thing.

   Bending down and putting my full weight on top of her body, I knew that
she still had her cunt full of that vibrating dildo.  Because of my
position on top of her, her thighs were pressed tightly together, so there
was no way she could get that beast out of her cunt.  Luckily, both of her
hands had been pressed into her crotch, holding the dildo tightly inside
her when she had rolled over onto her stomach.  So, she was unable to move
her arms in any way.

   Patiently, I just waited there on top of her for about a minute,
listening to her labored breathing, and the sound of the dildo vibrating
inside of her.  Neither she nor I had uttered a word up to that point.  Her
silence was from sheer fright, and mine from sheer exhilaration.  There was
no mistaking that she knew she was in deep danger, and when I reached
between us to grab and fondle her tender, sore ass cheeks she renewed her
pitiful struggle and only then started begging me to let her go.

   Using a deep voice that I hoped she wouldn't recognize, I whispered
through the blanket, into her ear, "If you're real quiet and don't move, it
will all be over before you know it.  If you fight me, cry out, or make a
scene, the same thing goes...it'll be over before you know it."

   She didn't know if she was about to be killed, but I'm certain she knew
she was going to be raped in her own bed.  The sound of my ominous voice
made her freeze in place.  She tensed up and her body shuddered deeply, and
I heard her weeping into her pillow.  I wondered if she had just cum or was
it from fright.  She was soon sobbing deeply, but I did my best to ignore
it.  I felt for her.  I did my best, however, to not overdo it.

   With my body weight, I was holding her down on her bed, with my raging
hard cock lying between the cheeks of her ass, and in this position, I
could feel that damned dildo shaking inside of her.  She still had her
dildo on high, stuffed completely up inside her cunt, and I could feel it
vibrating.  I pressed my prick into the crack of her ass, humping her dryly
for a minute or two, reveling in the feel of her.

   I bent over again and whispered, "I might not be the brightest guy on
the planet, but it seems to me that any bitch who looks like you, wandering
around outside in her panties and bra, is advertising for a fuck.  Well, I
just happen to have a spare one, and I'm going to give it to you for
safekeeping.  But, it looks like you already have a close friend deep
inside your beautiful pussy, so I'll just have to contend myself with
fucking your asshole...and I bet it's a real tight one!  I wonder.  Is it
virgin territory?  I sure hope so."

   I tightened my legs together so that she couldn't budge, and began to
slide my rigid cock down further.  She knew what the outcome would be, as
she felt my hardness and length making its way to her rear entrance. 
Before I knew it, her adrenaline pulsed and without thinking of her safety,
started struggling again.  She was a fighter, that's for certain, but all
it did was excite me even more.

   She was no match for me however, and in the process of her struggles my
cock had slipped down deeper into the crack of her ass and the hard,
unyielding mushroomed head started pressing hard against her secret rear
place.  Suddenly, she froze in horror.  We both knew what was going to
happen.  I couldn't wait to take her, but I pulled all of my wits together
and paced myself.

   I pressed in harder against her hole, and once again her struggles
renewed, but each time she moved, the worse it got for her.  I figured that
now was as good a time as any, so I pressed my hips harder and harder, all
the while pressing my weight on top of her so that she couldn't move away
from the invading cock-head between her ass cheeks.  She started to cry. 
Her choked sobs echoed up through the blanket as I pressed forward into her
unyielding rectum.

   I had the thought that it was going to be a dry fuck for us, but I soon
realized that while she had been fucking herself, the amount of moisture
she had given up out of her cunt had nicely run down between her legs and
into the crack of her ass, lubricating her channel nicely.  Luckily for
Debi, when she came, she juiced up pretty good.  I mentally thought how
nice it would be to taste and drink that precious pussy juice when she came
in my mouth at some other point.

   I felt the vibrating dildo doing its wondrous thing deep inside her
pussy, and that vibration simply urged me on and made my cock hotter and
harder.  I felt her tension rising up, but no matter how much she squeezed
the muscles of her ass cheeks together, she just couldn't hold back the
pressure of the head of my tremendous hard-on.

   With the assistance of her previously released copious cunt juice, I
finally felt the thick head of my prick pop slickly past her sphincter and
inside her asshole.  She grunted loudly in shock and pain of my forced rear
entry.  Once the head was safely inside her, I paused and waited for her,
and me, to relax.  It took her quite a while to ease her tension, and she
was now sobbing quietly to herself again, unable to prevent the rape she
was getting.

   I have to admit that even though I wanted to just slam it deep inside of
her, I didn't want to injure her in any way, so I waited patiently, feeling
the blood throb through my meat...keeping time with the heady thudding of
my heartbeat.  It didn't matter how long it took, there was simply no way
to ebb the flow of blood to my cock, and I was about to get my first piece
of ass with Debi.  I was bound and determined it would not hurt her,
physically.  However, her mental condition was in turmoil, to say the
least.

   After what seemed like minutes of waiting with the thick head of my
hardness inside her, her ass muscles gave way a little and my cock slid
inside another inch.  We did this several times over the next few minutes,
and finally I had my fully erect nine inches embedded deep within her
small, hot, virgin bunghole.  Lying still in this position, together we
throbbed in our own passions for another minute.

   She finally spoke in a whisper and begged me not to do it anymore, and
even offered to pay me money to stop, but I simply kept pushing until my
balls were smashed between her thighs.  I was in as deep as I could go. 
There was no place else to go, except out, and then back in.

   Coincidentally, my pulsing cock was now sheathed hotly and tightly in
her ass, pressing up against the full length of the big dildo with only a
thin barrier separating them.  The entire length and breadth of my prick
and balls felt the continuous heated vibrations within, and I was now on
fire.  It was an extremely sensuous feeling to me, but I'm certain Debi
wasn't thinking the same things.

   I whispered into her ear, "My god, woman.  If I had a cunt like yours,
I'd fuck myself raw everyday with that shivering bone you got deep inside
yours.  I bet you do though.  I'll wager you do your pussy with it, every
chance you can get.  It feels really nice, you know.  It's too bad you
don't have a real man to fuck you like I'm about to do.  But maybe you do
have a man and he doesn't satisfy you enough.  I may have to come back
often and give you a treat.  Your friend has a wonderful vibration, but you
already knew that.  It feels great pressing against my cock, from inside
your ass."

   I let my words sink into her mind, and after another few moments of
waiting to be sure she wasn't hurting, I began a single long, slow, stroke
out and back into her tight asshole.  She immediately clenched her ass
cheeks together, but all that did was make my own sensations that much
greater.  She had a wonderfully tight little ass, and I can assure you that
it was the first time for her to have it fucked.  After a few more moments,
I gave her another full out and in stroke.

   Suddenly, she just seemed to want me to get it over with.  She just
exhaled, relaxed under me, and allowed me full access to do what I was
going to do, regardless of what her actions were.  She had mentally given
up and so my strokes grew bolder and faster, until I was fucking her ass
for all the glory it was worth.  The thrill of the actual 'rape' made the
entire episode immense, and although I would never have considered doing it
'for real' under other circumstances, somehow I had the feeling that this
would turn out fine.

   On the other hand, it was then that I knew the thoughts of a true
rapist. I had become one!  What a powerfully emotional feeling it was to be
taking predatorial advantage of this woman in this manner.  Using her ass
for the sole purpose of the pleasure to purge my semen from my balls and
shoot it up inside her ass.  The urge to rape is a very intoxicating drug.
I would never do this under any other conditions.  I'd go to jail, and
perhaps Big Louie would be using me for his ass fuck.

   I knew that I wouldn't last very long, as tight as her rectum was, but
to my surprise she began to loosen up a bit more and fucking her got
easier. Although I thought that she was actually beginning to enjoy it, I
had a feeling that that was just my male arrogance.  But, I lasted longer
without her struggling.  And her relaxation to the event only spurred me on
to even harder strokes.  The guilt I was feeling, as a 'rapist', didn't
begin to encroach upon the actual act of pummeling her rear entrance with
my prick.  My intention was to use her body for my own relief...nothing
more.  To simply use her body for my pleasure was all I wanted.  I used her
well.

   What with the velvety smoothness and tight constriction of her asshole
and the torrid heat inside her ass, coupled with the sensations of that
damned vibrating dildo rubbing up against my cock on each and every stroke,
I soon felt that most wonderful sensation welling up inside of my balls. 
In no time at all I began to unload my cum inside her ass!  I felt myself
spurt repeatedly, deep within her.

   She must have felt me cumming inside her, and I could have sworn she
lifted her ass up against me and I swear I felt an orgasmic shudder from
her.  But, of course, I couldn't be sure.  As soon as my orgasmic spasms
were through, I bent forward again, and whispered in her ear.

   "If that was as good for you as it was for me, I know you'd love me to
fuck your ass again...and I just might have another go at it...someday. 
For now though, I'm going to pull my empty dick out of your raped,
cum-filled ass, get up and leave quietly."

   Then I surprised her by talking to her in my own voice.  I said, "Baby,
when I asked you when you were going to take me home and let me rape you, I
told you that you would be needing a lot of rest.  Now thanks for the rape,
and I want you to get some sleep."

   Before she could react I yanked the covers off of her head and spun her
over onto her back, my sperm-covered prick leaving a trail across her hips
and thigh.  Her astonished look told me at once that I had been successful
in hiding my identity from her.  Without waiting for a reply, I bent down
and gave her a small kiss on her forehead.

   The relief that it was I and not some stranger that had just taken her
ass was clearly written on her face, yet the emotional dam was breaking and
I saw tears forming in her eyes as she broke down into wracking sobs.  She
raised her arms and pulled me tight to her as she let loose tears from the
terror that had been building up inside her.

   As she cried heavily into my neck, I held her tight and comforted her.
After a while she eased off, and I asked her if she was ok.  She nodded her
head and said that she would be all right.  She was shaking again, from her
adrenaline rush, and I held her tight, waiting until she calmed down.  Once
she was settled, I smiled down at her and she smiled back up at me, and I
knew she would be fine.

   I smiled mischievously, reached down between us, and cupped her pussy.
She still had the dildo embedded in her pussy, vibrating away.  I just
cracked a grin and she joined me.  We had a good laugh together and I told
her to get some rest.

   Debi replied with a nod of her head, and I climbed off the bed, walked
to the living room and quickly got back into my clothes.  I went back into
the bedroom and looking down upon her nakedness, I asked again if she was
going to be ok.  She surprised me by giggling and stating "Yes, I will, and
that was a mean thing to do to me, leaving me there in the parking lot in
my underwear."

   "Mean?" I asked.  "Are you telling me it didn't give you a thrill?"

   "Well, of course it did", she said, and added, "I just wasn't expecting
it, is all, and neither was I expecting to be raped in my own bed.  There
were a lot of things that happened to me today that I didn't expect.  You
made me do some pretty risky things there at the mall."

   "Are you ready for a little more...or can't you handle the pressure?" I
asked.

   She said, "Well, I guess I can handle pretty much anything, now that I
know where we stand."

   "Great!  Have you ever been anyone's sex slave?"

   "Well, that depends on what you mean by a sex slave." she replied.

   "You cannot be that naive.  I'm pretty sure you already know what it
means.  A sex slave does exactly what she or he is told to do, when they
are told to do it, with no questions asked.  I promise not to give you too
much pain, but more spankings are definitely in order should you disobey
me. I assume you know that I want you to follow all of my orders, exactly.
I think I've demonstrated that."

   "Hmmm, this is sounding better and better all the time."

   "We'll see about that.  I'll be back here in a few hours.  For now, I
want

   you to take a nice hot shower and get that dildo out of your cunt, it's
going to need some well-earned rest.  You'll be pretty busy later and
yourperformance--will tell me whether you get more rest early or late. 
Ready to start as soon as I get back?"

   "Yes, please.  I could use the company."

   "Great.  Here's what you must do to prepare for me." I gave her a
laundry list of things to do after she woke up, and told her how to get
ready for my arrival.  I didn't give her much time to absorb the
instructions, as I figured I would see how good she was at listening.

   Before she had a chance to respond to my wishes, I told her I would be
back in exactly three hours.  Then I turned and left without so much as a
"Do you understand?" After all, I had to take a shower.  I called Steph
before I left Debi's place and told her to expect me shortly.  She laughed
and said, "What?  You're done already?  That didn't take long!"

   I chuckled and told her I would explain when I came over.  She said I
had great timing, and to hurry.  She had another surprise waiting for me.
Curious, I drove back to my Steph's place to get myself together, and see
what she had on her depraved mind.

   Over the last few years, Steph hadn't changed a bit, except that she had
grown even more Amazonian.  When I walked into the back door of her house,
she was in the living room, 'entertaining' her guest of the day.  She never
ceased to amaze me, and I fell silent when I saw what she was up to.

   As a side note, I don't remember if I mentioned that we 'played' a lot
as we grew up and that now, she was a hot-blooded dominatrix.  Yes, it's
true.  We were very close and shared a lot of good times, in the physical
sciences, as it were.  We had been having regular sex together since we
were in our teens.  They say incest is a bad thing.  I suppose it may be,
but we shared everything as teenagers and young adults.  We explored our
sexuality together in the tree house in our back yard.  Constantly.  Daily.

   Mom and Dad always said that we were inseparable.  They honestly never
knew just how true that was, and never found out just how close we were,
right up until they day they were killed in the car wreck.  If anything, we
grew even closer after that.  We lived together all during school, sneaking
up into the tree house every chance we could get.  However, after college
we went our separate ways and lived our own lives, keeping in touch
sparingly, but always.

   I hadn't had any real contact with her for a long time, up until I had
called her the other day.  I knew her lifestyle, and every so often
wondered how far she had taken it.  I was about to find out.  Now, as I
looked on, I saw that her current plaything was, well, in the midst of a
training period.

   She had a young male naked, blindfolded, gagged, and tied on his hands
and knees, bent over a low footstool in the middle of the room.  He had on
a neck collar.  His wrists were secured to the front of it, making him,
well...available to her.  The front of the collar had a ring in it, with a
small rope running from it, down under the stool, and back up to a ring in
the center of a 3-foot spreader bar connected on each end to his ankle
cuffs.  The rope was short, causing his legs to bend and his knees to be
brought up close to the rear of the stool, and his head pulled down close
to the front of it.

   As I walked in I saw that she was completely and marvelously nude,
sitting on his back facing his ass, and was spanking him lightly but
firmly. His ass was already red, so she must have been doing it for a while
before I had entered.  She saw me enter, smiled, and motioned with a finger
to her lips for me to be quiet.  Good heavens, she gets more beautiful (and
kinky) as time goes by.

   She slapped his ass a few more times, harder just because I was
watching, and then stood up.  As she climbed off, I saw her pull tight on
the ties to a harness and 10-inch black strap-on she was wearing.  At this
point, she proceeded to verbally humiliate her young male friend.

   "Oh my goodness, your ass is soooo red, my dear.  I just know that your
tight little ass is going to please me to no end.  It's so pretty!  I'm
getting so hot just looking at your little brown pucker.  I'm going to just
love using it." You could tell that he didn't want that to happen.  He was
trying very hard to get out of his bindings, and as I watched him struggle,
uselessly, I wondered how and why he had agreed to let himself be confined
as he was.

   She answered my thoughts by saying to him, "You pitiful little puny
bastard.  You thought you were cute when you made a pass at me, didn't you?
What are you, all of 80 pounds soaking wet?  You have the body of a little
girl!  Was I supposed to be impressed?  Here I am a full-grown woman of the
world, and you bring your scruffy little 14-year old attitude to me and ask
me if I wanted to have a good fuck.  You treated me like a whore by talking
to me like that!

   "You made it easy for me!  I made it a point to lure you in here and had
you reveal to me your little secrets.  You told me you had a fight with
mommy and daddy and left home to be on your own.  Straight off the farm and
into the big city!  What a joy you will be for me.  Yes, and since now I
also know that you're a virgin, it will be a lot more fun!  So, you've
never had your tiny prick inside a woman before?  Well I have news for you,
my young little dish of male meat.  You're mine now.  You belong to me!

   "You thought we were going to play some sex mind games so that you could
lose your little baby cherry with me.  Did you actually think I would let
you fuck me with that tiny piece of limp skin between your legs?  You
stupid little piece of shit!  Here's a newsflash for you.  You're going to
lose your cherry all right.  Your ass cherry!  And if I have anything to
say about it...and I do...you will NEVER use that useless piece of man skin
in ANY woman for the rest of your natural life!"

   Throughout her entire tirade of this young kid, my attention was
completely lost on her nakedness.  I hadn't seen her in a very long time,
and she had filled out in all the right places.  She stopped talking to him
and motioned for me to come closer, and sure enough, she hadn't changed. 
When I got close to her, she put her arms around my neck and we kissed
passionately.  I groped a feel of her hard, seductive tits, as she fondled
my hardening cock.  She was as hot as ever.

   It had been a long time since we had been together in these training
sessions, and after our passionate kiss, she whispered in my ear, "Do you
want to take his 14-year old ass cherry?" I smiled and my eyes grew wide.
As we continued to embrace, I whispered back that I had just taken Debi's
ass cherry as I raped her, and would be happy to assist in a second one. 
She beamed and bid me to tell her all about it later.  I nodded in
agreement.

   She smiled and started to take my clothes off.  I helped, of course. 
When we finished getting me undressed, she walked back to the kid, slid on
a disposable plastic glove, and began to grease up his asshole with what I
knew was her own special mixture.  She needed to wear the glove because the
slick substance she used also contained an ointment that got hot and really
burned when it was applied directly to the skin.  She only used it for
popping ass cherries.  I was getting hard again, watching her lube him up
well.  It took only a short minute for the reaction to set in on the lad.

   He had been struggling against his bonds when she began to lube him up,
but as soon as the burning sensation hit him, he went over the wall.  His
asshole was on fire.  The goo was only on the outside of his rectum,
directly on his rosebud, but I know that he thought it was burning a hole
clean into his exposed anus.  He screamed repeatedly into his gag and
flailed uselessly against the bindings, almost toppling over the stool onto
which he was bound.  I knew the burning wouldn't last long, but he didn't.

   After letting him feel the pain for almost a full minute, she took a wet
cloth and wiped off the hot goo from his pucker and said, "If you think
that burns, you helpless little turd, wait until I brand your naked ass
with my red hot fire iron!" Squelching a chuckle, I went into the bathroom,
grabbed a washcloth and cleaned myself off.  The whole time I was in there,
she had spanked him again.  He wouldn't be able to sit on his ass for a
week, when we were through with him.

   After a thorough soapy cleansing of my cock and balls, I came back into
the living room.  She was still berating him loudly, slapping his ass
cheeks hard while saying "Shut up and take it like the little cherry slut
boy that you are now!  You wanted to lose your cherry and you know it!  You
told me I could have it, and I'm going to take it!  You're now my little
fuck toy!  From now on your ass is my little cherry pussy.  It's going to
be mine to fuck hard all day, so get used to the idea!

   "You'll grow fond of it in due time, even begging me for it.  It's a
funny thing, the human asshole is.  It's like my hot, steamy pussy.  I love
it when a man shoves his firm hard prick deep inside of me while I scream
in orgasm.  It's a wonderful feeling.  But then again, you wouldn't know
the feeling of a tight pussy, now would you?  But you will learn to know
the feeling of having your ass fucked, I assure you.  It'll be so sweet
when you finally come crawling to me, begging me to do your ass.  I wonder
how long it will take you to realize how nice it is to get on my good side
and beg me to fuck you lovingly?"

   She has a fun way with words, don't you think?

   Her actions and words affected him deeply (ok, they affected me too, in
a positive way), but he still struggled vainly, and as he moaned his fate
into the gag and accepted still more of her attention-getting spanking, I
saw tears fall out from beneath his blindfold, and spittle run out from
around his gag.  It appeared he had changed his mind about the loss of his
cherry.  It wasn't what he had meant, but she could have cared less.

   Once she was satisfied that his ass was red and burning enough, she
walked back over to me with her big rubber tool swinging cutely between her
legs.  She reached for my cock and began pulling on it while her other hand
reached around to fondle my ass.  We kissed again for a few minutes and, as
always, she had me as hard as stone in no time at all.

   As the saying goes, 'Blue steel.  A cat couldn't scratch it!"

   Did I also mention that she gave great head?  One thing about my sister
is, she knows what she likes.  And because of all the time we had spent
together in our tree house, she also knows what I like and desire from her.
After all the years we spent locked together in sexual abandon, we both
knew what pleased the other.  She broke off our kiss, quickly dropped to
her knees before me, popped my hard meat into her mouth and blew me with
those awesome lips.  It had been so long, I had almost forgotten how they
felt.  Delicious.  Hot.  Firm.  Moist.  Sensual.

   She knew me well, and when she knew I was ready she stood up, nodded her
head towards her friend and whispered in my ear, "Take his cherry without
mercy.  I want you to just slide it all the way into him and ride his ass
hard.  I don't give a shit if he bleeds." That's the way she took cherries.
I'd seen her take a lot of them like that over the years, male and female,
with her bigger black strap-on.

   I whispered to her, "I'm going to slide it in, then talk to him while I
fuck him." She grinned and nodded her ok.  She took some Vaseline and
stroked my cock with it, making it nice and slick for me.  She could have
cared less about him, as she would have taken his cherry dry if it had not
been for my presence.  Knowing full well what she wanted, I walked up and
knelt behind him, my rod pointing deliciously at his rectum.  It happened
fast.  He was expecting her to do him.  He didn't know how he was going to
get it, or how big her toy was.  They never did.  She never showed it to
them.  They just felt its power when she was ready.  Then, it was all over
but the fucking.  No mercy.

   I grasped my meat in one hand, braced myself on his rump with the other,
bent over him and poked the inflamed head of my cock up against his tight,
virgin rosebud.  As soon as he felt it, he started to struggle again,
starting to scream into his gag.  But all he got out was a painful grunt
and 'oophh!' as I forcefully pushed the inflamed head of my prick against
and through his sphincter, and pushed its entire length deliberately all
the way into his tight 14-year-old virgin asshole.  I had impaled him and
taken his virginity in one fast stroke.  How nice!  I got me two virgins in
one day, one male and one female.  Must be some kind of record.

   I was all the way in to the root, my heavy balls squishing against his
small ones between his spread legs.  As soon as I was deliciously deep
inside him I bent over him, placed my full weight onto his back, and leaned
my head down to his ear.  I grabbed his hair, pulled his head back to make
sure he heard me, and said, "Hello there my little cherry boy.  Oh my! 
You're not a cherry boy any more are you?"

   The moment he heard the male voice in his ear and felt my weight on his
back, he knew that a man's hard cock, not a dildo, was pushed into his ass.
I heard him gasp and shudder, and then as he started his muffled screaming,
I simply started to fuck him.  Like she asked, I rode him hard and deep,
simply using his ass for my pleasure, as I had done to Debi's ass just a
short while ago.  He was very tight.  Given his age, he was even tighter
than Debi was.  I fucked him hard as he struggled pathetically beneath me.

   I let his hair loose and concentrated on pleasing myself in his tight
ass.  I gripped him by the shoulders for leverage and pumped my rod in and
out of him as he grunted to the pressure of my tube steak within his
bowels. After a while, he seemed to settle down to accept what was
happening.  He grunted his displeasure on each in stroke, but even so, he
started to quiet his struggles, finding them useless.  That wasn't any fun!
At that point, I pulled out of his tight ass with a spine tingling 'shloop'
sound and gave him a few manly whacks to his ass.  Hard ones.  He knew it
was a male doing it to him, but he had no idea who it was.

   I spanked him so hard, I left palm prints on each cheek.  I left burning
deep ones, and lots of them.  His cheeks burned hotly and quickly grew
bright red, and I yelled to him, "It just ain't any fun fucking a quiet,
virgin pussy!  You fuck my cock back you slut!  You use your ass muscles
and push it onto my cock when I'm fucking you!  How dare you make me do all
the work!  If you don't help, I'll show you pain you never new existed! 
Now fuck me with your tight virgin ass, you little pussy boy!  Ride me!"

   Steph stood beside us and covered her mouth to suppress a giggle as I
spoke to him.  My harsh voice caused him to begin anew, trying to free
himself, but as soon as he began his fidgeting, I simply stuck my cock all
the way deep into his ass and fucked him hard again.  I held back my orgasm
and screwed his virgin ass hard.  My balls were slapping up against his
own, and I made sure he felt them nudging hard against him on each
in-stroke.  "Fuck me, dammit!" I yelled at him.

   He still wasn't helping me to fuck him (not that I thought he would), so
I just grabbed at his hips and said, "Alrighty then, I guess you wanna do
it my way.  Fine with me!" I leaned back a little, grabbed his hips and
pulled him onto my cock and pushed him off again, over and over.  I was
giving him long full strokes.  I knew that by now he was getting sort of
used to it, but I also knew it was still hurting him.  I was sliding my
whole length in and out of his ass that way.  Even after freshly fucking
Debi's ass, I was soon tingling with the anticipation of shooting my jism
deep inside of him.  You know, there's nothing like a good tight ass to
help you cum.  Ya gotta do what ya gotta do!  I'm sure you understand.

   Sadly, all good things must come to an end, and it didn't take me much
longer before I felt that all-to-familiar churning deep down in my balls. I
fucked his cherry ass for about 10 minutes total, with those long full
strokes, and bent back down to his ear.  I said to him, "Yummy.  You had
such a nice tight cherry asshole.  It has been a pleasure taking your
virginity from you.  I wonder how long it will be before I have a chance to
take your virgin throat as well.  I bet that's tight too.  It's going to
look really sweet with your lips pulling on my hard prick to suck the cum
out of my balls.  You'll grow to love the taste of cum, trust me.  It's ok
if you gag and choke on my meat.  But now, I think I'll just shoot my cum
load deep inside your intestines, and let your new Mistress take over from
there.

   "My balls are nice and full, you know.  Can you feel how big and hard
they are between your thighs?  I've been waiting for about a week to fill
your ass up with my jism.  I really like little cherry pussy boys.  The
younger the better.  So tight!  They make such wonderful fuck toys.  You'll
learn to just love it, believe me.  And when you suck my prick, you had
better give me a wonderful blowjob.  If you don't, I'll personally cut off
your balls and make you eat them raw!"

   The whole time I was fucking him, I was telling him things to scare the
shit out of him.  I was breaking his 'fever' so that she could take over.
Right then, I felt ready to blow my load into him, and as my balls released
there potent juice, I said, "You should see what your Mistress has between
her legs, little pussy boy.  Be happy with my cock fucking your ass.  Enjoy
what your getting now, because you not only lost your cherry ass to my
prick, you're about to lose your soul to the bigger piece of rubber meat
she has swinging long between her legs."

   He grunted to each and every one of my thrusts, whined about every one
of my remarks to him, and then he felt my balls pulse their hot jism deep
into his ass.  His head hung low now, and he wept openly as I finished up
deep inside him.  I was throbbing inside his anus.  He felt it and knew I
had just cum inside his ass, and knew that his fucking had only just begun.
His embarrassment and humiliation at being fucked in the ass by a man was
nothing compared to what awaited him.  He cried openly.

   Once my balls were completely emptied into him, and I stopped shuddering
in my own bliss, I slowly pulled my softening prick out and backed away. 
Steph, watching the entire procedure with a shit-eating grin on her face,
wasted no time and immediately took my place behind him.  Without any
hesitation, and with her dry rubber dildo, she simply pushed the huge thick
head of her strap-on into his ass, and buried the entire 10 inches up
inside of him.

   His training had only just begun.

   His grunting renewed even louder as he felt his rectum spread out
roughly over her cock, and his struggles were invigorated as she stroked
herself deeply in and out of him, all the while telling him how much his
ass was bleeding around her dildo (it wasn't, but what the hell, he didn't
know that).  As she fucked him deeply, he groaned on each stroke and began
to cry harder from the pain and humiliation of it all.  She rode him hard.

   Happy that it wasn't me taking her shaft up my ass, I rested on the
floor beside them and watched as she brutally used him for her own
pleasure. She was insatiable with her virgins, male or female.  She was
harder on the males.  She always had been.  She fucked him without mercy
for a long time, breaking into a nice sweat at her pleasure.  He was lucky
to have the little bit of lubrication my cock had provided him.  Her thigh
and ass muscles contracted firmly as she stroked her full length repeatedly
into his rear end.

   Her breasts, even as firm as they were, jiggled enchantingly as she
swayed back and forth over his prone figure, doing his ass deeply.  She did
not relent on her verbal attack either.  She explained to him that from now
on, until the day he died, he would be her pussy boy.  She would please
herself with him in any way she so desired.  I had seen a couple of her
'broken' lads, and she wasn't lying about how he would learn to service her
when she required it.

   Almost 15 minutes later she was still fucking his ass deep and hard, but
he had finally relented with no other choice, and his tears and struggling
stopped.  He simply took the cock deep as she rode him.  He was too weak to
fight the inevitable and sagged his full weight down onto the stool as she
had her way with him.  He was broken in spirit, but she wasn't even close
to being satisfied.

   I watched her use him for a while longer.  Her breasts and stomach were
now pressed into his back as she bent over him.  Her now prolific sweat
only assisted in helping her to slide back and forth across his back,
assisting in her fucking motion.  She used his body as a tool.  She put all
her weight onto him.  She had her thighs and legs between his outstretched
ankles, and she held onto his shoulders tightly as her ass came up and
down, forcing her 10 inches deep within him, over and over again.

   I glanced up at the clock and saw that almost 30 minutes had passed as
she fucked his ass raw.  I had to go take a shower.  What a shame.  I knew
she would be fucking him for hours, on and off...so to speak, with a
variety of dildos.  Before this day was out, she would own him, and he
would be her personal fuck slut, pleasing her whether he liked it or not.
They always did.  The poor bastards never had a chance.

   Even after cumming in his ass, after a while I grew hard watching her do
him.  His poor hole had to be burning up.  I got up, bent down to kiss her
passionately, and left her alone with him.  I went into the bathroom and
jumped into a hot shower.  She was so into what she was doing with his ass
hole, I don't think she saw me leave the room.  After cleaning up and
putting on fresh clothes, I came back into the living room and saw that she
was still doing him.

   I chuckled and said aloud, "Good gracious!  His little pussy must be
really sore!  Hasn't he come yet?"

   Breathing heavily, but continuing to slide back and forth on him, and
bang her strap-on deep into his ass, she said, "No, and I'm not going to
stop until he spits his disgusting juice out either.  This is the only way
he's ever going to cum with me.  And it's the last time he'll ever cum, if
I have anything to say about it.  If he doesn't spit it out on the floor
soon, I'll just have to go and get the big cock and see if that excites him
enough!"

   I laughed aloud at his expense, and knew that she would do exactly that.
Just watching her fuck him gave me a boner.  I knew her well enough so that
she would enjoy the interruption, so I unzipped, pulled out my hardening
muscle, and straddled his prone body.  I positioned myself in front of her
face and she opened her mouth to suck me off while she fucked him.

   She did me like that for a while, but I had no desire to cum again.  I
wanted to save myself for Debi tonight, but it felt so good to finally have
her suck me again after all these years.  She wanted it as well, and she
showed me by doing things to my cock that no other woman could do.  I knew
her mouth well...and she knew every ridge and vein in my prick.  She was
good, and we both knew it.  So we reveled in the feel and delight of it all
as she continued to fuck her new boy.

   She mouthed me for a long time, but I could only take so much and I
wanted to save some for Debi, so I moved forward and she gave me the use of
her throat for a number of deep insertions.  I slid my cock deep into her
mouth, feeling the pressure at the back of her throat give way for my
thickness, and she let in inside.  Her tightness brought back so many vivid
memories of our special times together.

   She would usually suck me through three or four orgasms before she
stopped.  But it was usually me who stopped, as I couldn't stand up after
those milking sessions.  She would milk and suck all the cum out of me that
I could produce, and I would sleep like a baby afterwards.  She did it to
me again.  I couldn't help myself.  This time, however, I let her have only
one of my orgasms.  There was, after all, Debi to take care of.

   As she fucked her boy, I fucked her mouth.  I was raging hard and slid
it as deep into her throat as I had just done with pussy boy's asshole. 
Over and over I pushed my cock down into her neck, and she slathered over
my prick, enjoying the intrusion.  As usual, those pressures upon my prick
took their toll on my balls, and I finally let loose spray after spray of
jism as deep as I could place it in her throat.

   She took it like the perfect cocksucker that she was, and drank the
whole sac-load into her belly.  As each pulse of jism spat down into her
throat, she swallowed it greedily.  I could feel her throat once again;
milking my staff with enthusiasm...gleaning every drop of cum she could get
from me.  With legs shaking from her ministrations, I pulled my prick out
of her mouth with a pop and staggered over to the chair, breathless, to
watch her continue to work her rubber staff into the kids' ass.

   I was so used I couldn't even put my prick back into my pants.  I just
sat back and wallowed in the aftershock.  She knew how she affected me and
just smiled sexily as she renewed her session on his rectum.  Then she got
serious.  After my pleasant distraction from her training session, she
turned her attention back to her young charge.  Pushing her rubber cock
deep into his ass, she held it inside him and began speaking to him in a
calm manner.  I watched and listened as she bent down to him and spoke
quietly in his ear.

   "Ah, my little pet.  You seem to have grown accustomed to your new
position.  Do you like the feel of me inside of you now?  Isn't it a
marvelous thing to be buggered in the ass?  I like it too, but I save mine
for real men.  You no longer fit that description, and you never will, my
sweet.  You're going to be my personal pussy slave for the rest of your
life.  I want to have you for my own pleasure, and I'm afraid you'll just
have to grow with those thoughts.  You'll be my new girlfriend.  Isn't that
nice?"

   As she stroked his neck softly, she said, "You're life is no longer that
of a man, but a little pussy boy for me and my friends to use.  It's not a
bad life.  Really it isn't.  Look at the bright side.  You don't have to
work to earn money for your upkeep.  I'll take care of that.  You do have
to work to please me, however.  And it isn't going to be that bad, I
promise.  Just do as you're told when you're told to do it, and all will be
bliss for you.  All I require of you is to service me and mine.

   "It'll be great fun for you!  You get to be naked all the time!  Doesn't
that sound like fun?  Your new life will be filled with the pleasures of
sex.  Your every waking moment will be used to better please me.  Yes, my
little one, sex is all you will have to think about for as long as you
live. Isn't that wonderful?  Don't you like sex?" With her dildo still
embedded deep inside of him, she continued her chat without waiting for a
response.  Cooing in his ear, and stroking his shoulders, she went on.

   "It's not every day that a good looking pretty young boy comes along and
gets to be my toy.  You're a bit scrawny right now, but I know that good
diet and a great exercise program will fill you out in all the right
places. I choose my pussy wisely.  You have a nice pussy between your
cheeks.  It excites me.  I've already fallen in love with it.  Can't you
feel how hard I am inside of you?  All you have to worry about, from now
on, is whether you have pleased me.  That isn't much of a request in
exchange for a life of sex, now is it?  I don't ask much.

   "Granted, for the time being, the sex will be all my pleasure, but if
you perform well, I will teach you to enjoy it.  That much I promise you.
Who knows?  I bet you'll be a good little pussy boy and surprise yourself!
Just looking at you bent over like this, and giving me your pussy, stirs my
blood.  I'm getting all randy inside just thinking about all the pleasure
you will bring me.  All I want is to fuck your new pussy and show you how
nice it can be.  But you have to prove yourself to me.

   "Right now, at this stage, there is only one way that you can do that.
You must cum for me.  I know you want to.  Really, I'm being quite generous
with you.  You must understand, however, that this will be the very last
time you will have a male orgasm.  I'm opening myself up to you and trying
to be nice.  You must cum!  You must cum for me as I fuck your pussy.  You
really have no choice, you know."

   He was still crying behind his gag and blindfold.  Crying because he
knew that his life had changed forever.  I'll wager he was thinking that he
would be able to find a way out, but I knew different.  Once she had them,
she never let them go...unless they displeased her.  I was fervently hoping
that he would realize that.  I felt sad for him, in a way, but she would
take care of him and the rest of her charges, as she promised.  She treated
them nice as long as they performed.

   She started to slide her prick in and out of him again while speaking to
him softly.  "Yummy.  Doesn't my cock feel so nice in your pussy?  Cum for
me so we can put all this nonsense behind us, and get on with the pleasures
of living?  I'm trying to make it feel good for you now.  Doesn't my cock
slide in and out nice?  Isn't it big enough for you?  No?  Well, I can see
that you have really accepted its length.

   "Perhaps...yes, I have an idea!  You need more stimulation!  You wait
right mere, my precious.  I'll fix everything up nice for you." With that,
she slid the strap-on out of his abused rectum and stood up.  Again I heard
that familiar "Schloop" noise as she pulled out of him.  His rectum,
stretched a little wider because of her tool, stayed open for a little
while, and then it started to close up.  I saw him tighten his ass muscles
and watched as his rectum closed.  He was being well used, that's for
certain, but he showed great muscle control.  He knew how to squeeze.  He
squirmed in his bindings again, knowing it was about to get worse, and he
tried to speak to her from behind his gag.

   "Oh no, baby, I understand." She said.  "You need something more to help
you spit out your juice.  Its ok, I understand.  It seems my 10" cock
doesn't do it good enough for you.  Will 11" be enough to help you cum for
me?" "mmphhhfft!" he said.

   "Oh my!  You want 12"?  Already?  Can you handle that much?"
"Muuuhhhffffft fmmmhhh!"

   "And thicker too!?  Oh my, you are a little slutty cunt, aren't you!!  I
knew you would be good to me!  That's so nice of you!" As he screamed his
agony into his gag, and thrashed uselessly against his bindings, I silently
chuckled at her sense of humor and knew she would get him to cum.  She
smiled brightly at me and walked over to a small cabinet.  She removed the
10" dildo from her harness and exchanged it for her thicker 12" black one.
This one had huge veins running on its length, and a much bigger bulbous
head.  It was her favorite toy.

   She took the time to spread a little Vaseline over the huge head of it,
and walked back to him.  She knelt behind him and rubbed a good amount of
the lubricant across his back and buttocks.  It made it easy for her to
slide back and forth while she fucked him.

   "Ok now, my sweet pussy boy...I have what you requested, but this might
hurt just a little bit when I stick the head in.  You just hold your breath
and take it like a pretty slut, ok?  Fuck me nice now, won't you?" She
pressed the huge bulbous cock head against his loosened hole and gave her
hips a firm forward push, popping that cock head right into his available
hole.

   He screamed at the intense pressure, and she said, "Good huh?  Doesn't
that just feel dandy?  Thank you so much for asking for this one.  It's a
lot thicker, but you're going to adore it.  It looks just yummy from back
here.  We're just going to have to make sure we take some really slutty
pictures of you fucking all my friends.  It will be so nice for my
scrapbook, don't you know?"

   Then she did it.  She bent over and put her weight onto his back, and
slowly slid forward, pushing the entire thick length inside of him.  He
screamed his pain as loud as he could, but she just said, "I know.  I know.
It feels marvelous!  I only wanted to use the 11" one, but you had to have
it your way.  Giving your pretty pussy to me like this impresses me so
much! Now, all you have to do is squirt for me.

   "You must concentrate with all your might.  Think about how good it will
feel when you spit your filthy seed out of your useless ball sack.  Cleanse
yourself.  Empty your balls onto the floor.  Have a good cum for me.  Get
rid of it, you slut, or pay the penalty of my wrath!"

   With that, she proceeded to fuck him with a new vigor.  She stroked the
entire length all the way out, in and back out to the ridge of the giant
head of her phallus, sliding back and forth on top of his body as she did
so.  Her pace increased until my glimpses of her 12" cock were just a blur.

   She knew how to use her toys...and her boys, that's for sure.  As I
looked on, I just knew his asshole and intestines had to be burning from
being impaled by her.  But she kept it up, now talking sexy things to him,
and promising to stop as soon as he came for her.  Working up a heavy
sweat, she fucked him and whispered sexy things to him for 10 minutes
before I saw his boyish cock begin to grow.

   I silently got her attention and pointed to it so she could see it, and
she started to really go at him and encouraged him to go for it.  She would
say things like, "Yes my baby pussy boy.  I can see your boy cock growing.
It excites you to be fucked by me now!  Yeah, that's it!  Cum for me baby.
That's it...think hard.  Think about spewing your cum out for me.  Spit it
out baby...come on...you can do it.  That's a good boy!  It feels so nice
to cum.  Give it to me baby.  Spit it for me.  Hurry darling!"

   He was as hard as a rock by then and sweating just as hard as she
was...when suddenly, he grunted wildly and his balls erupted, spewing forth
a wild splattering of boy cum all over the floor between his legs.  He came
hard and long as she fucked his ass deeply, shuddering in his ecstasy.  She
never stopped fucking him as he came all over the floor.  She fucked him
with heavy deep strokes up his tired sore ass.  The clock on the wall noted
that about 45 minutes had passed since she had begun to fuck him.  This
didn't include my time with him previous to that.

   She yelled out her own orgasm, timing it perfectly with his.  When she
was spent, she dropped her full weight onto him and shuddered in sexual
bliss as he cried in shame at what he had just done.  After a few moments
of resting on top of him, she reached down and detached the dildo from her
harness, leaving it completely inside of him.

   She stood and I knew what was to happen next.  I had seen it before. 
She walked on shaking legs back to the cabinet and took out another
harness. This one was for him alone.  It was a very small cock and ball
chastity cage, made of wire mesh.  Coming back over to him, she knelt
behind him, reached between his legs and scooped up his now flaccid prick.

   She pulled it backwards between his legs snuggly and pulled it against
his ball sack, making certain his tender, swollen eggs were placed one on
either side of it.  She placed the small 'cup' over the entire package,
gathering it all up inside of it, tightly.  It was a tight fit.  The cage
was designed to fit into the area between his legs without any chafing,
caging his entire scrotum securely.  He grunted in pain as she worked on
his package.

   With the rubber dildo still embedded deep in his ass, she continued her
new task.  Once she had his whole unit in the cage, she took the thin metal
straps and ran them around both his legs and around his hips.  She
tightened the straps snugly, causing him to moan again.  She motioned me
over to hold the straps tightly, and as I did so, she took the remaining
part of the contraption, a triangular lock, and snapped all three ends of
the straps inside it.

   Unknown to him, she had taken the straps and placed them over the edges
of the dildo in his ass, snapping it together, and this held it deep inside
of him.  No way was he going to get that out.  She took a small silver key
and stuck it into the device and turned it until she heard the telltale
click, on all three locks.  She handed me the key and said aloud, "Flush
the key to his new chastity belt down the toilet, right now.  He's never
going to have another painless hardon for the rest of his natural life."

   She handed me a small fake skeleton key she had taken out with the
chastity belt.  She held on to the real key, but he would never know that.
Grinning widely, I took the fake key from her, and did as she had bid me to
do.  I made sure I left the bathroom door open so he could hear, and
dropped the key into the bowl with a satisfactory 'splunck' and flushed. 
Twice.  I could hear his moaning from where I stood.  He knew what fate his
new life had taken.  I actually pitied him.  Well...for a minute.

   As I came back into the living room, she was taking the spreader bar off
of his ankles.  He was so weak from his experience that he couldn't stop
her from doing what she wanted to do.  Before he could stop her, she pulled
on his hair and yanked him back so that his ass mashed firmly on the floor
at her feet, the 12" dildo now being forced into his ass with his full
weight down upon it.

   His screams of pain were muffled behind his gag as she verbally began to
abuse him again.  She sat on his lap, legs around his waist, belly-tobelly
and chest-to-chest with him.  This added her weight to his, forcing the
dildo even further up inside him.  Yanking his hair back, she pulled his
face upwards to be in line with hers.  She hauled back and slapped him
across the face, twice, very hard, breaking his attention away from the
invasion in his intestines.

   "Shut the fuck up you useless cunt hole!" she yelled at him.  "It took
you 45 minutes to cum for me.  I couldn't cum until you did!  What a
useless fuck you gave me!  I know you can do better than that!  I swear, if
you ever make me work that hard again, I'll stick an 18" cock up your ass
and sew it shut!  Now you listen to me, pussy boy.  Here's how it'll go for
you from now on."

   His labored breathing was mixed with moans of pain and sobs of agony as
she said, "You are no longer a man or a boy.  No longer a male.  From now
on you're my whore.  My personal cunt!  You belong to me.  Your life is
mine to do with as I please!  From now on you will wear that chastity belt.
You will never again feel the useless piece of skin between your legs!  You
can't get a hardon.  The pain of any future erection will drop you to your
knees.  I'd advise against thinking the wrong thoughts!

   "You no longer have a working cock!  It's gone.  It's to be touched
never again.  All you have to offer me is your mouth and ass.  From now on,
they will be known as your Face Pussy and your Ass Pussy!  I will use
either as I see fit.  You will learn to please me with both of them!  I own
you.  I control you.  You are mine!  MINE!

   "Your past life is no more.  From now on, your name is...Candy!  That is
the ONLY name you will ever have or respond to from this moment!  Any other
name you used to have is history.  You will come to me when I call you! 
You will remain naked from this point on unless I deem it necessary to
dress you as I please!  You will act, dress, smell and dress like a girl.
You will grow the hair on your head long, and I will style it as a girl's
hair should be styled.  You will learn to maintain it!

   "From now on you are a girl, and you will learn the female ways of life
well!  You will grow hair on NO other part of your body except your head. I
will shave you ONCE and only once.  You will watch how I do it and then
keep it that way for the rest of your life!  You must shave your entire
body EVERY DAY!  I will NOT see any disgusting hair growth on any part of
you, except your lovely head.  I want you smooth and silky to the touch, as
a female must be.

   "From now on you will learn to act and be female.  It is what you now
are.  Female.  I will accept NOTHING LESS from you from this moment on!  To
help you to remember what a slut you will become for me, you will wear your
12" ass dildo for the rest of today and through the night.  You will walk
with it and sleep with it.  If you act properly, and do as I say, I will
remove it tomorrow morning.  If not...expect to keep it in for another day.
You will wear it until you obey me without question."

   Yes...this was Stephanie.  My Sister.  She was a total Dominatrix. 
Unfortunately for me, my time limit had been reached, and I had to go.  I
knew that Stephanie meant every word she was saying to...Candy.  But I had
to run.  Debi was waiting for me, and her new life.  I would keep in touch
with Steph as the days went on, to find out how Candy's training was
progressing.

   Tapping her on the shoulder, I got her attention and bent down, kissing
her lips, softly, good-by.  I heard Candy moan ever so loudly into 'her'
gag and wail at 'her' misery as I headed out the back door.

   Feeling fit as a fiddle and horny as ever, I headed back over to Debi's
place.  As soon as I got there, I knocked on the door.  Now I would see how
much information she had remembered, and how she would perform.

   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-themill 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
Ccup.  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
silverlinked 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
ovalformed 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 rockhard
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 wantd 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
wideopened 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.

   Any time I think about the fantastic moments I spent with Debi, I shiver
in remembrance of them.  No other experience in my life has brought back
more fond memories as those.  I mean really.  Here we were, a
not-sofledgling Slave Master and a cleanly-shaven slave-wench-in-training.
Both naked as the day we came into this glorious world, and zero plans to
change that fact anytime soon.  I had told her to prepare food, and naked,
she obeyed me...right after I had spanked her luscious derriere.

   During the last several hours, and most particularly during the past few
minutes, her very presence had energized me.  I was content to give her the
time to discover her new position, but there was a time and place for
everything, and 'always' was the time to let her know that I meant business
as her new Master.  I'm sure she had no idea of how far I would go to
command her to do things she would not normally do on her own, or
willingly. I wanted complete control, allowing her as little time as
possible to spend thinking on her own.  A Master is forever in charge.  A
slave is constantly controlled.

   There was nothing at all common about Debi's passion for sexual
attention.  Her willingness to perform sexually, demonstrated her craving
to please me.  I wondered about her past sex life.  I was very curious
about why she sought after this kind of life.  What the initial
confrontation between her and my sister was like had me wondering?  And,
most important, what had happened to her to make her opt for this new
existence?

   Right now, watching her standing there before me, wearing absolutely
nothing but those damned sexy white spiked heels, having prepared food at
my command, I was noticeably erect.  My desire for her attention had grown,
literally, and my prick was so hard it was almost painful.  Almost.  At
that moment, I decided that fucking her cunt could wait, just a little
longer.  Right now, I desired something else, just to put her in her slave
place...again.

   To her chagrin, I removed her place setting from the table, and put it
on the far corner of the kitchen counter.  Looking at her, I said, "Slaves
do not eat with those who own them.  You should not presume to place
yourself at the same level as your Master.  I will show you where you will
eat your food, after I am done with mine."

   I went back to the table, and directed her to get on her hands and knees
underneath it.  Silently, she did what I directed her to do.  I sat in my
chair, scooted forward a little, and spread my legs wide, presenting her my
stone bone.  She was slow to act, so I reached under the table, and took
hold of both of her ears.  I pulled her head forward towards my swinging
meat and forced her lips down over the length of my cock.

   As she began bobbing back and forth on my rod, I said to her, "You must
work for your food, my little slut.  You must pay with service to me in
order to eat." I took a few moments to move her head, using her ears, back
and forth to show the proper speed at which I wanted her to suck me as I
ate.  Moving her mouth slickly up and down my pole, she understood exactly
what I wanted from her.  Without further prompting from me, she presented
an erotic picture, on her hands and knees under a table, giving me head
while I ate.  I ate very slowly.  I told her not to remove her hands from
the floor.  She just rocked back and forth, using her tight wet lips on the
length of my desire.

   Between small mouthfuls of the food she had fixed, getting head from
Debi under the table, I said things to her like, "The nourishment you suck
out of my balls is the one thing you are going to taste.  The white jism
inside my balls is pure protein.  Protein under my lash will be easy for
you to glean, slut mouth.  Always swallow every hot salty drop of it.  You
love to suck a cock.  I can feel it in your lips.  Your tongue is hard for
me.  Moving nicely."

   Debi was listening intently to my words, and her reactions were felt
directly in her mouth.  The way she stroked her mouth back and forth,
fucking me with her lips.  Leaning forwards and backwards, under the table,
impaling her mouth over me.  Unfortunately she was listening so well, she
slowed down a lot.

   I said, "Move faster!  Why the hell are you so slow down there?  Give me
more suction, cunt.  Use the muscles in your cheeks.  More.  I want more
pressure!  Suck it like a big straw.  When the cum splashes into your
mouth, you must swallow it all.  Always.  No questions asked.  Any cum you
are fed you will drink it all.  Faster...move faster.  Yeeeessssss.  Nicely
done.

   "Do it all, woman, the whole thing.  Suck it all.  Yes.  That's a nice
little cum drinker.  Good girl!  Mmm, I can't wait to spew my sticky seed
into your mouth." Debi's actions were growing hotter and faster.  She was
doing her best to make me come.  The faster she did my length, the more her
lips drooled saliva onto my cock, balls and a small puddle on the floor. 
She was making slurping noises and sucking air when her mouth got up near
the tip.

   "That's it cunt, slurp away on it.  It's all for you.  Do it right. 
Fuck my cock nice.  Learn what pleases me.  Learn the art of being a whore.
Make love to my prick, you dirty little slut.  Don't make me repeat myself.
Oh my, you do like to make love to a cock when you perform.  Just like I
bet you do with that cunt of yours.  Come on slut, impress me with your
talent.

   "We'll find out later on how good that tight-looking pussy slit really
is, but you had better show me that you want to be fed some real food.  And
the only way to do that is to drink my cum juice when I spew it into your
mouth.  When you get hungry enough, you'll show me the real cocksucking
whore you want to be.  I want all of what you have.  100% of your efforts
must go towards pleasing me.  Your body now belongs to me.  You are now,
and always will be, a whore to anyone I give you to.

   "As my slave, you no longer have free will.  I desire that you use all
of your thoughts and being for my pleasure.  Learn to suck my cock well,
little vixen, and I promise only one thing; to fuck you with it every bit
as good as you fuck me with your mouth.  You must pay for your pleasure,
and for your food.  Show me how bad and how hard and how fast you want my
cock to slam into your cunt.  Show me how hungry you are with your mouth.
It's the only way you have to communicate your desires.

   "I demand perfection.  I will decide if you have done your new whore
tasks properly.  It's me you have to impress.  It's up to you alone to let
me know, without words, that you are as good as you THINK you are.  Use it
woman.  You must practice!  Yes.  Like that.  Faster now.  Show it to me."

   I scooted forward in the chair, spread my legs even wider and forced my
cock out so she could have free access.  Thus, while I sat there and ate,
she gave me a spectacular piece of mouth.  She had one talented mouth and
tongue on her.  She knew how to suck hard and move her tongue like a pro. I
was glad I was sitting down this time.  She always sucked the length of my
9 inches without so much as a noticeable gag.  Head to base, head to base.
Nice, fast, long strokes.  Rocking back and forth on her hands and knees.
Sucking hard on the way back to the head.  Flicking her tongue over my
ridge, and going down for another stroke.  Up and down, up and down. 
Felatio was her game.  I planned on shafting her mouth, often.

   However, I had to eat the remainder of the food fast, for I knew I
wouldn't last very much longer with the blowjob she was giving me.  And
sure enough, no sooner had I downed the last morsel, I felt the volcano
beginning to boil.  My god she was good!  Calmly, I held it back with all
my might for as long as was humanly possible.  Then, from the depth of my
balls, and up through the long narrow tube of flesh inside my swollen cock
meat, the live spewing cum-lava blasted out through the head of my cock,
splashing heavily and forcefully directly at the opening of her throat.

   I did my best to give Debi no verbal signals that I was about to 'spork'
my juices into her mouth, but she sensed my passion with her lips and
mouth, and sucked down every drop of my milky fluid that was presented for
her to drink and nurse on.  As fast as I splashed a forceful spasm of it
into her mouth, she swallowed that cargo.  Load after load.  I was
shuddering with pent up desire from the magnificent suck job as spasm after
groin-twanging spasm surged throughout my balls.  It has been said before,
but I tell you true, I have never cum so hard and so long, in my entire
life.  I have never had a better or more sensual orgasm as those she gave
me.

   She never stopped sucking me.  After I came all I could, she just kept
on doing me under the table.  As for me, it was all I could do to stop
cumming.  The pleasure of her mouth never ebbed, and as I sat there in the
chair, breathing heavy and recuperating from the exciting experience, she
kept sucking my cock.

   I shuddered and trembled with aftershocks so violent, I wondered if I
was having multiple orgasms.  At any rate, the eruptions took a long time
to diminish, and she never ceased her actions on my rod the whole time, and
she kept on going.  All she was doing was making me want more.  I then
realized that she was milking me.  She just wanted more cum to drink. 
After all I had told her earlier, she had it in her mind that she wanted
more to drink.

   She was singing a song of pure lust to the gods of Felatio, and I was
curious if she could get me hard again.  It took her almost 10 minutes
(hell, I was so spent I was expecting longer than 10 minutes!), but there
it was again, almost as hard as it was earlier.  As soon as it started to
grow, she began to deep mouth me.  I felt the head of my cock pushing
against the back of her throat, and beyond, over and over again.  I was
always curious how she was able to take my full length into her throat
without gagging.

   And almost another 10 minutes later I felt those incredibly serene
orgasmic stirrings once again coming into play.  This time, the tingle
began way down by my knees, and was quickly building up live sperm pressure
to head up and out of my cock straw, and directly down into her belly once
again, the little sperms never once seeing the light of day.

   But, not wanting to give it up so fast, I reached down and grabbed her
by her ears again.  I started to pull her off of my cock, but she forced
her mouth down onto it.  She didn't want to be stopped.  She could sense I
was ready to cum again.  She wanted to drink me dry!

   With a firmer pull on her ears, I pulled her mouth off of my cock.  I
looked under the table at her face, and saw drool all over her mouth,
running down her chin and neck, between her breasts, and dripping onto the
floor.  She was a cock drooler at her finest.  Her mouth was still open
after being stretched from cock sucking for so long.

   She was gasping quick breaths, and she had a shit-eating grin on her
face.  Trying not to smile back at her (it was hard to do), I said, "What a
slut you are!" She smiled that toothy smile.  She was good.  Oh yes.  But I
had other plans.  Reaching down under the table, I pushed her head away
from me and stood up.  I ordered her to crawl to the middle of the floor on
her hands and knees.

   She did so, and in the middle of the kitchen floor, on her hands and
knees, she looked up to see my prick bouncing in the air before her.  I was
very close to spewing again as it shivered in the cooler air outside of her
mouth.  My cock, balls and inner thighs were drenched thoroughly from her
spent drool.

   That was a close call.  Two or three more high-quality sucks, and I
would have been a goner.  I had made it just in time, and managed to save
my cum.  She almost blew my mind...again.  I walked over to her plate and
brought it back to her.  I set it down on the floor under her face and
said, "Hands behind your back.

   "You need to learn balance.  You will bend down and eat your food with
your mouth only.  If you lose your balance, you'll only fall.  This will
give you the exercise you require for your back and stomach muscles.  Bend
over, take a bite, and chew it 25 times.  Then swallow and repeat as
necessary until you have eaten it all.  Worry not about getting your face
dirty.  Just don't spill any food, or you'll eat it off the floor."

   Knowing she had to comply, she bent down and took a mouthful of food. 
As she began to chew it, I walked around her and slid to my knees.  As I
did so, my hard cock slapped down on her ass cheeks and slid its length
down between her legs.  Her cunt was as wet as her face.  She was excited.

   I gave her something to be excited about.  My cock.  Without so much as
a 'Mother-May-I', I pulled her hips toward my cock, and pushed its entire
rigid length into her oh-so-tight cunt.  Not too slow, and all in one
continuous motion.  She gasped and started choking on her food as I began
fucking her cunt for the first time, in the middle of the kitchen floor.

   I told her to pay attention to her food, and not to my cock.  "You had
better finish eating your food before I cum, or you'll be surprised at what
happens next.  It's your choice." Not waiting for a response, I just slid
my prick in and out of her tight cunt, as she tried to eat the food off the
plate on the floor.  Her tits were hard, but Newton's law ruled and they
wobbled back and forth in the air as I fucked her cunt.

   Fucking her doggy-style as she held her hands behind her back was not
only sexy, but humorous as well.  She didn't eat much.  I held her hips and
thrust into her pussy with abandon.  I felt alive and whole as I took her
cunt for the first time there.  I was totally in control as she moaned from
being taken.  After her sucking under the table, I wasn't going to last
long.  But, like the whore she was turning out to be, she knelt there on
her knees trying to concentrate on balancing and eating as I slid in and
out of her.

   After a few more minutes of her pussy, I felt like I was going to cum.
Pulling out quickly, I scooted around in front of her, and masturbated my
jism onto the top of her food on the plate.  As she watched in dismay, I
grunted my animal pleasure loudly as I spit my little friends all over her
food.  When I was done, I told her to lick my cock clean and suck out what
was left.  She did it nicely.  Then, standing up before her, I told her to
finish eating and to lick her plate clean.

   After a few moments, she bent her head down and began to eat her cold,
sperm-coated food.  I turned and walked toward the bedroom.  Turning back,
I said, "Hurry up and eat.  Clean up all the messes in this kitchen,
including the mess you left under the table.  Wash and dry the dishes.  Put
them away.  Wash the floor.  Dry it.  Go into the bathroom and take a hot
shower.  Dry off.  Clean the entire bathroom.  Clean all the porcelain and
make it shine.  If you don't hurry, you will be spanked.  I'll be taking
care of a few errands."

   I needed to go out and buy a few items while she was busy.  I went into
the bathroom and cleaned myself up a bit.  I splashed some cold water on my
face and cleaned my cock with a nice warm soapy washcloth.  I got dressed
and quietly came out of the bedroom.  She was still eating.  Without
warning, I bent over and slapped her pretty ass quite hard, leaving a
darkening red splotch behind.  She squealed in surprised pain and bent low
to eat faster.

   I walked out the front door, leaving her there on her knees on the floor
of the kitchen.  I stood at the front door and counted to 100.  Quickly, I
reopened the door and saw her with her hands on the floor, using her
fingers to eat her food.  She saw me...and her face paled.  I had caught
her cheating.  All I said was, "When I return, in a few hours, you shall be
punished.  I think you will be surprised at what happens when I get back."

   Disappointed with her indiscretion of my latest orders, I closed the
door and chuckled to myself nonetheless.  I left, letting her worry about
her punishment.  I headed out to the local Adult store, where I spared no
expense on some high-quality items just for Debi's education.  When I
finished, loaded down with a trunk full of equipment, I headed to
Stephanie's place to see what was happening, and to spend some 'bonding'
time with her.

   I spent a few informative hours with Steph, and she gave me a 'tour' of
her home.  She had done well in the past 20-odd years, and to my surprise,
invited me to stay with her to help out.  I told her that I had been
thinking about retiring at an early age, and she offered some financial
assistance.  I told her what my status was, and laughingly she asked me for
a loan.  She didn't need it by any stretch of the imagination.

   She offered me the pick of any of her 'Occupants', but I declined for
this visit.  I wanted to.  I wanted to, you must understand, however, it
was getting late in the evening and I wanted to save myself for other
things, namely, Debi's education and training.  We discussed Debi's latest
error and she gave me a few choice hints about how to handle it.  Kissing
her goodnight, I left and made a few more stops.

   Making my way back to Debi's place, I decided on a plan for her for the
rest of the evening.  When I walked in through the door, Debi approached
me. She walked up to me cautiously, clad only in her heels, and I played my
part to the hilt, as per Steph's suggestions.  I was silent.  I had my
'angry face' on.  I looked directly into her eyes, but then ignored her.  I
silently walked around her to inspect the house to see how she had followed
orders.

   She did fine in the cleaning up, and everything was shiny.

   I turned and walked up to face her and said, "Keep silent as I speak."

   She nodded and I began by crossing my arms angrily before me and coldly
saying, "I do not understand you.  I was told that you desired to be owned.
Apparently, my sister lied to me.  You, yourself, told me that you wanted
to be controlled.  Apparently, you lied to me.

   "You think this is just some kind of big game that we are playing.  You
figure you can play the part of a sex slave...only when it pleases you.  I
cannot fathom why you feel that as soon as my back is turned, you can just
do just whatever the hell you want to do, and not expect to be punished for
it.  I've been thinking over what you said to me and what I wanted from
you. But, it seems that you do not want to do it.  That's fine with me. 
I'll just pack up and find someone else, and you can do what ever you like.
I'm not going to waste another moment with your attitude."

   As I spoke, her eyes grew moist, and tears started falling.  She knew
that she had screwed up.

   I turned abruptly from her, went into the bedroom and tossed my bag onto
the bed.  Fishing around in all the drawers, I gathered up all of my
belongings and tossed them across the room to land sloppily onto the open
bag on the bed.  As she stood in the doorway to the bedroom watching me
angrily packing up, she was shocked to see that I was indeed leaving.

   Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that her hands were in front of her
face, and she was crying openly, but silently.  I ignored her and finished
putting my things together.  I dragged the process out for as long as I
could, and snapping the bag shut, grabbed the handle and stomped out of the
bedroom brushing past her.  I made my way through the kitchen and living
room, and just as I grabbed the doorknob, she said, "Please?"

   I halted, for 5 seconds, and opened the door to go.  She said, "Please
don't go!"

   I turned to her and said, "Why the hell shouldn't I leave?  You don't
want what you said you wanted, and I certainly don't have time to waste on
games." I turned to leave again, and she said, "I want it!"

   Still clutching my bag, I spun around and loudly said, "I don't think
you know what the hell you want.  I hate mind games and disobedience.  It
galls me to think that I came all the way out here and took a chance on
you, and to give you a chance to be what you said you wanted to be.  This
is no damned game we're playing here.  This is a life change, for both of
us.  It isn't a temporary thing.  Nor is it just your change.  I was in
this thing for the long haul, but I guess I erred and chose the wrong
person.

   "If what you want is to play games and have some fun sex, I'm the wrong
guy to play them with.  I'm looking for someone to train and control.  If I
wanted sex, I'd go buy a whore off the street.  For twenty bucks I could
get a blowjob.  For thirty, I could get a fuck, and for a little more, a
nice piece of ass.  I could hire an entire squad of sluts to service me
when I needed it, but that's not what I wanted."

   Debi was openly crying and pleading with her eyes, but I didn't yet give
her the chance to speak.  I kept on.  I said, "You lied to me and thought
you could just do whatever you pleased as long as you were getting what you
wanted, and didn't get caught sneaking around doing what you wanted to do
when I wasn't looking.  That isn't the game, baby.  This game is mine. 
It's my rules, not yours.  I set the standards and you follow.

   So now, I have to go in search of someone who will do as they are told.
I want someone who will do what I want them to do.  I want someone who will
be what I want them to be.  I want someone who will act the way I want them
to act.  I want to treat them well, and help them grow and learn what it is
like to offer themselves to one man...me, and to give them a good
life...for the rest of their life."

   Raising my voice louder, I glared at her and said, "What the hell do you
want?"

   Debi stood before me in the throes of agony.  She was shaking and crying
so hard she couldn't speak.  I was patient, and waited.  I waited to the
count of 10.  I turned to leave.

   She yelled out, "Please!  Don't leave me?  I want you!  Please don't
leave me?  I'll do better for you, I promise!  Please give me another
chance?  I'll do as you say.  I will.  I'll be good and obey you, I
promise, but please...please don't go?"

   I had to muster all my strength not to shed a tear at her words.  As I
turned my head back to her, she fell to her knees and pleaded with me not
to go.  I let her go on for a short while, and listened to her words.  Then
I closed the door and dropped my bag on the living room floor.

   I wasn't going to let her off that easy.  I faced her and said, "This is
not a game."

   She said, "I understand."

   She was still on her knees and sobbing madly as I said, "I don't think
you do understand.  If I stay, it is for good.  If I stay, you will be my
slave, for all time.  You will do things that you don't want to do.  You
will not question any of my demands.

   Sobbing meekly, she said, "I do understand.  Honestly I do, but it's all
so new to me.  I'm scared of it all.  I've always wanted it, but I've
always been afraid to commit to it.  Can't you just give me a little time
to adjust to it?"

   "No.  This is a decision only you can make, but you must decide if now
is the time, and I am the one to command you.  If you truly want this, then
you must give in and make that decision on your own, and this minute.  It's
not just a game.  It's a new way of life.  But I won't be cruel and make
light of your choice.  To show you this, I will give you one, and only one
chance for you to change your mind.

   "I'm still not certain that you understand the scope of what I want, but
if you commit yourself to my charge, and give of yourself fully, openly,
and honestly, from this day forward, I will give you an out.  I will assign
to you a single phrase.  If you ever utter that phrase, I will respect it
and leave without so much as second thought.

   I thought for only a moment and said to her, "If you feel that you can
no longer live the life of my slave, pleasant or otherwise, then say the
words 'DOMINATION IS A GAME'.  Be warned, however, that you must take your
charge seriously.  I will stand for no foolishness.  I will ask of you
things that will shock you and perhaps chill you to the bone.  But, I will
never harm you.

   "Punishment, for not doing as you are told, be it spankings or other
tasks I shall decide upon is not harm.  Understand the difference.  I do. I
will not allow any permanent bruises to befall you.  But pain will follow
disobedience.  Rest assured that will be so.  Do you understand what I am
telling you?

   "Yes, I do." She said.

   "Yes Sir!" I shouted at her.

   "Yes Sir!" She repeated.

   "Now is the time to make your choice.  Now is the time to decide your
path for the rest of your life.  Today is the day to commit yourself to a
new, and possibly better life than you had before.  This moment in time is
when you must choose to relinquish yourself to my hands, forever and ever.
Beware, little one, for in doing so, you will no longer have the choice to
decide what you will do.  I will decide that for you.  Your time with me
will be spent serving me, servicing me, and whatever or whomever I desire.
You have only one choice to make.  Do so now, or claim your release words."

   As I spoke the words and offered her an out (which I had fully planned
to do anyway), I could see a shift in her attitude and knew that she was
struggling with her inner demons.  I allowed her the time she needed to
come to terms with everything I had said.  Tears fell from her eyes and
dropped to her naked breasts as she knelt on the floor before me, head bent
low in anguish.  They were honest teardrops that ran down her firm breasts
and dropped one by one from her nipples to the floor.

   After only a small hesitation, she lifted her head and looked up to my
face.  She straightened her back, dropped her hands to her sides, and
proudly jutted her chest out for me as she said, "I will be your slave,
forever.  I will do as I am told.  I will obey your commands and do my best
to follow them through.  If you will teach me, I will learn from you. 
Please teach me to be a slave, Sir?"

   Aw hell...I'm an old softy.  I'm only human.  How could I refuse?  She
sounded as though she meant what she had said.  I said, just for the
record, "You must give of yourself freely.  You must never hold anything
back.  There can be no mistaking what you are giving up.  It is a life
choice.  Your life, for me."

   "I understand, Sir.  Thank you for staying and giving me the chance to
show you that I can be what you want me to be.  And thank you so much for
allowing me that one small gift of release.  I want to do it for you, Sir.
I don't know why, but I need it.  I've always needed it.  I promise you
that I won't let you down, Sir.  I freely give to you my life, to do with
as you choose.  Teach me, please?  Make me a good slave?"

   I replied, "Training is only as good as the student.  I will teach you
all that you need to know about your new life.  Study all that I teach you.
Do your best at all your lessons.  There is much work ahead for you.  Some
of it will be easy, and some terribly hard.  I accept that you understand
all that I have said, and will, henceforth, act upon the words of
commitment that you have spoken.  As of this moment, you are no longer a
free woman.  You are my slave.  Forever."

   My gaze melted and I smiled at her.  She shuddered a bit, kneeling there
before me, fully understanding what had just happened.  Then she smiled
back up to me.

   I held out my hand and took hers.  I pulled her up to her feet and
wrapped my arms around her.  I kissed her lips hard, and she melted in my
arms, giving herself completely to my embrace.  Then I led her into the
bedroom, pulled her over my knee and spanked her soundly for her
indiscretion earlier that afternoon.

   She cried again, of course.  It hurts when I spank.  From that day to
this, when I gave her a spanking (and I did it often, for the sheer
pleasure of it at times), I held nothing back.  Sometimes, she even had an
orgasm.

   When I finished, I took a single blanket and spread it out on the floor
at the foot of her bed.  I told her that she would be sleeping there from
now on, unless I said otherwise.  I even gave her a pillow, and when I
related that to Steph, she cajoled me and called me a pussy.  I told Steph
that I would take away the pillow if she disobeyed me.  She called me a
wimp.  Ha!  Women!

   As Debi rubbed at her sore ass, I gave her directions about her bed. 
She was to have only that blanket.  It was to be cleaned every other day.
When she awoke she was to fold it up neatly and place it, along with her
pillow, under the foot of the bed.  It only came out when she went to bed
in the evening.

   By this time, it was getting late in the evening, and I told her to stay
there on the blanket.  I closed the bedroom door as I left, and went out to
the car.  I made several trips back and forth to gather up all of my
purchases.  I grabbed two specific items, a delicate silver necklace in the
design of a chain with a tiny gold padlock, and a six-foot length of
matching silver linked chain with two more gold padlocks.  I undressed
completely, and I went back into the bedroom.

   Naked, I stood before Debi, hiding the items behind my back, and said,
"Kneel before me, slave.  Keep your hands held together behind your back.
Take only the head of my cock into your mouth, and look up into my eyes."

   Without hesitation, she did as she was told.  I stood before her, as my
cock hardened inside her willing lips.  As I gazed into her eyes, I said,
"As of this moment, you are my slave.  You are my whore.  You are my cunt.
You are my personal slut.  You belong to me and to nobody else.  You will
obey my every command, because you no longer have the freedom to do
otherwise.  I will use you as I see fit.  I will dress and feed you if, and
only if, I desire it."

   As she knelt before me, mouth wrapped over the head of my stick prick, I
took the collar and wrapped it around her neck.  It was a bit loose, so as
she watched with lips on my cock, I removed two links from the chain and
fitted her again.  It was a snug fit, but not tight, just enough for her to
feel it pressing on her throat, to know it was around her neck.  I took the
padlock, looped it through the two end links, and snapped it shut.  She
blinked.  She was now a collared slave.

   I showed her the tiny gold key to the equally tiny gold padlock.  I
said, "Take your mouth off of me and stick out your tongue." Confused, she
did as she was told, and I placed the tiny gold key flat onto her tongue.
"Swallow it.  Seal your fate.  Show me that you truly accept your
position."

   I watched and could almost see the thoughts running across her mind as
she closed her mouth and swallowed her freedom.  Once the deed was done, I
said, "Put my cock in your mouth again." She complied immediately and I
said, "Your slave collar will never be removed.  It is mine, and identifies
you to anyone who knows, that you are owned.  Many people know its
significance.  Some do not, and may be told.  That is up to me."

   I took the longer length of chain, connected one end to a leg at the
foot of the bed, and the other to a ring at the back of her collar.  I held
onto both keys and said, "Suck me, slut.  Make my cock hard and be sure to
get it nice and wet.  Keep your eyes on mine, and do a nice job." With
fresh tears in her eyes, she began to suck me off.

   I watched her service my prick, and after only a few minutes, I said,
"Get on your hands and knees and turn away from me." When she did, I knelt
behind her, grabbed my rock hard cock, and shoved it deep into her cunt and
fucked her.  Holding onto her naked hips, I used her cunt to satisfy my
need for release.

   I simply slammed my raging hard prick in and out of her pussy for my own
pleasure, using her as a slave.  After the things I saw at Steph's place,
and saving my strength for this moment, I used her pussy hard.  I rode her
cunt for my own pleasure, simply seeking release of the pent up cum in my
balls.  It didn't take me long, and I spit my cum into her cunt over and
over as I jammed my meat into her.  When I finished cumming inside her, I
roughly pushed her away from me.  She fell forwards, flat onto her stomach
on the blanket.  I said, "Do not wipe away the cum in your cunt.  Wear it,
and go to sleep."

   Without waiting for a response, I stood and left the bedroom, turning
out the light as I did, and closed the door.  I waited silently, next to
the bedroom door.  For a while there was no sound, and then I heard her
crying in the darkness, and knew that she now understood her fate as a
chained slave.  At least, I hoped that she did.  Freshly spanked, and
freshly fucked, she slept with the odor of my spunk on her nude body. 
Chained to the bed, she was a lowly naked slave.  Well, she was wearing
shoes.  I'm not a cad!

   I was getting pretty tired from all the activity and sexual tension that
first day.  I needed to do one more thing with Debi before the evening was
over, so while I was waiting to gain some strength back, I decided it was
time to open some presents.

   Like a little kid, I opened and examined the cache of equipment I had
purchased.  What an ensemble of goodies that lay before me.  I had to
actually read the instructions on some of the gear to garner its full use
and meaning.  There were simple things like dildo harnesses and ass
paddles, of course, but there were also a lot more exotic items to examine.

   Nipple clamps, toe clamps, clit clamps, butt plugs, dildos of all sorts,
sizes, lengths and colors.  Rubber garments; bras with cutouts for nipples,
panties that left the ass cheeks bare and exposed, hoods, mouth gags (lots
of different types), silk ropes, ankle and wrist cuffs, and a slew of small
fetish whips.  Crotchless panties, garter belts, lace stockings, fist
mittens (mittens that were designed to be worn with the hand in a fist),
and other articles of containment.  I even bought her a special butt plug
with a long swishy tail attached to it.  How cute!  I couldn't wait to see
her in that.

   At Victoria's Secret, I had also bought her a wide selection of
'out-ofthe-house' attire.  These were purchased with the helpful assistance
of Wanda, our friendly sales clerk.  I couldn't believe all of the sexy
items that were designed for the sole purpose of sex.  I knew, deep down,
that Debi and I would never have the need for any of them, but I wanted to
use them.

   It was like Christmas that first night.  There were toys, clothes, and
things that go bump and whir.  I was giddy with the thought of trying them
all out.  I was getting quite stimulated after having unwrapped and seeing
all the items I had bought.  I threw out all the boxes and wrappings, and
spent some time arranging them all over the living room...for Debi to see
when she awoke.

   I wrote a note to her and taped the key to her chain onto it.  When she
awoke in the morning, she would see it taped to the foot of the bed, read
it, and find a list of her duties to start out her first real day as my
slave.  I planned on sleeping in for a while in the morning, and didn't
want to be disturbed.

   By the time I was finished, I was raging hard again.  I sat on a chair,
closed my eyes, and began to masturbate myself silently.  It felt good.  I
hadn't done it in a while, but you know the old saying.  It's like riding a
bike.  You never forget how to do it.  Everyone does it.  You're a liar if
you say you haven't.

   I jerked off, surrounded by all of those sex toys.  A million thoughts
ran through my mind as I yanked my crank there in the living room chair. 
But I always came back to thoughts of Debi and her gorgeous body.  In no
time at all, I felt the steam building up, but stopped myself just long
enough to grab Debi's note and head back into the bedroom.  With prick in
hand, I opened the door, flipped on the light switch, awakening Debi from
her sleep.

   I taped the note to the foot of the bed, knelt before her face, lifted
her head and poked my cock at her mouth.  Sleepily, she opened up her mouth
and I slid it in.  After only 10 or so strokes across her tongue, I came in
her mouth.  She swallowed it all as I spurted it onto her tongue.  Once I
was done cumming in her mouth I pulled out.

   Immediately ignoring her, I got back up, turned off the light and fell
onto the bed.  I never took very long to fall asleep, but completely
satiated; I honestly do not remember my head hitting the pillow that night.
I slept a peaceful sleep.  If I dreamt, I don't recall it.  I was
exhausted. I was completely spent.

   It was around midnight when I woke Debi to come in her mouth.  It was
around noon when I came out of my coma.  I don't know how Debi slept.  I
never asked her.  I felt great.  Waking slowly, I stretched gloriously in
her bed, popping out the kinks in my joints.  I yawned a great yawn,
finally releasing all the sleep demons, and crawled out of bed.

   I looked to the foot of the bed and Debi was not there.  Her blanket and
pillow were folded and stuffed under the foot of the bed.  I stood up,
scratched my butt (come on...you do it too!) and headed off to the
bathroom. After I took care of my morning toilet business, I shaved,
brushed my teeth, and jumped in a hot steamy shower.

   Taking my sweet old time, I cleansed myself, washed my hair and
generally languished under the steamy spray from the showerhead.  The water
started to run cold, so I quickly rinsing off and jumped out.  Letting the
water run, I dried myself off with a clean towel that Debi had left for me,
as directed in the note.  By the time I was dry, the shower was running ice
cold.  I turned it off and came out to the bedroom.  Debi was waiting for
me.  I could see the dried cum between her legs.

   Without so much as a 'good morning', I jerked my thumb towards the
bathroom and said, "Go take care of your business and take a shower.  Be
quick about it.  I'm hungry.  Without a word, she ran into the bathroom,
leaving the door open.  Standing off to one side, I could hear her on the
toilet.  Once finished, she hurried to brush her teeth, and then she jumped
in the shower.

   She screamed as the cold water fell upon her nudity.  I chuckled and
walked out to the kitchen to find my breakfast waiting for me.  While she
froze in the shower, I had a nice peaceful meal of eggs, bacon, orange
juice and buttered toast.  By the time I was done eating and had wandered
into the living room, she came out in her heels and started cleaning up my
dirty dishes.  Once done, she cooked herself some breakfast and ate
standing up in the kitchen.  I let her take her time.  I was in no hurry.

   She was hungry, but didn't take very long to eat.  Once done, she washed
and dried the dishes, then went into the bedroom to change the bed linen
and make the bed.  Then she cleaned up the morning bathroom mess.  I was
happy that she had read the note and did the chores as she was told. 
Finally, I heard her say, "Sir?  I'm ready for you."

   I went into the bedroom, and as directed, she was sitting quietly at her
vanity table.  I did a cursory inspection of the bathroom and sat down on
the edge of the bed.  I beckoned her with my finger.  She stood and walked
up to face me.

   I told her to face away from me, spread her legs, and bend over.  I
checked her for cleanliness, lightly swatted her butt, and grabbed her from
behind.  Pulling her down onto the bed, we both fell over, facing each
other.  "You did a good job this morning.  Do it the same way every
morning."

   She smiled at me, and I kissed her lovingly.  We spent about an hour on
the bed, just talking and touching.  I asked her how it felt to sleep with
cum seeping out of her cunt and my sperm on her breath all night.  She
said, "I felt like a cheap whore.  I felt dirty and used.  My thighs were
soaked from you, and they made squishy sounds all night.  I tasted your
cum. I liked the taste."

   "Hmmm...ok then, each night before you go to bed, I will do my best to
cum in your mouth as a good night gift for you.  If I forget, it will be
your job to remind me."

   "Yes Sir, I will." She said with an impish grin on her face.

   "Do you have any questions for me before we begin your first official
training day?"

   "Only one, Sir.  Will I ever be able to take a hot shower in the
morning?"

   We broke up laughing and I said to her, "That depends on how you behave
the day before.  If you learn, and obey me, I will consider it.  If you
don't, it will be a long time between those gifts.  You must learn to earn
simple pleasures like that."

   "Yes Sir.  And...Sir?  Those...things in the living room...the things
that you bought?  Some of them look, well...like they will hurt.  Please
don't hurt me, Sir?  I promise to please you whenever you need it, but
please..."

   Cutting her off in mid sentence, I said, "Woman, you will please me all
the time.  That is when I need it.  My pleasure will require all of your
time.  In everything you do, you will please me.  As for pain...I make no
promises.  You are in training.  In a way, so am I, but our tasks will
require our full attention.  Remember what I told you last night, and what
you agreed on.  You are mine to do with as I please.  And it is that which
pleases me."

   As I sat there talking with her, the fire in my loins reignited the fuse
between my legs.  Today, however, I needed to pace myself.  Two-hour naps
wasted a lot of training time.  After our chat, I could see that she was
ready for anything.  It was a visible aura that surrounded her nakedness.
She was in desperate need to please me, and I was happy because of it.

   As she calmly stroked my cock, my fire was reflected back to me by the
twinkle in her eyes, and I wanted to time our heat so that we could both
learn to enjoy our orgasmic pleasure at the same time.  She was sultry. 
She was in heat.  As I ran my finger through her cunt lips, her slit
moistened with juice.  The best part was that now, hairless and naked, she
couldn't and didn't want to hide it.

   "Lie on your back and show me how you play with your tits when you're
alone.  Do it the way you like it.  Pull on your nipples.  Play with them.
Do it until I tell you to stop.  From this moment, do not remove your hands
from your breasts.  If I look upon you, you had better be fondling them
nicely."

   Immediately she began what I can only call a very familiar caress of her
tits.  Wordlessly, she fondled herself in front of my hungry eyes.  Smiling
the entire time, she showed me what she liked, and how she liked it.  I let
her do herself like that for almost five minutes.  I could tell she was
more in need than before.  Her tongue was long enough so that if she held
up a hard nipple, she could flick at it with the end of her tongue.  Then,
after a while, her head fell back as her eyes closed.  She moaned in her
pleasure.

   As she pulled and tugged at her firm, pretty nipples, she was rubbing
her glistening thighs together.  Her thighs squeezed her cunt lips together
and they grew wetter as time passed.  She was visibly and audibly excited,
as could be seen by how her cunt lips grew pinker.  Her cunt was positively
blushing.

   I stood up, snapping her out of her bliss by saying, "Display!" She
immediately lifted and opened her legs, and grabbed her ankles as she was
told to do, completely exposing her private self to me.

   I told her I was going to eat her shaved pussy.  The sultry smile and
blushing face told me everything I needed to know.  "I'm still hungry, but
not for food.  Give me your pussy to eat.  Give it all to me by keeping
those legs spread wide.  Do NOT hold back under any circumstances.  This
morning, if you feel like cumming, you are allowed to cum as often as you
wish.  Close your eyes and enjoy every sensation of my mouth on your cunt.
It will be a long time before I please you this way again." (yeah, right).

   As my face dropped about halfway to her pussy, I added, "Oh yes.  If you
feel you must cum on my tongue, at least have the decency to tell me BEFORE
you cum, that you are going to cum.  If you cum without telling me about
it, you'll be over my knees again, and fast."

   I almost couldn't wait to taste her hot, smooth pussy, and without
waiting for a response from her, my nose neared her tender cunt lips.  I
could smell her womanly cleanliness, and the moistness that she had
released from within.  A charming mix, and there was no doubt that the
combination was exotic.  As a side note for all you women reading these
words, keep your pussy clean!  For all of you men, make certain that she
does!

   She was hotly moist with the anticipation of being eaten, and she spread
her legs so wide I thought they would snap off.  She pulled back hard
giving me total access, as her eyes closed tightly, in preparation.

   Trying my best to ignore my brand new shiny hardon, my mouth quickly
fell between her splayed legs.  She wanted this badly and so did I.  But I
wondered how long I could eat her.  I decided right then, that I'd give her
a licking like she had never had and one like I had never given.

   Without further hesitation, I nudged softly against her wet slash and
began using my tongue, licking on the smooth skin covering her tight slit.
She was firm down there.  Hot and very wet as well.  I was never so happy
that she took care of her health as I was at that moment.  She was
pristine.

   Ever so lightly, I licked the length of her, from bottom to top.  Like a
butterfly's fluttering wings, I used the tip of my tongue to trace her
moist slit.  Up and down, grazing ever so lightly, I tickled her with my
tongue.  I spent a lot of time tasting her juice as it came out.  She
quivered at my constant touch.  Lapping lightly at a smooth, hot, hairless
cunt is an exciting experience.  Debi's flavor was intoxicating.  There
would never be wine that tasted this good.

   Her tight labia were swollen pink and just pliable enough to allow me to
stick the tip of my tongue inside.  Even in heat she was tight, and I could
sense her enjoyment as she quivered on my tongue.  As I licked at the top
of her slit, I could not help but feel and see her hardening clitoris.  It
was beginning to swell nicely.  Proudly.  I gently flicked at only the
hardness there, and she would jump and shiver from my touch.  With the tip
of my tongue, I could control her.  I liked that feeling.

   When I had fucked her pussy yesterday, it was only for my pleasure. 
Yesterday, I gave her no chance to come when I used her cunt.  Now, I
wanted her to know my desire for her.  I wanted her to know that I could
bring pleasure or pain.  But now, it was pleasure.  Over and over I teased
only her nub.  Her sighs and moans told me that I was doing it properly.

   After only a few minutes work, concentrating only on her exposed
clitoris, she said, "Sir.  I'm going to cum!" Still lightly working on her
clit, she shuddered violently and orgasmed for me.  As she did, I captured
all her juices, lapping lightly over her slit.  I did not penetrate her.  I
simply gathered her nectar with the flat of my tongue, tasted what she gave
me, and patiently let her finish.

   Her most feminine secrets were given to my taste buds.  She tasted
sweet. The moist droplets of her cum were gathered into my mouth and
savored.  I was instantly in lust with her flavor.  But I wasn't finished.
Her breathing finally calmed down and I repeated, exactly, what I had just
done.

   At almost the same moment of the flick, shiver, wait procedure, she told
me she was going to cum again.  I let her have it and once again gathered
her nectar.  By now, she was panting her lust into my mouth.  I began
again. This time, I wanted to work on only her clit.  It was sensitive, and
I wanted to examine it more closely.

   Using one finger on each hand, I spread her labia to expose that
precious bud.  I blew on it, but before I even touched it, it set her off.
"Oh god, sir!  I'm coming again!" She thrashed wildly on the bed, her cunt
giving me more delicious wetness.  She took a long time to finish, and as I
watched, her tummy rippled in the ecstasy of her orgasm.  Gasping for air
as she did so, her firm chest expanded with each intake of air, and her
head flopped back and forth in an uncontrollable display of sexual
fulfillment.

   The moment she showed signs of calming down, I began anew.  This time, I
simply took her clit.  I mean I took it.  It was mine.  It belonged to me.
I wanted to use it.  Using my tongue to feel her rock-hard nub, I honed in,
gathered it up, and sucked it into my lips.  I sucked it in hard and bit
down on it gently, over and over, rolling it around with my tongue while
sucking hard on it.  She was shocked at my attack on the center of her
womanhood and screamed at the intensity of it all.  Of course, she came for
me again.  But I never stopped biting.

   I kept her in an orgasm that lasted for a long time.  I'm sure that she
thought it was an eternity.  I did not relent.  Weakened already but her
previous orgasms, I wanted to see what she could take...and give.  I let up
for a moment and said, "Cum for me, slut.  Cum hard for me!" I attacked her
clit even harder, biting down more forcefully and sucking on it with all my
strength.

   She shuddered and screamed as I gave her clit a manly workout.  Now she
was experiencing pain and pleasure as she continued to orgasm.  "Oh god
Sir! Please let me play with my tits!  Please let me touch myself!" I told
her to do it.  She let her legs drop onto my shoulders, but I moved them so
that her feet were flat on the bed.

   As she fondled her breasts and pinched and pulled on her nipples, I
began to suck one cunt lip into my mouth at a time, switching back and
forth enough to catch all of her moistness in my mouth.  She shuddered and
pushed her cunt up into my face, and I couldn't help sliding my tongue
inside.

   She began shuddering harder and screamed her orgasm needs again.  The
more I ate her, the harder she came in my mouth.  Grasping her clit between
my teeth again, I bit on it lightly, and she continued to cum on my face.

   At the very moment that she reached what I felt was her most profound
orgasmic state, I stood up, sat on the edge of the bed, and grabbed for
her. I pulled her forcefully; face down over my knee at her waist and
locked her in position with the thigh of my other leg.  I was never more
delighted with her small frame, than I was at those times.  She, a
fully-grown sexually active woman, felt like a child in my hands.  The body
in my hands certainly NEVER belonged to a child.  Debi was born a woman.

   I placed the palm of my left hand into the small of her bare back, and
forced her head down as close to the floor as I could manage without
damaging her.  In this position, she had 0% chance of release.  I took my
other hand and began to spank her ass soundly.  She, in the midst of her
pleasure, suddenly was crying out in pain, and after about 10 hard swats,
she started to fight me.  She wanted up, but I just kept on spanking, a
little harder than before.

   Pretty soon she was crying openly, suffering mightily from the hard
spanking she was receiving.  Silently, I counted out a total of 25
asscheek, jiggling slaps on her sexy rear end.  When I was done, I picked
her up, bodily, and tossed her back onto the bed, put her back into the
same position, and began to eat her pussy again.

   Her tears flowed freely, but she knew I was in control and simply took
her pain and pleasure.  I dipped back down into her wet slit with my
tongue. From that point on, I never let up.  I found that I could make her
belly, legs and ass shake at the flick of my tongue, and I flicked and
flicked and flicked.  For a long time I ate that delicious cunt of hers.

   I changed the rules on her.  I told her that before each orgasm, she was
told to say, "Master, I'm getting ready to cum for you!" During each one,
she was taught to say "Oh Master, your making my whore's cunt have an
orgasm!  I'm cumming!" And, after each orgasm, she was ordered to say, "I
cannot help cumming at your touch, Master.  Please make me cum for you
again?  Now please.  Don't stop."

   Debi had five more full orgasms from my tongue work.  When she quieted
down from one orgasm, I spread her lips, got hold of her hard clit, and
began nibbling with my teeth again.  She was so wet that my entire face was
slathered with her wonderful juices, and I just couldn't get enough of her.
I continued to lick and suck through all of her orgasms, and I finally had
to quit as my mouth and lips were tiring.

   When I had finished using her with my mouth, I looked up at the clock
and found that I had sucked her pussy for almost forty-five minutes!  And
all that time, I suffered through a hardness in my groin that was
indescribable.  I needed to fuck her pussy.  I needed to get my prick deep
inside that cunt.  I stood up from between her soaked thighs and said
"Display!"

   She took a few moments to compose herself, raised her legs weakly and
held on to her ankles as directed.  "Wider!  Spread your legs wider!" She
did as she was told, and I moved forward, my prick poised over her exposed
cunt.  Then I thought...no.  She should fuck me.

   I fell onto my back on the bed and instructed her to squat over me.  She
was told how I wanted it, and to use her cunt to please me.  "Fuck me with
that pussy.  Don't sit down on me...squat down over my cock and use your
pussy to fuck me.  I want full up and down strokes.  Hurry!  Give it to
me!"

   She was a talented wench, and her legs were still strong.  She straddled
me, bent her knees into a squat, and pushed her soaked pussy down fully
onto my pole on the first down-stroke.  She began complete full-length
strokes up and down the length of me, moaning as she stroked it in and out
of her muff.

   Almost immediately she told me she was getting ready to cum, and I
allowed her to say all the words necessary to finish.  Squatting over me,
fucking my pole, she came on me.  She came hard, and I felt her cunt
muscles contract deliciously around my manhood, as she did so.  Being small
in stature, to my enjoyment and pleasure her soaked and well-eaten cunt was
very tight, and her slippery pussy lips were snug around my member as she
fucked herself above me.  Fucking Debi was like fucking a 10-year-old.  Oh,
the depravity of that feeling.

   She was fucking me fast in a squatting position, with full hard thrusts
onto my penis.  She increased the speed of her fucking and came again with
the requisite spoken words.  But soon, the heat between us was too much to
bear, and I couldn't wait any longer.  I sat up, grabbed her, and tossed
her backwards onto the bed.  I spread and climbed between those beautiful
thighs and began fucking her hot pussy for all I was worth.  I yelled out,
"Display!"

   She threw her legs wide, once again, and gave me unrestricted access to
her treasures.  I slammed repeatedly into her hole, pounding it like I had
never had a cunt in my life.  Debi is one delicious fuck.  Fireworks
included.  I began to sweat heavily from the heat of my work, but continued
the feverish pace for a few minutes more.

   After a while, I turned her over, pulled her into a kneeling position,
and entered her cunt from behind.  Doggy style, she was able to fuck me
back just as hard as I fucked her.  She pushed back onto my cock, hard,
impaling her pussy over and over on my length.  Debi doesn't do sex
halfway. Reaching around, I grabbed a breast in each hand and held on tight
as we slammed against each other.

   I quickly got to the verge of coming, and I wanted something special, so
I told her to get ready to turn around.  When I felt the first stirrings of
my orgasm, I spun her around, jammed my cock deep into her mouth and
spurted my jism, once again, into the back of her throat.  I soaked her
tonsils and didn't have to order her to drink it.  I came like a fire hose!
She could make a granite statue cum, I swear.

   She swallowed every drop and sucked deeply to get more.  I spurted at
least six or seven powerful ropes of hot, salty sperm juice into her mouth
and onto the back of her tongue, and she kept sucking for more, swallowing
as fast as she could.  Finally, I was so weak from spending my load I
couldn't stay vertical.  I fell back onto the bed.  She never let go of my
cock.  She kept sucking me in orgasmic passion.  She wouldn't quit.  She
didn't want to quit.  She kept sucking me and moaning, and I just let her
go at it.

   She was so fucking hot!  Except for triple-X movies, I had never seen
anyone act the way she did when she had a cock in her mouth.  She was
absolutely insatiable, to the point where I wondered when I would grow soft
again.  She never held anything back, continuing to lather me with her
tongue and lips.

   If I hadn't been there and seen it with my own eyes, and felt her
sensual mouth pressure I wouldn't have believed it.  She kept me hard!  She
was so thorough in her ministrations of my cock with her lips, throat and
tongue, that it didn't go soft as it usually did!  I was still hard! 
Raging hard!  Debi really had a talent, but I knew what she was looking
for. I could see it in her eyes.

   Her crystal blue her eyes tore deep down to my sexual soul, and were
begging for it.  She looked me straight in the eye and stared right through
me as she sucked on my meat.  I caught my breath and after a few more
minutes of letting her suck, I got up on my knees, threw her over onto her
belly and as she turned back to smile at me, eyes twinkling, I slid my
turgid cock back into the depths of her ass.

   I fucked her butt hole fast and hard.  I rode her like a wild beast as
she raised her ass and fucked me back like a rabbit in heat for almost
twenty more minutes.  I didn't have another orgasm right away, but she got
her ass fucked at least as good as the last time.

   It was a magic fuck, believe me.  I went for her tight hole for as long
as I could last, and I finally had to stop before my heart pounded its way
clear out of my chest.  Her velvet sphincter was heaven to fuck.  Tighter
and more sensuous than any fist I could have ever made around my cock.

   I remember that before I quit fucking her ass, she had once again
reached around to spread her cheeks for me as before, and she had several
more shuddering orgasms, and topped it off with a shrieking cum that lasted
for a very long time.  She shook in her orgasms as no other woman I had
ever been with.  How she managed to remember to say all the proper words
was beyond me, but from that day on, she never forgot to say the right
words each and every time she had to cum.  She learned well.

   There was no mistaking when she was cumming, and Debi NEVER faked an
orgasm.  She didn't want or need to.  She never held back an orgasm as far
as I knew, and she gave back everything she received, regardless of which
hole was being used at the moment.  This woman learned to take a cock up
her ass, and simply could not get enough.  She was amazing.

   By the time we were finished with this last episode, we were both soaked
in sweat and cum.  But now, it was training time for Debi.  I didn't want
to waste another 2-hour nap session, so I pulled my prick out of her ass,
spun her over, and pushed her head down between my legs.  I told her to
suck on my cock.  She was told to lick it clean.  Without hesitation, she
got to work, and in no time at all, she had used her tongue on my cock and
balls, and cleaned me completely.

   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
micromini 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 cashonly 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 halfexposed 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.

   Take it from me, Debi was now running on pure adrenaline.  Imagine it,
if you will take just a moment, ...there she was, sitting more than
halfnaked, alone in the parking lot of a public shopping mall with puddles
of fresh, wet cum all down the front of her chest and on her nose and upper
lip, while I wandered in to get some clothes for her to wear.  I pitied her
as she thought about what she was going to have to do tonight, and I
wondered if she would make use of her release phrase.

   By now, the cum from my balls had traveled down through her ample
cleavage and was pooling up somewhere on her belly or possibly even lower,
leaving in its wake the smell of fresh sex.  The front of her sheer blouse
was soaked with it, and she could not help smelling my odor on her.  All
she could do was hope and pray that nobody would spot her all alone in the
car, and come over to chat with her.  Life must be pretty challenging for a
slave, and more so for a female slave, I would think.

   I had to hurry because she had an appointment at the motel, but I
figured I might as well pick up something for myself as long as I was
there, so I spent a short while searching through the men's section at one
of the outlets.  When I had selected something I could wear, I paid for it
and left.  As I was walking towards another shop that I thought would have
something special for Debi, I happened to pass Victoria's Secret.  I don't
know who came up with the idea of selling erotic clothing in a public place
like this, but I give credit where it is due, and I silently thanked them.

   I walked in and started looking through the racks and displays, finding
a few items that I liked.  As my good fortune would have it, the same sales
clerk was on duty.  Not having had much time to look her over in detail, on
my earlier visit, I didn't realize how cute she was.  She was very pretty.
I waited until she finished speaking with another customer, and when she
was alone on one side of the store, I walked up to her and said hello.  She
smiled up at me and said "Well hello there!  How are you today?"

   Smiling back, I replied that I was more than fine and inquired about her
day.  She said, "Well, today is going just fine, but yesterday was much
more exciting." With a knowing grin I still asked why.  She replied,
"Yesterday's encounter with Debi was, well, a pleasant distraction.  Did
she tell you about what happened in the dressing room?  I'll bet she did,
and you guys were all over each other all night."

   I replied, "Actually, I was planning to ask her about it this evening,
since we were quite busy last night and this morning.  Right now, she's
pretty much naked outside in the car.  But she never volunteered anything
about you or her time in the dressing room."

   The clerk replied, "Naked in the car?  Right now?  In the parking lot?
Ha!  That's precious!  Hmm, she never said anything, huh?  Curious." Now I
was the one getting curious.  "Perhaps you should tell me the whole story."

   She said, "Don't you think it would be better if she told you?  I think
you'd like it better that way."

   I said, "Hmm, I think I'd like to hear it from you first so I would know
if she was telling me the truth.  Don't be shy.  I'm all ears."

   She said "Honey, I'm anything but shy, and I bet you have more fun
things on you besides your eass.  I'm a pretty good judge of character."
She said that she couldn't tell me about it in the store where someone
might overhear it.  She also added, "But I wouldn't mind a second helping,
or three, or four!" I thought about it for a few seconds, and I had a
pretty good idea what had happened behind those dressing room doors, but I
was now really burning to hear the full story.

   I told her "Perhaps I know a way you can get that second helping, with
desert." I gave her Debi's address, and asked her if she could be at the
house at a specific time, and she chuckled and said, "For another plateful
of Debi, I'll be there in a heartbeat!" This was going to be a fun evening.

   I purchased a number or revealing items, and said good-bye to Wanda.  I
went on to another store, bought more clothes vor Debi, and went back out
to the car.  There she was, all red-faced and very eager to leave.  I
tossed the items in the trunk of the car and glanced around to make sure we
were alone.  There was nobody within sight where we were parked.

   Without hesitation, I walked up to Debi's door, pulled her out of the
car, put her over my knee and spanked her again, in that public place. 
During the spanking, I popped her butt plug a few times reminding her that
it was still there (not that she didn't already know).  I placed her back
into the car on her sore ass, buckled her back down tight, and slammed her
door shut.  I got back into the car, gave her a short white mini-skirt and
a black sheer blouse, smiled widely at her and said, "Girl, have I got a
surprise for you tonight." She fought back her tears, slipped on her new
skirt and casually changed blouses, and sniffled silently from the pain in
her delicate buttocks.

   I kept thinking about the treat in store for all of us once she was
finished at the motel, and I had been preparing Debi for the rest of the
day by continuously reminding her of the motel job that was coming up.  I
quickly got her home, took her clothes off of her, unceremoniously pulling
out the butt plug, and tossed her in the shower.  I dressed her again, once
she was dry and her hair was put back in the ponytail.  This time, it was
in frilly pink.

   Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was almost time to head out. 
Dressed to fuck, I sat her on the edge of the bed, whipped out my prick and
told her to suck it.  As she sucked deliciously on me, I said to her, "In
about 20 minutes, you are going to finish playing out your role as whore. I
probably won't ask you to ever play that part again, but one never knows
what the future will hold.

   "The people you are about to service don't know who you are; well...you
had better hope they don't know you.  So it's time that you learned how to
be a whore.  You must have the right mindset before you begin, so here's
what's going to happen once we get there." I tried to think of all the
ramifications of what she was going to be doing, and told her all about
them as she did me with her mouth.

   "A whore's life isn't pretty.  Once you accept money, you must do as
you're told, by the person who has paid for your services.  It's as simple
as that.  A whore fucks, sucks, and does whatever is required of her to
earn her money." As she sucked my cock, she was weeping at the thought of
having to 'put out' for strangers, but I continued.

   "I will be in the room with you, watching you take care of these
strangers' needs.  I will not let you be alone with them.  If they don't
like it, tough shit.  I will monitor how you perform, and if you don't do
well, I will tell you about it, on the spot.  Once you start, you will not
stop until there are no more clients." Just then, thinking about what I was
about to witness, I came in her mouth.

   When I was done, I stuffed myself away as she swallowed my jism, and I
took her hand to go.  "Master?  Please don't make me do this?" she said. 
"I promise with all my heart to follow your instructions to the letter from
now on.  Please Master, I'm not a prostitute.  I don't think I can do
this."

   "Woman", I said patiently, "You have a cunt.  You have a mouth.  You
have an ass.  You know exactly how to use each one.  Trust me.  You can be
a whore.  You are not a prostitute, but you will most certainly act like
one this afternoon, and you will be a good one.  Each man who pays for you
will receive the best that he has ever had.  You are a spoiled brat who
still doesn't understand the meaning of the word "Obey".  If this is what
it takes to make you understand that word, then so be it.  Today, you're
going to let men use your body.  You have no choice.  They will fuck your
cunt, your ass, and your mouth.  I know you like cock.  I just wonder how
much you like it.  We'll soon find out."

   I led her out to the car, and we left the house.  After a quick stop at
the drug store, I handed her some cash and said, "Go in, buy 12 different
kinds of condoms, and do not use a shopping cart or basket.  Carry them all
in your hands to the checkout counter." I knew she wouldn't use them all. I
just wanted her to experience the thrill of the purchase.  When she came
back out, her face was red but she was smiling wide.

   She tossed her bag in the back seat and before she got back in, I told
her to go back in and buy 6 types of lubrication.  Same rules.  She said,
"Yes, Master." After a while, she came out again and tossed that bag into
the back with the other.  This time she stood waiting.  That was good.  I
told her to buy 6 more boxes of condoms, another 2 containers of lube, and
a box of rubber gloves.  I told her to make sure she went back to the same
checkout line and say "Sorry...I got to thinking about it, and figure there
wouldn't be enough, so I had better stock up for tonight's fun." I said,
"If they ask...invite them."

   It took her a while, but when she came back out, she was sad.  I told
her to get in, took the change from her, and told her to tell me about it.
She did, but it was boring until she got to the last part.  It was a female
cashier.  There were a couple of people in line with her, but Debi invited
the cashier as she was told.  She said that the girl busted out in a loud
laugh, and right there in front of the other customers, said, "You're
inviting me to watch you have sex...or to join in?  Get your Pro ass out of
here!"

   Debi said that the customers all laughed at her and it embarrassed her.
I said, "Living the life of a whore is no fun.  It's not all just fucking,
sucking and swallowing sperm.  It's about keeping yourself clean, babyfree
and disease free as well.  Even though you're on the pill, your vagina will
be filled with cocks for the better part of the afternoon.  Use the
protection you just got.  That's all going to be your responsibility.  Make
sure they all have condoms on, regardless of what I tell them.  Hopefully,
none of them will break inside of you.  That's the life of a prostitute. 
Hope you enjoy it."

   We soon arrived at the motel.  The waiter from the restaurant that
morning was already there with several others, waiting.  When I drove up, I
motioned him over and asked him if he was ready.  He held up a room key.  I
told him that I would be in the room with her to supervise her safety.  He
could have cared less, and I told him to hand over the key and tell the
others the deal.

   He did, and when he came back, I told him to give us 10 minutes to get
ready, and one at a time they would be allowed in the room to take care of
their business.  As we were speaking, more men showed up, and one of them
had a girl in tow.  Debi would be busy.  I wondered if she could handle
them all.  She was looking at the slowly building crowd and not saying
anything.

   Looking him square in the eye, I also said, "Don't make it too obvious.
Keep the crowd away from the room door, and only one at a time is to be
waiting at the door for the last one to come out.  More important, pass the
word...if she's harmed or physically abused aside from the obvious use of
her body, you will leave the room with a broken appendage...if you're
lucky. Come to the room in 10 minutes.  Be ready to pay before you play. 
She will provide the condoms."

   I drove off around to the back of the motel, found the room at the end
of the 2nd floor landing, and took her ynside.  It was simple and stark
with a large bed, a mirrored dresser facing the bed, and a table and chair
against the far wall next to it.  Perfect for fucking a whore.  I told her
to undress and to pull the blankets off the bed.  All she would need was a
mattress, sheet and a couple of pillows.

   While she did that, I closed the curtains across the windows, and turned
the air conditioning up full blast.  It was going to get hot and sticky in
here right quick.  I turned and saw her getting onto the bed and stopped
her.  I said, "You will stand and greet each person with a tight hug and a
slow kiss.  From there, you will be on your own.  You won't have much to
think about except to ask them how they want you, and then simply comply.

   "Don't forget to smile for them the whole time.  Make them enjoy it. 
They are paying for the use of your body.  Also, even if you don't feel
like cumming, although I think you will, make them think you are cumming
every time they cum.  When they cum, you cum, understood?"

   "Yes, Master.  If I must, I will do this thing for you."

   "You must.  But you are going to do it for you, not for me.  You need to
learn what the concept of a slave really is.  You need to learn the most
basic precepts of being owned.  First, that you no longer have free will.
Second, that you must do as you are told, when you are told to do it,
without hesitation.  And third, do not assume.  Assumption is, at most, a
gambler's wager.  Sometimes it may pay off.  Other times, punishment
arrives faster than you can imagine.  Today is punishment and training for
you.  If you truly want to be a slave, do what you're told.  Don't ask,
don't think, just do."

   Lowering her eyes, Debi said, "Yes, Master, I do want to be your slave.
I'm sorry for what I've done." Secretly, however, I had the feeling that
she was looking forward to today's experience, but was somewhat concerned
for her security.  She didn't really know me.

   "You'll be safe through this.  I'll be sitting in that chair over by the
table.  Ignore me.  Do your job.  Be a good whore.  Show me that you want
to be my slave.  Make me believe it's what you want.  Oh, and one other
thing.  No matter how much they pay or what they want, when they cum,
they're done.  It's up to you to make them cum as soon as you can.  That,
my dear, is the trademark of a true whore.  Also, to make it good, I want
you to tell them all that you want them as a steady client.  You won't do
it, of course, but you must totally act the part of a cock-hungry slut."

   Without waiting for an answer, I beckoned her to me, and she kissed me
firmly and grabbed for my crotch.  She handled my unit through my pants and
I caressed her breasts for a moment.  Then we broke our embrace, and
together we opened up the boxes of condoms and got the lubrication ready
for her.  The condoms were spread out across the top of the mirrored desk,
ready for use.

   Just then, there was a knock at the door.  She was startled.  I tweaked
her nipples to make sure she presented a good image to her client.  I
reached down to her cunt, and she was already moist in anticipation of the
event to come, so to speak.  Licking my finger, I turned to answer the
door.

   The young waiter stood there at the door with a crisp new $100.00 bill
in his hand.  I invited him in, took his money, pointed to the condoms and
said, "Use her until you squirt in one of those.  After that, you're out of
here.  Got it?" He nodded, and I said, "Just ask her what her rules are. 
I'll be just over there at the chair by the table.  Ignore me.  I'm not
here." I went and sat down in the chair as Debi, totally naked, approached
him.  She smiled and gave him a big hug and a deep kiss.

   "Good god, you're gorgeous!" he said.  "I've been hard since you left,
and can't wait to see what you have to offer.  I had to leave work early,
but I think it's going to be worth it.  What are your rules?"

   Bravely, looking sweetly into his eyes, Debi said, "The only rule I have
is no bruises.  If you bruise me, you lose me.  The rest of me is all yours
until you cum.  I sure hope you don't cum too fast!" She reached down to
caress his boner through his pants and said, "Now, are you going to fuck me
with this meat, or stand here talking about it all day?  Your cock is
ticking, and I'm itching to get some of it.  "

   I think they broke a speed record getting him undressed.  The moment his
cock was visible, Debi purred about his size and grabbed for it.  She
stroked his prick and pulled him over to the assortment of condoms.  She
chose one and led him by his cock to the bed.  "How do you want me to take
this monster?  Want anything special?" He just pushed her down to sit on
the edge of the bed.  He opened the condom, rolled it down over his prick,
put his hand on the back of her head, and stuffed his boner into her mouth.
She sucked him willingly, greedily, and deeply.  I could tell she wanted to
make him cum as fast as she could.

   She got right down to his root and gave him a spectacular blowjob, and
the look on his face told the entire story.  Just by watching, I knew he
wouldn't last very long.  He was already panting as he looked down to see
her taking his entire length.  He wasn't very big, maybe 5 inches, but Debi
took her mouth off his prick long enough to say "Oh god, it's about time I
finally found a big cock to suck!"

   Going right back down on him, he smiled and began to fuck her mouth as
she slurped his length and grabbed his balls in her hands.  I guess he knew
he wouldn't last very long, because he pulled out of her face and pushed
her backwards onto the bed.  He climbed up onto the bed between her spread
legs and said, "Let me fill your pussy with this monster."

   Debi said, "Please be careful.  Don't hurt me.  You're going to split me
wide open with it." He smiled and pushed it inside her wet cunt.  She
needed no lubrication in her cunt.  She never did.  He wasted no time in
stuffing it all the way in, and she gasped as though it was the biggest one
she had ever taken.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and panted nicely
as he fucked her.  She was doing a great job!

   Her legs were around him and as he fucked her, she said things like "Oh
my god, baby.  Do me.  Yes!  Oh yes, it's so nice.  Mmm, so good!  Fuck me
hard baby.  I'm already gonna cum on it!  Oh, oh, yes...yes, fuck it nice.
Make me cream on it.  It feels so good!  Do me deep, honey.  Yeah, that's
it.  Fuck my pussy real good!  Oh...oh...oh yes!"

   He never had a chance.  He grunted and his condom filled as she screamed
that she was coming too.  He lasted a total of 8 minutes.  Panting, he
rolled off her and said, "Holy shit, your pussy is so tight!" She said,
"Thank you baby, that was so nice!  What a great cock you have!  I can't
believe I came on you that fast!  We're going to have to do that again some
time.  I want you again as soon as I can.  Maybe you can bring me that
monster again someday soon?  What do you say?"

   He grinned and said, "I don't know.  At $100 a shot, I might just be
broke before I know it!" She giggled and said, "A tight pussy is worth
every penny, don't you think?  If you liked that, wait until you try my
ass!" He sat up and said, "Baby, you got yourself a deal.  If your cunt
hadn't been so tight, I would have had it today.  Stop in at the diner when
you're in town again, and we'll set up a time." He bent down, kissed her,
and pulled the sperm-filled condom off his limp dick.  I told him to use
the toilet to get rid of it.  He did, and left with a smile on his face.

   The moment the door was closed, we both broke up laughing at how long he
took.  Debi giggled madly and said, "Oh Master!  What a studmuffin he was!"
This, of course, caused us both to laugh heartily at her sense of humor. 
Then, there was a knock on the door.  Looking at Debi, I asked her if she
was ready for stud-muffin #2.  She giggled, got up and straightened out the
bed covers0and when she was ready, nodded to me.

   Opening the door, there was another crisp $100 bill waiting for me. 
Another young kid, another quick blowjob and pussy fuck.  The next 2 were
just the same.  The 5th kid came in his condom in Debi's mouth, and bitched
about getting ripped off because he didn't get a chance to fuck her.

   Taking him by the arm to the door, with his pants around his ankles, I
said, "You spit...you split, kid.  If you can't control it, neither can we.
You got off, now get off.  Come back tomorrow.  Try beating off before you
arrive.  Maybe you'll last longer.  I waited until he pulled his pants up
and scooted him out the door, mad as a hornet, with a full condom still on
his pecker.

   Debi hadn't had to work very hard, basically just lie there and spread
her legs to let the men shoot some sperm into her holes.  Now granted, it
took a lot of energy to do that, and I gave her a lot of credit for letting
the men use her body for their pleasure, but since she hadn't once
complained about giving of herself, I suspected that she was actually
enjoying herself.  Unless you're really a whore, or prostitute, or
nymphomaniac, a woman rarely gets the opportunity to have a lot of men at
once.

   Knock, knock.  Opening the door, I saw one of the guys with his girl. 
Inviting them in, I asked about her, and he said, "This was all her idea.
She's going to pay for me.  She wants to watch me fuck another woman.  It's
her gig, man." I took the money from her hands and Debi did her thing.  She
and I watched Debi suck him then fuck him.  Debi got a surprise.  He turned
her over onto her belly, and started fingering her rectum.  Debi reached
out and took a jar of lube and handed it to him.

   As he greased up her hole and his condom-covered prick, his girl
whispered to me, saying, "He wants to do my asshole, but I've never done
it. So I wanted to pay for him to do hers while I watch to see how it's
done." I said, "Why not join him?  You paid for it, why not have her eat
your pussy while he fucks her in the ass.  You'll get a closer look, and a
nice pussy licking at the same time.  She's good!"

   She declined but got up and stood beside her man to watch him insert his
cock slowly into Debi's ass.  Debi moaned in pretend ecstasy and told him
how good it felt to finally have a man do it the right way.  He began to
slide it in and out of her as she pushed back up at him.  Him and his girl
were kissing and whispering to each other as Debi got her rectum reamed.

   After a few minutes, he told his girl that he was about to cum, and then
started slamming into Debi's ass.  The girl reached down and spread Debi's
ass cheeks and watched as her man shoved his cock in and out.  Debi moaned
that she was cumming and shuddered in, what I later found out to be a real
orgasm, and the guy came with her as his girl kissed him.

   Of course, after they were spent, Debi praised him for his good work and
asked the girl if she wouldn't mind him doing her ass again later.  The
girl said, "No...I think I'll be giving him my ass in the future.  But, I
just might come back later tonight to get my cunt licked.  I'm told you're
good at that sort of thing.  Debi blushed.

   She and her man went into the bathroom and got him cleaned up while Debi
just looked at me wondering what I could have told the girl.  When they
came out I smiled at them and handed her back her money, saying, "Pass the
word that Debi has a tight ass, willya?" The girl laughed, took her cash,
and said, "Oh yeah.  We'll be happy to do that for you!"

   I told Debi to go wash her ass, and a moment later there came another
knock at the door.  I needn't tell you that the word was spread, and the
next 4 men who came to the door all wanted her tight ass.  Debi did them
all very well.  She didn't complain until the last of them left the room.
She said, "Master, may I speak?" I nodded and she said, "My ass is getting
a little sore.  The last guy was as big as you, and he really pushed into
me hard."

   I said, "Life as a prostitute is a difficult one.  You're getting first
hand knowledge of some of the pitfalls of the job.  More important is the
fact that this is punishment for you.  So far, I haven't seen much
punishment at all."

   "Knock, knock.

   Opening the door, I let the next guy in and waved to the waiting bunch
in the parking lot, holding up 3 fingers.  Two more guys came up and I let
all three of them in the room.  "Gentlemen!" I said, "Cash up front please.
The young lady has told me that she desires three at once.  This is your
lucky day!" As Debi watched in subdued horror, I gave them the standard
rules and said, "The young lady wants to have three loads of cum in her
mouth before she swallows it all.  She wants one cock in each hole, fucking
away until you're ready to spit, then just wander to her mouth, pull off
that condom, and push it in.  Cum in her mouth, them go.  She will swallow
it all for me after you have all finished and left."

   I accepted all the money and they hooted as Debi warily displayed the
condom selection.  They doffed there clothes and Debi began fondling and
wanking them all to erection.  One was about 8 inches and pretty thick, one
was nearer to 9 medium girth, and the third sported a huge 10-incher with a
big mushroom head.  I watched as Debi put condoms on them all and as they
stood before her, she got them all hard by giving them a superb head job.
She was on her knees switching between one and the other until one of them
said, "Let's get this show on the road!"

   They led her to the bed, and the 10-incher lay down on his back.  Debi
crawled over to him and slid her pussy slowly over it, sinking it in deep.
She ooh'd and aah'd as she took him inside her, and was stretched wide
because of his big meat.  She handed the lube back to the 8-incher, and he
handed it to the 9-incher and took his place at the head of the bed,
kneeling over the prone 10-incher.

   Debi knew that the 9-incher was going to do her ass as she opened her
mouth to engulf the cock presented to her.  Her ass was lubed, and the
9incher pushed his cock in deep...not fast, but definitely not slow enough
to give her time to accommodate herself around him.  In unison, then, they
began to fuck her body.  Even with the stimulation of having a triple fuck,
they lasted a long time.  After about 15 minutes, the first to shout that
he was coming was already in her mouth.

   He pulled his cock out with a slurp, ripped off the condom and stuck it
back inside.  He immediately began spasms indicating her was cumming in her
mouth.  "Oh yeah...such a tight mouth to cum in!  Oh yeah baby, work that
tongue on my cock.  Yeah, nice!" He finished his orgasm and climbed off the
bed, leaving Debi's mouth free.  I reminded her not to swallow his cum, as
he got dressed, got rid of his condom in the bathroom, and left happy.

   Almost as soon as the door closed, the 9-incher doing her ass said he
was about to blow as well and he yanked it out and climbed up in front of
her, pulling off his rubber.  He pushed his prick betwuen her lips and
spewed his jism inside to mingle with the load she already had in there.  I
could tell her mouth was almost full by the way her cheeks 'chipmunked' to
hold it all in.  She was going to have a hard time with the third load.

   The second guy disposed of his used rubber and left the room happy as
well.  Now Debi had to get the third guy off as she held her mouth tight
around the double load of man juice already inside.  The 10-incher wanted
to change positions, so he climbed out from under her and took her doggy
style.  He was enjoying himself a lot, and the 30-minute clock was just
winding down when he grunted his desire to cum.  Debi spun around as he
quickly yanked off his condom, and he pushed his cock inside her mouth.

   The pressure caused some of the jism in her cheeks to be pushed out
around his cock as he pushed it deep inside and started to fuck her face.
He came almost instantly and gave her so much juice, she started to gag on
it and some sperm came out her nose as she coughed a little bit of it up.
He pulled out so that just the head was in her mouth and unloaded his balls
in that position.

   Her mouth was full when he was finally done.  She was leaking cum out
all over the place.  He finally pulled out and cleaned himself off,
disposing of his old condom.  Once he was dressed and ready to go, I
whispered something to him.  He chuckled and left.

   I looked at Debi and said, "You are so talented!  I'm so proud of you!
How does it feel to be a whore and have three guy's cumloads in your mouth
at one time?  How does it feel to be a whore?  Be a true whore now, and
swallow it all."

   She swallowed it all and gagged on the attempt, but I told her to make
sure she got it all.  Using her finger, she wiped all the sperm up and
licked it clean.  I told her to go into the bathroom and get cleaned up. 
Tiredly, she did, making sure all her holes were fresh.  The moment she
returned, I told her to fix the bed, and while she was doing it, I noticed
that her ass and pussy were swollen from being used.  Life as a prostitute
was bitter.  And it was about to get even more so.

   Debi finished and I said to her, "You spilled cum.  That is never
allowed for a slave.  For a sex slave, cum is a precious commodity.  It
should be savored and not lost because of poor composure.  I was impressed
by your ability to fuck three men.  But I was disappointed to see that you
wasted a few drops of sperm.  You must try harder to show me that you want
to be my slave.  You must do it again."

   Knock, knock.

   When I opened the door, three more men entered.  The last one said there
was only one more guy waiting.  I gave them the exact same rundown of
events while Debi's frantic mind listened to me.  She was going to have to
do it all over again.  She knew she would have to be more careful not to
lose any sperm.  She was about to have another three strange men spit their
cum in her mouth.

   Debi saw that they all sported big erections.  They were all about 8
inches, but they were all pretty thick units.  One was very thick, and he
wanted her cunt.  The fucking went on for a long time, and I knew that Debi
had to be almost fucked out.  She was in the process of fucking her 14th,
15th, and 16th man for the afternoon gig.  She was sore, and I knew it. 
She was almost done.  Only one left.  But first, she had to finish off
these three.

   She put her whole body into acting out their fantasies, moaning and
groaning ane cumming for them as they came, one at a time, into her mouth.
This time, she took all their jism nicely.  As each pushed his cock into
her mouth after fucking their respective holes for a long time, she tilted
her head back and accepted the next juicy load, never losing a drop.

   This time, the man in her ass was the last to finish, and he lasted a
long time.  He stabbed her rectum deep on each thrust, enjoying the use of
her body to its fullest.  As she held onto two loads of sperm, he grabbed
her hips and pulled her body against his as he pummeled her.  Her firm,
sose tits flopped back and forth as he fucked her tight ass.  Finally, he
could hold on no longer and finished off in her mouth with a gasp and a few
shudders.

   After he left, Debi collapsed on the bed on her back.  Her mouth was
full, and her tired legs splayed out before me.  She didn't have the
strength in her small body to even close them.  Her cunt lips and rectum
were bright red with use.  She breathed heavily through her nose as she lay
there exhausted.

   I had a surprise for her.  I dropped my pants, and climbed onto the bed
between her legs.  I couldn't wait any longer.  I stuffed her cunt with my
hardon and fucked her still wet pussy as she lay there with a mouth full of
mixed cum.  I told her to hold it until I was ready.  After all the
stimulation I had, I didn't last long.  The moment I felt that heavenly
tingle in my balls, I pulled her up to a sitting position and came all over
her tits as I tweaked her nipples hard.

   When I was done, I told her to swallow.  She did, and gasped for air.  I
told her to go clean herself off, and that there was only one more cock to
go before she was done.  It was to be her 17th customer, not counting
myself, of course.

   Just as she came back into the bedroom...

   Knock, knock.

   He was a tall burly older man, around 50-ish.  Going through the same
outline as before, I took his cash and, said, "No bruising the merchandise.
She's not a commode for your juice.  Use her for 30 minutes or until you
spit in a condom.  After that, you're out of here.  When you spit, you
split.  Got it?" He glared at me but nodded, and once again I pointed to
the chair by the table.  "I'll be just over there.  Ignore me.  Enjoy her."
I had a bad feeling about this guy.  Debi had no clue.

   Once again, I went and sat down in the chair and Debi approached him in
all her firm, womanly nakedness.  She smiled up at him and reached up to
give him a tight hug and a deep kiss.  This one wasted no time as he yanked
his trousers open, dropped them to his ankles and rolled out a rubber onto
his already turgid penis.

   As Debi and I watched, the condom stretched over his mushroomheaded
phallus, and down over his mass of meat.  He was pretty good size, maybe 11
inches long, but a lot thicker than the others she had already taken.  His
engorged prick was going to fill her.  Debi gasped at his size, for real
this time.  I know it took her by surprise, but like a trooper, she offered
him her mouth.  He would have none of that.  He picked her small body up
and simultaneously dropped her onto her back and knelt between her spread
thighs.

   He reached for her pussy and rubbed it vigorously.  Finding it already
slick with her wetness, he used his thick fingers and she gasped as he
stuck first one, then two, and finally three of them deep inside, testing
her tightness.  He smiled and poked the big head of his prick against her
slit.  He said, "I want $100 worth of you, and I aim to use every dime of
it." Then he started to push it in.  Debi looked concerned.  So did I.

   There was no doubt that he stretched her wide.  She grimaced as he
angled it in the right direction and laid it to her.  He simply used her.
There was no emotion or attempt at small talk.  He knew what he wanted and
he took it.  He pressed his weight down onto her small body and fucked her
good, making her cum often.  15 minutes later, he was still going at it,
and Debi's weakened leg muscles had given up any attempt at holding him.

   She just lay there, her useless legs splayed wide, accepting his
pounding cock, taking it in her cunt like a true whore should.  Then he
pulled out and turned her over.  She knew what was about to happen, and it
did.  Because he was wet and her juices had leaked down between her legs,
her ass was already lubricated.  Just refore he pushed into her, she begged
him to go easy at first.  Then the shit hit the fan.

   He pushed in, not caring about how big he was, and impaled her ass with
his spike.  He began to fuck her mercilessly with his engorged organ.  Over
and over he pushed it in, still pressing his full weight down onto her. 
She was getting truly and completely fucked up the ass.

   She screamed in agony as he repeatedly impaled her tiny rectum, and I
sat forward in the chair, immediately.  He lifted off of her to let her
catch her breath, watching his cock meat slide in and out of her asshole. I
thought he was going to calm down, but once again, he put all his weight
down onto her body and that knocked the wind out of her.  She was gasping
for air, without much success.  As soon as his meat was pushed in, he
started to pump brutally, in and out of her.

   Being distracted, he didn't notice me jump to my feet to stand behind
him.  Then, without warning, he raised his large meaty hand and slapped her
across the back of her head with a resounding smack, knocking her head
sadistically to the side as she tried to get some air to scream, and he
said, "Shut the fuck up, you bitch!  I'm paying for this!"

   On his next outstroke, several things happened in quick succession. 
First, I reared back and planted the toe of my shoe into his ball sack. 
This, of course, caused him to roar in agony.  He jerked out of her ass and
fell over onto the bed onto his back.  As he reached between his legs to
grab at his beaten testicles, my hand was already there.  I took hold of
his balls in my right hand and squeezed them tight.

   He screamed in pain, trying to slap my hand off his groin.  Standing to
his side, I used my left forearm and putting all of my weight into it, I
clothes-lined the bastard's throat, right across his windpipe.  That
stopped his screaming, but it did funny things to his eyeballs.  They
bugged out as he gasped for air as well.  He raised his hands to reach for
the arm on his neck and I squeezed his sack even harder.

   His face turned red and I said, "Drop your arms to your side, asshole."
He didn't...so I pulled harder on his ball sack.  He was panicking now,
lacking the stamina and air to defend himself.  He finally complied.  I
looked down into his red face, smiled, and said, "I think it's time for you
to go.  If you agree, blink once.  If not, blink twice.  From somewhere
deep inside, he got his second wind and raised his arms to grab at me
again. I calmly pushed harder against his windpipe and pulled even harder
on his balls.  His arms dropped.

   "Have it your way, jackass.  But, if you don't answer me correctly,
you'll be surprised at what happens next.  His eyes stared blankly ahead.
Out of sheer rage, he blinked twice...and just as he was passing out, I
said, "You're right...you are paying for it." Then his eyeballs rolled up
and back and he passed out from lack of oxygen.  I released my hold and
forcefully rolled him off of the bed onto his face on the floor.  What an
asshole.

   I could see that he was breathing, but I was pissed.  He had fallen
right on his nose, and it was bleeding.  Tough shit.  Hope it broke.  I
moved to check out Debi's health, and found that she was shaken up but in
good condition.  I told her that we were done and to get dressed.  As she
did this, she was concerned that I might have killed the bastard.  I told
her he was still breathing, and assured her that he was alive...not that I
gave a shit at that moment.

   I dragged his unconscious naked carcass into the bathroom, and tossed
the top half of him across the edge of the tub.  This put his butt up in
the air.  It also caused his face to bash against the bottom of the tub. 
He was still bleeding from the nose.  Too fucking bad, I thought.  I closed
the bathroom door so Debi wouldn't see what I was about to do.  Looking
around, I spotted what I wanted and I reached past the toilet bowl to where
the toilet paper roll was hanging on the wall, and removed it from the
brackets.

   The spoke holding the roll was the standard 5 or 6-inch unit made out
two pieces of hard plastic with a real stiff spring between them.  As the
jerk lay unconscious I grabbed the bottle of complimentary liquid soap,
squirted it on his qsshole, and over the tube, and bent down to get to
work. This was going to be a nasty job.

   I pushed that tube against his rectum and forced it to go in deep.  The
two pieces of tube were pressed together tight as I pushed it in.  Not
giving a shit about any damage I might have done, and I did, I jammed it in
all the way.  The moment that the end of the tube was qll the way in, I
pressed two fingers against the end of it and pushed even harder.  It went
in almost two more inches, and I figured that would be just right.

   Once I got to that point, I turned my fingers and pushed the tube
sideways, deep inside his ass.  As I had hoped, once the pressure was off
of the deep end, the spring took over and the tubes extended themselves
sideways, deep inside his ass.  Rooting around inside his ass with my
fingers, I made sure the tubes were lodged in as deep as I could get them.

   Standing back up behind him, I left him like that and washed my hands in
the bathroom sink.  I dried them off, but decided to add one more thing. 
Unzipping, I pulled out my prick and took a deep breath.  I straddled his
splayed legs and pissed all over the back of his head, as it lay against
the floor of the tub.  Adding insult to injury, literally, I grabbed his
wallet and put it in my pocket.  For good measure, I reared back again and
kicked him square in the balls.  It was a disgusting sounding splat, but I
figured, what the hell.  It served him right.  Asshole.

   I washed my hands again and went back into the other room.  She never
spoke, but I could see the petrified look in her eyes.  She was hurting
from his assault, but scared of what I may have done to him.  All I said
was, "He'll be okay...sooner or later.  Are you well enough to walk? 
Numbly, she nodded, and we left the motel room together.  Luckily, there
were no other folks waiting at the door.  We just left, got into the car
and drove silently back to her place.

   We spent the rest of the day making sure she was okay.  I checked her
over for bruises on her head and her rectum, but there were none visible.
She was tender and sore in all her holes, but that was to be expected.  She
was really sore in her rectum and her head, but she was not seriously
injured, at least noticeably.  After helping her take a nice hot shower, I
put her to bed and told her to get some rest.

   She tossed and turned for a while as I watched, and then finalmy drifted
off into dreamland.  When she was asleep, I went inuo the living room and
scoped out the guys wallet.  I found all the standard things like driver's
license, credit cards and cash.  But there was lots of cash.  Holy crap,
the guy had been carrying around over two grand.  The key words here were
"had been".  I took the cash, figuring we were compensated enough, and
tossed the rest of the contents of the wallet onto the sofa.

   I called Wanda and cancelled the evening's events because of
'complications', and I told her I would reschedule for a later date,
without a doubt.  I called Steph and told her what had happened.  I told
her what I had done to the guy, and she laughed her ass off.  I hadn't
actually thought about it, but as she laughed, I gave it more thought and
laughed right along with her.

   Steph said, "He's going to have to explain that tube to the hospital
folks, and they're certainly going to have a new one for the books!"

   We had a good laugh about the whole experience, and concerned, she asked
how Debi was.  I said, "She's sleeping it off right now, but I'm going to
watch her through the afternoon and evening to make sure.  I think she's
going to be okay."

   She said, "Well, just to be on the safe side, I'm going to call Dr. 
Lois and have her stop by to check Debi out.  You can't take any chances
with injuries like that.  Debi's health, whether she believes it or not, is
paramount."

   Dr.  Lois, Steph's 'family' toctor is quite good at what she does, and
is very discreet about her private practice.  I agreed with Steph, and
about two hours later, Dr.  Lois dropped by.  She woke Debi, introduced
herself, explained why she was there, and gave her a good physical
examination.  She gave her a heavy sedative and waited until she had nodded
off.

   She came out and said, "She'll be okay.  It was mostly shock, and there
are no bruises.  Her rectum is fine.  No tearing or bruising, or any signs
of damage, but it has been well used and will be sore for a few days.  Her
labia and vagina are also red and tender, but not bruised.  But, a hit on
the side of the head is always a cause for concern.  There is some
tenderness, as would be expected, but no sign of concussion.  I gave her a
sedative and she'll be out for the night.  Snug as a bug in a rug."

   Relieved, I thanked her and offered payment, but she said, "It's already
taken care of, but thanks for the offer." She handed me her card and said,
"Keep your eye on her for the first couple of hours.  Basically, check her
breathing.  Once that time has passed, we can all relax.  If she shows
signs of duress in her sleep, call me immediately.  I doubt it will happen,
but keep your eyes open.

   "Steph told me everything that happened," she smiled.  "I'm headed over
to the hospital right now to take care of some other paperwork.  I'll keep
an ear against the wall, waiting for the jerk to show up, if he does.  Do
you know who he is?" I grabbed his wallet from the sofa, told her about the
cash, and handed it to her.  Tossing it into her bag, she said his
'payment' was not enough for the abuse he had done to Debi.  With that, she
bid me goodnight and left, again promising to contact me if he showed up.

   I kept a vigil on Debi for about four hours, but she kept on sleeping
like a baby.  I felt a little better about her health, and spent the rest
of the evening flipping through TV channels.  Finally, I began to nod off,
and decided to get some rest myself.  I joined Debi in the bed, and the
next thing I knew, it was morning.  When I awoke, she was still sleeping
peacefully.  I got up, took care of my bathroom business, grabbed a shower
and got dressed.

   Debi awoke a few hours later.  She came out of the bedroom naked,
yawning and stretching.  She was fine.  No injuries.  She even had the
awareness to put her white shoes on.  I asked her if she was okay, and she
said "Yes, Master." I told her to go and take a nice hot bath and to call
me when she was done.  I told her to take her time and soak off the stress
of the day before, and when she was done, to drain the tub and call me. 
I'd be in to take care of a few things that needed tending.

   She took her time, soaking in a hot bubble bath for about 30 minutes. 
During this time, I gathered up all the supplies that I oeeded from the
stash I had previously bought.  She called for me and I brought the items
into the bathroom with me.  Debi was now squeaky clean on the outside, and
I wanted to be sure she was squeaky clean inside as well.  She saw the
supplies I was carrying and asked if she could speak.  I said yes, and she
said, "Master, I've already cleaned my cunt with my hands.  I'm already
clean down there."

   I replied, "You may think you are, but we both know that isn't so. 
You're not as clean as you think you are.  You spent the afternoon fucking
almost 20 men.  A little splash of water is not enough to get you as clean
as I want you, and that's what counts.  You know, a douche is just a very
thorough cleansing of your vaginal area and uterus.  Splashing water on the
outside and using your fingers isn't hygienic enough for me.  I want to
know you're clean.

   "I don't know what chemicals are in those commercial products, so were
going to use this hot water bottle with a little water and vinegar solution
in it.  I rinsed out the hot water bottle, mixed up the proper solution,
which filled it up.  I attached the long rubber hose to the bottle and
adjusted the little knob to adjust water flow, and hung it on the shower
curtain rod as she watched.  I looked down at her and smiled.

   "There's only one problem.  You are my sex slave.  The only thing that
goes into your cunt from this moment is a cock.  Smiling again, I reached
over to the countertop and grabbed the nozzle end of the unit.  That's the
part that goes inside her body.  It was shaped like a cock.  It was a
7-inch plastic cock with a hole in the end and some holes running around
the head of it.  The standard nozzle just wouldn't do.  Debi's entire world
is to revolve around sex and all that it implies.

   I told her to lie down flat in the tub and I handed her the nozzle. 
"Clean yourself out thoroughly.  We will do it twice to be sure.  Make sure
you get it clean real deep." I turned the knob on the hose and the warm
water started coming out the cock head.  Debi giggled and inserted the unit
and began to douche herself while I looked on.  When the bag was empty, I
refilled it with another batch of warm solution and she repeated the
process, cleaning herself out real nice for me.  She enjoyed it, and so did
I.

   She asked if she could rinse off, and I said no.  We were not done. 
"Now that your pussy is clean, your rectum must be cleaned as well.  That
means giving yourself an enema.  Have you ever had one?"

   "No, Master, never."

   "Well, now is a good time to learn the procedure.  An enema is a little
different.  You use the same solution and device.  You may lubricate the
nozzle to insert it, but once the water starts filling you, you have to
keep the nozzle inside until the bottle is empty.  Once empty, remove the
nozzle and hold the liquid inside for a few minutes.  Then you sit on the
toilet and let it all out.  It's noisy and silly, but you must do it daily
after your douche.  Then climb back in the tub and repeat the process.  I
want you to use two full bottles of solution.  Remember, you need to hold
it in for 3 full minutes.  Don't make a mess on my floor, or I'll spank
you.

   With that, I let her mix the solution under my instructions.  She hung
the bottle back up and took some petroleum jelly to lubricate the nozzle.
Reaching back, she slowly inserted the full length of the cock nozzle in
her ass and with the other hand turned the knob to release the water flow.
She gasped when she felt her insides accepting the water.

   She reached up to slow the water flow and I stopped her by saying, "The
longer it takes you to accept the entire contents, the longer you have to
hold it inside.  Let it go.  Get used to the process."

   She grimaced as her belly startud to swell with the copious amount of
fluids pouring into her bowels.  It didn't take long before the bottle was
drained and she gritted her teeth as she pulled out the nozzle.  She
dropped it into the tub and pressed ass cheeks together to hold it all in.
I said, "Do yourself a big favor.  Try with all your might to squeeze your
rectum closed against the pressure.  Pressing with your hands is cheating.
If you practice with only your rectum, it will train you to keep your hole
tight during and after I fuck your ass."

   She removed her hands and I started counting.  I told her to count the
seconds aloud with me.  By the time we got to 180 seconds, she was
grimacing and trying to catch her breath.  I helped her out of the tub and
told her to release all the fluids in the toilet while I watched. 
Amazingly she wasn't embarrassed about displaying this function to me.  I
suppose pain outweighs privacy in this matter.

   Once she had released all the fluids, she flushed, wiped, washed her
hands and the nozzle, refilled the hot water bottle and climbed back into
the tub for the second application.  We waited for all the solution to
drain out and then did the count to 180 again.  Once she was done she
disposed of it, flushed, and I told her to take a shower, making sure she
was clean again.  She did so, and I dried her off.

   When she was dry, I held her close and kissed her tenderly, and said to
her, "When you get up out of bed, every day, I want you to take care of
yourself like that.  It's a ritual that tells me that you take care of
yourself, by yourself, for yourself...and for me.  Promise me that you will
do it faithfully, slave."

   Tears formed in her beautiful crystal blue eyes as she looked up at me
and said, "Yes, Master.  I promise to take care of my health.  And thank
you for taking care of me at the motel yesterday, and for bringing in the
doctor to make sure I was okay.  I promise to try my best at serving your
needs."

   I was overwhelmed by her desire to continue being my sex slave.  She had
never even thought about usyng her release phrase, and she still wanted to
please me.  All I said was, "Good, my little slave in training, now suck me
like only you can." I brought her into the bedroom, dropped my pants and
underwear, and sat down on the edge of the bed.  She knelt before me and
put her hands behind her back, and sucked me off until I spurted my
contents deep into her throat.

   After she cleaned my cock and balls with her tongue, she knelt back onto
her heels as I rested from her ministrations.  Feeling better about her and
myself, I sat back up and said, "Go brush your teeth and clean up the mess
in the bathroom, you little wench.  The rest of the day we'll just hang
around the house until you get well.  Now hurry before I change my mind and
put you to work mowing the lawn naked!"

   She giggled and ran off to do her chores, remembering to put her shoes
back on for me.  We spent all that day and the next playing around and
examining all the new toys she had.  We tried and fitted most of them,
including one that got us so excited we had to try it.  It was a ring gag.

   Most of you know what that is, but for those who don't, it's a larger
ring that forces the mouth of the wearer open wide, allowing for the
penetration of a hard cock.  I took some leather wrist cuffs and pulled her
hands back behind her so that just a single device could shackle her wrists
together.  This forced her breasts outwards making them open and available.

   Then I told her to open wide and we actually had to force the ring in
and behind her teeth.  I told her to try as hard as she could to spit it
out, and no matter what she tried, she couldn't do it.  I left her that way
as I stood up and dropped my pants.  She knew what was about to happen and
she watched as I pulled on my cock to help get it harder, and as soon as I
was ready, I grabbed the back of her head and started to fuck her mouth
again.

   Unable to control the depth of penetration as she could with her mouth
closed around me, she gagged on my length, but for those of you in the
know, a wench gagging on your cock can be extremely erotic.  I gagged her
and fucked her mouth and throat with no way for her to prevent my
insertions.  The only thing she could do is drool all over herself and
accept my fucking.

   I came in her mouth.  Simple.  Easy.  Useful.  I pulled out so that the
tip of my cock was on top of her tongue and I shot my sperm into her mouth.
I had tipped her head backwards and watched her throat open and accept my
jism as she swallowed it nicely.  With a ring gag in your mouth, that's
about all you can do.  Swallow or choke.  She chose to swallow it.  I liked
watching my sperm go down her throat.

   I kept her like that for the next hour or so.  She kept trying catch her
drool by tilting her head back, but there was no way.  So, she stood around
drooling all over herself as I fitted contraption after contraption onto
her.  There was one set of items that just tickled my fancy.

   Nipple bells.  They were real bells.  They weren't those round jingle
bells, but real, tiny silver bells with a latch that allowed them to be
hooked to her nipples without hurting her.  They were just snug enough for
them not to come loose.  There was the clamp device and a quarter-yoch tiny
silver chain that had the bells hanging from them.  When she walked, they
tinkled as her breasts moved.  When I had her on her hands and knees,
fucking her doggy style, they uinkled even nicer.  Unless we had other uses
for her tits, she wore them for me, all the time, from the first day.  They
are adorable.  She has gotten so used to them, she feels naked without
them.

   That day ended with a new problem.  Debi's monthly friend came along. 
Now normally, I wouldn't mention it in a story about sex, but how does one
deal with such a thing in this instance?  The solution came just as fast as
the problem.  Debi went inuo the bathroom, cleaned herself off, and
inserted a tampon.  She came out and I could see the string hanging between
her legs.  She smiled, curtsied gaily, and we just went on as normal.

   Luckily for us, Debi's lasted 3 days and only 3 days, always and like
clockwork.  She took care of the problem before there was even a problem.
We discussed it and decided her way was best.  We did talk about other ways
to handle it, and decided to try them at some other time.  They included
anything from panties over the tampon, or just a simple cloth diaper I
would have to change.  Yes, before you ask, I have done that with her
since. How could I not?  I remember specifically, we once had a "Bqby Week"
during her cycle.  I had her in diapers and the whole kit and caboodle for
a week.  It was fun!

   But I digress.  A whole week went by and finally Debi was back to her
old self.  I had held myself back during the week by using only her mouth
and her ass on occasion, but she repeatedly told me she was okay to go, or
cum as the case may be, and that I was welcome to use her any time I
wished. I gave her a week to heal and relax.  Then I fucked her blind. 
Literally.

   Then I fucked her blind.  Literally, I got her dressed and we went out
for a couple of road trips to get some sun and fresh air.  We went to the
beach, and I tell you she is gorgeous in her skimpy string/thong bikini. 
Even after having her naked pretty much since I met her, some clothing does
become her.  Not much, but some.  That bikini was one of the items I loved
for her to wear.

   Done there, we did a side trip back to the mall, and luckily found Wanda
working that day.  I told Debi to go in and buy some sexy black sheer
nylons while I went over to chat with Wanda.  While Debi was busy, I asked
Wanda what they had done in the fitting room.  She said, "My goodness!  You
haven't asked her yet?" I laughed it off and told her about what had been
happening over the past week or so.

   She wanted to get together with Debi again, so we made a date,
unbeknownst to Debi, for tonight.  I had just finished and Debi arrived
with the item.  I paid for it, and Wanda winked to Debi, whereupon Debi's
eyes dropped to her feet and a small smile came across her lips.  I looked
at Wanda, smiled, shook my head, and took Debi home.  Before we went in, I
took a blindfold out of my pocket and put it around Debi's eyes.

   Blinded, I wouldn't allow her even a peek.  She tried to peek once, but
she was tossed over my knees and received a bare ass warming for her
efforts.  Through the spanking, she promised she wouldn't peek again, but a
few extra slaps of her tender cheeks made the deal stick.  She was a bad
girl, loved her ass spanked, and we both knew it!

   So, I fucked her blind.  Then, after a slow love making session had
quieted down, I asked her if she trusted me.  She said she did.  Using some
of the ropes I bought, I tied her arms and legs to the four corners of her
bed, and made slow passionate love to her pussy, once again.  Then...I set
the trap.  I told her that later on I would blindfold her again, tie her to
the bed, and have my way with her tight ass hole.  She made some silly
comment like "Promises, promises!"

   I suppose what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, so we spent the rest
of the day frolicking naked around the house, not doing much except
loungiog about, inspecting each others bodies with open stares, in between
grabbing a bit to eat.

   Together, we fixed and ate a light dinner.  I had been watching the
clock for the past couple hours, and when I thought the timing was right,
asked her if she would go in, take a nice hot shower, and get dressed up
for me in her new stockings and shoes.  Of course, she agreed, and sped
into the bathroom to get all squeaky clean for me.

   Wanda's timing was perfect.  She drove up to the house as Debi was
taking a shower.  While she was showering, I let Wanda into the house, and
was bluntly honest with her, explaining in a low whisper what I thought
would be the perfect evening.  My honesty was rewarded as, she was very
agreeable, and added a few delicious twists to the plot herself.

   As we were finishing the details, we heard the shower being turned off.
She motioned me to go to the bedroom to deflect Debi while she got herself
'prettied up.'

   I walked into the bedroom, closed the door going into the hallway
towards the rest of the house, and met Debi coming out of the shower.  I
grabbed her in my arms, kissed her lips forcefully, and asked her if she
was ready for my surprise.  Her eyes lit up and twinkled brightly.  She
stated, haughtily, "I can handle anything you've got up your sleeve,
Master."

   "Oh, really!  My sleeve isn't what you should be concerned about!" I
said, smiling widely.  I felt of her and found that she had shaved herself
all over.  She was deliciously smooth.

   I walked her over to the bed, helped her to finish drying off, and
dressed her in her black stockings and white shoes.  Once she was
'dressed', I walked over to her dresser and picked out a nice perfume.  I
dabbed a hint of some on her most 'private' spots.  I dotted a small amount
between her breasts, a small dab at the base of her spine, one small spot
behind each of her knees, a light swipe across her flat belly, and finished
up with a dash to the upper portion of her inner thighs.

   Once she was ready, she did her hair up in a pony tail and I pulled out
the blindfold and the ropes I was going to use on her.  She saw them and
smiled, expecting some exciting action.  Poor Debi.  She just didn't
understand.  She was clueless and I loved it.  I attached the blindfold and
triple-checked it to make sure she couldn't see a thing.  I laid her gently
onto the bed, on her back, and stuffed a small pillow under her lower back
and buttocks to raise up her pretty pussy, making it available for the
ministrations it was about to receive.  She just kept giggling...the poor
creature.

   I spread her legs and arms, and secured her firmly to all four corner
posts.  The result was a perfectly displayed and spread-eagled body of art.
I told her not to utter a single word until she was told to speak.  She
nodded her head in understanding.  I told her that she was not to hold back
on any of my manipulations of her body.  She was to show me just how much
of a woman she could be.

   She was told to do anything it takes to have an orgasm.  She was to
always use the phrases she had learned, and I told her to see if she could
beat her previous record of orgasms, and that no matter what happens, I
wanted to see her cum and cum and cum.  I also told her that I wouldn't
stop until I thought she had cum enough for the evening.  She nodded her
head in eager anticipation.

   Then I walked over to the stereo, turned on some good slow `fuck' music,
and turned it up loud enough so she couldn't hear any movement in the room.
I dimmed the lights until they were only a low yellow tint, and the dimness
set off every sensual curve and crevice of Debi's tight frame.  It was
perfect.  The scene was delicious!  The ambiance was for Wanda and I, not
for Debi.

   I quietly opened the bedroom door and walked back into the living room
where Wanda was getting ready.  When I arrived, I stood in the hallway in a
state of shock.  There was Wanda, standing in the center of the living
room, just as naked as Debi was in the bedroom.  She was gorgeous!  5' 6",
about 125 pounds, long wavy (not curly) brown hair, and the rest of her
assets were as firm and correct as those already mentioned.

   She smiled at me and said quietly "Oh Pooh.  That's not fair.  You're
still dressed!"

   Trying to be as cool as I could be, I walked up to her and asked her if
she wouldn't mind helping me get undressed.  She smiled and just started
undoing buttons and zippers.  It was greqt!  She quickly, and expertly,
removed all of my clothes.

   The moment I was naked, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed
me deliciously.  As she stood there pressing her crotch into mine, she
asked me where her prize was.  I chuckled and told her that part of it was
between my legs.  Then I told her not to utter a sound when we went into
the bedroom where Debi was, and asked her if she was game for whatever came
up.  She smiled, reached between us, grabbed my already throbbing cock in
her hand, and led me by my hardness down the hallway towards the bedroom.
Men usually need a big hint, but I figured that meant she was ready.

   Putting a finger to my lips, I reminded Wanda to be silent, and allowed
her to lead me by the cock into the bedroom.  She loved what she saw.  She
let go of my rock hard member, and put her hands up to her mouth as if to
stifle a squeak.  Then kissed me again.

   She whispered into my ear.  "All this for me?"

   I whispered back, "For both of us, dear.  It's for both of us.  And Debi
hasn't a clue that you're here."

   I motioned Wanda over to Debi's dresser and managed to find an elastic
band.  I turned Wanda around and started to pull her hair back into a
ponytail.  She took over, found some bobby pins, and wrapped her hair up
into a tight bun at the back of her head.  We wanted to make sure Debi
didn't feel Wanda's hair, so that Debi wouldn't know who was touching her.
She succeeded in getting the whole lot pulled tight into a bun.

   I whispered into Wanda's ear.  "Please be patient.  I need to ask Debi
about what happened at the store.  We'll both know if she's telling the
truth, OK?" Wanda nodded in agreement and knelt on the floor next to the
bed to watch and listen to the show.  I walked over to the bed and climbed
up to lay alongside Debi.  She didn't know what was going on, and of course
didn't know that Wanda was admiring her nude body.

   I said, "OK, now for your surprise.  It's time to play Truth or
Punishment.  I'm going to ask you some specific questions concerning your
personal life, and you must answer them truthfully.  But, be very, very
careful for you would be surprised to find out exactly how much I already
know about you.  I've been talking things over with my sister, and it
appears that she has spent quite a bit of time with you, and you have
discussed all those 'girl things' between each other.

   "I've also spoken with some other folks who know you, so if you lie to
me, I most assuredly will know.  And if you tell me the truth, I'll know
that too.  If you lie to me, even a little, you will have to endure some
very painful slaps on your pretty pink ass.  If you think you will enjoy
it, think again.  This will be punishment this time, not a pleasure
spanking.  Each lie adds more slaps.  So, think carefully about your
answers before you reply, for the numbers add up quickly.

   "On the other hand, telling me the truth will bring your choice of
pleasures.  You can choose whatever sort of pleasure you wish.  Anything
your heart desires will be given to you, if I am able.  You get to choose
what sort of pleasure, gift, or other thing you want.  Do you understand
all that I have said?"

   "Yes, Master." she said.  I looked to Wanda and saw that she had the
most devilish grin on her face.

   ....Lots more to follow...Stay tuned...

   <Z> 

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