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Slave-Scenerio2-Mf
We moved to town when my dad got reassigned here for his job.
While we waited on construction to finish on our new house we
lived in a furnished two bedroom apartment. My parents stayed in
one room and I got the other. While making the bed the first
time I felt something under the mattress. I lifted the top
mattress and found a stash of pornography. There were a couple
of magazines and three paper back books. I felt a nasty little
surge course through my body as I saw the covers. I quickly
dropped the mattress back in place to hide them. With my parents
in the next room I knew it wasn't safe to look at them yet. I
would have to wait until tonight to look through them. I
finished making the bed and unpacking some boxes. I spent the
rest of the afternoon in a high state of arousal. My mother even
asked me once why I was so flushed. I made up something about
being hot from all of the unpacking. I had to go the bathroom
twice and finger myself just to stay under control.
That night when we all went to bed I pulled the magazines from
under the mattress. The magazines were full of hardcore layouts
of women having sex with men and other women. I have my own
computer so none of it was anything I hadn't seen before. I
would occasionally masturbate late at night visiting porn sites.
But, because we were moving I hadn't had access to my system for
a couple of weeks and had to rely mostly on my fantasies. I
guess that's why the pictures seemed so hot. I flipped through
the magazines finding the hottest spread from each and laid them
out around me on the bed. I started to finger myself while
pinching and squeezing my nipples. I spent hours looking at the
pictures and reading the sexy stories. It was well past 2AM and
several orgasms later before I pushed the magazines back under
the mattress.
In the morning my Mom poked her head into my room before she
left for work; my dad was already long gone. I'm usually awake
before she leaves for work so she must have thought it was a
little unusual. She came to the bed side and put her hand on my
forehead and asked if I was coming down with something. I told
her I was OK, just a little tired. "Well, go back to sleep if
you feel tired and fix yourself something to eat when you get
up," she said. "Unpack some of the some more of the kitchen
boxes when you get up," she said before leaning down and kissing
my forehead.
When I heard the front door close I immediately reached under
the bed for my new found porn collection. This time I
concentrated on the paperback books. The covers of all three of
them had drawings of young women in bondage and varying stages of
distress. I picked the first one and started reading. It was
very nasty and told the story of a teenaged girl about my age.
She got caught having sex with her boyfriend on school grounds by
the janitor. The janitor then blackmailed her into doing all
kinds of nasty things to keep from being turned in to the
principal. As the story went on she was forced to be his sex
slave enduring bondage and all kinds of torture at his hands. As
I read the story I ground my clit into my pubic mound with my
fingers. After a while I couldn't take it anymore and peeled my
soaking panties down my legs and jammed my fingers into my pussy.
I don't think I have ever been that turned on before. Something
about the bondage and torture was making me really horny. When
the evil janitor tied her up and shaved her pussy I had an
intense orgasm just thinking about the wickedness of it. As I
read the story I pinched and pulled on my nipples harder and
harder as the heroine was subjected to nipple torture. A thought
struck me and I got up and went to the bathroom to where the
laundry stuff was. I dug a handful of clothes pins out and
returned to my room. As I read of the distress of the innocent
victim at the hands of the janitor I put myself in her role. I
spread one of the clothes pins open and moved it to my sensitive
nipple. I let the pin snap onto my nipple and let out a high
squeal. I was totally unprepared for how much it hurt. I should
definitely have tried it on something else before I snapped it on
my nipple. I scrambled to get it off my nipple and was even more
surprised to find pulling it off hurt more than putting it on.
After rubbing my poor nipple for a few seconds I realized that
despite the pain I was really turned on. I took the clothes pin
and lowered it on my other nipple, only more controlled this
time. As I released the tension of the pin it felt like the pain
coursed straight from my nipple to my clit turning into an aching
pleasure somewhere between. I tentatively laid the clip onto my
tit and removed my hand. I was completely fascinated by the
vision of the clothes pin clamped to my nipple. It was by far
the nastiest sensation I have ever experienced. I started
grinding my clit as I lifted the clip up and pulled on it gently.
The pain was incredible but contributed to an intense sexual
arousal that was building in me. I felt something building and
building in me that I have never experienced before. As I got
closer and closer to orgasm I pulled on the clip harder and
harder. When I finally came it was incredible. My hips thrust
up into the air and I felt like my body was exploding before I
passed out for a second. I don't think I was out very long, but
when I came to I really felt like I had crossed a line that I
could never go back across. The clothes pin was still on my
nipple. When I released the clip I gasped as the pain jolted
into my nipple as circulation returned. Then I surprised myself
by putting the clip right back on along with one for the other
nipple. I returned to the paperback slowly fingering myself as I
read. The pain in my nipples grew hotter and hotter until I
brought myself off again. This time I didn't pass out but my
head was definitely reeling. It was incredible how fast I was
cumming with the pain added in. Maybe my body knew the clamps
would come off after I came so it subconsciously sped up my
orgasms.
The book's young girl continued her adventures with the janitor
eventually being forced to suck him repeatedly and fuck him and
his friends. I finished the book being careful to mark the best
parts - those scenes where she was forced to do the most
humiliating and degrading things and where her torture was the
most severe. I looked at the clock and it was already 1PM. It
was incredible how fast time flew by. I got up and made myself a
sandwich, took a shower then started unpacking some boxes before
my folks got home. I had to show something for my day at home.
As I unpacked I kept obsessing about the paperback I had spent
the morning reading. I couldn't wait to get back to the others.
That night I pulled the second paperback from under the mattress
and started reading. This was the story of a beautiful young
bank teller who was caught embezzling to help support her ailing
mother. The manager of the bank called her into his office and
confronted her with video tapes. She was at the mercy of the
evil bank manager! "Where do they come up with these plots?" I
wondered to myself. If anything, this book was even nastier than
the last. It had everything the first one had plus the manager
made the young teller suck his penis clean after he had raped her
ass and even pissed on her. Also, the manager's wife helped in
her degradation forcing her to lick her pussy and asshole. The
nastier it got the more turned on I became. I pulled one of the
magazines from under the mattress and opened it to the hottest
lesbian scene as I read on the teller's degradation at the hands
of the bank manager's wife. I snapped the clothes pins onto my
nipples and started masturbating myself. When the book described
a scene in which the wife dildo fucked the poor teller's asshole
I pressed my finger against my own asshole. It was the first
time I had ever done that before. I wasn't lubed or anything so
I wasn't getting any penetration. I put my finger up to my mouth
to wet it before I even realized what I was doing. The musky
scent hit me just as the finger entered my mouth. I pulled my
finger out immediately a little disgusted. I looked at my finger
closely and sniffed at it. I could smell the musty scent, but
impulsively stuck the finger back into my mouth, sucking on it
and swirling my tongue around it. I let out a little moan at my
new found nastiness. I pulled my finger out of my mouth and
firmly pushed it against my asshole. This time it slowly eased
into my clinched asshole. It hurt a little but no more than the
clothes pins still clamped onto my nipples. I worked the finger
of my left hand in and out of my asshole as my right hand worked
my pussy. As I thrust my hips off the bed the clothes pins
shifted on my breasts caused pain to shot through my nipples
adding to my ecstasy. I could tell I was approaching another
intense orgasm and came hard just as I read about the manager's
wife pissing into the poor teller's mouth.
I must have passed out again because I woke to the sound of my
dad getting ready for work. The magazine and book were still
spread on the bed. One of the clothes pins had came off my
nipple in the night but the other was still firmly clamped to my
left nipple. I bit my lip as I gingerly pulled the clamp from my
nipple. The pain was excruciating. The nipple was purplish and
pressed flat. I tenderly massaged the nipple back into shape
before telling myself I had to find a way to duplicate the
painful sensation. I was definitely turning into a perv I said
to myself. When I heard the door close I got up to go to the
bathroom. My dad had pissed without lifting the lid as usual and
as usual he had missed some. It completely infuriated my mom
when he did that. I rolled some tissue to clean up after him
when my memory of the piss play in last night's story struck me.
Impulsively, I reached down and put my finger in one of the drops
of piss. I rubbed two fingers together checking the texture of
the urine before raising the fingers to my mouth and having a
taste. There wasn't really enough to taste but the act of
licking the piss off my finger was intensely thrilling. I
kneeled down on the floor in front of the toilet and licked the
remaining drops of piss off the seat as a throaty moan left my
lips. This time I could taste a little bit of the acrid flavor
of the piss. I knew then that I would taste it again. Man, I
was a pervert. I dropped my panties and sat on the toilet and
started to piss. As the urine flowed I reached my finger into
the stream and brought my finger up to my lips to suck on. Then
I reached my whole hand under the stream. I cupped my hand and
filled my hand with my piss. I brought it up to my lips and
tentatively stuck my tongue into the fluid before slurping the
urine then licked my fingers clean. I gleefully repeated to
myself that I was really becoming a pervert. It was incredible
how I had changed in the two days since discovering the
pornography. I ran back to my room and dove under the covers
until I heard my mom moving around. I got up and had breakfast
with her before she left for work.
After she left I unpacked the rest of the boxes in the kitchen
but my mind was on sex the whole time. It seemed like the handle
of every kitchen utensil was a phallic item. By the time I was
done unpacking I selected a ladle with a nice fat handle and a
rolling pin for use in my next sex game. I went to my room with
the ladle, rolling pin, and some hand lotion. I tied two clothes
pins together with a length of string. I kneeled on the floor
near the foot of the bed and lubed my asshole and the handle of
the ladle and slowly eased it into my asshole. It was painful at
first but it eased easily deep into my ass after I got past the
thick part of the handle. Next I greased one end of the rolling
pin and eased the handle into my pussy. Then I clamped the
clothes pins onto my nipples and hung the string over one of the
posts at the foot of the bed. I started to bear down on the
rolling pin in my pussy as I pulled against the bed post. I
string pulled taut and then started stretching my nipples. As I
bore down on the rolling pin more and more of it disappeared into
my stretched pussy. Between the handle in my ass and the rolling
pin in my pussy I was stuffed full. I leaned back harder and
harder against the clothes pins. The aching of my nipples was
incredible. My nipples were getting more and more stretched.
Finally I thrust myself back against and one of the clothes pins
snapped off. I know it seems strange but I felt a strange kind
of pride that I was able take the pain. I put the clothes pin
back on my nipple and started over again. I was fascinated by
the appearance of my nipples being stretched and elongated. I
really started concentrating on getting the rolling pin into my
pussy. I tried and tried but could not get past the handle to
the main part of the rolling pin. I would have to practice a
little to get the fat part of the rolling pin into me. After
fucking myself through a couple of mind numbing orgasms I started
to clean up before my parents got home.
That night I started reading the last of the paperbacks. This
one was about a rich woman whose car breaks down on a country
road. She is kidnapped and gang raped by a motor cycle gang.
Nothing in the book was anything different from the other two but
there were so many more bikers and their girlfriends to abuse the
woman. After to days of torturing my nipples they were really
tender and it didn't take much anymore to get the painful
sensations going. I masturbated well into the night again.
I was awoken to my mom knocking on my bedroom door the next
morning. "Honey, wake up. I need you to do some laundry today.
If you hurry I can drop you at the laundry mat on my way to
work," she said. We had breakfast together and packed the
laundry baskets into the car. She drove me the two blocks to the
nearest laundry mat and dropped me off. If wouldn't be too bad
walking back to the apartment if I made a couple of trips. It
was still pretty early so there weren't that many people there.
I loaded up the washers and started reading Jehovah's Witness
pamphlets that always seem to be in these laundry mats. After a
few minutes a cab pulled up out front and the driver got out,
pulled a couple of laundry bags out of the back seat and came
inside. He was kind of a big guy with a beer gut, longish hair,
and he looked like he hadn't shaved in about a week. He was
wearing cut off gym pants and a dirty tank top. He came in
started a few washing machines then he went back out to his cab
where it looked like he was reading something. As I did my
laundry and transferred everything to the dryer I noticed he
would come in every few minutes to check on things then go back
out to his cab again. When he came in to transfer his stuff to
the dryers I went out to get some air. When I walked by his car
I noticed the book sitting in the front seat of the cab and it
was the evil banker and the poor teller porno paperback that I
had! I couldn't believe it. My heart jumped into my throat. I
don't know why but I became flushed and a little embarrassed like
I had been caught doing something. I went back in and watched
the guy more closely. He went out to his car and started reading
again as my stuff started coming out of the dryer. As I folded
my clothes I kept watching for him to come back in. When he came
in my eyes were drawn to the bulge in his gym pants. He was
definitely enjoying the book as much as I had. I was really
staring at his penis before I noticed he was walking straight
toward me. When I finally realized he was coming my way and
looked up at his face he had already caught me staring. I was so
embarrassed I averted my eyes and blushed. He walked up with a
lewd smile and asked me if I was done with the laundry basket. I
have never been so embarrassed and humiliated in my life, but
still a little turned on too. I mumbled that he could have the
basket and started to pull the last of my laundry out of the
basket. I don't now where it came from but I mumbled, "That
looks like a good book you're reading." "Huh", he answered.
"That looks like a hot book you're reading," and even managed to
look him in the eyes before blushing and looking back down again.
"Oh, do you like those kinds of books?" he asked. I said
"Um-hmm, but I'm a little under aged and don't know where I can
get any around here." "Well look," he said, "you can have this
one when I'm done with it." "Thanks," I said. "Come by anytime
and pick it up. I live on the corner of Maple and 17th and I'm
home whenever the cab is out front." With that he rolled the
cart away and started unloading the dryer. I finished doing my
folding and started out the door with my first basket and walked
home. By the time I got back for the second basket he was
already gone.
The rest of the day and that night I masturbated like crazy. I
couldn't believe I had said those things to the guy. He was way
older than me - maybe not as old as my parents but, way older
than me. I imagined all kinds of scenes between us. I put him
in the role of the janitor and me in the role of the school girl
and all kinds of other nasty scenes. The next morning about 10AM
I told my parents I was going out exploring the neighborhood and
that I would be back later. "Be careful," my mom shouted as I
walked out the door. 17th street was only three blocks away but
I didn't know where Maple was. I got to Seventeenth, picked a
direction and started walking. After about a half hour I gave up
and turned the other way. When I passed where I started, I
walked about three blocks before I noticed that the streets were
named after trees. This got me a little more excited and picked
up my pace. Within a few minutes I could see the old cab sitting
on the corner a few blocks down the road. My heart was thumping
with excitement my now and I was getting really turned on. By
the time I got to the old wood frame house my pussy was sopping
wet and my nipples were sticking out so far I was embarrassed. I
couldn't believe I was so turned on.
I went to the door and knocked and waited. After a minute there
was no answer so I knocked again, louder this time. This time I
could hear some movement and muttering inside. When the door
swung open the guy from the laundry mat was standing in his
shorts and nothing else. He looking at me and flashed a lewd
grin, "Laundry girl. Come on in." He pushed the door closed
behind me and told me to have a seat on the couch. The place
wasn't as messy as I thought it would be but there was some old
Taco Bell trash on the coffee table probably from the night
before. He sat down next to me and grabbed the day old soda from
the coffee table and started drinking what I was sure was day old
soda diluted by the melted ice. "So, how have you been," he said
as he started digging through the ash tray. "Okay," I said.
"Yeah," he said as he pulled a large roach out of the ash tray
and started to light it up. After taking a hit he passed it to
me. I had smoked pot a couple of times with friends before I
moved to town but didn't do it very often. I took a deep hit and
started coughing. He said, "Let me get my books for you to check
out," and walked into the next room. He came back in and dropped
a box with two or three dozen nasty books in them. I started
digging through the books while talking and sharing the joint
with him. "Do you want to watch a movie," he asked as he reached
for the remote. A hard core movie started playing. A girl was
sucking one guy off as another fucked her from behind. I tried
to seem casual but had a hard time watching the movie and
flipping through his collection too. And to make matters worse I
could see his cock start to get hard in his shorts. From the
angle I was at I could see the head slowly start to peek out of
the pant leg of his shorts. I had a hard time keeping my eyes
off it, especially since I was getting pretty stoned. I must
have spaced out because the next thing I know he nudged me on the
shoulder with his hand and asked if I was OK. I looked up at him
and he was smirking. I was embarrassed again. "Do you like what
you see," he said laughing. I was so embarrassed and blushed.
"You can touch it if you want", he teased. "Come on honey," he
said, pulling the leg of his shorts up so that his cock stuck
out. I tried but I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It seemed
so much larger than I expected. He moved closer to me on the
couch as I kept staring at his cock. He slowly started stroking
his cock and a small drop of fluid came out of the end of it. He
scooped up the drop of fluid with his finger and raised it to my
lips. I couldn't believe it but I opened my mouth and took his
finger into my mouth as a thick moan left my lips. My head was
reeling as I reached out to touch his cock. It was so hard and
soft at the same time. I stared at his cock in fascination as I
started to stroke it. He slid closer to me then pressed his lips
roughly to mine and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I had
kissed a few guys before but this was nothing like that. They
were tentative high school boys. His unshaven face was rough
against my face and his kiss was almost violent. He broke the
kiss and pulled away but left his hand at the back of my neck.
He started to push my head down toward his penis. When his cock
first made contact with my lips I thought I was going to cum
right there. I didn't open my mouth though. I started rubbing
his cock on my face just smearing his cock all over. I felt so
nasty. Little moans and whimpering sounds were escaping my lips.
I eased myself onto my knees between his legs as I continued to
smear his cock against my face. When I got between his legs I
started licking and kissing the length of his cock. I had never
done anything like this with a boy before but it felt so right.
I was finally getting to do the slutty things I read about. When
I finally put the head of his cock in my mouth he moaned and said
"Yeah, suck that cock," and reached down and started to roughly
grope my breasts and pinch my nipples. I worked more of his cock
into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. I was
surprised at how much was left. How did those girls get a whole
penis in their mouth? I tried to force more into my mouth but my
gag reflex kicked in and I pulled off his cock. I rubbed it on
my face as I panted for air. I tried again. Again I gagged but
managed to get a little more in. I pulled up again panting for
air again rubbing his cock on my face. By now there were tears
on my face from the gagging and I was rubbing his cock in the
sweat and tears that were on my face and my face was getting
sticky. It felt so nasty. This time he put his hand on the back
of my head and forced it down onto his cock. I struggled against
him but his cock forced past some barrier and I had it all the
way down my throat with my nose in his pubic hair. "Yeah girl,
throat that cock," he said. I felt an incredible sense of
accomplishment at being able to take his whole cock into my
mouth. I started bobbing up and down on his cock still gagging
sometimes when it hit the back of my throat. I must have been a
real mess. "Don't just hold it in your mouth," he said, "suck on
it." I didn't understand what he was trying to say. He pinched
my nipple really hard and said "I said apply some suction to that
Mother Fucker, slut." His forcefulness and cruelty scared me and
excited me at the same and I finally understood what he meant. I
frantically started really sucking at his cock head and he eased
pressure on my nipple a little. "Yeah, that's a good
cocksucker," he said. "You like sucking that cock don't you
slut." I pulled off his cock and looked him in the eyes as I
stroked his cock and said "I love your cock, Sir." I hadn't
planned on saying Sir. It just slipped out. I went back to
sucking his cock while he offered more instructions and continued
to call me degrading names. "Yeah, you're my little cock sucking
slut aren't you?" he asked. I moaned my "Yes, Sir" into his cock
as I bobbed my head in his lap. "Swirl your tongue on my cock
head, whore." I was in ecstasy and every degrading comment
seemed to make me hotter. After a few more minutes he seemed to
get even harder and the pre-cum started to flow. Finally he
grabbed my hair and thrust his cock up into my face and started
cumming. I coughed and sputtered as I tried in vain to swallow
all of his load. It was way more than I expected and some of it
escaped out of the corner of my mouth and dripped down my chin.
I couldn't believe I had eaten my first load of cum. I continued
to slurp on his cock enjoying the bleachy taste of the cum in my
mouth. He twitched violently as I swirled my tongue across the
head of his cock and pushed me away. "Yeah girl, that was good,"
he said stroking my hair.
After a few seconds he got up, stepping out of the shorts that
had pooled around his ankles and said "Man, I've got to piss".
He started walking toward the bathroom. I impulsively got up and
followed him into the bathroom. "Could you tie me up and pee on
me, please," I blurted out. "Damn, you are a kinky little slut
aren't you?" he said. I blushed and looked down and said "Yes,
Sir, please". Again with the Sir, I said to myself. "Strip.
I'll be right back," he said. I was down to my bra and panties
when he came back with a bunch of rope. I could see his cock was
starting to get semi-erect again. I finished pulling my bra off
as he watched. "Hold out your hands," he said. I held my hands
out for him and he quickly used the rough rope to secure bind
them. "Get in the tub," he said. I stepped into the tub and
knelt down. My face was about even with his cock as he pointed
it at me. I sat for a couple of seconds looking at his cock
expectantly before he let out a grunt and released a stream of
urine onto my face. The feeling was indescribable. The
nastiness, degradation and humiliation of having him piss on me
was an incredible sensation. I let out a desperate moan as I
opened my mouth to catch the stream of piss as it flowed from his
cock and frantically swallowed as much of the flow as I could. I
didn't know whether to try to drink every drop or feel it hit my
face and hair and stream down my body. The flow finally started
to taper off. I scooted forward to catch every drop that I could
on my body. He put his now hard cock to my mouth and I took him
in as he released a few last squirts. I whimpered in
disappointment as he pulled out of my mouth. "Damn, you're a
kinky little slut, aren't you?" he said. I blushed and looked
down and mumbled "Yes, Sir." "Get out of there," he said. I
stepped out onto the floor. "Lift your arms up," he ordered. I
raised my bound hands and clutched at the shower curtain rod as
he started rubbing my pussy through my panties which I never did
get off. They were now totally soaked with my own juices and his
piss which had streamed down my body. I ground my pussy into his
hand as he worked his fingers into me. It didn't take long
before I had the most mind blowing orgasm I have ever had. My
knees gave out and I let go of the shower rod as I sank to the
floor unconscious. When I woke my panties were off and he was
slapping his cock on my face. "Ah, my little piss whore is
back," he said as my eyes fluttered open. He rubbed his cock on
my face as I let out a moan. "Turn around," he commanded. As I
got on all fours he stepped behind me and pressed his cock to my
dripping pussy. I moaned as he thrust he cock into me in one
rough thrust. My first ever fucking had started. He gripped my
hips and started to stroke in and out of my cunt. From the
beginning I was moaning loudly. I couldn't believe how good it
felt. This was way better than the toys I had used on myself.
After a few minutes I screamed as I came again. My bound arms
which were holding my upper body gave way. Know only my ass was
thrust up for him to use. As he continued to thrust into me I
let out a groan of ecstasy as I felt him push a finger against my
asshole. He painfully worked his finger into my asshole then
pulled it out. I heard him spit and felt the spit hit the star
of my asshole. He went back to working my asshole as he fucked
my cunt. After easing one finger into me he pulled out and
started working two fingers into me together. The burning pain
only served to get me hotter. I became conscious of whimpering
sounds that were leaving my mouth that I wasn't even aware I was
making. As he got the two fingers into me as far as he could he
pulled out and spit on his hand and went for three fingers. That
was too much for me. As he twisted his fingers into me I had an
explosive orgasm. My vagina and asshole clutched at him as I
thrashed against him violently. I felt him speed his stokes then
tense as he came into my cunt, then slumped over me. I collapsed
onto the floor with his fingers still buried in my asshole.
Slowly he rose and eased his fingers out of my ass. I heard him
rise and wash his hands and step over me as I lay on the cool
bathroom floor panting from the exertion of our fucking. After a
few minutes I got up and went out to the living room. "Could you
untie me please?" I asked holding my bound hands out to him. He
worked the knots and removed the ropes. I went back into the
bathroom and cleaned up a bit before dressing. My panties were
still soaked with piss so I couldn't put them back on. I walked
back into the living room, put my panties in my bag, and got up
to leave. "Thanks," I said, "can I come back?" He rose to let
me out with a grin on his face and said "Sure girl, anytime the
cab is here, I'm home."
I walked home in the afternoon heat. I could distinctly smell
the odor of piss on me. I kind of felt guilty and all of my
inhibitions returned as I walked home. My parents were out when
I got home, thank God. I took and quick shower and sat around
thinking about how I could have let it happen. The feeling of
dread and guilt hung with me for a couple of days. By Wednesday
I was started to feel indifferent about it and by Thursday I was
actually starting to get turned on by the memories of what had
happened and Friday night I was masturbating as vigorously as
ever.
Saturday morning I got up and was intent on going back to his
house. I realized I never did even learn the name of the man who
fucked me for the first time. I told my folks I was going out
for a walk and headed for his house. As I approached his house
my enthusiasm was burst as I rounded the corner and saw two other
cars parked at his house. I was so frustrated! I walked past
his house and continued down the street for a while then turned
around hoping that the other cars were gone but they were still
there. In frustration I walked back to my house. I sat around
and moodily watched TV for most of the day. That night I
masturbated desperately to fantasies of the cab driver abusing
me. The next morning I walked back to his house. When I got
there I was ecstatic to find just his cab in the driveway. I
knocked on the door. He answered and greeted me with laundry mat
girl again. "Come on in," he said holding the door open for me.
"I came by yesterday, but someone was here," I said. "Oh, those
were just some friends. You could have come in if you wanted."
"No," I said, "it's alright." "Here let me give you my number.
You can call before you come over next time," he said as he rose
to get a pencil and paper. "Do you want to smoke a joint?" he
asked as he handed he the slip of paper. "Sure," I said as I sat
on the couch. He sat and reached under the couch and pulled out
a tray with several joints on it. He lit one and handed it to
me. I took a hit and handed it back and asked, "Can we watch
another movie?" He left to get a tape. He returned and put a
video in that was of an S&M dungeon scene. "I got this since the
last time you were over," he said grinning at me. A woman was
suspended in a wooden frame work with her nipples clamped with
mean looking alligator clips with weighted ends. Another woman
worked two dildoes into her one in here shaven pussy and one in
her ass. Both of the women were very beautiful and it made me
very hot watching them. As we finished the joint he rose and
said "I got something else for you too." He came back with a bag
which he emptied on the coffee table. It contained a collar, a
pair of hand cuffs, some ankle and wrist straps, nipple clamps, a
dildo, and rope. I picked up the dog collar and tentatively
fingered the studs as I looked down at the gear. I couldn't
believe that I was actually in the same room with bondage
equipment. My pussy was absolutely weeping at the thought of
using stuff. "Do you like it," he asked. "Yes, Sir", I answered
blushing. He took the collar from my hands and put it around my
neck. I could look him in the eyes as he fastened the clasp.
"Strip," he said as he moved everything off of the coffee table.
By the time I was done stripping he was tying a rope to each of
the legs of the coffee table. When he was done he walked to me
with the wrist straps which he fastened around my wrist. "Lie
down," he instructed. I lay on the coffee table. "Scoot this
way," we said pulling me so that my head was hanging down over
the edge of the coffee table. He tied my wrists to two of the
legs. He placed the straps around each ankle before pushing a
pillow under my ass and then tying my ankles tightly. The pillow
under my ass served to thrust my groin up and expose my cunt. I
felt so vulnerable lying there. I was forced to look back and up
because of the way my head hung over the edge. He left the room.
I could here him rummaging around the bathroom and running
water. After a few minutes he came back with a bowl of water, a
towel, scissors, and a razor. A whimper left my lips as I
realized what he was going to do. I was going to get my pussy
shaved. "What are you doing?" I asked as I strained my neck up
to watch as he moved between my legs. "I'm going to shave your
pussy, slut," he answered. "Oh, no," I whimpered, but I really
wanted it. I thought of how nasty I felt while I masturbated to
the janitor shaving the helpless schoolgirl. I strained to raise
my head to watch as he started to trim my pubes with the
scissors. He occasionally brushed some hair away as he worked
and I saw it fall to the sides. I dropped my head back from the
strain occasionally but rose back as soon as I could to watch him
again. He laid the scissors down then got a washcloth from the
bowl which he held over my pussy as the warm water flowed onto my
crotch. He lathered up his hand with some soap then started to
rub the suds onto the stubble that remained of my pubic hair. I
let my head fall back and whimpered in frustration as I felt him
scrapping away at my pubes with the razor then strained to left
my head and watch some more. How would I explain this to my
mother if she saw or other kids in gym when school started next
week? But my erect nipples and juicing pussy betrayed how horny
having my snatch shaved was making me. Finally he got the wash
cloth and wiped away and remaining soap. He checked his
handiwork and I strained my neck to see my freshly shaved pussy.
He got the razor and touched up a few areas before pouring lots
of baby oil on my freshly shaved pussy. The sensation was
incredible as he worked the oil into my pubic mound and pussy. I
strained to watch him when I had the strength to hold my head up
then dropped my head back, closed my eyes, and reveled in the
sensations of him massaging my pussy. He started working the
oiled fingers of one hand into my cunt while tweaking my clitoris
with the other. I started groaning and thrusting my pelvis as I
felt my orgasm approaching. I came hard, trying to thrust my
pussy onto his finger. God I was becoming such a slut. "Yeah,
did you like that," he said as I calmed down. "Mmm-hmmm," I
moaned in response. He stood up, wiping his hands. He stepped
around to my head and dropped his jeans as he approached me. Now
I knew why he wanted my head leaning over the end of the coffee
table I thought to myself as he moved his cock to my face. I
opened my mouth to take him in. He pushed his cock into my
throat in one thrust. The angle of my head must have made it
easier. "Yeah," he groaned as I choked and gagged on his cock.
He pulled out long enough for me to catch my breath before
thrusting in to the hilt again. Tears flowed from my eyes as I
gagged on his cock. I struggled against the bonds but it was
completely useless. The only thing I could move was my head and
I struggled to twist away from his cock. "Watch those teeth," he
said slapping the side of my tit hard. He pulled out again
allowing me to breathe briefly. Even though it was a struggle to
breath it was strangely relaxing when he pulled out of my throat
even though I knew he would be thrusting into my throat again.
He repeated that cycle several times - putting his cock into my
throat for several seconds before pulling out. I grew accustomed
to it and took for granted that he would pull out. Then he
jammed his cock into my throat then held it there. I don't know
how long it was before I started to panic but it seemed like
minutes. I started to struggle against the bonds and tried to
move my head as he continued to force himself into my mouth.
Finally when I was sure I would pass out he pulled out. I
sputtered and coughed trying to catch my breath. Tears streamed
down my face as I cried from the relief. "There, there," he said
stroking my face, "do you want to stop?" I surprised myself by
saying "No, Sir, please." "Okay, but you have to lick my asshole
before I let you suck my cock anymore, OK?" "Yes, Sir, please,"
I answered. He turned around and lowered his ass to my face. I
tentatively kissed the crack of his ass as I smelt the acrid
scent of his ass. "Go ahead, little asslicker," he taunted me,
"get that tongue up there." I stuck my tongue out and licked up
the crack of his ass away from his hole before working back down
the crack toward the star of his asshole. As I reached his
asshole a tingle of lust shot through my body. How depraved I
had become. I was actually licking someone's asshole. I even
had to strain hard to keep my head up as I repeatedly ran my
tongue over his puckered asshole. "Get your tongue in there," he
ordered. I stiffened my tongue and pushed it into his hole. I
thought it strange that I couldn't really taste anything as I
pushed my tongue into his ass. He started to stroke his cock as
I continued to work on his asshole slurping and kissing at his
hole. I was full of lust and completely depraved. After a few
minutes he pulled away, turned around and pushed his cock into my
mouth and came. He shuddered as I slurped lustily at his spent
cock then pulled he pulled out of my mouth and groaned "Damn,
girl." He sat back on the coach as I lay on the coffee table
still desperately horny grinding my pussy into the air.
"Please," I moaned turning my head to look at him. He started to
rummage in the bondage gear. I could see the nipple clamps in
his hands as he leaned toward me and let out a moan. He opened
the clamps and lowered them onto my nipples. I let out a whimper
and started to plead with him as he tightened the clamps. These
were much more painful than clothes pins. "Oh," I moaned shaking
my head from side to side. "Please, no". "Oh God." It was
almost unbearable but intensely exciting. He stood up and
slapped my on my bare pubic mound with a resounding crack. I
tried to escape his slaps but was completely helpless as he began
to spank my pussy. Oh, God, what had I gotten into I thought to
myself. With one hand he spanked my pussy and with the other he
reached over and started to pull on the chain holding the two
nipple clamps together. I strained to raise my head and watch.
My nipples were amazingly distended. Before my nipples got this
stretched with the clothes pins one of the pins would snap off
but the clamps wouldn't release because they were so much tighter
and the sharp teeth of the alligator clamps held them in place.
My pubic mound was bright read as he continued to spank my pussy
and inner thighs. Tears started to stream down my face as I
struggled in vain against the bonds. After what seemed like
forever he slowed the spanking and started to lightly pat the top
of my pussy right on the clit. The sensation was overwhelming.
I felt myself approaching the edge of a tremendous orgasm. As I
got closer I was panting and thrusting my pussy up to meet his
slapping motion. Then he reached down and pinched my clit while
pulling at the nipple chains simultaneously. It drove me over
the edge. I dropped my head back and screamed as I exploded. I
blanked out for a while. When I came to he was untying my
bindings. When he was done untying me he helped me sit up. "I
have to pee," I said. "Hold on," he answered. While he was away
I fingered my now shaven and freshly spanked pussy. It looked so
erotic seeing my pussy with no hair. He came back with a plastic
cup. "Pee in here," he said handing me the cup. It was
strangely embarrassing even after all we had been through to pee
in front of him. I moved to the edge of the table and strained
to force out my piss. "Relax," he told me. I was able to
release a little squirt which helped me to let the rest go. My
piss streamed into the cup half filling it before the stream
tapered off. When I was done he looked and the cup and said
"drink in and then you can go home." I raised the cup to my lips
and started drinking my own piss looking over the rim at him as
he watched me. "Next time you come over, call me first and I'll
arrange something special for you," he said with his evil leering
smile. I smiled back and said "Yes, Master" as I raised the cup
to my mouth again.
If you liked my story, comments are welcome at <a
href="mailto:r200306@hotmail.com">r200306@hotmail.com</a>.
I plan on writing 8 stories: 4 from the slave's perspective and 4
from the master's/mistress' perspectives in the following
scenarios:
Slave Scenario one: Male dom/male sub
Slave Scenario two: Male dom/female sub
Slave Scenario three: Female dom/female sub
Slave Scenario four: Female dom/male sub
Master Scenario five: Male dom/male sub
Master Scenario six: Male dom/female sub
Mistress Scenario seven: Female dom/female sub
Mistress Scenario eight: Female dom/male sub
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