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Avatar Part 7

      Ken was surprised, to say the least, by the sight that
confronted him.  After all, it wasn't every day that a beautiful,
nude woman was found kneeling in his living room asking to be
punished.  He had to admit that it held a certain attraction for
him.  His cock was all for it, that was for sure.  Not being
exactly sure what to say, he walked over and put his stuff on the
floor next to the couch.  He noted that the coffee table had a
flogger, a cat-o-nine tails, a crop and a thin cane on it.  None
of them where his.  In fact, he didn't even have a cane, since
they really caused a lot of pain and most subs avoided them like
the plague.

      Ken dropped into Master Mode and picked up the flogger,
giving it several swishes in the air.  It had a very nice balance
to it and was much better made than the one he owned.  Jane
didn't move at all, nor did she say anything.

      "What order of mine did you disobey?" he asked.  Ken, as
much as he loved BDSM, had never had the opportunity to live the
lifestyle. He'd had slaves, but they weren't working at the same
level that Jane was.  They were bedroom slaves, the kind that
would follow orders if it got them off.  They liked a light
flogging and nice tight some bondage.  Well, most of them were
like that.  His on-again, off-again lover/slave Jill got into
slightly more intense play and he'd played at a local club when
he could find a partner.

      "Sir, you ordered me not to cum, but I did anyway," replied
the woman, who still hadn't changed her position.  Ken picked up
the cat and swung that around.  Cuming only with permission was
one of the things that he wanted his slaves to strive for.  Of
course, depending on the situation, they couldn't stop
themselves.  He was surprised that Jane had failed at this.  He
remembered her iron will from when they played together in the
dream and he thought that it would take a hell of a lot of
stimulation to make her cum if she was trying not to.

      "I see," he said.  "Would you like to tell me what happened
before or after I punish you?"

      "After Sir,"  she paused.

      "Why?" he asked.

      "Sir, I expect that after I tell you what happened, you'll
want to use your slave.  I would like to make sure you get your
pleasure from me without having to worry about disciplining me
afterwards."

      "Very considerate of you.  Which of these lovely toys that
you brought me do you think I should use?"

      "Any or all Sir.  My punishment is completely at your
discretion."

      Ken had no idea what her limits were.  In the dream, they'd
been stratospheric, but he knew in real life that she'd like to
be able to walk tomorrow.  Besides, he had no intention of
damaging this beautiful woman.  That being said, there was a lot
he could do to her without causing damage.  He decided to start
with the flogger.

      The first stroke came down on her ass.  She didn't even
wiggle and just said, "Sir, should I count?"

      "Nope.  I'll stop when I feel you've had enough."  His cock
was a piece of iron and he longed to plunge it into her body.  He
could, he knew.  He could even not punish her.  But that would be
breaking the agreement between them.  She was a slave, and he her
Master.  If she broke his rules, she was punished.  If he didn't
follow though, what kind of Master would he be to her?  "Do you
have a safe word you'd like to use?"

      "No Sir.  I'm sure you'll know when I've had enough."

      The second stroke fell, then a third.  The link he shared
with Lea seemed to deepen.  Through it he could feel Jane's
arousal, and he knew she was right.  He'd know if she needed him
to stop.  Each stroke of the whip caused pain that soaked right
into her pleasure centers. Her pussy swelled and began to ooze
moisture, her nipples became thick nubs and her clit started
poking from its hood.  By the tenth stroke, her ass was bright
red, and she was moaning in pain.  And pleasure. He wondered what
he could do, if she got off on this treatment, to actually punish
her.

      Ken switched to the cane and Jane ended up with ten welts
crossing each ass cheek.  The sharp sting stoked her fires and
she was literally dripping cunt juice on the floor.  He stopped
after the second stroke of the cane and put a saucer under her
cunt, then continued with another ten strokes.  None of the welts
were bleeding, but she wouldn't be sitting very comfortably for a
day or so.

      Finally, Ken picked up the cat.  He knew that he could make
her cum with this.  Their link was so tight now that he knew to
the millimeter just how far he could take her.  He began on her
cunt, rotating the cat so the strands slapped against her sex. 
She moaned, opened her legs wider and archer her back to give him
better access to her slick cunt.  Ken stopped just before she
came.  She sobbed, her hips rotating, tears dripping on the
floor.  But she didn't beg to cum.

      For his part, he was wildly aroused.  He couldn't wait to
do this to her when he could make her cum.  He had no idea why he
enjoyed making a woman cum using pain, but he did.  He guessed
that, just the way her brain was hardwired to accept pain and get
pleasure from it, his was wired to give it.

      Ken left her there, then went into his bedroom and grabbed
the toy bag.  When he returned, he removed a large but plug - no
time like the present to start stretching her enough to take his
cock, and a pair of nipple clamps.  The plug he lubed simply by
running it through her cunt lips.  She gritted her teeth trying
to keep from cuming, and moaned loudly when he sunk the plug
home.

      He removed his clothes, and sat on the couch saying, "You
left a mess on the plate on the floor.  You should clean that
up."

      Jane knew he didn't mean that she should get a paper towel
and wipe her cunt juice off the plate.  She shifted back, bent
further and licked the plate clean.

      "OK Jane, now you can come over here and tell me what
happened today."

      Jane got to her hands and knees and crawled toward him. 
Her arousal was so high he couldn't believe she wasn't cuming. 
The energy she was giving off felt like a flame thrower - he
could almost see her glowing.  When she got to his feet she
knelt, her heels on her ass, and winced from the pain.  Then she
saw his leg.

      "Master, what happened to you?"  Jane appeared quite
distressed.

      He looked down and saw the large bloody spot on his leg. 
Jane had completely distracted him and he'd forgotten the injury.
 The amount of sexual energy she was flooding him with pretty
much overrode any pain he was feeling.  His thick cock was
standing high and hard.

      "Nothing big.  I'll tell you later.  Now, I'd like you to
have a seat and tell me what happened.  And if you cum while
you're telling me, I'll put you in a chastity belt for a month."

      She looked a little confused, and he pointed to his cock. 
He felt her heart leap as she realized what was required of her.
She was going to have to sit on his cock while she told the story
of what happened to her and still keep from cuming.

      "You are a cruel Master.  How am I going to keep from
cuming?"

      "I have faith in you.  Now sit down."

      She eased herself over his rod.  The thickness and length
of it, with the addition of the plug in her ass, really stretched
her wide. Considering that she was normally incredibly tight, it
was extra painful when he entered her.  She groaned and panted,
rotating her hips and finally slid down to the base, then started
to rise, but Ken held her hips.

      "Just stay there.  You can practice squeezing me while you
tell the story."

      Jane sighed in relief.  Perhaps she wouldn't cum after all.
 Ken reached up and twisted her long nipples, hooking his fingers
behind the nipple bars and pulling.  The brown nubs were engorged
with blood and he felt her cunt twinge around his cock as he
squeezed and pulled.  He let them go and began screwing on a
clamp.  Because of the bars, it was very painful since her
nipples were squeezed both from the outside and the inside and he
didn't stop until each nipple was very flat.  Her cunt twitched
hard while he tightened the screws and he knew that all he had to
do was give her permission and she'd have a major orgasm.  She
wasn't going to get permission though and she knew it.

      Ken grabbed the crop and shifted, causing his slave to
wince from the pain in her ass and the pleasure in her pussy. 
"Begin," he said. "I'm sure you won't mind me using this on you
from time to time."

      "No Master.  I am yours," she replied in an unsteady voice.
 Her eyes were glowing with lust.

      "I left here," she began, "and went right to work.  I
usually wear a bra, but even though the shirt was pretty thick,
it was kind of hard for me to hid the fact that I wasn't wearing
one. Unsurprisingly, I got a number of stares, but people know
I'm in a relationship, so no one came on to me."  She stopped and
grinned, "Of course, none of them know what kind of relationship,
or with who.  Anyway, things were fairly normal until I needed to
get some coffee. It was a little weird walking around because I
could still feel your cum in my pussy - as you intended - and it
was making me really hot. So, I go into the coffee room and
things that's when things start to get strange.  Genie was in
there along with Brenda and the usual crowd."

      Jane paused a minute, her eyes going a bit glassy, "It was
the weirdest thing.  I could almost feel the sex in the air.  Two
of the guys hadn't been laid in over a month, and they were
really hot for either of the girls.  But as soon as I showed, up,
I found all four of them talking to me.  It was driving me nuts!
I could feel how aroused the guys were.  Even Brenda - she's on
her period which is a big turn off for her, was getting aroused.
Ron and Bill, they're dicks were hard and I knew that I could
have them in an instant.  It was Genie who drew me though.  She
was so aroused.  She hid it well, but I could smell it - which is
odd, since I don't have a really great sense of smell.  I mean, I
could feel how horny she was and it made me want to drop to my
knees and serve her."

      Jane closed her eyes at this point, trying to get some
control over herself.  Ken didn't help things by striking her
flanks with the crop.  She shuddered, the strong muscles in her
cunt pulsing, but kept from cuming.  For her, this was truly
torture.  To not be able to give herself to the sweet pain
emanating from her ass and nipples, to not grind her clit on his
pubic bone and feel his cock rotate inside her, this was torture.
 Ken knew that it was punishing her as the whip never could.

      "Continue slave," he commanded.

      Jane caught her breath, "Yes Master.  Anyway, how they felt
was almost overwhelming me.  Especially coming right from here
and being already all worked up.  I managed to get out of there,
but each one made a visit to my cube, even Brenda, who had
started to get horny. It was as if I could almost feel their lust
sinking into me.  I got rid of each one as fast as I could, but I
was getting into a state where I couldn't concentrate.  I
considered calling you and begging for permission to cum, but I
didn't want to seem weak.

      "Just before lunch, Genie came in again.  I started to lose
it then.  She was so aroused and I felt like I knew all this
stuff about her.  I knew, somehow, that she'd masturbated last
night.  And this morning, and again in the stall in the bathroom
after we met earlier. She was going nuts and somehow, she'd
focused on me as her object of lust.  When I looked into her
eyes, I just snapped.  I stood up and walked toward her.  She was
frightened, but out of her mind with lust.   She'd never had any
fantasies about women, always men.  She always considered herself
straight - not even bi.  She knew what I was going to do, though
and she wasn't going to stop me.  She's as submissive, like I am,
just with very different tastes.  How I knew all this, I have no
idea.  But I knew I could kiss her.  So I did."

      Jane's body shuddered.  Ken slapped the crop hard against
her breasts causing her to cry out and almost cum - but she held
on. Barely.  The cruelty he was displaying was turning her on as
much as everything else.  Ken knew - he was following her
emotions with ease now.

      "She melted into me.  She moaned, and opened her mouth and
let my tongue slide deep inside.  It was kind of funny, actually.
 We are both submissive, so it seemed like no one would take the
lead.  But I have the advantage of experience;  I know what to do
and she does not.  So, I told her to follow me and we headed for
the third floor."

      The third floor of their building was closed for
renovations, but the company paying for them had run out of
money.  Currently, there was no work being done up there.

      "We found a small office.  There was no furniture, just the
rug, and I closed and locked the door.  I told her to strip, and
she did. I took my clothes off as well, but left on my panties. 
They were pretty messy by now, especially since I'd had them on
yesterday as well.  I grabbed her head and forced it between my
legs and she moaned and started licking them.  Finally, when they
were totally soaked, I pulled them off to let her get at the real
thing.  She really had no idea what to do, but I gave her
instructions.  I knew, somehow, that she wouldn't like it if I
humiliated her.  So I was forceful, but I didn't degrade her. 
She's a fast learner and I was cuming in no time.  I also knew
that if I told her she was eating a man's cum out of my pussy it
would make her cum.  I was right.  When I told her, she came on
the spot.

      "When she finished eating me, I pushed her down and sat on
her face.  Then I got to work on her pussy.  Genie, as it turns
out, is a very anal girl.  She had her tongue as far in my
asshole as she could get it while her fingers worked my pussy.  I
came again.  I sucked her, somehow knowing exactly how to make
her cum.  She almost passed out she came so many times -
especially after I shoved two fingers up her ass.

      "When we finished, I made her lick my fingers clean, which
made the little slut cum yet again, then I got dressed, we kissed
and I left.  I didn't see her the rest of the day.   I was still
horny as hell, but it seemed more controllable.  It felt like I
had all this sexual energy zipping around in me.  I knew that
almost anyone I wanted could be mine.  It's very strange for a
submissive to feel that kind of power."

      Jane finished her story.  She was in agony from the being
denied an orgasm.  Relating what had happened also made her a bit
confused about what had been going on the entire day.  Ken wasn't
confused.  He knew now that she hadn't had a chance of fully
following his orders.

      "Jane my lovely slave, I feel as if I punished you under
false pretenses," said Ken.

      "I don't understand," she replied.  "I mean, you can punish
me when ever and how ever you like, so how can it be under false
pretenses?"

      "You'll have to take my word for it - for the moment at
least. But you couldn't have followed my order not to cum no
matter how hard you tried, so I will make you an offer.  If you'd
like, I'll end your punishment and you can come right now.  It's
up to you."

      As soon as he said it, he knew she wasn't going to take him
up on his offer.  Not only did she feel that she'd failed him,
but she was quite familiar with Doms who gave impossible orders
to their subs so that they had an excuse to punish them.  While
she knew that she'd be unhappy if it happened all the time, she
loved it on occasion.  It pushed all her submissive buttons.

      "No Sir.  Thank you, but I failed you and I deserve
punishment."

        "As you wish.  I, however, fully intend to cum in this
hot pussy of yours."

        "Yes Master," Jane was shaking now, sweat beading and
running down her chest and legs.

        Ken, however, didn't move.  He just looked at her.  She
was wild with lust and he knew that she hadn't been brought to
this point for a long time.  Jane was having the time of her
life.  He decided to push her further.

        "Well, you didn't expect me to do the work, did you?" he
asked.

        "No Sir.  How can your slave serve you?"

        "Well, each time I tap a breast with this crop you were
so kind to supply me with, you will rise or fall on my cock,
depending on your position.  Do you understand?"

        "Oh, God, you are cruel!"

        "Do you understand?" he asked in a firmer tone.

        Jane slid into sub space.  "Yes Sir, I understand."

        His taps were anything but light, or even.  Her thighs
trembled with strain as he made her rise and hold it until the
crop fell on her breast again.  Often, it fell on the portion of
her nipple that extended beyond the clamps he'd used.  Those
hits, she was informed, didn't count.

        Still, he held out for less than ten minutes before
grabbing her hips and grinding himself against her as his cock
spewed a huge load of cum into her body.  She was actually
shaking with the need to cum and normally, he would let her.  But
he knew that she didn't want it.  She craved the suffering that
obeying his orders brought her.

        He had her squat over his cock and empty his cum over it,
then lick him clean.  As was becoming usual, the release of
orgasm was not quite a release.  The energy that Lea needed to
live swirled in his body and he got hard as Jane licked his cock
clean.

        Even so, he was exhausted and hungry.  He just wanted to
relax, call out for some food, then take a shower, and collapse
in a chair. And now that he wasn't distracted, his leg hurt. 
However, Jane needed to be tended to - he couldn't just leave her
in this state..  The furnace of energy that she was giving off
was slowly seeping into him, which was beginning to get a little
disorienting.  Gently he removed the clamps and the plug from
her.

        She ended up kneeling, looking at him with her eyes
somewhat glassy.  He gingerly sat down on the floor with his back
against the couch and pulled her into his lap.   He stroked her
hair and whispered to her how beautiful she was as she slowly
came back to herself.  He could feel her body was still in need,
still yearning for an orgasm. But fifteen minutes later she was
back with him and he felt that she would respond rationally to
him.  Well as rational as she could get considering how badly she
was in need.

        "Hey lover, you back here?"

        "Yes Master.  I haven't felt like that in years.  Thank
you. Thank you for understanding what I need."

        He kissed the top of her head and said, "Well I need a
shower and some food."

        "That sounds good.  I know I need a shower," she replied.

        They slowly got off the floor and made their way into the
bathroom.  Ken was a little appalled at the marks he'd left on
her ass and breasts.  She, on the other hand, was admiring them
while looking in the full length mirror behind the door.

        "Mmmm, thank you Master."  She saw his concerned stare
and turned toward him,  "Master, really, thank you.   Seeing your
marks on my body makes me feel very sexy."  She shuddered, "Not
that I need any help in that direction at the moment."

        "I'm not used to leaving any marks," said Ken.

        "Well Sir, please get used to it.  I don't bruise, but I
love how my body looks and feels after an intense session like
this. Almost all of it will be gone by morning."  He still didn't
look convinced.  "Sir, really, it's a huge turn on for me.  I've
been whipped until I bled, and it doesn't bother me at all - not
even the blood.  I really do love being treated like this and I
like how the whip makes me feel - both during and after it's
used."

  Ken smiled and shook his head as he finished adjusting the
water.  He really needed a shower after biking, never mind the
intense sex he'd just experienced.  Jane slipped in beside him
and they washed, squirming and giggling under the water.  She
stroked his semi-hard cock often and he noticed that she was
still very slippery between her legs - even though he knew there
was no soap there.

  They were both ravishingly hungry when they finished cleaning
up and decided to find something quick and easy for food.  Ken
knew the deli was open and presented the option to Jane, who at
this point was all for food.  Now.  Please.  So off they went.

  Of course, Mrs. Schumacher was still there - Ken wondered if
she ever left the store.  They ordered sandwiches while Ken
endured comments that indicated that, as much as she appreciated
his business, he really should have taken his beautiful
girlfriend out to a nice restaurant.  Mrs. Schumacher also made
it clear to Jane that Ken was usually alone and could really use
a good woman in his life.  He wondered what the woman would think
if she knew what they'd just been doing.

  They took the food home and ate, making small talk.  Ken was
amazed how comfortable he was with Jane.  She finally asked again
how he'd hurt his leg and he told her.

  "I didn't know you liked mountain biking," she said.  "You
never mentioned it before."

  "Yeah, well I'd never been mountain biking before.  While I was
at the beach, I realized that I hadn't done any road biking
since... well, in a long time, so on a lark, I went to the store
to buy one.  I got convinced to buy a mountain bike instead."

  "Convinced, huh?  Was she cute?" asked Jane with a sly smile.

  "Actually yes," he said.  "And horny as hell."

  Jane looked at him wide eyed.  "You didn't!"

  "Didn't what?" he asked. "Have sex with her?"

  "Did you?"

  "Nope.  I wanted to, but then I thought about you coming over
tonight."  He paused, "It's funny, and I know it sounds arrogant,
but I'm sure she would have come home with me.  It's got
something to do with this power that Lea gave me."

  Jane looked at him, "Does that mean you can have sex with any
woman you want?"

  "I have no idea.  But I doubt it."  He looked at her, "You
don't seem upset."

  "I'm not."  She leaned forward and kissed his lips.  "Ken, I'm
your slave.  And we're connect in a different way that I'm not
sure I can define.  I know that we just started this
relationship, but I'm certain that I know exactly how you feel
about me."  She paused, blushing.  "I hope I'm right, because I
know exactly how I feel about you."

  Ken stroked her face, marveling at how beautiful she was.  He
could feel her emotions, lust, desire, sexual frustration and, to
his great happiness, love.

  "Well, I'd say we're on the same page," he said.  It should
have felt awkward, these deep feelings they were hinting at, but
it didn't. There were some advantages to knowing how someone
felt, that was for sure.

  He continued to tell Jane about the bike.  She was excited and
wanted to see it, so they went out to the shed.  She oo'd and
ah'd over it and began describing all the things he'd be able to
do with it, which was when he realized that she was a mountain
biker.

  "Oh," she blinked surprised.  "I thought you knew.  I love to
ride."

  "Well, Sandy's running one on Sunday.  We could go, if you
wanted."

  "Really?" she said.

  "Of course," he replied, " as long as you don't make fun of
me."

  "You could always spank me if I do."

  "Oh, yeah," he replied in a dry tone of voice, "Now there's a
real punishment.  Do you think you'll be able to keep you hand's
off of Sandy?  She was hot to trot for a threesome."

  "Would I have to?"

  He paused for a second, pretending to think.  "Hmmm lemee see.
Nope."

  They decided to drive over to her place and get her bike, since
it wasn't very late.  Still, with all the activity they'd had
during the day, it turned into an early to bed evening.  She was
still horny and ended up playing with his cock after they were in
bed.  One thing led to another and she ended up giving him a blow
job.  He was going to actually give her an orgasm as well,
realizing that he hadn't spent nearly enough time with his lips
on her sex, but something told him not to.  As he lay there
recovering, he thought of something.

  "For someone who's so submissive, you came on pretty strong the
other night," he commented.

  "What, when I asked you out for dinner?"

  "Yeah," he replied.

  "Well," she said curling into his side, "sometimes I'm
aggressively submissive.  Besides, after the dream we shared, I
thought my actions were pretty mild."

  "Yes, it was a very wild dream," he smiled.

  "Hmmm," she said muzzy voice, "sweet dreams."

  And with that, she was fast asleep.

End Part 7 

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