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"Have you read these papers thoroughly, Mr. Roland?  Do you understand
what signing them means?"
     "Yes, sir."
     "And you, Ms. Harn, Have you read and understood these papers,
and comprehend what signing them means?"
     <Shit.  I wrote them.  Of course I comprehend, you little prick.>
     "Yes, sir."
     "Then I need you to sign here, Mr. Roland, and here, and here."
     <Hurry up, you little dick>
     "Ms. Harn?  Sign here, here and there."
     The two complied, then stood away from the table.
     "The witnesses will sign here."  The notary's two companions
signed, and he affixed the seal and stamp.  "I'll make sure these are
filed correctly.  Here are your copies."
     Dominique almost shook with pleasure as she watched the notary
and his companions walk to their car.  John had just signed away his
entire fortune to her.  With this third pansy under her belt she would
be a multi-millionairess.  She'd never have to work another day in her
life.
     John turned, looked as his lover.  She was everything he could
have wanted in a woman.  Almost six feet tall, she towered over is
five-eight frame when she wore her heels.  Toned body, nice bust, and
a face which could be modeling for years. Big blue eyes, pouting lips,
and long, blonde, wavy hair that reached halfway down her back.  And a
virgin to boot.  Not that he hadn't tried.  He plied her with
expensive dinners, candies, and lingerie.  She said that penetration
wouldn't happen until they were married.
     "Oh God yes...yes...Yes...Yes!" 
     Dominique's body shook with another orgasm, John's head nestled
between her legs as he lapped away.  When it came to oral pleasure,
John was good.  Too bad he wouldn't live long enough to stick anything
else in her besides his tongue.
     Of the three she had dominated in the past few years, John had
been the easiest.  Hell, she didn't mind wearing the sexy bedwear he
gave her, especially since it seemed to give her even more power over
him.  Made her even more desirable to him.  Got him even more worked
up.  It was easy to dominate men if you
used their sexual desires against them.  
     "Mmpf," The mound of hair, not her own, from between her legs
spoke. She released his head. "What was that, honey?"
     "I said, `I can't breathe'"
     Giggle.  "Sorry, teddy bear."
     "Honey?"
     "Yes dear?"
     John stood up, the bulge in his jeans overly evident.  <must be
painful>  she thought <good>.
     "I was just wondering.  I mean, I signed the papers and
everything, and you had said...well, I was wondering if we
could...make love?"
     "Oh honey," <Simp>,"I told you that it isn't proper until we're
married." <unless you had a nice thick cock like Max> "And remember, I
don't want you touching yourself; a man's seed should only be used for
procreation.  So none of that nasty masturbation."  <unlike me, who's
going to be sticking that big ole nasty
dildo right up my cunt once you leave>
     "But...but...you said...How about if you...you know, gave me some
oral satisfaction, like I do for you?"
     "Put your thing in my mouth?!" <like it could even fill my mouth>
 "That's disgusting!"  She'd never even let him take his pants off.
     John looked like he was going to cry.  Dominique lay back in bed.
Three months of leading this wimp along.  He must be ready to explode,
after three months of nothing with her secretary Cheryl before she got
hold of him.  She had been stringing him along for another three
months, after she had fired Cheryl, so he had to have at least six
months of cum about to blow from his balls.  She picked up a chocolate
from the box he'd brought her, and bit it in half.  "You're going to
have to go."
     "Why?"
     "I've got a business deal to finish." <by sucking that
super-schlong of Maxie's> "And I don't want you to be in the way." 
She finished the chocolate, and picked up another.
     "Tonight?  But we were going out to the movies to celebrate!"
     "I'm sorry honey, but I have to get this deal wrapped up before
tomorrow." <besides, I want to climb on top of Max and fuck him like
there is no tomorrow>
     John got a resigned look on his face, pulled his shirt back on,
and started towards the bedroom door.  "Tomorrow?"
     "I'll call." <although by then somebody will have accidentally
blown up your house with you in it>  She popped the chocolate into her
mouth, whole.  Dominique watched from her bedroom window as John got
into his car. She lifted her left hand and wave bye-bye as he pulled
away, her right hand grasping the seven
inch purple dildo she was getting ready to slide into her pussy.  When
she was sure that he was gone, she turned and jumped into the bed, lay
flat on her back, and slid the big monster between her legs.  Soon she
would be putting Max's monster there. She closed her eyes and began
moving the dildo in and out, in and out, in and out, feeling another
orgasm build.
     Ding-dong.
     Nothing
     Ding-dong.  Dominique's eyes fluttered open.  Max? No, he wasn't
due for another two hours.
     Ding-dong. <Shit.>  She pulled the dildo out of her cunt, leaving
herself feeling empty. <This better be fucking good.>  She grabbed a
robe and, putting it on, headed downstairs.
     Dominique opened the door to find a short black haired lady at
her door.  She was attractively dressed all in white, with little
white pumps to match her white purse.  She carried one small and two
large packages.
      "Yes?"
     "Ms. Harn?  I'm Tara Worthington from The Twighlight Zone.  I
have some presents for you."
     The Twighlight Zone, Dominique had been there a few times. She
had a pair of jeans from there that had zipper up both sides; you
could get out of them completely in a flash, never have to take off
your shoes, do your fucking, and be back in them before the light
changed.  They sold simply incredibly sexy outfits
and toys there.  She and Max had gone looking a few times, and she had
convinced John to buy her a piece of lingerie worth over $2000.  She
wore it a lot when she fucked Max.
     "Presents?  I'm sorry, I don't understand."
     "A John Roland said to deliver these here this afternoon.  All
these items are tailored.  I'm your custom fitter."
     "John, that sweetheart." <horny little fuck.  Must have dropped a
bundle on this. Shouldn't be spending my money that way> "What do you
mean, fitter?
     "These are custom items.  I'm here to make sure they fir
properly, and that you can put them on and take them off without
damaging them.  Quite routine, I assure you."
     "Well then, Ms. Worthington, won't you come in?"
     The woman smiled, "Call me Tara."
     Dominique watched as the woman spread the boxes on the bed.  The
had been another few in her car, and she retrieved them and soon these
were spread out too.  She opened a small bag and  took out a four inch
tube of leather.  She motioned for Dominique to turn around, the
pulled the long blonde hair into a ponytail which was then held in
place by the tube, so it stood out from her head like a horse's tail. 
"So your hair doesn't get caught in anything."  Then she opened the
first box and pulled out a pair of black leather boots that would
probably reach to her knee.  The five inch heels would be
uncomfortable, but Dominique used to do runway modeling, so heels
weren't that big a deal.  Tara handed them to Dominique.  "Go ahead
and try them on.  I think the size is right, and our shoes are
actually very comfortable."
     <Our shoes are very comfortable, blah, blah, blah.  Bitch.  What
would she know?>
     Dominique pulled the left boot on.  The inside was lined with
what felt like silk, and she could feel cool air circulating around
her foot.  Still, it was a snug fit.  "How does it do that?"
     "You mean the aeration.  One of our patents.  Keeps your foot dry
and comfortable, without the need for stockings or socks.  Zip it up."
     Dominique pulled the zipper up, the leather folding over the seam
for a smooth finish.  The boot itself was snug all the way up; no
loose spots were evident.  It was as if Tara could read her mind. 
"Another patent.  The leather isn't actually whole, but micro-squares
connected with an elastic and sealed.  It'll stretch
almost twice it's original size and still remain smooth.  The only
problem we have is it becomes very puncture and cut resistant.  Makes
it a pain to cut patterns."  Dominique pulled on the other boot,
luxuriating.  Max would get a hard-on just from seeing her in these.
<These would be perfect for a dominatrix.>   She was starting to make
herself wet just thinking about it.
     "What else do you have for me?"
     Tara opened another, smaller box.  "How about matching gloves?"
     Dominique's eyes went wide.  Elbow length black leather gloves
were something she had always wanted but could never find in quality. 
She pulled on first one then other, marveling at how there were no
gaps or loose spots, not even at the wrist. "These are incredible. 
How much does something like this cost?"
     "I'm not sure of the exact price, but they are quite expensive. 
If you would like another pair they come in red, blue, yellow, and
white.  You'll be pleased to know that Mr. Roland set up an account
with us, and said you were to have Carte Blanche.  We have a new
catalog going to press in a few days; I'll have one sent over." 
Dominique got up and went to her full length mirror.  Even though she
was still dressed in her robe, the gloves and boots, along with the
hair tube made her just reek of kinky sex.  She was definitely wet. 
<Max is in for a night he won"t soon forget.>
     "I must say, Ms. Harn, that those items compliment you quite a
bit. Have you ever thought of modeling?"
     "Why, thank you.  I used to be a model."
     "Would you ever consider modeling for us at the Zone?"
     "I'm sorry,  but I signed a deal today which guarantees that I
won't be modeling any more."
     "That's a shame, Ms. Harn."
     "What else do you have there?"
     "The main course, Ms. Harn.  Mr. Roland spent hours picking this
out for you.  I helped him myself."  Tara picked up the largest of the
boxes and opened it, then pulled out a black leather corset, complete
with under wired half-cups and a lined snap crotch.  Dominique almost
fainted.
     "If your not too modest, you could try it on now.  I do this all
the time."
     "I wouldn't be much of a model if I never was naked in front of
the designers. Besides, I might as well complete the outfit."
     "Then, if madam would be so kind as to step into this?"
     Dominique shucked her modesty with her robe.  The corset was
beautiful.  Max would flip.  "I never knew John had such...unusual
tastes." <little fucking pervert>. She stepped into the corset,
pulling it up her long muscular legs.  When it got to her hips she had
to wiggle a little, put it finally pulled over.  The inside
was padded and lined with silk.  "How do I tighten it?"
     Tara opened another box and pulled out a small remote control
looking device, and attached to two little studs that were between
Dominique's half cups.  "Turn this knob and it works a series of
internal wires which draw the lacings shut.  When it's as tight as you
want it, use this clip to hold them in place, and tuck the cords here.
I'll show you the first time."  Dominique watched in fascination as
Tara turned the device on.  Two small gears pulled the cord in,
tightening the corset first at her lower back a little, then further
up.
     The breath was pushed from her lungs. "I think that's tight
enough."
     "Really?  I would have thought somebody as fit as you would have
gone much smaller."  She began to disconnect the cords.
     "Wait.  I guess I could go a little smaller."  Tara smiled as she
turned it on again, this time a little faster, so Dominique couldn't
change her mind so fast. The heavy front boning caused Dominique to
stick out her leather covered ass a bit, while the cups seemed to
squeeze and lift her tits at the same time.  The corset itself was 
seamless; not a single ripple could be seen.  Tara tied off the ends,
and stuffed them into a hidden pocket on the front.
     "Not so bad, was it?"
     "No, But it is hard to breath."  Dominique looked in the mirror
again.  Her already sexy body had an even slimmer waist, and her c-cup
breasts, augmented by the wiring and padding, jutted from her chest
like two d-cup missiles. <I'm not going to make it waiting for Max - I
gotta cum, and soon> " What else do you have for me?"
     "Mr. Roland also picked out some earrings; two sets of matched
studs.  Are your ears double pierced?"
     "Triple, actually."
     Tara opened the small box.  Inside were two sets of pearl stud
earrings, one set larger than the others.  Dominique took the box and
went the vanity to put them on. She couldn't get the strange backs on
while wearing the gloves though.
     "Little help?"
     "I'm sorry.  There designed so the don't come off very easily." 
Tara put the posts through the holes in Dominique's ears, then snapped
the backs on with an audible `pop'.
     "Ouch!"
     "I'm sorry about that.  They are a little snug, but you'll get
used to it."
     "Should have warned me.  What's in that little box?"  She pointed
to a foot long box that had been inside the corset box.
     "I forgot about those.  They are toys that go with the corset. 
Would you like to try them on also?"
     "Why the hell not?"  Dominique got up and walked over to the bed.
 Her legs felt a little wobbly.  Must be the boots.  She opened the
boxes to discover a small black dildo and a smaller black butt plug.
     "I could show you how to put them on.  In case you would ever be
interested. I'm not saying that you're into that kind of thing ,
but..."  Tara mumbled her way out of the suggestion.
     Dominique's thinking started to get fuzzy.  Her earlobes
throbbed.  "I don't know..."
     Tara smiled an almost evil smile.  "Here, I'll show you.  Bend
over and put your hands on the vanity."
     Dominique felt her body stumble over to the vanity and bend over,
thrusting her ass high in the air.  "Will this do, Tara?" <what am I
doing?>
     "Nicely, dear"  Tara opened the snap crotch and stuck her finger
into Dominique's wet pussy.  "Plenty of lubricant here for both
holes!"
     Dominique felt the intrusion, but even though her mind told her
to be appalled, her body responded by thrusting backwards, pushing the
finger in deeper. "Tara?  Something isn't right here.  I think that
the corset must be cutting off my oxygen. Could we take this off now
please? Tara?"
     "That's Mistress Tara, and I think things are going just
perfectly." Tara removed her finger and Dominique watched in the
vanity mirror as she used it to grease up the butt plug.  A nasty
smile came across Tara's face.  "Ready?"  She nudged the tip of the
butt plug into Dominique's anus, which resisted, then pushed it all
the way in with one motion.  Dominique shuddered with the pain, which
was erotic in a way.  Before she could think about it, though,
Mistress Tara slid the dildo easily into place.  "we'll just hook up
the wires here, and close this crotch nice and tight."
     Dominique's ass and pussy seemed overfull from the constriction
of the corset. <something's wrong.  What's happening to me?>
     "Stand up, Dominique.  How does it feel?"
     "Very full and very tight, Mistress Tara.  Mistress Tara, what is
happening to me?"
     "You will not speak unless spoken to, slut.  By the way, I think
Dominique is too proper sounding a name for a whore like you.  What
would be a good slut name for you?  How about Bunny?"  Tara spotted
the box of chocolates next to the bed, "or Candy?  Yes, I think a
chocolate eater like you should be called Candy.  Don't you agree?"
     <CANDY!?  what kind of name is that for a woman of her stature? 
Once she had made a success of herself she had insisted on being
called `Dominique> "Yes, Mistress Tara."  It was as if her mind was
stuck in a body she didn't control, a body with a mind of its own,
where she was just an observer.
     Tara walked over to her and openly fondled her breasts.  Candy
stood there motionless feeling pleasure shoot through her body even
though her mind was revolted by this dyke's actions.  <Max!  Shit! 
How am I going to explain all this?  Am I going to be given the chance
to explain all this?  What's happening to me?>
     Tara pushed Candy down to her knees.  "It's the earrings, slut. 
The larger ones are releasing a concentrated chemical into your
bloodstream which makes you very receptive to suggestion.  Go ahead,
try to remove them.  You can't.  The halves are permanently fixed
together.  Besides, slut, you have no desire to remove them."  Candy
stopped trying.  "The smaller ones serve a function you'll discover
later. Now hurry up.  I'd like to see if that mouth of yours can do
more than complain before the door bell rings."
      With that Mistress Tara hiked up her skirt to reveal she was
wearing no underwear.  She grabbed Cndy by her hair and pulled her to
her pussy.  "Eat me slut and make me come or you'll be in a lot of
pain," she commanded.
      Candy felt her mouth open and her tongue extend deep into the
furrows of her Mistress' pussy.  She was revolted with the smell and
the texture but she gobbled nevertheless.
      Ding-dong.  Mistress Tara pushed Candy's head away from her
crotch. Pussy juice streamed down her chin.  "Did I do good, Mistress
Tara?"
     "Fair, slut, but you'll learn.  Now clean up and fix your
make-up; wear the silvery pink lipstick."
     "Yes, Mistress Tara." <I can't believe I just ate her pussy. 
I've got do to something!>  But she did just what she was told.
     Candy walked down the steps carefully.  <Max will help me.  He's
got to help me.>  She heard voices in the living room, male and
female.  She reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner. 
Mistress Tara was talking to John, and another woman was behind him. 
<John!  maybe he would help!>
     "Here she is now, your little slut Candy!"
     "Hello, Candy" said John,"you remember slut Buffy, your old
secretary, don't you?"  The other woman looked up at the name, a
dizzy-looking smile on her face.  <Cheryl!  She was the one that had
led John on in the first place!  What had happened here?> Cheryl/Buffy
was dressed the same as Candy, only in negative. White boots, white
gloves, a white leather tube giving her black hair a pony look, and no
doubt a lot of toys under her white corset.  Her tits strained against
the corset, much the same way as Candy's did, and her erect nipples
were evident.  She even wore the same silvery pink lipstick.  John was
dressed in jeans, cowboy boots, a nice shirt, and a leather jacket.
     Tara spoke, "Candy, this is Master John, whom you will refer to
as John in public, and Master at all other times.  This is slut Buffy,
whom you will refer to as Buffy in public or as `slut Buffy' at all
other times. You will do whatever Master John tells you to."
     "Yes, Mistress Tara."  <like hell> 
     "John, everything worked perfectly.  I did nothing with the toys
yet, though.  Did the paperwork go through okay?"
     "Yes, Ms. Worthington.  The entire estate is now mine.  You'd
think that somebody that thought she was as smart as she was would
have reread the contract before she signed it.  By the way, seeing as
she is now a penniless waif, she'll need a job.  Any modeling
contracts open for her and Buffy at the Zone?  I've got a room
upstairs she and Buffy can stay in, if they're good."  At the phrase
`if they're good' Buffy's eyes got a dreamy look, and she reached
around Master John and began rubbing his crotch.  Mistress Tara smiled
again.
     "Programming's going well, I see.  Yes, I could use a few more
models, in the bondage and sexual toys areas.  Are you going to set up
Candy's program before you go?"
     "Nearly forgot!"  He took out a little control and pressed a few
buttons. A voice started whispering in Candy's ears [you love Master
John you will serve Master John you will do anything Master John tells
you...] then seemed to fade into the rooms background noise.  If she
concentrated, she could pick it out [you love sex with Master John you
love sex with slut Buffy you love sexy clothing...]
     "Before you go, John, how are things in the biochemical
prosthetics division going?"  Tara winked at the man.
     "Let me show you.  Buffy, show Mistress Tara your favorite thing
in the whole world."
     Buffy's whole body shivered as she dropped to her knees, a
lustful grin glued to her face.  She undid Master John's belt, and
nearly ripped his pants off, exposing the cock she had rubbed to a
full erection.
     Candy gasped. <holy shit.  Look at him.  He's huge! At least ten
inches long, and two in diameter.  He was bigger than Max!>  Buffy
took the head of the engorged cock in her mouth and began stroking the
shaft with her left hand while her right hand fondled his egg sized
balls.  Her eyes closed and she started to hum as if there was no
place in the world she would rather be.  At this point in Buffy's
training, there was no place she would rather be.  It was almost
complete.
     John pressed another button on the remote.  The voices in Candy's
ears were no longer in sync. [...you love giving head you love
pleasing orally and anally...] while the other spoke phrases [...to
you the term  on your knees' is an invitation to please Master John
orally...]
     Candy felt drawn to Master John, looking him in the eyes, a
question unasked.  Master John smiled and said, "Buffy, stop.  Our new
slut wants to make up for lost time.  On your knees, slut Candy.  Show
me what I've been missing for the past three months."  He winked at
Mistress Tara. She stifled a giggle.
     Candy dropped to her knees in front of Master John.  She wrapped
her leather covered left hand around the shaft, and reached out with
her right to fondle the huge balls which filled her hand completely.
The purple head, bigger than a golf ball, glistened with slut Buffy's
saliva.  <I can't. It's too big.  Too fucking big.>  Her mouth opened,
and she slid the cockhead past her silvery-pink lips, leaving a slight
trail of lipstick and gloss as she tightened her lips grip.  Her hands
began stroking and fondling of there own accord while her lips swirled
and explored.  Soon she began to ease more of the huge prick into her
mouth, slowly bobbing her head up and down. <god I can't believe I'm
doing this> Two inches, then three, then four.  The glans hit the back
of her throat <it's too much! Too FUCKING BIG!>, and on the next down
stroke she started to deep throat it.
     John touched another button.  Between slut Candy's legs things
began to happen.  The buttplug and the dildo began to expand as the
current from the batteries hidden in the corset reacted with the
chemicals inside the toys.  When they reached their full size, both
began to heat up and vibrate.  Slut Candy's orgasm began to build. 
<god I can't take much more> John tensed up <he's going to cum>, and
slut Candy went to pull the cock out of her mouth.  Mistress Tara's
hands instead forced her head back onto the cock head just as the cum
spurted forth; not the palm full that she got from Max's little dick,
but the first stream would have filled her mouth if it hadn't shot
right down her throat.  She kept pumping her Master's cock, shooting
stream after stream of tastey cum down her throat.  He pulled away,
her pouting mouth sucking as long as she could. The toys inside her
overexcited her nerves, sending her into a convulsive orgasm that
rocked her like none before.
     "Wow, John.  How much did you prime your prick with?"
     "Well Ms. Worthington, I figure that was about three months
worth. I've been saving up for a special occasion."  They both
laughed.
     "Slut Candy, did you like that?"  Tara spoke softly to the
convulsing body on the floor.  "Every time you please your master, he
may reward you with an orgasm.  Don't please him, and he will punish
you.  Or worse, he may sell you to me.  Sort of sad, really.  You
could of been a dominatrix to rival the best in my organization.  Too
bad you were so greedy; that combined with your submission to your
sexual desires was your downfall.  See you Monday, bright and early. 
Got a new catalog to get out!"
     Slut Candy looked up at Mistress Tara and Master John, affection
and desire in her eyes.  Master John pulled his underwear and pants
back on, gave a small bow to Ms. Worthington, and walked to the door. 
Buffy and Candy came up on either side, each taking an arm.
     <I hope Master John will let me suck his cock again soon>

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