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Subjugating Allison. M+F FF BDSM Control Exhib

By David Lavenham
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Chapter 1: Remote Control Sex Slave
She was breathless with anticipation. After months in their control this was 
to be the first physical contact. Up to now they had just been playing mind 
games with her; testing her, teasing her. She had been pushed to the limit 
by their demands, she had done things she never dreamed of, and experienced 
ecstasy and humiliation at their control.

The first text text message arrived whilst she was at work.

`Play with your pussy as you drive home', it read. She looked around 
expecting it to be some kind of joke, but no one was taking any notice. She 
scrolled down the message to see who it was from, but didn't recognize the 
number. Dismissing it as some kind of spam she got on with her work.

The second message arrived just before 5pm. `Don't forget', it read. It was 
from the same number.

The drive home that night was the usual slow trawl through the endless city 
traffic. As she crept inch by inch home her mind kept going back to that 
text message. Perhaps it was a wrong number, not meant for her but meant for 
someone else. That set her thinking. Do people really play with themselves 
as they drove? She looked around her. She could see the head and shoulders 
of other drivers but she could not see their laps. For all she knew they 
were all fondling themselves.

Her pussy was beginning to tingle. She looked around furtively before 
slipping her hand between her legs. She looked around again. No one was 
taking any notice of her. Why should they, she was just another commuter. 
She opened her legs a little more and rubbed her pussy through the cotton of 
her fawn hipsters. That felt good. She looked around her. Still no one was 
looking; they were all concentrating on the traffic filled road ahead, 
looking for the next opportunity to roll another inch or so further forward. 
She rubbed a little harder; the thrill of playing with herself whilst in 
such a public place was really turning her on. Still know one was looking at 
her.

She was feeling hot now her pussy was screaming out for more direct contact 
with her fingers. She undid the top button and fly of her pants and slipped 
her hand into her cotton panties. She gasped with pleasure as the tips of 
her fingers met her hot clit. She slid her middle finger along the length of 
her pussy, using the moisture it gathered to lubricate her clit as she 
rolled it under her fingers. God that felt good. She was at some traffic 
lights now. She looked around and caught the eye of the driver in the next 
car. He gave her a smile. She whipped her hand out of her trousers before 
she realized he had no idea what she was doing. He was just smiling at the 
cute chick in the car next to him at the lights. He had no idea she was 
fingering her pussy. This realization aroused her even more. She slipped her 
hand back into her panties and began to finger herself some more. Just 
before the lights changed she caught his eye again. He smiled at her and she 
smiled back as she slowly slipped her index finger into her now soaking 
hole. The lights changed and the traffic moved onto the freeway.

She kept her hand in her pants as she drove and by the time she pulled up in 
the parking lot of her apartment her pussy was throbbing with desire. She 
looked around the empty lot before leaning back in her seat with her eyes 
closed. She was so hot it only took a few circular rubs of her clit to bring 
her to orgasm. She arched her back and gasped as one of the strongest 
orgasms she had ever experienced ripped through her body. She sat motionless 
for a few moments as it subsided before zipping up her pants and heading for 
her apartment. It was only when she caught a glimpse of herself in the 
mirror of her bedroom did she realize a large dark damp patch had formed 
around her crotch.

That night she kept thinking about the text message. Who was it meant for? 
She was tempted to ring the number but she did not have the courage, after 
all what if it was a crank or something? By the time she fell into bed she 
had convinced herself it was just a one off wrong number, exciting, but just 
a fluke.

She was just about to leave the next morning when she noticed she had a 
message. It must have arrived while she was in the shower.  `Wear a skirt 
today', it said. She looked down at her cotton pants. Then she looked at her 
watch. Dropping her bag in the hallway she rushed back to her bedroom and 
quickly changed into her navy skirt and jacket. As she changed she wondered 
why she was responding to the demands of a random texter. For all she knew 
this was some bizarre spam. But the memory of the intense orgasm she 
experienced yesterday drove her on.

The journey to work was uneventful and she spent the whole day wondering 
when the next text would arrive. Her disappointment grew as the day wore on 
and there were no messages. Her sense of frustration was not helped by the 
seemingly endless interruptions from her boss, requesting updates on 
projects she had never before shown any interest in. Allison's boss was a 
formidable woman. Susan was not unattractive but always dressed in very 
formal suits and kept her dark hair swept back in a tight bun. Allison found 
her cold and difficult to like, but could not help respecting her for what 
she had achieved in a male dominated company.

Allison had just checked her phone for messages for what felt like the 
millionth time that day when Susan popped her head around the entrance to 
her cubicle.

"Alli, do you have a minute?" Susan asked.

"Sure", Alli responded and swung around on her chair to face her boss, who 
had perched on the corner of her desk.

"Where have we got to with the Dealer Smart project?" Susan asked.

Allison paused for a second or two to gather her thoughts. As she did she 
cast her eyes briefly over her boss, and particularly at Susan's long legs, 
exposed as she perched on the edge of Alli's desk. "She could be quite good 
looking if she wanted to be", Allison thought before she launched into the 
project update.

Finally satisfied with Alli's update Susan got up to leave. "By the way, 
that's a nice skirt Alli", she said as she walked away from Allison's desk.

The day wore on and still no text. By the time the lift doors opened to take 
her down to the office parking lot at the end of the day she was beginning 
to feel angry with herself. What the hell was she doing? Why was she so 
eager to get a random bit of soft porn text?

As the lift glided downwards she heard her cell phone beep in her bag. Her 
hand was shaking with excitement as she opened the message.

`Take your panties off before you drive home'. Her heart racing with 
anticipation she got out of the lift at the next floor and made straight for 
the washroom. Her pussy was tingling as she slipped her white cotton panties 
off and stuffed them into her purse.

She wasn't sure what to do next, but as she edged along in the traffic she 
was overcome by an overwhelming desire to touch herself. It as only when she 
reached down that she realized that the tight office skirt was not a good 
choice. She looked around to check no one was looking before lifting herself 
up off the seat and hitching the skirt up a little so she could reach her 
pussy more easily. This time she came while she was still driving. She felt 
the orgasm build as she approached some lights. Her prayers for a red were 
answered and she brought herself to orgasm as she sat amongst the other 
commuters in the jam.

She was pulling her skirt back down when the message arrived, `Please do not 
disobey me. I did not ask you to play with your pussy'.

"Fuck you", she whispered to herself, wondering how they knew what she would 
do.

There were no messages over the next few days. She was surprised that she 
found herself missing them. Her thoughts kept coming back to them. Who was 
sending them? How did they know she had disobeyed them? Why had they 
stopped?

The silence was finally broken with a message that woke her early one 
morning. `From today you will always wear a wear a skirt with no panties in 
the office'.

She found herself eager to comply. Although she wanted to play with herself 
as she drove she resisted the urge. She found having a naked pussy at work a 
real turn on. The thrill of feeling her pussy exposed beneath her skirt was 
driving her wild. She was desperate to head into the washrooms and fuck 
herself with her fingers, but she dare not disobey her instructions for fear 
that the messages will stop again.

The next message arrived mid afternoon. `Buy a set of love eggs on the 
journey home', it read.

She flushed with excitement. She knew exactly what love eggs where from the 
sex toy party enjoyed with some friends, and she knew exactly where she had 
to buy them. There was a sex shop just off the freeway on her drive home.

Her heart was racing with a mixture of excitement and apprehension as she 
pulled into the shabby parking lot at the back of the store. Checking there 
was nobody she knew around she walked quickly to the door of the shop. The 
inside of the store was as shabby as the car park. There were a couple of 
male customers and a bald headed guy behind the counter, all of whom stopped 
and stared at her as she quickly located the sex toys section, grabbed a 
pair of love eggs from the rack and took them to the counter.

"You will enjoy these", the guy at the counter smirked as he took her cash.

Back in the car she let out a big sigh of relief at having accomplished her 
task. She spent the evening wondering what her next instruction would be.

It finally arrived the next morning. `Insert the eggs before leaving your 
apartment'. Already showered and dressed she returned to her bedroom and 
retrieved the eggs from her panty draw, rolling them in hand a few times 
before hitching up her skirt and laying back on the bed. Her pussy was 
already wet at the prospect of the latest challenge and it took only a 
couple of strokes of the cold plastic orb along the length of her wet slit 
before she slowly pushed it into herself.

The first egg effortlessly slipped into her and she felt the cold plastic 
pushing against the walls of her pussy. The second egg was held tight 
against her pussy lips by the short cord connecting it to the first and in 
no time it was buried deep within her body, nestled against its twin.

Slowly she stood up and straightened her skirt. The motion of the eggs 
rubbing against each other as she walked sent a shiver of delight through 
her and her pussy began to tingle with anticipation.

At work she struggled to concentrate. Every fiber of her being seemed to be 
focused on the sensations coming from the eggs moving deep within her pussy. 
It was excruciating pleasure, she longed to bring herself to climax but knew 
she should not until instructed by her distant master.

Walking around the office was the most erotic torture. Feeling the eggs 
working deep inside her naked pussy as she walked between her co-workers 
desks drove her wild with excitement. St one point she had to rest by the 
copier, afraid that if she walked any further she might bring herself to 
orgasm.

Andy, one of her colleagues, noticed something was up. "Are you OK Alli?", 
he as asked, "you seem kind of distant".  "I'm fine", She replied, "just a 
little tired I guess".

"Too much sex I guess!" Andy was a real flirt for a guy. He was not bad 
looking, in fact he had quite a well toned body, but she could not find 
herself attracted to him because of his misogynistic attitude and constant 
innuendo. "Some hunk keeping you awake all night?" He continued. Allison 
just ignored his comments. Andy looked over his shoulder top check no one 
was nearby before moving closer and leaning over her with his hand on the 
wall behind her.

"You know", he whispered, "if you need me to keep you awake at night you 
only have to call".

"Forget it Andy", Alli responded as she ducked under his arm.

"Frigid bitch", he muttered as she walked away.

By the journey home she was exhausted. The constant arousal all day taking 
its toll and the desire to finger her clit and bring herself release through 
orgasm had left her with a strange feeling of being outside the real world, 
like she was just gliding through reality, divorced somehow from those 
around her, focused only on the sensations derived from her own body and the 
anticipation on the next instruction.

She was pulling into the parking lot of her apartment block when the next 
text arrived. `Go back to the porn shop', it read, `get one of the customers 
to remove the eggs and then fuck you'. Her breath quickened as she read on, 
`Put on a show for them, act like the whore you know you are'.

She sat in the car stunned. Her mind was racing. She resented being called a 
whore, but deep down she knew the thought of fucking a complete stranger so 
publicly excited her, and that must make her a whore. Also she was so 
frazzled by the day long action of the eggs she was just desperate to cum. 
Her mind was still in overdrive when she found herself putting the car in 
reverse and driving back out of the lot towards the porn shop. It was like 
she was in a dream as she pulled up in the shabby car park once more, it 
felt like her mind and body had separated and she was a casual observer of 
her own actions, unable to stop the instincts that were driving her on.

All eyes were on her as she entered the shop. There were about ten 
customers, all men, browsing the porno videos and magazines. They followed 
her with their eyes as she walked slowly towards the magazine racks. She 
casually browsed the magazines as the male customers drew towards her, as if 
attracted by a magnet, their eyes no longer on the magazines they were 
flicking through but taking in every aspect of her body, the long slim legs 
emerging from beneath her short navy skirt, glowing brown under the lights 
of the shop. The sharp points of her nipples, perched on the gentle rise 
that constitutes her breasts, were beginning to stiffen and push against the 
thin material of her bra and top.

`Put on a show for them. Act like the whore you know you are'. She kept 
playing that instruction over and over in her head.

Slowly and very deliberately she stretched up to reach a magazine off the 
top shelf, knowing that her skirt was rising up her thighs and the thin 
material of her top was stretching over her small breasts.

As if browsing the pages of Cosmopolitan she turned the pages of the 
magazine, casually taking in the images of the group sex portrayed on the 
glossy pages. She stopped at a page showing a young girl crouching with her 
legs open, one hand spreading the moist lips of her pussy, the other holding 
an ejaculating penis like it was a microphone as a streamer of cum flew 
towards her face, caught on film in mid flight. Smiling to herself she 
looked around her, and realized she was surrounded by a group of very 
excited men, most of whom had given up any pretence of looking at the 
magazines in their hands, some using them to hide their obvious excitement.

She turned to face her audience.

Staring right at them with the sweetest schoolgirl smile she could muster 
she ran her hands slowly down her body, Over her breasts, down the flat of 
my stomach to the front of her skirt. She parted her legs slightly before 
slipping her hand up her skirt, her fingers disappear from view beneath the 
hem.

The atmosphere in the shop was electric. A couple of the guys watching were 
blatantly stroking their erect dicks through their trousers; others were 
just standing motionless, watching her every move.

"Excuse me", she directed this to the owner of the store who was sitting 
behind the counter watching me, "I would like to return the love eggs I 
bought yesterday"

"Sure", he smiled.

She crouched down her hand still hidden under her skirt as she slowly 
fingered her pussy. She looked up at the guys now crowding around, many of 
whom now had their erect dicks in their hands. She selected a well hung 
black guy standing towards the front of the group and gestured him over. She 
was shaking with anticipation, hardly able to believe she could behave like 
this, but loving every second of it.

"Can you help me?" She asked lifting her skirt and finally exposing her 
gaping wet pussy to the crowd. He reached down and ran his fingers along the 
length of her pussy causing her to shiver with excitement. He took hold of 
the string attached to the eggs that was protruding from her pussy and gave 
it a gentle tug. The eggs moved inside her body as he began to tug harder 
until the first egg finally slid out of her pussy. He took hold of it and 
with another pull he removed the second plastic ball.

`Put on a show for them. Act like the whore you know you are' she 
remembered.

She took the love eggs from him and licked her juice from them before 
reaching forward and taking his huge dick in her hand and pulling him 
towards her.

`Now fuck me' She whispered hoassly, `Fuck me hard with your big black 
dick'.

She lay back on the floor and let him lay on top of her, his hot breath on 
her cheek. She felt the warm tip of his dick push against the
entrance to her pussy then he pushed his length into her in one long slow 
stroke, filling her with his manhood and causing her to gasp with 
excitement.

`Oh yes', she moaned loudly as he began to fuck her faster. Following the 
exquisite torture of the love eggs she was already close to orgasm and the 
feeling of his hot dick ramming into her was driving her wild. He must have 
been close too because as she finally reached a shattering, screaming orgasm 
he came too, his hot cum splashing into her pussy.

Hot and sweaty she looked up at to the crowd of onlookers. Most of them had 
cum too and were stroking shrinking dicks or tucking cum soaked 
handkerchiefs into their pockets. Her lover pulled his still semi erect dick 
from her pussy with an audible squelch and slowly, still a little shaky from 
the shattering orgasm she had just experienced, she stood and brushed her 
skirt back into place.

"Thanks", she said to my dark lover and kissed him playfully, before turning 
and walking out the door.

Back in the car she held her head in her hands and wept. Her emotions were 
so screwed up she didn't know why she was crying. She felt ashamed about 
what she had done and what had driven her to act like such a slut. But that 
shame was tinged with excitement, she had enjoyed being fucked by a stranger 
in public and this worried her, what had the mysterious person controlling 
her emotions so well unleashed in her. Was she really a whore at heart?

She drove home still in tears, trying to come to terms with her emotions. As 
she walked into her apartment she felt a trickle of cum slide down her leg 
and she started sobbing harder.

A few hours later she was lying in bed trying to sleep. A long bath and 
several stiff drinks had settled her a little but she could not get the 
sense of excitement she had felt out of her mind. She was ashamed of what 
she had done, but at the same time she felt a desire to repeat the strong 
emotions of the day.

The next morning she stood in front of her wardrobe staring at the contents. 
She had laid a trouser suit out on the bed but could not bring herself to 
wear it. Eventually she slipped on a skirt and threw her panties back in a 
draw. She liked the feeling of her pussy being exposed under her skirt, she 
thought, and it would do no harm.

The next few days were agony. There were no text messages. She longed for 
some instruction, something that would bring back the thrill she felt when 
she was fucked in public at the porn store. The disgust she felt at the time 
was banished from her mind by the intense desire the memory invoked. She 
wore her skirt without panties every day and resisted the urge to play with 
herself for fear that she would be abandoned. At first she thought this 
silence was part of the game, but as more days passed she became more and 
more frantic until, laying in bed Sunday morning she realized how stupid she 
was being.

"I have the number", she thought, "I can contact them!"

She reached for her phone and scrolled through her old messages. With a 
trembling thumb she hit `reply' then paused. What should she say? Eventually 
she typed out `Have I done wrong?' and hit send.

She collapsed back onto the pillow with the phone resting on her naked 
stomach. A few seconds later the phone beeped.

`Do you wish to continue?' was the simple reply

Her hand shook with anticipation as she typed, knowing this was it, she was 
committing to something new and dangerous, but something she knew she had to 
do to fully understand herself. `Yes', she replied.

Again the response was instant.

`Have your nipples and labia pierced today. Remember you are a whore. Pay 
with your body not cash'

A few hours later she was on her back on the black leather bench of a tattoo 
parlor in one on the less desirable parts of town. She was naked and 
completely at the mercy of the tattooist. When she had asked how much and 
then suggested that an `arrangement' might be possible he responded quickly, 
locking the door and ordering her to strip.

She shut her eyes as the long haired biker took hold of her nipple. She felt 
something cold and metallic touch her nipple, clamping it, then she winced 
as a needle pierced the delicate flesh of her breast. Then he was touching 
her other nipple. She knew what to expect, first the metal against her skin, 
then, the prick of the needle.

He threaded two gold rings through the holes in her nipples. She was sore, 
but the pain was edged with the eroticism of the situation and the knowledge 
she was selling her body for the first time.

He ran his hand down her stomach bringing it to rest on her pussy, "Lift 
your knees and spread it wide", he ordered.

She felt his hands under her waist. He was lifting her up and pushing a 
pillow under her hips, lifting her exposed pussy into the air.

What was he going to do? She squirmed as he started to rub her pussy, 
running his fingers up and down her lips. She gasped with pleasure as he 
played with her. He had a good technique with just the right amount of 
attention to her clit. Then, just as she was about to cum, he began pulling 
at the lips of her pussy. It was the metal clamp again, this time on her 
outer labia.

She tensed then, "Uuggh", she swallowed her scream as the needle pierced her 
pussy lips. Then, before she had chance to recover, the clamp was on the 
other side, the needle once more piercing her delicate, sensitive, swollen 
little pussy.

Then his warm fingers against her again. He was pushing rings through her 
pussy lips.

Then nothing. No touching. She could hear his breath but he was not moving. 
She felt sore, her nipples and pussy stinging. She felt humiliated, her body 
had been defiled. But most of all she felt an overwhelming desire to be 
fucked. She was charged with pent up sexual frustration.

She opened her eyes to see him climb on the bench between her legs, his bad 
teeth smiling down at her. She looked to his crotch and saw his erect dick 
poking out through the zipper of his dirty jeans.

She shut her eyes again as she felt his warm dick at the entrance to her 
pussy. It felt huge as he guided it to the entrance of her gaping wet slit 
and pushed against her. Slowly the head of his dick penetrated her pussy. 
Then wham. With one huge thrust he rammed it into her - slamming against the 
neck of my womb.

"Arrgh!" , she stifled another scream as his cock pushed against the rings 
in her labia., it felt like he was ripping them out. He pulled his dick 
almost out before slamming it back into her pussy as hard as hard as he 
could. She wanted to cry but bizarrely she found herself enjoying the mixed 
sensation of pleasure as he penetrated her and searing pain from her pierced 
pussy lips.

He banged away and she started to writhe and groan as an orgasm began to 
build. Then it hit her. The most intensely pleasurable, earth shattering 
orgasm she had ever had. It ripped through her body like lightning, making 
her forget the pain searing through her pussy and leaving her a quivering 
wreck.

As her orgasm subsided he grunted and she felt his dick swell in her before 
it erupted with a hot rush of sperm splashing against her cervix as he 
filled her with his cum.

Immediately after ejaculating he climbed off and tucked his dick back into 
his jeans.

"I will give you some cream to put on the piercing", he said as she dressed.

She found it painful to walk as her legs rubbed on the newly installed rings 
in her labia so she made straight for her car and drove home.

The following morning she left for work with her nipples and pussy lips sore 
and throbbing from the rough treatment the day before. She expected another 
text instruction but nothing arrived that day or the next. Again the tension 
and frustration began to build, at night she was desperate to pleasure 
herself but held back for fear of offending her master.

The long awaited text finally arrived late one night.

`Pull hard on the rings. You need to feel the pleasure of pain to be a true 
whore'

She lay back on her bed and felt for the ring through her nipple. Slowly she 
pulled and twisted it, wincing at the pain but at the same time experiencing 
the unmistakable tingle of arousal deep in her pussy. She lowered her hand 
to her pussy and took hold of one of her pussy rings, again she pulled and 
twisted and again she felt the tantalizing mixture of pleasure and pain. Her 
fingers brushing against her pussy made her quiver with desire. She so 
desperately wanted to fuck herself with her fingers. She reached for the 
phone.

`Cn I ply w my pussy?' She texted.

`No!', came the response. Then, `The next relief you have will be at my 
hand'.

Tears of frustration rolled down her face as she texted, `When?'

`Soon', came the simple reply.

The next few days were agony. She was unable to concentrate on anything and 
was reprimanded several times for problems her inattention caused.

Finally she was called into Susan's office.

"What's wrong Alli?" her boss asked her as she shut the door.

"What do you mean?" Allison said as she sat down.

"You seem distracted and your work is suffering, is there a problem at 
home?" Sue asked

Allison found Sue hard to read, she was not sure if this was genuine 
concern, or if it was just a way of pointing out her work was suffering. She 
fobbed Sue off with a few bland comments and headed back to her desk.

She knew she should keep up with her work, but she did not care. She spent 
the whole time just waiting for the text message.

It finally arrived Friday lunchtime as she was talking to her colleague at 
her desk. Her hand shook as she reached for her phone.

"Are you ok Alli?' her colleague asked.

"Yeah fine", she replied nervously.

"Important call?" He asked as she opened the text.

`Are you ready to submit fully?' it read.

"Very", she replied as her colleague left her alone at her desk entering her 
reply.

`Yes'  she texted in response

The text back was an address a few blocks from her office.

Her heart was racing as, a few minutes later, she parked outside the 
nondescript building that matched the address on her phone. She was beeped 
through the door and took the elevator to the 4th floor.

She knocked the door and waited for a response. After a few moments silence 
she knocked again, agan with no response from inside. She checked her phone. 
This was the right address. She knocked again.

What was going on, was this all a big joke? She was about to leave when she 
decided to try the door. It was unlocked and she found herself in a bright 
white room reminiscent of a Doctors Surgery. The only furniture was a black 
leather treatment table, a black leather stool and a white cupboard. After a 
few minutes alone in the room she began to feel uncomfortable. Maybe she 
should have texted to ask what to do?

She returned to the door to find she was locked in. A few seconds later her 
phone beeped with a new message.

It said simply, `Undress'.

She looked around her then began to remove her clothes as instructed folding 
her discarded garments and leaving them on the stool.

Now naked she sat on the edge of the treatment table and waited, wondering 
what her master would be like.

She was breathless with anticipation. After months in their control this was 
to be the first time there had been physical contact. Up to now they had 
just been playing mind games with her; playing with her, testing her, 
teasing her. She had been pushed to the limit by their demands, she had done 
things she never dreamed of, and experienced ecstasy and humiliation at 
their control.

Chapter 2: Master takes control

Allison's heart began to race. Someone was opening the door. She was finally 
about to meet her tormentor face to face.

"Susan! What are you doing here?" Allison began to say, but the end of the 
sentence was lost as Susan slipped off her long leather overcoat.

Susan was a tall and, dressed like this, stunningly attractive woman. She 
was wearing thigh length black leather boots, a black leather studded bra 
and panties. She had a fantastic figure and a beautifully tanned skin. As 
she removed the cap her long dark hair, held in a tight pony tail, fell over 
her shoulder.

Allison was stunned. She had never considered that her master would be a 
woman, let alone her boss at work. Susan took a riding crop from the pocket 
of the coat before discarding it.

"Stand", she commanded.

Allison did as instructed, and her master signalled by rotating the crop 
that Allison should turn around slowly.

Allison felt vulnerable and apprehensive, not knowing what to expect of the 
situation, but at the same time she was immensely excited.

Susan approached and, standing behind her, took Allison's hair in her hands 
pulling her head back roughly. With one hand holding Allison's hair the 
other took hold of the ring through her nipple and twisted it roughly 
causing her to wince in pain. She then ran her hand over Allison's flat 
stomach and down to her pussy slipping her fingers into her now dripping wet 
womanhood before bringing her fingers up to her nose and sniffing the scent 
of Allison's pussy.

"You smell sweeter than I had imagined", she whispered in Allison's ear 
before pulling roughly at her hair. "Are you ready to play?"

"Yes Susan", Allison responded

"Yes Master!" Susan corrected her.

"Yes Master"

Susan opened the door of the cupboard and selected some leather wrist 
restraints with a short chain linking them. Smiling the whole time she 
buckled Allison in. Then she picked out a set of ankle restraints with a 
small metal bar holding them about a foot apart.

"Kneel!" She commanded and Allison dropped to her knees before Susan bound 
her ankles in the restraints. After admiring her work for a few seconds 
Susan sat on the floor, her pussy a few inches from Allison's face.

"Lick my pussy", Susan commanded and held the leather panties to one side to 
reveal her hairless wet pussy. Allison paused. She had never tasted a woman 
before and was momentarily taken aback by the sight of Susan's pussy so 
close to her face, the musky scent of her pussy filling her nostrils.

"Lick me!" Susan commanded again and taking Allison's hair in her hand she 
pulled her face into her crotch.

With her face buried in Susan's hot wet pussy Allison began to lick, tasting 
fo the first time the juice of another woman. She knew what she enjoyed when 
being given oral by her boyfriends and so knew instinctively how to please 
Susan. She was rewarded with moans of delight and began to lick Susan harder 
and faster, now enjoying the pleasure she was giving to her master.

Suddenly Susan arched her back, "Oh FUCK!" she screamed as an orgasm ripped 
through her. Allison was rewarded with a mouthful of hot pussy juice as 
Susan came and gulped it down greedily, eager to keep on pleasing her 
master, her own pussy twitching with excitement as she brought a woman to 
orgasm for the first time.

Susan returned to the cupboard and Allison shuddered when she saw the next 
restraint Susan had chosen. She was scared but there was nothing she could 
do. Susan kissed Allison hard, their tongues intertwined as they shared a 
passionate embrace for a few seconds.  Then Susan stood and slipped the huge 
black strap on dildo over her panties. Susan smiled seeing the scared look 
on Allison's face and returned to the cupboard, emerging with a ball gag 
which she slipped over Allison's head whispering, "can't have you screaming 
know can we!"

Allison was still trying to get used to just breathing through her nose when 
she felt the cold tip of the dildo touch the entrance to her pussy. Her 
pussy began to open to accommodate the huge sex toy, feeling like it was 
going to split open as Susan inch the stiff plastic into her tight pussy. 
Susan slapped Allison's buttock as she began to fuck her with the big black 
plastic cock. It hurt at first but soon Allison was enjoying the sensation 
of being fucked and slapped at the same time and began to push back on the 
dildo.

"Want it faster eh?" Susan said and began to fuck Allison with long hard 
strokes, slapping her hard between thrusts.


Allison began to feel an orgasm building and, sensing it too Susan licked 
her thumb and thrust it into Allison's tight little but hole.

"Huumph!" Allison screamed against the gag as a huge orgasm ripped through 
her body and collapsed forward, completely spent.



Should I continue? What should happen next? Email me your feedback and ideas 
- davidlavenham@hotmail.com

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