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A Sex Memoir
Chapter 16

Fortunately for me I had a place to go:  Ann's room.  We spent
the rest of the afternoon, and the entire evening, together,
curled up on the couch.  Not much was said.  I groused that if I
wasn't a girl, I wouldn't like men so much.  If I didn't like men
so much, I wouldn't be a slut.  If I wasn't a slut, I wouldn't be
getting caned the next day.  It was all inconclusive, simply
talking to talk.  Ann did inject some reason, but it was not
reassuring.

"Didn't you say that you're better after you've been punished?"
she asked.  "Didn't your stepdad say that?"

"Shit, you would remember that," I said, wincing.

"If it's true," said Ann, "at least Lance isn't finding out until
tomorrow.  If he found out on Monday, he might have caned you
every day this week."

"Gosh," I said, "I had no idea there was a silver lining here.  I
should be grateful for the way things are turning out."

"All right, smartass," said Ann, "you don't have to get snippy."

"I'm sorry, Ann, I really am.  The real silver lining to this
week is that I met you.  I wouldn't even have a place to stay if
it wasn't for you."

"Timmy would take you in," said Ann.

"That would be just peachy," I said.  "All night sucking the dick
that got me into this to begin with.  Timmy is history, just like
all the other men here.  I hope."

Ann went out for food again about eight.  I didn't eat much, nor
did I get much sleep that night.  Ann and I did sleep together,
without the sex, and she was not only a consolation, she was the
best consolation.  She was truly an angel for sticking with me.

Ann's room saw plenty of traffic in the early evening, when girls
went out, and early morning, when they came back.  Aside from my
girlfriend, they were the only distraction.  The room fell silent
about 3 AM, as I could tell from an annoying cell phone one of
the girls had.  The same cell phone told me I was awake at seven.
 Ann slept until ten.  She got up and puttered around, picking up
leftover food and food containers.

"Why are you doing that?" I asked.

"I'm used to keeping things tidy," she said.  "Once you get used
to it, you can't pass a candy wrapper on the sidewalk without
picking it up."

At 10:45, she pulled me to my feet.  "Coming?" she asked.

"I don't have an option, but I sure wish I did."

"You said your stepdad caned you three days straight once, didn't
you?"

"You have a way of reminding me of things I don't want to
remember," I answered.

"Well, today won't be as bad as that," she said.  "Now come on."

I put on my shorts and tank top.  Might as well look like shit if
I'm going to be treated like it, I thought.  We, or rather I,
trudged out of Ann's room and up the stairs.  When we arrived
outside room 213, I told Ann to knock.  Lance opened the door and
let us in.  Johnny and Eddy were sitting on opposite ends of the
couch, but they didn't say anything to us.  Lance picked the
cuffs up off the table.

"Take off those clothes," he said.  He turned to Ann.  "You
too."

I jerked my head in Ann's direction, expecting her to protest. 
She just nodded her head and took off her clothes.

"Why does she have to come?" I asked.  "She hasn't done
anything."

"Maybe, maybe not," said Lance, "but whether her fault is one of
omission or commission, she's coming."

I wanted to protest again, but thought better of it.  Lance was
committed, and I didn't want to reinforce his commitment.  Lance
threw his van keys to Eddy.  "Pull the van up next to the
passageway," he said.  "We'll be there in a minute."

Eddy struggled to his feet and left.  A minute later, Lance led
me out of the room by my leash, and Ann followed.  There weren't
many people about, but those that were stopped and stared as we
passed by.  Lance got us into the van without incident and we
drove off.

What had before been only a caning to be feared now became a
caning that was imminent.  I started wishing for engine failure,
or a flat tire, or even an accident, anything that would halt our
progress.  Lance, though, drove defensively, stopping to yield
the right-of-way to every car that turned in front of us and
slowing to a stop whenever a light in front of us turned yellow.
The pace was like being led to gallows.  When we pulled up to the
back door of the leather shop, Lance knocked twice at the door,
waiting patiently for someone to answer.  After the second knock,
I was sure that the shop was closed.  I was ready to exult when
Lance knocked a third time with still no answer.  I had opened my
mouth to say that Rene had forgotten about us, when Becca opened
the door.

"You're a little early," she said, as she let us in.  She pointed
at Ann.  "Who's this?"

"The little slut's girlfriend," said Lance.

My heart sank.  Lance had brought Ann along just to show Becca I
had a girlfriend.  What was already shaping up to be a bad day
had taken a turn for the worse.

"They've been fucking each other since the day they met," said
Lance.

"Hmph," Becca snorted.  "I'll tell Rene you're here."

It was ten minutes before Rene appeared.  I must have switched
from standing on my left foot, to my right foot, and back again
fifty times before he walked in.  Ann had inched up beside me,
but she had stood still, looking down at the floor.  Her
composure was both amazing and unsettling.

"Who's this girl?" asked Rene, pointing to Ann.  "She been
causing trouble, too?"

"Can't say for sure," said Lance, "but she's the little slut's
girlfriend."

"No matter," said Rene, "I've got room for both of them.  Follow
me."

We walked out into the shop.  My heart sank again when I saw that
there were customers, all men, of course, wandering the aisles. 
We turned to the right and passed a naked girl, a collar around
her neck, standing against the wall.  When Rene didn't stop to
put a collar on Ann and me, Lance spoke up.

"Aren't you going to park them here while we look around?" asked
Lance.

"Nah," said Rene, "those places are for girls whose doms are only
looking at merchandise.  We have another place for girls who are
here on business."

I knew what the business was, but I wasn't eager to find out
where Rene would put me.  We walked along the back wall of the
shop until we reached the far wall.  There we turned left and
walked another fifty feet.  There, in a recess in the wall, under
a low overhang, stood four frames.  My stomach was already tied
in knots and my heart was racing, but the frames gave me
something more to worry about.

"All right, you," Rene said to Ann, "step over here."  He pointed
to a spot in front of the first frame on the right.  Ann stepped
to the indicated spot.  Rene took in hand a ball gag that was
hanging above the frame and, after Ann obligingly opened her
mouth, gagged her.  "Spread your feet," he ordered.  When Ann
did, he cuffed her ankles to the rear frame supports.  "Lean
forward," Rene said, and when Ann did he cuffed her hands to the
front supports of the frame.  The frame had two horizontal
supports, one at the waist and another, a foot forward, that now
supported Ann's torso.  Her head, though, was lower than her tail
because the horizontal support at her waist was several inches
higher than the forward support.  I watched all this with growing
unease.  As Rene was about to attach me to a frame, I trembled
all over.  "I have to pee," I said.

Rene didn't flinch.  "Becca," he called out loudly.  Becca was at
his side almost immediately.  "This bitch says she has to pee. 
Make sure she's not lying."

Becca dutifully took my leash and led me to the bathroom.  I say
bathroom, but it was only a commode in a small room with no door.
 Becca dropped my leash.  "Do your business," she said.  

I did, in fact, have to pee, and badly.  It took me over a minute
to relieve myself.  Becca ordered me to stand up when I was done.
 She picked up my leash and led me back to the frame where Rene
and Lance were waiting.

Being secured to a frame was both frightening and uncomfortable.
The frame was designed for a taller girl, and when I bent over
after having my ankles cuffed, only my toes reached the floor. 
The front support of the frame was narrow, and it cut into my
stomach as I bent forward.  I had to push up with my toes to keep
my stomach from resting on the support.  It got worse when I was
bent forward.  The front support was also too high, and it cut
into my chest just below my tits.  I had to strain my lower back
to keep off the forward support, but when I did, the rear support
cut into my stomach.  The supports weren't breaking the skin, but
they were still very uncomfortable.

"You punish girls here?" asked Lance, once I was in place.

"Nope," said Rene, "but this is where they wait until we do."

Rene and Lance walked away.  I turned to look at Ann.  I could
see her feet were on the floor, so she wasn't suffering from the
supports of the frame as I was.  Her eyes, though, told me she
was suffering.  I could see her move her tail back and forth,
trying to find the least painful position.

I couldn't move my tail at all without making things worse.  I
tried breathing deeply in an effort to relax, but it didn't help
much.  After a few minutes, my neck got tired and I let my head
hang down.  Between my legs, I could see customers down the aisle
behind me, browsing through the shelves.  I didn't have to wonder
what they could see, and even to a new customer it would have
been obvious why I was there.  Every man who came down the aisle,
and it seemed to me now that the clientele had doubled, spent
several seconds eyeing the ass and the pussy of the helpless
little slut who would soon be punished.  It was completely
humiliating.

I was wrong about one part.  I thought Rene and Lance would
return in a few minutes, anxious to get on with caning me.  They
didn't.  The minutes stretched on, and every man I saw between my
legs made me feel worse.  That is not to say that my mind wasn't
completely focused on the caning to come.  It was.  It only
slowly dawned on me, however, that leaving me attached to the
frame was a humbling prelude to what was to come.

It took Rene and Lance half an hour to return with what, I was
sure, they could have found in five minutes.  I was ready, had
long been ready, to be released and led wherever they wanted to
take me.

"This is the cane you should use on the little one," said Rene. 
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Rene hand the cane to
Lance.  "Give it a try and see how it feels."  I tightened up my
ass in preparation, but Lance did not swing.  He stood behind me,
but just in my view, raising the cane shoulder high, then letting
it fall.  This he did several times.  Then Rene broke in.

"You've done this before?" asked Rene.

"No, not exactly," said Lance.

"Give me that thing," said Rene.  "Now on a little ass like this,
you've got to be careful to land the tip.  If you don't land the
tip, the cane will just wrap around her ass.  It will hurt, but
it won't get the job done right."  Rene laid the cane on my ass.
"Right about there is what you're shooting for."  Lance had a
doubtful expression on his face as Rene held out the cane to him.
 Lance didn't take it right away.  "If you want me to take care
of this, I can," said Rene.

"I'm sure you're better at it than I am," Lance replied.

"Fine with me," said Rene smiling.  "It's kind of an art.  Let me
explain."

My shoulders slumped and I let my head hang limply.  The
horizontal supports were gradually becoming more painful, and my
toes were so fatigued that I had to relax them for a minute. 
This only made the support under my stomach hurt more.

"Every punishment must have a purpose," Rene explained, "even if
the purpose is just to remind the slut that she must continue to
behave.  That is not the case here.  This little slut can suck
dick with the best of them and she's a great fuck.  But she's
acting on instinct.  She has no self-control.  Young as she is,
there's plenty of room for improvement.  She can get better at
sex and she can be more obedient.  This is the difficult part. 
If punishment makes her better at sex, she might disobey again
and bring another boy to your room.  If she becomes more
obedient, her sexual performance might suffer.  That's why
punishment must be a process.  You can't just wail on her ass and
expect to get good results.  I've tied her down to the frame to
focus her attention.  For some girls, an hour or two on the frame
makes for better results than caning her.  For a slut like this,
she gets seen the way she really is: her thighs are spread wide
and her pussy is exposed.  That's the way she is in real life:
she's always spreading her thighs and her pussy is always ready.
Being on the frame is just an affirmation.  She might be
humiliated, but her position on the frame says just what she
wants to say."  Rene looked at Lance.  "Get it?"

"Ah, yeah, sure," said Lance.

"Good," said Rene.  "Once she gets used to the frame, her
performance will improve.  That, however, leaves out the
obedience part.  This slut is too young to have learned much of
that, unless her ass has suffered before.  Have you been caned
before, Cat?"

This was going from very bad to very, very bad.  Rene was much
more insightful than I thought he could be.  I wasn't at all sure
that being tied down to a frame was the ultimate expression of
who I was, but Rene was right when he said I was a slut.  His
insights, unpalatable as they may be, were making me
uncomfortable if, in my present position, that was possible. 
Fearful as I was of what he might do if I told the truth, I
suspected that he might be able to pry it out of me if I lied.  I
nodded.

"Good to know," said Rene.  "More than five times?" he asked.

I nodded again.

"More than ten?" he asked.

I hung my head in despair, then nodded again.  I could see
between my legs that a small group of men had gathered at the end
of aisle behind me.

"I won't ask anymore," said Rene, "because any girl who's been
caned that often has had some lessons in obedience.  She slipped
up, but in a good way.  We'll see what the cane can do in a few
minutes."

"You're not going to take her in the back room, are you Rene?"
one of the men standing behind me asked.

"That's what I always do," came the answer.

"It makes no sense to go to all the trouble of moving her," said
another.  "If you believe your own words, it will be more
effective to punish her here."

"You know very well there's more to come after she's caned," said
Rene.  "I can't very well do that here."

"Sure you can," a third man said.  "You said she was a great
cocksucker.  I want to see for myself."

Out of the corner of my eye I could Rene's expression lapse into
thoughtfulness.  He looked around the shop and then called out to
Becca.   "Lock the doors and put up the closed sign," he said
when Becca arrived.  He turned to the men behind me, a group
which had now grown to at least ten.  "I think I know all you
gentlemen.  But I have to warn you that what happens here, stays
here.  And I don't want any of you bringing your subs in
expecting the same thing for them.  An hour or two on the frame
is one thing.  But you should be handling your domestic affairs
elsewhere.  Agreed?"

All the men assented.

"Very well," said Rene, "we'll begin presently.  I have a good
deal of the scotch and whiskey you've given me over the years in
my office.  Let's all have a drink or two."

"Here, here," a few of the men replied, and a moment later Ann
and I were left alone.

I could not believe the turn events had taken.  I was about to be
caned for an audience of men who clearly knew what a punishment
should be.  Once that was over, Rene, and surely others, would
demand sex, and I would have to perform up to expectations.  If I
didn't, I could find myself tied down the frame again, perhaps
for another hour or two, when the whole process would be
repeated.  I thought about what Rene had said about the real me.
If I really was the girl, the slut, he said I was, then maybe I
was where I belonged.  If not, then I wondered how I got here.

It struck me, and not pleasantly, that Rene had ignored Ann.  In
a way, I was happy about that, since Ann was blameless.  But I
didn't want to go back to the motel the only girl with a sore
ass.  Misery loves company, and Ann with a sore ass would be
better company than Ann without.

None of my musing distracted my thoughts from the caning I was
about to suffer.  I imagined, reasonably enough, that Rene was as
expert in action as he was in words.  That thought made me
squirm, which only made me more uncomfortable.  It was half an
hour before I heard footsteps moving toward me.  Anguished though
I was, my body went rigid.  It took several minutes for the men
to gather behind me, but finally Rene stepped to my side.

"Now, you little slut," said Rene.  "I want to make sure you know
why you're being punished.  You broke a rule that you know you
shouldn't have broken.  When you leave here, I expect you to be
more obedient.  Do you understand?"

My situation had degenerated to the hopeless.  I nodded my head
feebly.

"I want more agreement than that," said Rene.  "Show me that you
understand."

This time, I nodded my head three times.

"Good," said Rene.  "Gentlemen," he said, turning to the group
behind me, "we are ready to begin."

Rene raised the cane and struck me firmly.  It was enough to make
my limbs shake, but nothing more.  He struck me the same way four
more times.  On the fifth stroke, he landed the tip of the cane
on the center of my right cheek.  The sting was severe, and I
cried out through my ball gag.

"Finally a useful stroke," said Rene.  "I apologize for being so
shoddy.  This little ass requires more concentration than I
thought."

The sixth stroke was much harder than any of the first five, and
Rene managed to land the tip in almost the same spot as he had on
the fifth.  This time I screamed through the ball gag.

"A little more force than necessary," opined Rene.  "I'll hold
that one for later."

Rene was now accomplishing what I thought impossible.  He had me
dreading a stroke with the cane, even as he made my ass sting
with the strokes he was giving me.  He struck me three more times
firmly enough to make me cry out, but the anticipation of another
painful stroke seized my mind.  I knew it was coming and I was
completely helpless to keep it from coming.

The tenth stroke was stronger than the preceding three, but not
the one that would make me convulse.  Similarly the eleventh
stroke.  I had been able to prepare, sort of, for each stroke by
tensing the muscles in my ass.  I could hear the whistle of the
cane as it rushed toward.  Rene, though, knew his job, and
immediately after the eleventh stroke the cane stung my relaxed
ass with the stroke Rene had promised.  Every muscle in my body
convulsed and I screamed loud enough to hurt my vocal cords.  The
pain rippled out from my ass down my thighs and up my to my tits.
 I felt like my nipples were sparking.

I could see Rene holding the cane, preparing for another stroke.
When my scream died away, I groaned piteously.  "I think,
gentlemen, we have made the necessary impression.  Now we shall
find out if I'm right."

Rene freed my ankles and my wrists, then bound my wrists with the
cuffs I had come with.  He dropped his pants.  "Blow me, you
little slut," he said.

I was shaking violently and my knees were so weak I could barely
stumble over to Rene.  When I got on my knees, I took his dick in
my mouth and began stroking as vigorously as I could.  I hummed
so loudly I was nearly shouting.

"That's good," said Rene, "but this is a blow job, not a rodeo. 
Convince me you want my dick."

I wasn't sure how I could be more convincing, but I knew I didn't
want to be put back on the frame.  I stroked a little less
forcefully and lowered my voice.

"That's better," said Rene.  "You're a girl, so act like one."

I assumed Rene meant that I should be more feminine, so that's
what I tried to be.  I began rotating my hips, which made me more
aware of the sting in my ass.  That, in turn, made me realize
just how subordinate I was to the man who had caned me.  I was
his property, and my survival depended on his good will.  As I
stroked his dick, I begged for mercy.

"That's just right," Rene said two minutes later.  "We need two
more men to agree.  Russell," he said, "let this slut blow you
for a few minutes."

Russell was the man I had missed on my first trip to the leather
shop.  He was a tall, slender man, and when Rene gave me to him,
he dropped his pants and ordered me over to him.  My knees had
recovered somewhat, and I was able to cover the five feet to
Russell without stumbling.  When I saw his dick, I nearly gasped.
 He was a big as Crawford.

"You need three men to say you're satisfactory," I heard Rene
say.  "Russell is the second."

I was too short to get Russell in my mouth from my knees.  He sat
down on his haunches, and I immediately went down on him.  He was
not a man I could stroke forcefully at the outset, but I knew I
couldn't spend any time teasing him.  I got half his dick in my
mouth on the first stroke, then gathered my strength and dove
down as far as I could.  The head of his dick didn't breach my
throat.  I tried three more times to take all of his dick, but
failed all three times.  There was simply more man than I could
handle.  I fully expected Russell to give a me thumbs down at any
moment, but he let me go on for three minutes.  Then he told me
to stop.

"What say you, Russell?" asked Rene.

"She has the vigor and the desire," said Russell.  He paused and
I nearly fainted.  "I can't fault her.  She's as good as a little
girl can get."  I nearly fainted again.

"We need one more opinion," said Rene.  "The man who brought her
must decide."

Lance rather tentatively stepped forward.  He dropped his pants,
let me stroke him for only a minute, then pronounced me
satisfactory.

"All right, gentlemen," said Rene.  "We're done with the initial
part.  Now let's get to the fun part.  Over here, slut," he said,
and pointed to a spot in front of the frame.

Whatever elation I had felt at passing the blow job test
disappeared.  Rene, I was sure, was about to cane me again.  He
pulled a towel from the wall that was hanging behind the frame,
doubled it over, and draped it over the frame support closest to
me.  "Lean over," he said.  I sighed heavily and leaned forward.
He bound my ankles to the frame's rear supports.

"Gentlemen," said Rene, "you see before you a slut who has
offered her pussy to all.  Fuck her as she wants to be fucked."

The punishment was now about to become a gang bang, but I'm not
reluctant to admit that I was happy I wouldn't be caned any more.
 My ass was still stinging badly, and as each man fucked me I was
reminded of it.  Each man pushed against my ass with every
stroke, and it was like being caned all over again.  The
unfortunate thing was that I got aroused.  The fifth man, or
something like that, forced me to an orgasm and it was
excruciating.  I have never, before or since, felt an orgasm that
hurt so much externally and felt so good internally.  My limbs
were convulsing the same way they had when Rene had caned me.  My
mind was convulsing as well.  I thought I was about to lose it.

When the fucking stopped, my body was so tight I thought the
muscles in my legs might snap.  I was hoping against hope that
Rene was done with me.  It was then that he freed Ann.

"You're the little slut's girlfriend," said Rene, "and you helped
her into this mess.  Now clean her up."

Ann got on her knees behind me and began licking the cum out of
my pussy.  There was enough cum to satisfy the hungriest of
girls, or slaves, and Ann took to her task with a will.  She
probed me more deeply than I thought possible.  I could feel her
tongue hook upward as she pulled it out of my pussy, drawing cum
with it at every stroke.  She was marvelously erotic, pausing
several times to slip her tongue between my lips and over my
clit.  I didn't want her to drive me to an orgasm but, perhaps
she was afraid Rene would cane her, she was sweetly relentless. 
It seemed like fifteen minutes, but she finally achieved her
goal.  I cried out softly as an orgasm washed over me.

She continued for another two minutes, making my orgasm last as
long as she could.  Finally, my ass relaxed and I drooped over in
exhaustion.

"Gentlemen, we're done," said Rene with a flourish.  "Becca, you
can unlock the doors and let our guests leave."

The men all thanked Rene for a pleasant afternoon and filed out.
Once they had left, Rene turned to Lance.  "Take this slave," and
here he pointed to Ann, "out to your van.  I'll bring the little
slut along presently."  After Lance and Ann left, Rene unbound my
ankles.  "I'd like a word with you," he said.  "Would you feel
more comfortable standing or kneeling."

"Kneeling," I said.

"Very well.  Knell," he ordered.

"I've been working here twenty years," he said, "and I've seen
lots of subs and lots of slaves pass through here.  Some have
begged for mercy, others have submitted without a whimper.  A
few, a very few, responded as you have.  Punishment makes you
better, doesn't it?"

"Yes, sir, it does," I admitted.

"Is that why you didn't lie when I asked you how many times you'd
been caned?"

"No, sir," I said.

"Then why didn't you lie?" Rene asked.

"Because I lied once, got caught, and was caned three days in a
row for it."

"I see," said Rene.  "Do you think I was unfair when I said you
were in your natural position on the frame?"

I jerked my head up and looked at him.  "Oh no, sir, I mean yes,"
I said quickly.

"Did I misjudge you?" Rene asked.  "Didn't you like being fucked
by those men?"

I hung my head and trembled.

"Don't play the frightened little girl with me," he said gently.

"Yes, sir, I liked it."

"As I thought, but it's best to hear you say it.  Did I cane you
enough?"

At this question, I trembled even more violently.

"No time for histrionics," said Rene.  "Did I?"

"You had," I paused, but didn't continue.

"Yes?" he asked.  "I had you what?"

"You had me on the edge," I said.  "One or two more and I would
have been . . ."

"Would have been what?"

"Would have been your slave," I said.

"I'm sorry I let you down," Rene replied.  "Would you like me to
make up for it?"

I looked up at him and searched his eyes.  They were
simultaneously stern and gentle.  I could barely believe I was
even considering answering yes.  My mouth fell open, but no words
came out.  He waited patiently for me to answer.  As if there was
a hand at my back, I finally nodded.  "Yes, sir," I said, just
above a whisper.

"Get up, then, and stand in front of the frame."

Rene removed the towel from the near support.  He bent me over,
cuffed my ankles, removed my cuffs, then attached my wrists to
the supports on the other side of the frame.  How I could have
forgotten how it felt be attached to the frame, how it felt to
lose all freedom, I don't know.  Once I was bound, Rene fingered
my pussy.

"You're exposed again," he said.  "Not just your pussy and your
ass, but all of you.  You don't want to hide, and now you're not.
 That's why you came here in the first place.  You wanted to show
who you really are.  Now that you've shown me, you can show
everyone else.  Am I right?"

The support under my stomach was already hurting badly.  "Yes,
sir," I said, squeezing out the words.

Rene picked up the cane and struck my ass firmly.  Without the
ball gag, my short cry could be clearly heard.  He struck me
again, about as firmly.  "It wasn't hard enough, was it?" he
asked.  "I trust you to tell me the truth."

"No, it wasn't," I gasped.

"Relax your ass," he said, "and don't tense it before the cane
lands.  You know why."

"Yes, sir, I know why," I said.

I relaxed every muscle in my body.  Rene raised the cane and
swung as if to strike me.  I didn't flinch.

"Good girl," he said, "or rather, good slut.  Do you prefer slut
or slave?"

"Slut, sir," I said, "slut."

"Then slut it shall be.  Don't tense your ass before the cane
lands, slut."

He struck me again and the pain rippled out from my ass and just
as quickly rippled back.  I cried out loudly.

"Is that the best one yet?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, it is."

"How many more?" he asked.

"Three, sir, or you can decide," I said.  He fingered my pussy. 
"Relax," he said.

Rene waited a full minute before striking me again.  The pain was
very intense, worse than any I had felt, and I regretted that I
had agreed to three more.

"Relax," he said, and his voice was no longer gentle.  My
shoulders trembled violently, but I did as I was bid.  Rene
waited another minute before striking me again.  This time the
pain was nearly beyond enduring and my cry echoed off the walls.
Rene fingered me again.  "You're not done yet," he said.  This
time he waited for what seemed like an eternity.  I knew he was
watching my ass to see if it tensed.  The muscles in my back were
tensed, but somehow I kept my ass relaxed.  Finally, he struck me
again, this time with more force than ever before.  My cry was
long and loud, and tears ran down my cheeks.

"That, I think, pushed you over the edge," said Rene.  He freed
my hands, but then bound my wrists behind my back.  He did not
immediately unbind my ankles, though.  Instead, he walked away
and returned with a chair.  He stripped off his pants, unbound my
ankles, and sat down on the chair.  "Show me you're the slut I
think you are."

My knees were weak, but I stepped over to him with all the aplomb
I could muster.  His dick was very hard, and I kissed the head,
worked my lips over and off it several times, then began stroking
him.

"No blow job is better than the one a slut gives after she's been
caned," said Rene sternly, "and there's no blow job a slut enjoys
more.  You'll show me now if I've caned you enough."

Rene had given all that I could have wanted, and I stroked his
dick, sometimes lovingly, sometimes violently.  He had reduced me
to a complete submissive, and I was keenly aware of the
difference between us.  We existed on different planes, and his
was miles above mine.  When he came, I swallowed hungrily, then
licked his dick several minutes before he told me to stop.  He
stood up and put on his pants.

"When you go back to the motel with Lance," he said, "remember
what it was like to be bound to the frame.  Not just today, but
always.  Tonight, find the biggest gang bang you can.  Fuck all
night, and suck off every man like you sucked me off.  Swallow
them all, and don't quit until the men are fucked out.  Then find
that boy you misbehaved with and give him everything he wants."

"Yes, sir," I replied.

With that, Rene unwrapped my leash and led me out the van where
Lance and Ann were waiting.


Epilogue


When I sat down in the van next to Ann, Lance turned around and
looked at me.

"What took you so fucking long?" he asked.

"Rene wanted to ask me a few things," I said.  "That's all."

"The answers must have been lectures," said Lance.  He put the
van in gear and we drove off.  Ann put her arm around my shoulder
and gently played with one of my tits.  I felt no urge to
protest.  Rene had turned me into a submissive.  Besides, Ann had
been punished too, if not with a cane, and I felt very close to
her.  We were two criminals who had suffered together.

I did what Rene told me to do.  The gang bang was in Crawford's
room and lasted into the wee hours of the morning.  When Ann and
I returned to room 213, we showered and lay together on the
floor.  I gave her all the details of my final hour with Rene.

"Doesn't sound like much fun," said Ann, "but maybe you had to
prove something to yourself.  What are you going to do about
Timmy?"

"First I'm going to lie here with you for an hour or two.  When
it starts to get light outside, I'll go tap on his door."

"I definitely like the first part of your plan," said Ann.  "Any
requests?"

"Just treat me like your girlfriend," I said, "the girlfriend you
sleep with every night."

"I couldn't ask for a nicer job," Ann replied.

My lover kissed me, fingered me, ran her finger around my clit
enough to nearly make me have an orgasm, but demanded nothing of
me.  It was the best two hours we spent together all week, unless
you count our nights on the beach.  Just before dawn, I found
Timmy.  The balcony was deserted.  He quietly brought a chair out
from his room and I sucked him off as the sun rose.  It was the
most blatantly exhibitionist thing I had done the entire week,
but it suited Rene's opinion of me, and probably my own.

When I got back to room 213, none of the men were up.  I laid
down next to Ann and finally fell asleep.  When I awoke, Jared
was in the room asking Lance how the week had gone.

"She's a handful," said Lance, "but we had some fun."

Jared led me out to his van, took off my cuffs, and we set out
for home.  I was a different girl.  Or not.

2013, by Cheryl Allen Tessler.  Other works by the author can be
found at <a
href="https://sizzlereditions.com/?s=SearchResults.asp%3FCat%3D25
0&search_404=1">https://sizzlereditions.com/?s=SearchResults.asp%
3FCat%3D250&search_404=1</a>

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