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The David Donaldson Chronicles Chapter 3 Heather's Penance

   M/F mild D/s mild BDSM oral anal

   After his incident at the sorority house, David spent the next day in
meetings, making money, schmoozing the client, doing what he was paid to
do.

   When he returned to his room and checked his mail he discovered a new
message in his Gmail box.  It was from Heather.

   "This is a surprise.  I wonder what she wants."

   He opened the message.

   Dear David:

   I'm sorry for what my sorority sisters and I did yesterday.  We had a
big meeting after they came home from the beer run and found me tied to the
bed and you gone.  We were all pretty scared.  What if you'd been some
violent sex murderer or something?  We were stupid.  I want you to know it
won't happen again.  I'm taking down my AFF account, and so is Summer.  We
were the only two on there.

   I hope you can forgive us for what we did.  We didn't mean any real harm
and we never intended to hurt anyone.  You made us see that actions have
consequences.

   I would really like to make this up to you in some way.  Could I come to
your hotel room tonight and show you how sorry I am?  I'd completely
understand if you didn't ever want to see me again.

   Heather

   "So she wants to make it up to me and that involves visiting my hotel
room.  Well, I wouldn't need to be a genius to see what's going on here,"
David said.  "What the hell." David clicked on reply.

   Dear Heather,

   I'm at the Hilton Garden Inn, room 715.  Be here by 8:00 p.m.  or don't
bother coming.  You need a key card to get to this level.  When you arrive,
call my room on the house phone in the lobby and I'll come and get you.

   David

   He clicked send.

   "There.  That oughta do it."

   Fast forward a couple of hours...

   The phone rang.

   David looked at his watch.  Eight on the dot.  "Good girl, Heather,"
David murmured.

   "Hello?"

   "David?  It's Heather.  I'm downstairs."

   Her voice sounded a bit shaky, David thought.  "She's scared.  Good
grief - am I a monster?" David thought.

   "I'll be right down."

   He hung up the phone without saying anything else, grabbed his room key,
and walked down the hall to the elevator.  Moments later, he was in the
lobby, and there was Heather, wearing a long coat and penny loafers.

   "Hello, Heather."

   "Hi David," Heather said, quietly, her head down.

   David put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up so that she had
to look him in the eye.

   "What's going on?  What's all this about?"

   "Please, David, can we go to your room and talk?"

   "All right, but when we get there, I want some sort of explanation,"
David said.

   They did not speak again until the door closed behind them and they were
alone in David's room.  Heather went in first and stood next to the desk,
her coat still on, her head down.

   "Well Heather, you asked for this meeting, so I guess you have the
floor. What's on your mind?"

   Heather stood mute.  David waited, thinking of the old sales adage: "he
who speaks first loses."

   David stood just inside the door, his arms folded across his chest,
implacable as death.  This went on for what seemed like a long time but in
reality was only about a minute.  Heather finally let out a long sigh,
having apparently reached a decision or overcome some inner conflict.

   "I want you to take me and use me like a slut.  Bang me like a whore. 
Fuck me in every hole.  I want you to use me like your own personal fuck
toy; a piece of meat.  I want you to tie me down and bang me like a drum."

   Heather said all of this in a rush of words like she was tearing off a
verbal band aid.  She was looking at her feet.

   "I see.  What's under the coat, Heather?"

   Heather shrugged and the long wool coat fell from her shoulders. 
Underneath she was wearing an outfit that must have come from the porno
central wardrobe - a white blouse with a plaid skirt, white knee socks, and
the aforementioned loafers.  It was the cliché "schoolgirl" costume.  She
was obviously not wearing a bra.  David had to fight the urge to laugh. 
She was trying so hard.  He almost felt bad for her.  Almost.

   "If this is supposed to make up for what happened last night and that's
all it is, then you can put the coat back on and leave right now because
I'm not interested.  Having sex with someone who's doing it as a duty or
out of obligation is repugnant to me.  Is that what this is Heather?"

   "Last night, when you turned the tables and had me helpless, it was the
most turned on I've ever been in my life.  I've never felt that way before.
I want to feel that way again.  That's why I'm here.  Yes, I feel bad about
what happened, but I wouldn't have had to come here to let you know how
sorry I was."

   "Your e-mail made that pretty clear, yes."

   "So this is different.  You flipped a switch somewhere that left an itch
that I can't scratch.  And I desperately want it scratched.  Please...just
take me."

   "Can you follow instructions, exactly, without foolish objections or
stupid questions?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "Don't call me sir.  I work for a living." David paused, thinking.  "For
tonight, call me Daddy."

   "Yes, Daddy," Heather said, quietly, the corners of her mouth turning up
slightly in the barest hint of a smile.  Her whole body shook as she said
those words.  David knew he'd struck a nerve with his wild guess.

   "Go into the bathroom and do not come out until I tell you to."

   "Yes, Daddy," Heather said.  She walked into the bathroom and David shut
the door after her.  Then he went to the desk and opened up the MasterPC
program.

   "If I'm going to do this, I'm going to make sure no one gets hurt," he
murmured as he typed Heather's name into the software and watched her
image, complete with the slutty schoolgirl costume, slowly rotate on his
screen.

   While David didn't do anything to Heather's mind, he did make some
changes to her body.  He wanted to make sure he could fuck her as hard as
he wanted for as long as he wanted without doing any damage.  He wanted to
be able to give her what she came for without her suffering any physical
consequences and he wanted her to be able to enjoy it as much as he would.
Oh she'd probably be sore for a few days and would certainly walk funny
when she left the hotel room, but she would recover quickly and there would
be no permanent damage.  He also tweaked her nervous system just a smidgeon
to give her a few more pleasure receptors in key areas, and, because he had
a serious clitoral fetish, he gave her a bigger one.  He clicked send and
then closed the program.

   "Heather.  Come here."

   "Yes, Daddy," came the voice muffled by the bathroom door.  The door
opened and she came out, her hands clasped in front of her, her eyes on the
floor at her feet.  Her face was pink with excitement - a pink flush that
went down her neck to her chest.  It was fairly obvious that she was in a
high state of arousal - the nipples making little tents in the white cotton
blouse were a dead giveaway.  She walked over to where David was sitting at
the desk and stopped in front of him.

   "Put your coat on.  We need some supplies."

   "Yes, Daddy."

   10 minutes later they were in Heather's car in the parking lot of the
local big box discount store.  They hadn't spoken since leaving the hotel
room.  David wanted her to wonder what they were doing at the local `Mart.

   David opened his wallet and removed ten twenty dollar bills.  He gave
them to Heather.

   "Take this money.  I want you to buy the following items: 1 package of
wooden clothes pins; one hundred feet of cotton clothes line; two large
candles; and a large bottle of personal lubricant - get H20JO.  Get a large
massager - Hitatchi if they have one - and an extension cord.  Did you give
yourself an enema before you came to the hotel?  (she shook her head yes)
Good.  OK, leave the coat here.  Do not use the self check out."

   Heather stared at him, her eyes wide.  David could tell that she wanted
to question him.  She stopped herself.

   "Yes, Daddy," she whispered.  Then she left the car.

   Thirty minutes later she was back, shivering in the cool night air,
carrying a pair of plastic bags with her purchases.  She got into the car
and handed David the bags and his change without being asked.

   "Good girl."

   "Thank you Daddy."

   David opened the bags and looked inside.  She had gotten everything that
he had asked for.

   "Excellent.  Drive us back to the hotel."

   "Yes, Daddy."

   David let Heather put her coat back on for the walk through the lobby.
He carried the bags, except that he made Heather carry the massager (in its
package) openly.  The clothesline was peeking out of the top of one of the
bags that David was carrying.  The lobby was empty except for the desk
clerk.  She watched them come in, did a double take, and then stared open
mouthed as they strolled through the lobby.  David gave her his most
charming smile, the one that made most women weak at the knees.  She
blushed crimson.

   "From here on, Heather, do not speak unless you are given permission. 
Open your coat."

   Heather opened her coat.  They walked into the elevator, which was also
empty.

   "Keep your arms at your sides."

   David lifted the front of Heather's skirt.  As he expected, there was a
pair of white cotton panties underneath with a large dark stain on the
crotch.  David slipped two fingers inside the leg band of the panties and
probed the swampy slit covered by the now translucent cotton.  Heather
shook and moaned.

   "You really are a slut, aren't you, Heather?  You are permitted to
answer direct questions."

   "Yes, Daddy."

   "What are you?"

   "A slut, Daddy."

   "That's right.  And we're about to find out just how much of a slut you
are."

   David withdrew his fingers and then placed them at Heather's lips.

   "Suck."

   She opened her mouth and engulfed the pussy-juice covered digits,
sucking them with relish.

   "Good girl."

   They had reached the 7th floor and it was only a few steps to David's
door.

   "Strip."

   Now, a look of fear joined, but did not replace, the lust that had been
in Heather's eyes since David had first seen her in the lobby an hour ago.
She was about to protest.  Then she closed her eyes and shook her head as
if to clear it and made a decision.  She handed David the massager, then
slipped out of her coat.  Her hands quickly unbuttoned the blouse, which
she removed and handed to David.  Likewise, the the skirt and panties.  He
stuffed these in her mouth, inside out, crotch first.

   "Leave the socks and shoes on for now."

   David stood there and looked at her.  He looked up and down, taking in
every inch of her body.  She was incredibly sexy standing there in her knee
socks and loafers.  Her nipples were bright pink and stiff as starched
linen.  He turned her around so he could admire the view of her ass.  Her
body trembled as she stood there, in the hallway of the hotel, on display
for anyone who happened to pop out of their room or the elevator.  Finally,
David ushered Heather down the hall and into his room.  No one had seen
her, but the fact that they might have nearly made Heather cum on the spot.

   "Stop."

   Heather stopped about five feet in front of where David stood just
inside the door.

   "Put your hands behind your head."

   Heather complied.

   David stood and looked at her.  She knew he was looking.  Her body was
trembling with excitement.  Every nerve was alive to sensation.  She felt
the air circulating in the room caress her skin.  She felt moisture leaking
from her pussy and making snail trails on her thighs.  She felt goose bumps
forming on her flesh.

   David stood, silent, admiring the view of Heather's body from behind. 
As a confirmed legs/ass man, David spent most of his time in a careful
examination of Heather's bottom.

   "Feet apart - spread your legs," David ordered in a quietly
authoritative voice.

   Heather pushed her feet apart.

   "Farther."

   David could now see the snail trails on the inside of Heather's thighs.
He smiled.  He stepped up behind Heather and leaned down to whisper in her
ear while he also put his right hand between her thighs to cup her sex,
making her jerk with surprise.

   "My, my, my...we haven't even really started yet and you're already
about to explode, aren't you little slut puppy?  Shake your head yes or
no."

   She shook her head in affirmation.

   "Would you like me to make you cum, slutpuppy?"

   She shook her head even more vigorously this time.

   "I'll be you would.  I'll bet you'd like me to toss you on the bed and
just fuck your cute little brains out, wouldn't you, slutpuppy?"

   "MMMMMMMMMMM..." Heather moaned as David inserted his middle finger into
her boiling honey pot.

   "Stay there and don't move."

   David went into the bathroom and retrieved a couple of bath towels,
which he arranged on the bed.

   "Lay down on your back on the towels, slutpuppy."

   Heather arranged herself on the towels and lay still.

   David dumped the contents of their shopping bags on the other bed.  He
selected a package of clothesline and tore off the wrapper.  From a pocket,
he produced a buck knife, which he opened and set on the table between the
beds.  Heather stared at the knife.

   David shook the clothesline loose and stepped to the head of the bed,
Heather's eyes watching every move he made.

   He picked up her left arm and pulled it to the side.  He made several
loops of rope around her wrist and tied one end of the rope in a knot that
he could easily loosen whenever he wanted but which Heather would find
impossible to deal with on her own.  He knelt down and attached the other
end of the rope to a leg of the bed, made several loops around the leg
post, and tied that end off as well, cutting the excess rope and walking
around to the other side of the bed to repeat the procedure with Heather's
right arm.

   Then, he walked back to the bathroom and retrieved a pair of hand towels
which he used to cover a pillow from the other bed.  He thrust the
protected pillow under Heather's ass.  David then pulled Heather's legs
apart and affixed first one and then the other ankle to the two corners of
the bed.  Her body now made a sexy "X" on the bed.  Her hips were
artificially thrust upward by the stiff hotel pillow, putting her mons
pubis on display.  David stood staring at the tableau Heather created on
the bed.  He smiled.  Heather trembled from head to toe.

   He went to the desk and retrieved his camera and started taking
pictures.

   "Don't worry, slutpuppy, these are for my private collection.  I'll send
some to you, of course, in case you want to show them to someone. 
Although, on second thought, perhaps a little slutpuppy like you would
actually LIKE to have these posted to the net.  I'll put them up on Flickr.
I can obscure your face - the parts of it that show above your mouth - so
no one will know it's you."

   Heather moaned as David snapped away with his little Sony Cybershot(TM).
She was completely powerless and at his mercy.  That she relished this
situation was obvious from her physical reactions.  The flesh from the top
of her breasts to her hair line was flushed with excitement.  Her nipples
were so stiff they looked like they might explode.  Her pussy lips were
tumescent and covered with juice.  Her body was trembling with excitement
and anticipation.  David knew that if he put his finger on Heather's clit
right now she'd probably go right over the top into a violent orgasm.

   His photo session complete for now, David turned off the camera and put
it back in its case.

   "Now, what shall I do with a little slut puppy like Heather?"

   This was, of course, a purely rhetorical question.  David knew precisely
what he wanted to do, and do, and do, and do.  In fact, it was all he could
do to keep from stripping naked and just pounding Heather's pussy into
mush. His MasterPC enhanced sense of self-discipline held, however, and he
was able to hold his more primal urges at bay.

   So, instead of jumping Heather's bones, as it were, he stepped to the
head of the bed, removed the panty gag from Heather's mouth, tossed the
sodden scrap of cotton aside, unzipped his slacks, and pulled out his cock.
It was hard.  It had been hard since he'd heard Heather's voice on the
telephone.  The large mushroom shaped head was an angry red color and a
glistening drop of clear fluid was forming at the tiny little mouth that
capped the head.

   "Turn your head this way, slut puppy."

   The command was unnecessary - Heather was already staring at the stalk
of gristle that David was slowly fisting a couple of feet from her face.

   "Open your mouth."

   Heather's hungry mouth opened.  She was panting with excitement.  David
knelt on the bed next to her and leaned forward, aiming his cock at
Heather's facial fuck hole.  He slid the head and first couple of inches of
shaft into her warm, sucking, mouth and stopped.  The angle was all wrong
for face fucking, but that wasn't his intent.  He was giving her a taste,
that's all.

   Heather was nursing on his dick like a starving calf.  David had to
admit that her lips and tongue were marvelously talented.  He was enjoying
her cock worship and let it go on for several minutes.  Then he withdrew,
his cock chased by a moan of protest from Heather.

   "Do you have something you'd like to say to me, slut puppy?"

   "No, Daddy."

   "That's what I thought.  Perhaps you wanted to suck Daddy's cock some
more?  Well, you'll get the chance later."

   Stepping back, David put his dick back in his pants.  He leaned forward
and placed his hand on Heather's mound.  She gasped.  Her hips surged up
from the bed as far as her bonds would allow.  He gently massaged the top
of her pubic mound and her lower belly - always with a light touch, a
teasing touch.

   "Do you want to cum, slutpuppy?"

   "Oh, god yes, Daddy!"

   "I'm sure you do, slutpuppy."

   David moved his hand lower, covering Heather's sex, his fingers teasing
the juice covered labial folds but carefully avoiding direct contact with
her hyper sensitive clitoris.  Heather whimpered.  David leaned over and
planted a kiss right at the top of Heather's slit.  It was a light kiss,
his lips just barely grazing the proud flesh.  Heather shrieked.

   Quickly, David picked up her soaked panties and shoved them back into
Heather's mouth.

   Then, with his hand gently caressing Heather's pubis, David kissed and
licked his way down from her neck all the way to the top of her pussy
mound. He licked the middle two fingers of his left hand and slowly slid
them inside the slippery opening to Heather's sex chamber.  His thumb began
to gently rub Heather's clit while his fingers slid in and out of her pussy
hole.

   "Cum for Daddy, little slutpuppy."

   Heather moaned through her gag.  Her body began to jerk and twist
against the bonds.  Her inner muscles clamped down so hard his fingers
hurt. Heather's back arched and for a moment, her body taut as a bow
string. She stopped breathing.  And then with a cry that was loud even
through the gag, she began to cum; violently; powerfully; tearfully.  Her
ass bounced up and down on the pillow.  Fluids shot from her pussy.  She
nearly swallowed the panties.

   David continued to manipulate Heather's pussy as she peaked and crashed
through several more orgasms staring at her face the whole time, watching,
monitoring, enjoying.  She returned his gaze, her eyes never leaving his
except during the peaks when her eyes closed for a bit.

   She moaned in protest as he removed his fingers from her honey pot.  He
removed her gag again.

   "Suck."

   She greedily sucked her juices from David's fingers.  When his fingers
were clean, he put the gag back in her mouth.

   Next, he untied the ropes at her hands and feet.

   "Roll over, slut puppy."

   She complied, shakily, still trembling from the powerful emotional and
physical upheaval she'd been through already.  David positioned Heather so
that her knees were pulled up under her.  He brought her hands back and
ordered her to grip her ankles.  Then, he took some rope and tied her
wrists and ankles together.  Next, he secured her ankles to the lower
corners of the bed, spreading her legs, leaving her butt pushed up and wide
open to any sort of attack he might mount.

   Now, David undressed.  When he was naked, he took the bottle of lube
from the bag and opened it, removing the inner foil seal.  From the black
Lands End bag next to the desk, he removed a medium sized flesh colored
butt plug which he then covered with a liberal dose of lubricant.  Kneeling
between Heather's legs, he tipped up the lube bottle over her ass and
allowed some to dribble down the crack.  Setting the bottle aside, he
worked the slippery stuff into Heather's asshole with two fingers.  She
moaned.  This was virgin territory for her, at least for now.

   When he thought the time was right, David began to work the butt plug
into Heather's ass.  He was patient - when it comes to anal sex, the word
"hurry" should never be used.  She groaned and gasped as more and more of
the plastic invader disappeared.  Finally, with an almost audible pop, the
thickest part of the plug breached the muscle barrier and the plug was
firmly seated.

   David wiped his fingers off with a towel and then sat back to admire his
handy work.  He smiled.  Heather was panting with excitement.  She'd never
been handled this way before by anyone.  She was usually the one calling
the shots.  Men were easily led because mostly they thought with their
dicks around her.

   Now, David fisted his raging erection, poured some lube on the tip, and
positioned it just below the portion of the butt plug protruding from
Heather's asshole.  Her pussy was the target and David hit it dead center.
He gave her the head and first few inches of his thick cock, bringing a
prolonged gasp that turned into a moan as the penetration continued one
slow fraction of an inch at a time.

   The amount of self discipline involved (for David) here was remarkable.
His mind was on fire with lust for this little chicklette.  But he
persisted in staying with the plan.  A long slow penetration would be
followed by an equally slow withdrawal.

   Heather was panting now.  She'd never felt so full in all her life. 
Before tonight the only thing she'd ever had in her ass was her own finger,
once, just to see what it was like.  Now, she had what seemed to her to be
a tree trunk in her asshole while a granite pillar was being shoved up into
her guts right next to it.  It was wonderful.  She was on the edge of
another orgasmic abyss.  And David hadn't really even started fucking her
yet.

   When David felt his balls touch the quivering flesh at the top of
Heather's slit and he felt his belly make contact with the butt end of the
butt plug, David stopped the forward motion of his hips.  He held his cock
where it was, flexing it, letting Heather feel every last centimeter of it.
Then he began to pull it back.  Slowly, just as he'd done when he pushed it
in, he pulled all of his cock out of Heather's clasping fuck tunnel until
only the head and first inch or so of the shaft was still submerged.  Then
he pushed it back in, a bit more quickly.  Out.  In.  Out.  In.  Now
picking up the pace.  Bouncing his belly into the butt plug making it move
in Heather's ass.  She was helpless to do anything but take it and that's
the way she wanted it.

   "Speak slut puppy and tell Daddy what you're feeling," David said as he
reached around and removed the panty gag from the young coed's mouth.

  
"Oh...ungh...my...ungh...fucking...ungh...god...ungh...I'm...ungh...so...un
gh...full...ungh...feels...so...good..."

   "Do not even think of cumming without permission, little slutpuppy,"
David hissed at her sensing that she was about to go careening off into the
climax dimension.

   "P-p-p-p-p-please, Daddy, may I cum?"

   "Not yet, slutpuppy.  Not yet."

   Heather was grunting like a sow on every stroke as David began seriously
plowing her pussy.  Sweat was running down her back, dripping off her face,
and running down her chest.  Being tied up is very physically taxing. 
David knew he couldn't keep her in this position for much longer.  His
strokes were still long but increasingly quick.  He had her hips in both
hands and was moving her back and forth on his cock in time with his hip
movements.

   "Please, Daddy, I can't hold it much longer," Heather moaned.

   "Then cum, for Daddy, little slutpuppy bitch.  Cum!"

   Heather's moans and grunts combined in a high keening wail as her body
went rigid once more and she began to cum.  David never slowed his pace. 
He fucked right through one orgasm and into another.  Heather's wailing was
a ululation that went on and on.  She was babbling, forgetting that she
only had permission to speak when it was granted.

   "Daaaaaaaaddddddddyyyyyyyyy....FUCK ME!"

   David felt her insides clench around his cock and he let his own orgasm
go.  It was massive.  It matched Heather's for intensity, that's for sure.
He came and came and came - a gusher of semen that quickly overflowed the
tiny spaces not occupied by his huge cock and dripped on the towels under
Heather's body along with her own copious ejaculations.  She came so hard
that she popped the butt plug out of her ass.  David tossed it aside, one
small part of his brain registering that it was perfectly clean - she'd
done a good job there.

   Finally, he pulled her hips to him as he pushed forward against them and
his cock jerked out the last spurts of his precious bodily fluids.  He
withdrew and quickly untied the young blond, pulling her into an embrace,
kissing her eyes, her cheeks, and then her mouth.

   Tears ran down her face.  David kissed them away.

   He had planned on doing a lot more with Heather, but he sensed that she
was, for the moment, spent - evidenced by the fact that she'd gone asleep
in his arms.  He grinned.  Well, sooner or later, she'd wake up.  And then
they'd play some more.  Heather's penance was not complete by any means. 
And, he still had lots of rope, lots of lube, a bag of wooden clothes pins,
and a big old Hitachi vibrator that they hadn't even opened yet...

   I'm sure you can use your imagination to determine how the rest of the
evening went...  

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