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I am not the author, I am merely pulling all of the chapters togeather and 
reposting as one.

FantasyStories2000 posted this message on the 22nd of May at his blog at 
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Hi,

Unfortunately no idea when the next chapter will be written - life is very 
busy at the moment so having trouble finding the time to write. However I do 
promise that I will at least finish this book.

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School Girl Slave
by Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000

Initially this was planned as a trilogy however as I've
slowly progressed I've realised that this is only a two
volume opus.  First book should be sometime in 2003.
There are probably another 3 or 4 chapters to go.  Second
book is already started but will take well into 2003 to
finish, maybe even 2004 I think.  Sorry, but I'm a slow
writer, constantly going back and doing re-writes.

The normal disclaimer applies.  This is story is
copyright.  May be freely distributed but not for money.
If you are under the age of 18 please don't read as the
contents are adult.  This story is fantasy and I do not
condone nor encourage any of the non consensual
activities in it.

The story is archived at www.asstr.org and at
www.storiesonline.net

Very brief synopsis:
Story about a school girl enslaved by the neighbours son.


Chapter 1: The Secret Diary 3
Chapter 2: Signing the Contract 13
Chapter 3: Learning the Hard Way 28
Chapter 4: The Very First Time 39
Chapter 5: Turning Him On 55
Chapter 6: Mouth Watering Experiences 65
Chapter 7: Opening the Back Door 77
Chapter 8: Sleep Over 93
Chapter 9: Morning Duties 117
Chapter 10: Breakfast 123
Chapter 11: Runaway 134
Chapter 12: Blackmailed again 144
Chapter 13: Twin Peaks 149
Chapter 14: Spa Time 157
Chapter 15: Scary Movie 164
Chapter 16: Making Love 177
Chapter 17: Morning Duties 193
Chapter 18: Finger Work 210
Chapter 19: Woof, Woof 224
Chapter 20: Alone Again 249
Chapter 21: Picnic Preparations 258
Chapter 22: Food, Glorious Food 274
Chapter 23: Picnic 286
Chapter 24: Water Sports 301
Chapter 25: Every Which Way but Loose 315

Chapter 9: Morning Duties
It had been probably the worst night Janet had ever experienced. Not because 
of anything the Richard had done, but because of what she was terrified he 
would do if she fell asleep and didn't wake till after eight o'clock.
After having a quick wash and clean, getting rid of as much of his come from 
between her legs as she could she'd returned to the bed where after kissing 
her goodnight, he snuggled up to her. She was lying on her back and he was 
on his side facing her. One hand started playing with her tits and the other 
headed down between her legs. She quickly spread them apart, one knee up in 
the air, giving him access as for the next few minutes he stroked his finger 
through her slit.
Then she lay there listening as his breathing became increasingly regular 
till she was certain he'd fallen asleep. Trouble was that he still had one 
hand between her legs, a finger inside her and the other hand resting on her 
right tit. Finally after forty minutes he rolled over in his sleep and his 
hands disappeared from her body. Up till then she'd been too scared to move, 
almost too scared to breath but now she slowly straightened her legs as she 
lay staring up at the ceiling, able to relax a tiny bit.
As she lay there she couldn't help but replay the unbelieveable events of 
the day, and every now and then tears would well in her eyes. It was as if 
her life was over and there was nothing she could do about it. All she could 
do from now on was make sure she didn't piss him off and that way hopefully 
she could avoid any more pain. Which was why she knew she'd have to stay 
awake all night. She also promised herself that she wouldn't allow herself 
to come any more no matter what he did. Or maybe she'd pretend to come the 
way Meg Ryan did in that movie if he tried to make her to come again.
That was probably the most confusing part of the whole day, the fact that 
she'd orgasmed so many times. If someone had told her before today that 
she'd be able to come when she was being raped her she'd have laughed.
But she had and all she could assume was that her fears that she was sex- 
crazed, that she liked masturbating... no, liked having orgasm's too much 
was a problem. That somewhere inside she really was a slut because surely 
only a slut could get enjoyment out of what was happening to her. All she 
really knew that it wasn't fair and that this was a horrible price to pay 
just for stealing a couple of exam papers.
The first time she woke she didn't know where she was at first. Then it all 
came rushing back and in her panic she almost leapt from the bed only just 
stopping herself as she realised it was still dark. Quickly turning to the 
bedside table she saw that it was four in the morning and realised that 
she'd been asleep for at least three hours. Promising herself she wouldn't 
go to sleep again she relaxed a little, carefully lying back down so as not 
to wake him, confident that after the fright she'd just had she'd stay 
awake.
Each hour she woke. At five and six she woke a couple of minutes before the 
hour but at seven she didn't wake till five minutes past. The room was 
already light and for a few seconds she thought she was too late as her 
sleep befuddled brain looked at the clock. When she realised she was okay 
she knew for certain that this time she couldn't afford to sleep again. As 
it was less than an hour till she had to wake him and the room was already 
light, it wouldn't be too hard. As she settled down to wait for eight 
o'clock she started to think about what she had to do. It wasn't just that 
she had to suck his thing... no, his cock... though, it was that she had to 
do it at least as good as the women in those videos or else he'd punish her. 
Plus she had to make him believe that she liked having his cock in her 
mouth. Which of course she sort of did. Not his cock because she hated him 
so much for what he was doing to her, but she had to admit that actually 
having a cock in her mouth, licking it, making it come was okay, if only it 
wasn't like this. Being forced to do it.
When she woke again she lay there too terrified to move, convinced that 
she'd blown it, that it was going to be way past eight. Maybe if she really 
begged him he wouldn't punish her. Or maybe if she started sucking him now 
he'd wake up and be so happy he'd forget that she was meant to wake him at 
eight. That was it. Turning to see how late it actually was she almost 
couldn't believe what she saw. Five minutes to eight! She was okay! She 
still had five minutes before she had to start.
Carefully she sat up, not wanting to wake him yet but not daring to stay 
lying down in case she fell asleep again. His back was to her, and he was 
lying half on his side. From the waist down though he was flat on the bed 
and as she sat up she could see his penis. It was small and she almost 
giggled at the sight. His cock she quickly reminded herself, she had to 
think of it and call it his cock. All yesterday it had looked so big, so 
tough but now it was harmless looking. Sort of cute she thought, or at least 
it would be if he wasn't making her do these horrible things she reminded 
herself.
Swivelling her body around carefully till she was at right angles across the 
bed, her face over his hips, she tried to workout how to do this. He'd told 
her that he wanted to wake with his cock in her mouth so she definitely 
didn't want him waking before that happened. Supporting herself on her right 
arm, she used her left hand to pull her hair up and out of the way as she 
bent over him. His cock was only a couple of inches long now and it was 
flopped against the top of his left leg, his hairy balls easily visible 
under it. One quick look up the bed to make sure he wasn't awake and she 
moved her mouth down, tongue extended to scoop his cock up and into her 
mouth.
The first thing she noted was that it was all soft and sort of mushy. It 
easily fit in her mouth as her lips pressed against the base, his pubic hair 
tickling her nose. The second thing she noticed was the taste. It still 
tasted of her and him from the last time he'd fucked her even though she'd 
licked it clean. It was strong and tangy but not too awful. Closing her 
eyes, she let it rest on her tongue as her mouth filled with saliva and then 
she started moving it around in her mouth. It was sort of nice like this, 
nowhere near as scary as yesterday or maybe that was just because she was 
already getting used to having his cock in her mouth.
Then it happened, like some kind of magic trick. It started growing in her 
mouth as if it had a life of it's own. On the one hand she wanted to take 
her mouth off, to watch it growing but on the other she wanted to keep it in 
her mouth so she could feel it grow. Deciding she didn't dare take it out of 
her mouth, at least not till he was awake, she kept moving her tongue over 
it as she started to suck on it.
That was when Richard woke from an amazing dream. In the dream Janet was his 
girlfriend and she was lovingly sucking him off. There was a second of 
disorientation and then reality struck in the most beautiful fashion. His 
cock was being sucked by his dream girl just as he'd ordered and even if she 
maybe wasn't doing it lovingly, this was probably better than in his dream 
because here she was his slave. Turning and raising his head from the pillow 
he was greeted by a breathtaking sight. The high and mighty Janet Sheen had 
her mouth pressed into his groin, one hand holding her hair out of the way, 
as she crouched over him naked. Her arse was sticking up in the air, her 
beautiful right boob was just visible, the nipple half hard, and she was all 
his. Reaching down he brought his left hand to her head, tangling it in her 
hair, laying claim to his cocksucking slave.
Within twenty seconds of his cock starting to grow it was filling her mouth, 
the fat mushroom shaped head almost at her throat. Just as she moved her 
head back worried that it would choke her, she felt his hand on her head.
"Oh, yeah, that's so good. What a way to wake up. Oh yeah, suck my cock.
Suck me off. Of fuck yeah!"
She now started sucking as hard as she could, trying to remember all the 
things from the video so that she could do it properly and please him.
Otherwise it would all be a waste of time and he'd punish her again. She 
kept her tongue moving as she twisted her head around. Then she remembered 
that she was meant to make moaning noises so she did as her head lifted up 
and down.
"Mmm."
This had to be heaven, waking to a blowjob. Flopping back down he stared at 
the ceiling, content to just savour the sensations for a while, his hand 
still resting lightly on her head. Whenever he jerked off first thing in the 
morning it always took a while before he came so he knew that Janet was 
going to be in for a long suck. Propping himself up on his elbows again he 
watched her head bobbing, his wet cock shaft appearing and disappearing into 
her mouth, her cheeks permanently hollowed as she sucked at him. His gaze 
shifted down her perfect body, her boobs hanging down, the wonderful curve 
of her hips, hiding her ultimate treasure. He wanted to see it again. Wanted 
to feast his eyes again on her cunt. Reaching out he grabbed her leg and 
tugged on it.
"Keep sucking. Just want to get you in a better position."
It didn't take much to reposition her so that her knees were on either side 
of his body, her feet near his head and her bum above his face, her slit 
staring down at him. The first thing he noticed was that her bum and thighs 
looked normal which was a big relief as he'd been a bit worried last night 
that he might have bruised her. The second thing he noticed was how 
beautiful her pussy was, totally one of the most beautiful things he'd ever 
seen. It was so much better than any of the hundreds of pictures he looked 
at on the net over the last few years. It was delicate, the lips a beautiful 
pink, her pubic hair so fine it looked like silk. He doubted that he'd ever 
tire of looking at it, or smelling it. It was the sweetest, headiest thing 
he thought he'd ever smelt. It was so tempting to taste it, to see if the 
taste of cunt juice was as good as a lot of the stories he'd read said. Then 
he remembered that she hadn't showered since he'd come in her last night and 
he wasn't sure how he felt about tasting his own come. But soon he knew he'd 
have to taste her, to see what it was like to eat her out, to eat pussy.
In the meantime he'd be content to look at her, admiring the perfection of 
her cuntlips and her arse as she sucked him off.
"Yeah that feels so good. Oh yeah, play with my balls too. Mmm, yeah that's 
good."
Eventually looking wasn't enough and his hands moved to her smooth thighs, 
caressing them, working their way up to her tight arse cheeks. Her skin was 
so amazing, like satin or something it was so smooth. He kept caressing her, 
sometime with his palms, other times just running his nails over her skin.
But his thoughts kept coming back to her pussy, that hidden treasure and 
finally his hands stopped moving and rested, one on each arse cheek.
Gripping her arse cheeks he pulled out, carefully spreading them apart which 
opened her cunt lips like a flower, revealing the moist treasure within. 
Then he started playing with her cunt, holding her cuntlips, pushing at her 
clit and poking inside her. It was all so amazing. Alien but familiar. When 
his finger was wet with her juice, he brought it to his nose, breathing in 
the smell, so tempted to taste it but still he held back.
Sooner than he'd expected he felt the stirring in his balls. Although it 
wasn't really all that surprising given that having her mouth on his cock 
was probably a thousand times more exciting than any hand job he'd ever 
given himself.
"Yeah, keep sucking slave. Gonna come soon, gonna fill your mouth with my 
come. And you swallow it. Oh, yeah that's it, suck. Suck harder. Come on.
Make you lips tighter. Yeah that's it. Oh fuck, suck my come, slave."
Just as he felt the first spurt coming up his cock he focused on her cunt 
hole, inches from his face. With the intense pressure of his come he needed 
to do something so he plunged two fingers into her cunt, his knucles 
pressing into her while the fingers on his other hands gripped her arse, his 
nail digging in, almost breaking her skin.
"Oh shit, coming! Fuck yeah, suck it, suck me!"
Somehow Janet managed to keep sucking him as her mouth filled with his come. 
She moaned around his cock as his fingers jabbed fiercely into her and dug 
into her bum, fighting her urge to pull away from him knowing that she'd 
just get into trouble if she did. Instead she concentrated on swallowing his 
salty come as she felt spurt after spurt travel along his cock and erupt 
into her sucking mouth.
As the last couple of spurts came out she didn't swallow them immediately, 
leaving them in her mouth, tasting them. She kept sucking and working her 
mouth and tongue on his cock as she allowed herself to really take in the 
taste of his come for the first time. The other times she been so busy 
swallowing and so scared that she hadn't really been able to work out if it 
was a horrible taste or just that what he was making her do was horrible. It 
wasn't horrible, just salty and slippery. Sort of an interesting taste she 
decided. Shit, she shouldn't be thinking things like this, she should be 
hating the taste of him.
"Oh yeah, that was good. Fucking good slave. You're going to be a brilliant 
cocksucker soon if you keep practising. Keep sucking for a while. Easy 
though. Not so hard now. Yeah that's it. But keep your tongue going. Ahhh, 
yeah."
His grip had eased on her bum and he wasn't hurting her pussy with his other 
fingers now. Instead he was slowly pumping them in her pussy, twisting them 
around at the same time which felt nice. Then she felt a finger on her clit, 
playing with it which quickly started to feel really nice. Although she 
really didn't want to come, didn't want to get any pleasure from what was 
happening to her there was the part of her that loved masturbating, that 
loved coming and once again she couldn't stop this part taking over.
The first sign Richard got was as her hips started making tiny gyrating 
moves and then he could hear little moans coming from her as she continued 
to work on his cock. He was turning her on, maybe even going to give her an 
orgasm. This was so amazing, being able to make her come like this. In most 
of the stories he read on the net the women always came but he didn't know 
if that would really be the way it happened but it must be because she'd 
already come at least four times yesterday and it looked like he was going 
to be able to make her come again.
"You like it when I do this don't you?"
By now her mind was beginning to fog up as the hot, itchy feeling grew in 
her pussy and she was having trouble concentrating on just nursing his cock 
so she only half heard him. But when he twisted his fingers inside her and 
pressed on her clit she was very quick to get his cock out of her mouth.
"I asked you a question slave."
"Oh, sorry, umm, yes, yes I like it. Yes master."
"You like it?"
"Your slave likes it."
"Okay, that's better slave. You can put my cock back in your mouth now."
It took a while for the fire to start again after the interruption but 
eventually she relaxed and as she did the pressure started building. She 
knew it shouldn't be feeling so good but his fingers inside her felt really 
amazing, reaching places she'd never been able to before he'd broken her 
hymen. The only trouble was that his finger on her clit wasn't quite moving 
the way she'd do it herself. Not that she was about to tell him how to 
finger her but it was a bit frustrating. Then the frustration disappeared as 
he started twisting his fingers around and her body suddenly rushed to the 
peak, the wonderful waves of her orgasm crashing over her, pushing aside all 
the horrible things for a while.
"Uhhh, ohhh yes... ahhhh."
Involuntarily her thighs clamped together trapping his hand as she shuddered 
her way through her orgasm, her hands clutching at his legs. Her mouth came 
off his cock and her body collapsed onto him, her boobs pressing into his 
stomach as she cried out in pleasure. It felt so good, better than when she 
did it to herself for some reason, even if he hadn't played with her clit 
the way she really liked. For at least a minute she held him tight, riding 
the waves of her orgasm, pressing her body against him trying to crush her 
tingling nipples into his stomach before reality set in again.
She relaxed her thighs, hoping he wouldn't get angry with her for sort of 
trapping his hand between them. Then she realised that she was no longer 
sucking his cock and he hadn't told her to stop. She was about to lift 
herself up so she could get it back in her mouth when he rolled her off.
"Wow. That was fucking amazing. I fucking love watching you come. You go 
crazy, it's so awesome!"
This of course was the last thing she wanted to hear and she blushed with 
her shame and humiliation at what a slut she was proving to be. She didn't 
want to be having an orgasm when he played with her but she couldn't help 
it.
"I'm going to have a shower. Umm, I think there are a couple of things you 
can write in your book. Let's see, you didn't thank me for letting you suck 
me off and you haven't thanked me for fingering you and letting you come. 
That'll do for now."
"Ohh, I'm sorry master. I mean your slave is sorry. Thank you for letting 
your slave suck you off and thank you for fingering your slave master and... 
and for letting your slave come."
"Just make sure you remember next time, okay?"
"Yes master, I... your slave will remember."
"Okay. You can have a shower too - you can use the other bathroom if you 
want. And make sure you clean yourself really well. You know, here. Get all 
the come out. And then you can make us breakfast."
Chapter 10: Breakfast
He sat at the table, watching her beautiful and of course naked body as she 
made the pancakes. She had to move past him to get to the cupboards and 
fridge and on the third pass he couldn't hold back any longer from touching 
her jiggling tits. He wasn't really surprised when she kept on walking.
Disappointed maybe but not surprised. For a while he let it go, continuing 
to watch her. He knew her well enough to realise that she was subtly making 
sure she didn't go past him again. Not only that, she was also keeping her 
back to him, even when it would have been natural to be facing him. This 
wasn't the way it was meant to be.
In his fantasies, he would have woken up this morning and she'd have turned 
into the perfect slave but he guessed that wasn't going to happen. Still she 
was his slave so he could do anything he wanted to her, that was what the 
deal was all about. Trouble was he was really unsure about what to do next.
His fantasies hadn't really prepared him for the reality that Janet would 
actually become his slave. Sure, they'd have sex a lot, but there had to be 
more than that he realised.
Then it came to him, what he was going to do today and tomorrow and the day 
after and for as long as necessary until it was finished. He was going to 
train her to be a good slave, a perfect slave. And maybe he'd even get her 
to be a real slave like in the stories he liked where she'd not only do 
everything he wanted, but she'd love doing it. Then she'd really know she 
couldn't be a bitch to him ever again.
"Come over here."
She had her back to him, mixing the batter when he called her over. For a 
second she closed her eyes taking the moment to control herself. Since 
coming into the kitchen she'd been getting increasingly mad at him. No, mad 
wasn't right because that's how she'd been feeling since this whole thing 
started. She was feeling more and more like telling him to totally fuck off, 
that's what it was, but she knew she couldn't do that. Knew she'd have to 
put up with him. But she had a choice. She could let him beat her or she 
could at least try to keep her pride, not let him get to her. Like being 
naked. He probably expected her to still be embarrassed about being naked in 
front of him which of course she was. But she wouldn't let him see that, 
she'd stand in front of him as if she had clothes on. Yeah. Turning, she 
walked over to him and stood there, arms by her side, not looking at him, 
her eyes half lowered to one side.
"Turn around."
As she stood with her back to him he reached out and cupped her right arse 
cheek, caressing it for a few seconds before taking his hand away.
"Turn back. Good. Um, you're my slave right?"
"Yes master."
"You signed the slave contract didn't you. Saying you'd, you know, always 
respond to what I do to you, thank me when I do things to you, um, always be 
sexy, umm, tell me if you do something wrong. You know, all that stuff."
She wasn't sure where this was leading but suddenly she was worried.
Something was happening.
"Yes master."
"So if I want to touch your tit like this, what would you do?"
He'd reached out and was just holding the underside of her right tit.
"I'd let you master."
"Is that all?"
"Umm, yes, umm, I guess so."
She'd started using the 'I' word again but he decided to let it go for the 
moment although later he'd punish her for it of course.
"You wouldn't like do anything more. Wouldn't maybe try to push your tit 
into my hand or, I don't know, tell me you like it, like me touching your 
tits?"
"Yes master. I would. I um, I like it when you touch my tit."
As she answered him she lent forward a bit, pushing her tit into his palm.
"So. You know this is what you should do. Is that what you're saying is it."
"Yes master."
He moved his hand down over her stomach to her mound. This time she made 
sure she was pushing forward although she didn't say anything but only 
because she couldn't think of anything to say about his hand against here 
there. Then he started playing with her pubic hair, sort of combing his 
finger through it almost like he was trying to straighten it out.
"Okay, then a few minutes ago when you walked past me and I touched your 
tit, you kept on walking. You didn't stop. If I didn't know better I'd 
almost think you didn't want me to touch your tits. My tits really, aren't 
they."
"No master... I mean yes master, they're your tits. What I mean... what your 
slave means is..."
"What my fuck slut means."
"What your fuck slut means is that your fuck slut was getting things from 
the cupboard. I mean, um, your fuck slut means, umm she didn't know master."
"No, that doesn't make sense. You've already told me that if I want to touch 
you then you'd let me. Not only let me but, you know, you'd help. Isn't that 
right slave?"
"Yes master."
"So before you must have done something wrong. Yes?"
"Umm, yes, I guess so master."
"Shit you're slow this morning. Your slut guesses or your bitch guesses. Not 
I."
"Sorry master. Your slut guesses."
"Okay, good. So what happens when you do something wrong slave?"
By now he was taking just a couple of strands of her pubic hair and pulling 
on it, tugging so the skin on her mound pulled out as the hair slowly 
slipped through his fingers. She knew what he wanted her to say but it was 
so hard.
She wanted to cry again, wanted to run away and hide, but she couldn't. All 
she could do was try to control her trembling as she whispered the words.
"You, you punish your slut master."
"What?"
"You punish your slut master. Ow!"
This time he'd yanked on a couple of strands of her pubic hair, pulling them 
out.
"Right, so do you deserve to be punished for what you did earlier?"
"Oh, yes master."
"Okay slave, if you think you should be punished then I'll punish you later.
Here, you'd better writer it in your punishment book in case you forget. 
Let's see, I think there's 'lied to master', 'pulled away when master wanted 
to touch my tits... no, make that my big tits' and 'didn't offer my tits to 
master to play with when I knew he wanted to play with them'. Of course 
there's also 'referred to myself as I many times instead of slave or slut or 
cunt or any of the other names a slave is called'. Show me what you've 
written. Okay, one more I think. 'For being a stupid cunt and trying to fool 
master - double punishment'. Okay get back to making breakfast slave."
As she started mixing the batter again she realised that her hands were 
still trembling. She was going to be punished again. He was going to hurt 
her and there was nothing she could do about it. Except make sure she didn't 
do anything else to piss him off. Now she needed the milk. Two minutes ago 
she'd have gone around the other side of the table, avoiding him but this 
time she went straight past him, waiting for him to make the slightest move 
so she could stop and let him do whatever he wanted to her, touch her 
wherever he wanted to.
Of course he didn't do anything as she went to the fridge or came back. Next 
she realised she needed some butter and this time he did reach out. She 
froze as his hand settled on her right tit and held it. She knew she should 
be doing more than just standing there but it was like her body had become a 
stone.
"Hmm, that's a bit better but not really good enough. Now pay attention 
carefully slave. If I want to do something with your body you not only let 
me, you've got to make it easy, you've got to help me with it. Now why don't 
we try again. Go back over there. Okay walk over here."
She wasn't certain exactly what he wanted but there was no way she was going 
to say anything in case she said the wrong thing. Back to the bench, turn 
around, walk back to the fridge and as soon as his hand moved stop.
But this time she turned towards him and as his hand covered her boob she 
lent down towards him a bit, smiling at him and sort of humming.
"Hmmm."
"Like that do you?"
"Yes master."
He gently played with her boob for a few more seconds and then let go, 
shaking his head.
"Nope, you're not getting it are you. I'll have to add another punishment 
later.
You really are proving to be a stupid cunt aren't you cunt."
"Oh, no master, please I... um, your, your stupid cunt's sorry. What did 
your stupid cunt do wrong? Please tell me... her. She'll try again, please 
master."
"Well I take the time to play with your stupid tit and when I ask you if you 
like me playing with it all you can fucking say is yes. Not that it feels 
good, or I don't fucking know, anything. You just stand there like a fucking 
statue saying yes. Maybe the punishment will help you get it right."
"Oh, yes, you're right, your stupid slut's sorry. Please let her try again, 
please. She'll do better, please she promises. You don't have to punish her, 
please."
"Well, okay. But fucking try a bit harder or I will have to fucking punish 
you big time. Go on, back over there."
Back to the bench, turn, approach. As soon as his hand touched her tit she 
was moaning.
"MMmmm. Oh yes."
As she lent down, without thinking of it her right hand came up and covered 
his, stroking it as he massaged her boob.
"Like that do you slave?"
"Oh yes master, your slave likes you playing with her boobs. Feels so good 
when you hold them like that. Oh yes. Oh, your squeezing your slave's boob. 
Ohh, shit, hurting."
"I like doing that sometimes. You don't mind do you slave?'
"Ahhh. Oh, no. No master. Hurts. Ahh."
"I'd like to squeeze harder, hurt you more. Do you want me to slave?"
"Oh, yes. Master. Yes, please. Ahhhhh. Oh shit, I mean thank you. No, your 
slave means thank you master. Ahhh. Yes, that's nice."
He hadn't squeezed as hard as he had a couple of times yesterday but he was 
pleased that she hadn't tried to get away. As he pulled on her tit she lent 
over even more till he was able to take her nipple in his mouth.
"Oh, yes master, that's nice. Suck my... your slave's nipple. Oh, yes that 
feels good."
He didn't know what it was about having her nipple in his mouth that was so 
special, all he knew was that it felt fucking amazing. The rubbery feel of 
it was unlike anything else he knew. Later he'd probably suck on it for a 
lot longer but now he really did need some breakfast so he reluctantly let 
her go.
"Okay slave, finish making my breakfast. Hey, aren't you forgetting 
something?"
She'd started to turn back to the bench but quickly turned back to him, 
desperately trying to think of what she might have forgotten. Then it came 
to her.
"Thank you master. Thank you for playing with your slave's tit and for 
sucking her nipple."
"That's much better. See you can learn. Okay go on."
After that, apart from a gentle slap on her bum as she turned away, he 
didn't touch her again, letting her finish getting their breakfast. When she 
finally brought the food to the table he toyed with making her eat hers on 
the floor like a dog, but somehow that didn't feel right so they are facing 
each other across the table. As they ate he made her tell him in detail how 
she and Marcia stole the exam papers. It was during this that he decided 
what he wanted to try with her next and he only really half heard her story 
as his heart started beating faster with nerves at the thought of what he 
was going to be doing in a few minutes. Finally it was time, the last bit of 
toast gone, the last sip of coffee.
"I want you to take everything off the table and then lie down on it. I'll 
be back in a second."
"Yes master"
It didn't take her long to clear the table and then she climbed up onto it. 
She wasn't sure what to do so just sat at one end, feeling very vulnerable. 
As she waited for him to come back she tried to stay calm but her mind 
started filling with thoughts of him punishing her for what she'd done 
earlier. When he did come back her heart sank as the first thing she saw was 
the bunch of rope in his hand and the cuffs he'd used yesterday when he'd 
raped her in the behind. If he wanted to tie her up again them he must be 
going to whip her and maybe do it to her in the bum again. She wanted to beg 
him not to and almost did but the fear that that he'd only whip her harder 
if she did stopped her. Instead, apart from practically hyperventilating 
with fear she did nothing, just sat waiting for him to once again do 
whatever he wanted to her.
"Lie down. Good. Now get your bum right up to the edge. Closer. Perfect.
Now spread your legs. Come on wider. More. I want them as far apart as you 
can slave. Yeah, thought that'd work."
As she tried to do what he wanted he was pushing and pulling at her legs 
till finally he had her in the position he wanted. Her bum was right on the 
end of the table and her thighs were spread out in a straight line on either 
side, like she was doing the splits. Her knees were now over the other sides 
of the table, her legs dangling down alongside the table legs. Which was 
perfect for what Richard was planning and he quickly had the cuffs on her 
ankles and then her ankles tied off to the table legs. He looped a second 
rope around the top of the table leg and just under her knee on each side, 
making doubly sure she was secure. Next he cuffed her wrists and secured 
them to the other legs, stretching her arms out and to the side above her 
head. As a final touch he wrapped the blindfold around her cutting off her 
vision entirely.
Stepping back from her head he took a moment to examine his handy work.
His heart started beating faster as he looked down at her, blindfolded, 
secured and stretched out flat just for him. He could do anything to her he 
wanted now, fuck her, whip her, play with her, anything. And she couldn't do 
a thing to stop him. Fuck this was exciting. And the blindfold was a great 
touch as he didn't want her watching him in case he decided not to do it at 
the last moment.
He knew she been watching everything he did as he tied her up but he hadn't 
really paid much attention to that. It was only as he put on the blindfold 
that it occurred to him that she was scared. More than scared, she was 
terrified.
With the cuffs and the ropes she must think he was tying her up so he could 
punish her again. His first instinct was to tell her not to worry but he 
quickly quelled that one. Let her worry he thought. She'd find out soon 
enough what he was planning.
Moving closer to her he reached out and brushed a finger over her tit 
enjoying how she flinched, uttering a tiny cry. He waited a couple of 
seconds and did the same to her other tit getting a similar result. He was 
tempted to tease her like this some more but there were probably even more 
exciting things he could do to her and he was just putting them off really. 
Grabbing a chair he sat down between her widely stretched legs taking the 
time to absorb the amazing sight right in front of him.
Her slender thighs were spread so wide the tendons were showing, seeming to 
point in to her beautiful cunt. It was half open, pink and inviting in the 
centre. Above was the hood that hid her clit and her incredibly sexy patch 
of blonde pubic hair, and below was her cute wrinkled, arsehole. He brought 
his hands to her knees and stroked along the smooth flesh of her thighs till 
his hands almost met.
When he touched her she gasped once again, clenching her legs preparing for 
the pain that she was sure must be coming. She felt so incredibly vulnerable 
with her legs spread apart so widely. When he reached her pussy she shivered 
as he used his thumbs to spread her lips apart. He must be going to hurt her 
there this time. It wasn't fair, she'd tried so hard to do what he wanted. 
Maybe if she really begged him he wouldn't hurt her. Or maybe that would 
just make him even more angry and he'd hurt her more.
Richard had no idea what Janet was thinking and didn't really care at the 
moment. All he knew was that the sight of her soft pink cunt was almost too 
much for him and he so wanted to just stand up and fuck his hard cock into 
her, filling her cunt once again. But not this time. This time there were 
other things he had to try.
Leaning even closer he inhaled, filling his lungs with the wonderful scent 
of her pussy. Indescribable, intoxicating, heavenly aroma. Breathing out he 
gently blew over her pussy before taking another deep breath. If the smell 
of her pussy was so amazing, if it looked so inviting, then surely it had to 
taste great he thought. With his tongue extended out as far as possible he 
lent all the way in so he could lick the tip of his tongue across her cunt 
hole. Sitting back he closed his eyes to test the taste. Yes! What a relief! 
It was good.
Better than good, it was great, sweet and fresh. Just like the aroma of her 
pussy. He needed another taste, more this time. Taking longer he licked from 
just above her arsehole up to her clit gathering more of her juices to 
savour.
"Oh."
Janet wasn't sure what was happening but it didn't feel like his fingers.
Whatever he was using to touch her pussy was softer and maybe wet. His 
tongue! He was licking her! A cold shiver ran through her body. And then his 
tongue pushed into her and she couldn't stop her moan. He wasn't going to 
hit her, he was going to go down on her.
As Richard pushed the tip of his tongue into her pussy until his lips were 
pressed against her cunt lips he half heard her moan and assumed that it was 
because she liked it. Not that he'd have stopped if she didn't like it 
because he loved it. After less than a minute he was addicted. He loved the 
taste of her pussy and the feel of it on his tongue and against his lips. He 
started slowly lapping at her, licking up as much of her pussy juice as he 
could.
Against her will Janet found herself slipping into an erotic haze as he kept 
licking at her. For a while she tried to resist but then she told herself 
that resisting these feelings was not only hopeless, it was actually 
impossible.
He'd tied her up and blindfolded her so all she could really do was lie here 
and go with the sensations as he licked and licked and licked her pussy. It 
seemed to be going on forever but then she was jolted out of her daze.
"Ahhhh."
Her hips jerked up as though she'd been hit with an electric shock as his 
tongue reached to the top of her pussy and flicked across her clit. After 
all the masturbating she'd done, all the times she'd played with her 
clitoris, she thought she knew everything about the pleasure she could get 
from down there. But nothing had prepared her for the feel of his tongue on 
her. It was magic and she tried to push herself forward blindly searching 
for more of this new sensation.
Concentrating his attention on her clit, Richard now had no doubt that she 
liked what he was doing. With his tongue he pushed back the hood covering 
her clit so he could lick the smooth head. She immediately started bucking 
her hips and he had to grip her thighs to try to hold her steady. This was 
so cool he thought as he started experimenting with how he licked her clit 
moving his tongue in different patterns, different pressures and speeds 
across the swollen nub. It didn't matter how he did it though, her moans and 
twitching seemed to be fairly constant. Actually that wasn't true. Her 
moaning was getting steadily louder and the twitching was also getting more 
extreme and he was having to hold onto her thighs to keep her steady so he 
could keep his tongue on her clit.
If this was punishment then she hoped it would go on forever! It was hard to 
imagine something feeling better than this. Then he sucked her clit into his 
mouth as his tongue kept teasing it and she discovered there was something 
even better. As he sucked so hard she thought he was going to suck her 
clitoris off, she exploded in a kaleidoscope of the most intense pleasure 
she'd ever experienced.
"Ahhhh. Oh god. Ohh yes, yes. Oh shit. Coming, oh god yes!"
The waves kept washing through her until she thought she'd die from the 
pleasure and still he was sucking on her, his mouth clinging to her clitoris 
as she madly twitched and jerked against her bonds. She literally saw stars 
and thought she was going to pass out the feelings were so intense. Finally 
with one last spasm it was over and she collapsed, gulping in air. So 
wonderful, so amazing.
"Ahhh. No."
He had to stop now. She needed time to recover but his mouth was still 
covering her clit, still sucking it. Her clitoris was feeling raw and 
supersensitive now and needed him to leave her for a bit till her nerves 
recovered.
"Oh, no more. Please. Ahh, no, sensitive. Ohh."
He eased off on her clit although he was a bit pissed off at her for trying 
to tell him what to do and forgetting to call him master. Later he'd punish 
her but not now. After riding her through that amazing orgasm, now he wanted 
to taste more of her juice and take the time to really explore her pussy 
with his mouth. Releasing her clit he licked back down her slit and found 
that she was almost flooded with cunt juice. Of course, she must have 
creamed herself when she came which was fine by him. It was a real buzz 
being able to sort of force her come like this because he was pretty sure 
that she didn't want to.
Her juice had trickled down past her arsehole and without thinking about it 
he followed the trail. It was only as he felt the crinkled skin of her 
rosette under his tongue that he realised what he was doing. Licking her 
arsehole. He'd never thought about doing this and froze for a few seconds 
trying to work out if he was grossed out by licking her bum. Nope. Not at 
all. In fact it felt kind of good, the little crinkles of her arsehole and 
he knew she'd showered this morning so he started licking at it in earnest.
Janet couldn't believe it when she felt his tongue licking her bum. Not that 
she should have been surprised because after all he'd made her do that to 
him. After getting over the shock she realised that it felt good. A dirty, 
sexy and nasty type of good. This oral sex was turning into something really 
exciting she thought. Maybe made even more exciting because she was tied up.
"Oh god!"
Somehow he'd actually pushed the tip of his tongue inside her bum. It felt 
weird, really weird but not bad. Strange and interesting. Different to 
having his finger and very different to having his cock in there. It was 
somehow exciting. Oh god, she must be so sick to actually like having him 
put his tongue into her bum. So sick. Such a slut.
Richard lost track of time as he practically worshipped at her pussy. It was 
as though he was hypnotised as he licked and sucked his way all around her 
slit.
Apart from her clit, his favourite bit was probably her inner lips. He kept 
coming back to them, catching them between his own lips, flicking them, 
sucking on them. Of course pushing his tongue as far into her cunt as he 
could was also a favourite. And her bum. Truth was that everything he did 
with his mouth between her beautiful legs was a favourite for him.
He also soon discovered the downside of pubic hair, getting fine strands of 
her pubes caught in his mouth but it was a very small price to pay for the 
heavenly rewards. Maybe later he'd shave her pussy bald the way they seemed 
to do in so many of the sex scenes he'd downloaded.
His licking and sucking brought her to two more shuddering climaxes before 
he had to finally stop because his tongue and jaw were aching. Sitting back 
he stared once again at her... no, at his pussy. He reckoned he'd be eating 
it at least a dozen times a day it tasted so amazing.
Through it all he hadn't thought about his own needs but now that he was 
sitting back, no longer licking her his cock demanded attention. It was 
hard, aching hard as he stood and stepped closer to her. Lying on the table 
the way she was, her cunt was at a perfect height for his cock and, holding 
his shaft he rubbed the head through her slit, covering it in her slippery 
juice.
Then he held it against her cunthole for a couple of seconds, before sliding 
it in to the hilt in one smooth move.
"Ahh. Fuck."
"Ohh, yes! Oh shit you're cunt is so hot. And tight."
She was still lost in the afterglow of her last orgasm and until his cock 
plowed all the way into her, his balls slapping against her bum she had no 
idea he was about to fuck... no, to rape her again. Except it felt good and 
being raped shouldn't reel good. No, not even good, it felt great to have 
him filling her and she hated him for that. This was the one thing missing 
from all the orgasm's he'd brought her to with his mouth, something filling 
her down there.
And she was tied up, so she really couldn't do anything about it this time 
she reminded herself as her focus went down to her pussy and the still new 
sensation of having it filled with his hard cock.
Richard stood between her widespread legs, rocking his hips back and forth, 
as he stared down, watching his cock fucking in and out of her tight cunt.
After all the effort he'd put into eating her out he wasn't interested in a 
long fuck. This was really just about using her hot and oh so tight cunt to 
come into. With each stroke he moved faster and faster, pushing for his 
release until he was slamming into her so hard that the table was being 
pushed across the floor. Then it happened.
"Oh yeah. Shit getting there. Oh fuck! Coming. Shit yeah coming in you 
again. Ah, fucking shit!"
Tightening his grip on her thighs he emptied his balls into her beautiful 
cunt once again, jerking against her with each spurt of come till he too was 
finally spent and he collapsed on top of her.
"Oh wow that was great. It's so good fucking you. And eating you. That's 
awesome. Wowie! Mmmm, I love the taste of your pussy."
Janet hadn't even come close to coming this time so there was nothing to 
distract her from what she knew she had to do.
"Thank you master. Thank you for fucking your slave and for... for eating 
your slave."
"Good slave. Fucking good slave!"
Chapter 11: Runaway
He rested on top of her, his head cushioned by her beautiful boobs for a few 
minutes until he got his breathing under control and he felt confident his 
legs would hold him up again. Now he knew why most people fucked lying down. 
It was hard to remain standing after coming! Your legs totally gave out on 
you.
Pushing himself up he looked down at where they were still joined. As he 
slowly slid his cock out of her cunt he could see it was smeared with his 
come and her juice. Awesome! It looked so fucking good with their combined 
juices on it, incontrovertible proof that after years of fantasising about 
it he really was fucking Janet Sheen.
There was no doubt that this morning was proving to be a brilliant one! 
Waking to a blow job, having his naked slave make breakfast for him, 
discovering that he loved the taste of pussy and having a morning fuck. Life 
was so totally perfect and there was a lot of day left in which to do even 
more with her.
In some ways Janet would have been happy if he'd left her tied to the table. 
After coming three times she was feeling truly satisfied and a little bit 
exhausted. Even having his cock in her and him coming in her again hadn't 
really been a problem. Although she hadn't come, his cock, the feel of it 
deep inside her had felt good, although she knew it shouldn't have.
However once he'd pulled out, he moved around the table, untying her, taking 
the cuffs off, finally taking off her blindfold and she knew she'd have to 
get up. She took a moment to stretch her limbs, not able to really look at 
him now she had her sight back, before she climbed off the table and went 
down on her knees. She knew what she had to do and wasn't going to risk even 
more of his punishments. Besides she thought as she started to lick his cock 
and balls clean of their combined juice she really didn't mind the taste. It 
was nice, well naughty and nice she thought, almost giggling. And it was so 
much better than his punishments.
"That's a good slave. You're learning. Umm, yeah. Lick my balls clean."
There was something overwhelming about watching her clean him like this and 
each time she'd done it he'd wanted it to go on forever. All too soon she'd 
licked his balls and pubes clean and she now had half his cock in her mouth, 
her cheeks hollowed as she gently sucked on him. Holding her head he started 
guiding her mouth.
"Put your hands behind your back. Now leave them there."
With her hands behind her something felt different Janet thought, sucking as 
hard as she could, her tongue rubbing against his shaft. At first she wasn't 
sure what it was then she worked it out. The other times because she could 
use her hands when she'd had to suck him she'd felt she had a degree of 
control of the situation even though he was forcing her to do it. But with 
her hands behind her back and his hands gripping her head, she had no 
control. She was just a mouth... a hole for him to use. That was it, he was 
fucking her mouth... her face. Her heart plummeted again as the truth that 
in the last twenty four hours she had become a thing, a slut to be fucked in 
the mouth, the pussy and even the bum struck home.
With each stroke he pulled her head a fraction of an inch further onto his 
cock, feeling his cockhead brushing across the roof of her mouth each time. 
Then she was pulling back against his hands and he figured he must have 
reached her throat. He was pretty sure this wasn't the best position to be 
in to try to get his cock into her throat but he wanted to see what would 
happen anyway. He'd read about gag reflex in some stories on the net plus 
seen it in action on vids he'd downloaded. Now he wanted to see what would 
happen if he actually tried to fuck her throat. For the next few strokes he 
was careful not to go to far, waiting till she relaxed again, then he did 
it, pulling hard on her head, watching as an extra inch of his cock 
disappeared and he could feel his cockhead pressing against what he assumed 
was her throat.
Janet panicked, gagging as his cock bumped against her throat. Her hands 
came around to his thighs pushing him away as her head jerked back, her 
mouth pulling off his cock. She spluttered convulsively as her eyes watered.
"Bad slave. Bad cocksucker. That's going to cost you. I told you to leave 
your hands behind your back. You can put that in your book along with a 
couple of things from before. Let's see, you didn't call me master at least 
twice and also you told me to stop sucking your clit. Naughty. You never 
tell me to stop something. And you never take your mouth off my cock like 
you just did. Understand cocksucker?"
"Yes master, sorry master. It was choking."
He patted her on the head like you would a pet dog.
"There there, poor little slut. You'll just have to learn not to choke won't 
you cocksucker? Cause I want my cock all the way in your cocksucking mouth 
when you suck it from now on. Okay, write it up in the book then come into 
the family room. There's a video I want you to watch. Deep Throat. You'd 
better watch it carefully cause later you're going to show me what you've 
learned."
"Yes master."
Deep Throat. She had a pretty good idea what it was going to be about and 
she was pretty certain she wasn't going to like it.
She was right. She didn't like the movie both for what it was about which 
seemed impossible to her and also because the movie seemed really old and 
naff. But she watched carefully, trying to work out how Linda did it without 
choking to death.
He'd left her to watch it by herself, telling her to come up to his room 
when it was over so she could show him what she'd learnt. It was so hard to 
go up though knowing what he was going to make her do. She just knew she 
wouldn't be able to do it and then he'd hit her for not doing it. The 
trouble was that if she didn't go up, if he came down and discovered her 
waiting down here he'd also hit her. No choice.
While Janet was watching the video Richard had gone for a quick swim and 
then started doing some work on the photos he'd taken yesterday, downloading 
them and touching them up and making sure that she couldn't be recognised. 
Last thing he needed was someone from school downloading a pic of her and 
recognising her. That would really blow this. Still he was going to have a 
great private collection of photos of Janet by the time this was all over 
even if there were some he couldn't post. And he'd already decided what the 
next series would be of. He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't hear 
her come up the stairs.
She stood in the doorway, arms by her side, waiting for him to notice her. 
When after a while he didn't turn around, she cleared her throat.
"Oh, didn't see you there."
When he'd turned he was smiling at her but the smile quickly disappeared and 
now he was looking angry. At first she couldn't work out what was wrong. 
He'd told her to come up after watching the video, she hadn't spoken without 
permission, she wasn't trying to cover herself up. Shit. She'd forgotten to 
kneel. Within seconds she was on her knees in the position with her hands on 
her thighs.
"Too late. That'll be a punishment slave. So, you've finished the video?"
"Yes master."
"Ready to try? Well?"
"I... your slave doesn't think she could do it."
"Then my fucking stupid slave will just have to keep trying till she can, 
won't she. Maybe I can think of a few things that will help you. You know, 
like a few slaps on your bum if you don't do it. Or maybe on your tits?"
"No master. I mean... your slave means. Sorry master. Your slave means 
she'll try her best master."
"Good. And if your best isn't good enough I'll just have to keep punishing 
you till it is won't I? And to help, I'll make the punishment bigger each 
time till you finally learn how to do it because you want to be a good 
cocksucker don't you slave."
"Yes master."
"Thought so! But before you show me how you can deep throat me there's 
something else I want you to do. I want you to play with yourself while I 
watch. So get up on the bed. I want you to masturbate till you come. Okay?"
"Yes master."
A reprieve! Well that's what it felt like she thought as she crawled to the 
bed and clambered onto it. She'd make this last as long as possible, make it 
as good as she could, make him so hot that maybe he'd want to fuck her 
instead of making her suck him. It wasn't much, but at least it was 
something to cling to she thought as she positioned herself leaning against 
the bedhead, her legs spread wide with her feet up near her bum. Closing her 
eyes to block out where she was she brought her hands down to the inside of 
her thighs and started brushing her fingers over them, her touch so light it 
was almost not there. But it was there enough to send a shiver through her.
Click.
Her eyes flew open to see Richard at the foot of the bed with a camera 
pointed at her. Without thinking she covered her boobs, brought her legs 
together and twisted to one side.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking some pics."
"No way."
"What?"
"No way. You're not taking any photos of me. Fuck!"
Instantly they were at an impasse, both of them glaring at each other, but 
it was an impasse that Richard knew he couldn't afford to lose. He cursed 
himself for not realizing that she's be pissed off if she knew he was taking 
photos of her like this. He'd forgotten that she didn't know about him 
taking the photos yesterday. But he wasn't going to let her stop him, no 
way. He'd show her who was in charge. Putting the camera back on his desk he 
sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from her, patting the bed alongside 
him.
"Come down here."
Warily she moved down alongside him.
"In your ready position slave. No stay on the bed but kneel in position. 
Hands behind your back. That's right."
He half turned towards her and reached out to fondle her boobs, gently 
stroking them and holding them.
"They're so beautiful. So fucking beautiful."
Janet wasn't sure what was happening. He'd gotten rid of the camera but it 
seemed too easy. As he started to tweak her nipple she remembered she was 
meant to thank him when he said things about her.
"Thank you master."
"That's okay slave. Umm. Whose boobs are they?"
"What?"
"Whose boobs are they?"
"They're my... they're your boobs master."
"Yep, they're my boobs."
His hand moved down rubbing her stomach, her thighs and then cupping her 
between her legs.
"And whose cunt is this slave?"
"Your cunt master? Uhh."
He'd slipped two fingers into her. For a while he fucked her with his 
fingers, digging them in as far as he could. She was still wet from their 
earlier fuck so when he pulled his fingers out they were covered with their 
combined juice.
"Well slave my fingers seem to be covered with come and cunt juice. Whose 
come?"
"Yours master."
"And whose cunt juice?"
"Yours master."
Bringing his fingers up to her mouth he smeared the combined juices over her 
lips and chin.
"That's right cunt because you're mine. Every part of your slutty body is 
mine, isn't it? Isn't it cunt?"
"Yes master."
When he pushed his fingers into her mouth she dutifully sucked them clean.
"No bitch. Tell me. Don't just fucking say yes master."
"My slutty body is yours master. Uhh."
He'd jammed his fingers back into her cunt, getting more juice on them.
"So if I want to take pictures of your fucking slutty body while you play 
with your cunt then I can. Because you fucking belong to me. Right cunt."
"Yes master."
"You're starting to piss me off now. I want to hear you fucking say it 
cunt!"
"You can take pictures of me, of my slutty body while I masturbate. I mean 
play with my cunt master."
This time he wiped his fingers over her cheeks and forehead.
"Here you go fucktoy. Some make up. Now ask me. Ask me to take pictures of 
you."
"Please master take pictures of me playing with myself. Please master."
"Hmm. Not all that convincing. Tell you what, I'm just going to get 
something. When I get back I want you to beg me. And I want it dirty, really 
dirty and convincing. Okay?"
"Yes master."
"Because if it isn't..."
As he left the room she started shaking. One minute everything was fine, 
well maybe not fine but not horrible like it was now. Now she was calling 
herself names and agreeing to let him take picture of her masturbating. 
Names. She had to think of things to say so he wouldn't hurt her when he 
came back because he seemed really angry, cold and angry with her this time.
Richard had just remembered that his parents had decided not to take their 
movie camera with them. It took a while to get it out and make sure he had a 
tape he could use so he was gone for about ten minutes. When he returned she 
was still kneeling on the end of the bed. She stared wide eyed at the camera 
but didn't say anything.
"I thought why take still pics of my slave's body when I can film her 
playing with her cunt. So let's make a film slut. Your first porno! Any 
objections?"
"No master."
"Good. Here's what we'll do. When I start filming, first you say who you 
are. That'd be Janet Sheen, sex slave. Then you say what you are. Cum slut, 
cocksucker, fuck toy, whore, all those things. Then maybe say what you like 
doing. Sucking cock, being fucked in the cunt and fucked in the arse, 
licking arse. Then what you're going to do. Masturbate your slimy cunt till 
you come like a slut. And make it good. Believable. Or we'll do it again and 
again till you do. Okay?"
"Yes master."
"Cause if we have to do it more than a couple of times then I'll probably 
think you're fucking up on purpose and have to punish you... a lot. So, 
smile for the camera fuckface."
Somehow she managed to force a smile onto her face.
"Good. And when you've said it all you can get back up there and start 
jerking off. Okay rolling. Start talking cunt."
"Hi... I'm Janet Sheen and, and I'm a slave, a sex slave. I love having sex, 
um, and sucking cock. I'm a slut, a cum slut and a cocksucker. I'm going to 
masturbate until I come."
"Cut, cut, cut. That was fucking pathetic. Shit. Do you really want me to 
punish you, is that it?"
"No, I'm sorry master. I couldn't remember it all. Really. Please let me try 
again, I'll be better I promise master."
With his free hand he reached out and captured the nipple on her right boob 
and holding it tightly, twisted it.
"Ahhh."
"And stop saying I. It's this slave or your slave, not I."
"Ohh, sorry master. Yes master."
"Okay, let's try again. Ready?"
"Yes master."
"Action."
"Hi. My name is Janet Sheen... um... sex slave. This sex slave is a cum 
slut, a cocksucker and a, a dirty cunt. This sex slave loves being fucked in 
the cunt and in the arse. She loves sucking cocks. This slutty sex slave is 
a fuck toy and licks cocks and licks arse. She is going to play with her hot 
cunt and do it until she comes. Because she's a... a disgusting, worthless 
slut."
Awesome, totally awesome and a totally major turn on. Especially watching 
her through the camera. With his free hand he waved at her to move back up 
the bed into position, following her with the camera.
Janet didn't care anymore. She felt so dirty, such a slut now that it 
wouldn't have mattered what he'd wanted her to do, she'd have smiled and 
done it. Probably crying at the same time for what she'd become. She 
positioned herself against the bedhead, legs again spread wide, her pussy on 
view for his camera. Bringing her right index finger up to her mouth she 
licked it making sure it was wet and, once again closing her eyes, trying to 
block out the world, she started masturbating.
Somehow it was even better watching her through the camera. It made it feel 
even more invasive, more controlling as she started to move her fingers 
through her slit. Zooming in so that he could catch everything in detail he 
watched spellbound. She started by stroking her wet finger through her slit 
from just below her cunt to above her clit. After doing this about half a 
dozen times she left her pussy alone and moved to her thighs, brushing the 
inside of them with the fingers of both hands. It looked like she was barely 
touching herself. After a while the area she was stroking widened to include 
her groin area, then the tops of her hips and finally her flat stomach. As 
she continued stroking herself with this feathery touch, every so often 
she'd shiver and he'd see goose bumps breakout on her body.
This went on forever and Richard was about to tell her to hurry up, thinking 
she was maybe stalling when with the index fingers of both hands she started 
playing with the silky blonde hairs on her sparse bush. It didn't even look 
like she was touch her skin, just the hairs on her mound, her touch was so 
light.
He almost missed the next development, thinking at first that the tiny 
noises he kept hearing were the bed squeaking, but after the first couple he 
realised that it was her, sort of making tiny moaning noises.
She didn't spend too long playing with her bush, moving her fingers down 
along the outside of her pussy lips, stroking them and pushing them together 
before she finally pulled them apart completely revealing her glistening 
pink inner lips. Then she was stroking her fingers over her inner lips, 
getting them wet with her juices. The way she was going, this video was 
going to provide him with jerk off material for the rest of his life!
"Ohhh."
This time there was no mistaking her moan as she brushed a fingertip over 
her clit. When she'd started touching herself it had been hidden but at some 
stage it had appeared, poking out of it's hood like a tiny, smooth, shiny 
pearl. For a while she seemed to concentrate on her clit, just using one 
finger which she occassionally dipped into her pussy folds to keep wet as 
she continued to softly moan.
"Ahhh."
Now the pace was picking up and she slid the index finger of her other hand 
inside her cunt and started slowly working it in and out, gradually 
increasing speed. As she worked her fingers in her cunt and over her clit, 
he moved the camera slowly up her body. The muscles on her stomach seemed to 
be almost clenching and releasing in counterpoint to her finger fucking. Her 
chest was started to rise and fall drawing instant attention to her firm 
boobs with their wonderful hard nipples. Finally, her mouth and lips were 
looking more erotic than he could have ever imagined. It looked as though 
she was chewing on them, first the bottom lip then the top lip and every so 
often her tongue would poke out and lick wetly over them. Shit, this was 
awesome.
"Oh yes."
He zoomed out so he could get all her body. She now had two fingers 
pistoning inside her while the other hand was brushing back and forth across 
her clit so fast it was a blur. Her hips and whole lower body was squirming 
as she obviously moved closer and closer to a climax. And all on tape!
"Ahh. Yes. Oh, shit. Yes. Ohhhh, god. Ohh, wow. Yeah."
She'd done it. Masturbated for him till she came. Fucking amazing! Shit he 
wished he could tell someone about this. This really deserved to be shared 
although he knew that he'd never be able to. Even watching her come down 
from her orgasm was great. She was holding her pussy with both hands. It 
looked like she still had her fingers inside her and every twenty seconds or 
so she tense up, shake and then moan. Wow. Maybe she was having multiple 
orgasms.
They weren't multiple orgasms, something Janet was yet to experience, just 
the sort of aftershocks she sometimes had after a really good session. And 
this had been a good session because she'd basically thought fuck him, she 
was going to enjoy this for as long as possible. And she wasn't even going 
to open her eyes till he made her which of course happened almost as soon as 
she thought that.
"So what are you thinking about when you're getting yourself off?"
She slowly opened her eyes, not quite sure what he was asking.
"What master?"
"When you play with yourself, what do you think about. You know, like who do 
you think about. I think about you a lot when I jerk off. Bet you didn't 
know that."
She just stared at him, a thousand thoughts suddenly racing through her 
mind. Normally when she masturbated she fantasized about her boyfriend or a 
potential boyfriend or someone famous making love to her. But this time 
she'd unknowingly fantasized about him, the person who'd been raping her. It 
had somehow crept up on her as she lay there. Lay there performing for him 
like a slut, a bitch in heat!
No. This was wrong. It was all so wrong, made even more so because what 
she'd been thinking about wasn't him raping and hurting her. She'd being 
remembering him caressing her, kissing her and licking her. She'd been 
remembering how amazing his cock had felt inside her, how mind blowing it 
had been just a couple of hours ago when he'd brought her to those orgasms 
with his tongue.
"Hello? Anyone there? Hello slave?"
"I've got to go."
"What?"
Already she was off the bed, stepping into her skirt and picking up her top.
"What the fuck are you doing? Hey. What d'you think your fucking doing?"
"Going. Have to go. Have to..."
Before he could stop her she was out the door, pulling her top on, not even 
bother to get her shoes. He followed her, calling after her but she 
practically ran down the stairs and out the front door.
"Come back here. Come back slave!"
But she didn't and he stood at his front door, naked, unable to follow as he 
watched his slave disappear from his life.
Chapter 12: Blackmailed again
Janet didn't stop till she was safely in her bedroom. She sat at her 
dressing table, staring into the mirror, searching for evidence of the 
traumatic events she'd been through. Nothing. Surely there should be some 
external evidence of what had happened to her but she didn't look any 
different.
At least she was free from him. Trouble was she didn't feel free, not with 
him still holding the evidence of her and Marcia cheating. Not that it 
mattered as he'd probably emailed it to everyone by now. If she thought her 
life was over before then now she was sure it was.
If only she could at least talk to someone but the choices were kind of 
limited. Normally if there was a really big problem in her life she'd talk 
to her mom about it but she knew that she had to hide this from her parents 
no matter what. The only other people she could tell were Kelly who was 
going to be away for another fortnight and Marcia who'd be away even longer.
There were other friends but she couldn't talk to them about this. She could 
just hear the conversations. "Hi it's Janet. I've just been raped and 
whipped and had all sorts of horrible things done to me by the guy who lives 
next door. How did it happen? Well, he did it because I stole some exam 
papers and cheated on my exams and he found out so I agreed to be his sex 
slave if he wouldn't tell anyone." Shit!
Staring in the mirror wasn't helping so she ran a bath and soaked in it for 
ages, imagining the water washing away her problems. This helped a bit when 
she was in the bath but as soon as she got out the problems were back with a 
vengence.
Janet spent the next few hours alternately pacing through the house, trying 
to watch tv to escape or lying on her bed, clutching her pillow and fighting 
back tears. It wasn't until early afternoon that she remembered Marcia had 
said she'd occassionally check her email while she was away. She turned on 
her computer so she could send Marcia an email telling her she had to call 
her no matter what.
Richard's first response was disappointment. Huge, all encompassing 
disappointment as Janet disappeared from his life. Then as he shut the front 
door his disappointment was swept aside by fear that she'd tell, fear that 
next time he opened the front door there'd be a cop standing there, waiting 
to arrest him. Maybe if he got rid of the evidence he'd be able to deny it 
all. First, all the stuff he had on the computer had to go he thought as he 
headed back to his room.
Sitting down in front of his computer he moved the mouse to deactivate the 
screen saver and there was the image he'd been working on in photoshop. She 
was naked with her arms and legs stretched out and the red lines from where 
he'd whipped her traced across her beautiful body. He clicked on the image 
zooming in till her blindfolded face and gorgeous tits filled the monitor. 
How could he delete something so special, so sexy? There must be another way 
out of this and even if there wasn't he'd prefer to risk being arrested 
rather than getting rid of the pictures and the video.
The pictures and the video. Maybe there was another way. Maybe he could use 
them. Maybe it wasn't over but he'd have to hurry.
As Janet loaded her email program her mind was mostly occupied with working 
out what she could risk saying to Marcia. From force of habit she checked 
her inbox, dumping a few spam emails and barely glancing through the others 
which she'd reply to later. However the last email stopped her dead.
Hi Janet. This is Richard. If you want to check out your new website click 
on this link. Lots of pics of you like the one below and a vid of you doing 
you know what. You have two hours to call me to talk about this.
Underneath was a web address and she watched in shock as an image of her 
downloaded below the address. He'd obviously taken it yesterday after he'd 
first whipped her. For ages she just stared at it, unbelieving that pictures 
of her looking like this could exist, unable to move before she finally hit 
the delete button.
No. Wrong. She had to check out the site, see if it really existed. The 
delete folder. It was still there. She dragged the email back to her inbox 
and with a sinking heart clicked on the link. It worked. There was a pink 
background, some text and lots of pictures, all of her.
Welcome to Janet Sheen's Teenage Slut site.
I'm Janet and I'm a total teen slut. I'm only fifteen but I'm into some 
heavy shit. Check out the pictures below of me tied up after my master has 
whipped me. Then click on the video icon. This will download my first net 
video. In it I tell you what a slut I am and then I finger my hot cunt just 
for you until I come. I think you'll like it because there are lots of close 
ups of my tight teen cunt. If you do like it, email me at the address below 
and if you're lucky I'll email you back with my phone number and tell you 
where I live so you can come visit and we can fuck and suck all night.
Hope to hear from you soon.
She didn't bother clicking on the video link. There wasn't any point because 
even if it didn't work the photos were real and there was no doubt it was 
her behind the blindfold and the gag. No doubt it was her? As if that 
mattered when the page was called Janet Sheen's Teenage Slut Site.
Yesterday when she'd signed that stupid slave thing to stop him telling 
family and friends about her cheating it was to stop all the people she knew 
from finding out. If she hadn't maybe she'd have been expelled from her 
school, maybe she'd be grounded for a long time but it probably would only 
have been for the cheating and it would have been forgotten eventually. Not 
this. This was going to be forever. Everywhere she went, every person she 
met for the rest of her life she'd be wondering if they'd seen this, if they 
had watched her masturbate. If she didn't do something about it her life 
really would be over this time.
She didn't know how long she sat staring blindly at the screen before, with 
trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Richard. She hadn't 
called his number for at least three years but she still remembered it from 
when they were friends. So long ago. Shit, why did she do what Marcia 
demanded all those years ago. Kel was right, she shouldn't have shut Richard 
out of their lives and now it was too late.
Richard was in the kitchen grabbing some food when he heard the phone. 
Racing for it he skidded to a stop as he grabbed the handset.
"Hello? Hello?"
There was no one there. Shit he must have missed it. He was just about to 
hang up when he thought he heard something.
"Hello. Is there."
"Hi."
It was Janet, her voice so quiet he barely heard her. That must be a good 
sign he thought. She wasn't yelling at him, demanding that he get rid of the 
web site as he'd half thought she might.
"Hi."
"It's me. Ummm. I. I saw the email and the."
"Right. and?"
"Umm, okay."
He punched his fist into the air, mouthing a silent victory cry. It wasn't 
over. He still had her. More than had her, she was really totally fucking 
his now and she knew it. She'd tried to get away and now she knew that she 
couldn't. Ever.
"Okay?"
"I'll. you know. I'll do what you want."
"I'll?"
There was a long silence before she replied, her voice almost inaudible.
"Your slave. master."
"Right. Better. You've been a naughty little slave haven't you?"
"Yes master."
"A very naughty little slave. And what happens to naughty slaves? Well, 
what?"
"Punished."
"Yep. They're punished. Guess what your punishment will be slave."
"You'll. you'll hit me. hit your slave."
"Tell you what, let's play a little game. I want you to tell me how many 
times you think I should hit you. Not now. Tomorrow at nine o'clock when 
you'll come over. Here's how the game will go. I know how many hits you 
deserve. If you tell me I should hit you less than I think then you'll get 
your number plus mine. If you tell me the same as I think or more, then 
that's all you'll get. Understand slave?"
"Yes master."
"Okay. Nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't you dare be late slave. And 
you'd better be able to stay all night again or else."
Yes! It was on again. Initially, if she'd called and given in again, he'd 
planned on telling her to come over immediately. But while he was waiting 
for her call he'd started thinking about what he wanted to do if she did 
come back. He was going to need lots of preparation time so he'd decided 
that he'd have to wait till tomorrow. It was going to be worth it though and 
if he got too horny waiting he could always jerk off to his new video of 
her.
Somehow Janet survived when her parents came home and she had dinner with 
them without either of them asking her if anything was wrong. After dinner 
she retreated to her room and spent the next few torturous hours trying to 
work out the magic number. She knew that coming up with the right sort of 
number was really important. If she said something easy like one or two, 
he'd probably get really pissed off and make it lots. But if she came up 
with a bigger number and it was still too small then she'd be getting that 
plus whatever he thought. Finally she settled on a number which she of 
course adjusted constantly every time she thought about it.
Eventually she went to bed but for ages she couldn't sleep she was so wound 
up. There was a way she knew which normally helped her fall asleep but it 
felt wrong to be doing that tonight so she tossed and turned till she 
couldn't stand it anymore.
Easing her hand down to her pussy, she conjured up images of one of the guys 
from her favourite tv show as she started stroking her finger through her 
pussy. She had to bite on her lip to stop from moaning because she was very 
sensitive tonight. Good though she thought, it would mean she could get off 
quickly. Slipping her finger inside she covered it with her juices and 
started playing with her clitoris, coaxing it out as she started to think of 
someone licking her. It had felt so good, so complete when he put his mouth 
on her clitoris, so much more complete than using a finger was. And when 
he'd licked all over her pussy and pushed the tip of his tongue into her 
pussy and even when he put his tongue into her bum. But the best part was 
when he'd sucked her clitoris into his mouth and she'd exploded in that 
first overpowering orgasm this morning.
As she came, one hand pushing into her pussy the other gripping her 
bedclothes, images of sucking his cock and of having his cock in her pussy 
flashed through her mind. It was only as she relaxed after the waves of her 
orgasm had washed over her that she realised that she'd actually masturbated 
with Richard as her fantasy. Tears rolled down her cheeks once again. Even 
in her fantasies she couldn't seem to escape him.
Less that a hundred yards away Richard was also in bed. His tv was 
positioned so he could watch in bed and he had linked the video camera to 
it. As the video of Janet masturbating started and she smiled for the 
camera, introducing herself as a sex slave, Richard started stroking his 
already hard cock, settling down for a long stroke session.
Chapter 13: Twin Peaks
The next morning she waited in her room till her parents had left for work 
before venturing downstairs. After a quick breakfast she showered and 
dressed. That was the hardest part, working out what to wear because she 
wanted to cover herself as much as possible but didn't want him to realise 
it. If it wasn't that she knew it would piss him off she'd have worn baggy 
pants and a loose top. What she settled on was a wrap around skirt that came 
to just above her knees, pair of her plainest panties and a sports bra, a 
crop top that was very loose so that it didn't really show off her boobs and 
a pair of sandals.
By five to nine she was standing outside Richard's front door. Taking a big 
breath to try and dispel her fear she reached out, opened the door and 
stepped inside to find the ominous leather cuffs laid out on the floor along 
with her leash and lying next to it two fake cocks. To one side was a tripod 
with the video camera he'd used to film her yesterday focused straight at 
her.
"Good morning slave."
Her head whipped to the right where there was a small speaker sitting on a 
chair.
"That's right, I'm watching you on the camera and I'm speaking to you 
through this. Shut the door. Good. Now kneel in front of the clothes I've 
prepared for you. Kneel slave! Now!"
She dropped to her knees, hands behind her back assuming the ready position.
"Good slave. Except you still have your own clothes on. Bad slave. From now 
on as soon as you come in you take your clothes off. Now, take everything 
off, put on your cuffs and then get back into position. Come on cunt!"
"Yes master."
Cunt! The word reverbrated in her head as she took off her clothes, not even 
having time to consider how pointless it had been taking so much time 
earlier deciding what to wear. Skirt, top, sandals, bra, panties and she was 
naked again, shivering now with fear as the reality of once again being his 
slave, of having to let him degrade and hurt her struck home. The 
embarrassment of having no clothes on also flooded back and she had to work 
hard to control her urge to cover her tits and pussy. Picking up the cuffs 
she started putting them on, starting with her wrists and them twisting 
around to put the ankle cuffs on before locking the collar around her neck. 
Then she was back in position, clothes scattered around her, eyes staring at 
the floor, trying not to look at the two horrid fake cocks in front of her 
as she became conscious of her nipples, hard and pointing straight at the 
camera.
"Good slave. That's the way you should be all the time, naked, on your 
fucking knees, ready to be used like the fuck slut you are. Now for the 
interesting stuff. I hope your cunt is wet because you have 30 seconds to 
get the vibrator up there. That's the pink plastic cock. Starting now!"
Reaching out with a shaking hand she picked up the vibrator. It looked so 
real, at least seven inches long and probably as thick as Richard's cock. 
Kneeling up she slowly brought it between her legs till the head was against 
her hole. With the fingers of her other hand she spread her pussy lips apart 
both thankful and disgusted when she felt the slickness on her fingers. 
Thankful because it meant that she was wet enough to put the vibrator in 
without having to hurt herself, disgusted because it was just another bit of 
proof that she really was a slut.
"Ten seconds."
"Uhhh."
She doubled over as the head slid inside, once again trying to get used to 
the feel of something this big inside her pussy.
"Five seconds bitch. Hurry up if you don't want your punishment to be even 
worse than it's going to be."
Taking a big breath she pulled her hand up, the vibrator sliding all the way 
into her till it hit the top of her pussy.
"Uggh."
"Good slut. Leave it there. Now the butt plug. That's the black cock of 
course, fat on one end, skinnier in the middle. It goes up your arse. And 
because I'm kind I'll let you grease it first. Forty seconds to grease it 
and fuck it up your arse."
Straightening up she looked at the black thing in front of her and then up 
at the camera as though she might be able to actually see him, mouth open in 
shock as she realised exactly what he wanted her to do.
"Yes cunt, up your tight arse. Time's ticking away. If I were you I'd get 
that tube of KY and get to work. Otherwise I'll have to punish you so bad 
for not doing what you're told. Good little slut, that's the way."
With trembling hands she gingerly picked up the tube of KY and then the plug 
by its base. She squeezed a glob of lubricant on it and started carefully 
rubbing it over the thing.
"Twenty seconds left. I'd hurry up if I were you. And you might want to 
stick some of that up your arse as well."
The panic almost overwhelmed her. She didn't know if she'd be able to push 
this thing into herself but she knew she'd have to try.
"Fifteen seconds cunt."
Putting the dildo down she bent over, her head on the floor and her arse 
sticking up in the air. Reaching behind herself she squirted the KY against 
her arsehole. Dropping the tube she spread it around, finally pushing a 
finger into herself.
"Ahh shit."
She pushed her finger around a bit, trying to spread the slippery stuff as 
much as she could. Her other hand groped around on the floor till she found 
the dildo again. Holding it against her arsehole she presses but there was 
no way she could do it.
"Five seconds bitch."
Squeezing her eyes tightly shut she pulled forward as hard as she could.
"Ahhhh. oh fuck. uhhhh."
Toppling over she fell on her side, shaking with the shock of what she'd 
done to herself. It felt so big, filling her bum and pushing up against the 
vibrator that was jammed into her pussy. After the initial jab of pain that 
had caused her to lose her balance, it didn't really hurt but it felt so 
unnatural, so disgustingly dirty to have these two things filling her down 
there.
"Okay, you made it just in time. Now get back on your knees. Come on slave, 
get on your fucking knees. Get up you fucking cunt!"
Shakily she knelt back up, every move reminding her of the two objects now 
invading her body.
"Yeah that's good. Okay slut, now you're just the way you should be all the 
fucking time, cock filling your cunt and your arse. Now put on the leash and 
get on all fours and crawl to me. You've got two minutes to find me fuck 
toy."
Richard was in the family room, sitting naked in a chair, one hand holding a 
microphone, the other slowly stroking his hard cock, watching the tv screen 
that he'd connected to the video camera. It was on a wide view and he'd seen 
everything that Janet had done for him. Now as he watched she was moving off 
screen, crawling as fast as she could to find him. His slave was coming to 
him and he knew that now she'd do everything he told her to do and that 
she'd never run away from him again.
As she crawled she hoped that he hadn't gone upstairs because she knew she 
be late if that was the case. First she tried the lounge room but that was 
empty so she headed for the family room where he'd hurt her so badly the 
first day. There she found him waiting for her. She stopped in the doorway, 
on all fours, and they stared at each other, her eyes filled with defeat, 
his with victory.
"Hello slave. You made it with thirty seconds to spare. Good slave. Come on, 
over here and in position."
She stopped in front of him and knelt again, hands behind her back and eyes 
down. Standing up he circled her before crouching in front of her, tilting 
her head up so he could stare into her eyes. On hand reached between her 
legs so he could touch his new toys, buried inside her. He pushed on the 
butt plug making her grunt and then he twisted the vibrator which elicited a 
small moan from her.
"Like my new toys do you slut? Well cunt?"
"Yes master, your slave likes your new toys."
Taking hold of her naked breasts, he caressed them for a while before 
starting to squeeze them.
"You were a very bad slave running away the so as we agreed I'm going to 
have to punish you for being so bad. And I'm going to really enjoy it 
bitch."
By now he was holding her hard nipples between finger and thumb, and he 
started clamping down and twisting, sending lances of pain darting through 
her breasts.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Somehow she held on, staying in position until he finally released them.
"That's a good slave. Didn't pull away. So, what do you think your 
punishment should be?"
She was so terrified that whatever she said he'd tell her it was wrong and 
just add it to what he wanted that for a few moments it was like she was 
struck dumb. Eventually she whispered the number she'd come up with.
"Sixteen master."
"Sixteen? So you think sixteen is enough for running away do you? Really?"
"No, yes. More? I. your slave doesn't know. I'm. she's sorry master. Should 
it be more? Please master. I'll. your slave will say more if you want her 
to."
"No slave. The deal was that you say what you think. And you did that, you 
said sixteen. Now if I thought you should get twenty, then you're going to 
get thirty six aren't you?"
"Yes master."
She'd got it wrong. She should have said more, now it was going to be twice 
as bad. More. Finally the tears started trickling down her cheeks.
"But I was only going to give you twelve, so it'll just be the sixteen that 
you think you deserve slave."
"What? Only sixteen? Oh, thank you master, thank you."
Her relief was palpable. Sixteen, not thirty six.
"Next thing is should I use my hand or should I use the whip? Which hurts 
more? Well slave girl, which one hurts more?"
"The whip master."
"Right. So which do you think it should be? Should I whip you, which you say 
will hurt more or should I just spank you?"
It was like a trick question and she had no idea what would happen if she 
got it wrong. If she said spanking maybe he'd just whip her anyway or maybe 
even punish her more for asking for the one that wasn't going to hurt as 
much. But if she said whip then that was probably all that would happen.
"I'm waiting cunt. Tell me which one you think you fucking deserve or I'll 
do sixteen of both."
"Whip master."
"Okay. Good choice. That's what I think. So let's get started. Get down on 
the floor over here on your stomach. Come on, face here and feet her. That's 
right. Now attach you ankles to these. Come on, hurry up slut. Okay left 
hand here. Lock it on. Now put your right hand here. Good slave."
Richard had set up four ropes on the floor that were tied off to different 
parts of the wall. After he'd secured the cuff on her right hand to the 
final rope she was spreadeagled on the floor, her arms and legs forming 
right angles. He then grabbed her hair in one hand, using it to lift her 
head up.
"Open up. Need to put the gag in cause I think you'll be screaming a lot. 
There we go, just making sure it's tight."
With the gag secure he moved down to her hips and taking hold of the flange 
of the butt plug, he tapped his finger on it. This was so fucking amazing. 
He had a fake cock up the arse of Janet Sheen! Then he twisted it which 
caused her to jerk and grunt.
"Like that bitch? Like having your arsehole stuffed? And your cunt stuffed. 
Want me to turn on the vibrator? Of course you do because you're a slut, 
aren't you?"
Apart from her muffled grunt, there was no obvious reaction when he switched 
on the vibrator but he guessed they probably took a while to have any 
effect. Not that he really cared because now he wanted to get on with her 
punishment which would be followed by his first come of the day and he had 
something special planned for that.
Janet's concentration was now on her pussy and the vibrating cock that was 
filling her. Even in this terrifying position she could still feel the first 
tendrils of pleasure seeping in. The movement in her pussy seemed to be 
making it easier to have the other thing stuck inside her bum. In fact the 
way the vibrator was moving against the other thing was already starting to 
feel nice.
Pain!
Her whole body exploded, jerking with the incredible pain that slashed 
across her bum. She twisted her head to the other side, craning up to try 
and see where he was as the second stroke landed on her already stinging 
bum.
The whip he'd chosen was a single strand one, about four feet long with a 
braided handle that added another foot to it. He hadn't used it on her 
before but the way she was jerking about it was obvious that it hurt even 
though he hadn't swung very hard. He'd have to be careful because he didn't 
want to hurt her too much, just enough to show her that she couldn't piss 
off on him like she had any more.
"This one is going to go from your right shoulder diagonally across your 
back. Ready? Yeah, perfect, now I just have to move around to get the other 
side. Okay, that looks great, there are these two red stripes now. Looks 
like a cross on your back. I hope you like it. Now for you legs bitch."
Methodically he worked his way over her body. The worst part was probably 
the way he'd tell her each time exactly where he was going to hit her. Most 
of the time he even bent down and traced a line over her body with his 
fingernail as he told her where he was going to try to land the whip. Then 
he'd wait, letting her imagine it before striking. And with every stroke she 
jerked and grunted, fresh waves of pain radiating through her poor body. He 
lashed her sixteen times till her body was patterned with angry looking red 
stripes.
"Well cunt, that's your sixteen lashes. Now it's time for me to have some 
fun. Can't have you being the only one enjoying yourself can we? Umm, 
trouble is your cunt and your arsehole seem to be full, and your mouth is 
full too isn't it. Guess I'll just have to work something else out. Here, 
roll over and spread yourself out again."
He'd undone her restraints and flipped here over onto her back causing her 
to jerk with pain as her bum and back hit the floor. Quickly he re-cuffed 
her into the spreadeagled position and them knelt over her, sitting on her 
stomach. He'd discarded the whip and was now holding a small bottle and a 
pillow which he roughly pushed under her head.
"This is for under your head so you can see what's happening. Oil's for your 
big tits. Need them nice and slippery for the next thing bitch."
Pouring the massage oil on her tits he spread it all over them, making sure 
that there was plenty of oil in the valley between her tits before he 
discarded the bottle. Leaning forward he rested his cock in between her 
tits, one hand cupping the outside of each tit.
"Know what I'm going to do now cunt? I'm going to fuck your tits and then 
I'm going to come all over your fucking face. And don't you dare close your 
fucking eyes or I'll whip your fucking tits. That's better slave."
Pressing her tits together he closed them around his cock and then started 
moving his hips back and forth.
"Oh yeah, like that slut? Like having a cock fucking between your big fat 
tits? Of course you do because your a cock sucking, come eating little cunt 
aren't you slave? Yeah, that feels real good."
Her mind was slowly clearing from the shock and the pain of the whipping and 
it wasn't till he was pushing her tits together, his cock was moving between 
them that she really understood what was happening. She'd never heard of 
anything like this, using a girls tits so that a guy could come till he'd 
threatened to do it to her on the first day. But it was just another of the 
perverted things that he was doing to her. His cockhead kept appearing and 
disappearing as it moved through the tunnel he'd formed. All she could do 
was lie there, waiting for his cock to spew his come all over her and listen 
to him saying all the horrible things about her.
Already he could feel the pressure building in his balls and this time he 
wasn't worried about trying to hold back. He wanted to come on her, wanted 
her to be humiliated and suffer for running away. He squeezed her tits 
together even harder, fingers sinking into them, not caring how much it hurt 
her. With every stroke the underside of his cock and his balls were rubbing 
over her breastbone and he was getting closer and closer. Sliding his hands 
up a bit he took her nipples between thumb and forefinger, holding them 
lightly, waiting for that glorious moment when he would come.
By now she was getting used to the pain in her tits and the pleasure from 
the vibrator in her pussy started to intrude. She tried to concentrate on 
the pleasure building in her pussy, wanting to block out what he was doing 
but it was impossible to do as he gripped her tortured tits even harder. As 
she watched his cockhead constantly appear and reappear from between her 
squashed tits she knew that soon it would be spewing his load all over her 
face, just like in the videos she watched.
"Get ready cunt, get ready for a cum bath. Ahhh, fuck yes."
The first spurt of come splattered over her face, leaving a trail from her 
forehead, across her left eye and onto her cheek. But the worst part was the 
pain. As he came, he clamped down on her nipples as hard as he could. Her 
body jerked, trying desperately to escape the searing pain. He kept 
thrusting through her tits, another spurt of come splattering over her face 
with each upward thrust. And as each glorious spurt of come coursed through 
his cock he tortured her nipples again, making her jerk her bound body 
uncontrollably. It felt like he was like riding a wild horse as she tried 
unsuccessfully to throw him off her which just spurred him to pinch her 
nipples even harder.
"Oh fuck yeah. Fucking cunt! Covering your fucking face. Oh shit, right up 
your fucking nose. Awesome. You bitch, take it all slave."
After the first half dozen spurts of come her face was covered, globs of 
come in her hair, on both eyes, cheeks and even in her nose. Letting go of 
her bruised tits he grasped his cock and started jerking off, milking the 
rest of the come out so that finally there were creamy strands of come on 
her neck and over her heaving tits.
"Yeah, cum slut. That's what you are, my come slut. Oh fuck that's good."
He stayed kneeling over her for ages, slowly stroking his still hard cock as 
he looked in awe at the sight. From her tits up there were ropey stings of 
his come which in some places was slowly dribbling down her face and tits. 
As he watched, one strand rolled down her cheek and pooled in her ear while 
another rolled down the slope of her tit to puddle on her stomach.
Finally he climbed off her.
"That's all for now, slave. But you can stay there for a while, maybe think 
about what a bad slave you've been. And while you're thinking about what a 
naughty cunt you've been you can watch some more videos."
He'd dubbed a four hour tape the night before. It had some of the 'How to 
Please Your Man' videos on it interspersed with some really hardcore vids 
he'd collected. They were bondage, gangbang and rape scenes, really heavy 
stuff. He had the TV set up on a trolley with a special arm so that it could 
be suspended over her head. Wheeling it over her started the tape.
"Now I want you to enjoy yourself while you watch the videos. And you'd 
better fucking watch every second of them because I might just test you on 
them. Plus some of them are sort of a warning of what will happen to you if 
you keep being a naughty slave. See this? This will help you enjoy. It plugs 
into your vibrator to make sure that the batteries don't run out. External 
power."
It was just an AC adaptor which meant that the vibrator could run forever. 
Crouching between her splayed legs he grasped the vibrator, pulling it 
almost all the way out. Yet another turn on for him as he saw how wet and 
slick it was from her cunt juice. She must be getting turned on from it even 
with him whipping her he thought as he started working it in and out of her 
wet cunt a few times before plugging in the adaptor. Then he changed the 
setting to variable. See how she liked that!
Picking up his digital camera he took a few shots before hitting the play 
button on the vid and leaving her.
Chapter 14: Spa Time
She watched him leave, praying that he wouldn't whip her anymore as she 
didn't know if she could take it. She certainly wasn't going to be doing 
anything to annoy him ever again. Then the video started and she watched 
carefully, knowing that if he asked her a question about it and she didn't 
know the answer she'd be in trouble and trouble meant pain.
First there was some of the anal sex video she'd watched the first day. All 
the scenes were from the second half of the video and in all of them the 
girls were telling the men how great it was, how good it felt. She also 
noticed how the girls all played with themselves, rubbing their clits and 
fingering themselves while the guys had their things in their bums. So, if 
he did it to her like that again, she make sure she told him it was great 
and also she's play with herself while it was happening. The other thing was 
that when the guys were ready to fuck them in the bum, the girls would reach 
behind themselves and hold the cheeks of their bums, pulling them apart to 
make it easier for the guy.
That section lasted for about fifteen minutes before another video started. 
This one was like a home video and it was just a girl and guy fucking except 
that the girl was really young, younger than Janet by the look of it and the 
guy was probably her dad's age. But the girl seemed to be really experienced 
and she played with the guy's cock for ages, stroking it and kissing it 
before he put it in her. She also played with his balls a lot, even when he 
was fucking her. It wasn't just that she was touching and kissing the man 
though, it was like she was nuzzling him down there as if she totally loved 
his cock and balls and everything. Lesson two she guessed, it wasn't just 
doing it, but how she did it that was important.
It was as she was watching this one that the constant movement of the 
vibrator started to get to her. It became harder and harder to focus on the 
screen until finally she came, the familiar pleasure washing over her as she 
jerked against the ropes that were still binding her. It felt good because 
the pleasure helped to dim the memory of the pain from her whipping and the 
ache in her tits where he grabbed them so hard.
When she finally focused on the screen again the video had changed and was 
showing some of the cocksucking lessons she'd already seen and she made sure 
she watched carefully, trying to make mental notes of all the different 
things the women did. With the vibrator keeping her turned on, watching 
these videos tied to the floor wasn't as horrible as she'd thought it would 
be. That is until the next one started.
It was terrifying. A woman with big boobs was tied upside down to a cross. 
There were lots of ropes and they were wrapped really tightly around her so 
that her flesh bulged out. Not just on her ankles and wrists though. There 
were ropes around her knees, thighs, arms, waist and there were even ropes 
around the base of her boobs. These were tied really tightly, squeezing the 
flesh of her boobs so they were two bloated balls bulging on her chest. She 
had nipple rings and it even looked like there was a ring at her pussy.
Two guys appeared and she started to beg them not to hurt her but they did, 
whipping her for a long time until her whole body including her bound tits 
was covered in angry red welts. They were hitting the woman a lot harder 
that Richard had hit her and the way she was screaming it obviously was 
hurting her a lot.
The lesson from this one seemed pretty clear. The next time she did 
something wrong he'd hurt her a lot more than this time.
When the whipping video finished there was a scene from one of the videos 
from the first day. This was followed by what seemed to be normal porn with 
a girl giving a guy a blowjob but the next one was really even more 
horrifying than the whipping video. A girl was tied up an platform with her 
legs pulled up over her head exposing her pussy and a man in a really gross 
leather costume was dropping hot wax from a candle on her tits and pussy.
That's the way it continued, with a mix of videos, the only real constant 
being that the vibrator didn't stop. Over the next few hours she came four 
more times. By the time Richard came in to check on her she was exhausted 
from the combination of what was started to seem like coming constantly and 
having to watch the videos with the whipping and other horrible things in 
them.
He'd waited as long as he could before he'd come back. As tempting as it 
would have been to have seen how she responded to having the vibrator 
working inside her, he'd thought it would be better leaving her alone to 
watch the videos. He'd filled in the time with a swim and then he'd 
downloaded the new pics he'd taken and tidied them up. Now however he knew 
the video would be close to over and more importantly he was getting 
impatient to feel his cock inside her once again. More specifically, all the 
way inside her throat. There was something so compelling about the idea of 
having his cock so far in her mouth that her lips would actually be pressing 
into his groin and pubic hair that he didn't want to wait a minute longer.
That is until he walked into the room and he stopped in the doorway, 
awestruck by the sight before him. Within the confines of her restraints she 
was sort of squirming and it was so incredibly erotic. Probably the most 
erotic thing he'd ever seen. He quickly pushed his swimmers off and holding 
his rapidly growing cock moved over to her. He'd been so engrossed in her 
squirming hips that it wasn't until he was standing alongside her that he 
realised her eyes were shut tight and she didn't seem to be aware that he'd 
come in.
As he started masturbating in earnest her squirming increased and then her 
hips started moving, pushing up off the floor and then dropping down again. 
Shit this was better than any porno movie. There were muffled noises coming 
from her gagged mouth, almost like growls. Then her body started twitching 
and jerking as if she was having a fit and he realised that she must be 
coming. Although when he'd left her with the vibrator going he'd sort of 
hoped she'd come, he didn't really think she would, not after he'd whipped 
her. Wow. He thought in real life it was only guys who came all the time but 
maybe not, maybe girls were like that too.
This was way too much to watch without doing something. He started moving 
his hand faster on his cock, brushing his thumb over the head, getting 
closer and closer. The sight was just so incredible. She was still twitching 
a bit, and her body was covered with a sheen of sweat and of course his 
dried come was still on her face and upper body.
"Hey slut. Enjoying yourself watching the vids are you? Fuck, that looked so 
fucking amazing when you come. The way your body goes crazy, awesome. You 
did come didn't you slut?"
She jerked her eyes open, mortified that he'd come back to see her like this 
only to find him standing alongside her, playing with himself. As she stared 
up at him he stepped over her so he was straddling her and he aimed his cock 
down at her. She watched spellbound as his hand moved in a blur on his hard 
cock and then suddenly he slowed, seeming to grip it even tighter.
"Oh, yeah, I'm coming slut. Of fuck yeah! Jerking off all over your fucking 
body. Yeah! Fuck that's great. Oh fuck here it comes slut!"
As she stared up the little hole on the head of his cock opened and white 
globs of his come erupted out, arcing through the air before landing all 
over her. The first spurt reached up to her head leaving a strand in her 
hair. The next landed on her face and the rest traced creamy lines of hot 
come on her breasts and stomach. Come. She was covered in it like some sort 
of nasty slutty piece of trash. And even worse, it didn't worry her because 
after everything that she been through today, it somehow felt right to have 
his come all over her naked body as she lay there still recovering from her 
last orgasm.
As he milked the last couple of drops out of his cock his legs gave out on 
him again and he dropped down, kneeling over her hips.
"Yeah, that was great. And you look so fucking sexy with my come all over 
you. Shit that looks good."
As he got his breath back he reached behind with one hand, grasping the base 
of the vibrator and started moving it around.
"Like your vibrator do you. I brought it specially for you. Sure looked like 
you enjoyed it slave. Fuck, the way you were bouncing around. Jeez, I wish 
I'd filmed that."
He worked the vibrator in and out a few times before sliding it all the way 
out. Holding it up to his face he inhaled.
"Mmmm. Smells good. You smell so good."
Then he wiped it on her boobs and cheeks, adding her juice to his come which 
was already streaked all over her upper body. What a spin out, to be rubbing 
his and her come over her boobs and face with a fake cock. This one was 
something he'd never actually dreamed of doing, never fantasised about. Wow. 
He, Richard Marks was kneeling over a tied up and naked Janet Sheen while he 
smeared come over her boobs using a fake cock. Life was totally, definitely 
great!
As great as this was, it was time to move on as there were lots of other 
totally, definitely great things he wanted to do with her today and he 
didn't really want her covered with come for them. Like when she deep 
throated him!
Putting the vibrator down he released the cuffs on her ankles. Pushing her 
legs up in the air he grabbed the butt plug and twisted it out of her bum. 
Next took off the gag and then released her hands.
As he was releasing her Janet was carefully planning what she knew she had 
to do when she was free. As soon as her hands were released she tried to get 
up but found it wasn't easy. Her body was stiff from being tied down for so 
long but she persevered, ignoring the aches in her limbs as she rose to her 
knees. Hands behind her back, she knelt in the ready position with her eyes 
downcast. When she spoke her voice was cracking from having the gag in her 
mouth for so long but she didn't let that stop her.
"Thank you master for punishing your slave. She promises she'll never do 
anything bad ever again master. Your slave will never ever run away again 
master. And thank you for fucking her tits and for coming all over her face. 
And thank you master for... for, umm, wanking over your slave and coming on 
her bod... her slutty body master."
Richard had been collecting the cuffs and toys when she started speaking. He 
slowly turned to watch her as she finished her speech. It was so unexpected 
that his first thought was that she was sending him up but she obviously 
wasn't. His second thought was jubilation. Yes! It had worked! He restrained 
himself from punching the air in victory though. He knew he had to play the 
master now, not show any weakness.
"So slave, did you like having your big tits fucked?"
"Oh yes master, your slave loved it when you fucked her big tits."
"And what about when I come on your face and all over you? You like that 
slave?"
"Yes master. Your slave loves being covered with your beautiful come 
master."
"Good. Very fucking good. Hey, let's have a spa. Want to? It'll clean you up 
too."
"Ummm, yes master."
"Come on."
Holding his hand out to her he helped her to her feet and they headed out to 
the pool, hand in hand like boyfriend and girlfriend.
He hit the button and the jets started bubbling away as they slipped into 
the heated water. They sat opposite each other, their legs bumping in the 
turbulent water. Janet closed her eyes, allowing the water to pummel some of 
the tension out of her muscles. For a while the only sound was the splashing 
of the water.
"You remember when my Dad got this? I reckon we spent that whole summer in 
here we thought it was so great."
"Yes master."
"We must have been eight? God that seems like a long time ago. You, me and 
Kel. yeah, a long time ago."
She hadn't thought about it for a long time but she did remember. Not just 
the spa but lots of times playing and hanging out with Richard and Kelly, 
especially during the holidays when they were kids. When he still liked her, 
when he didn't hate her like he obviously did now.
She opened her eyes, not sure if she was meant to respond. He was staring at 
her but she didn't think he wanted her to reply. Then it didn't matter 
anyway because without warning she started shivering and couldn't have said 
anything. It was really scary because the water was hot but she was 
shivering as if she was freezing to death and her teeth were actually 
chattering. She desperately tried to stop, scared that he'd think she was 
doing it on purpose but she couldn't stop it.
Through the spray from the bubbling water it took a while for Richard to see 
that something was wrong. At first he wasn't sure but when she brought her 
hand out of the water to brush her hair out of her eyes and it was shaking 
so hard that she couldn't control it he knew there was something wrong and 
for the first time since he'd started this journey he started to worry.
"Hey, are you okay?"
She tried to answer but she couldn't get her mouth to work.
"Janet? What's up? Janet?"
Moving to the other side of the spa he took her by the shoulders.
"What is it?"
Finally she was able to get a few words out.
"Cold. can't stop shivering."
He pulled her into his arms, holding her against him in the bubbling water, 
stroking her head and her back. He had to quell his rising panic. Maybe he'd 
gone too far. Maybe the whipping or maybe even the movies were too much for 
her and she was having an attack of some sort. Apart from holding her he 
didn't know what he could do. It wasn't as though he could call her parents 
or something like that.
"But the water's warm. Hey, it's okay. Come on calm down. Janet. Calm down."
"Can't. Sorry. Can't help it. Trying."
Then it was like a dam had burst and the shivering stopped as she started 
sobbing with huge gut wrenching sobs.
"You. you hate me."
"What?"
"You hate me."
"No. No I don't. I don't hate you Janet. The opposite."
"Yes you do. You hate me. You hurt me. I don't. Oh no. No! Sorry master. 
Please don't hurt your slave again. Please she's sorry for saying I. She 
promises never ever to say it again. Please don't hurt her anymore."
In between her sobs and her spluttered pleas she was kissing his neck and up 
to his chin, trying to find his mouth. He held her head in his hands, 
forcing her to look at him.
"I don't hate you. I could never hate you."
"But you must. You must. Why are you hurting me if you don't hate me? Your 
slave doesn't understand. Your slave thought we were friends. Please don't 
hurt me anymore, your slave will be good, so good. Do everything you want, 
everything you like. Please master, please don't whip your slave. or do the 
other horrible things to her. Please master."
He should have been pleased, elated even, to have her apparently broken like 
this but he wasn't. He wanted her to be his slave but he didn't want her to 
be sobbing. He didn't want her to be scared of him like she must be. It 
wasn't like this in his fantasies. Sure, she cried and all that but this was 
different.
"Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you."
"Your slave thought we were friends. But you hate me."
"Look, I don't hate you okay. And you know, I thought we were friends too 
but you're the one who hasn't been a friend. Anyway, I'm not going to whip 
you again, okay."
"Oh, thank you master. and."
"What?"
"The other things?"
The comments about friends had brought back some of his anger with her so 
when she said 'other things' he wasn't impressed, assuming she was talking 
about them having sex. He was starting to suspect that maybe she was trying 
to get out of everything, trying to trick him. Although maybe not 
considering how she was holding him, her hands digging into him and her body 
pressed against his.
"What other things?"
"The, the wax and ropes and needles and all those things."
"Shit no. I'm not going to do that. I'm sorry, I'd never do anything like 
that to you."
"Oh thank you master, thank you. Your slave was so scared. Thank you 
master."
She pushed her head forward and started planting tiny kisses all over his 
face before burying her head against his shoulder as her crying finally 
subsided into occasional whimpers.
They stayed like that for a while, both lost in their thoughts until Richard 
broke the silence.
"You know I've been wanting to see that new scary movie. Want to go downtown 
and see it today?"
"What master?"
"You and me. Let's go and see a movie."
"Oh. okay master. Your slave would like that master."
Chapter 15: Scary Movie
Richard was toweling himself off and had assumed she'd be doing the same 
until he turned around. He couldn't help smiling. She looked like a drowned 
cat, quietly standing alongside the spa, eyes downcast, hair wet and water 
still dripping off. Picking up a dry towel he gently draped it over her 
shoulders.
"Here, dry yourself off. Come on."
She slowly started drying herself, enjoying the protective feel of having 
the towel around her.
"If we're going into town then I guess we'd better put some clothes on? 
Unless you'd like to go like this?"
Her head jerked up and she stared wide-eyed at him, not sure if he was 
serious.
"Nope, didn't think so. Well, your clothes should still be where you took 
them off. Ahh, do you want to have a shower first?"
"Yes please. master."
"Okay, why not use the downstairs one."
"Okay master. Umm, master?"
"Yeah?"
"My clothes. If we're going into town could. umm, could your slave wear 
something different."
The words just came out of her mouth! She couldn't believe she was actually 
worried about what she was going to be wearing. What she should be worrying 
about was friends seeing her and asking why she was out with him. What she 
should be worried about was what Marcia would say when she found out. Then 
again what did it matter what Marcia or anyone else thought now. It was 
probably too late to be worrying about anything like that. She was his slave 
for god's sake. What did it matter if she wore daggy clothes to town or what 
people thought about her.
"Sure. After you shower we can go over to your place and you can change."
Half an hour later Richard was standing in the holy or holies! Well maybe 
that was a tiny exaggeration. Of course he'd been in Janet's bedroom 
countless times in the past but that was when they were kids, when being in 
a girl's bedroom didn't mean anything special. She wasn't even really a girl 
to him then, just his friend. However over the last couple of years since 
he'd started thinking of her as a girl he'd fantasised about being in here 
countless times. In none of those fantasies were they playing kid's games 
either. They were pure teen male sex fantasies.
He moved around her room, breathing deeply, taking it all in before he sat 
on her bed to wait for the fashion show. The room smelt so good, so like 
her, and there were Janet things scattered everywhere. Stuffed toys, 
posters, makeup, clothes, photos. At least one of the photos was familiar 
because he had a copy in his room. He was surprised she still had it, he'd 
thought she'd have thrown it away. It was a pic of the three of them, Kelly, 
Janet and Richard, all making daggy faces, standing alongside her computer 
and he was holding the game he'd given her. Her twelfth birthday.
There was a bunch of dirty clothes in the corner including panties and bras 
and even that was perversely exciting. Considering he'd been holding her 
naked body a short time ago it seemed stupid to be excited by the sight of 
her dirty bras and panties but what the hell.
Janet hadn't thought ahead to Richard being with her when she changed but of 
course he was. She wasn't in a position where she could complain or ask him 
to leave but now they were here, she couldn't do it. For some reason this 
was way too embarrassing and she knew she wouldn't be able to take her 
clothes off, not here in her own room with him watching. This was her 
private sanctum and now even this was being invaded.
"Umm. You know maybe I. umm your slave doesn't need to change. This'll do. 
Come on."
"No it's okay. We're here now. So, what'd you want to wear."
"Really it doesn't matter."
He didn't know why she suddenly didn't want to change but now that they were 
here, he wanted to watch her strip for him in her own room. Minor turn on! 
Of course a couple of days ago it would have been a major turn on.
"Hey, if we're going out then I want you to look good. So show me what 
you're going to wear. Slave."
"Yes master."
Opening her closet she grabbed the first thing without really looking and 
held it out to him.
"Probably this master."
"Oh. I mean that looks like it'd be okay but isn't there anything, you know, 
sexier. I mean, well you know, I've seen you looking really hot sometimes. 
Ahh, that's not what I mean. You look hot all the time but sometimes I've 
seen you wearing clothes that are really hot too."
She busied herself in the closet, looking for something better as she 
digested what he'd just said. It was the bit about looking hot all the time 
that was confusing. The way he said it was like a compliment but he didn't 
like her so why would he compliment her. Today was giving her a lot to think 
about that was for sure. When she turned back she had one of her fav skirts 
and tops, ones she really would have chosen if she was going downtown to see 
a movie with a guy.
"This master?"
"Yeah I think that looks better. Let's see."
The urge to turn away while she changed was really hard to fight but she 
somehow managed to, knowing it wouldn't be received all that well. At least 
she still had her panties and sports bra on although that didn't stop her 
blushing as she quickly pulled off her top and unwrapped her skirt. She was 
about to step into the new skirt when he stopped her.
"Whoa. Hang on. Now I don't claim to know much about this stuff but isn't 
that top wrong. I mean that bra thing. Wouldn't you normally wear a real bra 
with a top like that?"
"Sometimes. Doesn't really matter master."
"Nope, matters to me. If we're going out I want to know that my slave is 
looking good underneath as well as on top. Where are your bras?"
"What master?"
"Your bras, where are they? I'll get one for you."
"Umm, in that drawer master."
Richard moved over to the chest of drawers and opened the top drawer, his 
heart thumping a little faster. He as going to be going through her 
underwear. Something that probably every guy he knew would kill to be doing 
and he was the one! Inside was mostly a messy jumble of underwear and socks 
but to one side there were two little bundles. They were obviously kept 
separate from the rest and he was immediately drawn to them. One white and 
one black. Carefully picking up the black bundle, his eyes widen as he 
unraveled it. There were two items. A black, barely there, lacy, see 
through, sexy as all hell bra. And a pair of tiny black lacy panties that 
didn't seem to have a back and barely had a front. Thong panties!
"What about these? I reckon they'd look okay on you. Better than what you've 
got now. Sexy. Try them on slave."
"Yes master."
He sat back on the bed as she took off her bra and then the panties. It was 
nice watching her strip, especially watching her boobs appear. God he loved 
looking at her nipples either soft like they were now or hard like he'd seen 
them so often the last few days. And her pussy, the lips just visible 
through her pubic hair which he'd already decided had a short life span. He 
was going to have to get her to shave it off soon so he could see if he 
liked her better with a naked pussy. He was pretty sure that naked was going 
to look sexier. Yeah, maybe when they got back he'd get her to shave or even 
do it himself.
Then her boobs and her cunt had disappeared again, but only just. Sexy to 
the highest degree. It was one thing to see lingerie in ads or movies or 
even sitting on racks in shops. But seeing black lingerie on a real live 
almost naked girl, that was beyond amazing. As she stood up he gave a wolf 
whistle.
Maybe one day he'd just get her to put her clothes on, take them off, put 
them on, take them off, on, off, all day. Just for fun!
"Hot, hot, hot. That is so sexy. Wish I could take you out just wearing 
that! Hey joking! Come on put the rest on and lets go my beautiful slave."
As they headed downtown in his car he realised there was a problem. If they 
were going to be talking to each other, having normal conversations while 
they were out, which they definitely were, then she couldn't call him master 
and she couldn't call herself slave.
"When we're out, the rules will change a bit."
"Pardon master?"
"If we're alone, then you call me master and you talk about yourself as 
slave. You know, you never say I. But if we're out like this. With other 
people going to be around then you talk normally. Okay?"
"Yes master. Do you mean now master?"
"Yeah I guess so."
"Okay."
"Good."
They drove in silence for a while longer.
"I forgot to ask you. Did you arrange to stay over tonight like I said?"
"Yes."
"So where'd you say you were staying?"
"Said I wasn't sure who's place I'd end up at but that I'd make sure I had 
my cell. I have to give mum a call before she goes to bed. That's all."
"Cool. She won't mind if you stay at friends places most nights during the 
holidays will she?"
It was so tempting to lie, to say that her mum wanted her home most of the 
time. She could say that her parents wanted to spend quality time with her. 
Or that they didn't trust her to be staying at other girls places. Or 
anything. But the truth was that she'd talked to her parents about this and 
they'd said they were happy for her to spend most nights at friends. She 
knew her parents felt guilty about not being able to take time off to go 
away with her for the holidays so they wanted her to have as good a time as 
possible. With Kelly off at stupid camp being home every night wasn't much 
fun so sleeping over was the way to go they'd agreed.
The problem was that she couldn't remember what, if anything, she'd written 
in her diary about this. So lying to him could be really dangerous.
"Well? She won't will she?"
"No mas. no."
"Excellent. Say did you see the movie before this one?"
The film they were going to see was number three in a series and soon they 
were having a relatively normal conversation about the merits of the first 
two movies. By the time he'd parked the car and they got out they looked 
like two normal teens out together, in animated conversation, enjoying 
themselves.
The movie didn't start for over an hour so they walked around for a while 
window shopping. Richard held out his arm for her and she put hers through 
his as they wandered. Although Richard had to initiate conversations she 
made sure she participated in them. Not that it was hard to do as she'd 
always found it easy to talk to him.
It felt so good, walking arm in arm, hips occasionally bumping. He kept 
seeing their reflection in windows and it was an incredible sight because 
there he was with the most perfect girl in the universe on his arm. She 
looked so hot wearing sexy strap on sandals, a short, tight skirt and a silk 
top which left her middle bare as it wrapped around her beautiful boobs. 
Anyone seeing them would assume she was his girlfriend and probably think 
what a lucky guy he was to be with such a beautiful girl. Cool!
He wondered if anyone could tell that they'd had sex, if there was an 
invisible sign hanging over them saying these two are doing it, they're not 
virgins any more. He wished there was because he wanted everyone to know 
that he was the lucky guy who was having sex, lots and lots of sex, with the 
beautiful Janet Sheen.
Soon it was getting close to time for the movie and they headed to the 
cinemas complex. They grabbed a couple of burgers before buying their 
tickets and heading in. The movie had been out for a couple of weeks and 
being an afternoon mid-week session the cinema was fairly empty. It had some 
of those double seats without arm rests and Richard headed straight for one 
of them.
Janet had been starting to look forward to seeing the movie but when he 
headed for the love seat her heart sank. It was going to become a grope 
session and who knew what he'd be doing to her. Sure enough as soon as they 
sat down his left arm was over her shoulders, his hand resting on the top of 
her arm, lightly holding her. As the movie started she waited for him to 
make his move, trying not to be too tense, but nothing happened and after a 
couple of minutes she started paying attention to the movie.
In fact she was the one who inadvertently made the first move when about ten 
minutes into the movie the first scary moment happened. As they both gasped 
her right hand grabbed his left knee squeezing. As soon as she realised what 
she'd unconsciously done she let go, bringing her hand up over her heart for 
a second before dropping it back to her lap.
"God, I wasn't expecting that."
"Me either."
Richard wanted to have a good time with Janet at the movies and he'd decided 
before they came in that feeling her up and stuff might work against that. 
Besides, he could feel her up anytime he wanted to so why not actually watch 
the movie and enjoy being with her. Sitting in the love seat, having his arm 
over her shoulders and their bodies touching all down one side was great. In 
fact he really liked having this limited physical contact with his dream 
girl while they watched the movie. Of course when she'd grabbed him he 
hadn't objected and he was a little disappointed when, all too quickly, she 
took her hand away.
Janet loved scary movies. She and Kelly tried to see every horror film at 
the movies and then again when it came out on vid, and they'd always hold 
each other at the scary bits. It was a hard habit to break and next time 
there was a scary moment her right hand instinctively reached out, once 
again landing on his knee. This time however Richard was prepared, his left 
hand reaching out and covering hers.
Trapped. If she tried to extricate her hand he'd be pissed off. Shit, she 
couldn't believe how stupid she was. Now it would start and she knew exactly 
what would happen. With their knees pressed together his hand would move 
from her hand across to her leg, then up her leg, under her skirt and she'd 
have to open her legs so he could finger her. And the hand on her shoulder 
would start moving so he could play with her boobs. So predictable and she 
only had herself to blame for starting it.
But it didn't start and his hands stayed where they were. After about thirty 
seconds his thumb began to trace tiny patterns on the top of her hand but 
that was all and she slowly relaxed, focusing once again on the movie.
When the next scary moment happened even Richard reacted, his hands 
tightening on hers as her fingers dug into his leg and her other hand 
reached across and momentarily grabbed his upper arm.
This time as they relaxed, he started moving his fingers and his thumb on 
her hand. It was as though he was trying to get to know every inch of her 
hand just through touch. She tried to stay relaxed as she waited for what 
she thought would be the inevitable move over to her leg but he only seemed 
interested in her hand.
The next scary moment was a huge, heart stopping one and they both gasped 
with fright. Once again her grip on his knee tightened and her other hand 
came up to grab his upper arm at the same time as her body twisted towards 
him, burying her head against his chest as she peeked out at the movie 
through her fringe until it felt safe to relax again.
Of course as soon as she started to think it was safe there was another 
fright and she stayed curled against him. Once that moment was over the film 
moved into safer territory for a while but she stayed with her head against 
his chest. She was about to move but then realised that he might be annoyed 
if she did so she stayed where she was. Besides, it was quite comfortable 
the way her head seemed to fit into his chest just right.
This time, a few seconds after his fingers resumed caressing her hand, she 
tentatively reciprocated and they began a slow dance with their fingers and 
hands. Up till now Richard had just been caressing the top of her hand but 
with both their hands in motion, he was able to reach her palm with his 
fingers.
Tickled! But not a 'want to escape' sort of tickle. It felt great, one of 
those sensations you can never get enough of. Curling her own fingers under 
she brushed her nails across his palm making her touch as light as she 
could, returning the pleasure.
"Mmmm."
The almost inaudible moan was from Richard but Janet agreed with the 
sentiments and for the rest of the movie they held each other and played 
with each other's hand. Except of course for the scary moments when they'd 
grip each other tightly before resuming their hand caresses.
When the movie finally finished they stayed through the whole credits both 
reluctant to break the mood. For Janet it had been a surprisingly good 
experience, different to anything she'd experienced before. It wasn't sexy 
like kissing was or the way playing with herself was though. She wasn't sure 
what word would describe the feelings but maybe this was what erotic meant.
Eventually they left, hand in hand, and as they headed for the car they 
talked about the movie laughing about how scared they'd been. However once 
they were in the car heading home, the conversation seemed to dry up as they 
became lost in their own thoughts.
This was the sort of thing that Richard had been imagining for so long, 
spending time with Janet on a date, talking to her, laughing, holding her 
hand but now it was almost over and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. 
He really didn't know if he wanted to go back to the master slave 
relationship because just maybe they could actually have a boyfriend 
girlfriend relationship. It had certainly felt like that was a possibility 
for most of the afternoon.
He glanced over at her as she sat alongside him. Their eyes met briefly and 
they smiled at each other but the first thing he'd noticed had been the way 
the sash on her seat belt drew attention to her boobs as it passed between 
them. He looked back at the road, trying to figure it out. If they were 
really boyfriend girlfriend then tonight she'd be sleeping at her house and 
he wouldn't be seeing those beautiful boobs. If she was his slave, she'd be 
naked, sleeping at his house and he'd be able to play with her boobs, he'd 
be able to do anything he liked to her.
Looking at it like that, the decision seemed fairly simple. Of course there 
was more to it than that. The reason he'd wanted to make her his slave was 
still there, the way she'd been treating him over the last few years. From 
what she'd said in the spa he didn't know if she understood that the way 
she'd treated him was part of it and until she did understand that, he was 
entitled to keep doing what he was doing with her. Aside from all that, who 
was he kidding about boyfriends and girlfriends. She'd just been doing what 
he wanted this afternoon, pretending to be his girlfriend. It wouldn't have 
meant anything to her because he knew she didn't really like him. She hadn't 
liked him for years in spite of how she carried on in the spa.
Maybe he had been too tough on her with the whipping and showing her the 
really hardcore videos but he couldn't allow himself to forget that doing 
those things had worked. If he hadn't whipped her and scared her with those 
videos then she wouldn't have been so nice to him, so attentive to him while 
they were out. And he really liked that so keeping her as a slave was the 
smart thing to do. Just as punishing her had proven to be the smart thing to 
do. Although he'd probably limit it to spanking from now on as the whipping 
was maybe a little dangerous and he wouldn't be making her watch anymore of 
the really hardcore videos. Yep, he knew what to do.
Janet was feeling very confused. When he'd said they were going to a movie 
she'd been determined to make him believe she was enjoying herself because 
she'd figured that was what he wanted. In fact after what had happened this 
morning she was determined to do everything he wanted and smile her biggest, 
happiest smile while she did it, pretending that she was having a great 
time. If pleasing him would stop him hurting her then please him she would.
The reason she was confused was because for most of the afternoon she hadn't 
been pretending. She'd enjoyed herself, enjoyed being out with him. She 
didn't have to pretend when she'd laughed at his jokes and holding his hand 
had felt good, not horrible like she thought it should have felt. It had 
been easy for her to hold his hand back, applying that little bit of extra 
pressure like she'd learnt to do with boyfriends to let them know you liked 
holding hands with them. And then during the movie when he played with her 
hand! It was so. erotic and she was still feeling turned on from it. None of 
the guys she'd gone out with had ever done anything so. so gentle but at the 
same time so exciting.
Going back to being his naked slave was going to be hard. Not that she 
wanted him to be her boyfriend or anything stupid like that. She definitely 
didn't, not after all the horrid things he'd done to her but it would be 
better than having to go back to being his slave. With her peripheral vision 
she saw him look at her so she turned and smiled. Yes, that's what she'd do, 
keep pretending, keep tricking him. Maybe that was how she could pay him 
back if she could make him believe that she really liked him. Because she 
didn't. She couldn't.
After he'd parked, they walked to the front door but no longer hand in hand. 
He led and she trailed, a couple of steps behind. Unlocking the door he 
moved inside making way for her to follow him in. There was a tension 
between them now that had been missing for the last few hours. Pushing the 
door closed he waited to see if she would do anything, wondering if she even 
remembered what she was meant to do.
She stood with her back to him, arms by her side. It looked like she was 
waiting to be told what to do but he shouldn't have to tell her, she should 
know. If she was trying to spoil things then she was sure going about it the 
right way. He might have told her earlier he wasn't going to whip her again 
but he hadn't said anything about not spanking her. In fact there were a few 
spanking things from today and yesterday that he'd have to remember to tell 
her to put in her punishment book. Then just as he was about to speak, she 
started to move.
Janet had been remembering earlier today when she'd stood in this very spot 
and there'd been the cuffs and the two fake penises waiting for her on the 
floor. Now there was nothing waiting for her except the memory of his words 
- 'as soon as you come in you take your clothes off'. She knew there was no 
choice, no point in asking him if he wanted her to take her clothes off. She 
was his sex slave so of course he was going to want her naked. After the 
last few hours being so good she didn't want to risk making him angry again 
so she started mechanically undoing her top.
It might have been mechanical for her but it was a definite magic moment for 
him as he stood behind her watching her slow strip. Once she'd unwrapped the 
top she pushed it off her shoulders and when she dropped her arms to her 
side it slipped off to the floor exposing her tanned back, naked now except 
for the sexy black bra straps. Reaching behind her she unzipped the skirt 
and with a few wriggles of her hips it joined her top on the floor.
Until today he hadn't really understood why thong panties were such a big 
thing. Now he knew. The amazing globes of her perfect arse were framed by 
the thin black strip around her waist and the even thinner strip that 
disappeared down between her arse cheeks. Then she bent over seeming to 
offer her arse to him as she raise one foot after the other to rid herself 
completely of her skirt. He was so tempted to pull his cock out, step 
forward and fuck her from behind!
Still bent over she unstrapped her sandals and pushed them away. Standing up 
once again she reached behind to expertly undo her bra, dropping it to the 
side. Last was the thong which soon joined the rest of her clothes on the 
floor. She stood for a moment then, taking a deep breath she sank to her 
knees, assuming her ready position with her hands behind her back. When she 
started taking her clothes off she'd been dreading being naked again, but 
instead, as she'd removed each article, she'd found herself getting a little 
turned on. She knew it was wrong but there was something really sexy about 
taking her clothes knowing he was standing behind her watching.
His cock had actually had a bit of a rest during the drive home but now it 
was rock hard, pressing almost painfully against his jeans. He slowly walked 
around her, holding his breath as her boobs came into view and then her cute 
bush. Fuck she looked so good. Clean, beautiful, fresh and all his. Her 
breathing was really shallow which resulted in her boobs rising and falling, 
seeming to beckoning him to play with them. As he stood there captivated by 
her naked body he couldn't believe that a short time ago he was actually 
thinking about giving this up. No way could he give this up, not with her 
kneeling naked in front of him willing to let him doing absolutely anything 
he want to her.
"Good slave. Very good."
"Thank you master."
"Your collar's missing. I like it when my slave girl is wearing her collar. 
Why don't you go get your collar, then we can have dinner."
"Yes master."
They weren't going to have sex yet which was probably good she thought as 
she started to get up.
"Hang on."
She froze, looking up at him, still on her knees. She didn't think she'd 
done anything wrong so maybe he'd changed his mind, maybe he was going to 
make her have sex with him again.
"Before you do that."
His hands came around to the front of his jeans and he slowly undid his belt 
and pulled down the zip. Yep, they were going to do it. As he pushed his 
jeans down, she looked straight ahead to where his thing - no, his cock, she 
had to remember to say cock otherwise she might say 'thing' by accident and 
annoy him - to where his cock was pushing out against his jockeys. As she 
watched he pushed his jockeys down, freeing his cock which bounced up, 
pointing like an arrow up at the ceiling. She'd seen it often enough by now 
but it was still a surprise, almost taking her breath away it looked so big 
and strong.
He stepped closer as with one hand he stroked his cock, aiming it at her 
mouth while his other hand reached out to her head. She knew what she had to 
do, what he obviously wanted, and she could feel herself salivating at the 
thought of having it in her mouth again. Licking her lips, she leant forward 
opening her mouth wide, tongue out, as she captured his swollen cockhead. 
She started sucking as she brought her hands around from behind her back, 
one to cup his balls, the other to masturbate the lower half of his cock. 
Being forced to do this was horrible but that didn't stop it being somehow 
exciting, having a cock in her mouth.
"Ohh yeah. That so good."
At first he wasn't planning on coming, he just wanted to feel her lips 
wrapped around his cock for a few seconds. But the instant he felt her hot 
wet mouth suck on his cockhead his intentions changed. After all she was his 
sex slave and this was why she was here, for him to come in and on. To 
service his needs and after the stress of this mornings outburst from her, 
now that his cock was enveloped by her mouth, he realised how much he wanted 
to come in her again. Besides it would help to remind her who was in control 
in case she was getting any ideas after their afternoon together.
"Oh, yeah, suck me."
He clasped her head, gripping her firmly, his hands covering her ears as he 
started slowly fucking her beautiful face. It felt so fucking good the way 
her tongue moved against the underside of his cock and the way she sucked 
him. Her mouth was so amazing, she never stopped sucking and her suction was 
so strong.
Not that he had anyone real to compare her to but in a some of the movies 
he'd watched the girls didn't seem to be sucking all that hard. Or else 
they'd suck for about ten seconds and then take the guys cock out for a 
while and then put it back in which always looked really frustrating. But 
with his wonderful slave it felt like she was trying to suck his whole body 
into her mouth as she kept sucking and sucking and sucking!
When he'd taken hold of her head and started directing her movement she was 
worried he was going to try the deep throat thing he'd talked about earlier. 
She knew he'd make her do it eventually but from the vids she'd watched she 
wasn't sure how she'd go kneeling like this. Of course she didn't know if 
she'd be able to do it no matter what position she was in. Trouble was that 
if he tried to make her do it and she couldn't she had no doubt that he'd 
punish her again and she didn't want that, not tonight, not ever.
So she kept one hand wrapped around his shaft, moving it on the base of his 
cock with the same rhythm as he was using as he moved her head back and 
forth. Hopefully she'd be able to protect herself from having to take all 
his cock in her mouth but she was ready to take her hand away if he said 
anything. In the meantime she concentrated on using her tongue as much as 
she could as she sucked, hoping he'd be happy with that.
Richard briefly thought about fucking his cock all the way into her mouth 
but he was pretty sure it would take a while for her to learn to deep throat 
him if the videos he'd seen were anything to go by. In them most of the 
girls seemed to splutter and gag a lot. There were even a couple where they 
threw up when they were doing it and he certainly wasn't interested in 
having that happen. Gross! So this time he was more than happy with the 
feeling of her sucking him as he fucked her beautiful face.
"Oh your mouth feels so good. Keep sucking, don't stop. Oh yeah, that's good 
too, your tits against my legs. Come on, push them forward. Yeah, that's the 
way slave girl."
She hadn't intentionally pushed her boobs against his legs, she was 
adjusting her position trying to get more comfortable as he continued 
fucking her mouth. But now she arched her chest forward, pressing her boobs 
into his thighs. As her nipples rubbed against the hairs on his legs she 
could feel them swelling sending little tingles of pleasure through her 
boobs. Her little reward for having to do this to him she thought as she 
continued to tease her nipples. Although the terrible truth was that the 
feel of his cock in her mouth was okay, nice even, and as much as she wished 
it wasn't happening, she knew she was getting wet down there. No, in her 
cunt, she was getting wet in her cunt. Oh god. It didn't seem to matter if 
she was forced to have sex or had it willingly, either way she got turned 
on. Although of course she hadn't had sex willingly yet but she assumed 
she'd be turned on if is was willing. God that'd be horrible if she was only 
turned on when she was being forced to have sex! No way. not possible.
For a while the only sound was her occasional moans, his occasional grunts 
and the constant slurping sound of her mouth sucking his cock.
"Make you mouth tighter. Come on, I'm getting closer. Suck harder. Come on 
suck as hard as you can. Yeah, that's it."
He gripped her head even harder as he felt the pressure building in his 
balls. Soon, very soon. His cock felt like it was on fire as he pumped 
faster and faster between the oval of her tightly clenched lips. Looking 
down at her hollowed cheeks, he could see how with each thrust her lips were 
pounded against her fist where she was gripping the base of his cock. What 
an unbelievable sight, Janet Sheen's mouth plugged with his cock, waiting to 
be filled with his come.
Then it happened, the glorious moment of release as his come started pulsing 
down his cock and into her tight sucking mouth. Each pulse was a shock of 
pure pleasure coursing through his body.
"Oh shit. Here it comes. Ohhh, fuck, take it. Yeah, suck it all. Ahhh."
His balls had tightened in her hands and she felt each pulse of come race 
down his cock before it exploded into her mouth. She sucked as hard as she 
could, siphoning the come out and swallowing each spurt. Nine times his 
cockhead jerked deep in her mouth till the last spurt had traveled the 
length of his cock and sprayed against the back of her mouth. As soon as he 
stopped thrusting into her she eased back on the power of her sucking 
knowing that his cock would be sensitive now but she kept carefully moving 
her tongue around his cock, applying a more gentle suction.
Relaxing his grip on her head he ran his fingers through her hair and 
lovingly caressed her cheeks. The first time he'd made her suck him was 
great, the next time after she'd watched the video was even better, the 
third time when he'd come all over her face was incredible, and the fourth 
time when she'd given him a wake-up suck was totally awesome. This time 
however he really didn't know how a blowjob could ever be any better because 
in addition to the out of this world physical sensations, it really felt 
like she'd wanted to do it. It felt like she was trying as hard as she could 
to make it good for him. Even now the way she was holding his cock and 
balls, licking and sucking him, pressing her body against him, was 
absolutely perfect. Wow. If he had any energy left he'd pick her up and 
hugged her.
"Oh fuck. So good. That was the best ever. You're so good. Oh, yeah, that's 
nice what you're doing now too. Hmmm, oh yeah, you are really amazing. An 
amazing cocksucker. You know I like can't imagine anything being better."
He liked it. Thank heavens. He thought she was a good. a good cocksucker. At 
least if he thought she was a good cocksucker he wouldn't be punishing her. 
When his hands dropped from her face to rest on her shoulders she slid back 
so that only his cockhead was still in her mouth. Carefully swirling her 
tongue around the smooth head, she licked the little hole making sure she 
hadn't missed any come before releasing his cock from her mouth. Her hands 
were still busy though cradling his balls and slowly stroking his shaft. She 
rubbed his saliva soaked cock against her cheek as said what she knew she 
had to say.
"Mmmm. Thank you master. And thank you for letting your slave suck your 
beautiful cock and swallow your come master."
She was thanking him and making it sound like she really meant it! Of course 
he knew she was only doing it because he'd told her to but it was still 
great to hear. Things were really going well.
"Good slave. Wow, very good slave! Hey, do you like my come slave?"
"What master?"
"Do you like swallowing my come?"
"Yes master."
"And the taste? Do you like the taste of come slave?"
It was easy for her to say she liked swallowing his come. It didn't mean 
much to say that but to have to say she liked the taste of come was another 
matter entirely. She didn't want to like it, because of what it implied, but 
the truth was she did. Girls weren't meant to like the taste of a guy's come 
though. Well not nice girls but more and more she was having to face the 
fact that she wasn't a nice girl, that she really was a slut. She was stuck 
between a rock and a hard place. If she lied and said she didn't like the 
taste he'd get angry and hurt her. If she told the truth, her self-esteem 
would be battered even more, but as she knelt naked on the floor, the taste 
of his come lingering in her mouth and feeling horny after being forced to 
suck him off, self-esteem seemed light years away.
"Yes master, your slave does. She likes the taste of your come master."
"Thought so. I'll have to feed you lots of it then won't I slave."
"Yes master."
Chapter 16: Making Love
Pulling his jeans and jockeys up Richard found it almost impossible to 
contain himself as he watched his naked slave girl walking away, her oh so 
cute butt unconsciously wriggling at him. He'd sent her to find her collar, 
then they were going to make a salad and set up the barbecue. But before 
doing any of that he wanted to whoop and holler, to dance and leap around, 
to race outside and tell every passing stranger how lucky he was, how 
perfect his world was now that Janet was once again in it. And most of all 
he wanted to tell Janet how great he felt and how grateful he was to her for 
just existing!
Of course he wasn't going to do anything as stupid as that. He was her 
master and he knew that masters didn't let their slaves know what they were 
feeling! Well he thought he knew that although truth was all he knew about 
being a master was from the stories he'd read on the net and they were all 
so different. Up until now he hadn't thought too much about what a master 
should do but maybe it was time for some serious head work as it looked like 
he was going to be her master for a long time. Yes!
In the meantime she was his to do anything he wanted. Like now. If he wanted 
to he could tell her to stop where she was, spread her legs, bend over and 
touch the ground while he fingered her pussy and bum. Or when they were 
making the salad he could get her to fuck herself with a carrot. Or a 
cucumber. Or a sausage. In her pussy or even in her bum if he wanted. Or 
both at the same time, a cucumber sticking out of her bum and a carrot out 
of her cunt! That might be fun! Or he could tell her to kneel at his feet 
under the table and slowly suck him off while he was eating dinner. Yes! Or 
he could make her jerk him off all over her food and then make her eat it 
covered in 'dressing a la Richard's come'. Or he could make her dip her tits 
in a bowl of chocolate sauce so he could lick it off for his dessert. Or as 
they watched TV he could tell her to finger herself and when she was wet 
offer him her finger so he could lick her juice off as a TV snack!
Truth was he could make her do any of those things or any of a hundred other 
things he'd either read about in stories on the net or imagined himself over 
the last few years. Except now that he was in a position where all he had to 
do was snap his fingers for every one of these things to become a reality, 
he wasn't so sure. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to do those things to 
Janet because somehow it didn't feel right. They might be fun for him 
although he wasn't even sure about that, but he doubted that they would be 
fun for her.
Jerking off over her food might be exciting to imagine but to actually do? 
Or making her put a carrot up her bum? Actually sounded gross now that he 
knew he could do it. Maybe that was it, maybe there were some things that 
made good fantasies but not necessarily good realities, at least not for 
him. Pity about that, but he guessed that must be it. So what he needed to 
do was work out the reality he really wanted to have with his slave.
Okay, that shouldn't be too hard. First off he knew that he still really 
wanted her to be his slave. Sex slave. Obedient sex slave! That definitely 
hadn't changed. And if she was his obedient sex slave that meant she'd 
always do what he asked, especially the sex stuff, but also other things. So 
that was good except there was something missing. He had his obedient sex 
slave, what more could he want? What more could any sixteen year old guy 
want!
Light bulb! He had it. It wasn't just having her obediently doing things 
like some robot. He wanted her to enjoy doing things with him and, even more 
than that, he wanted her to be nice to him while she was doing them. Not 
just the sex things but things like going to the movies or swimming or 
whatever. He was almost one hundred percent sure she'd liked going to the 
movie today and he wanted more of that. He wanted more of the feelings where 
you enjoyed stuff with someone else. Enjoyed stuff with Janet.
But he also knew that he still wanted to be in control, still wanted to be 
her master after all the shit she'd put on him. He guessed that for this to 
work she had to be scared of him, which he was pretty certain she was, but 
also she probably had to respect him which he wasn't so sure about. Respect. 
That was really important because respect was what had been missing for the 
last few years.
So how to make her respect him. He couldn't really pretend to know much 
about the way girls thought but he was fairly certain that they didn't 
respect guys when they did gross guy type of things. They wanted guys to be 
mature like they thought they were! Jerking off on her food or sticking a 
carrot up her bum definitely would be classified as a gross guy thing.
He had it! The mature thing would be to do nothing. Well not nothing, but to 
do normal things. Instead of playing with her like she was a sex toy every 
chance he got, he needed to treat her like the Janet he used to know, his 
friend Janet. Except of course she'd be naked and that wasn't normal Janet. 
He could let her wear clothes but. no, she stayed naked because a slave 
should be naked. Also because it was so great having her naked but what he'd 
do was try and not stare at her body all the time. And he wouldn't grab her 
and stuff like that all the time. Settled. He'd treat her like a friend. 
Well most of the time that is, until he wanted to have sex with her. Like 
after they'd had dinner probably.
Wow! This was going to be tough but if he was really going to be a master 
then he had responsibilities. Yep, he could do it. He'd be mature about this 
and show her what a great master he was so eventually she'd learn to respect 
him.
And if she didn't he could still stick a carrot up her bum tomorrow!
As she walked away she heard the rustle of his clothes so, thinking he was 
taking his clothes off, she slowed, waiting for him to call her back so he 
could make her have sex with him. Not that she wanted to have sex with him. 
Of course she didn't, even if in spite of her best efforts to hate it she 
was feeling a bit turned on from having his cock in her mouth. Then she 
heard the sound of his zipper. No he'd come and that was all that he cared 
about and she knew she should be thankful for that. Of course his zip going 
up also meant he was going to be keeping his clothes on while he made her 
walk around naked so he could perve on her she thought as she hurried away.
Janet stood alongside the spa, twisting the slave collar round and around in 
her hands as she tried to work out for the thousandth time what was 
happening with her life. Three days ago she knew who she was, where she was 
going, what she was doing but now? Now she was lost, her emotions on a never 
ending roller coaster, her body betraying her at every turn and her future 
uncertain. Slave! How could she be his sex slave? And how could she enjoy 
it. no that was wrong, totally wrong. She didn't enjoy it, her stupid body 
did and she couldn't help that could she? Just as she couldn't help wishing 
that he'd have sex with her like she'd just done. No, wrong again! She 
hadn't wished it, she'd just assumed he'd want to have sex with her, that 
was all.
Closing her eyes she placed the collar around her neck, feeling the weight 
of it's true meaning as she locked it in place. Slave collar. She no longer 
belonged to herself, she was his and this was the only clothing she was 
allowed. The stupid thing was that as her fingers continued to play with the 
collar she felt a tiny touch of comfort in having it on because at least it 
meant she was wearing something. At least she wasn't totally naked now.
Although it wasn't being naked that was the problem. Not that she wanted to 
be wandering through her neighbors house naked, of course she didn't, but 
the real problem was that apparently she was always going to have to wander 
around naked while he had his clothes on. It was a painful reminder of how 
embarrassing, humiliating, degrading and every other awful word she could 
think of, her situation was.
The real problem? There were a host of real problems. Like how turned on 
she'd been by the time the movie was over. If that had been a normal date 
she'd have been home by now, having a big masturbation session. Of course it 
was made worse by having to suck him off because even that had kept her 
horny. hornier. Five minutes, that's probably all she'd need to quickly 
bring herself off. One hand dropped down to press against her mound as she 
closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her pubic hair against the palm of her 
hand. All she had to do was rub her finger over her clitoris just like this 
for a couple of minutes.
Hearing a noise she quickly pulled her hand away as she looked behind her 
but it was only the curtains flapping in the breeze. God, imagine the 
humiliation if he'd found her playing with herself. How could she even 
contemplate masturbating after she'd just been forced to suck him off. Shit, 
she had to stop this. She had to stop acting like such a slut. A stupid 
slut! She just remembered that one of the rules he'd made her sign was that 
she wasn't allowed to masturbate without his permission so if he had found 
her not only would she be totally humiliated but she'd probably be totally 
punished by him again! Shit, she had to be so careful.
Okay, the only way to get through this was to keep reminding herself that 
nothing he made her do really mattered. Whatever her body did wasn't 
important as long as she kept hating him for what he was making her do. He 
was a jerk and when this was all over she'd make sure he knew it. Yep. Fuck 
him. That's what she had to keep thinking as she was doing all the horrid 
things he made her do. Fuck him.
Marching back into the house she started silently chanting to herself. "Fuck 
him. Fuck him. Fuck him." She was a couple of feet from the kitchen when she 
did a one-eighty degree about face. Who was she fooling? She was naked and 
he wasn't. He had complete control of her. He could make her do anything and 
the worst part was most of the things he made her do she couldn't seem to 
stop herself enjoying. Fuck him? Nope, she was the one who was fucked!
New plan. Maybe if she told him she worried about getting a cold if she 
wasn't wearing something. Or it wasn't hygienic to be naked in the kitchen. 
That might work. Or she was feeling sick and had to go home.
"Is that you?"
About turn. Get into the kitchen as quickly as possible so he doesn't get 
angry. And don't try to play stupid games with him, just do everything he 
wants. And smile and cooperate and make him believe you enjoy it.
"Yes master."
"Thought you'd gotten lost. Okay, I've got everything out. If you grate the 
carrots and maybe chop up some lettuce. I'll look after the tomatoes, 
cucumber and celery."
"Yes master."
Although it was a challenge not to look at her beautiful tits all the time 
Richard did find it easier than he'd thought he would. Except for when they 
jiggled as she grated the carrots or whenever she walked somewhere or later 
on as she cut her steak. Then it was really hard not to stare, but for the 
most part he managed and he found that the less he stared, the easier it was 
to control the urge to reach out and touch her beautiful body.
Janet however was having an increasingly tough time. It started okay because 
she'd braced herself for him to be staring at her and touching her whenever 
she was near him. The first time was when she took the carrots to the sink 
to rinse them and she had to pass him.
Relax. Get ready to stop as soon as he touches me. Nothing.
Back at the bench she stood next to him and started grating the carrots 
while they talked about cooking and food. Okay. His hand is going down. He's 
going to grab my bum. So as soon as he does I'll make a tiny moaning sound, 
and reach behind with my hand to cover his. Maybe say that it's nice when he 
touches my bum and if he squeezes my bum I could touch his leg or even his 
crotch. Nothing. He was just picking up a piece of tomato he'd dropped.
It went on like that for the next hour. He'd make a movement and she'd 
prepare a scenario for how she should react when he touched her but not once 
did he even brush up against her. Or he'd look at her and she'd quickly make 
sure she was standing straight, her tits pushed out and not covered by her 
arms, but not once did he even seem to be looking at them. By the time 
they'd finished eating she was so on edge she was a wreck.
"That was great. How about you clean up here. There's a Buffy re-run on I 
haven't seen so I'll be upstairs watching it in my room when you're 
through."
"Yes master."
Once he'd gone she slumped over the table. She couldn't take much more of 
this, the tension was killing her. It was being naked that made it so hard, 
made her feel so vulnerable. Well being naked on top of everything else. 
She'd have to find a way of asking him if she could wear something even if 
it was just her bra and panties. Not that she thought he'd let her. In fact 
he'd probably get angry with her for even suggesting it so saying something 
to him was probably a bad idea.
He'd also get angry if he came back and she wasn't cleaning up so she 
started gathering the plates. Normally she'd just put everything in the 
dishwasher but if she hand washed everything it would take longer. Good 
idea. She could probably stretch it out for at least half an hour and that 
would be another half hour she wouldn't have to be naked in front of him.
As he headed for his bedroom Richard was feeling pretty pleased himself. 
Very pleased in fact. He reckoned he'd handled the last hour or so 
brilliantly. He'd been so cool, so mature with her being naked. Now though 
he could feel the excitement, the anticipation of what was to come, 
building. Soon, very soon, he'd be having sex with her again. Sex! After all 
the years of jerking off, of trying to convince girls to have sex with him, 
of trying to imagine what it really felt like he could now have sex anytime 
he wanted. Way to go!
He wanted to be ready for her when she came up but he also wanted to look 
relaxed, cool. After he stripped off he turned on the TV, settling on the 
bed on his stomach, his head propped on his hands, facing the foot of the 
bed, watching Buffy. That lasted about thirty seconds before he started to 
feel naked which of course he was. It wasn't that he had a problem about his 
body or anything like that but he didn't normally wander around naked or 
watch TV naked or things like that so it felt. naked! Grabbing a pair of 
shorts he pulled them on and immediately felt better as he went back to 
watching Buffy.
Eventually he started to wonder why he was mindlessly watching a rerun of 
Buffy, which after the first few minutes he'd realised he'd already seen, 
when there was a naked girl downstairs in the kitchen. Sure, as usual he was 
daydreaming about how great it would be if Buffy's tits just happened to pop 
free of her top when the bad guy grabbed her but that seemed kind of lame 
given that less than a hundred feet away, Janet's tits were already out! Not 
only was Janet naked which he somehow doubted Buffy was ever going to be 
when he was around but as far as he was concerned Janet was much prettier 
than Buffy so, apart from the obvious fact that he was an idiot, why was 
wasting time on TV daydreams?
All he needed to do was call out to Janet, order her to come upstairs, or he 
could head back downstairs and tie her to the kitchen table like he did 
yesterday so he could eat her, or maybe bend her over the sink while he 
fucked her in the arse, or make her to kneel and suck him off again, or he 
could do none of the above. Because truth was he wanted more than that. It 
wasn't just about sex anymore.
What he really wanted was for them to hold each other, to kiss each other, 
to. that's it, he wanted them to make love, not just have sex. Okay, this 
was something a bit new. How was he going to make this happen? First off, 
definitely not the kitchen, the bedroom was the right place to be. Second. 
second. Shit he had no idea what was second. Maybe if he took it slowly and 
really got into the foreplay stuff and didn't talk about punishment or tying 
her up or those things. Third. Absolutely no idea what third should be. Have 
the lights low? Tell her he. no, that was wrong. Maybe tell her how 
beautiful she is and all those other things girls like to hear.
It didn't really matter what happened in what order though because now he 
had a feel for what he wanted, he knew that it would be good. So he waited, 
half watching Buffy's tits, half preparing for Janet to come to him.
Buffy was almost over when he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye 
and there she was, his beautiful slave girl, standing uncertainly in the 
doorway, arms by her side. He turned and unashamedly took his time looking 
at her, drinking in every perfect detail from her honey blonde hair framing 
her pixie like face, her full boobs, narrow waist, silky patch of pubic hair 
and her slender legs. As his eyes roved her body she blushed which made her 
look even cuter! Patting the bed alongside him he called her over.
"Hi. Come on."
She could feel the heat in her cheeks and as she quickly climbed onto the 
bed lying down next to him, she was relieved to be able to at least cover 
her front from his gaze. As she settled onto the bed she realised he'd 
changed and was only wearing shorts now. Probably meant he was going to make 
her have sex with him again. Probably? Of course he was, they were on his 
bed, she was naked and he was practically naked.
Still, sex was much, much better than being punished. Unless he wanted to do 
it in her bum again although even that was better than punishment. Actually 
the second time he'd done it there hadn't hurt, so if he wanted to do it in 
her bum that would probably be okay too. Especially if she could play with 
her clitoris while he was doing it. That's what the girls on the video had 
done when the guys fuck them in the bum and they all came.
God what was doing, planning on how she could come if he fucked her bum! And 
how could she think that anything he did could be okay. Everything he did 
was horrible! He was horrible and she had to remember that!
For the next few minutes Richard allowed his anticipation to build as he 
breathed deeply, luxuriating in her scent, allowing it to intoxicate him as 
they lay side by side watching TV. Finally he couldn't keep up the pretense 
and he turned to her. She was so beautiful his heart did a flip flop. It 
didn't matter what the angle she was perfection. Her profile, the color of 
her hair, the turn of her shoulder, the sweeping line of her back, the 
curves of her legs, everywhere he looked all he saw was absolute perfection. 
His left hand reached out almost reverentially till his finger could touch 
her shoulder and he gently explored, letting his fingers map every square 
inch of her shoulder and upper arm.
Janet wasn't sure what to do when she sensed him turn to look at her so she 
kept watching the TV, pretending she hadn't noticed. It was only when he 
touched her shoulder that she turned to him, steeling herself once again to 
do whatever he wanted. She made sure she was smiling but she needn't have 
worried because he was looking so intently at her arm that she didn't think 
he'd have noticed no matter how she'd looked at him. The good thing was that 
his touch was really gentle so maybe he wasn't going to hurt her.
The way he was looking at her and touching her was sort of strange. Not 
scary strange though just strange because the intensity. It was as if he was 
examining something incredibly delicate and precious even though it was just 
her arm. Weird. But nice weird. She'd never had anyone, not even a 
boyfriend, treat her like this before. She didn't understand him. One minute 
he was doing horrible things to her, the next he was being nice, making her 
feel. special. And she didn't want him to make her feel special!
Richard shifted his position, moving closer so he could kneel alongside her. 
The way she was resting with her head on her hands meant her shoulder blades 
were raised up and his fingers now explored them. Her skin was so smooth, so 
beautiful, so electrifying. Leaning down, his lips brushed her arm and then 
followed his fingers to her shoulder blades, kissing along each ridge.
Between her raised shoulder blades was a valley and at the centre of the 
valley the bumps of her backbone ran all the way down her back till they 
disappeared between her arse cheeks. Slowly his fingers, followed by his 
lips, explored each ridge till he finally reached the swell of her bum. He 
felt like an intrepid explorer, charting an undiscovered country!
And this next discovery was definitely worth spending time exploring. He'd 
lost count of the number of times he'd got a hard-on watching her tight buns 
as she walked along a corridor at school. Didn't matter if she was wearing 
jeans or a skirt, it was still one of the wonders of the world as far as he 
and a good portion of the male school population were concerned. And now he 
could touch it, kiss it, caress it for as long as he liked.
And that's what he did. As his fingers caressed the back of her thighs, his 
mouth paid homage to her bum. First it was his lips kissing every square 
inch, then he retraced the route with his tongue making little trails all 
over her bum till finally he started gently biting and sucking. As he was 
doing this though what he was most conscious of was the shaded crevice where 
the globes of her arse came together. It was like a magnet, pulling his 
attention, begging him to explore further.
By the time his fingers and lips started moving on her bum and the backs of 
her thighs Janet was finding it hard to keep still. She would never have 
imagined that something like this could be a turn-on but it was and when she 
felt his teeth on her bum she had to bite her lips to stop crying out. She 
so didn't want him think she was getting turned on by what he was doing but 
it was hard. And to make it worse that familiar ache was starting in her 
pussy and she knew it was going to become harder and harder to ignore it.
Richard also was finding it harder and harder to ignore her pussy. Moving 
his hands from her thighs to her left hip he started lifting her up till, 
taking the cue, she rolled over onto her back. Resisting the temptation to 
fold her arms over her boobs she left them by her side as she watched him 
through half hooded eyes. He was hovering over her stomach, staring intently 
at her body and she reluctantly spread her legs apart, assuming that's what 
he wanted her to do.
At first he didn't realise he was holding his breath as once again her 
beauty was laid out before him. The twin hills of her boobs capped with her 
rosy nipples, her flat stomach with the incredibly cute belly button, her 
pubic mound with what had to be the most exciting in the whole wide world 
patch of carefully trimmed blonde pubic hair, the magical vee shape which 
lead down to her pussy and the smooth curves of her thighs disappearing down 
to her feet. Then, as she opened her legs, he saw her pussy lips, 
glistening, seeming to invite him to touch them, kiss them, enter them. 
Finally he took a deep breath and it felt like he was drowning in the 
glorious scent of her pussy.
Her belly button was such a cute indentation and it really did deserve a 
kiss. Then there were her sexy hip bones poking up the tiniest bit on each 
side so he had to kiss them. And her stomach just above where she'd trimmed 
her pubic hair was so inviting. Almost as inviting as her groin which then 
lead his tongue and lips to her thighs. And all the time he was breathing as 
deeply as possible, drinking in the overpowering scent of her pussy.
Lifting up he stared, mesmerised, at her pussy as he continued to caress the 
inside of her thighs, his fingers moving closer and closer to her pussy. Her 
pussy lips were slightly parted, her clitoris visible, poking out from its 
hood and below that he could just see the entrance to her cunt. He stopped 
caressing her and for a few moments the middle finger of his left hand 
hovered outside her hole and then he made contact, pushing into her till his 
knuckles were pressed into her slit and his finger was as far inside as he 
could get, held snug and tight by her cunt.
"Oh. yeah. Oh."
As much as her body had started to crave a touch on her pussy the moment of 
penetration was a surprise. Her hands gripped the bed as she half sat up, 
instinctively pushing her hips forward, wanting his finger even deeper. She 
had something inside her again, deeper than she'd ever gone herself and she 
wanted more.
Turning to her he looked deep into her eyes. Most of the time they were 
bright, sparkling but now they were clouded, hazy and it was as sexy as all 
hell. Closing the gap between them his lips found hers and they kissed 
hungrily, their tongues duelling as her arms wrapped around him, pressing 
her breasts against his chest. Still kissing and with his finger now lazily 
twisting in and out of her pussy, he lowered her back down to the bed.
Finally he broke the kiss and his lips slowly travelled down her body, 
exploring her chin, her throat, her boobs, taking time to lick and suck each 
hard nipple before moving down to her stomach and then on through her sparse 
pubic bush. Now he repositioned himself, kneeling between her legs, his 
finger still working in her as with his free hand he grabbed a pillow and 
pushed it under her bum, raising her pussy. Sliding his finger one last time 
from her pussy, he hesitated for a second before bringing it to his mouth 
and carefully sucking her juice off it.
"Mmmm."
Heaven! He hadn't been mistaken yesterday. This was the most exquisite taste 
imaginable and he knew there was more just waiting for him. Lowering his 
head, tongue extended, he began licking and sucking her beautiful pussy, 
savoring her juices. Mostly he alternated between her clit and her cunt 
although occasionally he licked further down, swiping his tongue across the 
wrinkle of her arsehole. She seemed to respond the most when he worked on 
her clit but he liked it most when he was trying to get his tongue deep 
inside her, gathering as much of her nectar as possible.
It was only as he'd started kissing his way down her body that it had 
occurred to her that maybe he was going to use his mouth on her down there 
again. No, that sounded dumb - that he was going to eat her pussy again! She 
shivered at the thought, fighting the anticipation.
"Oh, oh god!"
He was doing it! He was licking her pussy again and she didn't care how 
wrong it was because she loved it. And it was even better than yesterday 
because this time he hadn't tied her down and blindfolded her. Being free to 
move was so much better and when she raised her head, being able to see him 
buried between her legs, knowing his tongue was actually licking her pussy. 
Wow! If she'd known how amazing it felt to have someone's tongue licking her 
she'd have been making her boyfriends do this a long time ago. Well maybe 
not, but in future she sure would be!
The best part was when he licked and sucked her clitoris. It was the most 
exciting thing she'd ever know, far better than when she used her fingers to 
masturbate. Of course when he moved lower and licked her pussy lips and 
pushed his tongue inside her that was pretty amazing and every time he 
licked her bum her whole body twitched with how nasty it was to have someone 
doing that. But although the feel of his tongue and lips was great on her 
pussy and bum it was his tongue on her clitoris that she knew would 
eventually make her come. Each time he came back to it she'd get a little 
closer to what she sensed was going to be a mindblowing orgasm.
Eventually his tongue and jaw started to get tired so he focused on her 
clit, hoping he'd be able to make her come like she did yesterday in the 
kitchen. Sure enough after a few minutes she started responding differently. 
First her breathing sped up and then she wrapped her legs around his head 
which felt really great having her thighs pressing agaist his cheeks. Taking 
this as his cue, he sucked as hard as he could on her clit at the same time 
as he flicked his tongue rapidly across the smooth head of the little knob 
and that seemed to push her over.
"Oh, yeah. Oh shit! Yes! Oh god! Oh, that's so. Oh fuck!"
The orgasm started at her clitoris before crashing through her body like 
waves breaking against the rocks. As she cried out her thigh muscles spasmed 
and she clamped her legs tightly against his face, her hands grabbing his 
head, trapping him, not wanting him to ever escape as she pushed her cunt 
against his mouth. The incredible spasms went on and on, lasting far longer 
than when she masturbated. Finally though they died down and she collapsed 
in a stupor, totally spent, her legs falling limply onto the bed.
Once she started coming there was nothing Richard could do. Her thighs were 
like a vice, gripping his head, holding him against her cunt as she pushed 
her clit against his mouth. For a moment it was almost scary but then he 
just enjoyed the ride as her body bucked and twisted, loving that he'd been 
able to get her off like this, that he was the one giving her this pleasure.
Finally though the ride was over and after one last lick through her slit, 
Richard moved up till he was hovering above her, looking down at his 
obviously very satisified slave girl. Her eyes were glazed but from the 
smile on her face there was no doubt she'd liked what he'd just done. Her 
lips were parted, her pearly white teeth showing as he softly kissed her, 
gently laying his body on top of hers.
As his lips touched hers she instinctively kissed back, her eyes closing as 
she prepared to lose herself in the kiss. At first she was confused by the 
sweet taste then her eyes flew open as she realised what the taste on his 
lips was. His lips were covered in her juice. Gross! Nasty! Sexy! Confusing. 
she should be revolted by the taste of her own pussy juices but the opposite 
was true. She liked the taste. No, she loved the taste! She wanted to lick 
it off his face. Not that she would. Shit, what was wrong with her? This was 
just like when she'd discovered she liked the taste of his come. It was so 
wrong, she was so wrong, wasn't she? It was all so confusing, so hard to 
even think after coming like that and especially with him kissing her, his 
body covering hers.
As they continued to kiss Richard reached down to his shorts and with a bit 
of a struggle managed to work them off, freeing his hard cock. Then he lay 
down on her again, snuggling in, so that his cock rested along her hot slit. 
This felt so great having her body under him with his cock touching her cunt 
as they kissed.
When she felt the length of his cock against her slit she started tilting 
her hips up and down, trying to rub her wet pussy against the hard shaft. 
Still pre-occupied with tasting herself on his mouth, it took a few seconds 
for her to register what she was actually doing but, just as she was about 
to stop, she realised she had no choice. All she was doing was trying to 
keep him happy, trying to convince him that she wanted to do these things, 
trying to make sure he didn't have a reason to punish her. So all she was 
really doing was protecting herself from being punished.
It was nice having her cunt rubbing along his shaft but he know knew there 
was something far better awaiting him. Pulling back a little till only his 
cockhead was touching her cunt, he started blindly searching through her 
pussy lips for the entrance. For a second he thought he'd have to use his 
hand to help guide himself but then he felt it and he was there, the tip of 
his cock poised, waiting. Then with barely any pressure his cockhead was 
inside her.
"Oh!"
"Oh yeah. Mmmm."
It wasn't as if she never had things inside her before. Most days she had a 
finger in her pussy as she masturbated and every month there were tampons, 
but this was so different. So much bigger than her finger or a tampon, it 
stretched her so wide! And it felt so good. Really good!
"Ahhh."
She spread her legs as wide as possible as his cock drove all the way in 
filling her completely, his hairy balls slapping agaist her bum. This felt 
even better, filling ever inch of her! Oh god! Why? Why did she like it so 
much? Why couldn't it feel horrible?
For a couple of minutes they stayed joined, their pubic bushes pressed 
together as they continued kissing. Then Richard slowly drew back till just 
his cockhead was in her clasping cunt before starting to slowly fuck her.
At first as he started to move his cock in and out her legs were spread wide 
but that didn't seem to be enough, didn't feel natural. She pulled her feet 
in till they were touching his calves, feeling the muscles working as his 
cock moved in and out of her pussy. This seemed to open her up even more, 
made it better. Then, as she adjusted herself, her feet moved up to his 
thighs which twisted her pelvis up. Shit! It felt like his cock was reaching 
even deeper! Fucking amazing!
Her hands moved from his head to his back, caressing him as she clamped her 
feet together, wrapping them round his thighs. Now each time he thrust into 
her she helped to pull him down, wanting to feel his wonderful cock as deep 
inside her as possible.
Maybe next time he'd explore different positions but tonight he was happy to 
do it like this, lying on top of her, slowly making love to her, absorbing 
every moment, every sensation, every touch of her body. He'd never be able 
to go back to masturbating now that he knew how truly amazing real sex was, 
how great it was to make love to someone you. you really liked a lot. There 
was no comparison between holding his cock in his hand and jerking off, and 
having his cock buried inside Janet's hot, slippery pussy.
They continued like this for what seemed like forever, occasionally kissing 
as they became lost in their growing excitement. Ever so slowly the pace 
increased till finally the excitement took over and Richard started moving 
faster, almost pounding his cock into her cunt. With each stroke he could 
feel himself getting closer but it was Janet who peaked first, moaning and 
gasping in orgasm as her body shuddered beneath him, her cunt gripping his 
cock even tighter if that was at all possible.
He tried to hold off, wanting this to last forever but the way her cunt 
grabbed his cock as she came proved too much. It started way down in his 
cock, an almost painful tightening and then as he ploughed as far inside her 
as he could it happened, the pain changed to absolute pleasure and 
everything let go as he exploded, pumping spurt after spurt of come deep in 
her grasping cunt.
"Oh shit, yeah! Coming. Oh fuck. Oh that's so good! Oh yeah, so fucking 
good! Oh fuck you're so good!"
He couldn't believe how much better it felt this time. It was the most 
intense feeling he'd ever known, a thousand times better than jerking off 
and far better than any of the other comes he'd had with her. The way her 
cunt grabbed every inch of his cock, caressing it, squeezing it. And knowing 
he was inside her, knowing it was her perfect body under his, her hard 
nipples against his chest, her mouth agaist his as their tongues continued 
to duel. Heaven!
After the final spurt of come was wrung from his cock he collasped on top of 
her content to stay there forever with his cock deep inside her. Making love 
was so much more intense that just fucking! So much more fulfilling. This 
was the way it would be from now on, that was for sure.
When he'd come she'd really felt it happening inside her, his cock growing 
bigger and then his stuff spurting out, filling her with come. She knew it 
should have felt horrible but like so many of the things he did to her it 
didn't. Instead it somehow made her feel fulfilled, knowing that she'd made 
that happen. And even having him lying on top of her now felt good, his body 
pressing her into the bed.
Finally when his cock started to soften and he felt it being squeezed out of 
her pussy he rolled off to lie alongside her, staring up at the ceiling.
When he rolled off and his cock left her she was sort of disappointed. No, 
that was stupid she thought as she snuggled against him, her head now 
resting in the crook of his arm with her cheek against his chest. Of course 
she wasn't disappointed, it was just that she couldn't help it if her body 
liked the feel of his body. After all, he had a good body. He wasn't too 
muscley, just nicely developed. Bringing her hand over to his chest she ran 
her fingers through the light scattering of blonde hairs. Nice.
Further down she could see his cock, no longer hard but still not as soft as 
it had been the other morning before he woke up. It looked cute like that, 
neither floppy and soft nor long and hard. She actually had to resist an 
urge to reach down and touch it, to find out what it felt like in this half 
state.
Although he was pleased when she started playing with his chest it also 
pissed him off a bit because this was pretty much the first time she'd done 
something to him without him either having to tell her or somehow push her 
to do it. It was like he still had to do all the work. Or rather she'd only 
do something for him after he'd done it to her and that was wrong. He wanted 
her to do things without having to prompt her all the time.
It had been the same with his one and only real girlfriend. In fact all the 
girls he'd gone out with were like this. You had to kiss them first, they 
wouldn't initiate it. It was so frustrating the way it always seemed to be 
the guy trying to feel the girl, not the other way around. Always trying to 
encourage the girl to do more. But it wasn't meant to be like that with 
Janet because she was his slave. She was meant to look after him. He'd even 
written something about it in the contract he'd got her to sign.
Okay, as much as he'd loved fucking her. no, making love to her just then, 
it could have been better and he was in a position to make it better because 
he was her master, not just her boyfriend. He'd give her some homework! He'd 
pull up some of the sex stories he liked and get her to read them. The ones 
where the girls were really into having sex just as much as the guys were. 
Maybe then she'd get it. Okay, which stories? Maybe Jack and Jake. The 
girlfriend in that really got into sex. Also another fav was Firsts and 
maybe Callgirl Cheerleaders because most of those girls seemed to really 
love sex. That'd be a good start.
Maybe he should punish her for not doing everything she could have. Yes, 
definitely. She had to be punished for not trying hard enough to please her 
master. Plus she hadn't cleaned his cock after they'd fucked or even thanked 
him for eating her like she was meant to. He'd spank her on the bum again 
although not too hard because he didn't really want to hurt her too much, 
just make her realise that there were things she had to do if she was going 
to be his slave, things she had to learn.
"I'll be back in a second."
Watching him leave she was fairly confident things had gone okay. He'd 
sounded really happy and he hadn't called her any of those horrible names. 
In fact he hadn't called her any horrid names since before they went to the 
movies which had to be a good sign. Maybe things were getting better, maybe 
it was only going to be sex now and he wouldn't hit her anymore.
After a few minutes she started to feel a bit dumb just lying on the bed 
waiting, especially as she was still around the wrong way with her head at 
the foot of the bed. She clambered off the bed but then didn't know what to 
do so she just stood in the middle of the room, waiting for him to come 
return.
Oh wow, she was leaking! This was too weird, there was a guy's come leaking 
out of her, starting to dribble down her thigh. She wasn't sure if she 
should be totally grossed out or totally blown out by it. Cupping her hand 
between her legs she dragged her fingers through her pussy, gathering some 
of the gooey mess. Bringing her fingers up she studied the creamy, sticky 
come. Come. Wow. She had a guy's come on her hand. She guessed it was really 
a mix of his come and her juice. She held it closer, taking a really deep 
breath. Mmmm. Smelt good. sexy.
Hearing a noise she panicked, not knowing what to do. Last thing she needed 
was for him to find her sniffing his come on her hands, he'd think she was a 
total slut or worse. With no time to get a tissue she put her hands behind 
her back and desperately wiped her come covered fingers on her bum. Keeping 
her head down she stared at the floor as he came in and stood in front of 
her. The punishment book! Shit, he had the book. He was going to hit her 
again, punish her, and she didn't know what she could possibly have done to 
deserve it this time. Oh, god, she was meant to kneel down when he came into 
a room. She dropped to her knees, hands still behind her, squatting down in 
the ready position, making sure her legs were spread and she was pushing her 
boobs out.
"Good slave."
When she knelt without being told to it was such an incredible power rush. 
His slave was kneeling to him, acknowledging his command over her! Awesome! 
The way she pushed her boobs out was so inviting, so tempting. Later though, 
he could play with them later. At least she was remembering to do some of 
the things he'd told her to do. Moving over to the desk, he picked up her 
contract before sitting on the end of the bed.
"Got your punishment book slave. Not too many things tonight. I've already 
written down everything I think. Let's see, you forgot to clean me didn't 
you?"
Shit, she couldn't believe it. How could she have been so stupid. She'd even 
been looking at his cock after they'd had sex, thinking about touching it so 
how could she have forgotten she had to suck it clean. Not fair!
"I'm sorry master. Your slave is sorry! Your slave forgot. Look your slave 
is doing it now master."
Crawling between his legs she opened her mouth and took all his cock in, his 
pubic hair tickling her lips. As he told her the other punishments she 
licked and sucked every bit of come she could find off his cock and balls.
"Oh yeah, that's the way. I'll still have to punish you though so you won't 
forget next time but. whoa that looks good. Feels good."
"Mmmm. Yes master."
"Okay, what else is there. Yeah, you didn't thank me after I ate your pussy 
or after we made. had sex. The other thing is that um, you're still not 
doing all the stuff in the contract. Here. Oh yeah, that's good, that's real 
fucking good. Oh yeah, clean my balls. Umm, number eight, well that's the 
thanking one. Mostly number twenty five and twenty six. I will always 
respond fully both physically and verbally to whatever my Master does with 
me and I must always feel and act sexual - I am a sexual being. You know? 
You're not really doing that. Like when we have sex you're meant to do 
things to me without me telling. You know, not just lie there waiting for me 
to do things to you."
It would have been nice to leave her kneeling there cleaning his cock and 
balls for a lot longer but he really should punish her and get her reading 
the stories. Taking her head in his hands he pulled her away from his 
crutch.
"That's enough for now."
"Yes master."
"Yeah well anyway, punishment first and then I've got some stories I want 
you to read. Some homework for you. Maybe that'll help you get what I mean."
"Yes master."
"Okay slave, over my legs again. Punishment will be four spanks for not 
thanking me, two for not licking my cock and six for the contract stuff. Ten 
all up. And remember you have to keep count and thank me after each slap."
"Yes master."
As she climbed up onto his lap she tried to stop her trembling. Only ten, 
that couldn't be too bad, especially if he was only going to use his hand 
and didn't whip her. Count them and thank him, count them and thank him. 
She'd make sure she didn't forget that otherwise he'd probably do it all 
again.
As she lay over his lap, her boobs pressing into his thigh, he stroked her 
bum. There were a couple of wet patches, probably from their juices he 
thought as he smeared it across her twin globes. Then he brought his hand 
down for the first slap.
"Ow! One. Thank you master."
Although she'd cried out it was more a reflex cry rather than a cry of pain.
"Ah! Two. Thank you master."
Again it didn't really hurt. In fact none of them really hurt. Either he 
wasn't hitting her all that hard or else she was getting used to it already. 
Couldn't be that so he mustn't be hitting her too hard. By the time he'd 
landed the last slap her bum was feeling very warm though. It was a weird 
feeling, like nothing she'd ever felt before. Sort of felt good or at least 
didn't feel bad like the other times he'd hit her. Not that she'd ever want 
anyone to do this to her but it actually felt okay being slapped like this.
When he finished he played with her bum for a while. I looked great with the 
red marks on it from her spanking. He slipped a finger through her crack, 
toying with her arse hole and then down to her wet pussy. Decisions. Should 
they have sex again or should he get her reading the stories. The stories. 
That way she'd maybe be even better when they next had sex.
"Okay slave, that's it. Well, what do you say?"
"Umm. thank you master for punishing your slave. Um, your slave will do her 
best to be good. And, and thank you master for eating your slave's pussy 
earlier and for, um, for coming in her."
"Very good. Okay, up you get. Give me a couple of minutes to find the 
stories I want you to read."
Back at his desk he logged on and started searching for the stories he 
wanted. It didn't take him long before he had each set up in a separate 
browser window.
"Okay there are three stories I want you to read. Kind of homework I guess! 
First read Jack and Jake, then The Firsts, and then Cheerleader Callgirls."
"Yes master."

Chapter 17: Morning Duties
From zero to one hundred in less than a second. One minute she was in a deep 
sleep, the next instant she was wide awake with an overpowering premonition 
that something was horribly wrong.
Strange room, strange bed, strange everything... slave!
She was a slave and he was standing alongside the bed holding something, 
saying something. As she tried to clear her head she realised that although 
her lower half was covered by a sheet, she was naked from the waist up with 
her boobs very much on display. Instinct was to cover herself but she fought 
the impulse as she strained to get her brain into gear so she could work out 
what he was saying.
"Hey sleepy, time for breakfast. Well, way past that time but what the hell. 
I've got croissants, had to dethaw them, coffee, some cereal and even some 
fruit if you want it."
Dethawed croissants? He had a tray with dethawed croissants on it? This only 
increased her confusion. Her eyes darted to the bedside clock but what she 
saw only worsened her panic. It was after eleven o'clock. How could she have 
slept that late? Then it started coming back to her. Of course, she hadn't 
gone to bed till after daybreak. He'd made her read those stories and by the 
time she'd finished and then surfed the net a bit it was six thirty. She'd 
debated staying awake till he woke up but once she stopped reading and 
surfing her eyes had become so heavy she knew she couldn't stay awake any 
longer. She'd carefully slipped into bed alongside him, just to have a quick 
nap. Next thing she knew... croissants!
"Yep, almost midday. But you looked so cute sleeping there that I couldn't 
wake you. Till now that is. You know, days half over and there are lots of 
things to do! So, what'd you want to eat?"
"Umm, I don't know... I, ahh... umm, toilet?"
"Oh, sure. I'll just set this up while you do whatever."
Of course this meant getting out of bed. The natural thing would have been 
to wrap herself in the sheet or grab something, anything she could use to 
cover herself. Fortunately she was awake enough by now to know that covering 
herself would probably lead to trouble so, taking a big breath, she slipped 
out of the bed. Fighting the urge to hurry past him she walked normally as 
she headed for the bathroom but she was unable to stop blushing as she felt 
his eyes on her naked body.
Richard turned to watch her walking out, her butt seeming to wriggle at him 
as she disappeared out the door. Fuck she looked so good naked, so 
beautiful, especially when she moved. Poetry in motion or something like 
that. It really was an almost painful experience watching her, his chest 
seemed to tighten and he had trouble breathing. His, she was his and soon 
she'd walk back in, naked, her boobs doing that indescribable jiggle, her 
beautful little tuft of pussy hair only half hiding her pussy lips and 
they'd sit together on his bed having breakfast. Awesome! And she hadn't 
tried to hide herself from him, not even for an instant. This whole thing 
was really starting to work just the way he'd imagined.
As she toileted and then cleaned her teeth Janet desperately tried to clear 
her head. Early in the morning as she was reading the last story she'd had a 
moment of absolute clarity where she'd known exactly what she had to do to 
make this mess work so as he wouldn't hurt her anymore. Everything was 
crystal clear. Now however her head was a mass of cotton wool and nothing 
seemed the slightest bit clear. Maybe if she had a shower but he had 
breakfast waiting for her and so he'd be expecting her back.
Finishing cleaning her teeth she quickly checked herself out in the mirror. 
Not too bad although her hair was starting to look a little ratty. She'd 
have to give it a serious combing soon. Anyway, at least there were no marks 
from where he'd whipped her yesterday. She shivered at the horrible memory. 
It seemed like such a long time ago but it wasn't and it would probably 
happen again if she pissed him off. No way. She wasn't going to give him any 
reason to hit her like that ever again. One last check in the mirror and she 
headed back to the bedroom trying to focus herself on the main task. Keep 
him happy! No two tasks. Keep him happy and remember what it was that had 
seemed so clear at five in the morning!
"Ok, got everything set up. Come and get it!"
He was looking very proud of himself as he sat in the middle of the bed, the 
food spread all around him sort of like a picnic. He had obviously taken a 
lot of trouble getting this together so she was probably meant to 
congratulate him or something like that.
"Looks great."
"Yep. Should be plenty here. What'd you want to start with?"
"Cereal?"
"Okay, cereal it is. Come on, we can eat on the bed."
It was only as she clambered onto the bed to sit cross- legged, facing him, 
that the fact that she was still naked struck home! Of course he wasn't. He 
was only wearing shorts and the way his thing... no his cock... was tenting 
the front of them he probably didn't have any underpants on but still, he 
was clothed and she wasn't. Yesterday this had seemed like such a problem 
but now? There was a momentary wave of embarrassment where she had to fight 
the urge to grab a pillow to hide behind but this was quickly followed by 
resignation. He'd definitely seen everything she had to show in the last few 
days so whatever! She was obviously going to have to get used to it.
For the next few minutes she managed to avoid lengthy conversations, relying 
on "thanks", "yes", "no" type answers as they started eating. Then she made 
sure she had her mouth full so talking wasn't really an option. It gave her 
more time to try to remember what it was she'd worked out last night but she 
still couldn't seem to dredge it up. It was this out of reach thought, 
seemingly hell bent on tormenting her because she was sure it was the idea 
that was going to save her, protect her from anymore of his horrible 
whippings.
Then, as she savoured her first sip of coffee it came flooding back. The 
girls in the cheerleader story had been the ones who had given it to her. 
They liked having sex, wanted to have it, planned and schemed to have it and 
more than that, they let the guy know which he really seemed to get off on. 
He liked it when they were sluts. He didn't want to be chasing them to have 
sex, he wanted them to be chasing him, taking the initiative and in the 
early hours of the morning, that's what she'd finally figured Richard was 
about. He wanted her to be like those girls. And he wanted her to be like 
the two girls in the first story and most of the girls in the Jake and 
whoever the other story was. Most of the time they didn't have to be asked 
to have sex or do things, they did them because they wanted to.
Phew, that was a relief. At least she'd remembered although remembering what 
she'd decided she had to do didn't mean it was going to be easy to actually 
do it. Of course last night it had seemed easy. She remembered turning to 
look at him as he slept, thinking it'd be easy to pretend she wanted to have 
sex with him, to do the things those girls were doing. She had to do them 
anyway when he told her to, the only difference was that she'd be taking the 
initiative. Might mean he thought she was a slut but didn't he think that 
already from the names he'd called her. Now however, sitting here in front 
of him with him actually awake... much harder to contemplate!
Oh shit! She just remembered the other great idea she'd had last night. The 
reason she'd then spent another hour surfing the net, looking at stuff that 
two days ago she'd probably have been too embarrassed to search for. What 
she'd planned had seemed easy then but now, looking at him as she continued 
to sip her coffee it seemed impossible! But if she didn't do everything 
Richard wanted and even more, then he'd probably hurt her again with the 
whips.
Shit, shit, shit! She'd said I earlier instead of your slave. Dumb, dumb and 
dumber! Although he hadn't said anything so maybe he didn't notice. Your 
slave, not I. Your slave, not I. Your slave, not I!
"So, what time did you get to bed?"
"Your slave went to bed about six master."
"Wow. And you read the stories?"
"Yes master."
"So, what did you think of them?"
"Ah, they were interesting, I mean good master? Your slave means good 
master!"
"Right. Um, which one did you like most?"
"Oh, not sure. Um, the second one maybe?"
"How come?"
She didn't say anything for a while, not certain how to answer, not really 
wanting to talk about it because it was kind of embarrassing. Which was of 
course really dumb! She was sitting on his bed totally naked plus he knew 
she'd read the stories yet she was embarassed because he wanted her to tell 
him what she thought about them. She knew why she was embarassed of course. 
It was because she'd been turned on by reading them. Really turned on by 
some of the scenes but she definitely didn't want him knowing that.
"I guess, your slave guesses it was maybe more believeable than the other 
stories. More normal that is."
"Yeah, suppose so. Which part did you like the most? You know, which 
chapters?"
Somehow she didn't think he wanted to hear a school report giving a literary 
analysis of the story. He wanted her to talk dirty, he wanted to know which 
sex scenes she liked, probably so he could do those things to her. Not that 
it was really a problem in this story as most of the stuff the characters 
did was fairly standard. In fact there wasn't really anything she could 
think of in this story that she and Richard hadn't already done. Except 
having a third person there but in this story that wasn't really an issue, 
certainly not the way it was in the other two stories where there were lots 
of... orgies she guessed they'd have to be called.
"When they first got together maybe?"
"You mean the first time they fucked? In the park?"
"Yes master. When they first fucked."
"Anything else?"
"Umm, not sure... maybe when the other girl... when she sucked him off for 
the first time? And when he, um, you know, did it to the girlfriend?"
"When he ate her pussy you mean?"
Shit, she had to say everything, not try to avoid stuff like that or he'd 
punish her again. She knew what she had to do so why wasn't she just doing 
it!
"Yeah, when he licked her pussy for the first time and she came. That was, 
um, good."
"Exciting?"
"Yeah."
"So you did get turned on reading them?"
Damm, maybe he did know, maybe he'd seen. She'd been half way through the 
first story, one hand hitting the page down key every few seconds when she'd 
realised that her other hand was down at her pussy and she was holding 
herself, a finger ever so lightly brushing over her clitoris. She'd quickly 
jerked her hand away and after waiting a couple of minutes pretended to yawn 
as an excuse to turn so she could check out if he'd been watching but 
thankfully it looked like he was asleep. After that scare she'd been careful 
for a while but eventually the itch had become too strong and she'd had to 
hold herself. She'd constantly checked him and she hadn't actually got 
herself off but maybe he knew. Maybe he'd woken up at some point and watched 
her. Shit, she couldn't risk it!
"Yep. They were a turn on."
"Okay great! Hoped they would be. I mean I knew from your diary that you get 
hot watching porno's but this is way cool that you get hot reading sex 
stories too! So what other parts did you like? What about the other 
stories?"
"Um, well in the Jake story I guess, your slave that is, liked it when Jake 
and his girlfriend had sex, when they fucked the first time."
"Yeah, I've jerked off over that story a few times. And then later on when 
he fucks her younger sister, that's so hot. Actually there were lots of hot 
parts in that story. The scene where he and his brother fuck his sister in 
the arse for the first time and..."
Jerked off over it? She took a long sip of her coffee, eyes down, not sure 
how to react to that. He masturbated... no, jerked off... when he read the 
story. And he'd done it more than once. Probably sitting at the computer 
where she'd been sitting last night. He'd sat there and played with his cock 
till he'd come, spurting his stuff all over the place as he read that story 
and probably when he read the other stories.
Gross! Well maybe not gross. She probably should have been grossed out by it 
but truth was she wasn't. It was more... interesting... nasty or something 
like that... to think that he sat there jerking off, playing with his hard 
cock as he read those stories. Like she knew guys jerked off but it just 
wasn't something you thought about, wasn't something you imagined. Of course 
she'd almost done the same and would have done it if she'd been by herself 
last night but that seemed different somehow, even though she knew it 
probably wasn't.
"Hello? Janet?"
"Sorry master, what?"
"Did you like the part where they fuck their sister in the arse?"
"Um, yes master."
"Yeah, me to. Hey, what about you?"
"What master?"
"You know, when we, when I fucked you in the arse? Not the first time cause 
I know that must have hurt a bit. Sorry. But the second time. You got off 
that time didn't you?"
"Yes master."
"So you don't mind, I mean you like being fucked in the arse then?"
This was so cool being about to talk to her about stuff like this. He'd 
never have imagined he ever be able to ask a girl if she liked being fucked 
in the arse let alone have actually fucked her there. He knew that because 
she was his slave she had to answer him but even allowing for that she 
really didn't seem to mind talking about it. In fact he reckoned she might 
be getting turned on by talking like this. He certainly was! Very turned on! 
He'd soon be clearing all the stuff off the bed so they could have their 
first fuck of the day. His cock was starting to demand some relief and with 
his naked dream girl here on his bed he sure wasn't planning on 
masturbating.
"Guess so master."
"Okay. Cool. Which way do you like best?"
"Sorry master?"
"You know, which way have you liked best? Being fucked in the cunt, the bum 
or sucking cock? Like if you had to chose one, which'd be your first 
choice?"
This was getting all too weird and she was starting to feel really light 
headed. Which did she like best? How was she supposed to answer something 
like that? In any normal situation if a guy had dared to ask her this she'd 
have slapped him or maybe even kneed him in the balls. Besides that, the 
answer should be none, should be that she hated everything they'd done 
because he was forcing her to do it. But of course she couldn't say that, 
not only because he'd get pissed off but because even if he was forcing her, 
her body kept betraying her by enjoying so much of what they did.
She had to say something though or she'd be in trouble again. She couldn't 
refuse to answer and she knew she couldn't give a non-committal answer so 
her only choices were making something up or just telling the truth. As much 
as she hated it, the truth really was the only option.
"In... in the... in my cunt master."
"Thought so. Second?"
"Sucking co... sucking your cock master."
"So you like sucking cock? I wasn't sure. I mean I thought you did cause you 
really get into it but you know, maybe you were pretending. I guess being 
fucked in the bum would be third! Hey, what's it feel like?"
"Master?"
"What's it feel like? Having my cock up there? In your bum? Cause it feels 
really different for me. Like in your cunt's different to in your bum to 
when you suck me off. So I was wondering what it's like for you? You know?"
"Umm... I guess it sort of... sorry master, should have said slave! Your 
slave guesses, um, that it's... not sure... like it's full maybe? Strange? 
Yeah, feels strange. Full. Like I, like your slave wants to, you know?"
"What?"
"Wants to... go to the... like wanting to go to the toilet... you know, do a 
shit."
"Oh, okay."
"That's at the start. Then your slave got used to it after a while. The 
second time that is."
"Yeah. Well I guess the second time was better for me too. Sorry about that 
first one."
Sorry? That was the second time he'd said sorry. This conversation was 
getting stranger and stranger and she didn't know if she could handle much 
more without her head exploding or something. Maybe if she turned it back on 
him it would make it easier.
"What about you master? What's your favourite?"
"Hmm. Wow, tough one! I love everything! But I guess normal. When we have 
sex, normal sex that is, being inside you is like nothing I've ever 
experienced. It's like so much more than I'd ever imagined it could be. Your 
cunt's so hot and slippery and it's like it holds my cock really tightly but 
it also lets it move inside you really easily. Sort of like it's this total 
massage effect."
This had to be the most incredible conversation he'd ever had. Telling a 
girl what it felt like to have his cock inside her cunt. And not just any 
girl but his Janet. His eyes had dropped down to her pussy, the lips easily 
visible, looking so inviting. He wasn't sure if he could wait much longer to 
feel his cock inside her again now that he was talking about it. Then he 
looked up and saw her mouth, lips parted a little bit, her pearly white 
teeth just visible, inviting, tempting.
"Being sucked. That's amazing too. Seeing my cock in your mouth. And feeling 
your tongue licking it and the way you suck is so incredible. Especially 
when I come, it feels like your sucking my come out... which I guess you 
are! I love that too. Yeah."
For a few seconds nothing was said as they just stared at each other, their 
breathing shallow, as if they were in a trance.
"Okay, right. That's good. So, what about the other story. The cheerleader 
one. What'd you think of that one."
"What? Oh, the Cheerleader? It was good master. Strange though. At the start 
your slave thought it strange that the girl was interested in the guy 
because he was so much older than her. Then I, your slave remembered that 
last year she had a crush on Mr Jeldon. Like nothing happened you know but 
he must be at least thirty so your slave guesses it isn't that strange. 
Although when he started having sex with all the girls it was a bit hard to 
believe. The guy in the story that is, not Mr Jeldon!"
"Yeah, I suppose so but it is just a story you know. It's not meant to be 
real. But what about when the girls get together. You know, the lesbian 
stuff. Did you think that was sexy? Have you ever done any of that?"
A warning bell went off and she had a sip of coffee, trying to buy some 
time. She couldn't remember if she'd written anything in her diary. She 
didn't think she had but then again maybe she did which meant she couldn't 
risk lying. Shit, she'd probably have to tell him.
"Um, not really. Like not the way they did in the story."
"Did you find it sexy in the story when the girls got it on?"
"Umm... guess so."
"Ok, wow. So you get turned on by lesbian stuff. That's cool. So, what'd you 
mean by not really? What stuff have you done with a girl?"
"Well when I was about thirteen, you know Jacqui Welston, well she and I 
sort of practised kissing a couple of times when she slept over."
"Yeah? Like full on? Tongues and all?"
"Um, not first time but... yeah, second time cause her sister had told her 
all about it."
"Okay! What else? There's something else isn't there?"
Shit! He knew. She must have written it in her diary. She'd have to tell him 
everything now. This was so embarassing and she could feel her face flushing 
once again.
"A few months ago at a party I'd drunk a bit and I kissed and you know, did 
stuff with someone. Your slave kissed. Your slave... sorry master!"
"Really? Like this was full on kissing too? You know, tongues and all? And 
what stuff? Did you play with each other or something? Oh fuck! Marcia. It 
was her wasn't it? You and fucking Marcia!"
"No, no. It wasn't Marcia."
"Yeah? You sure? Yuk. I fucking hope not. Bitch, she is such a bitch, don't 
know how you fucking stand her at all. Okay, so who was it?"
"Tina."
"Tina? Tina Dale? Really? So she's a lesbo? Wow, Tina Dale a les... I didn't 
know. I mean she doesn't look like one, she's like really hot. Tina Dale, 
wow! So, what did you two do?"
"No, she's not, she's not a lesbian. We're not, really. It was just we were 
both a bit drunk I guess. We were pissed off because everyone else at the 
party seemed to be with someone and we weren't. I, your slave doesn't 
know... somehow we decided to pretend to be with each other and then later 
we kissed. That's all."
"That's all? Tongue kissed? How long? And what else did you do? You said 
there was other stuff."
She took another sip of coffee, gathering herself and then told him 
everything.
"We kissed for a few minutes. Outside but the lights were off. Not at first 
but soon it was tongues. It was like fun. And we held each other. Then she 
held my bum and we kind of rubbed against each other. Then we giggled a bit 
about how silly it was. Although, well, I, your slave noticed that her 
nipples were poking out and said something. Then your slave touched her 
nipples and she, you know, made a sound... she liked it... she still had her 
top on though... so then somehow we started kissing again and this time we 
were touching each other's boobs and nipples. That's all and not really 
touching, like we both had our tops on so it wasn't really, you know, 
touching touching. Anyway that was it cause someone came outside a couple of 
minutes later and we went in and that was it."
"So you liked it? Kissing and touching a girl?"
"I... your slave... it was okay. Yeah. But we're not lesbians or anything. 
Like we'd drunk a lot and, you know?"
"Wow. Cool. And that's it?"
"Yeah. We never talked about it or anything. Your slave's never told anyone 
this. You won't tell anyone will you? Please? Please master?"
"No. Course not. Wow. You didn't even put this in your diary. This is one 
big secret isn't it!"
Shit, he hadn't known! Still what did it matter. Even if he told someone, 
what did that matter. Her life was kind of over anyway so people knowing 
she'd kissed Tina once wasn't really a big deal compared to people knowing 
what had happened to her over the last couple of days.
When she was telling him about touching Tina's boobs he really thought he 
was going to come in his shorts. The image was so potent, such a turn on. He 
kept glancing down at her boobs, especially her nipples which were really 
hard. Hard for him to suck and play with! Oh yeah, this was going to be the 
best fuck they'd had he was sure of it.
"So, what would you like to do today?"
"Anything you want master."
"No, come on, I want to know what you want to do."
She was about to reassure him that she really only wanted to do what he 
wanted when it occurred to her that this was sort of a trick question. There 
were three possibilities. She could say anything you want again but he might 
get angry because that was a bit like disobeying him. She could say to go 
home and not be around you because you're an arsehole and you've been so 
horrible to me and I hate you... but somehow she felt that could cause a few 
problems. Or she could try to come up with something she thought he'd want 
to do and then say she wanted to do it. Even more than that, she could 
actually do it like the girls in the stories did. If she thought about it 
too much she knew she'd chicken out so she leapt in, praying it was the 
right thing.
"Master, have... have you... have you come this morning?"
"Umm, what? Ah, no."
"Then your slave would like to help you come master."
His brain was having a lot of trouble processing this as he watched her 
gather the breakfast things onto the tray and put the tray on the floor. She 
looked up at him with a tentative half smile as she moved closer leaning 
towards him till her lips met his, lightly brushing against them, the tip of 
her tongue licking his lips as her hard nipples brushed against his chest 
and her eyes fluttered closed.
His didn't. This was way too confusing. He thought she'd asked him if he'd 
come this morning and then said she wanted to help him come but that 
couldn't have been what she'd said. Either he'd heard incorrectly or he was 
dreaming. Although he could now feel her hand on the outside of his shorts, 
holding his cock as her tongue and lips moved down his chin to his neck and 
then to his left nipple making this the most real dream he'd ever had.
"Did you say... oh."
She'd sucked on his nipple, flicking her tongue over it at the same time as 
she'd started rubbing her thumb over his cockhead. This was definitely no 
dream so maybe he did hear correctly. Her other hand came up to his shoulder 
and when she applied pressure he didn't resist, allowing her to push him 
down onto the bed. As he lay back, her mouth stayed glued to his nipple, her 
lips and tongue working their magic in ways he'd never imagined possible. 
The hand on his shoulder moved over his chest and she started tweaking his 
other nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
"Oh wow."
"Do you like that master?"
"Oh yeah."
She almost asked him if his nipples were sensitive but stopped herself, her 
embarassment taking over. No, wrong. Stopping herself was wrong. She just 
had to do things, not hold back, not think about them because if she thought 
too much she wouldn't be able to do continue.
"Are they sensitive?"
"Yeah. Shit yeah! I had no idea. Oh yeah, that's good. Keep doing that. 
Ohh!"
She'd swapped sides and this time she was licking the flat of her tongue 
over his nipple. Until she'd read the stories last night, she'd never 
thought of guys having sensitive nipples and she'd actually doubted it when 
she'd read it anyway. So much of the stuff in the stories seemed to be 
exaggerated but maybe not because Richard certainly seem to like what she 
was doing. This had to be good for her. Surely the more he enjoyed what she 
did the less chance there was that he'd hit her again. Anyway, it was kind 
of neat playing with his nipples like this so it wasn't as though she was 
doing something really nasty.
For the next five minutes she moved from one side to the other, teasing his 
obviously sensitive nipples. While her mouth worked on one nipple her 
fingers would toy with the other one, never letting up. As she got used to 
what she was doing she started trying to vary the way she licked him, noting 
his reactions, figuring it was important to know what excited him the most. 
He really seemed to like it when she carefully held his nipple with her 
teeth and flicked her tongue over it. The other thing that got a really 
strong response was when she scratched her nail really quickly in circles 
around his nipple.
As she played with his nipples her other hand continued to stroke his cock. 
First through his shorts but then she moved her hand down his legs so she 
could get inside his shorts. They were really baggy so she had no trouble 
getting her hand up inside and then she was playing with his hard cock with 
nothing between it and her hand. At one point some slippery stuff came out 
and she smiled to herself as she smeared it over the head. Pre-cum. 
Something else she'd learnt last night from the stories. Apparently it was 
meant to help his cock get inside her if they had sex but not this time she 
thought.
As much as he seemed to love her licking his nipples, carrying on, moaning 
and groaning, she knew he'd want her to move on, so she headed south, 
kissing her way down to his stomach, pausing to lick and suck his belly 
button for a couple of minutes.
While her mouth concentrated on his belly button she let go of his cock but 
only so she could tug his shorts off. She watched as his cock sprang free of 
his shorts, standing tall and hard, looking so strong, so imposing. Just 
looking at it, thinking about what she was going to be doing next, thinking 
about having it in her mouth again, made her mouth water. It was now or 
never she thought reaching up to take hold of his cock again but at the last 
instant she stopped.
If the idea was to make this as good as possible for him then part of that 
should probably be to make it last as long as possible, to continue to tease 
him by doing more of the things she was doing now. It wasn't as though 
kissing his nipples and his belly button had been horrible. In fact it was 
sort of okay to do and he really seemed to like it. She remembered how much 
of a turn on it was when he caressed her legs, particularly her thighs. 
Maybe she should do the same to him, maybe his legs were also sensitive, 
after all his nipples were and who'd have thought that.
Starting at his knees she dragged her fingernails up his leg.
"Ohh yeah! Wow!"
Because guys seemed to only be interested in kissing, grabbing her boobs or 
pussy, and trying to get her to hold their cocks, she'd assumed that the 
only place they were sensitive was their lips and their cocks. Apparently 
not. Apparently there were lots of places on a guy that were sensitive, just 
like she had lots of sensitive spots. Kind of neat really! For a while she 
kept playing with his thighs running either her finger nails or the pads of 
her fingers over them. It soon became apparent that the insides of his 
thighs were the most sensitive and he really liked it when she got close to 
his groin. He'd tense up and push his hips up and down, as if he was trying 
to get her fingers to touch his cock.
Richard was going crazy. On the one hand he desperately wanted her to touch 
his cock but on the other he wanted her to keep doing what she was doing 
forever because it was so wonderfully. Her tongue kept licking around and 
into his belly button as her nails played havoc on his thighs. Then finally 
her head lifted from his stomach. Yes, he thought, his whole body tensing, 
waiting and watching for the moment when her mouth would engulf his cock.
"Oh shit!"
It wasn't her mouth. With her head upside down over his cock she was using 
her hair to brush back and forth over his cock and balls and stomach, 
tickling him, pushing his excitement to levels he really hadn't imagined 
existed. It was getting so intense there was a moment when he thought he was 
going to come in her hair and then he seemed to pass beyond that. As she 
continued caressing him with her hair one hand was still working on his 
thighs while the other moved back to his chest and started toying with his 
nipples again.
"Oh shit that's so good. Oh feels so fucking good."
When she'd started this her only real thoughts, only feelings, were about 
keeping him happy so he wouldn't have a reason to hurt her. But now, after 
kissing and licking his body for so long, smelling that strange male scent 
from his groin, feeling his skin under her fingers, listening to him moaning 
because of what she was doing, after all this she was falling into a zone 
where it wasn't about him or her, it was about the moment, about the 
pleasure. Now she was ready to feel his hard cock in her mouth again, ready 
to taste him again. Still keeping her hair brushing his cock, she moved, 
repositioning herself between his legs.
For a second when she started moving he was worried that it was over but 
when he realised she was repositioning herself so she was kneeling between 
his legs, he was more than happy to spread them wide for her. This was more 
than he could ever have hoped for, more than he'd ever dreamed of and better 
than anything he'd ever read. She was treating him like... like... it didn't 
matter what really, it was just totally the best.
Kneeling between his legs like this was good. Great. It was a feeling of 
control, power and she really liked that feeling as she started running both 
hands along his thighs again, each time getting closer and closer to his 
cock and balls. For the first time since this had started she was feeling 
that she had at least some control of the situation. Teasing him like this 
was great even if she knew it couldn't last forever. As she looked down at 
his cock, so red, so hard, she knew she didn't want it to last forever 
anyway.
Richard didn't want it lasting forever! He wanted it now, wanted her mouth 
on his cock before he came from the pressure of what she was doing to his 
body. Then she peered up at him, pulling her hair to one side as she slowly 
licked her lips leaving no doubt in his mind what was coming next. The sight 
was so erotic, such a turn on, that he had to grip the sheet to stop spewing 
his come all over her face. As her eyes locked on his she lowered her head, 
mouth partly open, tongue poking out till she made contact with the head of 
his cock.
"Oh God yes!"
He was expecting her to take his cock into her mouth and start sucking but 
for the next minute she stayed there with her wet lips kissing the tip, her 
tongue rubbing against the underside, sending crazy tingles all through his 
body as she stared up at him. Finally, her eyes drifted shut and with a soft 
moan, her lips descended down his shaft, sucking him into her mouth till 
more than half his cock disappeared from view.
"Oh my God! Oh fuck that's like so fucking intense! Oh yeah, so fucking 
good!"
Now that his cock was finally in her mouth he was expecting her to suck him 
off like she'd done the last few times but it wasn't to be. For the first 
few seconds she sucked really hard but then she eased off and started 
playing with his cock with her tongue, licking all over it and moving it 
around in her mouth. He watched in awe as her cheeks on one side of her face 
and then the other bulged outwards as she pushed his cockhead against them.
For a while Janet alternated between sucking him as hard as she could and 
gently playing with his cock, pushing it around in her mouth. Then she 
decided she was ready for the next step so she carefully raised her head 
till only her lips were touching the tip of his cock. She slowly lifted her 
head up a couple more inches and it worked, they were still connected. By 
her saliva! As she squinted she could see the bubbly strands of spit 
trailing from her lips to the little hole on the top of his cock. Opening 
her lips a little more she let the rest of the saliva that had built up in 
her mouth dribble out to spread over his cockhead before she dropped her 
mouth back down over his cock, taking in as much of it as she could, sucking 
the saliva back into her mouth and swallowing it.
Now she knew she really was a slut because that had to be the dirtiest, 
nastiest, sluttiest thing she could ever do. Still, the way he groaned he 
obviously loved it and so what if it was slutty, she sort of felt proud of 
herself. Proud and she had to admit really turned on by what she was doing 
to his cock. Weird!
It was as if he was trapped... no, not trapped, cause that sounded bad. It 
was as if he'd won the starring role in an XXX rated porn movie. Never in 
his wildest dreams did he think that a girl would be doing the things that 
Janet was now doing to his cock. Not just his cock either. After doing the 
sucking, dribbling routine a couple more times she took his cock out of her 
mouth and moved down to work on his balls, licking them and taking them into 
her mouth.
They were funny things balls. To start with they weren't balls at all 
really. Until this all started she'd assumed a guy's balls were like marbles 
but they were really like footballs. Very small footballs of course. Also 
they were sort of slippery the way they moved around inside their sacks. She 
hadn't expected that either. She'd thought they be like two immovable lumps 
stuck underneath the guys cock. They were much more interesting than that 
though. You could play with them... carefully of course... like she was 
doing now!
While she was playing with his balls her hands had been caressing his 
thighs, her nails scratching back and forth along them. Now, she pushed his 
legs up in the air and ducking her head further down, started licking below 
his balls, heading to his arsehole. She still felt squeamish about licking 
him here but it hadn't hurt her yet and it was something he obviously 
expected her to do so she didn't really have a choice, not if she wanted to 
avoid him hitting her. Trying not to think about it too much she once again 
ran her tongue over the wrinkled rosette and was rewarded by another groan. 
That was the easy part though. It was the next thing that was really dodgy. 
Poking her tongue out she narrowed it as much as she could and pushing hard, 
forced it into his hole.
"Oh shit yeah!"
His legs trembled as he felt her tongue spreading his arsehole, pushing 
inside him. It was all starting to get too much. He was getting so close and 
when it happened he knew it was going to be big after such an exceptional 
buildup.
"That's so fucking amazing. Oh fuck! You are so fucking good! Oh, yeah, so 
fucking good."
Yes! It must be working she thought as she licked his arsehole one last time 
and worked her mouth back up to his balls then up his hard shaft till she 
was poised over his cock again, ready to start sucking in earnest, ready for 
the big experiment.
Eyes closed she began working her mouth up and down his hard shaft, 
corkscrewing her head around on each stroke, her tongue pressed against him 
as she sucked till her jaws started to ache. He was soon moaning 
continuously and she knew he must be close to coming, close to once again 
filling her mouth with his sperm.
She plunged down once more till his cock was as far in her mouth as she 
could get it, the head almost pushing against her throat. Easing off on her 
sucking she lifted up a bit, at the same time angling her body up in the 
air, then, swallowing as hard as she could, she lowered her head and it 
happened! She froze, suddenly to scared to move either up or down, as she 
realised that she'd actually done it and the head of his cock was in her 
throat.
"Oh god!"
For Richard it was more like time stood still. He'd had no inkling, no 
warning of what she was going to do, of what she was planning. Deep throat! 
Shit, it was happening to him, he was being deep throated. Janet Sheen's 
throat was gripping the head of his cock!
It felt like forever but was really only a few seconds before she lifted her 
head up and rested with just a couple of inches of his cock still in her 
mouth. It was possible. She was sure she would have at the very least 
spluttered and gagged, at the worst she'd been worried that she'd have 
thrown up all over him but she hadn't. She'd done it, she'd actually 
swallowed him just the way she'd read she could. He'd have to be happy with 
that, with everything she was doing. Surely he wouldn't hurt her again.
"Oh... oh fucking hell! Shit, you did it. Oh, fuck that's so fucking good."
Instinctively his hands had reached down and he was caressing her hair and 
face. At that moment he knew he loved her, knew he wanted to be with her 
forever. It had all been worth in, everything
Although she'd now done it once, it was still a scary knowing that she'd 
just had a cock lodged in her throat and she knew that if she took his cock 
out of her mouth now she'd probably wouldn't have the guts to try again. So 
she stayed there, gently sucking as she prepared to swallow him again.
The second time was easier and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth. 
She actually moved her head up and down a couple of times with it in her 
throat, massaging it till she pulled her head off again to get her breath. 
She'd read that she could breath and take him in her throat at the same time 
but she wasn't sure about that yet.
Richard hadn't been watching the first time but he sure as hell was the 
second time she took him into her throat. Even though it had only been a 
couple of days he'd started to become used to the amazing sight of half his 
cock disappearing into her mouth. Now as he watched even more of it 
disappeared. She wasn't sucking him so her cheeks didn't have that sexy 
dimpled look but watching her throat bulge as he felt his cock head push 
into it more than made up for that. This didn't even happen in most of the 
porno movies he'd downloaded but it was happening to him, here, real and 
live!
The feeling was so good. The supersensitive head of his cock was being 
gripped and massaged by her throat. Then all too soon it was over as she 
pulled back. For a moment he was horribly tempted to grip her head and jam 
her face all the way down, fucking her throat but he controlled himself. No, 
that would be wrong. What she was doing for him this morning was so amazing 
he wasn't going to spoil it like that. Oh shit! She'd done it again, going 
deeper and this time she kept his cock in her throat even longer. Soon, 
soon. It would only take a few more of these and he'd be coming.
The first time was scary - what if she choked, what if his cock got stuck, 
what if she threw up all over him? The second and third times were still a 
bit scary especially when she felt his hands on her head - what if he forced 
her to keep his cock in her throat and she couldn't breath? The next couple 
of times though she was able to take a bit of time to think about what she 
was doing. The gag reflex she'd read about didn't seem to be a problem for 
her. And she could keep him in her throat longer than a couple of seconds 
which made sense. She guessed she could keep him there as long as she could 
hold her breath. And moving up and down on his cock while it was in her 
throat was also easy and she could tell that he loved that.
It was on the sixth plunge that she got a surprise. Up till now she'd had 
her eyes closed but something tickled her lips and her eyes sprang open. His 
hair! She was staring into his pubic hair and she had so much of his cock in 
her mouth that the tips of his pubes were now against her lips. This time as 
she lifted her head up she kept her eyes open, watching as his shiny wet 
shaft came out of her mouth.
She came all the way up till her lips were just kissing his cockhead then 
she moved up a couple of inches, letting her saliva keep then connected, 
dribbling it down onto his cock. Then, keeping her eyes open, she enveloped 
his cock again, travelling down, swallowing as it reached her throat, 
continuing down, past the tickling hairs till her lips were pressed into his 
pubes and she'd taken every inch of him into her mouth and throat.
That was it for Richard. His body started trembling uncontrollably, his 
finger tightened in her hair and he cried out as the pulses of his orgasm 
blasted through his body.
"Oh yeah! Yes, all the way! Oh fuck! Fuck! Coming!!"
When she felt his grip on her head tightening she figured it must be time 
for him to come. She tried to pull back but his hold was too tight. There 
was a moment of panic as she was worried about drowning if he came in her 
throat, then it was too late as she felt his cock expand, felt the first 
spurt of come travelling down his cock. It felt like the head of his cock 
expanded in her throat then nothing. Of course she wasn't going to drown, it 
was filling her stomach, not her lungs. She calmed herself as more come 
flowed down his cock and he pushed his body up against her mouth, cry out 
with each spurt.
Finally with one last jab of his hips he relaxed, releasing his grip on her 
head. She slowly lifted her head up, till his cock was out of her throat and 
she was able to breath again. A few dribbles of come came out as she kept 
sucking and she swirled them around in her mouth before swallowing them. 
Strange. She'd almost been looking forward to having another mouth full of 
his come to taste and swallow but if he came in her throat she didn't really 
get that. Which of course she reminded herself she didn't really want to do. 
She was only doing all this to keep him happy. It wasn't as if she actually 
liked doing any of this.
It seemed to take a long time before he returned to earth... minutes, hours, 
years, he wasn't really didn't know. He finally became aware that she was 
still between his legs, still sucking on his cock but he wanted her with him 
now, not servicing him. He eased her head off his cock, pulling her up over 
his body till she was lying on top of him, her wonderful boobs pressing into 
his chest, her face above his, his cock now trapped between her thighs. 
There was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to tell her. Soon, 
soon he wouldn't be able to stop himself and he knew he'd tell her 
everything he was feeling.
"Thank you. That was the most amazing thing. Just..."
Lifting his head up his lips met hers and they kissed.

[continued in part 3/3]

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