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A New Life
Part 1
Funny how adaptable humans are. Your whole world can be turned topsy turvy and
inside out and after a few months it all seems natural somehow. I'm 36 years old
with a Master's Degree in Electrical Engineering. I hold a patent and am a self-
employed consultant to several medium sized companies.
About a half-hour ago I was stripped naked and spanked. I'm sitting here nude at
a computer, self-conscious as hell, with a painful hard-on and an ice cube
wedged up my ass while my beautiful young mistress and her friend are in the
next room eating chips and watching music videos. In an hour they will both read
what I've typed so far and if they don't approve of it I will be punished
severely. It's almost hard to imagine that I'm the same person who occupied my
body just a few months ago...
Six months ago I was married to a wonderful girl and had a five year old
daughter. We weren't rich but I made a pretty decent living consulting and we
had a comfortable home in New Mexico. Our home life was pretty normal, I think.
My wife and I made love once or twice a week and most of our activities revolved
around our daughter, Angela.
I never had the courage to talk to my wife about my interest in B&D. It's not
that she wouldn't understand, it's just that I was ashamed to tell her, so I
kept it to myself. I bought pornography and read it in secrecy. I couldn't keep
it around the house so I devoured the stories and pictures with my eyes and
discarded the material. I would be able to recall the images and words and use
them to fuel my fantasies whenever I needed them. The frightening thing was that
I was needing them more and more often.
My fantasies began as fairly normal `tie 'em up' stuff. I imagined myself
kidnapped by beautiful women, tied up and physically abused. As time went by,
however, my fantasies had to become more and more involved in order for me to
get off. They began taking a darker turn and the abuse I dreamed of turned into
humiliations and sexual torments. I began craving the most depraved treatment
imaginable, and as the fantasies became even darker it became more apparent that
I would never be able to discuss them with my wife. I felt trapped.
There are a couple of companies that I do work for on a fairly regular basis,
so I get to know some of the people. One day about six months ago one of the
guys at a company I do work for asked me if I wanted to stop off at a Happy
Hour before going home. I'm not a big drinker but I thought it couldn't hurt,
so I accepted.
While we were there, enjoying the free food and listening to the music, a couple
of secretaries that we both knew saw us and walked over to talk. The guy I was
with was single and he asked one of the girls if she wanted to dance. She
accepted and that left me alone with Jeannie.
Jeannie was a real fox! She was about 5'8" or so, with light brown hair. She had
a short skirt on that displayed her long luscious legs. I tried my best to be
suave and not oggle her but I couldn't help but glance down at her legs every so
often. She noticed me doing it, I guess, and said "Is there something wrong with
my dress?"
"Ahh, no. Nothing..." I coughed.
"Well I notice you keep looking down at it, I was afraid there might be
something wrong", she teased.
"No... I wasn't. I mean, well... sorry."
I knew I had to be blushing but she smiled at me as if to say she understood and
appreciated the attention. I sighed and shook my head a little, smiling myself.
I knew I'd been caught but, what the hell, if she didn't want me looking at her
she wouldn't dress that way. We talked shop a little and eventually the
conversation drifted to other people we knew, what we did outside for
entertainment, and more social things. My friend had disappeared with the other
girl and I hardly even noticed he was gone.
I'm not used to drinking so after a few glasses of wine I began to loosen up
quite a bit. I was reliving my single days and enjoyed the attention that this
young girl was showing me. I kind of showed off a little, probably acted a bit
like a jerk, but I was having a ball, and she seemed to enjoy my company.
I made a few off-color jokes and sexual double-entendres and she giggled and
told me I was a naughty boy. I remember her words exactly:
"Ooooh, you're a naughty boy! You keep talking like that and I may have to take
a hairbrush to you!" She giggled and raised her drink to her lips but I noticed
she was staring right at me. My whole body stiffened a bit and before I could
stop myself I gulped a little. I didn't want her to realize how her words had
affected me but when I picked up my glass my hand started trembling. I was
mortified! I put the glass down as quickly as I could and tried to act
nonchalant.
"That really got to you, didn't it?" she chided me.
"Well, it's an interesting threat" I quipped back. "I can certainly think of
many worse ways to go!" I tried to turn it into a joke, but she had me hooked
and she wouldn't back off.
"Watch out for me" she winked. "I may be young but I've got sharp claws and
teeth. I see you still keep looking at my legs. Don't deny it. It's okay. I
think you're pretty cute." She licked her lips teasingly and asked me if I
thought the place was getting a little noisy."
"Uh.... I'm married. I'd a... well..."
"I didn't ask you if you were married. I asked if you thought it was getting a
little noisy in here. And crowded. My, you certainly do have some naughty
thoughts rolling around in your head! I thought you might like to just stop by
my place for one last drink and some more quiet conversation."
There it was. There was no mistaking the offer. I absolutely should have just
thanked her and gone home, but I was horny as hell. She was gorgeous, about 24
years old. She could have any man in the place... and she wanted me! And she
said I was naughty. That one phrase got my penis itching and twitching. I had
had more drinks than I should have and was loose as a goose. I figured that if I
said no now, I'd never ever have another chance like this. Never.
"Sure. Why not? I'd kinda like that."
I paid for our drinks with shaking hands. Jeannie turned to walk out and I had a
rock hard erection as I followed her. Her back was sleek and her hips and legs
flowed as she confidently strode towards the door. Her thighs were fantastic! I
gulped as we exited the place and she turned to look at me. She had a way of
smiling that looked like laughing. Her eyes were bright and I was shaking like a
leaf. She pointed out her car and told me to get in mine and follow her.
We drove for about a half hour before she turned the car into the driveway of a
small white house. I remember telling her I was surprised that a single young
girl like herself wouldn't have an apartment closer to town. She said that she
liked her privacy and thought that apartments were nothing more than little
boxes where people were stored. She had been renting this house for over a year
and she was willing to make the 40 minute drive each way to work.
I was beginning to worry about the time so I asked her if she minded if I used
her phone. She chuckled knowingly and said "sure". I picked up the phone and
punched in my home phone number.
"Hi honey, it's me. I'm afraid I'm gonna be pretty late tonight. We got
ourselves into a bit of a jam and I can't leave until we've figured a way around
it. No, I ate something from the machine. I will. Kiss Angela for me. Bye, hon."
When I hung up the phone Jeannie walked back into the room. She had a cigarette
in one hand.
"You do that very well. Lie, I mean. Don't feel bad. I understand. I'm attracted
to naughty little boys. Don't lie to me, though, or I'll whip your ass."
I was stunned at her blatant comment. On one hand I was shocked, but on the
other hand we both knew why I had come with her... Both knew what had attracted
me. She was gorgeous, but in addition to that there was the chance that I might
get an opportunity to live one of my fantasies. She might be just teasing me,
leading me on, but I was compelled to take the chance.
We sat and talked for awhile. She smoked but neither of us had another drink.
She was fencing with me. Teasing me with suggestions of punishments. I parried
humorously, but we both saw the trembling in my hands and knees.
We talked about all kinds of things, our likes and dislikes, what we wanted
from life. Finally she came right out and told me that she was naturally
dominant and that any man who wanted her would have to accept that. I coughed
and said I understood how she felt. I swallowed and got ready for the big step.
I told her that I was naturally submissive. Her eyebrows lifted and she had a
wry smile on her face.
"I thought so" she said. "Something about your eyes when we were talking back
at the bar."
I blushed, but now that it was out in the open I began to tell her of my
fantasies and desires. She held my gaze with rapt attention. It seemed I
couldn't stop talking. My secret had been pent up inside of me for so long and
it felt so good to finally let it out. To tell someone who understood!
She crossed her legs and stared into my eyes as I told her about my darkest
desires. The humiliations and degradations I craved. Her dress was way up on her
thighs and she dangled her shoe on her toes as she teased me and made me
continue with my confession.
When I was through she just sat there. She didn't say a word for at least a
minute, then she crushed out her cigarette in the ashtray and stood up.
"I'm glad you told me the truth, slave, because if you had lied I would have
known it and fucked you over good."
`Slave!' She had called me slave! I didn't know what to do. This was like some
sort of a dream. Without knowing why, I slipped to the carpeted floor on my
knees and looked down. I heard her laugh cruelly.
"So that's it, huh? You just pour your guts out then drop to your knees and I'm
supposed to make everything feel good, huh? Well, it doesn't work that way. I
told you I was dominant. That means it's MY pleasure, my fun that I'm looking
out for. I'm not a prostitute. You don't throw me a few bucks and I whip your
ass and send you home. Oh nooooo! If you want me then it's by MY rules."
"Y-yes... Mistress." I gulped.
"Don't call me `Mistress'. I hate that. It makes it sound like I'm acting out
some kind of a play for your amusement. I'm not. My name is `Jeannie'.
"Yes, Jeannie. I'm sorry."
"And when you answer my questions, say "Yes m'am, or No m'am". It shows respect.
"Yes, m'am." I knelt there trembling. I raised my eyes and looked up at her. As
beautiful as she was before, she somehow seemed even more beautiful. So full of
self-confidence for one so young. She had me trembling at her feet and she
looked down with amusement at
me. She raised one of her legs and stuck her shoe in my chest.
"Kiss it, slave. Kiss my foot."
I caressed that shapely leg and held it dearly. I gently kissed her shin once,
twice, three times. I massaged her calf as I continued kissing her leg,
working my way down to her high heeled shoe. I was nearly crying with lust but
through it all I could hear her chuckling. I was making her happy! Maybe she'd
let me stay!
"You're not very good at that, you know."
"I'm sorry m'am. I'll do better. I promise."
"Damn right you will. You'll get better with practice. I expect to make a first
class licker out of you. Lot's of practice you'll get.... heheheh. Your tongue
will be my perfect little slave!"
"Yes m'am" I answered in between licks.
"There's something wrong with this picture. I know! It's the way you're dressed.
You've got too many clothes on and that's bad. I like my men bare. Take off all
your clothes, and I mean EVERYTHING!
Let's see. I'll give you... one minute. In exactly 60 seconds you're to be
completely naked, and I want you kneeling facing that wall with your knees
spread and your nose touching the rug. If you take one second longer you'll be
out that door carrying your clothes and you'll never come back. Do you
understand?"
"Yes m'am" I answered. My heart was pounding. This was it! It was really
happening. Could I go through with it? If I chickened out now I knew I'd spend
the rest of my life reading magazines and jacking off and remembering the time I
had a shot at it and blew
mf.
She held her wrist up and looked at her watch. "OK, 60 seconds,
starting....now!"
I sat on the floor and kicked off my shoes while my fingers tugged my tie off
and began working on my shirt buttons. I paused to tug off both of my socks then
resumed unbuttoning my shirt. Finally I pulled my arms out of the sleeves and
dropped it to the floor. I undid my belt and opened my pants, lifting my ass off
the floor as I pushed them down to my ankles. I lost a little time pulling them
off my feet. I felt I could make it but I didn't want to take any chances. Damn!
I managed to get the pants off, turning one of the pant legs inside out in the
process. I was left in my tee-shirt and jockey shorts.
"Fifteen seconds left... don't dawdle!"
I pulled the tee shirt over my head and yanked my arms out of the sleeves. That
must have taken a good five seconds. I hesitated as I hooked my thumbs into the
waistband of my jockey shorts. This was
mg. This was the big step. Did I have the guts to do it? I didn't have any time
to think about it, I pushed the underpants down around my thighs. I felt
cool air on me as I pulled my knees back and tugged the underwear off my
ankles. I was almost out of time! In a panic I rolled over facing the wall.
I got on my knees and lowered my head so that my nose was touching the
carpet. My ass was way up in the air! Just as Jeannie called "Time!" I
remembered to spread my knees wide.
I was breathing heavily. I made it! I was crouched down on my arms and knees
with my bare ass up in the air and spread wide before this young secretary, and
I was thankful I had made it! I felt so perverse, so ashamed of myself. I wanted
to jump up and pull my clothes back on and tell her it was all a mistake. How
would I ever face her again in the office?
"Well, you look pretty good like that! I think I'll keep you that way. What do
you think? Do you think some of the other girls at work might like to see you
this way? I'll bet they would! We'll see about that later... In the meantime,
you've disappointed me very much. Do you know why?"
"N-no m'am"
"I told you to take off everything, didn't I?"
"Yes, m'am"
"Well, what's that on your wrist, and on your finger?"
I gasped! In my haste I had forgotten my watch, and my wedding band!
"I-I'm sorry, M'am! I'm sorry!" I pleaded as I pulled off my watch. I struggled
a little with the gold band on my finger, but I managed to get it off and placed
both on the floor beside me. I then quickly put my nose back on the floor and
spread my knees as wide as I possibly could! I could almost feel my anus
stretched open and my balls hung freely between my thighs. I was terrified that
I had blown it!
"I'm not going to make you leave because this was your first mistake. But you
fucked up!"
"Y'es m'am. I'm sorry m'am!" I pleaded.
"You can stay but you're going to have to learn to obey me better. The next time
I tell you I want you completely naked, I want you COMPLETELY naked! Not nearly
naked. Not almost naked. I want you bare! No matter where you are, no matter who
else is there. I want you bare with your nose to the floor and your ass spread
wide! I may want to show you to someone and I don't want you embarrassing me in
front of my friends. After all, they may be your friends too. You do want to
show them how well you've been trained don't you?" She giggled mischievously.
She knew she was twisting my guts with what she was saying.
"Please m'am! Don't show me like this to anybody! I'd die!"
"You just worry about behaving and keeping that naughty little ass of yours
spread open for me. I'm going to punish you for your mistake. I'm going to spank
that little ass of yours and turn it red. And I want you wiggling it and
thanking me the whole time, do you understand?"
"Y'es m'am, thank you m'am!"
I felt her fingertips on my back, lightly touching me. I trembled but held
position. I felt my asscheeks clenching as I waited for the first blow. Finally
I felt a little movement of air and the next thing I knew the palm of her hand
had cracked hard against my left asscheek.
"Ouch!" I jumped a little. It really hurt! I had never been spanked before so I
had no idea it would hurt as much as it did. But it burned!
"Owww! Owww! Owwwwwww!" Three more slaps in quick succession had me shifting my
weight on my knees. It wasn't supposed to hurt this much, was it? This was for
disobedient children. Surely a grown man would feel nothing more than a little
discomfort. But I was wrong! It hurt like hell!
Jeannie continued spanking me while I squirmed and tried my best to hold my
ass in position. Several spanks in a row on the same spot had tears rolling
down my face!
"Don't be such a big baby. You want a diaper? Is that what the big baby wants?"
"No, m'am" I sniffed. I was mortified to realize that my penis was hard as a
rock. The way I was positioned it was easy for Jeannie to see how aroused I was
by her punishment.
"Wait here, just like that. Don't move a muscle."
I was grateful for the relief. My ass was on fire! My dick was twitching,
and I'd never felt more humiliated, or more horny, in my life! This was soon
to change...
A couple of minutes later she came back into the room and fumbled near the
end table.
"Keep your head down and your nose to the rug, boy, or I'll whip the hide
right off you!"
I obeyed. My knees were shaking and I was still blinking tears away. Finally she
came back to me and started fondling my ass. She squeezed the tender cheeks in
her fingers and pulled them wide apart. She then moistened a finger and stuck it
right on my sensitive asshole! I thought I would go berserk from the sensation.
She lightly patted my asshole with her finger, laughing and telling me how it
was opening and closing. She didn't have to tell me, I could feel it! She
taunted me about what a naughty little ass I had and told me to beg her for
another spanking.
I was so hot that my dick hurt. I pleaded like a whore for her to spank me. I
wiggled my ass and cried into the rug. I bared my soul to her! I told her I
loved her and that I would always be her slave. I begged her to tie me up, to
whip me, to use me for her pleasure.
She told me to look back at her and continue begging. She said she loved to hear
men beg. I lifted my head slightly and looked back. She was still wearing the
same dress she was in at the bar, and she was smiling from ear to ear. I gazed
in her eyes and proclaimed my undying devotion to her. I begged her some more to
spank me and even wiggled my ass at her. I was gone! Like a maniac, I was
completely out of control. My brain had been switched off and my body was being
directed solely by my gonads. It was then that I noticed the video camera on the
end table, pointing directly at me! I froze in mid squirm.
"Smile, honey. You're on candid camera!" she giggled.
"No, turn it off! It wasn't on, was it?" I panicked. I started to get up but she
slapped my ass so hard I nearly fell over. Then she grabbed my ear and put her
lips right to it, whispering menacingly:
"Yeah, it was on. Congratulations, you're a movie star. Don't even THINK about
doing anything foolish, boy. For one thing, you may think you're stronger than I
am, but I've been studying Karate since I was fourteen years old. I have a black
belt and I PROMISE you that I could hold you here until the police arrived."
"You were so busy looking at my ass when we walked out of the bar that you
didn't notice that Jim and Denise both saw us leave together. Even if you could
get the camera and get away, which I'm sure you couldn't, the police would be
looking for you. I'd tell them you raped me. You'd be ruined. What would your
wife say when they came to arrest you? You could swear you never touched me, but
I'll have torn clothes and bruises on my body. The people who saw us leave
together will certainly testify. And you a married man, too! Shame!" Jeannie
laughed and snorted.
"Get out, slave!" she yelled at me. Pick up your clothes and CRAWL out of here
on your hands and your knees. Crawl to your car and get in. Then put your
clothes on and drive home to your wife. I'll call you when I want you again."
I was devastated. What had I done to myself? She was right, of course. I could
try overpowering her but either way I'd be fucked. My only hope was that she'd
be discreet. That's it! It would be our special thing. It's what I'd always
dreamed about. No matter what else I was feeling there was no denying how hard
my cock was or the sensual pleasure I had felt while being forced to degrade
myself in front of this young woman.
I grabbed my clothes in my hands and crawled naked towards the door. Jeannie had
the video camera in her hands and was moving it to follow me as I knelt in front
of the door, like a dog waiting to be let out. I hesitated only a moment then
reached up and turned the knob. I swung the door inward and proceeded to crawl
out onto the porch. It was a warm dark night and I prayed that nobody would be
able to see me as I crawled over the grass and up to my car. I reached up and
opened the door, then stood up and quickly sat down in the driver's seat. I took
the keys from my rumpled up pants pocket and started the car. As I backed out of
the driveway I saw Jeannie standing in her doorway still pointing the camera at
me. I drove about a block then pulled over to the side. Quickly I pulled my
clothes back on. The last thing I needed was to be stopped by a cop!
After I was dressed I drove the 45 minutes to my home. When I walked into the
house I heard the TV on and my wife called to me:
"Did you get that problem solved at work, honey?"
"Yes, dear. I fixed things just great."
She came over and kissed me on the lips. I looked like a wreck.
"Why don't you take a nice hot shower and get into bed. You look beat."
"I look beat?" I shook my head a little and started up the stairs. "If only
you knew..."
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