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   MRWADE.236 By Master Wade

   The Training of Melissa

   Chapter Seven

   Don was pleased with the progress that Melissa had made in her

   training thus far.  She had learned the positions, commands and

   responses quickly, and had eagerly and happily complied with his

   clothing requirements.  Her sexual responsiveness had increased

   beautifully, just as he had expected that it would, and the

   barriers which would have otherwise kept her fantasies a secret to

   him were breaking down almost daily.

   Bondage and discipline was something which Don had not

   addressed with Melissa yet.  She had required very little

   discipline, actually, always being eager to do that which he

   requested of her.  And while Don was certain that she would respond

   to bondage and even some of the discipline, he wasn't in any hurry

   to include that in their relationship.  It wasn't as if he were

   training her during some limited period for someone else.  With any

   luck, they would have a lifetime to cover it all.

   Don had noticed that Melissa had some rather strong

   masochistic instincts.  She dearly loved having her nipples pinched

   hard, and while Don hadn't tried anything like clips or clothespins

   on her yet, he was confident that she would respond well to them.

   He looked forward to spanking her, and was a bit surprised at

   himself for not having done that yet.  She certainly had the ass

   for it...the kind of ass that almost begged to be spanked and which

   would look absolutely wonderful draped across his lap.  He had a

   feeling that when S/M was broached in a more serious manner with

   Melissa that she would take to it beautifully, but for the time

   being, he was more than content to wait until she had been exposed

   to a bit of bondage and discipline before getting into that.



   Melissa could not have been more pleased or more excited.  She

   loved the changes that she felt occuring in herself.  She felt so

   powerfully attractive and desirable, a product of Don's desire for

   her and the new way that others seem to see her.  She felt, and

   indeed believed deeply, that she could have anything she wanted

   sexually now.  Believing that was a very powerful aphrodesiac in

   itself, and the fact that it had most likely always been true did

   not change her feelings.  Don had allowed her to feel empowered,

   where she never felt that way in the past.

   Melissa thought it was ironic that in surrendering the control

   of her sexuality to another she had found power to have all that

   she had ever wanted.  She remembered her college psychology

   professor saying that control was the very antithesis of love, and

   while she understood the point he was making, she was now very much

   aware that there was a huge difference in control which was taken

   away from someone and control which was freely surrendered in love.

   Certainly Melissa had never felt more loved or more free, even

   though she knew to the depth of her being that she had never been

   more possessed or controlled by another person.

   And now, unexpectedly, after years of fantasizing and

   considering the posibilities of becoming sexually involved with her

   younger sister, her Master was about to make that become a reality

   for her as well.  Melissa had no doubts that he would be able to

   make it happen.  She had always felt that Liz would be receptive to

   it.  In fact, she had often interpreted some of Liz's remarks and

   actions as invitations to become involved, but her status as the

   older sister had always made Melissa reluctant to allow herself the

   freedom to follow up on it.

   Liz had made no secret of her involvement with her current

   roommate, a cute girl her own age.  They seemed to have a rather

   cavalier approach toward their relationship, not being partiularly

   in love with each other, but simply enjoying the sex that they

   shared with a kind of "take it or leave it" attitude.  Liz seemed

   to feel that way about sex in general, actually, and Melissa

   wondered if she would feel the same way if she ever had a

   relationship with someone like Don.  She couldn't imagine that

   being the case, and she hoped, for Liz's sake, that she would

   someday know what that was like.

   Melissa shuddered slightly as she remembered Don's words: "It

   IS your sister." She had felt sure that he was going to suggest

   the woman whom he had dated before...Ann, that was her name.  And

   even when he had said the word Liz, Melissa had not considered that

   he might have really meant HER Liz.

   Now it was Monday, only a few days now until Liz would arrive.

   Don had worked her dilligently all weekend, keeping her wet and

   hot, showing her the movies, bringing up Liz's name in conversation

   both during and before and after sex, an almost constant and steady

   barrage of innuendo and direct comment about the two of them being

   together.  Melissa had loved it all.  It was a technique that Don

   used frequently and one which she adored.  He focused on one

   particular thing and kept her well-fed with mental and physical

   stimulation on that one subject.  It was almost as if he could tell

   when her mind was about to stray from that subject to something

   else, choosing at that very moment to put her back on course, to

   keep her pussy from drying up, even for a moment.

   "Now, you know your sister better than I do, so you tell me if

   I'm wrong about this," he said to her as they discussed the coming

   weekend, "but I think we'll just conduct ourselves as if she isn't

   there, at least as far as your clothing requirements are concerned.

   I'll soft-peddle the commands and so forth at first, waiting until

   she is a bit more comfortable with our relationship.  But I think

   it will be good for her to see you in the clothes (or lack of them)

   that I like for you to wear.  She surely will enjoy seeing you that

   way, and if she has any desire for you sexually, which it sounds as

   if she might, seeing you that way will only increase her desire."

   "That sounds good to me, Master," Melissa had replied.  "It

   will be exciting to dress that way around her, knowing that I'm

   seducing her in the process.  And besides, it may make her feel a

   bit more free in her clothing choices, and we'd both enjoy that,

   I'm sure."

   Don had smiled.  "I'm glad that you're not threatened by my

   enjoyment of her looks.  She is a beautiful young girl."

   "Of course I'm not threatened.  I've never felt more wanted or

   more desirable in my life, and it certainly won't bother me to know

   that you find Liz desirable.  As a matter of fact, I find the idea

   of you making it with her very exciting, and I hope you will be

   able to do that.  I'll help any way I can, if you would like that."

   "Well, we don't know if Liz is going to find me attractive or

   not, so that may be something we can't do much about.  And I

   haven't met her yet either, for that matter.  But we'll see what

   happens.  I must admit, it's an idea that is exciting to me.  I've

   never made it with a girl and her sister before."

   "And the good part, Master, is that if it does work out, and

   if our relationship lasts as long as we both hope it will, it would

   be a relationship that would always be there.  Whenever your

   sister-in-law visited you could fuck her, or watch her with your

   wife, or both.  She could even live with us and no one would think

   anything of it.  Sisters often do that, you know...live with their

   sister and her husband.  They'd never suspect that she was letting

   us do it with her."

   "I do like the way your mind works, you sweet little slut,"

   Don said, pulling her garter strap away from her thigh and letting

   it snap against her white skin.

   "Well, you're turning me into a very naughty girl, Master,"

   she said, smiling.  "And I love it.  Seems like I think about sex

   all the time anymore.  You know, the other day we had a staff

   meeting in the conference room.  They had pushed the conference

   table back against the east wall of the room, because they were

   going to serve lunch in that room for us after the meeting.

   Anyway, all the chairs were set in a circle in the room, and I was

   wearing that linen suit that you bought for me a few weeks ago.

   The off-white colored one, you know?  Anyway, it fits really nicely

   and is just the right length, and when I sat down and crossed my

   legs it was like that ad on television...the one that says, "When

   E.F.  Hutton speaks, everyone listens"...you know the one?  It was

   like the whole room just sort of froze in time, with everyone

   watching me cross my legs.  And I don't mean just the men, either.

   I guess about two thirds of my thighs were exposed, something like

   that, at least along the sides of my legs, and I could positively

   FEEL my body being caressed by their gazes!  It was marvelous!  One

   of the nicest and best feelings I've felt in a long time.  I took

   advantage of the situation, and crossed and uncrossed my legs as

   often as I could without it being too obvious.  When the meeting

   was over I had to go to the ladies room and masturbate, it was just

   that exciting for me."

   "Mmmmm...you are definitely an exciting woman, my little show

   off," Don said, playing with her stocking covered leg.

   "Well, nothing like that would have happened to me six months

   ago, Master.  And you're responsible for it, and I love it."

   "None of these guys at work have made passes at you yet?", Don

   asked.

   "Well, yes, and I'm glad you asked me.  I haven't known

   whether I was supposed to tell you when that happens or not.  I

   wouldn't want anything to hurt you, because as much as I enjoy

   showing off and turning on other people, none of them can hold a

   candle to you."

   "I like to hear about it.  Not because I feel threatened by

   it, but simply because it's exciting, and because it makes me

   appreciate you even more."

   "Okay, then I'll tell you from now on.  If it happens again,

   that is.  And I guess it will." Melissa paused to laugh gently,

   blushing slightly.  "After that staff meeting, and after I'd been

   to the bathroom, I got a call on my office phone.  It was Jeff

   Wilson, one of the accountants who had been at the meeting.  He

   said that he hoped I would not mind his calling me, but that he

   just wanted to tell me that he had never seen anything more

   beautiful or erotic than the sight of me sitting across from him in

   that meeting.  He said that I had wonderful taste in clothes, and

   that he would love to see me sometime after work."

   Don smiled.  "And what did you say to that?"

   "Well, Jeff is married, of course...they all are, even if they

   don't act like it sometimes.  I've seen his wife before, and she's

   quite attractive herself.  Has a nice pair of legs, too.  Anyway,

   I told him that he was really sweet and that I appreciated his

   calling me, but that I was involved with someone at the moment.  So

   then he said that he was married too, but that surely we could find

   a little time to spend together.  He was persistent, I guess, huh?

   Anyway, I said, look, Jeff, I know you're a leg man from way back,

   and I love the way you look at my legs.  It doesn't bother me at

   all, and I may even flirt with you with them a little if you want,

   now that I know how much you enjoy them.  But unless you want to

   talk it over with your wife, and see if she would mind joining us

   for dinner some night, then I think it best we not see each other

   after work."

   Don chuckled.  "I like that.  What did he say to that?"

   "He said that would defeat the whole idea, but that he

   understood my feelings.  I guess he either didn't have enough

   imagination to suppose that I might have been thinking of a

   threesome with his wife, or she's not the type to be receptive to

   anything like that, since he didn't lead the conversation in that

   direction.  I guess he was looking for a little sex on the side."

   "Well, one can't blame him too much for that, considering the

   attraction.  Is he someone you'd like to fuck?"

   Melissa laughed softly.  "How precious it is to be asked that

   question.  Not many men would ask it, unless they were trying to

   provoke a fight.  He's attractive, and I suppose if I'd never met

   you and if he were single I would have taken him up on his

   proposal."

   "Well, that's good.  It's always nicer when someone hits on

   you that you would consider making it with.  And it sounds like you

   handled it well.  Will things be awkward for you at work with him

   now?"

   "Oh no, not at all.  I guess I've felt a bit of tension

   between us for quite some time, anyway, and now that we've talked

   about it maybe we can both relax and enjoy the attraction.  You

   don't object to my teasing him a bit sometimes?"

   "No, Melissa, not at all.  The only thing I ask is that you

   come to me for permission before you agree to do anything more than

   that with anyone.  I can't say that I would allow more, or that I

   wouldn't, but I will certainly hear you out and be fair about it.

   And I like hearing you talk about teasing guys like that, so be

   sure to tell me about those times too."

   Melissa laid her head on Don's shoulder and hugged him

   tightly.

   "I love you so much, Master.  And I feel so protected and so

   wanted.  I love you sooooo much!"

   "I love you too, little piece.  But at this very moment, I

   have a desire to see you with your legs apart.  Lay back against

   that end of the couch and open your legs for me."

   Melissa smiled and moved toward the other end of the couch.

   Turning to face Don and swinging her legs up onto the couch, she

   let them fall open sensuously.  The red high-heels that she wore

   were together, just beside Don's leg, and the black stockinged

   legs, which it seemed so many people found it hard to take their

   eyes off of, formed a widening V back to her knees, whether they

   reversed their angle to flow back into the V of her panty covered

   crotch.  There was a slightly dark stain in the crotch of the white

   panties, evidence of her arousal.

   "Good.  Now pinch your nipples for me," Don said, standing and

   sliding out of his clothes.

   Melissa moved her hands to her breasts.  Don loved her hands.

   Her fingers were slim and long, and she kept her nails perfect at

   all times.  Now they wore red polish, to match the shoes and the

   lipstick, and the contrast between them and the white skin of her

   naked breasts was beautiful.  Don watched as she took the nipples

   between her thumbs and forefingers and began pinching them,

   twisting them slightly as she did so.  Her lips pursed slightly and

   her eyes closed and re-opened.

   Don sat back down on the couch, this time turned so that he

   was facing Melissa, his feet on the couch, his hand stroking his

   cock as he watched her.

   "If they could only see you now," he said, smiling at her.

   "You like to be watched, don't you, little slut?"

   "Yes, Master.  You know I do.  Do you like what you see?" Her

   eyes were heavy and her voice thick.  Don thought about getting her

   drunk again.  She was a good drunk, not a sloppy one or a mean one.

   Drinking only seemed to make her hotter and more eager to do nasty

   things.  But it was even better when she was stone sober and did

   nasty things.

   "I love what I see.  Put one foot on the floor and the other

   leg on the back of the couch.  Spread open wide for me."

   Melissa moved her right leg off the couch, placing her foot

   flat on the floor next to it.  Then she raised her left leg,

   purposely higher than necessary, knowing that Don would enjoy

   seeing it raised and being able to look along the full length of

   it, and lay it along the back of the couch.  It was a lewd

   position, and she knew it.  She gazed into his eyes.

   "That's nice, little leg show girl.  I like you when you're

   spread open wide.  Wide enough to drive a truck through.  Wide

   enough for anyone to be able to get to your little snatch.  My

   little leg spread girl." He stroked his cock steadily now.  It was

   hard and already he could feel a tingling in his balls.

   Don slid his naked foot along the couch, letting it graze the

   inside of Melissa's stockinged calf and then her naked thigh.  He

   pressed his toes against the crotch of her panties, rubbing her

   slit through the damp fabric with his big toe.  He liked the look

   of it, his manly foot against her oh so feminine crotch, her legs

   so widely and lewdly spread apart, her red fingernails working at

   her stone hard nipples.

   "That feels good," Melissa said, her voice trembling slightly.

   "It looks good too.  You look good with a foot at your

   crotch."

   Melissa moaned softly and momentarily laid her head back,

   opening her mouth and breathing heavily.  Then she raised it once

   more, her eyes locking onto Don's.

   "I knew a dominant woman once who liked for submissive bi's to

   send her their high-heels.  She'd masturbate with them, fucking

   herself with the heels.  Then she would autograph them on the sole

   or inside the shoe, very discretely, and send them back to the

   girl, with her cunt juices all over the heels.  She got off on

   that."

   Melissa didn't say anything, but Don felt her moving her ass

   slightly, pushing back against his toes.

   "Perhaps I'll fuck you with high-heels sometime, just for fun.

   I can fuck you with anything I like, you know.  Anything."

   "Yes, Master, I know," she said.  "I love for you to fuck me."

   Don stared at his toes rubbing her pantied crotch.  He

   couldn't believe how hot it was to do this simple little thing.  To

   watch her and to touch her with only his toes.

   Melissa noticed his increasing arousal, and releasing her

   right nipple, moved her hand to her panties and pulled them back

   away from her slit, uncovering and exposing her wet sex to his gaze

   and his foot.

   Don felt a jolt of excitement run through him as he felt his

   toes touching her wet pussy.  Her actions were her own, not

   something he had asked her to do.  She wanted his toes to touch her

   there.

   Don turned his foot sideways and rubbed at Melissa's naked

   clitoris with his big toe.  Melissa used her fingers to pull the

   lips of her pussy back, inviting him to slide his toe downward into

   the pink wetness of her slit.  Don angled his foot downward,

   letting his big toe and the toe next to it move between her wet

   lips.  He sought for and found the center of her opening and pushed

   toward it with his toes, feeling them find their way inside his

   darling little slave girl.

   When Don's big toe slid into her sex, Melissa moaned hotly and

   closed her eyes again, savoring the moment.  She felt him push at

   her, willing his toes to go in further.  Then he pulled back

   slightly and pushed inward again.  He was fucking her with his big

   toe, and the thought of it was more powerfully erotic than she had

   ever imagined it would be.  She felt herself grow wetter, and she

   purposely angled her body a bit differently in cooperation, making

   it easier for him to do whatever he wanted to do to her with his

   foot.  She suddenly wondered how much of it he could put inside

   her, and the naughtiness of even wondering such a thing made her

   even hotter.

   "No one has ever foot fucked me before, Master," she said,

   rubbing his ankle with her hand.

   "But you should be foot fucked, Melissa," he responded, his

   hand moving more quickly on his cock.

   "Yes, I think so too, Master," she said, taking hold of his

   ankle and pulling it toward herself.

   "So you want it, do you?", he asked, his voice thick with

   lust.

   "Yes, Master.  I do want it."

   "You want to be foot fucked?  Say it!"

   "I want to be foot fucked, Master," Melissa said, her grip

   tightening on his ankle.

   "Yes, of course you do...my little foot fucking slave

   girl...my horny little exhibitionist pussy eating slave girl sex

   slave slut piece!"

   He was jabbing his foot at her sex now, and Melissa was

   pulling on his ankle hard, helping him, pulling at his leg,

   hunching at his foot, at his hard toes, her clit now grinding

   itself against the top of his foot.  His big toe, and the next

   three toes were now inside her, and she fucked at the foot wickedly

   and hotly, screwing herself on his foot, begging him with her

   pleading voice and her hunching hips to screw her, fuck her, do it

   to her with his foot.

   Don felt his foot cramping, but he couldn't stop.  He was too

   close to orgasm, and the cramping only seemed to drive him closer

   and closer.  He pushed hard, feverishly, as if trying to put his

   whole goddamned foot in the hot little piece who was whimpering now

   and pushing her clit down at the side of his foot and hunching like

   the hottest little slut who had ever moved her hips.

   They exploded almost together, Melissa's head dropping back

   against the arm of the couch, Don's mouth opening wide and his

   breath coming in ragged gasps as the cum came spurting forth from

   his jerking cock.

   As soon as he had come, Don was able to feel the cramp in it's

   entirety, and he pulled himself out of her quickly, sitting up and

   rubbing his foot to relieve the tension in it.  Melissa was

   concerned at first, but when she realized that he was okay she

   started giggling and was soon joined in her laughter by Don as they

   collapsed on the couch in each others arms.

   Continued in MRWADE.237....

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