Fall from Grace, Part 4: Tranquility-Lost {mf mc md oral}
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Author Note: I had a great comment from one reader who
suggested that Cathy and the Preacher do the incest thing.
It does have facinating possibilities, but you'll have
to read future parts of the story to see how (or if) it
gets integrated into the plot.

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Part 4: Tranquility-Lost {mf mc md oral}

Synopsis: Before meeting Tom, Cathy's life was tranquil with
few surprises. She loves the new sensual life that Tom has
opened up to her. Can they merge their new relationship
with their lives at school? Can Cathy recapture her former
tranquility? Will Tom allow it, or is it lost to her forever?

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I had spent another night having erotic dreams filled with obscene
images. They had driven me to have many orgasms by my own hand.
I still felt guilty about both the dreams and the masturbation,
but I was powerless to halt either. If I was under the influence
of a demon then his plan to corrupt me was working. At least sex
with Tom was normal and monogamous. I wouldn't give in to the
obscenities in my dreams. Finally, it was morning. I got out of
bed, washed and changed the sheets that were wet with my
secretions.

I was amazed that despite my active night, I felt rested. I got
dressed like any other school day. Well, it wasn't a normal
school day. It was the first one since I lost my virginity and
became a slave. I knew it was important to maintain the
appearance that nothing had changed since I lost my maidenhood.
Was it less then two days ago? It seemed like 100 years, a
different lifetime.

It was like thinking about a different person. That 18-year-old girl
may have looked like me, same face, same dark hair to her hips, a
narrow-waisted 33-18-32 swimmer's body holding a modest 120 pounds
that was mostly muscle. However, that chaste girl was deathly
afraid of sex even though she loved how it felt when the boys
touched her. She was ashamed of the lewdness of her D-cup tits
and tried to hide them with dark, bulky,shapeless clothes.

That girl is gone although I still maintain her fictional existence
for my parents. Now I know my 33Ds are my second best feature. It
gets me hot to show them off. I love the way boys will forget
everything else when I make them bounce. Rubbing them against my
lover's body is a sure-fire way to make his cock nice and hard.
Which brings me to my best feature, my nasty little pussy.

Sitting on my bed, I spread my legs wide to take a closer look.
From the outside it looks the same, especially with all my dark
pubic hair. I push aside the curls to reveal my hidden treasure.
You can't tell that it's no longer virgin, at least 20 times
over by now. The hole doesn't look any bigger to me. Are the
labia a bit redder or puffier? I think so. Perhaps it's because
even now I'm caressing the soft petals. I better stop now, or
I'll be late. I need to think of something else.

I start doing the Klegel exercises that Tom taught me. My entire
pussy vibrates. I feel the inner vaginal muscles getting stronger
daily. No way am I going to become a loose, sloppy fuck like some
girls who screw constantly.

I think my clit is bigger then other girls. Perhaps that's why I
can't seem to get enough. I'm thinking about sex so much that even
now my clit is threatening to slip out from under its protective
hood. All things considered, I think I have a perfectly pretty
pussy.

Tom loves to smell it, lick it, and fuck it. My pussy is ready for
him with only a few minutes foreplay. It loves the worship it
receives from his fingers, tongue, and cock. There seems to be no
limit to its capacity for loving. I seem to be changing so quickly,
screwing more just yesterday then some other girls my age do in a
month. I think about my pussy more and more then shiver at the
thought that it's going to take me over completely. I put aside
that silly thought because now my regular week is beginning. I
have to try thinking more about school and less about sex.

I got my school things together and went down for a quick breakfast.
Tom would be picking me up in 30 minutes. I wanted to be outside
early so we could have a replay of when he picked me up yesterday
before our first class.

This morning I feel like I did yesterday when I was anxiously
waiting for Tom. I'm so happy that I could burst. Here's another
chance to do my Klegel exercises. I'm determined to keep my pussy
tight for him regardless of how much screwing we do. As
the minutes tick by I find that I can do the Klegels while
anticipating Tom's arrival and the memories of our hot sex
together. This makes me more aroused with each passing minute.
I can think about school later. Right now,I want to submit to
my Master. I want to fuck him.

He drives up once again right on time. My pussy is already hot,
wet, and eager. With a big smile says, "Hi beautiful princess,
Hop in." I close the door and receive a quick hello kiss.
"Let's go," I say. I know that once we get away from the house,
we can get "down to business".

"Wait I have a present for you. Close your eyes," he says. I'm
thrilled. He knows how much I love getting presents, big or
small. I want to know I how much I appreciate him. So I say,
"You've given me so many presents already. All of those gorgeous
clothes yesterday, the expensive dinner the night before. But,
but I love presents,"I say bouncing in anticipation (making my
tits shake) and close my eyes tight. I smell something floral
as he says, "Open them."

It's a beautiful red rose. He hands it to me and I take a deep
breath of its sweet fragrance as he says, "A beautiful rose
for a beautiful princess." It's the first time anyone gave me
a rose. I say, "Thank you my Lord, thou art a true gentleman."
I give him a slightly longer kiss this time.

Then I tease him, "I remember mom saying the petals of a flower
remind men about the lips of a girl's pussy." He smiles and
replies, "I would never say that even though your pussy is
infinitely more beautify then this flower. You are so much more
to me, your vitality, your sweetness, your intelligence, your
giving nature are all precious to me." I must be blushing. He
turned my jest completely around in such a romantic way. I
give him a really big kiss then whisper hotly into his ear,
"There's more after we get out of my driveway."

As he drives off, I reach over to find his cock and begin
squeezing it. "I want you nice and hard, Master. I can barely
stand waiting. Please drive fast." I beg. "You're a firecracker
for sure, beautiful," he says smiling. You did this to me, Master,
isn't how you're training your slave to act? I ask, knowing that
he likes me a little sexually aggressive. "Ummmmmmm, hummmmmm,"
he answers. I think he's having too much trouble driving with a
rapidly hardening cock to answer further.

Meanwhile, now that we're out-of-sight of the house. I unbutton my
blouse and open my bra's front clasp. Tom smiles when my titties
bounce around as I slip off my panties. I feel so nasty driving with
my boobies hanging out. Because my shirt is still on and the van is
higher then a normal car, I don't think anyone driving by can see
my naked tits. The shy girl I was just a few days ago would never
dream of acting like this. She'd call me a slut and a whore.
When we pause at a stop sign Tom feels safe enough to respond,
"Yes, passionate slave, your training is proceeding well."

I don't want to wait a second longer then absolutely necessary. He
might have said more, but I unzip his pants, fish out his hardening
cock, bend over, and engulf it with my mouth. When we get to our
secluded hideaway, I practically drag him to the bed in back. He
lets me push him down on his back and climb on top of him. I fill
the void in my yearning cunt by impaling myself on his shaft. He
reaches up to massage my swaying tits. I fuck furiously until I
climax, twice. Is this what he means by "my training is proceeding
well"?

Tom still hasn't cum. He strips the clothes from my unresisting body
then rolls me on my back. After, removing his own clothes, he begins
the next, more leisurely round. Bending my legs double against my
tits puts him in total control of our fucking. I love the way it
makes me feel totally helpless. My arms automatically rise above
my head. My wrists cross as if bound together to the bed to
magnify the feeling that I am a powerless slave in bondage to
my Master's will.

His cock is fucking me so deep that it's pushing through my cervix
into my womb. He knows how this makes me wild. The muscles of my
cunt try to hold him to squeeze the cum out of his cock. A stream
of almost continuous moans echo off the walls of the van.

In my impassioned thoughts, I ask the virgin I used to be, "Is it
wrong to love the feeling of a hard cock penetrating my body?
Is it wrong to need the touch of a man? No, not simply a man, but
a Master who will dominate me, demand obedience, care for me,
cherish me, and force me as his slave to experience endless
carnal delights." That virgin says nothing, but is unable to
pry her eyes from my writhing flesh.

The feeling of total submission to my Master is arousing me more
and more. I unlock a hidden door in my mind and release those
obscene thoughts that will push me to climax.

I'm a bound captive forced to submit to my attacker. I'm beaten
and tormented until I beg for my rape. My cunt is impaled on a
skyscraper-sized cock. Thousands of men watch my debasement and
laugh. They rub their hard cocks until they shoot, not cum but
urine, drowning me until I drink it all. I beg to be allowed to
orgasm, but must suck the cum out of each cock first. When I'm
done and covered in cum a voice says, "It's not enough. You must
prove your submission will last forever."

Even that fantasy now disappears as my mind dissolves, consumed
by my growing fervent need. I'm getting frantic as I near another
climax. My body starts jerking wildly around. Everything is
stripped away from me until I am only a wanton cunt, mindlessly
trying to drive his entire body into mine.

When he establishes a regular rhythm, my body magically matches
it. When he thrusts in, my hips lift as much as they can, trying
to drive him deeper. I moan each time I feel his cock brush against
my engorged clit. I hear his thighs slapping against me each time
he penetrates. It's pushing me closer... closer... closer,
"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiii," I cry as a massive orgasm rips through my
fervid flesh.

It's the strongest climax ever, yet my body still wants ...
wants ... "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiii, Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiii, Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiii,"
I wail as three all powerful aftershocks blast every thought from
my mind. Each muscle relaxes, but my limp body has not yet had
enough. I'm only dimly aware of my surroundings. Yes, I'm a carnal
bitch being fucked by her mate. My mind drifts until it finds
another lurid dream I had thought safely locked away.
Enthusiastically it begins to replay that erotic fantasy.

I lay chained, a princess captured by traitors who will return
me to the king as a wanton whore by forcing my flesh to suffer
endless sexual torture. I must try and resist the hard pleasure
giver that has invaded my loins, but my body betrays me and
becoming a writhing lustful creature that rams her cunt forward
needing his cock, deeper, deeper, deeper,
"Uuuuuuhhhhh, Uuuuuuhhhhh," two more powerful
orgasms punctuate my fantasy.

I recover enough to beg him not to shoot his spunk into my womb,
making me pregnant. He laughs and increases his pace crowing,
"I'll put me bastard into yer belly." My impassioned body can
only return his thrusting as I get hotter and hotter. I need
it more and more until I crack and beg, "Do it you fucker.
Ram it harder. Put a baby in me. I need your cock. Shoot your
hot cum up my cunt." Knowing he's broken me to his will spurs
him on. I feel his fiery seed spray into my fertile garden
where it will take root and grow. "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiii,
Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiii," I cry, as it drives me to more orgasms
providing an easy path for his sperm.

I feel millions of them squirming inside me swimming in my cum
searching, searching for me. No longer the princess, I imagine
myself to be the tiny egg deep in my womb trying to hide, but
unable to run. Like a pack of wild dogs they hunt me down.
Penetrating deeper down the vaginal trail towards their helpless
prey. I hear their baying coming closely.

Against my will, my body prepares itself for their attack, releasing
a female smell to guide them to me. The sperm follow the trail until
they find my hiding place. They reach for me, rubbing furiously
against my sensitive flesh, trying to find entrance. Suddenly they
find it, attacked on all sides, I am helpless. Then one penetrates
my insignificant defenses and fertilizes me. I start a new baby in
the warm, fertile garden where I take root and being to grow.

The vision fades as I return to reality. Fortunately, I realize,
it is just a flight of fancy. I feel Tom's weight. He must have
climaxed while my mind was lost in fantasy, perhaps just as the
princess was impregnated. As I've been trained, I keep my legs
raised to keep my Master's precious cum inside me for 30 minutes.
During that quiet time, I practice my Klegels and cuddle with Tom.

When the time is up, he says, "Now we'll use your gifts from
yesterday, princess. A man's eye follows beauty regardless of
his heart. If you are not as sexy as the other girls on campus
then my eye may be drawn to them." He pulls out a narrow
yellow tube top, a matching tube skirt, and the necklace from
yesterday. He commands, "This is what you will
wear today." I know I may only reply, "Yes Master."

The tube top is a mere 8-inches wide all the way around. If I cover
the top of my rack then the bottom shows and visa versa. If I try to
stretch the knit-cotton material them my hard nipples may poke right
through. If anyone doesn't already know about my huge jugs, they'll
have no doubt after seeing me in this. It definitely emphasizes my
tits and gives them the freedom to bound about wildly if I don't
walk very carefully.

The matching skirt is only 12-inches wide all the way around.
It's meant to be worn with panties that are forbidden me. The
clinging knit-cotton shows every curve and tends to ride up as
I walk. If I bend over at the waist to pick something up then I'll
flash anyone behind me with a look at my hairy twat. I could get
into big trouble if I flash the wrong man, say one of the school
administrators. I'll need to be very careful.

After I put on the clothes (without a bra of course), my sneaky
Master had one more surprise for his slave. He takes out a small
box that contains two shiny brass balls. He explains, "These are
call 'Ben-wa' balls. They are placed inside a woman's vagina to
give her moderate sexual stimulation during the day. It is a
critical component during this phase of your training. They are
perfectly safe and may remain inside you for several days
without any ill effects."

With some reluctance I allowed him to put these inside my pussy.
I was still so wet that they slipped in easily. Then he took out
the red satin panties from the restaurant and orders, "You will
not let anyone even suspect that they are there. Never attempt
to remove the Ben-wa balls yourself. Only I may do so. Finally,
you must wear satin panties for as long as they are inside you."
I reply, "Yes, Master." I gave a little sigh of relief. At least
with the red panties, I wouldn't be flashing my cunt to everyone
in this short skirt.

As I move to sit in my seat, I feel them shifting. It is a strange,
but not unpleasant sensation. We drive to the campus and are in
time for our first class. I feel the Ben-Wa balls shifting whenever
we turn sharply even more so on the bumps. They are starting to make
me horny. My nipples are getting hard. As we part he says, "Now you
will think of me and my little surprise all day long." Damn, was he
ever right! As I started walking, the balls kept shifting inside
me.
I was really getting aroused. The sensation of the satin panties on
my skin only increased the feeling.

I feel everyone's eyes on me. It's so different. Even though I was
wearing similar clothes yesterday, only people who didn't know me
saw them. Now back at school, friends, acquaintances, and teachers
surround me. What will they think of my new look and my new
behavior? Most of them will think it's no big deal after a day or
two. I know some boys will take it as a green-light to hit on me;
more will be checking me out constantly. Some of my old friends,
the virgins who are saving themselves for marriage, will think
I've turned into a salacious slut. A girl who's pussy is always
hot, always wet, and always ready for a hard cock, Damn those
Ben-wa balls!

By the time I get to class, I'm flushed and breathing heavy. My
firm nipples can be seen even through the thick top I wore. I try
to ignore the stares both guys and girls are giving me long enough
to calm down. It takes me 10 minutes of sitting completely
motionless before I can focus on what the professor is saying.

Is this what Tom means by "moderate stimulation"? Every time I
move I feel heat and electricity shooting directly into my clit.
Something must be wrong. I should take them out, but Tom forbid
me to do that under any circumstances. What can be causing such
an extreme reaction?

Maybe the Ben-wa balls somehow affect me more then other women.
It might be like what mom said, how our tits are more sensitive
then those of other women. "Like mother - like daughter," or
perhaps, "Like tits - like pussy"? I giggle to myself. Wouldn't
that be a great thing for a Hallmark card?

I find myself beginning to move around when the lecture gets boring.
Each time the balls shift an image of Tom flashes in my mind.
That villain! He found the perfect way of keeping me horny and
thinking of him all day without being there!

"Nice red panties," whispers a guy in the row in front of me. After
moving around, my legs are now spread wide enough that half the
room could look up my skirt. I stick out my tongue at the guy and
close my legs. The balls shift again and my legs start to spread by
magic. I clamp them shut, but that makes the balls press hard
against my inner muscles. My arousal takes flight once more.

It can't be normal for a girl my age to be forced to think of sex
every few seconds, but that's what I'm doing. I can handle it, for
at least a short time, right? Did he say how long? It can't be too
long can it? I don't remember him saying. Can I persuade him to
make it shorter? What will happen to me if I can't? I shy away
from thoughts of disobedience. Tom likes when I use my head as
well as my body to solve problems. I better try to find ways to
deal with it, just in case.

I discover that using the Klegel exercises, I can make the balls
move with a minimum of motion. The real trial begins when class
ends. I grab some paper towels from the bathroom to dry my now
dripping snatch. I took several spares suspecting I'd need them.
Has my pussy been completely dry for even five minutes since I
left my house this morning? There's gotta be something abnormal
about that. I must be losing alotta fluids because I'm getting
real thirsty. Maybe if I carry a water bottle with me, I can
handle it, even for a long time.

My next class is across campus! Walking is exquisite suffering! I've
No longer think about how people react to my new sexy clothes. All
my thoughts focus between my legs. I try the Klegel exercises again.
They help, but only a little. In two minutes, I can't stand it
anymore. Hiding behind some bushed, I reach down to bring myself
off. Biting down on a finger is the only way to stifle my cries.
I dry my snatch again and continue.

My fingers wrap around the string attached to the Ben-wa balls.
I think about ripping the damn things out of me. He will be
displeased. "Owwww!" I double over in pain, releasing the
string. No! I can't disobey my Master. He will know. In his
righteous angry, I may be disciplined or worse, sent away.

I was OK for the next 10 minutes, but then the arousal started
building again. Each time it seemed to happen faster. If I
weren't already late, I would have found another bush. As it
was, it took me 15 minutes to calm down this time. Even then
instead of focusing on class, I alternated between plotting
revenge on Tom, thanking my lucky stars that he had found me,
and experimenting with my new sex toy.

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It's lunchtime. I turn at the marker Tom told me about after walking
down a secluded path for 10 minutes. He'd told me to meet him here.
There in front of me is this perfect little picnic for two already
laid out. I think about seducing him on the picnic blanket, but I'm
really hungry and thirsty after my very erotic morning. We take
turns feeding each other, cuddling and kissing. It was very
romantic.

When we finish eating, Tom's hands begin roaming in the way he
knew would set me on fire. I'm already really turned on by an
entire morning walking around with the Ben-Wa balls. When my
shivering loins begin thrusting helplessly against him, he stops
moving and asks, "Are you my slave forever?" Wanting to cum, I
whisper, "Yes, my Master, my love, always. I beg you to finish
using your slave."

He holds my yearning flesh tightly and observes, "A slave should
always be well aroused before she dances for her Master. Now show
me that you learned what you were taught. Remember the music with
your body." I wanted to screw, not dance, but I must obey my
Master. I rise and begin to sway my hips trying to recapture the
earthy rhythm of the music. I begin to twirl, displaying my body
and removing my clothes.

There was not much to take off. I took the longest time carefully
removing the Ben-wa balls at my Master's direction. In a few
moments I stood naked, barely a 10 minutes walk from campus. I
was breathing heavily making my jugs continue to dance on my
body. Where before I was ready to be fucked, now I was preparing
to knock Tom to the ground and skewer my frantic cunt on his cock.

He must recognize the look in my eye. Before I could act he
commands, "On your back slave for your reward." I could not
disobey, but there are daggers shooting from my eyes as I
respond, "Yes Master."

He strips and lies on top of me with his head between my legs. I
spread my thighs in hopeful anticipation. "AAAaaaahhh!" I softly
cry out climaxing with the fist touch of his tongue on my
overheated cunt. Will someone hear, come to investigate and see
the Preacher's daughter locked in a naked embrace? I know I can't
control my passionate outbursts if we continue like this.

Then the head of his cock bumps against my lips and I know what
to do. I guide his manhood into my now experienced mouth and
begin sucking. "No matter what happens, keep sucking," he
commands. His lips fasten on my honeypot. I am pinned under him
unable to escape even had I wished. I'm so turned on that I
don't feel his weight.

I can feel another orgasm building immediately. I begin sucking
him harder and deeper. He matches me stroke for stroke. I press
my hairy cunt into his face, wanting to feel his entire marvelous
tongue inside my cunt. My distended clit comes out from under its
little hood. The moment his magical tongue finds it, I climax
again, twice.

If my throat weren't stuffed with cock, the entire campus would
hear my screams. I pause for a moment, but then restart
ministering to his wonderful cock. My fifth orgasm convinces me
that the Ben-Wa balls make me come harder and closer together.
I feel him tense then he cums in my mouth. I think I swallow
every bit of the tasty jism that shot down my throat.

He says, "This is called 69." I recall a few months back. One of my
mom's "dirty pictures" showed a couple doing "69". I thought it was
the most horrible, perverted thing I'd ever seen. I refused to even
let mom explain it to me. Now, I kiss Tom deeply. Our tongues
exchange the taste each other's cum. I tell him, "I love it,
Master".

We cleaned up and dressed. Tom insists that I continue using the
Ben- Wa balls. There's nothing I can do without upsetting him, but I
am able to get one of the water bottles from the picnic. We cuddle
on the blanket and talk until it's time for our next classes. As
long as we lay still the balls don't shift and I concentrate on the
serene feeling of being in each other's arms. He asks about all the
things that are important to me and tells me about himself.

Unlike some of my fantasies, in reality I wasn't a simple fuck-toy
to Tom. There was more depth then that. He saw beyond the massive
mammary glands and sexy body to my mind. He wanted to know all about
my desires, dreams, and goals. We spent many pleasant hours planning
for the future. I had wanted to become a nurse. Tom thought I had
more potential then that. He encouraged me to think about becoming a
psychologist or therapist.

He walks me back to the edge of campus, but then hurries off in a
different direction then the one I must take. I am already panting
with arousal. I shiver in both fear and anticipation of the
exquisite torture that the Ben-Wa balls will cause me this
afternoon, I begin walking (carefully) to my next class. I hope that
with more experience I'll have better control over the intense
sexual sensations. Right now, I'm so new to those sensations that
they quickly overwhelm my untrained restraint again and again.

If anything, the afternoon is worse then the morning. My body loves
the sensuous stimulation. It seems to grow more intense by the hour.
I'm fighting an almost constant battle not to shove my hand between
my legs and masturbate before my entire class or 100 people in the
middle of campus. I do get some relief in darkened corners and
behind isolated trees, but the relief that provides seems to grow
shorter each time.

After my last class, it's time for swim practice. It's across
campus. I have to stop almost immediately. I check my watch. It took
too long to give myself relief. I'm going to be late. I don't want
those half- naked hussies alone with Tom. I try to hurry, but it
only makes the Ben-wa balls shift around faster. In desperation, I
use my Klegel exercises to hold the Ben-wa balls in place. It works
mostly, but feeling the balls press more firmly against my vaginal
walls reminds me of Tom's cock. That arouses me on even more.

I seriously need relief, but force myself into the locker room
without stopping again. Everyone is already in their bathing suits
gabbing when I enter. They can all see my nipples standing at
attention under my tube top. Hopefully, they think the love oil
running down my thighs is sweat. I strip quickly and run to take an
ice cold shower to calm myself down. It works, but only barely.

I race back to the locker room. Jen is the only one still there.
Quickly I change into my new red two-piece racing suit. I know I
look hot, better in fact then her. I can see the same thing
reflected in Jen's eyes when she comes over. Is that a new necklace?
she asks. Yes, Tom bought it as a present when we went out this
weekend. I reply making sure that she sees that it's a little prick.
Her eyes open wide in shock, but she covers it saying, 'Oh, it's
very ... Interesting.

Only then do I take it off because it's against the pool rules to
wear loose jewelry. Jen leaves me alone in the locker room. I know
she'll spread the word about the necklace. Even rushing, I'm the
last girl out. Sure enough, several of the little bitches are
flirting with my Tom. He's leaning against a wall, not trying to
hide the outline of his hard cock in the tight racing suit.
Jealously fills my silent thoughts, That cock is for my cunt. I'm
not going to let you sluts near it. I'm the one he's fucking and
it's going to stay that way. I need to mark my territory the same
way I've seen other girls do it.

I push right past the other girls and in my sweetest voice say, Oh
Tom, I want to thank you for our marvelous date last night and for
all the expensive presents you bought me. Pressing myself into Tom's
arms, I give him a deep tongue kiss. Crushing my tits against his
chest, my nipples immediately harden again. It's a painfully erotic
sensation. I feel his hard cock poking against my inner thigh where
it meets my crotch. It feels so good. Let those bitches watch and
burn with envy. I want to give them plenty to gossip about so no one
will go after my man.

Automatically, Tom's arms circle behind to pull me closer. Just then
the Ben-wa balls shift. All the lust from before my cold shower
comes roaring back. My hips jerk sideways, pressing his cock
directly against my clit. The shocking power shooting from it
destroys any thought not centered between my legs. I start rubbing
my clit against Tom's cock in front of everybody. My arms lock
around his ass, pulling his cock towards me.

It takes a few seconds for Tom to grasp what's going on. He's still
trying to come to grips with how Cathy's unbelievable natural
sensuality is accelerating her slave training. Tom, who has always
been in complete control, now feels his own body's unstoppable
reaction. "This can't be happening," thinks Tom, "No girl has ever
been able to affect me so overwhelmingly." Tom can't ignore the
feelings in his cock now wedged between her smooth hot thighs.

When Cathy starts moaning softly, his cock battles to assert
control. She's lost it completely. If he doesn't do something fast,
he'll lose it too. They'll be fucking on the pool floor in front of
the entire girl's swim team. He couldn't keep that quiet. It would
destroy all his plans. He can't loosen Cathy's death grip on his ass
without hurting her. There's only one thing he can do.

Tom lifts Cathy up bodily, unavoidably pressing his cock into the
sizzling furrow of her pussy. He walks precariously towards the pool
feeling her all-devouring cunt draining more strength out of his
legs with ever step. He makes it to the edge, but his strength is
gone. He just manages to tip sideways so they fall together into the
pool.

The impact of the water shocks them out of their sexual heat. Cathy
comes up choking on water she swallowed. The water is only up to
their shoulders so Tom helps her stand. He whispers urgently into
her ear, Slave listen and obey perfectly. Say nothing. Pretend
you're dizzy from swallowing water. I will take you back to the
locker. Cathy can only nod in agreement.

It's OK, Tom says, She had some kind of seizure, but its over now.
Probably something she ate. I'm taking her inside to rest. You guys
better start your practice. Tom half carries Cathy to the empty
men's locker where they won't be disturbed. He turns on the shower
and strips off their bathing suits, pulls out the Ben-wa balls. He
presses her dazed, nude body against the wall and looks at her
trying to figure out what just happened.

Tom can't remember ever being so drawn to a female, slave or free.
Is she insatiable? He had not been able to determine her sexual
capacity. In fact, it seems to be increasing daily. Even now, he
feels her radiate strings of sexuality that tie directly to his
groin. They keep pulling it to her hot cunt.

Moreover all the compliments he gave her were heartfelt, not
contrived for her training. He saw her as so much more then a
simple sex slave. There was nothing simple about her. She was
so vivacious and sensitive. Her natural intuition seemed to let
her know just how to please and arouse him without his command.
It was like they'd been together for years, not days.

And Cathy was unlike any other new slave he'd ever hear about. They
all resisted on many levels, fighting against their slavery even as
they secretly desired it to become deeper. Tom had begun to develop
a reputation of being able to break the most recalcitrant slave's
resistance quickly, totally, and without any permanent damage.

None of that applied to Cathy. She embraced her slavery on ever
level. He only needed the lightest hypnotic push to get her past her
earliest training. After that she reveled in her released sexuality.
Every day, she used all her considerable intellegence and passion to
become a better, more pleasing, more submissive slave.

Cathy was unable to avoid erotic thoughts because of the suggestions
he'd implanted. He was having equal difficulty with intruding images
of her naked squirming body, even without hypnotic suggestions. She
was submissive without being servile. Loving without being
smothering. She was smarter then him, but not by much and was never
condescending about it to anyone. Enough of these thoughts! He could
not allow what he felt to interfere with her training. It was too
important to too many people that depended on him.

It was a big load, but he believed it was one for which he was
prepared. Tom had helped several other Masters in every phase of
new slave training. However, this was the first time the primary
responsibility was his. The initial phases were his alone. He
could not bring in others until the two week bonding process was
completed. However, no one had warned him how different Cathy was
from any other slave or woman that he'd ever experienced.

She was so passionate. Her skin felt so silky. She looked so hot and
helpless, her pendulous breasts begging to be caressed. He could
lose himself happily between them. "This cannot be allowed to
continue." Tom said out loud, speaking to himself. What had always
worked before was fucking a slave silly until his cock had enough.
Cathy's body was definitely ready and eager to be used.

- - - - - -

I was still in a daze, unaware of what the man holding my limp body
was thinking. The heat from the shower was making my skin slick with
a sheen of perspiration when I felt Tom's cock burying itself to the
hilt in my cunt. "Ooooooooooohhhh," That's what I needed to feel ---
so bad. I just wrapped my legs around him, when I felt his cock
discharge. My body climaxed in response shuddering for at least a
minute in aftershocks.

Totally drained, I let Tom carry me to a bench where he lay me on my
back, re-inserted the Ben-wa balls and covered me with dry towels.
Disappearing, her returns a few minutes later, just as I sit up
having regained my senses. He has all the stuff from my locker and
tells me, "Cathy get dressed while I tell the team that everything's
OK, no swimming practice for you today. I'll meet you back at the
van."

I found the van exactly where we had parked that morning. It took me
a long time because of my extra stops. I needed two 15-minute breaks
to find a concealed place and play with my pussy until I creamed.

Tom had left the van open for me. He was snoozing on the bed in the
back, hopefully dreaming of me, because I saw his hard-on through
his slacks. I reviewed each and every time I had to bring myself off
that day. I was still horny. I considered just jumping on top of
him. That's what my pussy wanted, but he might be displeased.
Especially after what happened in the pool.

I feared the punishments that my Master might dispense. I knew he
had been lenient with me thus far. I did not wish to risk his wrath.
So, I stripped and gently removed his cock and balls. Then I began
kissing and licking them. I was sure he would be pleased to be woken
this way.

It wasn't long before he was holding the back of my neck, trying to
drive his entire massive dick down my throat. For the first time I
managed to relax my throat muscles as he had taught me and take it
all! I was really proud of myself and began tickling his balls with
my nails. That's when he tensed and began shooting his scrumptious
cum down my throat. I had to really focus on swallowing every bit to
avoid choking. I didn't move until I felt him go soft. Then I licked
him clean.

"You're amazing, Cathy. I can't remember cuming so hard only half an
hour after my last orgasm. That was the best blowjob yet. And you
swallowed my whole cock. I'm so proud of you. You deserve a reward."
He praises.

We kiss deeply and he begins playing with my tits and pussy getting
me hotter. It doesn't take long before I'm panting with desire. He
dives between my legs and begins to eat me. Tom throws a pillow to
me. I bury my head in it to muffling my cries and screams. After my
first orgasms, Tom keeps up his attack, forcing more orgasms out of
me ever 1-2 minutes for the next 25 minutes. The orgasms slow down
to one every 5-10 minutes. I realize how hungry I am, so I beg,
"Please Master, I'm so hungry, I need fuel to keep this up.'

He relents and gets some sandwiches for us. I wonder, how many more
orgasms I would have had if we'd continued? Could we have continued
indefinitely? We eat while cuddling. His hands, as always, search
out my tits and pussy. Many girls complain about being touched right
after climax. I find it soothing and endearing as long as he keeps
away from my clit which is too sensitive.

We talk about each other's day. The problem he had in business law.
How people reacted to my new clothes and new look. How much fun we
had at lunch. How I handled being so horny all day and why it's
important for my slave training to continue. I've just finished my
third sandwich when he starts the conversation that I've been
dreading.

"What happened at the pool today?" He gently probes. I burst into
tears and everything pours out all at once, "I got so jealous seeing
that talking to the other girls made your cock hard. I was afraid
they'd try to steal you away from me. I had to do something to let
them know that they'd have to go through me to get to you. When I
held you, it felt so good. I was so horny from the Ben-wa balls,
because I was late. The Klegels helped, but made me think about your
hard cock. And then I slipped and my clit pressed against your cock
and I forgot everything except how much I love your cock. I couldn't
control myself anymore. It was like I was possessed by a sex demon.
I had to fuck you no matter what. What's happening to me? I'm always
horny. I can't stop thinking about sex or about you. I love you so
much. I never used to be this way. My emotions were always balanced
and in check. I had a feeling of tranquility that is gone. Will it
ever return? Please understand Master. I'm always thinking of how to
be more pleasing. Please don't whip me for needing you so much. I
love being your slave. Don't send me away. Don't give me to another
Master. Whip me, but don't send me away."

Then I completely break down and sobs wrack my body. Tom sooths and
comforts me, holding me close, and speaking softly. He whispers,
"You will not be sent away. You will not be whipped or disciplined.
Your body is acting entirely normal for this stage of training. If
anything you are ahead of the average new slave girl. There is
nothing wrong with you. I love how sensitive and sensuous you are
becoming. To please me you must give in to your growing passions
submit to your growing sensuality. You must use all your
intelligence and all your passion to help me with your training.
Transform yourself into a true slave."

He repeated those things many times. I thought contentedly, "He
needs me in so many ways. I will joyfully give all that I am." I
must have fallen asleep. Perhaps he did too. I dream about becoming
the perfect slave to my Master. I drifted in and out of slumber with
the most wonderful feeling, being held safe wrapped in my Master's
arms. Even when asleep he continues gently caressing his slave's
tits and pussy.

It was about half an hour later. I'm feeling the first tingling of
renewed arousal when he says, "Beautiful, I've thought about
everything while you slept. A Master should be sensitive to the
health of his slave's body and mind. Giving you any reason to be
jealous of the girl's swim team is too much of distraction at this
stage of your training. For the moment, I will stop attending the
girls' practices. However, remember that a slave must learn to
compete with other slaves for her Master's attention. Often a Master
will keep several slaves. The most sensuous and submissive will most
often be in his arms." Very relieved, I reply, "Thank you Master for
being so understanding of my weakness and not sending me away."

"Princess, I'm going to get dressed and drive. Meanwhile I want you
to rest in back and watch a video. Pay attention because there's
going to be a quiz afterward." Reluctantly, I let him go, lay back
with a blanket, and began watching.

The video shows a girl my age being seduced. Despite her initial
protests, she is soon begging to be fucked again and again. She
becomes a very active participant, assisting her lover in achieving
many different positions, some I'd never heard of, let alone tried.
Later on she is tied down and disciplined, but that seems to turn
her on more. Soon she is begging to be fucked in the ass. My ass
began to tingle. It was still virgin, probably the only part of me
that was. It made me hot to watch her being ass-fucked. Her whimpers
of pain quickly became screams of passion.

The van stopped just before the video finished. I'm really turned on
now. I'd been massaging my own tits while watching. We were in that
isolated spot near my house. I'm pretty sure I know what kind of
quiz Tom has in mind. Sure enough he strips and reaches for me under
the blanket.

He pulls out the Ben-wa balls and then, "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh,
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh, Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh, " with only three powerful
thrusts, Tom's cock slides up to the hilt. We try five new positions
that were in the video. Even working together, it takes a few
minutes before we figure out some of them. I need to do more of the
work for some, other times he does. I have at least one orgasm in
each of them while trying to decide which is my favorite.

Finally, he begins using the short strokes and cums with an
animalistic growl. It gives me three more quick orgasms. Then we
both collapse in exhaustion. I wish we could cuddle, skin-to-skin
more, but it's getting late so we need to hurry. We help each other
clean up before I return home. Before we re-insert the Ben-wa balls
into my pussy, Tom has a new surprise for me.

"Did you see in the video when he fucked the girl's ass?" Tom asked.
"Yes, it seemed to hurt at the start, but she loved it at the end."
I reply. "What did you think about it, slave?" He presses. I could
see where this was going and did not wish to displease my Master so
I reply, "I felt my own ass tingle when the girl's was being used. I
am fearful of the pain," quickly I added, "but a slave will do as
her Master wishes."

"That's as it should be." He smiles. I let out the breath I was
holding. It was a good answer. Tom takes out a long box and shows me
what is inside. "These are butt-plugs," he says, "They open a girl's
asshole so that getting butt-fucked is easier and more enjoyable for
her." He takes out the smallest one and lubricates it with a tube of
K-Y jelly. "Turn over and spread your ass cheeks as far as
possible." He commands. I reply, "Yes, Master."

Even with the lubricant, Tom has difficulty inserting the butt-plug
the way he wishes. He tries to get me to relax, but nothing he says
helps. Then he reaches between my legs and begins massaging my slit
while softly repeating, "relax". It works. In a few minutes, I
become so aroused that I forget about the butt-plug and it slids
into place. It feels strange. I keep clenching and unclenching my
ass, but it is wedged in tight and doesn't budge.

Tom shows me how to remove it. He gives me the rest of the K-Y jelly
and explains, You are to leave the butt-plug in all the time except
when you have an elimination. Then remove it, clean it, lubricate it
and reinsert it. Do you understand, slave?" It seemed simple enough
so I reply, "Yes Master."

He says "On your back and spread your legs." I try moving erotically
to interest Tom in using my aroused body, but it doesn't work. He
easily re-inserts the Ben-wa balls into my sopping cunt then he
slaps my inner thigh and says, "Stop fooling around, you know we
have to go. Let's get dressed." So we drive back to my house while I
tried to deal with my arousal and the new sensations in my ass.

Just before I get out Tom says, "Tell you're parents that starting
tomorrow we'll be doing homework in the library together. I'll bring
you home just before dinner time." I reply enthusiastically, "Yes
Master!" This way we can keep doing it all afternoon." Tom corrects
me, "I certainly plan on enjoying your exciting body, but I also
intend to see you finish your school assignments and studying. I
will not allow your education or grades to suffer during your
training period. If I did not want a woman with intelligence and
wisdom in addition to beauty and sensuality then I might not have
chosen you."

Wow! What a boost for a girl's ego! My guy not only liked me for
more then fantastic sex, but also was genuinely interested in
helping me improve myself. I felt like the luckiest girl in the
world.

- - - - - -

These things become part of our daily routine. Making love,
cuddling, and a nap after our last classes. Watching a porno
(training) video on the ride home. Trying out many new sexual
positions in our secret love nest. Each day I graduate to the next
size butt-plug.

Ever school day of the next two weeks follows the same pattern. I'd
awaken horny despite the memory of many orgasms during the night.
Tom would pick me up and give me a rose. We'd screw, morning,
lunchtime, and afternoon.

Then we'd do homework together naked in the mini-van. Tom let me use
his laptop computer that helped me finish faster. It even had a
connection to the Internet. If I got frustrated then a hug, a kiss,
or a massage relaxed me. If I'd get distracted then Tom would
threaten to get dressed. When we were both done the remaining time
was for cuddling, screwing, and talking. A little alarm would insure
we had enough time to clean up and get dressed before he'd bring me
home.

Although we experimented with endless new positions for sex, in the
mornings we always used the missionary position and I'd practice my
Klegel exercises. I feel my cunt muscles getting stronger ever day.
I start to be able to control them almost like the muscles in my
thighs. Tom says he can feel my pussy gripping his cock tighter when
we screw and that's making our sex even better for him.

Lunchtime has the added excitement of exposure. After regular
classes, there's swim practice. Jen and the other girls treat me
better now. I'm no longer the "virgin princess" in their eyes. Maybe
it's my new sexy clothes that help me fit in. Maybe it's respect
that I was able to hook a man like Tom. Any one of those bitches
would happily spread her legs for him. No way you horny sluts! Not
while I'm giving him all the fucking he needs.

Just as my Master wishes, I'm becoming a better slave, more
dominated by her sexual needs each day. Even at night, I can't stop
myself from masturbating whenever I awake. Of course, in between,
the Ben-Wa balls kept me horny.

I'm getting better at controlling the arousal during the day. I
don't need to masturbate for relief as often, but that doesn't mean
that the arousal isn't just as strong. In fact, my body seems to be
getting better at storing a "sexual charge". It's like a constant
background hum, always keeping me sharp and on edge. I've achieved a
new balance, but my former tranquility is not part of it. When my
sexual charge is finally released, I'm more sensual, more
submissive; more of everything Tom wants in his lover and his slave.

I don't think that there are 20 minutes in the entire day that I am
not in a state of high sexual excitation. I can almost feel my body
becoming dependent on it. Each day my slavery is becoming more
profound and I fall deeper and deeper in love with Tom. I so wish
that I could be with him all night and wake up in the morning naked
in his arms.

- - - - - -

It's almost a full week since Tom made me into a woman and became my
Master. We're planning our first weekend together. He gives me the
details of that overnight canoeing trip that a nearby church is
organizing. They need teenagers who are good swimmers to help with
the younger kids. His 30-year-old cousin is in charge and the
official chaperone, but will "look the other way" when we want to be
alone. It sounds great to me. All I have to do is get mom and dad to
agree.

When I get home I ask mom first. She agrees to help me convince the
Preacher. Because it's run by a church and it's chaperoned, he
reluctantly agrees. However, in exchange he gets me to agree to meet
a Mr. Torrington in a month. He's a widower, a wealthy man, with a
large mansion, only 15 year older then me. He's looking for a new
wife with from a good family to run his household and take care of
his three children, all under the age of 5.

I try to forget about that during my weekend away with Tom. He picks
me up early as usual. Ten minutes later our bodies are entwined
together, humping and moaning until Tom spreads his seed over my
welcoming garden. We cuddle while I do my Klegel exercises. We talk
about the future while we cuddle and during our drive to meet the
canoe trip.

I tell Tom about what the Preacher had me agree to. His praise,
kisses, and comforting words make me believe that it will somehow
work out. I feel best about myself in the quiet times just after sex
when Tom and I talk about the future. I'm really starting to warm up
to Tom's suggestion about becoming a psychologist or therapist. His
belief in me is making me think more may be possible then what the
Preacher has planned.

I can't see myself married to a guy 15 years older then me who only
wants a wife to take care of his house and kids. I belong to Tom and
always will. He treats me with respect for who and what I am. That
includes my newly awakened sexuality. Even if I am separated from
Tom, I could never stay with a man who believed that sex was only
for making babies.

As for babies, I only want to have Tom's, but I never speak of it.
He's not ready and I'm still in training. I'd probably have to give
up school and my dreams of having a profession. I'd do it for Tom,
but I hope there's a way to have both. Other times, I wish an
"accident" knocked me up. I finally talked to mom about my fertile
period and birth control without revealing I'm getting fucked on an
almost hourly basis. Somehow I think she knows, but she's going to
get me some pills to take care of that.

Tom wants to go into business. His uncle is into hotels,
restaurants, and many other things, but there is no one qualified to
run it when he retires. Uncle has told Tom that if he gets an MBA
degree, there's a good chance of him eventually running the entire
show. Tom says that there is a good four-year college not far away
that also had graduate schools in both psychology and business. It
would be heavenly if we could attend the same out-of-town school,
but the Preacher will never allow it, let alone pay for it.

The main problem is money for Tom too. Even with a scholarship
neither of us could afford graduate school. Tom's parents can't
afford it. His uncle though will let him start working up to a
junior executive position that would pay enough to afford college
and a few other luxuries.

Tom says he's going to start in the kitchen next week. After what
his Uncle Arnold Smitts said, I can get me a job as a waitress that
pays both salary and tips. With my body and cute smile, I should
rake in the tips. When I hear that we can use empty hotel rooms to
screw in before and after work, I sign on enthusiastically. Of
course, I'm going to have to get the Preacher's permission for this
too (the job not the screwing - duh!)

We stop just before arriving at the church to change into our
bathing suits. It's also an opportunity for some loving before a dry
spell. I don't know how long until we can get away from the little
kids. When we're done I put on the "conservative" black two-piece
that Tom bought me a week ago. It's still pretty risque for this
crowd. Tom still insists I use the Ben-wa balls. That alone will
make the trip quite interesting for me. It may be extremely
interesting, if Tom has more surprises planned.

What I'm really looking forward to is our first chance to spend an
entire night together. I want to make love by moonlight. Instead of
being woken by haunting erotic dreams, I want to feel the reality of
his hard cock penetrating my wet cunt. I want to wake up naked as
the dawn breaks, wrapped in my lover's arms. I want to taste his hot
cum on my lips and feel his seed shoot into my womb as the first
rays of the morning sun touch our writhing bodies.

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