Fall from Grace, Part 3: Virginity-Lost {mf mc md 1st oral} 
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Author Note: Here's "Virginity-lost" that was originally supposed to 
have been Part 2. Does that explain why Virginity-Lost has itself 
been split into two parts? Well, I suppose not, but I will say 
that this story seems to be getting longer all the time. 
Possibly because Cathy starts getting hints that that there's 
more to being a passionate slave then she ever suspected. 
Also, to balance things out Tom discovers that Cathy has 
some surprises of her own. 

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Part 3: Virginity-Lost {mf mc md 1st oral} 

Synopsis: Taking the virginity of a new love slave is just the 
beginning of her training. 

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I was feeling very melodramatic. No longer was I Cathy Goodhead. I 
was now a nameless naked slave. I deserve no better fate. For I 
have turned my back on my moral upbringing. I have violated ever 
rule of chaste behavior that I had ever been taught. I have fallen 
into evil ways. If my dad knew the truth, I would in his eyes be 
little more then a lecherous slut, a carnal whore who craves 
pleasures of the flesh. The only virtue I retained was my 
maidenhood, but I no longer wished to preserve it. When that was 
gone my debasement and corruption would be complete and 
irredeemable. When my transgressions are discovered, I will be cast 
out of my family. 

Yet, I loved my new life, filled with boundless lust and unending 
carnal pleasures. I had discovered my one true love, the Master who 
had collared me as his slave. I awake nude with Tom cradling my 
head in his lap, gently stroking my hair. His cock was standing 
straight inches from my mouth. I kissed it and reached out to hold 
it, stroking it lovingly. Tom had made me feel things that I never 
dreamed existed. He had opened new and exciting worlds of discovery 
that had been hidden from me all my life. I was eager to explore 
every aspect of those worlds. 

I looked up at Tom who saw I had awakened. At that moment I felt 
only joy and contentment and love. I said, "I love you, my Lord, my 
Master, my Tom more then I've ever loved anyone or anything. I want 
you to be the one. Take my virginity, I beg you." He smiled and 
replied, "My princess, I will indeed have your virginity, at a 
moment of my choosing. 

I refuse to use any type of condom, but I am not ready to impregnate 
you. For that to happen, I need you to prove yourself by your 
loyalty, your passion, your wisdom, your intelligence, and your 
determination to make our relationship the focus of your life. Then 
I will know if your love can truly last forever." I replied, "Yes, 
Master, I pray that I am worthy in your eyes." 

Then he told me what I most wanted to hear, "Fortunately, your 
mother let slip that during the next two weeks, our coupling 
couldn't make you pregnant. You are very special to me and I want 
you as much as I believe you want me. This is the moment for you to 
become a woman, but understand there is pain as well as pleasure 
when your virginity is taken. Are you prepared?" Why would my mom 
have said such a thing? Aren't mom's supposed to protect their 
daughter's virginity? How did she do it? Did she somehow know that 
Tom was "the right one"? So many unanswered questions swirled 
around in my thoughts, but I didn't care about the answers at that 
moment. With tears of joy I submitted, "Yes, my beloved Master, the 
pain will help me remember this moment always. He didn't use the 
word love, but I believed that would come in time. 

Tom began by greedily sucking my huge tits. Seeing his reaction, I 
was happy to have such enormous shirt puppies for the first time in 
my life. While he kissed and licked my succulent nipples, my pussy 
kept getting hotter. It was already sopping wet from all our 
earlier activity. "Put it in," I begged. "Not yet, I want you 
totally wild so you're completely open." He warned. 

His hot tongue licked and kissed down from by breasts until he 
reached my belly button. I began trashing wildly at the intensity 
of the electric feelings. I calmed down a bit as he continued 
downward until he reached the furnace between my legs. In our last 
bout, he had learned my vulnerabilities. Now that knowledge was 
used to drive me insane with passion. 

My thoughts grew more and more incoherent as the pleasure from my 
groin began to spread upward through my body, like a fever of lust 
that was slowly consuming me. The more he licked me, the hotter I 
became. I leaned back and tried to stifle my groans of pleasure, in 
someone would hear and interrupt this bliss. I felt as though I had 
a parasite attached to my crotch - a huge, wonderful parasite with a 
tongue that kept wiggling delightfully against my sweaty labia. I 
gasped as it flicked against my clitoris, briefly tickling my most 
sensitive spot before returning to a lazy slide up and down my 
swollen sex crevice. 

He kept doing that to me - taking occasional stabs at my clit, 
driving me closer to the edge...and then retreating. I could not 
take very much more of this, and he knew it. His attacks on my 
clit grew more and more frequent, and I could feel an orgasm boiling 
up inside me. My moans were getting louder, but I no longer cared 
if anyone heard them. 

He shifted away while holding me down. I desperately tried to push 
my cunt back onto his tongue. He pinned my hips, holding them 
easily in place as he moved up. I reveled in the way he physically 
dominated me. It made me hot. "Aaaaaaaahh," I gasped feeling the 
head of his tool wedged within the entrance to my fuckhole. He 
brought down my hand to grasp his cock and said, "Rub it up and down 
your hot slit." 

He had stopped moving, forcing me to do all the work. I would not 
be allowed to pretend that I was not an active and willing 
participant in my own defloration. "Oooooohh," I moaned as my hand 
and hips moved together to rub my cunt lips against his hardness, 
making it slick with my love oils. The feeling was indescribable. I 
was making myself hotter and hotter. I began trying to find a way to 
push the tip of his cock inside me. "Oooooohh," I kept moaning. I 
was becoming frantic with need. I couldn't do more without his help 
so I begged, "Pleeeeese Master." He demanded, "Tell me what you 
need." I begged him like the lowest slut, "Aahhhhh, fuck meeee. 
Shove your cock into my nasty cunt. Rip my virginity away. Take me 
like a harlot. I need you inside me." 

I kept babbling the same carnal pleadings over and over until I felt 
him shifting once again. With exquisite slowness he began pressing 
his hardness into me. "Yesssssss, Yesssssss, Yesssssss," I gasped 
as I felt that amazing cock begin its assault. I adjusted the angle 
with my hand to keep it in the correct channel. My hips thrust 
mindlessly forward trying to push him deeper into me, but he was the 
one in control. 

We both felt when his hardness reached my barrier. My frenzy 
receded because of the increasing discomfort. I heard Tom clearly 
when he said, "Beautiful Princess Now Passionate Slave will be bound 
to her first true lover." I gasped out "This passionate slave will 
be bound to her first true lover." I made sure to memorize each 
syllable he spoke, "When you feel the pain it will end when you look 
at me and say, 'In pleasure I am your devoted slave. In pain I am 
your loving slave. I obey and belong forever to you who take my 
virginity'." I took a deep breath and replied, "I am ready, 
Master." 

Tom knew that his cock was a battering ram not a rapier. The girls 
went wild when its thickness and length stretched their cunts. 
However, it was not designed to pierce Cathy's hymen. No matter how 
he tried, it would not be quick. Providing a task to focus on would 
distract her from the pain, at least a little. Her pussy was as 
ready as he could make it, sopping wet and eager. Her white skin 
was mottled and flushed with passion. It was time. He gripped her 
hips for leverage then drove forward towards the final assault. 

I screamed with the worst pain in my life. Wave after wave as Tom 
tried to breach my maidenhood. My eyes had screwed themselves shut. 
I forced them open to look into the eyes of my love, my Master, my 
tormentor. Between cries, I managed to choke out the words that 
would end the pain. In some mystical way they became the essence of 
my very existence, "In pleasure I am your devoted slave. In pain I 
am your loving slave. I obey and belong forever to you who take my 
virginity." With the last word, I felt something give way. Tom's 
hardness drove forward and was buried deep inside me. 

Echoes of my sundered maidenhood resonated through my mind and body. 
I had crossed the line into womanhood and could never return to the 
innocent girl I had been. Tears ran down my cheeks. Tom kissed my 
tears and then my lips ever so gently as if I might break. My heart 
was so filled with love for him at this moment that I thought it 
might burst. I wrapped my arm around the man who had taken my 
virginity and pulled him close. I was his devoted and loving slave 
now and forever. My world would be fulfilling and joyful as long as 
he kept me in his collar. Finally, my arms released him and I lay 
back so he might properly use a newly ravished female. 

Tom had stopped moving his cock to allow her battered pussy a chance 
to recover. Barely half had penetrated and he yearned to bury the 
rest inside her steaming wet cunt, but he had the restraint and 
knowledge that was needed. Lowering his lips to her sumptuous tits, 
he began to suckle her nipple. Cathy's young body was quick to 
recover. Once the pain disappeared, her passion returned with 
vigor. 

First tentatively and then with more energy her hips move to drive 
his cock deeper. I feel his hardness stretching my inner passage, 
pushing aside muscles. His tongue had been amazing, but his cock is 
nothing short of magical! I moan softly feeling its hard flesh 
penetrating deeper inside her, rubbing deliciously against her 
squirming vaginal walls. He begins to fuck her, easing his firm 
dick in and out of her slippery cunt with a smooth, tantalizing 
rhythm that grows faster and faster with every passing moment, 
thrusting his love tool into her gooey twat. She whimpers and moans 
as the thick cock fills her pussy, again, again, again. The noise 
of their lovemaking fills the bedchamber, and she can hear every wet 
slurp of his penis as it baths in her copious sex juice. 

The need for restraint gone, Tom fucks her with deep, swift strokes 
that made her groan and writhe. With every plunge of his massive 
cock into her sopping wet cunt, she feels herself giving way to him. 
Nothing exists for her except the phenomenal pleasure giver. The 
bed shakes with the force of his thrusts. She turns her head from 
side to side and moans continuously as he pounds her helpless pussy. 

I know that something is about to happen when Tom grabs my waist 
tighter and savagely grunts as his engorged cock slides all the way 
inside me. I feel like a tiny leaf caught in a hurricane of passion 
unable to control which way I'm tossed in the gale. Undreamed of 
sensations are transforming a girl's mind and body into a woman's. 
Every second seems to stretch out endlessly. Then I feel his manhood 
throbs as it delivers its fiery load into my belly. His powerful 
body presses mine into the mattress. All I can do is lay there and 
moan as his cock rubs inside my cunt, pumping me full of hot male 
spunk. "Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhooooooooooo," I groan deliriously as 
my own groin erupts with cum. 

My thoughts that I am now truly a woman are shattered by another 
orgasm, then a third. Each of the years of frustration and chastity 
seems to resonate now with another climatic aftershock. Finally, the 
ecstasy consumes me. My eyes roll up into my head and I pass out. 

- - - - - - 

Ever so slowly I float back to consciousness. First becoming aware 
of the warmth and security of strong male arms holding me close. 
Tom's naked flesh presses snugly against mine. I open my eyes to 
see a look of concern and relief on the handsome face I love. I 
cover that face with 100 kisses whispering, "Thank you, Thank you, 
Thank you, Thank you." 

"You are incredible," says Tom, "So hot and vibrant with limitless 
sexuality." I bask in his admiration and approval. He thinks I'm a 
good lover, not a "frigid scumbag" as I've heard other girls 
described. He kisses me long and well, crushing my breasts, his 
limp cock leaving a wet trail on my thigh. I feel my nipples 
getting hard again, a sign of returning desire. I reach down to 
hold his marvelous cock and begin rhythmically squeezing. In 
response, he pulls me close and kisses me well. I feel his cock 
twitching, but it's not ready to get hard again. The love oils 
begin to flow again in my pussy. I wonder if all girls want more so 
soon after losing their virginity? 

He breaks the kiss to ask, "What are you trying to do you horny 
little vixen?" I smile and plead, "More, Master, please let's fuck 
again." He shakes his head and explains, "You can't imagine how 
much I want to do just that, but right now your pussy is too sore 
after its first fuck. What's more, its getting late, we must get 
ready to leave. If we get back after your curfew then there'll be 
hell to pay." I giggle at the pun. 

"You have earned a name," he says turning serious. "Thank you 
Master," I reply. "Perhaps, Flower, or Passion, or Nipples, or 
Sara, or Honeypot, or Slime." He ponders. "I like Flower or Sara, 
Master." I prod not wishing to be named Slime. "It is not your 
choice, but mine slave." He reminds me with a playful slap on my 
ass. "Ow! Of course Master, I only wished to be helpful." I say 
placatingly. 

His expression changes and I know he has decided on my new name. He 
declares, "I place on you the slave name 'Cathy Goodhead'. It 
reminds me of a beautiful and passionate free woman I once knew who 
is no more. Understand that although it is similar to your name as a 
free woman, it has been placed on you as a slave name and may be 
removed or changed instantly at the whim of your Master." I 
gratefully reply, "Yes Master, I am Cathy Goodhead. Thank you for 
such a pretty name." 

"Now something to help us always remember this night." He says, 
reaching down between my legs, rubbing along my slit, then bringing 
dripping fingers back up. They are coated with our mingled cum, 
decorated with thin strings of red, the blood of my sundered 
maidenhood. He commands, "Open!" When I open my lips, he wipes the 
mixture on my tongue and orders, "Suck!" I close my lips over his 
fingers and taste my own blood mixed with the saltiness of his come 
and mine. He removes his fingers and kisses me. His tongue caresses 
mine, taking the undeniable sign of his victory from the lips of his 
conquest. I know I will never in my life forget this singular taste 
and this momentous night. 

We rise and go to the bathroom holding each other closely. Helping 
each other wash becomes an erotic tickling match. When I clean the 
spunk out of my pussy, I feel the soreness he mentioned. I'm glad 
he had the wisdom not to succumb to my attempted seduction. 

"Get back on the bed and hold open your pussy lips," he commands 
then gets a small tube of ointment. First squeezing it on his 
fingers to warm it he explains, "This will relieve the soreness and 
help you heal quickly." With exquisite gentleness, his fingers 
spread the ointment inside me. At first I stiffen at the intrusion, 
but then I feel pleasant warmth that dulls the pain. I'm able to 
relax as he repeats the process several times until he's satisfied. 

We get dressed. Tom's finished before me, of course. He calls the 
limousine guy and tells me, "He'll be here in 10 minutes." Then he 
helps me finish getting dressed, paying special attention to getting 
my boobs back into their casings. On the way home we cuddle and 
kiss in the back of the limousine. We each whisper how marvelous 
the other is, how perfect this night, and how we will have forever 
together to repeat everything again and again. 

I confess, "I don't know how I'll be able to hide what's happened 
this marvelous night. I want to dance, sing, shout it out to the 
world. I feel like a different person, one who was blind and can 
now see. I'm sure that just by looking at me, my parents will know." 
Tom just smiles and let me ramble on. 

The limousine arrives at my house with two minutes to spare. Tom 
puts his jacket over my shoulders "For the cold, return it 
tomorrow." After we kiss the final time Tom whispers in my ear, 
"Beautiful Princess Now Passionate Slave will behave normally so no 
one suspects what happened tonight." I played our game and 
repeated, "This passionate slave will behave normally so no one 
suspects what happened tonight." I hung on his every word "No one 
can tell how you've changed. Your dreams tonight will be happy and 
filled with erotic thoughts of us. You will not touch yourself or 
be able to orgasm. You will sleep until the sun rises. All day long, 
erotic images from your dreams will enter your thoughts. After 
lunch, I will pick you up to go shopping until your curfew." I 
whisper back, "Yes, beloved Master." 

Tom's jacket hid just how revealing the dress was and how disheveled 
it looked from the Preacher when I entered the house. Mom took me 
upstairs to help me change. She wanted to know everything that 
happened. I told her it was the most marvelous night of my life, 
but that I was very tired and would give her details tomorrow. She 
left with this silly grin on her face. It was only after she left 
that I realized that I had no panties on. She must have noticed, 
but said nothing. I was so tired that I was asleep ten seconds 
after my head hit the pillow. 

I awoke horny, thinking of my beloved Tom, wishing that he lay 
beside me. All night long I'd been dreaming of how he held me, how 
he touched me, how he made me feel so good about myself. I wished I 
could run downstairs into his arms right this moment instead of 
seeing him after lunch. However, It was Sunday. So like every 
other Sunday, I got ready to go to church. After a quick breakfast, 
mom and I take the two-minute walk. The Preacher had left an hour 
before. 

I was the lead singer in the church choir. Everyone says I have a 
voice like an angel. When I stand out front above the congregation 
in my long virginally white robes, I suppose that I must look like 
an angel too. However, this morning my thoughts are definitely not 
angelic. I can't get Tom out of my mind. The memory of his hands 
on my skin is making me hot. Both my nipples and pussy are 
beginning to react. 

Over the last two years as my boobs ballooned, the altar boys have 
been giving them increasing attention. They're staring even now as 
I sing, gawking as my titties rise and fall. I realized that my 
aroused nipples are now so stiff that they are showing right through 
my robes. The feeling of their eyes is making me hotter. It's 
increasingly difficult to focus on my singing, but somehow I make it 
through. 

We all sit to listen to the sermon. The Preacher launches into a 
diatribe about the evils of lust in general and the evils of 
pre-marital sex in particular. Whenever he cites how a virtuous 
girl behaves, he looks over in my direction. I try to meet his 
eyes, but fail. I feel so guilty and unclean. When he shouts about 
eternal damnation, I can feel the flames of hell licking at my feet. 

There is a battle within me. While I listen to the sermon, all I 
know from my early years cries out that I should give up Tom and the 
temptation he represents. If I do not then I could fall from grace 
into the abyss of depravity that my dad preaches against. When the 
sermon ends, I rise to sing again. I think about how I might resist 
and turn back to the ways of moral rectitude. Lecherous images from 
my dreams keep intruding. 

They help me realize that I am not a little girl any more. I've had 
a woman's body for years, but its normal desires have been 
suppressed. My sexual awakening began with my dating. After last 
night, I am truly a woman. I can never go back to what I was. No 
longer will I deny that I have a woman's desires, passions, and 
needs. With Tom to guide me, I want to experience everything he has 
to teach. 

My thoughts return to how his extraordinary cock had me begging to 
be screwed harder. My arousal resumes building. I know I cannot 
live without those feelings. Lust will inevitably win the war for my 
body and perhaps my soul. I am too weak to resist. I need to be a 
passionate slave for my new Master. Perhaps I can do this without 
becoming dominated by licentiousness and losing my soul. Aren't 
other women able to do that? 

Before we leave the church, two of the altar boys try to get me to 
join them behind the church's barn. I know that's where they take 
their girls to "make-out". That's the first time I've ever been 
asked. They've always stayed clear of the Preacher's daughter. Is 
the change in me that obvious? Is there a sign on me that says 
"fallen woman"? 

Then I realize, there is a sign. My hand reaches up to touch my 
collar, the visible sign of my new Master's ownership. When my mom 
asked me about it this morning, I tried to brush it off saying, 
"It's a kind of choker that's in style. Tom gave it to me as a 
present." The Preacher actually grumbled some sort of approval, 
"Not overly ostentatious". Then I caught mom wearing another of 
those silly grins. Are there people in the congregation that 
suspect the true meaning of my collar? I feel the Preacher's ears 
listening to how I will answer these boys. "Thank you, but I have 
many commitments this afternoon. Good day to you both." I say. 

We all come right home after church. I tell the folks that, "I'm 
going shopping for a gift for a friend. Tom has agreed to chauffeur 
me around." Dad asks, "What time will you be home?" I answer, 
"Maybe late, we may stop by a sick friend's house to cheer her up, 
but don't worry, I'll be home before curfew." That's not quite a 
lie, I do have a friend with a mild cough and I might visit her if 
something else doesn't come up - like a hard tool between my legs. 
After finishing lunch, I go up to change. 

I thought about dressing sexy for him in a short skirt and tight 
blouse, but decided it was better to dress normally. No way I could 
give the Preacher any reason to even suspect what had happened. 
That might be the end of Tom and me. I would die if I had to give 
him up. 

Tom is coming for me. I was so happy that I practically dance down 
the stairs smiling and humming happily to myself. I'm waiting 
outside 10 minutes before one o'clock. The anticipation of his 
arrival and the memories of last night are making me more aroused 
with each passing minute. My pussy is already hot and wet. 

I check down there, hiding my hand from the house. My cunt didn't 
feel sore at all. Tom's ointment must have worked. Great - ready 
for action. As a brand-new un-virgin I was eager to explore all the 
fresh possibilities. 

He drives up in a mini-van, exactly on time. With a big smile says, 
"Hi beautiful princess, Hop in." I close the door and receive a 
quick hello kiss. Neither of us wants to tempt the fates so close 
to the house. "This is my regular car." He explains. "It looks 
great." I respond politely, not suspecting just how great. However, 
at that moment, my thoughts are on other things. 

As he drives off, I reach over to find his cock and begin squeezing 
it. "Damn, can't you wait girl?" he exclaims. "No Master, your 
slave wants to please you." I said, trying to look innocent, "Isn't 
that what a good slave is expected to do for her Master?" I know 
that would turn him on. Meanwhile, now that we're out-of-sight of 
the house, I unzip his pants, fish out his hardening cock, bend 
over, and engulf it with my mouth. 

I think back to the way he'd kept me on the edge of orgasm so many 
times. Can I get away with having at least part of my revenge right 
now? "You're making it real hard to drive." He complains, but 
doesn't ask me to stop. When my tongue gets to work I hear, "Ohhhhh 
yeah, baby that's so good." He pulls off the road a few minutes 
later and commands, "Get in the back slave and get naked." 

Reluctantly, I let his cock slip out between my lips. I reply, 
"Yes, Master." Looking around, I see that we've stopped in a very 
secluded spot that can not be seen from the road. There are no 
cars, houses, or people visible. I am really surprised when I open 
the curtain that crosses behind the front seats. "Oh, it's . 
perfect!" I exclaim. A beautiful queen-size bed takes up the entire 
back of the mini-van. The small side and back windows are darkened. 
When you closed the curtain no one can see what's happening inside. 

Quickly, I strip off my clothes, lie on my back and find a fluffy 
pillow to put under my head. Tom is right behind me. I think back a 
few days ago. The shy girl I remember would never have done this. 
If she were naked with a boy then she'd be trying to cover her tits 
and pussy with her hands. How changed I am. When I see him looking 
at my naked body, I bend my knees and spread my legs to encourage 
speed and show him the target. I have to giggle when he pops two 
buttons off his shirt in a rush to get to his prize. 

His cock stands straight away from his body still glistening with my 
saliva. It looks huge. How had I managed to take all of it in my 
little pussy? My reverie is interrupted when he latches onto my 
nipple. Left hand massaging my other tit, right hand guiding his 
dick to my juicy cunt. "Yesssssss," I moan. His rapid attack is 
just what I need. He asks, "Are you ready?" I clamor, "So ready 
Master, put it in. Fuck your slave." 

Tom eases in slowly, perhaps concerned that I might still be a 
little sore. "More," I plead, "Deeper". He begins leisurely pumping 
in and out, but most of his cock has still not penetrated into my 
greedy cunt. That is no good for me. I want it all, and now! I 
gather all my strength and wait for his cock to push in again. Then 
I grip his hips and ram my cunt upward, impaling myself on his 
spear. "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" we both gasp in unison. Our groins slap 
together. My inner muscles clamp down on the captive, trying to 
prevent his escape. 

Tom looked stunned. "Woah," was the best could come up with. I 
giggled and teased, "That's what happens when you keep a lady 
waiting. I'm not some delicate flower you know. And last night I 
learned that the girl can take the lead sometimes too." He gave me 
a big warm wonderful smile and said, "Princess you do that any time 
you want." 

Despite the best efforts of my inner muscles the captive slowly 
withdrew and almost escaped. In a moment the captive now transformed 
into an invader plunged again into my depths. We picked up the pace. 
Slurping sounds coming from my cunt as his dick drove in and out. I 
really liked when he started playing with my breasts at the same 
time. "AAAaaaaaiiiiii," that pushed me over the edge for my first 
two orgasms. I recover quickly ready for more and begin again 
thrusting to his rhythm. 

I can tell he is getting close. Then he says, "Something new for the 
big finish." I plead, "Please Master, hurry." He reaches behind my 
knees and folds my legs almost double against my chest. "Oooooooh," 
I moaned feeling his cock drive even farther then before. He picks 
up speed, driving faster and deeper then before. It feels like he 
is piercing another barrier deep within. That must be my cervix. I 
heard his shouted triumph as I felt his boiling hot seed spray 
directly into my womb. That set me off, once, twice, three, four 
times, once for each jet of cum. 

He collapses on top of me, both of us out-of-breath from our 
mini-marathon. When I start to feel his weight, I ask, "Master, 
could you please shift off of your slave?" He seems to remember 
something important and says, "Beautiful Princess Now Passionate 
Slave you must hold my first cum within every day." I don't 
understand, but play along saying, "This Passionate Slave must hold 
her Master's first cum within ever day." I listen carefully for the 
best way to do this, "Place pillows under your ass to lift it, keep 
your knees raised, so when I withdraw nothing leaks out. Staying 
this way for 30 minutes while you practice the Klegel will make you 
a better fuck." I answered, "Yes Master." 

Tom got two pillows and wedged them under my butt. I waited until 
after he withdrew before I dared to lower my legs. Not a single 
drop of his precious cum escaped. I breathed a sigh of relief. I 
asked Tom, "Please teach me about 'the Klegel'." He starts by 
asking, "Well my passionate slave, you love fucking, right?" I 
lower my eyes and admit, "Yes, Master more then anything except 
you." He gives me a big smile and says, "Good, because I'm planning 
on give you all the fucking your body can stand. It will get better 
for both of us over time if we do a few simple things." Sex better 
then it already was? Wow! I wanted to hear this. 

He instructs, "With regular fucking cunt muscles get loose and lose 
tone. This makes sex less enjoyable for both cock and cunt. Klegal 
exercises keep cunt muscles tight and in peak health. You can do 
them anytime of day without anyone knowing. You can do Klegals the 
same time you do other things like riding an elevator, waiting for a 
bus or for a lecture to start. When you get the hang of that you 
can try doing Klegals while you're walking or even talking." When 
he paused, I ask, "I think I understand, but how are they actually 
done?" 

He answers, "Think about tightening and relaxing your ass muscles 
and see how that affects your cunt muscles. Try it." I try it. 
It's sort of like isometrics, but inside. Tom smiles and 
encourages, "Excellent, I think you got it right away. As you 
become more sensitive you can be more selective and really develop 
your pussy muscles. Finally, your cunt will be able to virtually 
milk a guy's cock. Sometimes that's called a snapping pussy. Once 
you can do that, no guy will ever want to lose you." 

I definitely like the sound of that. With a snapping pussy Tom 
would never let me go. I began immediately. Before I know it, 30 
minutes is over. Tom had rested next to me cuddling, kissing, and 
playing with my tits, while I gently squeezed his cock with my hand. 
It was a very pleasant way to relax after our great sex. He was 
right. Klegals were easy and even after 30 minutes I could feel a 
difference. I resolved to continue doing Klegals during the entire 
day every day, whenever I had a free minute. 

Now Tom places a towel under my cunt so when I sit up all the cum 
that pours out of me doesn't ruin the bed. I am amazed at how much 
there is. We clean up and dress - without underwear, of course. 
Getting into the front seats, Tom starts driving. His right hand 
reaches between my legs, but I close them without thinking. I open 
them quickly and apologize, "Forgive me Master, but perhaps my body 
needs a break from all the pleasure you have given me." Silently 
his hand moves back to the wheel. I sigh with relief, but can tell 
he hoped for a different response from me. 

Once we're on the main road, Tom says, "Beautiful Princess Now 
Passionate Slave, your need and desire for sex increases with each 
orgasm." I like this sexy version of our game and reply, "This 
passionate slave's need and desire for sex increases with each 
orgasm." I listen intently to find out more, Tom says, "Cathy will 
become insatiable, always wanting to be touched by and to touch her 
Master. Cathy loves being constantly aroused and being kept that 
way. To insure her Master does this, Cathy will make herself as 
sexy and submissive as possible. Her sexual needs and how to be more 
desirable, pleasing, and obedient to her Master will increasingly 
dominate Cathy's thoughts. You will not remember these words, but 
you will obey." I responded, "Yes, Master." 

Even though I'd just had several fantastic orgasms, I felt an 
impulse to touch Tom's cock. My hand drifts between his legs and 
begins gently rubbing. "Ummmmm," he says happily. Left hand holding 
the steering wheel, his right hand lifts my skirt and moves between 
my legs. I spread them apart to make it easier for him to begin 
teasing my naked pussy. My eyes close and I lean back as I feel my 
arousal begin to grow once again. Why didn't I let him do this 
before? 

Tom drives to Huntingtonville, two towns away. It's actually the 
county seat and almost a city. Certainly it's a center for 
government, business, and what the Preacher calls, the minions of 
evil. By the time we stop, I want to screw again in the back, but 
Tom gets out and comes around to help me out. I settle for rubbing 
against him and snuggling close as we walk. 

We end up at a bathing suit store. "My princess needs new sexy 
clothes. We'll begin here." I smile, knowing he want me to display 
my lovely body almost as much as I want to look sexy for him. I'm 
only allowed to consider bikinis, which is good because I want to 
look so sexy that he'll only look at me. First we look at racing 
suits for the swim team. Tom helps me pick out 8 possible suits and 
we look for a place to try them on. 

Tom comes into the changing room to "help" me. By this time I 
really need "it", but my old shyness reasserts itself. I can't do 
it here, in a store. So I try to shoo him out of the changing room, 
before he gets any ideas. 

- - - - - - 

Tom is trying to adjust to the amazingly sensitivity of Cathy's 
body. The aphrodisiac he gave her last night has long since worn 
off, but today her nipples and pussy react like he had given her an 
additional triple strength dose. The day after her first fuck, she 
is reacting sexually like a slave who has been in training for 
months. She has more orgasms then almost anyone her ever heard 
about. Then he smiles remembering the identity of that older woman. 
His cock is getting hard at the thought of what Cathy might be like 
after she has several months of training. Well, no time like the 
present to get started. 

Tom ignores Cathy's efforts to shoo him out and "helps her" undress. 
Now naked, she I tries to protest, "Please Master, we can't, not in 
the store." With a few touches Tom has so hot that her feeble 
protests change into ardent moans. As he lifts her docile body from 
the floor, she wraps her arms around his shoulders for balance. The 
softness of her tits pressed against his chest is fantastic. Then 
he slowly lowers her anxious cunt onto his iron hard manhood and 
impales her with it. Locking her lips in a kiss to muffle the 
sound, they begin fucking. He feels at least four separate orgasms 
ripple through her flesh. He was right about her being turned on by 
the possibility of exposure. His own climax is almost here. 
Thrusting his cock to the hilt, his boiling seed shoots into her 
womb. He feels her body shuddering with more orgasms and holds her 
until they pass and she can stand on her own. 

He makes sure that their combined juices don't spill on the floor 
when he pulls out and helps her clean the rest off. She licks his 
cock clean. It's becoming something of a tradition. Then they try 
on each of the bathing suits. Tom makes sure that they're all easy 
to remove with just a few pulls in the right places. 

They leave the store with four new bathing suits. Two are the 
sexier style racing suits in yellow and red. The next Tom picked. 
Cathy chatters happily away as they walk, "It's even sexier then the 
suit that Jen gave me. It's just as skimpy and shear plus its flesh 
tone. From more the 5 feet away I look naked. I doubt that I'll 
last ten minutes in it before you strip it off me. Fortunately, the 
last bathing suit is quite conservative for a two-piece. It's black 
and makes my boobs seem a little smaller then my one piece. That's 
even with just enough padding in the front to keep my naughty 
nipples from showing constantly. You like that by pulling only four 
ties, you can have me completely naked in five seconds flat." 

Tom tells me about a church sponsored overnight canoe trip next 
weekend. They need teenagers like us who are good swimmers to help 
out. This last bathing suit would be perfect for that trip. 

The next store is trendy teen girls' store. It's the type of store 
that Jen and all the popular girls buy their sexy clothes. We pick 
out super-mini skirts, cut-off shorts, translucent blouses, tube 
tops, and really naughty lingerie. I managed to keep Tom out of the 
changing room this time by promising to come out and show him each 
outfit. He has me turn and pose differently each time. A few of 
the other customers always stop to watch. It's all beginning to 
arouse me again. 

I couldn't come out in the lingerie that lifted my boobs, but left 
them bare. It was also crotch-less. So, I let Tom enter to take a 
quick look. The next thing I know, I'm riding his hard cock again 
and begging his to kiss me before I climax. Tom has a magical way 
with my body. His fingers seem to cast a spell enchanting my 
lustful flesh with an irresistible need for his cock. We're 
definitely getting that lingerie. 

Together we gather up our selections and go to pay. Tom says, "You 
look way better in these new clothes then Jen or her friends could 
ever hope." As usual, he is trying to boost my ego. I kiss him and 
reply, "I feel better about myself when I'm with you." What he said 
was true, by the standards of the other kids my age I now looked 
sexy without being slutty. However, by my old standards, these new 
clothes make me look like a tramp. It will take me some time to get 
used to this new style. 

I walk out arm and arm with Tom in a pair of skintight white shorts 
that ends just under my crotch. From behind, half my ass shows. In 
front, you can make out the outline of my pussy lips if I stand the 
right way. Tom had helped me tie a semi-transparent pink blouse 
with a floral design right under my tits exposing my navel. Most of 
my cleavage shows and it's clear that I'm not wearing a bra. 

When I see the way people look at me I wonder if I'd be better off 
stark naked. We stop by a diner to get lunch. Sitting at a table 
right by the door, everyone not staring at my tits instead stares at 
my navel, legs, or crotch. Being on display like that is getting me 
very hot. My nipples are clearly visible through the shear fabric. 
Tom is no help. He's playing footsie with me under the table. I 
can barely focus on eating even though I'm starving after this 
morning's multiple lovemaking sessions. 

After we finish eating and Tom pays the bill, I want to go straight 
back to the van and jump on his bones. Tom insists on going to one 
more store. We enter the Pink Pussycat, an erotic boutique. The 
first thing he selects is a leash. It's attaches to the small ring 
in my collar. He asks, "What are you?" I whisper in reply so no 
one in the store hears, "Your passionate slave, Master." 
Thereafter, Tom guides me around the store by my leash. I'm 
surprised to find that I like being so visibly dominated by him, but 
I'm afraid of what might happen if word gets back home. 

He has me try on several obscene necklaces that all fall deep within 
my cleavage, drawing even more attention to it. All of them are put 
on from the front where he must press into my already aroused 
nipples to snap the catch open or shut. It's making me breath 
deeper and sending tingles down between my legs. I sart wondering 
if there's a dressing room in this store too. 

Finally he selects a charm about one inch long that looks like a 
cock and balls. The head is ruby red, the shaft is white, and the 
balls are saffire blue, very patriotic. The head and balls reflect 
the light like gemstones, naturally drawing attention to my tits 
where it rests just above the line of my nipples. 

If that was not bad enough, Tom also measures me for wrist and ankle 
chains, "It's necessary equipment to train a new slave." Finally, 
he selects a short whip that may be used to discipline a slave. 
"Kiss it," he commands. I glance around to see if anyone is 
watching us and then I obey. It sends a submissive thrill through 
me. He removes the leash and I am told to take everything to the 
cashier and say, "My Master wishes to be sure that these chains will 
fully restrain me." 

When I repeat this to the storeowner, he slowly checks me out like 
he's wondering how good a fuck I am. He seems to have the same 
dominant strength that draws me to Tom. I lower my eyes when I feel 
my already aroused pussy get damp. He picks up the chains, weighs 
them in his hand, then turns quickly to the right. Naturally, I 
follow his gaze to see what is there. Suddenly, I'm on the floor, 
my hands are jerked upward, then my feet. The next thing I know I 
can't move. Short lengths of chain attach my wrists and ankles to 
the metal ring of my collar. I've been rendered totally helpless. 
It could not have taken more then 10 seconds. 

When I look up, Tom and the storeowner are grinning at each other. 
"They'll do," says Tom. Looking down he commands, "Say nothing, 
slave." He then ignores me and pays the storeowner. They spend the 
next 15 minutes talking about people they both know. I don't 
understand everything, but apparently there are many Masters and 
slaves who shop here. 

I lay powerless at their feet, a bound slave ordered to silence. My 
emotions fluctuate between anger at being treated this way, fear of 
what might happen if I speak, and wonder at hearing hints about a 
world and lifestyle that I never suspected existed. However, as the 
minutes tick by, the overwhelming emotion becomes arousal at being 
dominated by these two strong men. 

Finally, the two men are done. With a few quick twists of his 
fingers, Tom releases me and lifts me to my feet. As we walk out of 
the store, I have a sudden urge to give my hips a little extra sway. 
Was the storeowner watching my ass move in these tight shorts? Why 
did I do that? 

When the door to the van closes, neither of us can seem to get their 
clothes off fast enough. We fuck like minxes. Afterwards, while we 
rest Tom says, "Seeing you in chains is a real turn-on for me. And 
you did not speak. I'm proud of you. "Thank you Master," I reply. 
He explains, "If you spoke there would have been immediate 
discipline by the whip." I asked, "Would you truly whip me, 
Master." Looking amused he said, "Of course. It's a necessary part 
of your slave training. I'm being lenient now because you are new to 
your slavery, but disobedience of a direct command before another 
Master could never be ignored." I shiver at the thought of how the 
whip will feel against my skin. 

Tom takes the whip out of its bag, tosses it across the bed, and 
directs, "Bring me the whip using only your teeth." I go to where 
it lays on the bed, bend over, bite down on it, then crawl back to 
Tom. He positions me and I move to each of his commands, "Kneel in 
front of me. Knees spread. Shoulders back. Tits thrust forward. 
Hands on thighs, palms up. Eyes down. Good this is your first slave 
position. Immediately resume this posture whenever you head the 
command 'position'." He takes the whip from between my teeth so I 
may respond, "Yes, Master." 

He continues, "This position is sometimes called 'Kneeling to the 
whip'. A slave kisses her Master's whip as a sign of her 
submission." He places the whip horizontally before me. I not only 
kiss it, but begin licking the shaft, pretending it is his cock. I 
want to tease him and get him as hot as this is making me. 

The whip is shifted quickly downward. It slides lengthwise down into 
the furrow of my open twat. "AAAAAAAaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii," I scream as 
I flash-orgasm. "Position!" Tom commands. I restore my body to the 
correct pose. He replaces the whip with his hand, sliding two 
fingers into my pussy. I begin humping them and climax three more 
times. By now Tom's cock is nice and hard. He turns me around and 
drives it into my cunt from behind. "Bite down on the whip," he 
commands as he places it between my teeth, "Do not let it drop." 

The submissiveness of being gagged in this way helps me to four more 
orgasms before I feel him shoot his load. I love the whip, but will 
I feel the same way if it's used to discipline my tender flesh? I 
believe he would really use it on me if I was sufficiently 
displeasing. I resolve not to give him a reason to do so. After we 
recover, we clean and dress. 

Then Tom drives about 10 minutes until we reach a luxury hotel and 
says, "This is my uncle's place. It's the best hotel in town. 
People come from all over the world to stay here. Since it's slow 
on the weekends I've got an open invitation to use a room for free." 

I raise my eyebrow and asked petulantly, "Oh, and how may other 
girls have you brought here?" He gives me a stern look. Thinking 
of the whip, I recant, "I'm sorry Master, a slave should not ask 
such questions." Then Tom smiles and answers, "When my uncle heard 
about you, he wanted to meet you." 

After we park, Tom and I go in search of his uncle. He's the first 
place we look, in his office. Before we went in he tells me, "Call 
him Mr. Smitts, but say nothing unless he speaks directly to you." 
Is he somehow like the owner of the Pink Pussycat? Tom knocks on 
the door. When his uncle looks up, his face breaks into a big 
smile, he comes out from behind his desk, and gives Tom a bear hug. 

Then he turns to me with a dazzling smile. I feel like he is the 
most charming man that I've ever met and I'm the center of his 
universe. For the second time that day a man gives my body a through 
appraisal, assessing how good a fuck I am. However, this time it's 
homage to my beauty, my eyes lower when I feel my pussy tingle. In 
the tight shorts and shear blouse tied to show both mid-drift and 
cleavage, I'm well displayed. My body holds the attention of men 
like Tom's Uncle Smitts. I feel proud for both myself and for Tom. 

Finally, he says, "Hello Cathy, you are as voluptuous as I've 
heard." I feel myself blush from the attention of this charismatic 
man, but manage to reply. "Thank you Mr. Smitts." He glances at Tom 
as if seeking his permission. When Tom nods his ascent, I'm 
smothered in the same type of bear hug Mr. Smitts gave Tom except my 
tits are crushed against him and I can feel his hardening cock press 
against my thigh. My automatic reaction is to struggle against his 
arms, but it's like trying to bend steel bands. Being helplessly 
held in such an intimate way by this powerful male is arousing me. 

I'm breathing heavily when Uncle Arnold releases me. Staring into 
space, trying to control the unexpected reactions of my body. He 
says, "Charming, simply charming. I can see why you took her Tom. 
When you start in our kitchen in two weeks feel free to bring Cathy 
along. I'm sure we can use her - as a waitress perhaps. She might 
even earn more money then you. Well, thank you both for stopping by 
to see an old man. Enjoy your stay." Tom understands that this is 
a dismissal, but is nevertheless really pleased at how things went. 
He guides me out saying, "Thanks Uncle Arnold, that'd be fantastic. 
I'll let you know about Cathy soon." 

Tom guides me out saying, "Cathy you were great. Uncle Arnold 
really liked you. It's very rare for him to take to anyone so 
quickly. You should feel honored (I do). And did you hear that he 
offered you a job? Don't answer now, we'll talk about it in a few 
days." I'm still in a daze, but happy that both Tom and his uncle 
are pleased with me. 

The next thing I know we're in a hotel room and we're together on 
the bed. Tom's hands are caressing me in a way that turns the heat 
of my desire into a blazing bonfire. I don't even remove my clothes 
before I climb on top of him and ram my cunt onto his hard spear, 
trying to quench the blaze in my loins. 

It doesn't work. When I wake up, still spread-eagled on top of my 
lover. I recall a long lovemaking session with several powerful 
orgasms, but I'm even hornier then before. I try to resume fucking, 
but Tom's soft cock slides out of my slippery twat. I attempt to 
use my lips and tongue the way he trained me to get it hard again. 

It doesn't take long. I'm getting better at giving head. I want to 
shift around and get that hard cock back in my cunt, but Tom is now 
holding my head and thrusting deep into my throat. I submit to his 
desires and keep sucking until I swallow every bit of his savory 
cum. 

"I want a fashion show." He says. "Yes Master, I reply." Tom has 
me change in the bathroom into each new outfit we bought earlier. 
When I come out, I perform another striptease trying to remember all 
the move he showed me. I do my best to turn him on so he'll stop 
this damn fashion show and screw me. However, at the same time I 
see that he's training me on varying my movements depending on what 
I'm wearing. I also vary the order to prevent my dancing from 
getting staid and boring. 

A side effect is that we're both getting more aroused with each 
"act" I put on. Tom had me save the flesh-tone bikini for last. 
When this comes off, I'm determined to jump his bones again. 

He has other plans. When I come, Tom who's now in his bathing suit 
hustles me out the door. I don't want to be seen wearing this next 
to nothing bathing suit walking through a hotel, but Tom insists 
that we go swimming. I protest, "I don't even have a towel or 
shoes." He replies, "There are towels down by the pool which is on 
the other side of this floor. Let's go." We have to pass through 
the crowded hotel lobby. Tom makes a point of stopping and 
adjusting my bikini bottom so it rides deeper into both my ass and 
my slit. Even more of my ass and my dark cunt hairs are visible. 
Then he makes me twirl around three times so he can approve the 
result before we continue. 

I feel every eye in the lobby on my body. Virtually all 
conversation has stopped. I give an extra hop to make my extensive 
cleavage bounce even more at the end of each twirl. My nipples are 
ready to blast off they're poking up so much against the material of 
the bikini top. Tom knows this exhibitionism is making me hot. My 
breathing is getting deeper and my pussy juices have already made 
the bikini bottoms wet. After approval is given, we leave the lobby 
for the pool. I hear the buzz of conversation resume behind us. I 
know they're talking about me. 

We both want to get right into the water of the Olympic size indoor 
pool. It's very warm. We do 20 laps of freestyle, concentrating on 
style, not speed. I do the backstroke to feel eyes on my tits that 
rise out of the water like two fleshy peaks. Then we try some 
races. Tom wins easily ever time. On the next race I decide to 
cheat. I pull his bathing suit halfway down his legs then leap away 
swimming with all my might. 

I get to the other side first. I win! Turning around, I see Tom is 
right on top of me. His body traps mime against the side of the 
pool. The water is up to my shoulders. I feel two quick pulls and 
my bikini bottom is gone! I feel the skin of his cock pressing 
against my unprotected twat just as I see his bathing suit floating 
on the other side of the pool. 

My Master declares, "You must be disciplined for cheating, slave." 
He brushes aside the two triangles of my bikini top and begins a 
tantalizing massage of my tits. At the same moment, he kisses me 
preventing any verbal response. No words are necessary. Our body 
language is more then sufficient. My arms wrap him as I press my 
flesh into his. My desire flames uncontrollably as I feel his hands 
move down to my ass pushing his cock inside me. As it slides into 
my cunt, my legs wrap around his pulling him deeper inside me. 

How much trouble are we going to get into if we're caught? I look 
around and see that there are only two other couples in the pool. 
The women look to be 5 and 10 years older then me. The men each 5 
year older then their partners. They are both embracing apparently 
inspired by our example. There are now several bathing suits 
floating on the surface of the water. What kind of hotel is this, I 
wonder? 

My eyes close then. All I can think about is the pounding of the 
hard cock inside me. Once you get going, being fucked in a pool 
isn't that different except for the waves our thrusting creates. It 
doesn't stop me from crying out as each orgasm takes me. I hear 
other impassioned cries and lose track of whether they are mine or 
from the other women being fucked in the pool. When I feel sizzling 
cum shot into my cunt, I join Tom in an orgasmic shout as we climax 
together. 

I hear mild applause and open my eyes. The two other couples came 
over to watch us after they were finished. Tom and I were fucking 
the longest and apparently were the most spectacular. Each of the 
couples thank us profusely for encouraging them to have the best sex 
they can remember. 

For no reason, I start crying. The other two women hug me and 
likewise burst into tears. It's a very emotional, but equally 
strange moment. The three of us hugging and crying naked in the 
pool attended by our equally naked lovers. 

Gently we disengage. One of the men suggests that we all get 
together in their large suite to, "get to know each other better". 
The others all chime in that this is a great idea. I don't know 
what to say. Tom smiles warmly saying, "Thank you so much for a 
gracious and generous offer. We cannot tell you how much it is 
appreciated. Unfortunately, my slave's training has not advanced to 
the stage where we could accept." 

I was astonished. Tom had come right out and said I was his slave. 
What's more the others seemed to take it as an entirely normal and 
natural condition. They seemed to understand him completely. The 
four of them said goodbye and departed together for the suite 
upstairs. 

Tom helped me retrieve my bathing suit and we got dressed. I had a 
million questions. His answer was, "Beautiful Princess Now 
Passionate Slave will never speak of slavery to those who know not 
of it." This was a secrets game so I replied, "This passionate slave 
will never speak of slavery to those who know not of it. It became 
clearer when he said, "The people in this part of the hotel are all 
Masters or slaves. It is a well-kept secret. They come here to 
meet, play, and discuss issues of mutual interest away from those 
who would not understand. Often Masters will swap slaves on a 
temporary or permanent basis. Other times they will play together 
in groups of different sizes. You will not question the propriety 
of anything I have told you." I replied, "I understand, Master." 

It was time to leave if were going to make it back in time for my 
curfew. We went back upstairs to get dressed. On the way I asked 
my Master, "Would you really give me to another Master?" He 
stopped, looked into my eyes and replied, "Yes I would if you are 
not sufficiently pleasing, but it would be done for your benefit as 
well as mine. Sometime a relationship becomes stale and a slave 
only flourishes under the whip of a new Master." I said nothing, 
but thought hard on his words. I never wished to leave the side of 
my love. I resolved to always be pleasing and never allow our 
relationship to become stale. 

On the drive back our hands once again rested between each other's 
legs. I was getting really hot when we stopped near my house. I 
was delighted that there was just time for one more quick fuck. I 
told Tom, "That was as satisfying as the rest of our couplings. For 
the first time that day I think that my cunt might have had enough 
sex and was sated. I was looking forward to a chance to collapse 
into my own bed and just sleep. It's been such an eventful day, my 
body needs a chance to rest and recuperate. Once my head hits the 
pillow, I may sleep for a week." 

Tom had a mischievous smile as he answers, "Beautiful Princess Now 
Passionate Slave your dreams will be intensely erotic." I loved 
playing this game with Tom, "This Passionate Slave's dreams will be 
intensely erotic." I needed to hear the details from Tom who said, 
"Tonight constant dreams of our sex in the past and in the future 
will make you so horny you must masturbate until you orgasm. You 
will climax again and again until you sleep. Each time you wake 
this will repeat. Each time you orgasm your slavery, your love, and 
your sexual appetites will all grow more profound. Once you see the 
sun your desire will continue to grow each passing minute, but you 
will not climax until my cock is inside you. You will be able to eat 
quickly and be ready for me to take you to school by 6 A.M. for some 
early studying. Do not remember these words, but obey them." I 
responded, "Yes, Master." 

Tom helps me dress in the same clothes that I'd left the house with. 
This time complete with both bra and panties. We get into the front 
seats and drive the sort distance to my house. He comes around to my 
side and helps me out. He hands me a bag that contains three 
bathing suits. The rest of my purchases, including the phallic 
necklace are safely stored in the van. This time I think it's safe 
enough to give him peck on the lips. 

Mom opened the door and asked me about my afternoon and evening. 
I've been gone for nine hours. I couldn't tell her that I'd lost 
track of the number or orgasms I'd had so I just said, "fine." I 
told her about the new bathing suits (except the sexiest one) and 
how good I felt in Tom's company. We spent a little time talking 
about my big date the day before. I describe the food, dancing, and 
Tom's good manners. Then I excused myself to go to bed. 

I barely had the energy to strip off my clothes. I collapse on my 
bed naked except for my Master's collar. Where are my nightshirt and 
clean panties? I argue with myself about getting out of bed to find 
them. At the same time, I'm starting to feel very sexy. That gives 
me the excuse I needed to give up. I decide to go to bed in the 
nude for the first time in my life. After all, I'd spent a lot of 
the day either naked or wearing clothes that left me almost nude. 

Once I settled into bed and closed my eyes, my thoughts drifted to 
my incredible afternoon and night with Tom. What we did in the pool 
was so hot. Somehow, one hand found its way between my legs and 
began to gently stroke the soft folds of my labia. Carnal images 
kept flashing across the inside of my eyelids and my fingers began 
moving faster and deeper into my pussy. My other hand lifted to my 
tits and began pulling on a nipple to make it longer and harder. I 
felt helpless to stop myself. It was like I was submitting to 
another who was caressing my most sensitive flesh. Before I really 
knew what was happening, "oooooooOOOOOHHHHH!" I came 
between gritted teeth to try to muffle the sound. 

It was the first time I'd ever masturbated, let alone climaxed when 
playing with myself. Why hadn't I ever done this before? It felt so 
good. I should have never listened to the Preachers sermons about 
the evils of self-love. The erotic didn't want to end. If anything 
they came stronger and faster. My fingers resumed their tender 
ministrations. I started climbing another ladder of passion. 

I don't know how may orgasms I had before I at last fell asleep, but 
whenever I awoke I'd remember the most obscene dreams of being 
bound, disciplined, dominated, and fucked. It would begin the cycle 
of arousal began all over again. It seemed like my body was 
determined to make of for all those years of denial. I couldn't 
stop playing with myself. I didn't want to. Reliving both the 
dreams and memories of lustful couplings was so incomparably sweet. 
My fingers caressed all the secret places as I fantasized of 
submitting to my Master over and over in love, passion, 
obedience, and joy. 

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