Emma finds her Master

D/s,  M/f, exhibitionism, humiliation,  some F/f, 

The following Saturday he took me to dinner.  Wined and dined me.  He looked beautiful.  Made me laugh.  Kept me amused.  Listened attentively.  Usually I tried to keep unnoticed, out of sight even in a crowd.  I dressed accordingly.  But tonight I had wanted to be seen.  I had bought a dress, which showed my cleavage.  I wanted him to look at me, notice me.  All week I had known I had thrown myself at him.  It scared me and yet excited me. As the meal wore on I knew I was becoming horny.  My sex grew more and more itchy.  In the past I had to be persuaded to have any form of sex.  With Stephen I was eager before any suggestion of his.  I wanted to suggest it.  That week I had masturbated far more often than usual.  Wanted to be with him.  Imagined all sorts of situations where I was in his power.  Thought of the orgasms he had given me.  I wanted him to take me, make me.  Maybe he noticed something in my eyes, maybe he guessed.  Maybe he wanted the same as me.

Over coffee he mentioned sex for the first time.  He spoke casually as though it had been a continuation of our discussion.
"In a few minutes you are to take a cab to my house.  I will follow separately.  In the house you will go to the bedroom, strip naked, and wait for me.  You will kneel on the bed, offering yourself.  On all fours.  Like a bitch on heat."
"Yes."  I croaked. Throat dry.  I couldn't think of anything else to say.  He gave me a key.  The code of the alarm.

A taxi was sent for.  It occurred to me that it was far safer than it seemed.  He had effectively given me a way out.  I could direct the taxi anywhere.  Not necessarily to the house.  I climbed in.  Gave Stephen's address.  I had a strange desire to take off my underwear in the car.  Too panicky.  The thought arousing.  If he had said...

I slipped out of my dress.  Hung it on a hanger in his wardrobe.  Sat on the bed.  Took off my underwear.  Naked now.  Beginning to worry.  Climbed up onto the bed.  Tried out various positions.  Felt disgusting.  My sex felt sticky and fat.  The door!  I knelt, as his whore should.

Stephen came into the room.  My breathing jangling my breasts.  He was looking at me.  I looked at the bed red faced.  Embarrassed more by the knowledge of my arousal than by what I was doing.  Told me to open my legs a little wider.  Thought I could smell my arousal.  The shameful agony of displaying myself like this.  Began to rise.  Told to stay down.  That was what I needed.  I couldn't escape then.  He stood next to me.  Dressed.  Whilst I was naked.  A picture of the couple rutting as we watched flashed through my memory.

His hand stroked my back.  Stroked my buttocks.
"That's good.  I like you to show me your body.  Do you like it?"
"Yes.  It's a little embarrassing though."
"Does it make you feel naughty?  Does it excite you as well?"
"Yes.  Yes it does.  You make me want to be naughty."  His hands stroked over my skin.
"You shouldn't be acting like this, but it excites you too much to stop?"
"Mmmmm.  I've never done anything like this before.  You don't mind do you?  You don't think I'm being... too disgraceful?"
"No.  I love you being full of disgrace.  Do you want to stop?  Want me to stop?"
"Oh God no!"
"Have you ever seen a bitch on heat?"
"A dog?  Yes."
"What does she do?"
"She offers herself to the male dog."
"How?"
"She lifts her tail so that her bottom is on display.  So that he can see that she's aroused.  She sometimes licks his penis."  I felt myself push up even more for him.

Kneeling naked for him!  His hand stroking me.  I knew I was on heat.  My buttocks thrust.  I wanted to lick him, to make him want me.  His fingers played down the divide of my buttocks.  I pushed up rather obviously.  Fingers pressing along the smoothness from back over my puckered private opening and found my wetness.  Whimpered.  It felt good to whimper.

I felt so embarrassed.  Horny.  Fingers resting between my lips.  In the sticky warmth of me.  A long deep moan came from me.  His other hand reached under me.  Took a breast.  Testing the hardness of a nipple.  Almost painfully, but it was good.  Fingers slid inside my body.  In and out.  He fingered me and watched me respond whilst he did it.  Tendrils of pleasure grasping out from both my breast and sex.  Orgasm building.  All too much.  Displaying myself so sexually.  His fingers.  Being so naughty.  Not being able to stop him.  He left me on the brink.  Pleaded in vain.  Groaned, silently cursed, but stayed in position.  Felt good not to move.

From my hands and knees I watched him undress. I so liked that.  Enjoyed watching him.  His body hard.  His erection large, hard.  He wanted me.  Yes.  I aroused him.  Joined me on the bed.  
"Do you have animal needs?"
"Yes."  
"Are you on heat?"
"Oh God! Yes! Yes."
"Lick me. Just your mouth.  Not your hands.  If your mouth is good I'll rut you."
Still on my knees I turned to him.  Licked all over his hard throbbing cock.  It was alive.  Rubbed my mouth over it.  Over his balls.  Wanting to give.  His earlier fingering leaving me molten inside.  His cock smelt and tasted so masculine.  It was so hard, pulsed.  Wanting him to enjoy me.  Shaming myself before him and trying to give him pleasure.  So exciting.  Rubbed my face against him.  Lost myself.  Took him deep into my mouth.  Almost gagged.  It felt so hot and alive.  Kissed him.  Licked his knob, his veined length, and his delicate testicles.  Inside my mouth again.  Taking his gift.
"Stop."  Unwillingly I did.  "Turn around.  Breasts and face against the bed.  Display yourself.  If you look good I might use you."  Turned round.  Bent my back to stick my bottom high.  Onto my elbows.  Legs wide apart.  Moving back and forth lewdly.   "Put your hands together, as though tied."
"Yes.  Yes."  He was going to make me again.  Thank God yes.  
"Does that excite you?  Being bound?"
"Oh yes."  My need was far too demanding for me to question why.  It just did.  A lot.  Never mind the guilt, it felt right.

Wanting him to be as excited as me, enough to want to rut me.  He was.  He did.   He took me like a dog.  I hadn't ever experienced it in this position; it made me know my place.  It felt so good with his hardness deep inside.  He thrust and thrust and thrust.  I screamed in orgasm over and over.  Impaled on his hard flesh, my mouth in the covers.  He just kept on until he was satisfied, my body used.  I was just an animal.

I kept thinking about Stephen.  The girls in the office could tell, making facetious remarks.  Throughout the week I had been unable to stop thinking of the times we had been together. Once I had even masturbated at work in the toilet.  I was really horny these days. Thoughts of what we had done.  What he made me do.  His hands on me.  His use of me.  His strange and exciting demands.  My willingness to comply.   I loved it.  

Another day.  Another meal.  The same during the meal.  I couldn't stop thinking of what he would want me to do for him later.  I was certain he would have demands.  Again no discussion of sex until coffee.  Asked me about my sexual experiences.  It would have been an inappropriate question with from anyone else.  From him it wasn't somehow.  One that I had to accept and answer.  I told him.  All so boring.  Really boring in comparison.    Afraid that talking about my past experiences would suggest that I didn't enjoy my new ones.  Became tongue-tied.
"What are you trying to tell me?" He grinned over his coffee.  Didn't you like sex?"
"At the time I thought it was OK.  But... it seems...  it seems, well pretty boring looking back."
"Do you like it with me?"
"Oh God yes.  You know!  It's not even vaguely the same thing!  You can tell."
"What's the difference?  You prefer the way that I deal with you?"
"Yes.  Oh yes."  It seemed so forward.  I looked at the table.
"And how is that?"  I couldn't speak for a moment.  My face was ablaze.
"You know."
"Tell me."  A sip of coffee to take the dryness from my mouth.
"You tell me what to do, take charge.  I never realised.  I like to do you tell me."
"How does it make you feel?"
"You know!  It makes me so excited."
"And how do you feel about this new knowledge?"
"I don't really know.  You...  you make me feel vulnerable.  Yet.... strangely secure.  Vulnerable in a strange way.  It's like you have responsibility for me.  And... tell me to do things.  Things that I wouldn't have done if it wasn't for you.  I'd never have done them before.  But I can't do anything about it now.  It's like I can't escape.  You decide the things you want me to do.  Naughty things.  Things I shouldn't really do.  Things you make me do."  I felt that I had spoken a long time.  The pause after was as long for me, if not longer.  Staring at my coffee cup.  
"But things you find you like doing.  Things that you want to continue doing."
"Yes."  My face scarlet as I admitted it.  The tablecloth scorched by its proximity to my face.

In the car park he took me in his arms.  Took me hand to his crutch.  Opened his trousers.  I was hidden by his bulk as I held him in my hand.  Outside.  In a public place.  Hard, throbbing, hot.  He wanted me.  Like I did him.  I could have let him take me there, then.  Even if people saw us.  The thought was both frightening and exciting as I took his length inside my mouth.  I took him deeper.  I could taste his maleness.  I became possessed, possessed by his manhood and possessed by my need.  His hand in my hair pulled me from him.  Gasping, open mouthed, I looked up at him and knew that he could see me for what I was. 

He drove us.  He was sober, I felt light-headed.  Warm in the car. After a few minutes,  "Take off your dress.  Now."   As we drove through the night.  I looked at him and giggled.  He was being serious.  That sudden ache.  He was waiting. My mouth dry.  Luckily it wasn't built up.  Only a few houses.  The summer night not much past twilight.

Undid the safety belt.  Twisted in the seat, unzipped the back.  Sat back.  Breathing heavily.  Pulled off the straps one at a time.  Revealing my bra.  Lifted, pulled it over my hips, down my thighs.  Wearing hold-ups.  Wanted to feel sexy in them for him.  Sitting in transparent black bra and knickers.  I really wasn't doing this.

"Take off your bra."  Felt virtually naked already.  He couldn't ask this of me. This was too much.  But he wasn't asking me.  He was telling me to.  My vagina pulsed long and hard.  I couldn't do this.  I did.  My nipples already hard, hardened even further.  My breasts exposed.  "Now your knickers."  Again I followed his instructions.  My sex itching.  Wanting to rub myself.  Strap yourself in again."  I obeyed dumbly.  A car overtook us. "Hips forward in the seat.  Open your legs."  We drove on.  Cars every now and then. I was naked. He had made me strip in the car!  Fear and excitement coursing through me. Wetness leaking.  Daren't speak.  I could smell my arousal.  His hand occasionally rested on my thigh.

At his house.  He opened the car door for me.  I was naked!   As I stepped out I looked behind me and saw the tell tale wet stain on the leather seats.  The air cool around my damp sex, my nipples crinkled.  Standing naked bar shoes and stockings in the night.  Standing naked outside in the open!

 "Close your eyes.  You have a blindfold on.  It is over your eyes.  You cannot see anything. Tell me."
"I'm wearing a blindfold.  Stephen people might see!"  I looked around wildly.  
"Close your eyes."  I did.  He spoke softly, firmly though patiently.  "Don't do that again.  Now, can you see?"  
"I'm sorry.  No.  No I can't see."
"Why?"
"I'm wearing a blindfold for you."  Oh yes.
"Your eyes will remain closed until I tell you wont they?"
"Yes."
"Whatever happens?"
"Yes.  Whatever happens."  I sounded so meek. 

Walking naked on his arm.  Naked outside.  Wet thighs.  In my own darkness.  So strange.  Tempted to cheat.  Didn't.  Other senses prominent.  Confined but able to move.  In to the house.  Warmer.  Led into the lounge.  Took my hands.  Told me they were fastened together behind me.  Excited.  Told to stay.  I knew I would do as he wanted.  He ran a hand over me, over my breasts, stomach, and sex.  Laughed as he saw me push my naked body to him.  He knew me.  Knew myself.  Wet slut.  Made me tell him what I was.  He could do anything to me now.  Couldn't stop him. On heat again.  Always on heat for him.  Couldn't even see what he might do. Told me anyone else might be there to see me.  Verbalising it making it worse, better.

To a sofa.  Legs spread wide to sofa legs.  Pushed backward over the arm.  Held my back as I fell backwards.  Almost opening my eyes.  Crutch forced up above my head. Flagrantly, over the arm.  My hands under, behind me.  Breasts thrusting.  Never ever felt displayed and restrained like this. Aroused.  Panting.  Tingling.  Wanting his cock.  

His mouth to my ear.   "Would you like to come?"
Trying to nod desperately.
"You can.  Whenever you want."  I was so grateful.  "Could you come without me touching?"  He was near me.  His voice warm against my ear.
Mewing, nodding.  "Perhaps."  My body rippling. Thrusting up lewdly.  Wanting it.  Needing it.  Not able to reach the peak.
"Think of your audience.  These people looking at you.  Think of all these people watching, waiting for you to climax.  You'd like them to see you like this, wouldn't you?"
I hadn't thought of others there!  Frantic.  Trying to nod.  Imagining people there.  Nearer.  Looking at me, as I'm thrusting, pushing myself eagerly.  Imagining what they could see.  Grunting.  Thrusting. Wanting to come for them to see.
 "Have I to ask a total stranger to come and finger you?  Finger that really slippery cunt of yours?"
"Yes.  If you want to.  Yes."  My body hardly capable of movement, but thrusting.  So desperate.
"Who shall ask?  Someone really ugly?  Or really handsome?  A smelly tramp?  A disgusting old man?  Or a big fat woman?  A young girl?  A young boy?  They are all desperate to touch you.  I think I'll offer you to the young boy.   He's really excited you know.  You shouldn't be offering yourself like this.  He's by your legs, looking at your cunt.  Such a wet cunt.  His young cock is so stiff.  He's never touched cunt before.  You'll be his first.  Would you like him to touch you?"
Nodding crazily.

I don't know whether I really felt a finger flicker over my clit.  I think so.  Whatever, I erupted within my virtual bonds.  Moaning loudly.  Feeling my sex spray on my thighs.  I was out there.  Somewhere else.  Somewhere warm and pulsing.  Watching my body convulsing from afar.


I woke. Clean bed linen damp against my mouth.  Warm.  Satisfied.  Naked. The memories of the previous evening. Stephen.  Wetness of semen in my sex, a pleasing tenderness.  Warm flesh against my leg and back. His hand caressed my back.  Contentedly I moved under it.

He was so very good.  Much better than any of my other sexual partners.  Ridiculously so.  He knew what I wanted before I did.  He had made me aware that I wanted to give, offer myself.  His hand caressed my buttock, my thighs.  Waking me.  Stirring me.  His body against my back, his face in my hair.  My legs parted without my permission.  Hips compound the rebellion by tilting.  His hand captured gorged lips, sunk deep, into a whirlpool.  I heard him, above the sounds of my sighing, words hot against my ear.
"I want you to stay the day."  I'd never been allowed to before.
"Uh. Yes.  I'd like that."
"There is a price though."
"A price?" Confused.  I felt his erection against me.  He wanted to use me again.  "Yes.  Take me."
"You still don't know the price."
"I thought... I thought you wanted me.  Wanted to make love to me again."
"Of course, but that isn't the price.  The price is that you must obey me.  Completely." My body rubbed back against his hand as it played.

I half giggled, half sighed into the pillow.  My mind fantasised. I was embarrassingly wet.  We had acted out our fantasies.  He knew that I had fantasies about him when he wasn't there. Sometime his hand had ceased playing with me.  Rather, I was crudely rubbing myself against it.  I stopped myself sufficiently to regain some of my composure.

"Don't I usually?"
"Yes.  But this time I mean fully.  Totally."  His body was against my back.  Penis along the cleavage of my bottom.   "Do you trust me?"
"Do you ask this of everyone you bed?"  Trying to be amusing.
"No.  I decided about you a long time ago.  Then Charlotte told me that you were going to the party.  I had to see if you were ready."
"Ready?"
"Yes. To accept your sexual submissiveness, or not."
"Ha!  Not exactly politically correct is it?"
"No.  But then it is morally correct to be honest."
"You think I am a submissive?"
"Yes.  Right too am I not"
"Perhaps."
"We both know it to be true.  I think you'd like to be more."  I felt my face redden.
"You want to own me?"
"If not me, you'll need someone."  The desire to rock my hips along his hard length was taking much of my concentration.  It was a losing battle.  It was the talk.  I wanted him to just take me.
"Give up work?  Sleep at your feet?"
"No.  You need training apart from anything else.  You'd still work.  You'd be like anyone else.  Simply you'd belong to me.  Your life wouldn't change that much outwardly.  Certainly during the week.  At weekends, of course you'd be here, mine."  The border between fantasy and reality was slipping.  

"Just suppose.  Just suppose you happened to be right, what would you do to me?"  
"Trust.  It's all about trust.  About you trusting me to give up your control to me.  .  I want to take you further than we have so far.  Take all responsibility for your wanton behaviour from you.  This wouldn't be like the pretend ties.  These would be real.  The ties and the blindfold and your submission would be real.  You would see how I value you, I would see that you are worthy."
"Value me?  You're talking about making me a slave.  Aren't slaves worthless?"
"Not at all.  You will be very valuable.  Certainly to me."
"Would you force me to make love to you?  Whenever you want?  Take me?" I was aroused by the words, the ideas.  These words, these actions would be real, not simply fantasy.  
"Yes. Obviously.  But other things too.  Things that I think that you will enjoy.  Being opened up physically and mentally.  I would give you a slave collar to wear.  You would have to accept.  Anything.  Everything."
"What if you are wrong?  Or did something that I hated, couldn't handle?"  I felt so hot.  Could feel sweat.  Could feel myself leaking.
"Am I?"
"I... I... I don't know.  But what if I couldn't do something?"
"You'd have a codeword.  A safety word, for me to stop whatever it is.  At first"
 "You'd make me do naughty things...  really naughty things...   really rude things that I should never do?"

Before he had time to answer I pushed hard against him and at the same time I orgasmed suddenly.  Deeply.   Loudly, even when muffled by the pillow.   My body responding rather immodestly.  Eventually I calmed.  Sweat tied my hair to my face, pillow wet against mouth.  My body a prisoner between his hand and cock.  He kissed my neck soothingly.  I wanted more.  So much more.  He held me.

His mouth against my ear.  "I think you ought to consider why you came then.  I am going to make coffee.  If you come down naked within the next quarter of an hour I know you wish to stay and take this further.  If you are dressed or leave it till later I want you to know that I very much enjoyed being with you, if only fleetingly.  It is nine fifteen."
"But..  but.."
"No.  No buts." 
He kissed the back of my neck again and slid from the bed.

I didn't move immediately.  Pulses still lapped through me from that extraordinary orgasm.  I sat up.  Discarded frock and underwear from the car near the door. 

It would be too easy.  Giving up all the responsibility.  It wouldn't work.  I padded to the en-suite. Sat on the toilet.  Emptied myself.  He seemed to know me.   Too damned well.  He seemed to understand.  Sex had never been this good.  Mouth dry.  Fear.  Could I walk away from this?  Nobody could ask this of me!  No-one! Removed the last traces of make-up.  He had.  He wanted me.  I would be free in his possession.  Would I let him down? He would make me do rude things.  I didn't know if I could go through with it.  I couldn't accept accepting submission!  Craved the security he was offering.  Nipples hard.  Even though the house was warm.  It certainly wouldn't be too cold to be naked.  I wiped myself.  Returned to the bedroom.  Picked up the dress.  Picked up the underwear.  Breathing erratic, stomach tense. He might not like my body.  My tits were too small.  I wanted him to look at me, like me, want to use me, wanted to be his.  Dropped the clothes, curled on the bed.  The idea was so exciting.  Narcotic.  It was what I had fantasised about.  I wanted him to make me.  He would make me be what I couldn't be myself.  Slut.  So frightened of letting it out.  He had frightened me by what he'd done to me.  Not what he had done, what he had made me realise.  What would he do to me?  He makes me such a slut.    Would he want such a slut?  Would he make me feel humiliated and sexy?  He did.  He wanted me to be his.  He knew what I was.

Stood up.  I was so afraid.  I was hot and sweaty, my mouth tasted odd.  Breathed deeply.  Walked purposefully downstairs.  Stood before him.  Naked.  Breathing hard.  Naked.  Aware of my body.  Trembling.  Eyes pleading with him.  Eyes near to tears.  I'd done it!  I didn't understand it.  I was terrified by it.  But I'd done it!  My body roared with the fire within.

He looked up from his coffee.  Smiling.  Towelling robe.  Older, wiser than me.  Grey eyes caught mine.  Held them, then assessed my body.  Blushing furiously regardless of all the disgusting things he had already made me do.  My hands moved in front of me.  My eyes again.  Shook his head.  Near tears I tried to put my arms beside me.
"I don't know what to do with them."  Nearly crying.  Needing.
"Hold them behind you."  Softly.  
I nodded, fearful.
"You have a beautifully submissive  body."  I wanted to kiss him.  So grateful.  "Kneel down."  Softly taking control.  The sexuality back to the fore.  Submitting to a man.  To him.  "Hands behind you.  Knees apart."  Nipples hard, stomach pulsed.  Open, on display.  Submitting.
"You're naked for me."
"Yes."
"What do you want?"  
"I...  I want to be yours."
"Do you want to serve me?"
My throat dry.  I couldn't say it immediately.  "Yes." 
"So, I was correct."  I looked at the floor.  My face burning with shame.  He took away his coffee.   My stomach twinged. He took from his pocket a collar.  A dog collar.  Shiny black leather.  Soft inside.
"If I put any collar on you it will be your slave collar.  Is that what you want?"
"Yes."
"When I put this on you, or any other collar, you will be my slave and I your master.  You will have to do all I tell you.  Regardless.  Regardless of what you may want.  Do you understand?"
"Yes."  I could hardly breathe.  He took the collar, lifted my chin, made me kiss the collar.  He fastened it around my neck.  It felt warm there.  He took something else from his pocket.  A dog lead.  Fastened it to my collar.

"Will you stop if I beg you to?  If it hurts or I cant do it?"
"If it's accidental hurt.  I certainly will initially.  In the beginning, whilst you ate on probation."
"How long will that be?"
"We'll know when you're ready.  We'll know if you're not."
"But how will you know if I cant do it, cant take it?"
"I'll know I will be your Master.  I'll know.  You have to trust. Until you are fully trained I will give you code phrases, 'amber' if you want me to wait a while, 'red, red, red' if ever you wanted things to stop and have your freedom back."  I never wanted to use them.  Pride.  No, more, I realised.  Lewdness.  Felt like a slut.  Wanted to be his slut. 

He led me around the ground floor of the house.  On a leash.  Like a dog.  At times sitting at his feet.  It was so humiliating I wanted to cry.  The humiliation was agony, but it was more.  It was exciting!  Sexually exciting!  I was a bitch on heat again.  Breasts free.   Thighs wet.  Made to go down on all fours and thrust up for him.  He stroked me.  I worked against his hand.  Fingered me.  I licked my own juices from his hand.  Humiliating.  So ridiculously horny.  Took me back to the kitchen.  Had me verbally how excited I was using crude words.    

Made me lay on my back on the table.  Hips over the edge.  Thighs up to breasts, then opened.  Hands by my head without being told.  By the collar.  Defenceless.  Exposed.  He left me like that for a while, looking at me.  Then he used me.  Suddenly.  He just entered me.  I was already open and certainly well lubricated for him.  With his hard cock, without warning.  For his pleasure.  No choice.  He was big and hard and hot in my cunt.  My pleasure was ready to break.  

"No!"  He stopped.  "You are not to come."  He made me hold it back.  He plunged in and out of my body.  Made to realise that I couldn't climax until he allowed me.  Making me know my position.  Desperately tried to make my body co-operate.  He was making me realise that I was his.  But the realisation made things worse.  My body was his and my pleasure was his to grant.

He would only allow me to come if I waited till I counted ten.  He continued taking me, I slowly counting out loud for him.  Too quickly.  Had to start again.  Sobbed.  It was agony.  Just lasted, just.  Arching off the table.  Totally unable to restrain my body once given permission.  

After, I eagerly cleansed him.  His cock sticky, dirty.  Him and me on him.  Loved his cock in my mouth.  The taste of us.  Loved doing it for him.

Sitting on a wooden chair he fed me.  Wide spread thighs.  My sex leaking liquids without being able to conceal anything.  Hands behind me.  He gave each mouthful, each sip to me. Wiping away dropped crumbs.  Breasts, belly, thighs.  I felt special.

I cleaned up after the food.  Cleaned my chair.  Cleaned my leakages.  I wasn't allowed to dress.  Odd being naked.  Embarrassing.  Collared.  Exciting.  Stephen watching me, watching over me.   

He fondled my breasts. He liked playing with them.  He told me.  It made me feel good.  Squeezed them hard.  Felt heavy.  Made me gasp.  His ownership making me hotter.  He played with them over and over until I needed to climax.  Just by playing with my breasts.  Even I hadn't done that before.  Certainly no one else.  Kept me there.  On the edge.  Not allowing me to.  Until he wanted to see me orgasm and then he told me to climax.  My body simply responded to him.  God it was good.  He told me that I was a good little slut.  Kissed me.

At times he allowed me to rest.  He, dressed, would sit on the sofa, I would lay naked, my head on his lap being cuddled.  Caressed.  Gentled.  At other times he would make me exhibit myself in some way to him, do things. Crawl slowly around the room on all fours as he watched, for example. Make me aware of my body on display.  Being looked at.  I had to use crude language,  words like fuck and cunt.  Humiliation and submission magnifying the arousal!  Had never really admitted it before, even to myself.  Now I didn't want it to stop.  So horny, so wet.

Afternoon.  The bath standing proudly in the large room.  Proudly I bathed him.  My hands all over him.  Kneeling by the bath.  Couldn't stop touching him.  His chest, his legs, his penis, his balls.  Even soft.  I was allowed to touch him as I bathed him.  My body constantly aroused now.  

Towelling him dry.  Kissing his thighs.  My hands on him.  Kissed his flesh.  Tipped back my head.  Kissed his balls.  His penis.  His cock.  Taking him in my mouth.  Hand wrapping hair pulling me back.  Then, smiling, taking pity at my expression.  A few moments more of him inside me.  What had come over me?  What had I become?  What had he done?  He let me pleasure him.  He fucked my mouth.  Spurted semen in me.  He groaned.  I gagged a little in surprise but greedily swallowed.  Glowing.  It was almost as if I had orgasmed, the pleasure I felt.

Before a full length mirror.  I had hardly ever seen myself fully naked like this.  My chest blushing.  Nipples hard and dark. My breasts proud. The split of my lips couldn't hide. I was shocked.  It wasn't how my teacher had once described a woman' sex - well recessed, hidden. I had an obvious, voluptuous cunt.  Nor did my labia hang in long loose folds like those of a woman I had once seen on a page of pornographic magazine on the floor of a train.  My lips were fat, pouting.  Not quite touching.  Dark pink inner lips always peeping.  Looking eager.  Thin, damp pubic hair unable to hide my excitement.  

He asked me how I masturbated.  I was so embarrassed.  Made to confess how disgusting I was, confess those private moments. The embarrassment heating.  He made me remember to use base words.  It was my cunt.  Not my sex.  My cunt that I frigged.  Actually I readily accepted it as my cunt.  Not caring about being polite now.  Audacious.  Brazen flesh for him.  I had to tell him of my basic position, variations, what my fingers did, admitting my thoughts, surprising myself at how naughty I was.  He pulled the information from me.  Told him I had tried a vibrator but preferred my fingers.  Felt humiliated by my obvious arousal.  Aroused by my humiliation.  Standing behind me.  He took my breasts.  Toyed and teased.  Squeezed the hard nipples until I could only just stand it.  Caresses and near pain.  The pain feeling like a caress, the caress feeling like pain.  My hips jerking.  Knowledge and understanding seeping into me.  

Both of us watching our bodies.  Saw the pink marks of fingers on my flesh.  Felt his erection behind me, pressing against me.  Told to play with myself.  He couldn't ask that!  Not that.  It was so private.  My face burned.  I couldn't do that.  Frig my cunt in front of the mirror.  I had given myself.  I had to.  For him to watch.  Eventually parting my thighs.  Could I go so far?  My hand came to my mouth slowly.  I wet my fingers.  My breathing erratic.  Wanting his but using my own.  Then I stopped.  My fingers at my cunt.  At my wet cunt.  Perhaps sensing the abyss.  He caught my eyes.  It was a turning point.  Both saw it in each other's eyes.  I continued.  I needed to.  I was obscene for him.  Offering my obscenity for him.  The knowledge and sight of my obscene behaviour making my excitement so strong.  Taking disgraceful pleasure in exhibiting myself for him.   He could see my fingers rubbing my clit.  I came suddenly. It went on and on as I bucked.

He spoke to the mirror.
"You shouldn't have come.  You were naughty.  I hadn't given you permission, had I?"
"No.  Sorry.  I didn't think."
 "In future you will wait my permission for your pleasure.  You were a naughty girl, weren't you?"
"Yes."
"A very naughty girl."
"Yes.  I'm so sorry."
"What happens to naughty girls?"
"They are...  Sent away?  Please don't.  I'll be good."  I was suddenly frightened.  I didn't want him to send me home.  Reject me.  I wanted to stay.  God!  I really wanted this!  Needed it.  I wanted the nakedness, the submission to him, this extreme excitement.  I pressed back against him.  It was difficult to come to terms with.
"You don't want to be sent away?"
"No.  I'll do as I'm told.  I promise."
"But you've been naughty?"
"Yes."
"But you need to be disciplined."
"Yes.  But dont send me away!  What will you do?"

To the bedroom. He told me that he would spank me as I was a naughty girl.  It frightened me, but I was grateful he wasn't sending me away.  I had to stand facing a corner for what felt like ages.  Thinking about it.  Hands behind me, legs spread.  I didn't know if I could take any pain.  I wondered how much it would hurt, if I could take it.  A shameful amount excitement built in me as I waited.  Butterflies.  I began to imagine his hand on my bottom.  The sound of the slaps.  

I was called to him.  It was good that the waiting was over, yet I was frightened.  He made me lay across his knee to be spanked.  Naked, over his knee.  So undignified.  So humiliating.  Toes just touching the floor.  Hands on the floor.  My puffy mound pressing hard onto his leg.  The side of me feeling his cock through his robe.  He was erect again!  He held me down.  My body adjusted for him. Imagined what he saw.  

A caress over my buttocks.  Then more.  Confused I heard him tell me that, as this was my first time, I could orgasm when I was being punished without having permission granted first as he doubted I would be able to have the control needed just yet.  He smacked me.  Lightly at first. I could hear his palm against my flesh.  Constant rhythm.  Feel it.  He talked to me.  Told me what I looked like.  Smack! Caressed my slippery cunt.  What a slut I was.  I needed to be taken in hand.  Smack  Gradually harder. He caressed my hot cheeks, my slippery cunt. I can come whenever I want?  He smacked me again.  Again.  My bottom very hot under the smacks.  Hurting.  All over. Slut.  Slut.  Tears beginning to trickle from my eyes. There was a rhythm to the smacks.  It seemed a natural rhythm.    With pauses to caress.  Small sobs.  So hot.  Whimpering.  My bottom burning.   Feeling so sorry.  The sound, the  rhythm of his palm on my flesh, loud in my ears.   The pain of each smack.  The heat of them all.  More than ten.  More than twenty.

Suddenly the ball of heat moved.  To my sex.  My cunt.  Suddenly very, very aroused.  Smack!  Panic.  Tried to get up.  Held down.  Pushing my bottom up to his hand now.  Smack!  Wanting more, harder.  Not understanding what was happening.  So hot.  Depraved frenzy.  Smack!  He didn't bother caressing me now.  Grunting.  Smack!  Harder.  Cunt spasming.  Smack!  Coming.  Oh God! Cunt spurting liquids!  Was I weeing?  No.  Coming again.

I found myself laying on the bed.  Fireworks occasionally still exploding.  His fingers rubbing my heated cheeks.  Cooling with something liquid.  Oil, cream?  So good.  A finger pressed against my bottom.  I stiffened in surprise.   It slid into me a little.  I lay tense, squeezing desperately against it.  Other hand still caressing.  Finger imbedded.  He waited till I relaxed more.  Moved it slowly in and out. My body danced to his tune. Humiliated.  Began to push with him.  Aroused by everything, anything.  He stopped, withdrew.

I was exhausted.  I couldn't take any more.  Couldn't take any more in. I needed a rest before I could move on physically, mentally, emotionally.  He held me in his arms.  He let me sleep.

He woke me.  He was dressed.  He fastened my hands with a leather strap of some type.    My ankles too.  I had never been tied before.  Only pretended.  Tested the bonds.  Pulled back and forth.  The feeling of being confined was pleasant.  My breathing was erratic.  Naked and confined. I was unable to do anything.  Except become aroused.  
"Do you like it?"
"Yes.  I can't do anything."
Kissed me.  My mouth his.  His hands strongly gentled all my body.  His caresses loving.  
"You are beautiful.  You make me aroused.  You being my submissive, wearing my collar, bound.  You mean so much."  I felt like a horny princess.  My body ached with need.  I wasn't allowed to remain bound for long the first time. I realised I would have been happy to stay bound longer!

Later I was fed again.  Found myself starving. He was going to take me home.  I burst into tears.  I thought I would stay.  I had to obey him until he had taken me back to the world I thought once as real.  He told me to put on my dress.  Nothing else but that and my shoes.  I still wore my collar.  Feeling still naked for him without anything under the dress.  He drove. 

Near my flat he stopped at the wood.  He led me along an worn earth path.  Eventually there was an park bench.  Partially broken now.  I was told to take off my dress.  Standing naked but for the collar.  Surrounded by trees.  The summer night not cold.  Nipples hard.  Whenever I was naked for him my body was ready for him.  Thighs against the uneven back of the bench.  Bent over.   Made to offer myself.  Asking to be fucked by him.  He roughly opened my cheeks with his hands and proceeded to rut me.  I loved him using me to pleasure himself.  I loved his hard flesh dominating my body.  Something to the side caught my eye.  Someone. Dark clothes, dark hair.  Secretly watching me being fucked.  As we had watched someone once. I loudly begged Stephen to allow me to climax.  He allowed it.  Crying out I came.  Watched!  And again.  

Semen dribbling from me again as I settled at his feet to cleanse his cock.  I loved that little task.  The figure still secretly watched.  I shivered.  

At the flat he made me strip, kneel, took off the collar.  Made me kiss it.  Held me for a long time and talked softly.  

*

My body felt alive.  My body remembered.  He was right.  Not just fantasy.  It had been real. I had a gnat bite on my buttock.  A submissive slut frigged herself often.   The modern woman cursed her weakness.   

In public, at work, I felt strangely rested.  On top of things. Yet I fought with myself all the time I was at home alone.  How could I have acted like that?  I shouldn't have allowed myself to be used.  Obviously he had only wanted to use me, for my body.  Yet I knew I had wanted it.  Not only wanted it but fully enjoyed being the submissive slut.  I wondered if I had been drugged, but I remembered everything, knew really that I hadn't.  At times I remembered too clearly.  I wanted to be my own woman.  Yet I had luxuriated in the lack of responsibility, the strange freedom I had felt when I was being told what I had to do to please him.  I decided I wasn't going to see him again.  Wasn't going to allow myself to sink that low again.  I was my own boss.  No one would own me.  I wouldn't act out his fantasies.

He phoned me at work.  Heat suffused my body on hearing his voice.  
"Do you still wish to submit? "
"Yes."  Breathing ragged.  Lower lip quivering.  A tear of sweat ran down inside my shirt.  Knickers already wet.

Knelt in the underground car park.  Kissed the collar.  Accepted it.  Bent over, knickers around my knees. I heard a car door close.  Mouth dry.  His hard cock opened me, controlled me.  My cunt was not dry.  A car drove away, without me seeing it.  Being rutted.  His hard flesh deep in me.  I loved it.  Whispered pleas.  Refused.  Desperate. 
"Who decides upon your pleasure?"
"You.  You do."
Having me accept my role.  Wearing the collar.  My body bursting for release.  His.  Enjoying him, his use of me.  Almost as good.  Deeper somehow.  Being driven to the house.  Proud of the slipperiness of his semen at the junction of my thighs.

Hot for him all evening.  He wouldn't allow me to orgasm.  Had me use my mouth and hands all over him, though not to his climax either.   His eyes, hands and mouth had been on and off me constantly.  Playing my body like a violin.  Taut.  Desperate.  Nearing the point when I would not be able to stop myself to orgasm at his touch. Tremors constantly running through my body.   Loving it.  Not realising things could be like this.

Made me get KY jelly from a drawer.  Didn't need it.  My cunt dribbling.  Smelt obviously on heat.  Told to kneel on the bed, on knees and elbows.  Now.  Take me now.  Had to anoint my own bottom hole with the jelly.  No!  Please no!  Terrified.  Shaking.   I begged him.  He told me that I needn't do it.  I could use the code.  End the submission.  Unable to do either.  Unable to move.  Tears of frustration in my eyes.  Felt his hand gently cup my sex.  Desperate.  Felt his finger on my bottom.  On that personal place.  Began to cry.  Knew I was going to submit.  

Came behind me.  Cock hard.  Clasped my hands together on my back.  Breasts and face forced into the bed. Widened me by rubbing jelly around and around the ring of my bottom. Gasping. He would allow me to come when he was inside me.  I knew it would never give me a climax.  I knew.  My tight virgin rear.  

Told to push back.  I did. Tried to relax.  So tight.  Wanting desperately to please him.  Slowly, gently pressed.  Almost hurting too much, just bearable. Thought about the words.  Red?  No!  Had to please him.  Stretched so wide!  Tried to relax.  Slid inside. The pain!  It gradually diffused as he held still.  No one had ever done this to me!  He slowly, oh so slowly slid deeper.  It seemed to go on forever.  So full.  Felt the pressure against my vagina.  So stretched.  Almost splitting.  He pushed a little further.  A little more.  I stiffened suddenly.  Then it passed.  He had his cock in my arse!  Then slowly withdrawing.  Stuffed full of cock again.  Feeling so full!  Slowly in and out.  Gradually increasing the speed.  In and out of me he made use of me.  I couldn't believe what was happening.  Could feel the heaviness of my cunt gaping open.  He could do to me what he wanted.  He was doing.  I wanted him to.  I wanted him to possess me in every way he wanted.  Wanted him to enjoy me.  Suddenly spasms ran up my vagina.  Again.

I came!  Cunt pulsed and spurted.  With his cock up my arse! Gripping him tight.  Struggled and thrashed.  He held me. Still impaled.  Couldn't believe it!  I had come.  Cock up my arse! I was so dirty. Oh God!  Such a slut.  A cock filling up my arse.  Being buggered.  The idea excited.  I was enjoying it!  He could make me enjoy anything!  He could make me do anything!  Told to feel myself, inside.  Felt his pushing cock through the thin membranes of my insides with my fingers. Almost touching.  As he fucked me up my arse.  Palm on my clit.  Felt him come in me.  So grateful that he had come.  Waves washed over me.  Over and over they kept coming.  Semen dribbled out of me, down my thigh when he pulled from me.

We lay in the bath together.  Hot soapy water.  Arms around me.  Confessed sheepishly that I had enjoyed it.  Couldn't believe I had.  Laying with my back against his stomach sparing my blushes.  He whispered in my ear that he would use me again like that for his pleasure.  I thought of it as his fingers tormented my breasts.   Thought of him buggering me as he had me climax.  Water splashed onto the floor.

I had orgasmed again without permission.  I had to be disciplined again.  I was looking forward to it!  I deserved it.  He should punish me.  Over his thighs again.  My deflowered rear stung.  He could tell.  He slapped harder but slowed it all down.  Smacking me harder.  The sound louder.  In short bursts, between touching up my fanny.  The smacks hurt.  Made me cry.  I sobbed.  I deserved it.   He was punishing me.  The excitement came.  Expecting it, this time I could just hold it.  Not allowed to orgasm.  The pain and the intense arousal blurred.  My body shaking in need.  Granted permission.
 
After, I was made to kneel on a low backed padded chair.  Kneeling on the edge with my chest on the soft back.  He had me cross my arms behind me.  It left me feeling deliciously vulnerable, my breasts hanging down against the insistent itch of the fabric; my buttocks and sex thrust back and open.  He put cream on me.  He put cream all around my used anal ring.  It was embarrassing.  It made me know that he owned even that part of me too.  He slipped a finger in deeply, then another.  It stretched me again.  He fingered me there as he would my cunt.  It felt embarrassing.  I was embarrassed as I lewdly thrust back against his fingers.  It was good, it was wicked.  I was grunting like a slut.  I wanted him to take me there again.  I wanted him to.  I wanted him to use me, make me feel so wicked.  Release my need. 

Morning. In the kitchen I was naked.  He wore a thin robe.  The telephone.  
"Hello... Oh  hello...   Yes, of course...   When...  Well,  I think so...    It will be the first time...   Yes...  Fine...    Yes...   See you then.  Bye."  My mouth and hands at his cock and balls as he spoke.

He sat.  I had to stand by his side.  His cock showing, hard and glistening.  Open my legs.  Show myself to him.  Made to keep my eyes open.  One hand pressing above and outside me on my mound, opening me.  Showing him my sex.  Told me to play with myself.  His cock hard.  Oh God I couldn't.  It was so humiliating.  I couldn't.  
"Please.  Please."  I whimpered.  My vagina pulsed.  His hand slapped the inside of my thigh.

"Oh yes.  Oh yes."  I had to.  He was making me.  I bent my knees outwards.  My fingers parted my lips.  I sawed them quickly over my clit.  I was made to slow.  He wanted to see.  I was almost crying with shame.  I was so wet.  So very wet.  Made  to push two fingers into me, as far as they would go.  For him to see.  Stood rocking as he appraised me.  Then in and out.  Over my clit.  In and out.  Over my clit.  Slowly.  The slurping disgusting.  My hand dripping.  No dignity left.  Tiny noises from my throat.

He made my throw a leg across his.  Astride him.  on my toes.  Hands behind me.  He lifted his cock so that the purple knob was in my slit.  Then it was just inside me.  Just.  I hadn't to move.  I wanted it all.  I wanted to be taken.  He played with my breasts.  Loud noises now, sobs of frustration.  My breathing all over the place.  I was high, trying to keep still, trying not to push down on what I needed.  My legs screaming in agony.  Hands allowed to hold his shoulders.

"I want to see you come in a minute."  Oh yes.  Thank God.  "I want you to slowly sink down on me.  Slowly.  And then I want to want you come."
"Yes.  Yes.  Thank you.  Thank you."
I felt his thickness stretch me as I sank as slowly as I could.  Feeling him filling me with his burning flesh.  Oh God.  Oh God.  Oh God.  So full.  So good.  I felt his hairs, then his body.  I screamed as I rubbed myself up and down him frantically.  My head swung back and forth.  He had to hold me, I had no control.  He thrust up into me furiously.  My body jerking all over.  My breasts thrown up and down.  His cock powering in and out until I felt like a rag doll.

When he finished I sobbed my love and gratitude into his neck.  Exhausted astride my master. 

I cooked breakfast.  Thankfully was allowed an apron as I cooked bacon and eggs for him. He looked so good in his cotton robe.  His thigh and chest showing.  After, I sat passive for him as he fed me.  I was ravenous.

Surprised.  We were to go shopping.  It was warm.  Dressed in my short red  summer dress. Collar.  Not allowed underwear.  Conscious of the shortness of the skirt of my dress.  The possibility of a gust of wind.  Conscious of my collar.  Almost on display.  Hot.  He wore jeans and a shirt, which made him look sexy.

Bought me clothes for when I was at the house.  I would be coming again!  A couple of casual dresses.  One long, one short.  Really nice.  More than I could have afforded.  Then, lots of scandalous underwear. Dark. Stockings and suspenders.  Hold-ups.  Thongs and G-strings.   A couple of bras that hardly covered me.  Had to display everything on me.  The salesgirl looked on disapproving, jealous.  Felt horny.  A quality tart. My outer clothes to remain smart.  Underneath I would be what he realised I wanted to be.  I felt spoilt. 

Went to buy me high shoes.  A boy.  Flirting with me.  Smiling.  Nice.  Kneeling at my feet.  Putting stilettos onto my feet.  Black, shiny, such heels! The boy looking at my touching thighs.  Up my skirt.  At my face.  Knowingly.  Stood, walked dangerously.  Stood by him.  His face near, level with my cunt.  He looked up the full length of me.  Looked at my dress covered cunt.  Sat down.  He removed a shoe.  Thighs rolled slightly apart as he took off the other.  A boy.  Saw up my thigh, up my skirt, at me, at my bared cunt.  Looked at my face, then back. Faces scarlet.  Let him look at me.  I had never done anything like this before!  Stephen paid.  I trembled.  Scared that I had overstepped the mark.  Scared my dress would have a damp patch at the back.

Taken quickly into a department store.  Upstairs to the furniture.  No.  Gents lavatory!  Took me inside.!  Empty luckily.  Smelt different to Ladies.  Into a clean large cubicle.  Bags dropped.  Dress pulled off quickly. Standing naked.  Back against a cold solid wall. Hands around his neck.  Kissed.  Naked.  He knew!  Told me I would be punished.  But first gave myself eagerly.  Roughly.  How I wanted it. Thighs up, apart.  A buttock held in each of his hands.  Lowered onto him.  Penetrated.  His shirt rubbed my nipples. Body jerking. A finger invades my tender rear.  Plundered.  Desperate.  Not given permission.  Pleaded.  Had to give him what he wanted from me.  Loving it.  Loving being taken.  Loving the feeling of my body wanting to explode but not allowed to. 

I cleaned him.  Stood to let him see me clean the semen dripping from me.  From my cunt.  Leaving past a man with his cock in his hand and an open mouth.

He made to go back to the shop.  I had to do it again.  Display myself because Stephen made me.  Waited for the boy.  Stephen told him I needed another pair.  Stephen took me to a corner.  Partially concealed from the rest of the shop.  The boy was blushing.  No more than I.  Stephen was making me display myself.  I sat on the very edge of the seat with my hands behind me.  My hem was dangerously high.  My breasts heaving.  He brought the new shoes, looking at Stephen.  His hands were tender on my calves. Maybe he was a virgin.  He lifted my leg.  He took off my shoes.  He parted my thighs.  I let him.  He could see up them.  He could see my cunt.  Maybe smell it.  He took off the other shoe.  He looked at Stephen again.  
"It's all right.  The lady needs your help."
My thighs were apart for him.  He would see my cunt.  Stephen had just fucked it.  It was bloated and wet.  Displaying myself.  As he put the high heels onto me his hand slid up my thigh.  I pushed to him.  Lifted to him off the seat.  My hem lifted.  Weight on my hands.  His hand touched me!  I nearly came.   Walked around.  Smelt my arousal.  Let him adjust the shoe as he knelt, head at my crutch.  Taking them off he was bolder.  His fingers found me.  Found my wetness.  Held myself back.  Just.  Such a slut.  Stephen's slut.

I hugged Stephen after we left.  Trembled uncontrollably for a while.  Pushed to him, letting my feel me giving myself to him.  Thanked him breathlessly.  Needed lunch.  Needed to sit.  Table on the street.  Sat with my bags.  My sexuality beamed like a beacon.  Men looked at me as they passed.  Stephen continued as if nothing had happened in the shop.

He bought me more.  Skirts, tops.  A beautiful evening dress that cost multiples of any item I'd ever bought!  It was ridiculous.  Nobody would pay that.  Grey silk.  Under the dress I couldn't wear anything.  Any underwear would show.  It slid over my flesh, it displayed everything and nothing.  Silk caressed on curves as I moved.  It was the most sensual dress that I had ever seen let alone worn.  He told the woman that we'd take it.

"Stephen I don't need a dress like this.  It's ridiculous.  You've bought me so much.  I'd never wear a dress like this."
"We're going to a party."
What!  Whose?"
"Emma and David's.  You met them at the theatre on Wednesday."
"Oh.  Oh yes.  When?"
"Not for a while.  But you'll need a dress."
"But this is too expensive.  I don't need this."
"You'll be with me!"

It was carefully boxed for me.  I could have given myself just for that dress.
Outside the shop I completely forgot myself.  Hugged him.  Cried.  Danced excitedly around like a child in front.  Except children didn't have buttocks like mine.  People saw.  He laughed and laughed.  Dragged him away.

So grateful to him for my gifts.  Made to put away the clothes.  Except the shoes.  Had to practice walking in them.  Naked.  For him.  Remembered being made to walk for the boy.  Remembered his fingers.  Practised every half hour.  My hips thrust forward, back curved.  Ached.  Gradually more confident, even on stairs.  

I accepted my punishment for my transgression in the shoe shop.  I was blindfolded.  Made to stand in the corner for a long time first.  Thinking about what I'd done.  Think about how my body felt.  How I couldn't see.  The exotic smell of the leather blindfold.  Wanted to touch myself.  Knowing I couldn't.  That knowledge making things worse.  He had to describe my wrongdoing in detail as he sat on the other side of the blindfold.  Wanted me to be aware of my own lack of control.  Shamed.  Of being such a naughty girl.  Of being a slut. Of having such a drooling cunt.  

He would take the responsibility for the baring of my body in future. He would control it.  I would comply.  His smacks were hard.  The blindfold focusing them.  Tears came.  I knew I needed to learn.  He was strict with me.  His hands aroused me.  His hands conferred pain.  Smacked me.  Aroused.  Smacked. There was no difference.  He was in control.  My body was his to display, to exhibit.  I enjoyed it.  He would allow me when to have pleasure.  I wanted to come now.  So much.  He refused me a climax.  I obeyed.  Didn't even think about it.  After, my mouth was used.  I loved him.

He had had made me buy a dirty magazine too.   Off the top shelf.  Knew that people would see up my leg as I stretched.  I didn't know how much.  I guessed a lot more than I would normally.  A man stood staring.  I had blushed so much giving the man my money.  

Now I knelt with my bottom and sex high as I looked at the pages of naked women.  Stephen's fingers played with me from behind.  Thought of myself as those women. Like these women spread out.  Had to admit these thoughts.  Had to talk about how it would be, how it would feel to display myself, offer myself when and if Stephen wished it.  More than a brief glimpse.  I pushed higher and higher wanting his fingers.  Such a slut. No release given.  His bitch on heat.  He fingered me until it was the only thing I knew.  My cunt being fingered.  My need to keep my orgasm under control.  Tottering on the edge for long minutes.  The room filled with the smell and slobbering of my liquids and flesh.

In his arms.  We talked softly.  About our contentment with each other.  My surprise.  Our relationship.  My responses.  Enjoying his use of me so much.  Finding myself always so ready.  Tongue-tied, yet I was concerned that he realised that I didn't say what I thought he wished to hear.  Looking up at him as I lay and spoke, my body, sore and tired as it was, still pushed up to him, offering. I didn't know the road but I wanted to be shown.  I trusted him.  He allowed me to be immoral.  He made me immoral.  He made me feel special and safe.  I wanted to please him.  I'd do whatever he wanted.

Told to lay on the kitchen table.  Felt his dominance.  Feet beside my buttocks.  Rope tied wrist to ankle, ankle to table leg.  Spread wide, defenceless.   Unable to move.  It felt wonderful.  So dreadful not being allowed to come.  Kissed, nibbled, bit my breasts.  Over and over.  Licked my stomach, thighs.  My pulpy mound.  I was so frustrated for him.  Bucking in my bonds.  Back to my breasts.

"Please.  Please."  Moving around the little I could.  
"You want to come?"
"Yes. Yes.  But it's not just that.  It doesn't feel right.  You down there.  Pleasuring me."  Tears.  Didn't know why.
"Am I not allowed to kiss your cunt?"
"Yes. No.  But...  I should be...   Oh....  Please.  Do what you want."
"I am doing."
"On my cunt.  On my clit.  Please."
"Where?"
"On my cunt. On my clit.  On my cunt.  Nobody has ever kissed me there before. "
"No one?  Ever?"  Incredulous.
"No.  I've always been embarrassed to ask.  Nobody ever offered."
"They don't know what they've missed.  Whose cunt is it anyway?  Whose owns that cunt?"
"You do.  You do.  It's your cunt.  It's all yours."
"Yes.  If I want to taste you I will.  And this?"  A searching finger slid between my buttocks.
"Yes.  That's yours too."
"For what?"
"To bugger!"
He used his mouth on me.  Sucked my clit.  Licked it.  Ate me.  Made me thrash about on the table.  Keeping me on the brink for what seemed like hours.  Unable to stop him.  Loving the feeling of being so helpless.  The pleasure and frustration building and building.  It was wonderful.  He must have drowned in my juices.  Thankfully I was allowed a wild climax.  

On our journey to my flat we stopped again.  At the wood.  I wondered if we would be watched.  Same place.  About the same time.  Pulled off all my clothes.  Stood naked.  He made me pleasure him.  Astride him as he sat.  Move my body up and down on him as he roughly fondled my breasts.  Yes.  A figure in the trees. Secretly watching again. I loudly begged release.  To be allowed to climax on his big cock.   Displaying my wickedness to the man watching.  Crying it to the trees.  


A couple of days later I was telephoned by his P.A. to meet him at his office.  Found the building.  Receptionist, young, bored, trying to look smart.  Up the lift, found his PA.  Thirty-ish, attractive, controlled, quality clothes, expensive perfume.  I hated her. Asked me to sit for a moment.  She disappeared through to the inner sanctum.   She reappeared with Stephen.  He smiled at her.  Called her Louise. Returned.  Ushered me through.  Smelt the warmth of her as I brushed past.  Closed the door behind me. With me now.

He rose, didn't come around his desk to kiss me.  Told to kneel.  In his office!  I kissed the collar and accepted it's feeling of safety.  Fear.  Excitement. Nipples tightening.  Smiling, he contemplated me in silenced.  Relaxed a little at the smile. Tension in my stomach.  He spoke softly.  Undress.  Instruction.  

Stood by an empty chair before him.  Removed my jacket.  Laid it on the desk.  My blouse.  Fingers fighting buttons.  Never really undressed like this for him before.  Clothes off quickly often in the past.  Looking up before slipping it off my shoulders.  Raised eyebrows.  Feeling strangely embarrassed as I removed it.  Placed it with my jacket.  It was almost the afternoon!  Proud of my bra.  Feeling breasts swelling.  Sitting passive.  Then hands behind me.  Unclipped.  Again needing to appeal with my eyes.  Same response. Letting the bra drop from me into my hands. Under his gaze.  Nipples hard, up-pointed.  Breasts, rising and falling as my breathing shortened, beginning to flush.  On display now.  Again.  In his office!  I was his.  

Skirt.  Zip.  Button.  Feeling the lining slide down my thighs.  Long passed, the point of no return.  Stepping out.  Feeling like a pin-up.  Proud.  Another addition to the pile of clothes on the desk.  Had he fucked anyone on that desk?  Thumbs inside the elastic, drawing down.  Pulling them away from the stickiness at my crutch.  Stepping out.  Smelling my arousal.  The stockings to stay.  The hold-ups emphasising my nakedness.  My mound thrusting, my damp pubic hair stuck to me.  Standing.  Hands held behind me.  Collar warm.  He smiled and nodded his appreciation.  Pride.  He came over and fastened leather cuffs around my wrists.

Told not to move or speak whatever he did.  Unless told to.  Asked if I understood.  Nodded.  He buzzed his PA, Louise!  Told her to come in!!  Panic!  Wanted to cover myself.  Couldn't.  Desperately forcing myself to do as Stephen had told me.  Silently pleading.  Closed my eyes.  Opened them.  Looking at the carpet.  Making soft noises.  Shaking.  Really shaking.  Breasts moving.  She stood by Stephen looking at me.  Could tell that she was appraising me.  Looking at my naked body.  In his office!  She said something I didn't catch.  They laughed softly.  Intimate.  

This was something new.  In the past there had always been just the vague possibility of someone coming across us, like in the woods.  Seeing my body, his use of me.  Just a chance.  It created anticipation, an edge.  This was different.  Like me in the shoe shop!  This was his intention.  I was being brazenly displayed.  By him.  My body.  His control.  My submission.   As I began to understand my shaking ceased and I became aware of my arousal increasing.  

She left the room. He came around the desk.  Opened my legs.  Explored my flesh in his palm.  Sank fingers deep within me.  Making me dance on them.
"That is very nice.  You're very wet."  He sounded proud of me!
I nodded.  Guiltily.
"Louise says that you look beautifully flushed.  She wondered if it was because of her or me."  She'd seen my arousal, it must have been obvious.  "Did you enjoy me flaunting you to her?  Showing those pretty tits to her?  Showing her your fanny?  This willing cunt to her?." 
His fingers used me, keeping me in need.  Falling against him, naked, as I whimpered and grunted. He tormented my breasts.  Until they were almost sore.  On that strange pain/pleasure divide. He wanted to see me needing.  Oh I did.

He took his pleasure in me over the desk.  It was wonderful.  From behind.  Thrusting hard into my cunt.  He felt huge.  The surface cold on my burning breasts.  Saliva and sweat on the wood.  His hard hot flesh spearing in and out of me.  Possessed.  My body welcoming.  Permission.  As the fireworks exploded I idly wondered if the inter-com was still on.

Afterwards Louise returned.  Standing, my body now displaying the use to which it had been put.  My labia feeling bloated and sticky, breasts reddened.  Her eyes like fingers over me.  Half proud, half ashamed.  She stroked my cheek.  Touched the collar.  My shoulders moved, my breasts.  I wondered if she would touch them.  She didn't.  

She took me to a lavatory at the back of the room.  Suggested that I wipe myself.  Stood in the door.  Told me to hurry as I sat waiting for her to go.  I had to do it as she watched.  Felt deliciously humiliated.  

Allowed to dress.  In front of them.  Fastened my bra.  Breasts larger now.  Blouse.  Pulled up my knickers.
"I can see that she gets off on display."  I wanted to curl up and die. 
" She's learning.  Things may come out later.  She's been punished.  Spanking.  Actually climaxed with it.  She likes some humiliation, bondage, loves the giving up of power."  Talking about me as if I wasn't there.  How far did he expect me to go?  I was juicing again.  
"Has she potential?"  I shyly fastened my skirt.  Body pulsing softly.
"Oh yes.  No question."   There was pride in his voice.  Tears welled in my eyes.

*

We met socially of course.  Weekdays.  He took me out.  Without the collar.  To dinner, cinema, theatre, began to meet his friends.  He made me laugh, was an amusing, caring and handsome man to be with.  I realised that he genuinely found me attractive too, physically and otherwise.  We acted like normal lovers in a normal vanilla relationship. I could flirt and tease, appear demanding and could be loud.  It may not have been realised by those around us, however, that I always knew he was my absolute monarch.  We caressed and fondled but it never went further on these occasions.

He fulfilled me.  I had stopped masturbating when alone.  I only wanted to orgasm for him.  He thought about me, thought about what was best for me.  However, as the working week drew to a close I was taut with excitement.  His mastery of me.  The fear and thrill of how he dictated my exhibitionism to him, of the unexpected, of being wicked.  His use and enjoyment of my body.  The release more extravagantly physical when allowed.  I was happy to accept my sexual fulfilment, or lack of it, was subservient to his will.  I wanted him to enjoy me, that was so important to me now.  I strangely became far more  confident, my self esteem grew stronger.  Now that I had the freedom of Stephen taking over the responsibility for the wildness of my sexuality from me I could relax.  I enjoyed the knowledge that he was training that wildness, stretching my limits.  Gradually having me do a little more than I had ever considered I could or would, previously.  Life before Stephen was a vague, tasteless memory.
 

*

On the way to his house he stopped the car.  He placed a blindfold on me.  I sat passive until he was satisfied with its fit.  I felt my nipples hardened.  We continued on our way.  I couldn't see.  I felt every bounce of my breasts, every sigh in my throat was loud in my ears.   People may be able to see, I realised.  I held the sides of the seat and tried not to squirm.  Felt my breasts tighten in my bra.  He helped me out and led me to the door.  As he had walked around the car I suddenly panicked, we could be anywhere!  The drive felt the same, the step.  The smell of the house.  I relaxed.  

In the hall he stopped.  Took off my jacket. Put my back against the wall.  Hands moving automatically now to beside my face.  Legs parted.  I waited for him.  I didn't know where he was.  Breathing all over the place due to the blindfold.  He was there again.  He did something to my skirt.  Pulling it forward.  He was cutting it!  Scissors cut through the material until I felt the cold metal against my stomach.  It dropped at my feet.  He cut through the top I was wearing.  The metal grazing me.  Cut the arms so it dropped too.  I was frightened.  He cut through the straps on my bra.  Cut through the front.  Cut my knickers off.  I was trembling.  I couldn't see.  He pressed the cool metal to my hard nipples, the outsides of my labia.

His fingers sank deeply into me.  A grunt from me.  Sucked my juices from him.  Waited.  Heard him undressing.  Made to open wider still.  His cock sank into me.  Filling me.  So hot.  So commanding.  My vagina spasmed around him.  Wanted him to enjoy me.  He fucked me in my darkness.  Fucked me so well.  My breasts bounced, cunt squelched and clutched at his cock.   I was eager to please him, my body was eager to please him.  

He led me to the bedroom, semen trickling down my leg.  Put over his naked thigh.  His cock sticky against my thigh.  
"I'm going to punish you.  Do you know why?"
"No.  No, Master."  It felt good saying that.
"Because I want to.  Is that sufficient reason?"
"Yes.  Of course, Master."

He didn't caress.  He just spanked.  Slowly.  Building up.  I sobbed loudly.  It built and built.  The need for release came.
"God you're a slut aren't you?  Your cunt is always the wettest I've ever known!  You want to come from being spanked don't you?"
"Oh yes, Master.  Oh please, Master."
"Yes, alright, I want you to show me how that cunt of yours can really come."
It wasn't a considered act.  My body just obeyed his words.  My cunt spurted.  I came loudly.  I began to cry.  The idea that he might not be there to let me have pleasure was so scary.  I needed him so much.  We were both wet with my leakage.  He came again in my mouth.

*

Saturday afternoon.  In Stephen's kitchen making coffee.  Doorbell rang.  Froze.  Wide eyes at Stephen.  Wearing only a slip.  My nipples pushing through the material.  The slip resting just past my sex.  Wearing my collar.  Told to carry on.   He answers the door.  Another man in the kitchen too.  Rob.  Jeans, squat, ponytail.  I'm not dressed.  Friend of Stephen.  A photographer.  Felt heat on my face.  Tried hard not to cover myself with my hands.  His eyes explored me obviously.  Drinking coffee.  I've been fucked on this table where he has his coffee. His eyes hungry on my body.  Looked at my breasts, up my legs.  Face burning.  He knew I was Stephen's.  I begun to feel proud of what he looked at.  They chatted and laughed.  Suddenly found out that he was there to photograph me.  Stephen wanted it done.  Some nude.  I would be naked before another man now! The boy saw me.  A little of me.  Louise saw me fully.  The man in the woods.  Now another man.  My chest tight. The list growing.

Everything set up in the curtained lounge.  Lights, reflectors, cameras. Stomach fluttering. Stephen gave me a glass of wine.  Sat on the sofa.  Changed into silk top and underwear.  Suspenders and stockings and stilettos.  G-string, thin bra.  The hardness of my nipples obvious. I checked the collar.  Stephen sat watching in the shadows.  Rob looked at me closely.  All over my body.  

Standing.  Kneeling.  My top to go.  Different positions constantly.  Nipples very obvious through my bra.  Felt naked already. Stomach ached.  Rob grinned hungrily at me.  I was hot.  Sat again.  Held my breasts.  Straps lowered.  Bra off.  Told to play with my breasts.  Knelt on the floor.  Breathing shallow.  Breasts hung.  Displayed pale buttocks between the dark suspender belt and stockings to the men, the camera.  Tight material deep within my crease.  The photographs were rude, dirty. Rob would see them as he develops them.   Others might see them.  Skin burning.

On my back on the sofa.  Legs thrust out.  Bulging mound.  Hands to go inside my knickers.  Wetness.  Fingers touched myself.  Rob and Stephen watched.  Eyes caressed.  Being so disgusting for them to see.  I was so wet.  Dragging knickers down eagerly now.  Smell of sex.  Exhibited myself openly.  No need for direction then.  Displayed my naked tits and cunt.  Offered myself to the men, the camera.  Almost coming.  Stephen made me take a break.  My breathing erratic. Photographs of my face. I drink some more wine.  In Stephen's arms, secure.   Rob reloads.  

My top and knickers back on.  Stephen sat on a chair.  I stood.  I was to be punished.  Draped myself over his knees. Top pulled high.  My knickers pulled half way down thighs.  I struggled to help.  Felt Stephen's cock hard. Opened my thighs within the tight knickers.  The humiliation singing in my ears.  Rob watching.  My hands fastened behind me.  Hot.  Stephen began to spank me.  I wanted it.  Pushed up to it.  Needing.  Squirming under the smacks.  Being watched.  The heat rapidly built in my bottom.  My cunt bloated between my thighs.  Smacks.  Being watched.  Whimpered.  Smacks.  Tears on my cheeks.  Such a slut.  Heat in my cunt.  Sobbed.  Grunted.  Tried to hold back.  I was allowed.  It burst in me.  My cunt sprayed again as I came. Someone was watching.  I exploded.   

On my knees. Seem to have missed some time.  Stephen began to fuck me. Realised he's naked. Against my tender bottom.  Cock filled me, stretched me, possessed, slid in and out of me.  Wanted to make it good.  I wanted it to be as good for him.  Wondered if we're being photographed.  He lifted my head up.  A purple head, veins.  It vibrated in the air inches from my face.  Another cock before my face.  Darker skin.  Smell its masculinity.  I touched it, confused.  Hard and hot in my hand, alive.  I pulled on it.  It came nearer.  It touched my face and I opened for it.  Abandoned.  Two cocks inside me, using me, possessing me.  Spun out of control.

I thrashed wildly.  I flew in a tornado.  Pinned between two cocks.  Two cocks fucking me at once.  Two cocks.  I slid between orgasm and awareness, back and forth.  Semen all over my face and body.  So tired.  Someone removed my stockings, covers me.

Later, Stephen woke me.  Evening.  We went out for dinner.  We walked to a cosy Italian.  Wearing my casual long summer frock.  Allowed a thong.  Stephen in cream trousers and shirt.  Not knowing whether to mention earlier.  If he decided to abandon me he would have a reason.  Desperate to be with him.  Not knowing what to say.  He seemed happy with me.  In a good mood.  Amusing, flirty.

"You should look good in the photos."  Just slipped into the conversation.  Felt my eyes widen as I looked at him.  Scared.  "I'm proud of your body."  Breath escaped from me.  "You look angelically virginal yet totally sluttish.  All at the same time."  Scarlet.  He carried on eating.  My stomach incapable of taking in food.   "Rob enjoyed your mouth.  You enjoyed having his cock too, didn't you?"  
"I...  I...."   Eventually I nodded to the table.  Hiding as much as I could behind my hair.  My mouth dry.
"He'd have had more if I had let him."
"Why didn't you!?  Don't you want me for yourself!?"  Anger flared in me.
"You'll be punished for that later."
"I'm sorry."  Looking at the table realising what I'd done.  
"Should I keep the sight of your body to myself too?"  He laughed.  "No, you enjoy that don't you?  I wouldn't have you expose your body if it was ugly, would I?  No, I'm proud of it.  Don't I want you for myself?  Of course I do! You know, can tell.  I wouldn't offer you to others if I wasn't proud of you, didn't  feel your body wasn't an ideal gift for others to enjoy for a while.  I do not have to be the only one.  Do you wear my collar?"
"Yes!"
"Do you submit to me?"
"Yes!"
"And you knew it even when you had another man's cock in your mouth. "
"Yes."  Desperately wanting him to believe me as I looked into his eyes.  I looked at Stephen.  He knew.  He knew me before I did.
"You will know it, whatever I allow someone else to see or do."
"Yes."  Disconcerted.  Excited.  Ashamed.  Aroused.  He had shown me that he was in charge of me.  Had me acknowledge that he could and would have me display myself, that he could use and offer my body.  He was proud of me!  I knew that I would carry out his requirements, as was his due.  I would make him even more proud, and I would enjoy it too.

I admitted to him about the person in the wood.

In the woods, our special wood, he sat at the bench. I spied our voyeur as I took off my jacket, naked underneath.  Lay across Stephen's knees.  Skirt pulled up, knickers down, and he spanked me.  Had known he would.  Spanked while being watched.  Made to push high.  Made to part myself.  Smacks sounding very loud in the small clearing.  My submission.  My sobs.  My cries.  The display.  The excitement.  The pain.  Both of them mixing until I could barely stand that amazing sexual tension he gave me.  Told to climax.  No caressing but it didn't stop my orgasm being loud in the clearing too.  

Thighs and crutch wet with the juices that now seemed to spurt at every orgasm. So hot. Half naked, had to walk toward the person hidden in the trees.  The air pleasantly cool on my breasts, whilst my buttocks tingled.  I stopped.   
"Would you like to come and join us.  Please.  We wont harm you."
The figure disappeared.  I called out again.  Eventually I walked back towards Stephen.  Heard something.  Turned.  The figure standing in the open.

A female figure!  A girl!  I'd always presumed it would be a man.  At least a boy.  Wanking as he watched.  A girl! A ponytail of dark hair.  Black cotton  peasant pants, baggy shirt, black trainers.  A girl.  Young.  Pretty.

"You were watching us."  Stephen.
"Yes.  It is a public place.  You weren't hidden."
"We wont hurt you.  We don't mind."
"Why did you beat your girlfriend?"  Curiosity.  "You normally shag her."
"Why don't you ask her?"  She cocked her head at me.  Questioning.
"I asked him to."
"What do you mean?  Do you like being beaten?"  Incredulous.
"Sometimes.  Sometimes I deserve it."
"Like now?  Why?"
"Because I didn't tell him that you watched us.  Don't you think it was appropriate to be punished in front of you?"
"But why should you tell him?  You didn't need to."
"Yes I did.  I belong to him."
"What!  You belong to him?  You mean he tells you what to do?  I can't imagine...  All the time?"  Her eyes wide.  
"Well at least sexually."  She stared at me for a long while then seemed to decide that it wasn't worth asking me questions.
"Is that why you came here?  To beat her?  For me to see?  Were you going to shag her as well?"
"Yes.  To them all."  
"Knowing I would be watching?"
"Yes." 
Now she stared at Stephen for a long while.  In contemplation.  She came nearer.  "Can I watch.  From here?"  Her voice betraying her..

Stephen turned me to face her fully.  
"Would you remove her skirt?"   
We all stood still.  She considered whether she wished to take a more active part.  For an age.  Stood behind me.  The perfume of soap.  Stepped out of the ring of cloth at my feet.  She stared at my body.  My skin appearing luminous in the half light.  She looked me all over.
"Will you lead her over to the bench?"  Stephen not bothering to watch.  "She should lay there.  I'll fuck her there for you to watch."

Waiting.  Took my arm delicately.  With finger tips.  She led me.  This girl.  Taller than me.  Faced her.  Looked into her eyes for a moment.  She was excited, her eyes sparkling, yet strangely surprised. Not by us, perhaps by herself.

After everything I needed to be taken by him.  Being outside, spanked, naked, exhibiting myself.  Sat on the edge facing her.  Cool, rough wood against my tender skin.  Lay back along its length.  Hips just over the edge.  Deliberately spread my legs.  Let her eyes in.  Wanton, wanting, as she looked.  I wanted to come!

Stephen naked.  He moved her gently to the side of me.  He knelt at my sacrificial flesh.  His cock opened me.  Standing she moved her head to be able to fully see him possess me.  Would have seen his iron flesh enter my lubricated opening. Impaled on him.  Arching my body up to him.  She knelt.  Almost reverence in her eyes.  Stephen took her hand.  Rubbed it over my tits.  It hovered there.  
"I ...  "
Then she began to tentatively explore and test.  Took her other hand.  To our joining.  Watching and feeling.  He began to fuck me.  Slowly at first.  Her hand on my mound.  Electric storms filled me.  Took me off in them.  She was kissing me.  My open mouth.  A girl was kissing me!  Her hand on my face as she kissed.  Another squeezed my pulpy flesh around  him as he pumped.  Able to scream silently into her laughing mouth. Neither allowing me to stop.  

Stephen offered me his beautiful maleness to suck on.  Offered it to me.  Not her.  I wondered if one day I could ever accept that.  Not tonight.  Her eyes continued to enjoy me.  From a long way away I saw her fingers touch the semen flowing from me.  From the clouds heard the conversation.  
"She's beautiful."
"Yes.  She is.  A gazelle."  I didn't know whom they spoke of.
"I'd like...  I'd like... her to...  You know!  Make me...   give me. "  Her face was alive with emotion.
"You know she has a master.  She told you."
"Yes.  Yes."  Dejected. Then sudden hope.  "But maybe I could help you.   A girl I knew once.  She had a horse.  She let me groom him.  I could be useful.  Make sure she  behaves. "
"But staff aren't supposed to use the belongings of the household in which they work."  He was grinning.
"She let me ride her horse.  Let me ride because I groomed her.  It was my reward."
"You put yourself in her power by desiring to ride."
"Yes.  But not totally.  I wasn't the horse."  They laughed.
"You'd need to think long and hard about what you'll do for your desires."

*

Louise phoned me on a Monday.  I had to meet her and Stephen at his office.  Felt naked again in front of Louise.  Knowing how I looked the last time she saw me.  He came.  Made to kneel!  She saw me kneel.  Kissed the collar, allowed to stand.  She came over to me.  Touched my cheek again.  My hands heavy at my side.  Her lips touched mine. A snakes tongue momentarily slipped between my flesh.  Her hand on my breast.  Fingers squeezing my nipple.  Hard.  Moaned into her mouth.  Released.  Stephen stood watching, smiling.  Breathless, I felt taken.

Stephen told me that I had to go with her.  Had made appointments.  Felt overawed being with Louise.  She was so beautiful, so certain.  Caught a cab.  Felt like a child with a parent.  She took my arm.  Into a nondescript building.  Taken into a clinical room without any windows.  A woman, a nurse or technician.  Louise discussed me with her as though I wasn't present.  The nurse had me undress.  There, not behind a curtain.  I realised I was looking for Louise to look after me.  Let me keep my blouse on.  Both of them watched me as I did.  Shameful. Sat me on a chair with stirrups.  Like at the doctor.  I looked at Louise as my hands and legs were strapped.  Tested the strapping.  Tight.  Relaxed.  It was the straps!  Louise noticed, her eyes took in everything.  They fell to my cunt.  She watched as each leg was pulled out wide open and raised.  She looked at my open cunt!  I couldn't do anything.  Seeping.  The nurse came over and wiped me with a tissue.  God I wanted to die.

She had a small machine in her hand.  She was searching for hair roots.  First the few around my bottom, then my cunt lips.  Electrocuting them one at a time.  It hurt.  It concentrated my attention.  There would be nothing to distract from my orifices.  Stephen's.  They were his.  Given more appointments for the electrolysis. The hair would never grow again.  My lips always showing.  They were red and sore.  On the street Louise repeated the kiss and touch of breast as she left me.  People stared.  Found myself frightened by yet wanting that parting kiss and touch.  

Louise took me each time.  The hair  would gradually reduce to nothing from the sides and bottom.  Then I would be really bare.  Always would be.  Cunt lips always being shown.  My mound totally naked.  Louise lightly ran the back of her fingers over the cleaned area.  Her face impassive, eyes twinkling. It felt and looked so different. She didn't finger me.  I knew I would have had to let her.

*

Standing in the kitchen, my limbs free but wearing a blindfold.  I had learnt how I loved the blindfold.  Felt so vulnerable.  


He had told me that he would bugger me again.  Fuck me up the arse again.  Scary and exciting.  Now I had to prepare him and myself.  I rubbed olive oil up and down his beautiful cock.  Couldn't believe I had already taken this up my rear once.  It was so hard, so beautiful in my blind hands.  

I bent over the table, pushing up for him.  His fingertip invaded me, oiling my tight hole, playing with me, over and over.  Shame and arousal.  His finger made me so excited, playing in my puckered hole.  Wanting to give to him.  Wanting him to take his pleasure in my body.  Not able to stop myself knowing I want the indecent pleasure of him there too.  I wanted his cock up my arse!  

Fingers opened me, round and round, wider and wider, relaxing.  Then he was there.  His length opened my ring, I remembered, I pushed back, opening myself for him.  It stretched me harshly, filled me so fully again.  It left me breathless.  He pushed slowly deep into me.  Pushing back onto him.  Onto his thrusts.  Eager, so eager now.  Enjoying yielding so fully, enjoying him possessing me in every way.  The strangeness of it, yet it felt so good.  My cunt bloated; open, pulsing emptily under me.  Knowing I couldn't give him more of myself.  I desperately wanted him to come as he fucked me up the arse!  He violated me. Was his to violate.  My body throbbed.  I babbled disgusting words and sprayed as he let me climax.

On the table, the pile.  The photographs were erotic. Large, black and white, glossy.  They were good.  Better than any magazine.  I would have considered them art photography if it was not for the extreme content.  Initially I saw the top one only.  Not daring to turn them over, yet knowing I would look, needed to look at what I had become.  The top one showing a totally sensual woman in underwear and slave collar.  Looking hungry.  Any man would immediately know what I needed.  To be used and punished.  The eyes, the radiant eyes, parted lips, prominent nipples.  Not believing it was me looking like this.  The total inability to hide my arousal.

He sat and watched me as I looked at each one in turn.  My body leaking and tender after its use.  He knew my arousal.  Saw it mounting again.  I was unquenchable.  The photographs became more than erotic.  Fingers in close-up as they plunge between wet folds of flesh.  Draped over knees, the spray of liquids caught in the light.  The plundering of cunt by cock.  The woman entered by cock from each end.  I felt faint seeing myself. In clear focus.  Clearer than I had known.  I wished that I had had my mound bared first.

He was going to have them on display in the house.  Not only in the bedroom.  Visitors to the house would see.  They would have evidence of my uncontrollable lust.  He came over to me.  Kissed me.  I belonged to him.  Rubbed the plumpness of my mound.  Semen seeped from my rear still.  He allowed me to rub myself up and down his thigh, like a dog.  Bestial, filthy, immoral.  I made his leg wet. I came for him as I begged him to bugger me again and again.

*

Friday.  The day of Emma and David's party.  It was strange, staying here and yet socialising.  They have never been mixed together before.  I didn't know how things would work out.  Stephen would decide.  Yes.

I am ready but not dressed.  Stephen sits me on the bed.  He is dressed.  He looked gorgeous.  Evening wear.  
"You are to be a waitress for half an hour at the party as a favour to Emma."
"Yes.  I've never been a waitress before, though."
"That will be alright.  At least half of the female guests will be waitressing for at some time at the party.  It is one of the characteristics of these parties.  They can be a little unusual."  I look at him.  Realise that I am missing something.   "You need to know something else.  At Emma's parties the waitresses wear only underwear."
"What!  Why didn't you tell me? "  Daring to suggest annoyance.  My vagina twinges. Of course.  He sees the understanding dawn on my face and smiles.  "You bastard! Master!"
"Yes."  Smug.

I panic as he unfastens my collar.  
"Don't worry.  Even if I put a piece of string around your neck it will be your collar.  Anything. "  He reaches into a pocket.  Fastens a velvet choker around my neck.   It has a jet circle with a thin gold surround.  In the mirror I notice two crossed keys inlaid in the jet.  Two earrings have the same pattern.
"There are other women wear ones like this, but only a few.  And they are special.  Given to them by men like me to women like you.  Women who have submitted themselves to the will of a master."  

I have to wear the underwear under my dress on the way to the party.  My wonderful dress.  Serving drinks as soon as I arrive.  The underwear to come off again after.  Then just the dress.  The strangeness of my bald mound constantly drawing my attention to it. 

Emma takes me upstairs on my arrival.  Into her bedroom.  Takes my dress, hangs it in a wardrobe.  Naked.  I am shaking.  Quickly put on the underwear under Emma's gaze.  People will look at me like this!  Stilettos, black hold ups, black bra and G-string!  And the choker.  She ties a red ribbon around my neck along with my choker.  I am blushing furiously.  I have to do this.  For Stephen.
"It's to let people know this is your first time, that you are in training.  They will touch but not too much. Only a little."
What clothes! They are transparent!  If they touch me there it will be almost as if they touched my skin!  My buttocks are already uncovered.

I sobbed. With trepidation.  She took my chin and very firmly told me I could do it and that I would.  Then smiles.  
"You're gorgeous.  Everyone will love looking at you.  You make even me jealous.  Stephen wants to see people looking at you.  He wants to feel proud of their enjoyment."  I'm guilty that I am damp with the idea.

A knock.  Emma let another woman into the room.  She quickly undressed to red basque, thong and stockings.  Her breasts, larger than mine, are pushed up high.  Cleavage deep, dark nipples just on show.  Emma and the woman laugh easily.  A hand slid over the exposed buttock.  They turned to me.  Introduced me to Caroline.  Emma kissed me lightly.  Left.  Caroline tried to explain the ropes to me.  Tried to relax me.  She's nice.  Gave me a gulp of vodka from her bag as I dried myself on the lavatory.  As I left I saw an undressed innocent reflected in the mirror.  Oh God, I hoped he would be proud of me.  I stopped a tear ruining my make-up.

We both go downstairs together.  Eyes attach themselves to us.  Sliding over us.  Filling me with fear, exciting me.  In the kitchen a girl, dressed as we, filling trays of wine. She sees my ribbon, winks.  Both drink a glass quickly.  Caroline takes a tray and is gone.  The glasses shake as I pick them up.  My skin is hot.

I carry the glasses, people take them or return them.  I see Caroline occasionally.  They all look at me.  Look at my body.  Total embarrassment.  Gradually became more accustomed, never used to it.  I give Stephen a glass as he talks.  He looks proud.  Kisses me. Maybe my acute embarrassment had protected me initially.  

As it began to feel a little easier people touched me.  The first few times I nearly drop the glasses.  So embarrassing standing with glasses in my hands as strangers openly touch my body.  Furtive hands on my bottom as I pass.  Caressed on my naked buttocks or thigh.  I found it humiliating.  It made me hot.  My hands having to hold the tray, glasses, not able to remove them.  Gradually the hands became more brazen.  Touched my breasts and belly as they look at me.  Commented on the hardness of my nipples.  My lack of pubic hair.  The plumpness of my mound.  I learnt to keep my eyes lowered.  While I served them.  Telling me about my body as they look and touch me.  The words worse than the hands.  Knew my crutch to be wet.  Had to concentrate.  Where is Stephen?

With an empty tray I looked for empty glasses.  A woman pulled me over.  Trapped inside a circle of bodies.  Strangers.  I had no private places.  They touched me.  A man behind me.  Hands on my buttocks.  Stood passive for them.  For Stephen.  Face pulled to kiss.  Other hands on my breasts.  Nipples pinched.  Both men and women voices near to me.  Another mouth to kiss.  Lipstick.  No time to react to how I felt about this.  Then another man.  Lots of hands on me.  My wet thighs.  My mound.  Clit rubbed through the material.  Hands.  I climax and they laugh at their success.  Allowed to flee.  

As I escaped I ran into another girl.  Familiar. Short red dress.  Very long legs.  A thigh pressing between mine.  Strange. Her body pressing against me.  Lips confident on mine.
"Hello again." Into my mouth.
Her eyes crept upwards, over my breasts.  Short tousled hair.  The girl from the woods!  My breathing stopped.  The memory was so strong.  Of being fucked with her there.  The girl watched my shock with amused eyes.

Emma suddenly appears.  Freed me from my memories.  Thanked me.  Gave me a big hug.  Still stunned.  She told me I could stop.  That I'd done almost an hour.  The girl had disappeared.  Did I imagine her?  Suddenly, Emma's husband, Robert, with a tray.  He is only wearing what looks like a leather jock strap and a collar and bow tie!  He had a tattoo on his bottom.  I ran upstairs.  

Inside the room.   I sat on the bed. Peaceful room.  Body pumping madly. Quickly showered my body, washed my lips.  Discarded the underwear.  Slipped on the beautiful dress over my nakedness.  Slowly everything calmed.  The dress devine.  Hid my agitation.  Breasts felt large, my sex too, under the dress.  The material slid over my curves, my pert fullness.  I needed Stephen's arms.

Eventually I found him.  Talking to the girl in red! He kissed me fully.  I was his.  Nothing else mattered, existed.  Arm around me.  He calmed me.  The girl gave me her wine, grinning.  

Stephen invited the girl.  Pia.  Living with old aunts during the summer.  Parents abroad. Pretty. Only twenty.  Does Stephen want her? As if understanding he kissed me again.  Asked me if he could touch me as everyone else had.  Blushed.  Mouth opened as he blatantly took my breasts in his hand, felt me up.  Was the silk still there?  In front of Pia.   Pushing up to him.  Display.  Ownership.  

We drank and talked.  Two men came to talk to Stephen.  Pia asked me to dance. Does Stephen agree?  Stephen nodded to my questioning look. Just smiled at me.  Even in my stilettos she was taller than me.  Danced slowly, together, in a dark room.  She felt lithe.  She felt confident.  Hands caressed the grey silk, my body underneath not hidden to any touch.  A thigh pushed against me.  Long leg against my mound.  My head rested against hers.  My breasts pressing to hers.  She smelt young.  Closed my eyes.  Peaceful.

Took a glass from a woman undressed as I had been.  Except her bra was opened at the front.  Blush of arousal on her skin.  Voluptuous breasts.  I noticed she as wearing a choker!
"Touch her breasts." Pia told me in my ear.  The woman's eyes were lowered. 
Not sure that I'd heard her correctly.  Looked at her. Pia gently held my hand.  It was placed on the warm flesh.  The woman closed her eyes.  I had never felt anyone else's breasts.  I didn't know what to do. 
"How would you like to be caressed if it were your breast?"  It seemed obvious.  I massaged them.  Gradually firmer.  Her nipples hard.  I squeezed one.   Firmer.  Firmer still.  The woman sighed. 
"Stop."  Pia gave me a glass.  The woman moved on.  "I'll remember."

Danced again.  I remembered being with her before.  With Stephen.  She had seen me spanked, seen me fucked.  Stephen had allowed her my outsides as he had taken my insides.  He possessed my soul, allowing others the image.  I remembered her mouth on mine as had  felt him hard and hot inside.
"I feel faint."
"Take a drink.  We'll sit down."
"No.  I can't."
"Why?"
"My dress.  I'm not... I'm not wearing anything under.  I'll stain it."
"Are you so wet?"  She laughed slyly.
"Yes."  I ran away from her. Find a lavatory.  I pulled off the dress needing to wash my sex.  I looked at myself in the mirror.  Blushes of desire laced my neck and breasts.

Returning through very dark rooms.  Sensing Pia behind me.  A man made me dance.  Danced close.  Holding me with one hand, touching me with his other.  Hands ran over the thin skin of my dress.  Couldn't stop him.  Didn't try to escape.  Had to accept his hands exploring wherever they wished.   Wanted it.  I was disgusting!  Both hands moved to my buttocks.  An erection pressed to my belly.  Rubbed himself against me.  My face pressed against him hiding my arousal.  I wondered if he would force me to do more.  Would Stephen be angry.  He didn't make me do anything else. Eventually he left me.  I didn't know who it was.  Couldn't see any wet stains at my crotch in the dark.

Grabbed a drink.  Another mans arms.  Stephen.  He kissed me.  Rubbed myself wickedly against him.  Really horny.  Really wanted him.  Told him.  Teased about being so excited.  Told him about the man, about the woman's breasts, told him that I'd climaxed earlier.   Told him that I needed taking in hand.  Thought about asking him to take me somewhere.  To punish me, love me.  Now.  My body needed his control.  Mine evaporating. He told me to accept others touching me, they knew I was not to be fucked.  I thought about what he said.  Thought about hands on me.  We danced slowly awhile.  I pressed myself against him.  His mouth held mine for long little meals.

Another man approached him.  Talked softly to him.  Stephen gave me to another.  Eventually found myself dancing in Pia's arms.  The dress felt as if it didn't exist against her.  Her hands explored me like the men's had, though a little more gently, a little more tentatively.  So tired dancing, so tired being on the edge. We sat and I fell asleep.

Waking behind closed eyes.  Wondering where I was for a moment.  My head on a woman's thighs. Her hand on my breast.  Pia's warm perfume, the woman's smell of her.  The feel of her tights. 

We danced again.  Stephen came by and kissed me in the near darkness and was gone.  I had a safe place.  Pia's arms enveloped me.  Breasts against her.  Her hands on my buttocks.  Thigh rubbing my mound.  A woman danced with a man nearby.  Her breasts were bared.  He held one in his hand.

"I've never been to a party like this before.  It's what I would have called an orgy."
"You seem to have survived."
"It's because you've been with me isn't it?"  Sudden comprehension.  "When I haven't been with Stephen.  He has had you look after me, hasn't he?"  
"Stephen asked me if I wanted to come.  He'd let me be with you.  He mentioned something about you not being fully ready.  Not yet.  You needed to see first.  He wanted me to keep an eye on you, but to be honest he has been very conscious of where you are and what you are doing."  I looked around.  Finally I saw him.  He was watching.  I loved him so much.
 "You've not been before?"
"No.  I've been surprised too at times.  If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have realised what goes on."  A half giggle, wide eyes for a moment.

She bent down and unfastened her shoes.  Threw them behind me into corner.  My legs ached and the chance to do the same beckoned but she was almost my height in my heels now so kept them on.  I put my arms around her.
"I'm here now.  I'll do the looking after for a while."
"Can you remember me kissing you the last time we met?"
"Yes...."
I could still see the man holding the woman's breast.  Pia moved against me. Unconsciously, my fingers played with her strap.  She moved a little and it suddenly slid off her shoulder as I teased it.  I was shocked.  Her nipple didn't show, though the top and side of her breast was displayed.  I couldn't take my eyes off it.  She shyly took out her arm from the strap.  A beautiful breast on show.  Her nipple was hard.  I thought if it was so hard on me it would hurt.  Centimetres from me.  Suddenly realised where we were and turned her into the greater darkness and away from anybody else.  She laughed softly and kissed my cheek.
"Touch me." More than a request.  Or was it simply my imagination.  It seemed a lifetime before I allowed my hand to move to the breast.  It was wrong, but it felt so nice.  I knew it was wrong but I  was so grateful.  So hot.  It was firmer than the breast of the woman with the tray, though as large, her nipples hard, the aureole large and prominent.  Her mound pushed against me as I lost myself on her flesh.  

I could feel her responses increase.  She had told me to do it!   It was wrong.  It was strange.  I realised that she had began to take control!  The feelings of both touching another woman and of being in her control were strange, disturbing yet exciting.  The being naughty was exciting too.

Her mouth came to mine.   Her excitement more obvious as our mouths met, opened.  Slyly her tongue slipped into hers as Stephen's usually did.  I touched her covered breast, she moved her arm so that I could slip that strap off too.  Her dress fell around her waist.  It was as if it were me that was being displayed.  Both hands on her breasts now.  She was pushing onto me.  I caressed and squeezed the flesh of her breasts in my hands as she ground her mound against me . We kissed.  On and on.  She pushed my face down.  Making me realise I was to kiss her nipples.  She was making small noises in her throat.  Suddenly she began making soft sounds.  Tremors ran throw her body.  I could feel her muscles tensing.  Her mound pressed but otherwise she kept rigidly still.  

At the house.  At his feet.  Penitent. 
"Punish me for the things I did.  Please.  Please.  I need it."
"What did you do that was so bad?" His head cocked.  A smile at the corners of his mouth.
"All sorts of things.  I came in front of strangers.  Without your permission. "
"When?"
"Some people cornered me when I was waitressing.  Everything became too much."
"OK.  You deserve it.  But not unexpected."  He cocked his head.  "There is something else isn't there?"
"Yes.  I played with a woman's breasts....  Pia... and... and a man rubbed himself against me...  felt Pia ...  she... I think she came.  I was such a slut...  I need to be taken in hand...  really firmly...  You need to make sure I know my place."  

It all came out in a rush.  He seemed a little surprised, a little amused.  I was made to stand facing the wall for a while.  He put my blindfold on me.  I could hear him make coffee.  Sit down.  I waited.  Thinking of what I was.  Hoping he wouldn't be too ashamed of me.

Eventually called before him.  Turned.  Went toward his voice.
"Yes.  I'll punish you."
"Thank you Master."  Tears welled in my eyes.
"And you still want to submit to me fully?"
"Yes.  Please Master."
"You touched Pia?"
"Yes Master.  I'm sorry.  I'm really sorry."
"How?"
"Her breasts. Touched them, kissed them."
"You've never been with a woman before have you?"
"No Master.  I would have told you.  I feel so ashamed."
"I want you to learn.  How to be with a woman."  My face must have displayed my shock.  "Yes.  And you will do as I tell you wont you?"
"Yes,  Master."  I was shaking.  Tears welled.  I was his.  He was going to expect me to be learn to be with a woman!  To have sex with a woman!  Even though I was his!  
"If I am your Master I can do with you as I wish can I not? If I wish you to be fully trained I will.  You want me to be your master?"
"Yes . Please Master." Tears ran down my cheeks.
"Are you sure that you don't want to back out.  This will be your last chance.  You do know don't you?  Are you ready to be mine without silly preconditions?"
I looked at him then.  I saw myself in his eyes.  The world seemed to stop whilst my thoughts took on a magical clarity.  I knew what I wanted.
"Yes Master.  I want to be your slave Master."  
"Yes."

I asked for punishment.  He spanked me for a long time.  Until I was sobbing.  My breath hard to come by.  Until I couldn't think.  Until all I was aware of was him, his hand, the pain and the pleasure.  I cried.  I felt purged.  Ordered to orgasm for him.  My body his, it simply happened.  

Then he continued.  At some point the pleasure turned back to pain.  I tried to escape, but suddenly realised that Stephen was aware of what I was feeling.  This was amazing.  He was aware of what he was doing, I was aware.  It was almost telepathic.  I stopped fighting it then and let the pain wash over me.  His dominance was shown as reality to me then.  He was doing it to show me, to please himself and I wanted that.  I had given up my power to him then.  I trusted him completely then. I knew I always would. I knew he would never go too far.  I accepted.  My body relaxed.  It seemed that as he realised my acceptance of him he stopped.  The lesson learnt.

After, he held me tight.  Wiped my tears away.  He put me astride him.  His hardness pushing against me.  Against my open sex.  My buttocks tingling, bruised.  Worked my lips and vagina over him before he took possession of me.  I knew that all I wanted was to be his.  To be owned by him.  To give him pleasure.  Wanted my body to give him pleasure.  Wanted him.  I knew within every cell of me that I loved him as he used his flesh embedded in mine to control me.

In the morning he was busy on the telephone for a while, then, towards lunchtime we went out in the car.  We went to an office block that I'd not been to before, in the legal area, "Maurice, Appleby and Brown, solicitors".  My nipples hardened beneath my dress in the cool air.  Inside, it being the weekend it was virtually deserted than outside.  It had an old fashioned feel to it.  

Stephen took me through a dark wood door.  Inside was an oldish man in a dark blue suit who I had never seen before and Louise, both sitting.  I blushed as I always did in front of Louise.  The old man rose and shook hands with Stephen and then, surprisingly with me as I hadn't expected to be acknowledged.  He introduced himself As James Appleby.  I felt awkward.   We all sat around a desk.  It felt as though a will was to be read.

Stephen turned to me.
 "It's time to end your probation.  You have to make a choice."  He gave me a document.  "Read it.  Then you decide."

I opened the papers and read the heading.  My throat dried.

The Contract

This contract is provided as a secure and binding agreement that defines in specific terms the relationship and interaction between two individuals, hereafter termed the Master and the slave. This agreement is as binding as the honour of the signing parties. This agreement must be entered voluntarily, but cannot be broken except under the conditions stated herein, after which certain precautions shall be taken to protect those involved. (See section 7.0.0)
1.0.0 Slave's Role
The slave agrees to submit completely to the Master in all ways. There are no boundaries of place, time, or situation in which the slave may wilfully refuse to obey the directive of the Master without risking punishment, except in situations where the slave's veto (see section 1.0.1) applies. The slave also agrees that, once entered into the Slavery Contract, her body belongs
to her Master, to be used as seen fit, within the guidelines defined herein. All of the slave's possessions likewise belong to the Master, including all assets, finances, and material goods, to do with as he sees fit, (unless section 2.0.1 is in force). The slave agrees to please the Master to the best of her ability, in that she now exists solely for the pleasure of said Master.
1.0.1 Slave's Veto
The slave, where appropriate, holds veto power over any command given by the Master, at which time she may rightfully refuse to obey that command. This power may only be invoked under the following circumstances, or where agreed by both Master and slave:
a) Where said command conflicts with any existing laws and may lead to fines, arrest, or prosecution of the slave.
b) Where said command may cause extreme damage to slave's life, (such as losing her job, causing family stress, etc.)
c) Where said command may cause permanent bodily harm (see 4.0.0) to the slave.
2.0.0 Master's Role
The Master accepts the responsibility of the slave's body and worldly possessions, to do with as he sees fit, under the provisions determined in this contract. The Master agrees to care for the slave, to arrange for the safety and well being of the slave, as long as he shall own the slave. The Master also accepts the commitment to treat the slave properly, to train the
slave, punish the slave, love the slave, and use the slave as he sees fit.
2.0.1 Slave's Property in Trust
A slave may not own property, as she is, herself, property.  By signing here:______________________  the master agrees to hold the property that the slave owned before entering into this contract in trust, to be used only directly in the care and upkeep of the slave, or returned to the slave upon termination of this contract.
3.0.0 Punishment
The slave agrees to accept any punishment the Master decides to inflict, whether earned or not.
3.0.1 Rules of Punishment
Punishment of the slave is subject to certain rules designed to protect the slave from intentional abuse or permanent bodily harm (see 4.0.0). Punishment must not inflict permanent bodily harm, or the following forms of abuse:
a) Blood may not be drawn at any time. Punishment must stop 
immediately if blood is drawn
b) Burning of the body
c) Drastic loss of circulation
d) Causing internal bleeding
e) Loss of consciousness
f) Withholding of any necessary materials, such as food, water, or 
sunlight for extended periods of time.
4.0.0 Permanent Bodily Harm
Since the body of the slave now belongs to the Master, it is the Master's responsibility to protect against that body from permanent bodily harm. Should the slave ever come to permanent bodily harm during the course of punishment, or in any other slavery related activity, whether by intention or accident, it will be grounds for immediate termination of this contract, should the slave so desire up to one month after the permanent harm being inflicted. Permanent bodily harm shall be determined as:
a) Death
b) Any damage that involves loss of mobility or function, including broken bones.
c) Any permanent marks on the skin, including scars or burns, other than an initial tattoo to identify the slave and initial owner.
d) Any piercing of the flesh that leaves a permanent hole, (unless accepted by the slave).
e) Any diseases that could result in any of the above results, including sexually transmitted diseases. 
5.0.0 Others
The slave may not seek any other Master or lover or relate to others in a sexual way without the Master's permission. It will be considered a breach of contract, and will result in extreme punishment for the slave to do so. The Master may accept other slaves or lovers. The Master may freely loan, or give the slave to another Master, provided the rules of this contract are upheld. In such a situation, the Master will inform the new Master of the provisions stated herein, and the Master will consider any breach by the new Master a breach as well, subject to all rules stated in this contract.
7.0.0 Alteration of Contract
This contract may not be altered, except when both Master and slave agree. If the contract is altered, every and any alteration must be clearly signed and dated.
8.0.0 Termination of Contract
This contract may be terminated at any time by the Master, but never by the slave, except under special conditions explained within this contract. Upon termination all materials and belongings shall belong to the Master, to be shared or kept as he sees fit. The slave, owning nothing and having agreed to give up all worldly possessions and body to the Master, shall once again own her body, but nothing else, unless the Master decides to give back her possessions.  (See also Section 2.0.1 for an exception to this clause)
9.0.0 Slave's Signature
I have read and fully understand this contract in its entirety. I agree and accept the claim of ownership over my physical body. I understand that I will be marked, commanded, trained and punished as a slave, and I promise to be true and to fulfil the pleasures and desires of my Master to the
best of my abilities. I understand that I cannot withdraw from this contract except as stated in this contract.
Signature: ____________			Date: _________
10.0.0 Master's Signature
I have read and fully understand this contract in its entirety. I agree to accept this slave as my property, body and possessions, and to care for her to the best of my ability. I shall provide for her security and well-being and command her, train her, and punish her as a slave. I understand the responsibility implicit in this arrangement, and agree that no harm shall come to the slave as long as she is mine. I further understand that I can withdraw from this contract at any time.
Signature: ____________ 			Date: _________

11.0.0 Addendums to Contract
The term of this contract is for a period of one year from the date of signing

12.0.0 Signature of witnesses

Signature: ____________ 			Date: _________

Signature: ____________ 			Date: _________
.

Notes appertaining to this contract
1. a)	The slave may act as though free when people who are not involved in slavery are present, accepting sections 1.0.0 and 6.0.0 are fully complied with.
b)	The slave must never provoke confrontations in unknown environments or endanger herself unnecessarily. 
2. a)	The slave's thoughts and feelings belong to the Master no less than the body of the slave. If the slave is tied in such a way as to cause physical pain the Master might not anticipate, the slave should say so. If the slave does not understand why something is being done to her, the slave should say so. If the slave is feeling uncertain about an aspect of her slavery, the slave should say so. A respectful question or observation will never bring punishment unless ordered to remain silent. A slave may offer an opinion when asked may speak and ask questions unless bidden to be silent, and may respectfully correct me when I am mistaken.
b)	The slave is required to keep a journal in electronic and/or physical form. Not less than 400 words per week must be entered and given to the Master for review. 
3. The Master guarantees the sum of £1 million pounds to be paid on the death of the slave to whomever the slave names as beneficiary.  The Master also guarantees to cover all hospital, medication, nursing fees if needed for whatever reason.

I felt my breasts tremble as I read.  Eventually I looked up.  My mouth was so dry.  Everyone else had a copy as well.  After I had read it Mr. Appleby went through each paragraph aloud.  I could feel Louise attention on me.  At times he explained things if he felt it necessary. I was floating above the room, yet my mind took in every word, every phrase and every responsibility.

Eventually he finished reading.  I could hear traffic outside and a bird singing.  Inside there was a silence except for the thumping in my chest.

"You have to decide."  
"I already have, Master."
He gave me his pen and I signed and dated all the documents.  So did my Master, so did the witnesses.  

Mr. Appleby turned to the computer and opened the Internet, passing over the keyboard to my Master.  He filled in details about me and about himself as owner on a screen.  

We were all given a signed copy of the documents.  Both his and Louise's were placed in the safe, my Master took his and mine and placed them in an envelope.  

With that completed the formal smiles disappeared.  Mr. Appleby took us all through to an inner office and offered drinks, though not to me.  My Master told me to strip.  Louise declined the drink and, watching me undress, apologised, as she had to return to her previous engagement.  She hugged and kissed my Master goodbye.  I stood naked between the two men as they sat and sipped whiskeys.  I held my arms behind me, my legs slightly apart.  

"You need to be tattooed for the register.  It is a bar code, you'll have a number and the records will show the date and that you now officially belong to me.  I also want to have you tattooed with the cross keys.  Remember those?"  I nodded.  "The initials of your owner underneath.  My initials."  
"Thank you Master."  I was so grateful.  So proud.  He was really making me his.  I didn't deserve him.

"Others will know what the ring and the tattoos mean.  That you are owned.  There aren't many.  You may never meet even one without it being arranged.  You have to accept their demands as if they were mine.  Whoever.  Whenever.  They will be Masters or Mistresses.  Whatever.  If you do not totally satisfy it will shame me.  You would have to accept severe punishment at best.  At worst I would have to rid myself of you."  I knew I wouldn't let him down.

Mr. Appleby seemed quite taken with me, telling me to adopt a variety of poses which displayed all my assets for him.
"She's certainly got a pleasing body, Stephen, and you were obviously correct about her character.  I can see why you thought it worth the trouble to open her up to the possibilities.  She'll need further training of course but you do appear to have found yourself an asset."
"Would you care for her to pleasure you?"  My heart leapt into my mouth as I stood with my eyes down.
"Ah.  That's very kind of you, but no.  Another time I will take you up on that offer but I have to go to see Millie in a little while."  They both laughed for some reason.  I breathed out softly.

The next day a man came round to the house.  He brought a suitcase. He looked a dissolute character.  Stephen told me what to do.  I did as I was told.  I was naked in front of the man.  I tried not to cover myself.  I hadn't been allowed clothes since getting up. The man looked at me, my body.  He never bothered to look at my face that was scarlet with embarrassment.  He had come to tattoo me.  Stephen's mark on me.  I fastened my leather wrist and ankle bands on myself as the man watched.  He watched my breasts sway, he looked between my thighs.  Towels covered the bed.  Told to lay on it spread out,  face down.   Stephen fastened me to the corners.  Restrained.  Vulnerable.  Even the vile man could fuck me now.  Wet.  If Stephen wanted him to.

The man put his hand on my leg.  I tried not to squirm.  His hand moved about.  He took out his pen-like instrument.  I felt him pull apart my buttocks.  I heard the hum of his tool as he tattooed me on the side of my cheek.  The bar code, the crossed keys and my Masters initials.  They would be seen when I wore a thong or was naked.  It hurt, though not as much as the electrolysis.  It wasn't painless like they said it would be.  The man's hands on me, the pain.   I was unfastened.  I thought it was over, but then fastened again on my back.  He pawed me.  Pulled up my breast.  It was frightening, humiliating.  My climbing arousal embarrassing. Tattooed my neck as he held my head to one side. I had to turn as he did another under my left ear.  Above my collar.  This would be able to be seen even when I was dressed.  I wondered if my hair would hide it.  Stephen had debated as to whether to have me marked on my labia or on my thigh. He had decided on my thigh at the top.  I was really thankful.    It would be easily seen from the front when I was naked, seen by the side of any knickers.  The man laughed and made a comment about my arousal.  He took one of my lips in his hand.  I whimpered uncontrollably.  It hurt.  He tattooed my thigh.  It really hurt.  Yet I knew there was something else with it.  He stopped and wiped me, laughing again.  Continued.  When he had finished I was sobbing.  Yet I wasn't sure if I was pleased when it was over.  My body shook.  Shock.  Felt proud.  I wanted to look at them. The man had asked if I was to be ringed.  Didn't know what he meant.  Stephen said no, not yet.  It made me tremble even more.  Thankfully the man left.

The marks were very simple yet beautiful.  The bar code looked like a piece of modern art on me, but I knew it meant I was simply merchandise.  A circle, a couple of centimetres across, with two crossed keys inside.  SW underneath. He said that he hadn't wanted the image of my breasts spoilt so he had decided not to mark my breasts, nor my hairless mound.  

Stephen, my Master, examined them as I was spread out for him.  He seemed pleased.  He fondled me and then sent me to bathe.  I continually looked at them in the mirror.  Proud.  Even wearing knickers I couldn't hide them.  

Stephen sat me on the bed and gave me a ring!  It was a smaller version of the broach on the choker.  Jet with inlaid golden keys.  He had placed it on my ring finger.  It felt like an wedding ring.  I was never to be without it.  For some reason I knew that this was not a normal part of the ritual.  It was in his eyes.  I cried.  I was his.  I was so thrilled.  Threw my arms around him excitedly.  I kissed him forever.  Rubbed my excited body all over him.  He wanted me!  He wanted me to be his.  It was all I could have asked for.  I trembled with excitement as I looked at his ring.



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