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Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.

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This is a repost of a fifty-two chapter mind control, multi person romance. 

MY INHERITANCE

Chapter 9

Bound to Be Good

Thanks to my Uncle Bert, who was intent on teaching me even from the grave, there I
was, hanging by my wrists, naked as the day I was borne, with a six nine Amazon in a
black cat suit holding a whip and standing over me like an avenging Satan. I knew she
was programmed by Uncle Bert to make me submit and that my control over her would
not work during my training.  He wanted me to learn the pleasure of submission.  

Was I frightened?  Bet your sweet ass I was!

"Here, little wimp. Suck on this!" she commanded, sticking the whip handle in my mouth
cross ways, like a dog with a bone. I watched the magnificent sway of her ass as she
walked from the room, leaving me there alone. 

I quickly learned one cannot swallow properly with a heavy whip handle in one's mouth.
The saliva started dripping down my chin in sticky ropes.  I could feel the tension in my
calves from being forced on remain on tip toes.  I am sure Diana wanted the tension to
build in me, for the fear to grow like a fungus in a dead log, until I was quaking just from
the thought of her and her not-so-tender intentions. 

What did FDR say? "We have nothing to fear but fear itself."   As I looked around, the
fear fell away, leaving me wondering about other things.  I wondered if any of Diana's
staff was programmed like she was, and, how, exactly, her programming interfaced with
mine. I was thinking about Andy's programming, concerned as to her reactions and
about what the mistress was doing right now to my beloved sex goddess.  I must admit I
created a few lovely fantasy pictures of Andy as I hung there. 

I did not realize Diana had returned until she yanked the whip from my mouth.  She was
watching me intently as she laid the first lash across my stomach.  It stung but did not
really hurt. In fact, it felt good in some ways as blood rushed through me and the skin got
hot. It itched and tingled.  

Why good feelings outweighed the bad,  I learned in Whips 101 several days later. 
Whips 101 was followed by all the other courses, Clamps 201, Dildos 201 and 202, etc.,
required to earn a D.D. degree: Doctor of Dominance, Professor of Pleasure and Pain.  

Good morning. Dr. Dave, at your service.  Pull off your panties and get on the
examination table. The doctor is in . . .  and out . . .  and in . . .  

Diana was behind me now. The whip came across my ass and upper thighs, stinging.  I
squirmed. More than anything, it was an itch I could not scratch.  She continued
tantalizing me. I felt the heat and the tingling but it was doing nothing for me sexually. 
Diana removed the leather g-string, staring into my eyes as she massaged my cock. 

"I know you can control yourself. You are suppose to be natural," she said, noting my
cock was as soft as a baby's ass.  "I am being natural. This is not it for me," I replied. 
She gave me a grin, walked away and returned with a riding crop. 

"Let's try something else," she said evilly.  "Let's not."  She did not listen to me. 

She only hit me six times with the riding crop over the next half hour or so.  Diana used
the crop to reinforce her hands and the mental images she built as she squeezed,
podded and poked me. Like I said, it was not my bag. Finally, she realized that. 

"I am through, Davy," she said as she removed the chains from my wrists. My arms
began to throb as I shook them to return circulation. I put on the robe she gave me. 

"Would you like some tea?" she asked in her crisp British accent. I accompanied her to a
small, pretty room done in soft pastels and a far cry from the black of her dungeon.   She
removed her mask to reveal a pretty and surprisingly sweet face.  We drank tea and ate
finger sandwiches as we talked about domination.  

Since Andy and I had been separated when training began, I asked about her.  
 
"Let's go see her, shall we?"  I said I would like that.  "Control yourself," Diana said.
"Don't over react."

When she opened the door, I heard Andy's voice, "God NOOO! PLEASE DON'T DO
THIS TO ME!"   

I ran through the curtains into the room. Andy, my beautiful beloved, was naked and
restrained by her wrists and ankles. Her feet were in something that looked like an alpine
ski boot, holding her foot in place against a board (like a ski). The device could be
adjusted by the dominatrix so the width between Andy's legs could be varied.  Her wrists
were secured in leather and  chained to the ceiling. She was squirming, screaming, her
eyes wide and frightened, her face red. She was twisting and turning, trying to get down. 
She collapsed in her bondage and began to sob.  

Damn, she looked good and my prick was stone in an instant. Should I describe Andy to
you . . .  again?  I really never get tired of that, you know. She is the most beautiful and
sensual woman I have ever known, with a 35D -23 -36 figure that Jenny McCarthy would
die for. She has a wild, sensual face with huge blue eyes, full lips like Kim Basinger, and
long blonde hair.  She is my wet dream.  And, as she hung in bondage, she was so
desirable I thought my cock would explode.

I felt Diana touch the end of my throbbing cock.  She whispered, "See. You are dominant.
Walk up to Andy. Ask her what she wants."

"Andy. Andy! What do you want?"  

"Davy? DAVY! HELP ME! THEY WON'T LET ME CUM! PLEASE! Davy, get the whip.
Hit me across the thighs, high up, near my pussy. Please, Davy. I NEED TO CUM SO
BADLY!"  

She was sobbing again. I stroked her magnificent breasts, feeling the nipples huge and
hard between my fingers. She moaned from deep in her gut as her hot eyes burned into
me.  

The dominatrix working with Andy approached, whip in her hand.  She flicked the whip
across her thighs and lower belly. I could see red marks rising but, by then, I knew she
was not in a lot of pain.  I mean that I had just been hit harder than that.  Again and again,
the whip flicked as Andy groaned in exquisite agony.

"YES! THANK YOU, MISTRESS! YES! YESSSSSSS, OH GOD. YES. WHIP ME. WHIP
ME. I'M CUMMMMMMINNGGGGGGG." 

Her pussy started pumping lubrication. You could literally see it spurt. Her back was
arched as far as it would go, her arms hard behind her, her head back, tits pointed
upward.  She screamed again like a demon from hell and passed out.  The staff quickly
got her down.

"Fabulous reaction, David. Just wonderful. It is uncommon for anyone to be able to
orgasm that strongly.  I bet she is a wonderful partner," Diana said.   

"Wonderful," I agreed, still dazed by her performance. 

"Well," Diana said, "since you are obviously dominant and she is obviously submissive,
we should be able to provide the two of you with enough information and skills for a
lifetime of loving. Shall we go see her?"  

Andy was still out, laying on a bed as I sat by her. Finally, her eyes fluttered. 

"Oh, Davy, I loved it," she mumbled. 

I wish everyone who likes B&D, everyone who likes sex, could take Mistress Diana's
training.  The purpose of B&D, like the purpose of all sex, is to provide each party with
strong, deep and real physical, emotional and psychological releases of great intensity. 

Diana taught us some people really get off on pain. It was quickly clear Andy and I were
not those people. But, Andy did get off on submitting to me, surrendering herself to her
man, feeling helpless and controlled.  Allowing her man to dominate allowed her to fully
release.  As Diana said, Andy fully released any way, so we were talking about degrees
of intensity. 

The pain she enjoyed was a counterpoint to her pleasure, delaying the orgasm or
providing additional stimulation. 

Take nipple clamps, for example.  Andy has big, beautiful, erect and very sensitive
nipples. We tried every kind of nipple clamp there is. The Japanese clover clamp
provided too much pain, keeping her from enjoying sex. The alligator clamps the same
way. What turned sweet Andy on was a simple screw clamp or other pressure device by
which nipple pressure could be exactly regulated by me to make her tingle and be aware
but not ache.  

For example, one night before going out after our training, I put tiny rubber bands around
each erect nipple. Her hard nipple pulsated all night, sending electrical charges right to
her pussy.  

"That's it! I cannot stand any more," she said as we walked along Broadway on our way
back to the hotel from a play.  She was sweating, shaking with desire.  She hailed a cab
and jumped in. By the time, I took my seat, she had her dress up, her panties off and was
fingering herself. 

"Fuck me, Davy. Now!"  

It was not a request.  She lay back and brought her legs up. I knee-walked between them
and slammed into her hot and sopping pussy.  She orgasmed in three strokes.  

This caused somewhat of a problem.  My fault, not hers. 

The first problem was I forgot to program her to be quiet when she orgasmed.  You know
what that means. She screamed like a banshee.  And, the cab windows were down.  

People walking along the sidewalk were treated to: "OH, SHIT! RAM THAT BIG COCK
UP ME . . .  GIVE IT TO ME . . .  HARDER . . .  HARDER . . .  FUCK ME . . .  FUCK ME .
. .  FUCK MEEEEEE!!!!!!" in a voice that would shatter glass.  

The second problem was we started fucking as soon as we got in the cab.  We never told
the driver where to go. So, we were parked at curb side throughout the whole fucking
thing. Then, she yanked her dress down to remove the nipple bands.

We realized these problems when we heard applause.  Approximately a hundred people
were peering into the cab watching our sidewalk show.  Andy turned beet red and slid to
the floor.  When we finally got into our room, we could not stop laughing and we both
admitted being watched was a turn on for us. Needless to say, the cab was not the only
time we fucked that night.  

Then, one night, near of the end of our time with her, Mistress Diana invited us to a B&D
ball, a big event in the New York bondage scene. 

I went in skin tight leather pants, shirt and boots.  I thought I looked good, but Andy was a
wet dream. 

She wore a locking black leather G-string with a thong back, black leather, thigh-high
boots with six inch heels, a thick, locking black leather collar with a leash attached to the
O-ring in front, a leather blindfold, and a small bell dangling from each nipple. Her
nipples were not pierced. This was clip-on jewelry. Her arms were bound behind her at
the wrists and elbows, pulling the arms back in a straight and locked position. This thrust
her huge breasts out beautifully. I oiled her entire body in a perfumed oil. 

I was playing with her nipples in the little coat room at the club in which I had finished
dressing her.  She was already very needy. "Master," she whispered, her eyes bright. 

"Yes, Andy."

"Can I ask something of you, one promise, please? I know I don't have the right to ask,
but . . . "

"What is it?"  I was puzzled.  

"Don't let any other man have me, Davy. Please.  I want to be only for you."  Spoken in a
whisper, it was almost a prayer. 

"Never, Andy. Never." I kissed her with all my might, fighting back tears of joy.  

With that body and that costume, she was the hit of the evening. She also got very, very
aroused from being exposed like that.  No one but I touched her but people made all
sorts of compliments and comments on her, turning her and me, on even more.  She was
getting very wild. 

"Davy? Davy?" she whispered. I did not answer. She had been instructed to call me
master all evening.  

"Damn it! Master!"  

"Yes, my little slut slave," I responded.  

"We need to leave."  

"I say when we leave, slave. What is your problem?"  

She tried to find my ear to whisper into it but I kept moving away.  She was frustrated
indeed.  Finally, she just blurted out,  "We need to leave because I need to be fucked."  

"They have a stage where masters fuck their slaves. Let's fuck here!"  I could see it
eating at her. Her natural ladylike proclivities clashed with her exhibitionist tendencies
and her sexual needs.  Her programming to be shameless with me conflicted it even
more. Tears flowed from under the blindfold.  She was in mental anguish. 

"I will be a good master," I said. "I will fuck you now on stage, or, you can wait two hours
until we get home."  

"No," she moaned. I made sure my hands were busily stimulating her.  Andy was in hell,
but a nice hell, as the sexual needs fought her other emotions.  Ten minutes later she
whimpered, "Please, master, lead me to the stage."

The stage was raised so everyone could see. They had a "horse," a sawhorse-like
contraption where slaves could be bound.  I bound her face down by spreading her legs
and attaching her ankles to the horse. I bent her over it, holding her in place by chaining
her collar to it.  I removed her G-string.

"Please," she begged.  

"Beg loudly and clearly, slave."  

"FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG COCK OF YOURS, MASTER!" she screamed.  

There were approximately two hundred and fifty people in the ballroom, all dressed in
fetish clothing, all having a good time. The room got deathly quiet.  

"They all are watching me, aren't they?" she whispered. 

"Yes, little slut. They are."  

God, I love Andy. She is everything I ever dreamed about.  She wiggled her ass
seductively.  

"Well, let's give them a show, then," she said. 

I slammed into her.  

"YES . . . YES . . .  GOD! I'M CUMMMINNNGGGG" She began to buck and thrust back
against me, obviously in a wild orgasm.  I let her float for a minute. Even I was surprised,
when she screamed,   "NOW, MASTER. STICK YOUR MONSTER IN MY SWEET
ASS!!!" 

Andy screamed and hollered throughout a long and not gentle ass fucking, orgasming at
least twice before I blew a load in her.  

The applause was thunderous.  I removed her blindfold so she could see her audience. 
She bowed like a Broadway star.  We won a trophy for her effort as best show of the night
and they gave us a wonderful video of the whole thing. We laughed about it for months.

The time with Diana was well spent. Since Andy and I progressed so rapidly, we finished
our two-week session in ten days. We spent four days seeing museums and hitting the
plays before we went to San Francisco.  

To be continued. . . . 

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