School Girl Slave
by Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000

Initially this was planned as a trilogy however as I’ve
slowly progressed I’ve realised that this is only a two
volume opus.  First book should be sometime in 2003.
There are probably another 3 or 4 chapters to go.  Second
book is already started but will take well into 2003 to
finish, maybe even 2004 I think.  Sorry, but I’m a slow
writer, constantly going back and doing re-writes.

The normal disclaimer applies.  This is story is
copyright.  May be freely distributed but not for money.
If you are under the age of 18 please don’t read as the
contents are adult.  This story is fantasy and I do not
condone nor encourage any of the non consensual
activities in it.

The story is archived at www.asstr.org and at
www.storiesonline.net

Very brief synopsis:
Story about a school girl enslaved by the neighbours son.

Chapter 1  - The Secret Diary

A little over twelve months ago one of Richard’s friends
had shown him the rudiments of how to hack into computer
systems.  Since then he’d developed into a very talented
hacker although like many fellow hackers his intent
wasn’t malicious.  When he hacked into a system he merely
looked around, checking out the layout and maybe opened a
few files before he left.  For him the buzz wasn’t about
changing or damaging the system, it was about knowing he
had the power to change things if he wanted to.  When he
was inside someone else’s computer, he felt like he was
in control of them as well as their computer.

About six months ago he succeeded in hacking his high
school’s network which was by far the most exciting hack
he’d made.  This time it wasn’t a faceless network
belonging to some nameless corporation, this was the
system that had been controlling his life for the last
four years.  The school no longer controlled him because
he now had the power to control it.

For a while he played around with timetables, grade
records and assessments, pretending to change them.  Soon
he discovered the school database which had all the
normal student contact details including lots of phone
numbers, fax numbers and email addresses.  The next
couple of months consisted of trial and error as he
explored his classmates home computers.  What he found
really amazing was how many of his fellow students
computers had directories with all sorts of porn in them,
even some of the girls which really surprised him.  Then
three months ago he struck gold.

Janet and Kelly Sheen lived next door to Richard and
they’d grown up together.  Richard who had turned sixteen
a fortnight ago was three months older than Janet who was
only ten months older than her sister Kelly.  Richard and
Janet were in the same year at school and Kelly was in
the year below them.  For years the three of them had
played together and were close friends, inseparable
really, sleeping over at each other’s house, going on
family holidays together and a mountain of other things.
But when they reached high school it all changed.  Of
course Richard was aware that Janet was building a new
circle of friends but he didn’t expect that they’d make
her exclude him from her life.  And that she’d then make
Kelly exclude him also.

Richard didn’t really fit any of the major school
groupings.  Although he was very fit and was a good
swimmer with a place on the swim team, he wasn’t a jock.
Likewise his interest in computers and science was just
something he enjoyed but not to the extent that it put
him in with the nerds.  He liked most music so didn’t fit
any of the music groups and so it went.  He had a small
circle of friends who like him shared a wide range of
interests.  In truth he was part of the silent majority
who during high school years tended to be ignored as they
quietly went about the business of surviving.

Janet on the other hand became a member of the high
school in crowd.  She was a cheerleader, on the right
school committees, loved by everybody but of course she
only really talked to and associated with the right
people.  This didn’t happen immediately she started high
school but it was a fast rise.  Eventually she was one of
the crowd with only one final hurdle to complete
acceptance.  Marcia who was her new best friend and the
acknowledged leader of the group demanded that she stop
being friends with Richard as he didn’t fit the image.

For weeks Janet tried to resist as she didn’t really
understand why she couldn’t be friends with Richard and
still be in, but eventually Marcia gave her an ultimatum.
So the next day she told Richard and from then on they
only spoke to each other when they had to at family
gatherings or during class activities.  Janet also forbid
her sister from having anything to do with Richard.

Janet assumed that he understood what had happened and
over the following years she pretty much forgot about
their past.  But Richard didn’t understand and he never
forgot Janet or for that matter Kelly.  He watched them
growing and as their bodies started developing he watched
more and more.  Not that he was alone in watching their
bodies.  They were both very pretty.  By the time Janet
was 15, she was any man’s dream with a litany of perfect
features.  Five foot two, silky blonde hair, big blue
eyes, cute button nose, great cheeks, big tits, small
waist, tight arse, beautiful legs.  Absolutely perfect.
Everywhere she went people noticed her.  At school she
was probably the most popular girl in her year, liked by
teachers and envied by students.  Younger sister Kelly
was not far behind Janet in the hot stakes, and maybe
even had the potential to overtake her.

Janet knew she was popular but what she didn’t realise
was that she was the centre of many of her fellow
students and quite a few of the teachers fantasies.
Richard was no exception.  He had a normal male interest
in sex and from the time he started masturbating Janet
was the girl he most often placed in his fantasies with
Kelly also making regular appearances.

Richard’s theoretical knowledge of sex was very
comprehensive even if his practical knowledge was
limited.  From the age of 14 he had unrestricted internet
access and he had explored ever corner of cyberspace.
He’d started with the normal sex sites although most of
them were of minimal interest.  It was okay looking at
older women but he was really only interested in girls
his age who he would actually like to have sex with and
not be intimidated by so most of the time he visited the
teen sex sites.  Trouble with them was that the teens
were mostly old teens or at least the ones on the free
sites were.

Then he found news groups.  Nothing to pay and a never
ending stream of pictures of girls the right age with
enough of them actually fucking and sucking.  Initially
his interests were very vanilla but one night he
downloaded a file with a young girl who looked like
Janet.  What was really interesting about it was that she
was chained to a wall, gagged and across her tits and
stomach there were red stripes from where she’d been
whipped.  Four times in a row he jerked off looking at
the picture, imagining that it was Janet and imagining
that he was the one who’d tied her and punished her.
Pretty soon his tastes had changed and most of his
downloads were bondage based.

The next discovery was sex story sites and the
alt.sex.stories news group.  Most of the stories were
skipped over but occasionally one would be kept, mostly
bondage or nc ones.  Then he downloaded a story that
probably changed his life, Captured Caroline.  He read it
countless times, always imagining that it was Janet, till
eventually he changes the name to Captured Janet and
replaced Caroline’s name with Janet’s throughout the
story.  And every time he read it he jerked off, always
guaranteed to have a great come.

Shortly after this he downloaded a blackmail story and
once again his fantasies changed.  There had always been
a small, nagging problem with his fantasies under the
Captured Caroline story because he knew that he couldn’t
abduct Janet, not really.  But the fantasy of
blackmailing her was a much easier one to believe in and
soon he had dozens of scenarios where he’d discovered
something he could use to blackmail her into having sex
with him.

When Richard hacked into the Devson’s computers he found
Janet’s diary which she had started on her twelfth
birthday when she was given her first computer.  There
was a password on it but it didn’t take long for him to
work out that she was using her birthday.  Most of the
entries were boring stuff about her family and school
friends, but every few pages there was an entry that had
Richard pulling out his cock and jerking off over.  It
wasn’t long before he was using his secret knowledge from
her diary to fuel his blackmail jerkoff fantasies.
Fantasy now seemed to be only one step away from reality.



12 years old and no days!
Dear Diary,

Hmmmmmmmm!  I was going to promise you to write everyday
but I know there’d be days I couldn’t so I won’t promise
that.  But I do promise to tell you all the important
stuff.  Like today.  It was my birthday!  Ta Da!!!  And
mummy and daddy gave you to me!   Daddy told me how to do
a secret password so no one but me can read you so I can
tell you all my real private stuff.  I think we’re going
to become real good friends.

I had a great birthday.  Kel gave me this really kewl top
and Richard gave me this great game for you - so I guess
you know about that!  Anyway we played it and he won of
course the big jerk … only joking, he’s not a jerk.  He’s
really probably my best friend diary.  And Kel of course
even if she is my sister.  I mean I know he’s a boy and
all that but like I can tell him everything.

Daddy just came in and said I have to go to bed now.
Talk to you tomorrow.

Goodnight.

Love Janet Sheen, age 12.



13 and 12 days
I told Richard that we can’t hang our together … ever.
He got really upset and even had tears happening.  I
almost told him that it’d be okay but I kept remembering
what Marcia said, that if I didn’t stop talking to him
completely then they have to drop me from the group.  And
I’d die if they did that.  Like Daddy says, sometimes
you’ve got to make the tough decisions if you’re going to
be someone special.

Had a really big fight with Kelly over it.  She can be so
dumb sometimes.  Such a little kid.  Finally she promised
me that she wouldn’t try to hang out with Richard
anymore.  But I’ll have to watch her.



13 and 66days - 11PM
If ever anyone ever, ever finds out about this I’ll die
but I have to tell someone and you’ve kept all my secrets
so far.  Here goes.  This is BIG!

I masturbated.  Wow!!!!  Just then like half an hour ago.
It was the truly utmost amazing feeling I’ve every had.
It felt sooooo good.  SOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOD.  I’m still sort
of trembling from it and I feel sort of light headed.
Good light headed.

What happened was I was readi

Dads at the door - gotta go!



13 and 76days - late
Wow.  I’ve just done it again.  You know, masturbated.
Mummy and daddy are out with Kel so it was safe to do it.
I was really scared last time that daddy was going to
discover me.  God I’d die. But he didn’t of course.

It is so amazing.  Like I wish I could tell Marcia about
it but I don’t know.  She might think I was weird so I’ll
probably keep it a secret just between you and me diary.
I feel like I’m floating.  There’s this thing - I checked
the sex-ed stuff we got at school and I think it must be
my clitoris.  Anyway it grows - weird huh - and gets hard
when I stroke it and sort of ticklish.  But not a bad
ticklish, a reaaaaaly reaaaaly reaaaaaaly goooood tickle.
Then after a while I start getting really hot you know,
down there - I’m not going say the awful word and vagina
sounds so kind of medical but I guess I can say pussy.
At least to you dear diary.

So it gets hot in my pussy, and then it gets wet.  Last
week, at first I thought I must be peeing but its not
pee.  It’s my natural lubrication - that’s what the sex-
ed stuff talked about.  Then this most amazing feeling
starts to grow all through my body until it feels like I
can’t take anymore and if I don’t stop that I’ll explode.
Last week I almost did stop it was so intense but I’m
sure glad I didn’t.  Because then I do explode and I sort
of see stars.  It’s sort of embarrassing because my arms
and legs start jerking and twitching.  Well if anybody
saw it would be embarrassing but NOBODY will EVER see.
NEVER.  And of course I’m not embarrassed talking to you.

I think I hear the car so I better go. Talk to you soon
dear diary.



14 and 109days
Hi.  I just got back from Marcia’s birthday party and
guess what?  Gary and I are going out!  Excellent!  I
told Kel and she agrees that he is like a total legend!
She said she was real jealous of me when I told her what
happened!  Not bad jealous - good jealous that is.  She
wanted to know everything of course.

We kissed.  Excel!  I mean you know I’ve kissed guys
before but this was different.  This was a PROPER kiss
with open mouths and tongues and all which lasted a
loooong time.  My first real kiss.  Wowie Zowie!  Getting
older!

I think I did it right.  I was soooo nervous though.
Anyway he didn’t complain and I just sort of copied what
he did.  It was great at first, real soft and romantic.
Then I didn’t know if I‘d like it, because he put his
tongue in my mouth but I did.  LIKE IT!  YEAAH!  I wanted
it to last forever.  It was so warm and sexy.  But not
like when I play with myself.  This was close.  Yeah,
that’s it.  I felt so close to him.  I don’t mean that I
love him … well maybe a bit.  He is so gorgeous I know
that all the girls are jealous that he’s chosen me.

Hmmm.  Kissing.  I reckon I’ll get to like it lots.

That’s all for now - I still feel warm and kind of gooey
inside so guess what I’m going to do now dear diary!

Love you!



14 and 169days
Mum let Gary take me to the movies tonight.  First time
she lets us go to the night session by ourselves.  Anyway
we started kissing like normal and so we’d been kissing
for like ages, not watching the movie.  His right arm was
behind me and his left was around me.  Anyway his right
hand had been stroking my hair and my face which was
really nice.  Then it moved down my neck and slowly
started getting lower and lower.  I knew where he was
heading and normally I find a way to push it away.  It’s
like a game we play when we’re kissing but this time I
just didn’t want to stop him.  Then it finally happened
and his hand was holding my left boob and I sort of
moaned into his mouth.

At first it was more the fact that he was actually
holding my boob that was exciting.  Then he started
squeezing which was nice, specially when he pressed down
on my nipples.  You know how they tingle when they’re
hard and I play with them.  He didn’t try anything more
which was good.  Not that I didn’t want him to I did but
I’d have had to stop him if he did try anything more of
course and that might have spoilt things.

Kel reckons I’m a legend. She also tells me I’ve got to
go further so I can tell her about it!

Best movie I’ve been to for a long time that’s for sure.
Except that mum asked me what it was like and I had to
make stuff up cause I had like no idea what the story was
or anything.

Now I’m off to bed.  And I know what I’ll think about
tonight when I masturbate.



14 and 170days
Last night I found out something new.  I was in bed and,
you know masturbating like normal, rubbing my clitoris,
feeling really good but it just didn’t feel like enough
or something.  So … wow, this is kind of embarrassing
diary, weird … I don’t know if I can tell you.

I’m back.  I’m just going to write it like it was.  I put
my finger in my hole, you know my pussy.  And sort of
started pushing it in and out.  I wasn’t even thinking
about it or I wouldn’t have ever done something like that
I’m sure.  I was careful not to push in to far of course
but then I put in two fingers.  WOWIE!  My thumb was
rubbing my clitoris, two fingers … you know … I don’t
know what to call it.  Fingering myself.  Of course.  No,
finger fucking.  Oh boy, that sounds so dirty.  But I
guess that was what I was doing.  And my other hand was
playing with my boobies like normal.  When I came it was
like the best ever.

I think I might try it like that again … now … I’m
feeling, you know, the way I feel



15
Oh wow.  My head is still spinning.  Beer is great.  Too
great maybe.  Jason was so good tonight.  He bought me
this great bracelet.  See!  And the beer.  I think I’m a
bit drunk but I don’t think mum knew.

Jason took off my top and it was so good when he rubbed
my nipples that I came!  Wow.  He didn’t know though.
But it was really good.  Not as good as when I do it
myself cause I had to you know sort of control myself so
he didn’t think I was weird.

Oh shit.  Do you think I’m a slut.  I’ve never heard of
coming from having your nipples played with.  Oh god
diary, I don’t want to be a slut.  I’d die.

That’s it.  I’m going to stop masturbating and I’ll stay
a virgin till I’m at least 16.  And I won’t let Jason see
my boobs again like that.

I think I’m going to be sick


15 and 20days
I tried to stop but I can’t.  I just get so, I don’t
know, so edgy or something.  Then I couldn’t sleep.  So I
had to do it.  But what I’m going to do is make sure that
I only do it once … okay, like no more than 3 times a
week. And I won’t do it in the day ever again.  Only at
night.

I’m glad I have you to talk about this with dear diary.



15 and 75 days
Wow!  Last night Kel and I slept over at Julie’s place.
Her room is downstairs, really private and she has her
own TV and vid.  Well apparently her parents have porno
videos and she knows where they hide them.  Anyway she’d
snuck one out and we all watched it. It was called “Going
Down on the Titanic”.  I thought I knew about sex but no
way.

Going Down means sucking a guy off (I mean I knew that of
course) and that’s what the girls did to all the guys.
And had normal sex of course.  Julie made fun of what
they were doing so Kel and I did to.  But it got me so
turned on that after I had to go to the bathroom and
masturbate.  I came within about a minute I was so
excited.  And then I came again!  And when I masturbated
I was imagining that it was me who was sucking the guys
thing.  Weirdo hey diary.  I think Kel was turned on too
because she kept getting all red.  I might check her out
tomorrow.  I wonder if she masturbates.  I reckon she
does you know cause she went to the bathroom right after
me and she looked kind of funny when she came out.  Wow.
My little sis masturbates.  Wild.

The guy’s thing.  That looks so silly.  Dick?  No.
Willie?  Definitely not!  Penis? Yuck.  Cock.  His cock.
And they’re not all the same.  I thought they would be
pretty much the same but they’re kind of different
lengths and colors and everything.  Cocks.  Wow I’m
feeling, you know!  I’m only typing with one hand because
the other one is down there.

I always thought they’d look gross and that’s what I said
with Julie and I know that I said up there that they look
silly but they look really amazing, really cool.  Sort of
tough … and like really interesting, you know, sexy.

I think that I must be weird.  I just wrote that I think
that a cock looks cool.  That’s it, I’ve got to stop this
dear diary.  I can’t let myself become a slut.  NEVER.



15 and 190days
I’m going to pass all my exams diary!  Excellent.  Marcia
and I found where they keep the exam papers.  They’re in
this room next to our cheerleaders room. Today when
Marcia and I were in the room by ourselves we heard
talking.  At first we thought it was out in the locker
room but then we realised that it was coming from this
other room.  We put our ears up against the door and
could hear a couple of teachers talking about exams and
papers.  So anyway there’s this old door which is meant
to be locked that goes from our room to this other room
but it turns out that our key opens it.  Well we got the
history and English papers today and copied them.
Tomorrow we’ll get the others.  This is like the way
coolest thing ever.  No more study!

Of course we’re going to let Julie know but that’s it.
Only the three of us.  And we’ll be real careful, so
we’re not like all of a suddenly really brainy.  We’ll
just do enough so that we don’t have to waste all that
stupid time studying.  Life is cool diary, super cool.



15 and 200days
Stoooned …. Wow …. Marcia, me and Julie.  Our first
joint.  It was great, better than beer.  But I’ve got to
be careful.  I got so loose that I almost let Dave’s hand
get in my pants.  Just remembered to stop him in time.
But felt so good that I let him rub me through my jeans
and I rubbed his cock through his till he came in them.
Messy!  But way cool knowing I can make a guy come like
that.  And it feels really like interesting - his cock
that is.  I wanted to get it out of his pants but of
course I didn’t.  Maybe I will next time.  Who knows what
will happen.  Oh wow, wait till I tell Kel.  She’ll go
ballistic!

I am sooo tired.  Good tired.  Sleeeeeeppppie.  Nite Nite
Diary.  I’m going to play with me now.  Heee Heee.



15 and 297days
She did it! Marcia is no longer a virgin.  She and Kyle.
She just called me on her mobile but Kyle came back in
before she could tell me any real gos.  Have to wait till
tomorrow to hear all the sexy details.  Then I’ll
definitely let you know.  Her parents are out till really
late tonight at some Church thing her father does so they
were able to do it in her room, not the back of his car.
Kewl.

Guess that just leaves me diary.  Last of the virgins!
Have to wait a couple more months though.  Really feel
that it’s important that I’m sixteen. Don’t know why but
Tim will just have to wait till then.  At least I’ll be
protected by then.  God I hope that the pill doesn’t make
me fat.

I wonder if she came.  Like in the magazines women are
always talking about not being able to come.  That would
be like so tragic, not being able to … oh shit, slut talk
again.  Although I guess it’s okay cause you’re the only
person I talk to like this and you’re sure not going to
tell anyone else are you diary dear.

Night.  Guess what I’m going to do?  Yep.  I am going to
play with myself and think about Marcia and Kyle doing
it.  Wow, spinout!

Night diary.


Everything would have stayed as normal, Janet totally
unaware of Richard and Richard continually fantasising
about Janet if it wasn’t for their parents.  Being
neighbors they had become good friends and every few
months there was a barbecue or pool party or something
like that.  About a month before Richard’s sixteenth
birthday there was a small party at Janet’s place that
Richard’s parents dragged him along to.  Not that he
minded all that much as he got to be close to Janet which
now that he was reading her diary and knew about her
masturbating was really interesting, even if she pretty
much ignored him.

That night Janet was depressed as her current boyfriend
wasn’t going to be able to take her to a school dance the
following week.  At some point in the evening Janet’s
mother suggested that Richard take her which Richard’s
mother then backed up.  For a brief second Richard
thought that his birthday must be coming early as both
sets of parents turned to Janet.  Unfortunately Janet’s
response to the suggestion was to tell her mother and
everyone present that there was no way she could do that.

Her words were burnt into Richard’s brain.  ‘No way.
He’s not part of my crowd.  It would be totally
humiliating if I went with Richard. Don’t you realise
that all my friends would laugh at me.  That’s the
dumbest idea mum.  How could you even think it.’  And
then she ran up to her room in tears.  There was a
silence for a couple of seconds till Kelly made some lame
excuse about Janet.  She seemed genuinely annoyed at her
sister but that didn’t really help mend Richard’s
battered feelings.  Richard managed to come up with ‘I
guess that was a no?’ after which, as far as he could
tell, everyone seemed to forget it.

But Richard didn’t forget.  He remained at the party for
another fifteen minutes before heading home, more
humiliated than he’d ever been in his life.  For the rest
of that night he sat at his computer plotting his
revenge.  It was daylight when he finally went to bed,
the outline of a plan in place.  He didn’t know if he’d
be able to pull it off but either way he was going to pay
her back.

Over the next two months he continually refined the plan
as he gathered the tools he hoped to use.  Mostly bondage
equipment, some of which he bought over the internet,
some of which he made himself.  He was waiting for the
school holidays.  His parents were going away on a second
honeymoon for five weeks.  Initially he was meant to go
to his grandparents but after a fortnight of hinting and
eventually begging they’d agreed to let him stay at home
by himself.  They’d be in constant email and phone
contact and decided to treat it as a maturity test for
him.  In the meantime he knew that Janet would be home
for the holidays.  Normally she’d be away with her
parents but this year they couldn’t go because of work
commitments.  Kelly was going off to camp for the first
three weeks but Janet hadn’t wanted to do that.  Richard
also knew from Janet’s diary that all her close friends,
including her current boyfriend would be away.  The
timing would be perfect.

Finally the holidays arrived and on Sunday he was waving
goodbye to his parents as the taxi took them to the
airport.  That day and evening he started his real
preparation, getting everything ready for Monday morning.

Chapter 2 - Signing the Contract

From his parent’s bedroom window Richard watched Janet
kiss her mom goodbye as she and Janet’s dad headed off to
work at eight thirty. The night before he’d been able to
check her diary entry after she went to bed so he knew
that she was planning to spend the day at home by
herself, watching TV and working on her tan.  Gathering
the evidence he needed for part one of his plan he headed
downstairs and over to Janet’s place.

As he raised his finger to the doorbell he realised that
his hand was trembling which was not surprising the way
his stomach was feeling.  There was a moment of
hesitation as his fear almost overpowered him but then he
pressed, committing himself to actually doing it.  As he
waited he kept rehearsing what he wanted to say, but when
she finally opened the door, his mind went blank and all
he could do was stare.

“Oh, hi.  What’d you want?”

“Ummm, I, ummm …”

He hadn’t been really close to her since the party and
he’d almost forgotten how really beautiful she was.  And
she smelt amazingly fresh, like she’d just had a shower.
She had on an old loose T-shirt, a pair of baggy faded
shorts and was barefoot.  The way the twin points of her
nipples poked out at him he was sure she didn’t have a
bra on.  It took all his strength to stop from openly
staring at her tits.

“I said what do you want.  Hello, anyone home?”

“Oh, yes, sorry.  Um, I just need to talk to you for a
couple of minutes.”

“What?  What about?  Like I’m kind of busy Richard.”

It was still happening, she was still treating him like
shit.  Pretending to be busy when he knew she wasn’t.
Well not for long, he’d make sure of that.  He could feel
his resolve and his anger building, driving away his
nerves and fear.

“About these exam papers and a couple of other things.”

“What?”

Taking a big breath and looking her straight in the eye
he held out the copies of her and Marcia’s emails along
with copies of the exam papers.

“The exam papers that you and Marcia stole.”

Frozen in place she stared at him in shock as her world
turned upside down.  Slowly her eyes dropped to the
papers he was holding before she reached out and snatched
them from him.  She started rifling through them barely
reading each page as she recognised the emails she and
Marcia had sent back and forth.  Finally she looked up at
him again, trying to put it together, to work out what
was happening, why he had the papers.

“Where did you … how did you .. oh shit … Richard where’d
you get these.”

“Umm, well I kinda hacked into Marcia’s computer and,
well you know.”

“So, like I don’t get it.  What do you want?”

Suddenly it dawned on her that of course, he wanted in
when school started again.  She’d have to make sure that
he hadn’t told anyone else and make him swear not to
spread it around but she was sure Marcia wouldn’t be too
pissed off.

“You want copies.  Next term.  Okay.  Like I’d have to
talk to Marcia but, yeah, sure.”

“No, no, I don’t want that.  No way.”

“I don’t get it.  What then?”

“Well, you know.  You.  I thought that if we could, you
know go out and then, you know … do it.  Then that’d be
it.”

Watching her eyes and face as she slowly comprehended
what he really wanted was fantastic.

“It?  You mean sex?  With you?  You want me to have sex
with you?”

He just nodded at her, keeping his look as blank as he
could.

“You little shit.  You disgusting little shit.  How dare
you!  I can’t believe that I used to like you.  You’re
fucked.  I wouldn’t have sex with you if you were the
last person in the world.   I wouldn’t even let you touch
me you jerk.  How fucking dare you.  How fucking dare you
think you can do something like this.”

Now he knew he would need all his acting skills.
Dropping his eyes, he let his shoulders slump, trying to
make himself look like he was feeling really awful for
what he’d just done.

“Oh shit.  I’m sorry.  I just thought.  You’re right, I’m
a shit.  I should have known you wouldn’t have sex with
me.  I’m sorry.”

By now he was backing away.

“Please don’t tell anyone about this.  If you don’t then
I won’t tell about the cheating.  Okay.  Please Janet.”

“Okay.  And you’d better not or I’ll tell everyone what a
shit you can be.”

“I won’t.  And I’ll give you the rest of the stuff I
printed off if you promise not to tell.  I’ll have to get
it together so if you come over in half an hour I’ll have
it for you.”

Not waiting for a reply he turned and half ran across the
lawn and through the gate to his place.  Now it was up to
her and he was ninety percent certain that she would come
over to his house. When she did then he knew he had her
and if she didn’t, then at the very least he’d get back
at her by actually reporting her for cheating.  With luck
he’d be able to convince people that he hadn’t demand she
have sex with him because after all she had no proof.

As she watched Richard head to his house Janet started
shaking and the emails fell from her hands, fluttering to
the floor.  For a second she stared at them before
slamming the door shut and leaning up against it, hugging
herself as she tried to calm down.  Eventually the shakes
stopped and she was able to think clearly again.
Gathering the emails up she headed to her room.  First
thing she had to do was delete all copies on her computer
and also clear her ICQ history.  There was no one she
could call to talk this through or get around to support
her when she went over to Richard’s so she’d just have to
do it herself.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
How dare he, how dare that little shit even think that
she’d have sex with him.  When she saw him she’d really
let him have it.  Looking over at her alarm clock she
realised that it was almost thirty minutes, time to go
and get the rest of the emails he’d stolen.  She was
about to leave when she realised that she’d feel even
tougher with him if she wore something a bit better than
the T-shirt and shorts she had on.  Soon she was dressed
and feeling her normal in command self.  Slip on sandals,
short skirt and one of her fav designer T-shirts.

As she walked over to his house she could feel her power
rising.  She’d show him, really rip into him.  Reaching
his front door, she practically broke it down as knocked.
When there was no answer after a couple of seconds, she
knocked again, not stopping till he opened it.  Brushing
past him she stormed into the house and turned to face
him.

“How fucking dare you.  How fucking dare you think you
could do this to me you little shit.  I wouldn’t even let
you touch me so I’m sure not going to have sex with you.
Ever.  So give me that stuff and never, ever talk to me,
or even look at me again.  Because if you do you’ll be
real fucking sorry!”

She stood glaring at him, one hand on her hip, the other
stretched out as she demanded the papers and computer
disks he had in his hand.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have done this.  Here, I’ve
written a kind of confession.”

Handing her the package he waited while she glanced down
and then started reading the top page.

‘Mr. Johnson,

In this package there are computer disks and printouts
which concern Janet Sheen.  I thought that I could use my
knowledge about Janet’s cheating which I’d learnt from
reading her emails and her diary to make her have sex
with me whenever I wanted.  To make her my sex slave.

As well as proof of her cheating, the diary also has
stories about her masturbating, watching a porno movie,
getting drunk, smoking dope and what she really thinks
about the people she knows.

I realise that what I was planning is wrong and I will
face whatever penalty I am given for this.  What Janet
has done is a serious crime and the school, her school
friends, her parents and others should be told so they
can decide her punishment.

So I am presenting this evidence, including a full copy
of her private diary with this letter.

I am also emailing a copy of her diary to our classmates.
It is important that they know the full details of what
she has done.’

Her diary!  As she read the letter her world totally
disintegrated.  He’d read her diary.  This was the most
totally humiliating, the most devastating thing she could
ever imagine.  When she’d finished it she just stared at
it, her neck and face burning red with embarrassment, her
mind blank, not knowing what to do.  Finally he broke the
silence.

“So, I’m sorry, but I have to do this.  It’s the right
thing to do.  I’m not sure what they’ll do to you.  I
guess they’ll expel you and you’ll probably have to
repeat the year because your exams will all be
disallowed.  Anyway, that’s your copy.”

“No, no.  Richard, you can’t.  Please.”

“But like I said in the letter, I have to.  It was wrong
of me to think that you’d let me have sex with you but
what you’ve done is even more wrong.  And like you said,
you won’t even let me touch you let alone have sex with
you.  So I’m sending this off.”

Nothing mattered, only stopping him.  Anything he wanted
she’d do now.  Having sex with him was infinitely better
than letting anyone else read what was in the diary.  She
was so embarrassed, so humiliated knowing that he’d read
it that she couldn’t even look at him.  The thought that
all her friend could read it was impossible to imagine
let alone allow it to happen.

“What if I did it?  Richard?”

He was still keeping his voice down, sounding sincere yet
troubled but it was an effort to keep it like that now.

“Did what?”

“Let you have sex with me.”

“You mean you’d be my sex slave.”

Fighting to keep the look of total disgust off her face,
as she started to realise that she needed to be a lot
more careful with the way she treated him, she managed to
look up at him and put on her very best smile.

“If you promise to tell no one and give me all that stuff
then … I’ll have sex with you.  Once.”

He looked at her for a moment, for the first time letting
his gaze travel over her amazing body without feeling
that he had to hide his interest.

“Umm, no.  It would have to be more than that.  Really.”

“Okay, twice.  You can do it twice.”

“Ummm.  I don’t know.  I really want to have sex with you
but … no, I’m sorry.  I don’t really think it’s worth it
unless you agree to be my sex slave.  Especially after
what you said.”

Turning around he picked up another package which was in
a large envelope.

“Here it is.  Mail for the principal.  Sorry Janet.”

As he moved to the door, she almost leapt at him,
grabbing his arm to stop him.  Any bravado was gone,
replaced by fear and desperation.

“NO.  Please you can’t.  No, it’s not fair.  Richard,
please don’t.  I’m sorry about what I said.  I’ll make it
up to you somehow.  I’ll pay you.  I’ve got a few hundred
dollars you can have.  What about that?  And you can
sleep with me.”

“Sorry, I don’t want your money.  It’s not really worth
it unless … you know, it’s all.  Sorry.”

Pulling his arm free he walked out the door, heading down
the path to the front gate, waiting for her to stop him
again, waiting for her to completely give in.  By the
time he was half way to the gate he realised that he’d
blown it, that she wasn’t giving in.  He tried to think
of something else he could do but his mind was blank and
an immense feeling of disappointment welled up in him.
He could pretend to post it, let her suffer for a few
days, or maybe he should turn around, tell her he’d
changed his mind and that if she let him fuck her he’d
give her the stuff back.  At least that way he’d get one
fuck.

The further he got from her the more her life seemed to
disappear until finally she knew there was no choice.
She couldn’t face the world with everyone knowing what
was in her diary.

“Okay … Richard?  RICHARD.”

For a second she thought he wasn’t going to stop but then
he was turning back to her.

“Yes?”

“I’ll do it.”

Slowly he walked back to her, his heart starting to pump
with the excitement.  It was going to happen.  Somehow he
hadn’t really thought it would.  To have fantasies about
it were one thing but to actually have it happening, to
have the most beautiful girl he knew saying she would be
his sex slave was far beyond anything that he thought he
could really achieve.  YES!  Although he wanted to leap
in the air, to whoop and holler, he didn’t.  Control he
thought, have to keep in control, have to make sure that
she knows who’s in charge all the time.  Then he was
standing in front of her again.

“You’ll do what?”

She glared at him.  She might have to be his ‘sex slave’
but she wasn’t about to say it.

“You know, what you want you little shit!”

“What I want is for you to tell me exactly what you are
going to be and to never call me a ‘little shit’.  So
let’s start again.  What will you do?”

She still glared at him.  There was no way she was going
to say it.  She could cope with not calling him a little
shit because she’d just think that anyway but she
couldn’t say ‘sex slave’.

“Look you know what I’ll do so stop being stupid.”

“Nope, I didn’t think you really meant it.  See ya.”

Turning, he headed back down the path.  This time he’d
only gone a few steps when he heard her running after
him.  Then she was standing in front of him blocking his
way.

“No, Richard, don’t please.  I’m sorry.  I do mean it.
I’ll say it.  Please don’t go.”  She took a big breath.
“I’ll, I’ll be your … your sex slave.”

For what seemed like an eternity they stared at each
other until finally she dropped her eyes, slumping her
shoulders.

“Go back inside and wait for me.”

As she walked she could feel herself trembling.  He’d won
and now she was going to have to do whatever he wanted.
This morning she’d woken bored but feeling okay and now
she was about to have sex with Richard.  Unbelievable.
Once inside the house she stopped, unsure where to go,
hoping that he wouldn’t say the bedroom.  Maybe he’ll
tell me it was all just a stupid game she thought but
when he spoke any hope of that quickly disappeared.  As
she heard the door close behind her it felt as if she was
being locked away.

“As my slave you will call me Master.  You will obey me
instantly, no questions, no hesitation, no matter what I
tell you.  Understand?”

“Yes.”

“No, you have to say ‘yes Master’, okay?”

“Yes Master.”

“Okay.  Now I printed out a kind of contract last night
that I think you should sign.  Just to make it official
you know.  Come on, it’s in my room.”

Walking past her he headed down the hall to his room.
Over the years she’d spent lots of time in there before
she’d told him she couldn’t play with him anymore.  It
had always been a place for fun and games, but now it was
a place for fear.

When she got to his room he was over by his computer,
holding a piece of paper out to her.  As she took the
paper from him she checked out the room which was
different from the last time she’d been in it.  He now
had a double bed and there were lots of posters of half
naked girls like Pamela Anderson on the walls.

“Read it.”

i janet sheen hereby agree to be the sex slave of Richard
Marks, my Master, until such time as He shall tire of me.
As His sex slave i will live by the following creed and
rules.

1.  i am a sex slave and nothing more.

2.  i will not speak without my master’s permission

3.  my only desire is to serve, obey and please my
Master.

4.  i worship my Master's body.

5.  i acknowledge that i am nothing more than an object -
an instrument to be used by my Master for his pleasures.

6.  i acknowledge that my body and mind is the property
of my Master.

7.  i will never again masturbate without my Master’s
permission.

8.  i will always thank my Master for all He gives me.

9.  i will never hesitate when responding to my Master.

10. i will maintain my punishment book which will list
all the times i upset my Master with my disobedience and
thoughtlessness.

11. i will thank my Master for the discipline and
punishments i receive from Him.

12. i will always submit to my Master.

13. i shall wear the collar my Master gives me with pride
for it signifies His ownership of me and my devotion to
Him.

14. i will never look into the eyes of my Master without
his permission.

15. my head will remain bowed and my eyes will be cast
down in the presence of my Master.

16. my rightful "place" is on my knees before my Master.

17. i will always be ready to please my Master.

18. The opportunity to please my Master is very important
to me and i will take every chance to do so.

19. i will never reach orgasm without my Master’s
permission.

20. i will tell my Master when i need to be punished and
why.

21. i will tell my Master when i have been bad.

22. i must never show disrespect for my Master in any way
- no matter where i am - in his presence or not.

23. The needs of my Master are more important than my
own.

24. i am allowed to suggest ways to further my training
or use of me as long as i address my Master properly
first.

25. i will always respond fully both physically and
verbally to whatever my Master does with me.

26. i must always feel and act sexual - i am a sexual
being.

27. If my Master uses me to make love with - i will
aggressively respond.

28. i will not date others or form a relationship with
others without permission and approval from my Master. If
i should have sex with others i will have it safely and
will always tell my Master in detail the sex i have had.

When she finished reading it she took a second before she
handed it back to him.

“You’re a psycho.  I’m not fucking signing that.”

“Hey, you said you’d be my slave.  This just makes it
sort of official.”

“No way.  You know what Richard?  You can just get
fucked!  This whole thing is fucked.  Okay?”

She stood there glaring at him, daring him to do
anything, the anger rising once again.  As he turned and
put the paper back on his desk she smiled, thinking that
she’d won.  All she’d needed to do was be really strong.

“Okay.  I guess you’d better go.”  He sat at his desk and
started typing.  “I’ll just start sending the emails with
your diary attached.”

Her focus shifted to the screen and she realised that he
had an email program up and there looked like there were
dozens on names in the address book, names she
recognised.  She just stared, horrified at the reality of
what he was planning.  He was actually going to do it, to
send her diary to everyone.  She’d die!

“No.  Richard.  NO.”

He stopped typing and swung back to her, the contract in
his hand.

“You’ve got two choices.  Sign or don’t.  I couldn’t give
a shit anymore.  If you don’t care if the world knows
what a cheat you are then piss off.  Otherwise sign the
fucking contract.  I’ll give you five seconds.  One, two,
three, four …”

“Okay, alright, I’ll sign it.”

He put it back on the desk and held out a pen.  Taking it
from him she signed down the bottom and then he added his
signature.  Carefully folding it he put it away in the
desk and then turned back to her.

“I want you to kneel on the floor over there, facing the
bed.”

The bed!  She looked at him for a second, knowing she was
probably going to have to do things that were far worse
that kneeling on the floor.  Moving over to where he’d
pointed she knelt, crossing her arms protectively over
her tits, sullenly waiting for him to start mauling her.

“Knees apart.”

Glowering at him, she reluctantly she inched them apart.

“Further.  Keep going till I tell you to stop.”

Now she was starting to feel embarrassed as she pushed
her knees further and further apart, unable to stop her
skirt creeping up, exposing more and more of her thighs.
It wasn’t until her knees were almost two feet apart and
her skirt was almost at the top of her thighs that he let
her to stop.

“Okay, now sit back.  No, not on you heels, I want your
bum on the floor.  Your feet should be in line with you
knees.  That’s right.  Now put your hands down on your
legs like this.”

She looked up at him and he had his palms flat on his
thighs.  Slowly she did what he said, placing her hands
half way up her thighs, taking the opportunity to tug her
skirt down as much as she could, glad that at least she
could defy his perving a little bit.

“Pull your shoulders back.  Come on stick your tits out.”
She hesitated, unable to do what he said, not prepared
for him to talk to her like that.  “Do it I said, come on
slave.”

She could feel her face burning as she pulled her
shoulders back, pushing her boobs out, for the first time
in her life feeling like they were a liability, not the
asset she always considered them.

“Good, but I’ll have to punish you for that later.  Here
write it down in your book.”

He held the book out to her, almost daring her to refuse
to take it.

For a second she hesitated but as far as she was
concerned the book was just another of his sicko
fantasies so she took it from him.  And it meant that she
could hunch her shoulders forward, hiding her boobs from
him again.  Stuff you, she thought!

“Write ‘Refused to properly display my tits’.”

Glaring at him she reluctantly opened the book and wrote
it down.

“Good, now give me the book and put your hands back where
they should be and make sure your tits are sticking out.
Keep your head up but look down at the floor.  Do it!
Excellent.  See you can be a good slave girl!”

By now his blood was pounding, his cock felt like it was
going to explode and he was having trouble breathing he
was so excited.  She looked so sexy kneeling there with
her big tits sticking out, begging to be squeezed and her
skirt was so far up her beautiful thighs he could almost
see her crotch.  He so wanted to rip her clothes off and
start fucking her on the floor, to finally find out how
good it would be to have his cock inside a cunt.  But he
knew that it would be even better, even more satisfying
if she was begging him to fuck her, if he could really
make her a slave.  So he stood behind her, taking some
deep breaths, determined to continue with his plan.

“This is your ‘at ease’ position.  Now put your hands
behind your back.  In the small of your back.  Keep them
open with one wrist resting on top of the other.  Eyes on
the floor, tits out.  Good.”

It looked like her hands were tied up with one resting on
top of the other.  The only problem now was that she was
still clothed, but not for long.

“And this is your ready position.  Whenever I come into a
room or approach you this is the position you will
instantly assume unless I tell you otherwise.
Understand?”

She knew that he expected her to answer but it was really
difficult to say anything to him other than fuck off.
But she was still conscious of all the damming
information he had about her.  So she said the words, but
she made sure he knew how she felt.  He might be able to
make her do things but she’d make sure he knew she
thought he was a total arsehole.

“Yes … master.”

“You know I don’t like your tone.  Way too much attitude.
If that means you’re rethinking our arrangement, you’d
better tell me.  Otherwise I’d suggest you learn how to
show me a lot more respect or you’ll be spending all your
time writing down punishments.  Now say it again, slave,
with respect.”

The panic well up in her again and this time she did her
best to make him believe her.

“Yes master.”

“That’s much better.”

He moved to the bed and sat down, facing her.  This is it
she thought, he’s going to fuck me and for a second the
tears welled up in her eyes as she realised that her
virginity was going to be taken by him, that he was going
to rape her.

“I should explain the importance of this position.  It
says that you’re body is totally available to me, that
it’s mine to do with as I please and that you won’t try
to stop me.  So you stay in that position till I tell you
to relax and then you can go to the ‘at ease’ position or
do whatever else I tell you to do.  Like now.  Now I want
you to take your top off.”

She knew this had to come so it was no surprise.
Unclasping her hands, she tugged the T-shirt out of the
waistband of her skirt and then crossing her arms over,
took each side and started pulling it off over her head.

This wasn’t going to be the first time that he’d seen her
partly naked as he’d often watched her and her friends in
their bikinis at the pool.  But this was the first time
it had happened in his room, it was the first time he’d
been in a position where he could watch without worrying
that he’d be told to stop perving.

He was transfixed as the T-shirt slowly rose up,
revealing her narrow waist, cute belly button and her
lightly tanned mid-riff.  Then it seemed to catch on the
underside of her boobs and she had to tug to get it to
clear them.  She was wearing a white bra that was frilly
on the top and showed the swell of her boobs and lots of
the cleavage.  Her nipples were hidden but still obvious
from the twin bumps at the front of the bra cups.  All
too soon the T-shirt was off and she was holding her arms
across her boobs, using the T-shirt to cover them.

“Give it to me and then back to your ready position.”

She reached out with the T-shirt and then reluctantly put
her hands behind her back, wishing now that she’d worn a
sports top which would have covered her boobs a bit more.

“Oh yeah, nice tits … real nice.  Now, take off the
skirt, give it to me and then go back to your ready
position, slave.  No, you don’t need to stand, I’m sure
you’ll be able to do it kneeling down.”

There was a button and a zip at the back of the skirt
that she easily undid.  Then she had to push and wriggle
to get it down her legs and off as she stayed kneeling on
the ground.  It made her boobs jiggle inside the bra and
as she bent over he got a real good look at the valley
between her boobs.  Then his focus went to between her
legs where a pair of pale blue panties were covering her
cunt.  They looked faded, old and had a lacey trim.  The
most exciting thing was the strands of blonde pubic hair
that were peeking out on one side.

As she struggled to pull the skirt over her feet, her
sandals became caught up in it and were pulled off,
falling to the floor behind her.  She held out the skirt
and when he took it she resumed the position.  Now, with
her skirt off and her legs spread wide she really felt
exposed and vulnerable.  As she stared at the floor she
saw where her pubic hair was showing and she felt her
face flush as she hoped he wouldn’t notice.  Vain hope,
she knew because she had no doubt that soon he’d be
demanding that she take off her panties.

“Let’s see, what next?  Bra or panties?  Bra I think.  I
want to see your tits.”

She brought her hands up to the catch at the back of her
bra and suddenly she was shaking and the tears started
rolling down her cheeks as, through her sobs, she begged
him and brought her hands around, covering her breasts
and bringing her knees together.

“Please Richard, please don’t do this.  You can’t.  It’s
not right.  Please.  I can’t do it.  Richard.”

She looked up at him, her cheeks wet and her big,
beautiful blue eyes now red from her tears, as she
pleaded with him.  And he felt his cock getting even
harder as he realised how much power he really had over
her.  Even if he wanted to stop, his cock wasn’t going to
let him.  More than ever he wanted to break her, wanted
to humiliate her for the way she’d treated him over the
last three years.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at her and eventually
she dropped her eyes as she managed to control her
sobbing.  Now she knew that this wasn’t going to stop,
and she felt exhausted and wanted to collapse and roll
into a tiny ball.

He wasn’t sure what to do next, either get her back in
position or get her to write in the punishment book.
Probably best to do the punishment book first.

“Here.  I think you have a few things to enter.  Take
it!”

Reaching out she took the book, opening it up, holding
the pen ready to write.

“Refused to show tits to my master … spoke to my master
without permission … didn’t show proper respect when
talking to my master … didn’t stay in my ready position …
tried to hide my tits from master with my arms … Okay
that probably covers it.”

Because he had to wait between each punishment for her to
write it down, it was taking quite a long time and he was
getting impatient to get on with it, impatient to
actually fuck her.  But just as he was about to take the
book back from her he realised there was one more and he
knew just what the punishment would be for it.

“I almost forgot.  Write down, tried to hide cunt from my
master.”

Her hand was shaking again as she wrote the last one
down.  Cunt.  It wasn’t a word she used and certainly not
one she’d ever written.

“Give me the book.  Now get in position.   Your legs were
further apart than that weren’t they.  Better.  Come on
stick your tits out.  Okay, now this time I want you to
ask me for permission to take off you bra.”

There was a moment of confusion where she almost started
taking off the bra before she realised what he’d said.
Then she almost panicked as she tried to work out what to
say.

“Umm, can I take off my bra … master.”

It wasn’t a very convincing ask and she’d almost
forgotten to say master, but he didn’t want to waste any
more time with her writing down punishments at the
moment.

“Not very convincing.  So if you don’t want me to fucking
rip if off for you try again slave.  Try to fucking
convince me that you really want it off!”

It was the first time he’d raised his voice and suddenly
she was scared.

“Please master, please let me take off my bra for you.”

“Okay slave, take it off.”

Her hands moved up and undid the clasp and she peeled the
straps down her arms, letting a male see her breasts for
only the second time.  Her left hand went behind her back
again as she held the bra out to him with her right hand.

He took the bra from her, barely registering that she was
keeping herself in the ready position.  He was in heaven,
staring at her perfect globes, better than anything he’d
ever seen in magazines or on the net.  They were so big
he’d expected them to drop down, hang low but they didn’t
sag at all, defying gravity as they sat high on her
chest, tanned across the top and white underneath.  And
the nipples were dark red and looked thick, sitting out
from the slightly lighter aureoles, staring straight at
him, practically begging him to suck and bite them.   The
aureoles were really amazing, like little mounds that sat
on top of her tits.  He wasn’t sure how long he sat
there, her bra in one hand, awestruck by her tits.
Finally his gaze dropped down to her crotch.

“Take off the panties.”

There was no hesitation this time and she was obviously
learning as she struggled to pull them off and stay in
her kneeling position.  She did have to bring her knees
together to get them off but as soon as they cleared her
feet she spread her knees, once again holding her hand
out for him to take the clothing form her.

It was impossible to see anything more than her pubic
hair as she took them off but once they’d gone and she
was spreading her legs again, he got his first view of
live pussy.  Her blonde pubic hair was sparse and looked
like it was very fine.  There was a sort of tuft of it
and then below that were her cunt lips.  The most
exciting thing was her inner lips which as her legs
opened, peeked through, sort of a coral red colour and
crinkled.

She had never been so embarrassed, so humiliated in her
life as he just stared at her, looking at her most
private part.  Finally he stood up but instead of coming
to her he went over to his desk.  When he came back, she
could see that he had some kind of leather strap that he
held out to her, waiting for her to take it before he sat
back down on the bed.

“Here.  This goes round your neck.  Make sure you lock
it.  It’s your slave collar and I’m the only one with the
key.”

It was made from soft black leather, was about an inch
wide and had six rings on it as well as a tiny padlock on
the clasp.  Wrapping it round her neck she easily locked
it in place, once more thinking how stupid this all was,
even in the midst of her embarrassment.

He sat there, staring at her as she put the collar on,
fascinated with the way her breasts flattened slightly as
her hands went behind her head and then rounded out again
as she resumed her ready position.  He knew he should get
on with it, that he should fuck her, but something kept
holding him back.  Suddenly he realised what it was.  For
at least the last three years he’d be jerking off with
fantasies of Janet and they weren’t just about fucking
her, they were about her begging him, about her
submitting to him completely.  But she wasn’t ready for
that yet.  Even if she did beg, she’d only be pretending.
He knew he’d have to push her a lot further before she
really started to submit to him.

“Okay, crawl over here and suck my cock.  Show me what a
great cocksucker you are!”

It was happening!  Sex.  And not just normal sex.  She
looked up at him, almost in shock at his words and once
again the tears started flowing and before she could stop
herself she was begging him to let her go.

“Please don’t.  Richard, please.  I can’t.  Please I just
want to go home.  I’m sorry that I cheated.”

He let her blubber for a few minutes, enjoying the
spectacle of her jiggling tits as she knelt there, wiping
the tears from her eyes.  Finally she stopped and only
the sound of her heavy breathing filled the room.  He got
up from the bed and went to his desk, returning with a
nine foot lead.  She jerked her head as he clipped it
onto one of the rings on her collar but she didn’t try to
stop him.

“After that little outburst I think that it’s time for
your first punishment session.  Come on slave.”

Chapter 3 - Learning the Hard Way

Heading for the door, he didn’t give her time to stand,
forcing her to scramble up to avoid falling over.  As he
led her from his bedroom down the hall and into the
family room, he knew she was trying covering her tits and
cunt with her arms and hands.  Later he’d deal with that
and teach her how to walk around naked but for now he
wanted to make sure he got her in position for her
punishment before she realised what was happening.

Stopping under the heavy wooden beam that ran along the
roof, he tugged down on the lead.

“Get down.  Quickly, into your ready position slave.”

She did as he ordered, almost feeling a comfort in the
position.  At least kneeling down like this meant he
couldn’t have sex with her she thought.  He unclipped the
lead and held out a piece of black material.

“This is a blindfold.  I want you to put it on.  Now!”

Taking it from him she reluctantly put it over her eyes.
The eye covers were padded and there was a small lock
that she clicked shut at the back of her head.  As she
let go of it and started to bring her hands back behind
her, the panic welled up.  Now she felt even more naked
and for the first time she started to feel scared.
Before she could do or say anything though he was ready
with the next step.

“Hold you left arm out in front of you.”

“Oh.”

She’d tentatively reached out and he’d held her forearm.
Then he was putting something around her wrist.

“Other arm.”

The procedure was quickly repeated but she had no idea
what it was around her wrists.

“Stand up.  Put your right arm up in the air.  Now you
left arm.”

As she lifted each arm up, he easily secured them to the
ropes that were hanging from the beam above her.  At the
moment her hands were only held at head height but he’d
fix that eventually.  Before then he needed her silenced
and he had just the thing for that, a special gag.  It
was a rubber ball with a strap on it that, like the
blindfold, could be locked at the back of the person’s
head.  What made it special was the small air pump that
was attached to it.  The ball was fairly small which made
it easy to get into someone’s mouth.  Once it was in, a
couple of squeezes on the pump and the ball expanded,
filling their mouth completely.  Of course he hadn’t used
it on anyone yet except to test it on himself, but he was
confident that it would silence most of her screams.
When he’d fantasised about whipping her it was always the
sound of her first scream that worried him.  He knew that
after the first one he’d be okay, but he need to have her
silenced at least for the first time.

It, and all the other things he’d bought over the last
few weeks were expensive and really stretched his limited
financial resources but he was now starting to see the
payoff.

By now she was getting really nervous about what he was
doing.  She knew that by his stupid rules she wasn’t
meant to talk without permission but she had to, she
really had to tell him to stop it, let him know how much
he was scaring her, appeal to him somehow.

Unfortunately the moment when she opened her mouth to
speak was just as he was about to tell her to open it
anyway so before she could say anything there was some
strange thing in her mouth.  Shaking her head as she
tried to push it out with her tongue but before she could
do anything it was getting bigger and then it was filling
her mouth completely, flattening her tongue.

The diameter of the ball gag was now bigger than her lips
could stretch so until he let the air out, there was no
way she could get rid of it.  He smiled to himself as she
started making inarticulate grunts, twisting her head
about, ineffectually trying to get rid  of the ball.  He
realised that he didn’t really need to secure the gag but
he did anyway, stepping behind her to lock it off
alongside the blindfold lock.  Almost there he thought,
only her feet left to secure and then she was totally
his, gagged, blindfolded and tied up!

For her feet he had ankle cuffs that had ropes running to
the opposite walls where they were tied off.  Crouching
down he grabbed her left ankle and pulled it sideways
towards the first cuff.  He almost couldn’t do it, the
touch of her skin against his hand was so magical he
hesitated, wanting to run his hand up her leg.  Then she
futilely tried to resist him and that was enough to keep
him going and he quickly secured her.  Moving to her
right ankle, he had to drag her foot across the floor,
till her feet were almost four feet apart before he was
able to secure the second ankle cuff.

As he stood back to examine his work his work he felt a
rush of adrenaline and almost had to sit down it was so
overpowering.  It was the most exciting, sexiest sight
he’d ever seen, a million times more exciting than any
fantasy he’d ever had.  He had her, the girl of his
dreams, naked except for the collar, ball gag, blindfold
and cuffs on her ankles and wrists, secured totally
helpless in the middle of the room.

When he’d spread her feet apart her body had been lowered
closer to the floor and now her elbows were level with
her shoulders which is just how he’d hoped she’d end up.
This meant that her boobs were still full on her chest,
not flattened out as he thought they’d probably have been
if he’d pulled her arms up to tightly.  Her legs were
stretched, the muscles clearly showing, leading up to her
beautiful cunt mound and her stomach, almost concave from
the position she was in.

But it was her nipples that drew him, like magnets
begging him to touch them, to finally feel their
perfection and he moved closer, reaching out till he
captured them between his finger and thumb.  She grunted
and tried to pull away which pissed him off, but there
was nowhere to go and he held on, marveling at their
thickness and the rubbery feel as he started gently
twisting and tugging them.  They seemed bigger than when
she’d first taken off her bra, probably from fear he
thought, not being foolish enough to imagine that she was
getting turned on.  They were certainly bigger than he’d
expected they would be.

“You tried to pull away then.  Naughty slave.  Never pull
away when your master wants to play with your nipples.
You know why?  Because if you do then I might just have
to do this.”

And he started applying pressure, squeezing harder and
harder as he twisted her nipples till it felt like he was
going to tear them off her breasts.  She screamed louder
than she ever screamed in her life but only a muffled
sound came through the gag as she thrashed about,
desperately trying to escape the pain.

For at least a minute he kept it up, clamping down as
tightly as he could, twisting as hard as he could,
distorting her tit flesh.  He could see fresh tears
coming out from under her blindfold and from the tortured
sounds that escaped from her gag and the way she vainly
tried to pull her nipples free of his hands he had no
doubt that the pain was excruciating.  And he loved it,
loved the fact that he was actually starting to pay her
back for the years of humiliation and rejection.

Finally he released the pressure and stepped back.

“I hope that you’re a quick learner because you’re going
to be in a lot more pain next time you try something like
that slave.”

He was tempted to reach down and play with her pussy but
decided that could wait another half hour.  Because now
he really wanted to get on with her punishment, really
wanted to push her so far that she willingly do anything
that he demanded.

Behind her, in a box against the wall was his collection
of whips.  He’d been gathering them for a while now but
this was the first time he’d be using them on a body and
not just pretending with pillows and things.  The first
one he had decided to use was a simple riding crop which
he swished through the air as he moved back to stand
behind her.  He checked the punishment book and quickly
marked down how many strokes each item would receive.
Single strokes for speaking without permission, not
calling him master and not staying in position.  She’d
broken each of those rules twice so that meant six
strokes on her bum.

As he lined up for the first stroke he almost forgot
about what he was planning as he became transfixed by the
sight of her perfect arse.  Her legs and back were tanned
but her arse was white and he decided he preferred her
like that.  It made her arse cheeks stand out so
beautifully.  There were these twin globes, like bubbles
that seemed to be begging to be grabbed, to have his
fingers sink into them.  Begging to have his cock ram
between them as he would do eventually.  But first the
punishment.

“You’re getting one stroke for each of the following
slave.  You spoke without permission two times, moved
from your ready position without permission two times and
there were two time when you didn’t show me proper
respect and address me as your master.  You have been a
very bad slave and so I have to punish you!”

She had no idea what he was talking about and was turning
her head to where his voice was coming from when her bum
erupted with pain.  She screamed into her gag, trying to
pull away as fresh slices of pain rained down on her
behind.

As each stroke landed, her body jerked, straining against
her bonds and a white stripe would appear where the crop
landed which almost immediately turned red as the blood
rushed to the surface.  Although he was pretty sure from
the way she was jerking around and groaning that it was
hurting her, he wasn’t really hitting very hard.  He
didn’t want to cause any serious damage, certainly didn’t
want to risk cutting her.  Not that it wasn’t tempting to
really lay into her!  Instead though he concentrated on
finding a different part of her bum for each stroke.  The
first one was straight across her bum, then one on each
arse cheek.  Next he brought the crop down in an overhead
swing across the top of her bum then reversed, bringing
it up from under, catching her in the crease between her
bum and the tops of her thighs.  The way she leapt in the
air, this one must have really hurt.  Finally he stood
directly behind her and struck so that just the flap on
the end of the crop swiped across each cheek.

It took a while before Janet registered that he’d stopped
hitting her.  Her arse was still on fire, but the sudden
stabs of pain that happened each time he hit her had
stopped.  She tried to control her sobbing, praying that
he wouldn’t hit her any more, afraid that she’d go crazy
with the pain if he did.

But he was only finished with the crop, not with the
punishment.  That had a long way to go and now he was
going to try a small whip that was called the tenderiser.
It had a handle that was about twelve inches long and
then there were 20 thin strips of soft leather, each
about eighteen inches long.  This time his target was her
tits and he wasn’t going to warn her so he was as quiet
as possible as he positioned himself in front of her.
Holding the whip out to the side, he lined it up with her
left tit mound and swung but at the last moment he
brought his arm down and lashed her stomach instead.

Again she screamed, the sound muffled in her throat as
her stomach exploded in strips of red hot pain.  It was
worse then the pain in her arse, it felt like her stomach
was being burnt.  As she hopelessly tried to break free
it kept raining down on her from one side to the other,
two, three, four, five, six strokes before it stopped.

While he whipped her he tried to work out why he hadn’t
whipped her boobs as he’d planned.  After all he’d
fantasised about whipping her tits for long enough.
Finally he realised he’d been scared that he’d damage
them and the thought of really damaging her gorgeous tits
was too much.  But as he whipped her stomach he could see
that the whip wasn’t going to scar her, certainly not if
he didn’t use too much force.

“That’s six strokes for refusing to suck my cock slave.
Next time you’d better be willing to prove what a good
cock sucker you are or I’ll  whip you a hundred times.
Now what else do I have to punish you for?”

Pulling out the punishment book, he held it up to her
head and rustled the pages so she’d think he was looking
through it.

“Oh yes, here it is, you seemed to think that I shouldn’t
see your big tits.  I’ve got one, two … four offences
listed here.  I reckon two strokes each.  Total of eight
lashes on your tits I think.  Now this one I’m told will
really hurt!”

She couldn’t believe that he was going to do it.  She
begged and begged him not to but all that came out were
muffled grunts.  This nightmare just kept getting worse
and worse.  And then the pain started again.

Once more he lined up her left tit and this time he
connected.  The strands of the whip looked like they were
caressing her tit as they struck, pushing it towards its
twin with the force of the blow before it wobbled back.
After the first lash he had to pause, catching his breath
from the excitement, tensing his groin to stop from
coming as he watched the red stripes starting to come out
on her beautiful tit.  Six time he lashed her tits
alternating sides before he stepped back half a pace to
line up the last two strokes.  These lashes barely
touched her, flicking over her tits, but they ripped at
her nipples, sending barbed pain deep into her tits.

“Okay one more punishment to go before we get to your
daily punishment for being a cheat.  The way I’m going to
work your cheating punishment is that I’ll just repeat
all the other punishments for the day.  So let’s see,
that means six plus twelve plus four plus two … twenty
two more lashes.  And of course the next two that you’re
going to get for trying to hide your cunt from me.  And
guess where I’m going to have to whip you for that
slave!”

Through the daze of pain and shock she heard him but
didn’t comprehend what he meant till the pain hit her
again.  Twice he brought the whip up between her spread
legs, lashing the tops of her thighs and digging it into
her tender cunt flesh.  As each lash struck home she
jerked crazily against her bonds hopelessly trying to
escape.  The strands of the whip curled through her
pussy, spreading the lips apart, reaching back to sting
her arse hole.  As she silently screamed she felt as
though her life must be over, unable to even think how
she’d be able to live through another twenty two lashes.
She was sure that her flesh must be ripped, bleeding by
now as her whole body ached from the punishment.

Although he’d been planning to match her punishment for
cheating against all the other punishments he gave her,
as he looked at her beautiful body, now laced with red
stripes he started to worry that another 20 lashes might
be too much.  He knew he’d enjoy doing it, but there was
no way he wanted to risk scarring her or anything like
that.  But he’d said he was going to keep whipping her
and he knew instinctively that to keep the upper hand he
couldn’t back down.  Then he thought of how he could do a
trade.  Reduce the whipping if she was willing to
humiliate herself which would work out even better, would
be even more of a turn on if she did what he had in mind.
Stepping up to her he grasped her jaw.

“Now the idea of the punishment is to help you learn how
a slave should act.  Do you think you’ve learnt that?”

She desperately nodded her head, trying to say yes,
wanting him to know that she’d do anything he asked if he
stopped hurting her.

“Good.  At least I think that was a yes.  It’s a bit hard
to hear you properly with the gag in your mouth.  And you
won’t try to hide your tits from me will you?  Good.  Or
your cunt?  Excellent.  What about sucking my cock?  Are
you ready to prove that you’re a cocksucker?  Good.  Then
I guess that it’s time to get on with the rest of your
punishment.”

He let go of her jaw and walked around her, letting the
tension grow knowing she was waiting fearfully for the
whipping to continue.

“Tell you what, I’m willing to reduce the next punishment
to let’s say four lashes if you really prove to me that
you’re learning to be a good slave.  What I’ll do is give
you ten minutes to think about this.  At the end of ten
minutes I’ll take the gag out and when I do that I’ll
expect you to thank me for taking my time to whip a
worthless slave like you.  To tell me how much you want
to suck my cock, to swallow my cum.  Like in that video
Going Down on the Titanic.  Remember the one?  You wrote
about watching it in your diary, didn’t you?”

She’d been so worried about the cheating that she’d
forgotten about the other things in her diary.  And the
video wasn’t all she realised, her despair growing even
more.  She’d also written in her diary about masturbating
and the fantasies she used when she masturbated.

“Then you’ll beg me to whip you four more times for
cheating.  Anywhere I want, your cunt, your tits, your
arse, anywhere.  And after I’ve done that you’ll thank me
because you deserve to be whipped.  Okay, you have ten
minutes to make up your mind.  And from now on I expect
you to talk dirty, real dirty.  Like a slut, the
sluttiest that you can imagine, slave.  Oh, and by the
way, if you agree to this but don’t do it properly, I’ll
have to tie you back up and whip you till I’m too
exhausted to continue.”

Four more lashes, that’s all she’d have to put up with.
In her mind, there was no question about what she’d do.
She’d talk as dirty as she could, say anything he wanted
her to say to avoid the pain of the whipping he’d just
given her.  As she waited she tried to remember what she
had to do and even rehearsed in her mind what to say to
keep him happy.

Meanwhile he’d gone to find his father’s digital camera.
It was top of the range equipment and he soon had twenty
explicit snaps of Janet.  He was careful not to get
anything in the photos that might give away where they
were taken because he wanted to post them on the
internet.  With these photos and the ones he’d be able to
take in the days ahead, he reckoned he’d quickly become a
legend of the newgroups.

Finally he was ready.  It had been more like fifteen
minutes by the time he stood in front of her again.

“Okay slave, I’m going to take out your gag off now so
you can tell me which it will be.  Two choices.  Twenty
two lashes or you start proving to me what a great sex
slave you can be.”

Moving behind her he unlocked the gag then, back in front
of her again, he released the small valve, allowing the
ball in her mouth to deflate so he could pull it out.

“Okay slave, what it’s to be?”

At first she couldn’t speak her mouth was so stiff and
dry from the gag which she’d had in for almost an hour.
She worked her jaw, taking big swallow till finally she
could speak.

“I’ll do what you want … master.”

She almost forgotten to call him master and she tensed,
half expecting him to hit her.  But he didn’t register
that, all he heard was the amazing submissive tone in her
voice.  He’d done it, he’d turned her from an up herself
bitch to a slave, willing to do whatever he wanted.

“Oh.”

He hadn’t hit her, he was holding her nipples again and
she just managed to control her impulse to pull back at
the unexpected touch.  She waited for him to squeeze
them, to continue torturing her but all he did was
lightly rub his thumbs over the tips, sending a shiver
through her body.

“You know what I want slave.  Thank me.”

“Yes master.  Thank you for whipping me.  For punishing
me.”

His insides did a somersault as he listened to her.  Her
voice had changed so much, the “fuck you” attitude was
gone and it really sounded like she meant what she was
saying.  This was more than he’d ever believed possible,
this was really like living the fantasy where she
actually became his submissive sex slave.  It was
intoxicating and now that he knew he could do and say
anything to her he wanted more.

“You’re a worthless slave aren’t you?”

“Yes master.”

“No, say it, say you’re a worthless slave.”

There was no hesitation, she really wanted to please him,
to keep him from hurting her anymore.

“I’m a worthless slave master.”

 “And you want me to let you suck my cock and swallow my
come don’t you slave?”

“Yes master.”

He started squeezing her nipples again.

“Ahhh, hurts … please master, master, please let me suck
you cock, let me swallow your come.  Please let me suck
you off, please master.  Ahhhh.  Oh, please I want to
suck you, I really do.  I really want to suck you cock, I
want your come.  Oh, oh, thank you, thank you master.”

Reluctantly he let go of her nipples, secure though in
the knowledge that he could play with them any time he
wanted.  He crouched down, staring at her cunt as he
released her ankles from the cuffs.  He really wanted to
sink his fingers into her cunt.  But he wanted her cunt
to be wet, wet and hot, the first time and he couldn’t
see any wetness yet.  So he decided to wait.  Maybe she’d
get wet when she sucked him he thought.  If not, he’d
just have to use the lubricant he’d bought.

She brought her legs together, relieved to at least be
able to hide herself “down there” from him.  She waited,
hopefully, for him to release her hands but he wasn’t
finished with the whipping yet.

“Beg me to whip you again.”

“Please whip me master.”

“I hope you haven’t forgotten what I said earlier.  Where
do you want me to whip you?  Hey?  Because if you don’t
ask me properly it won’t be four lashes, I’ll double it.”

“No, no, I’m sorry.  I want you to whip me everywhere.
Please master, please whip me anywhere you want … my
back, my bum, legs, stomach … my, my tits … my … my cunt
…”

“That’s better.  After each lash I want you to thank me
and tell me how many there are left.”

He didn’t wait for her to reply, lashing her across her
stomach.

“Ahhhh …. thank you master … three more.”

He whipped her across her shoulders, the back of her
thighs and finally across her heaving tits.  Each time
she cried out and each time she thanked him.

“Ahhhh …. thank you master.”

“Now I’ll uncuff your hands.  And I’ll expect you to
kneel down in your ready position.”

When he released the cuffs she sank to the floor,
kneeling as ordered, hands behind her while he fiddled at
the back of her head, releasing the blindfold.  As it
came off she blinked at the light, momentarily blinded
before she fearfully looked down at her body, expecting
to see it bloody and bruised.  Her relief when all she
saw were the faded red splotches was so strong that she
almost wanted to thank him.

Now he really was ready to come in her for the first time
he thought as he sat on the couch a few feet from her.

“Crawl to me slave.”

It just kept getting worse, more degrading, more
humiliating but she knew she had no choice.  If he told
her to crawl then she’d have to crawl and so she did, her
boobs hanging down, swaying as she crawled across the
floor till her hands were at his feet.

“Ready position.”

As she resumed the position, he lifted his right foot and
rested it on the slope of her left tit.

“Take it off.”

She hurriedly complied, glad to be able to lift the shoe
off her breast as she unlaced it and put it on the floor.

“And the sock.”

Once that was off he repeated the procedure with his left
foot, first taking the time to scrape it over her tit.

“Take off my jeans slave, then my underpants, then start
sucking!”

With shaking hands she reached up to his belt buckle and
tugged it open.  As she was doing that he was undoing his
shirt buttons, tugging his shirt out of his jeans and
pulling it off.  The button on his jeans was next and
then she was pulling down the zip, revealing his
underpants and the hard pole hidden inside them.  By now
it was sitting upright, tenting his underpants which had
a wet stain at the top from his pre-cum.  She managed to
avoid touching the bulge but she couldn’t stop staring at
it as she tugged at his jeans, trying to pull them down.
He helped by lifting his bum and then they were off.

Forcing herself to keep going she took the waistband of
his underpants in her hands and started tugging them
down, her head now bowed, avoiding looking at his cock as
she felt it spring free from his underpants.  She dropped
his underpants on the ground and taking a big breath
lifted her head up.  There it was, somehow even bigger
than she’d thought it would be.  It grew menacingly out
of his blonde pubic hair, his ball sack at the base and
then the long thick pole.  It was fascinating and she
knew that she had to start sucking now before she lost
her nerve.

Her lips puckered as she leant closer and he felt their
wet touch as she kissed his cock, pressing against his
shaft, just under the head.  Pulling back a fraction her
tongue came out, pink and wet and he was sure his heart
missed a dozen beats as she actually licked the shaft
with the tip of her tongue.  A shiver ran through his
body and for one dangerous moment he though he was going
to come then and there but he somehow held off.

She hesitated for a moment, absorbing the fact that it
hadn’t tasted revolting, well at least not yet.  In the
video, the girls did lots of kissing and licking before
they took the guys things in their mouths but she knew
that if she didn’t actually take it in her mouth now she
wouldn’t be able to later and then he’d hurt her again.
Lifting her head up over the top of his thing she opened
her mouth as wide as she could and descended.

He was disappointed that she didn’t keep licking his cock
but he wasn’t about to complain as she prepared to
actually take his aching cock in her virgin mouth.  This
is it he thought as his cock was swallowed up by her
mouth.  Her lips brushed over his cockhead sending
shivers though his body and then they were wrapped around
the shaft.

It was better than anything he’d ever imagined he thought
as he wrapped his hands through her hair, holding her by
the ears and slowly starting to saw her mouth back and
forward, fucking her face with his cock.  His ultra
sensitive cockhead was rubbing across the roof of her
mouth, the underside was pushing over her tongue and her
beautiful lips were massaging the shaft.

He’d only lasted a dozen strokes when his whole body
started shaking and his balls tightened.

“Oh fuck, here it comes.  Suck me, suck me, suck my come!
Of fuck!”

Pulling her head down he erupted, pulse after glorious
pulse of his come flooding her mouth.  He was vaguely
aware that she’d stopped sucking but that was
unimportant.  All he cared about was the overpowering
sensation of his first orgasm with a girl.  It was better
than the best handjob, far better than anything he’d
imagined.  It had to be the ultimate sensation.

After the first couple of spurts he started working her
face on his cock again, using her lips to massage the
remaining come from his cock as the shudders of pure
pleasure continued to rock his body with each spurt.

“Yes, yes, oh yes!  Suck my cock!  Suck all the come from
my balls!”

She started sucking again and as she did the come that
had collected in her mouth slid down her throat into her
stomach.  She shuddered as she realised what she’d done,
actually swallowed come from his cock, from the same hole
that he pissed out of.  For a second she thought she
would gag but she controlled herself and managed to keep
sucking as more and more of the stuff spurted out.  It
tasted salty and sort of strong.  But not awful like
she’d been expecting.  In fact the taste was sort of nice
she thought as yet another load came out, this time
escaping her mouth and rolling down her chin.

“Oh yeah, fucking shit!  That looks so sexy.  My come on
your face!”

More come dribbled out the other side of her mouth as he
continued pumping his cock in her face, till her chin was
decorated with creamy white trails.  Finally the spurts
slowed and he stopped working his cock in her mouth,
content to let her continue to suck on it as he stayed
still, looking down, still fascinated at the sight of
half his cock disappearing into her face, her lips
extended out and her cheeks hollowed from the effort of
her sucking.  One last tremor shook his body and the
final gob of come came out.

He wanted to tell her how good it was, that it was the
absolute best, most pleasurable experience he’d ever had,
but he didn’t, figuring that this was only the beginning,
that if he pushed her, it could only get better.  By now
his cock was starting to feel sensitive so he pulled her
mouth off and then pulled her face into his groin,
rubbing his wet cock along her cheek and nose, pushing
into her left eye.

“Well I hope you can do better than that next time slave
or I’ll have to punish you.  You’re cocksucking technique
needs a lot of work.”

He stayed like that for a couple of minutes, moving her
face against his cock, smearing the come that had
dribbled onto her chin over her cheek.  Slowly his
breathing returned to normal and finally he pushed her
head away, before he picked up her lead and reattached it
to her collar.  Her eyes were down, staring at the floor
as he took in her face

“You know you look great like that, with my come all over
your face.  Suits you.  Okay slave, back to my bedroom.”

As he stood she started to rise but he put his hand on
the top of her head.

“No, slave … you don’t walk.  You crawl like a dog.  Come
on, heel!”

Chapter 4 - The Very First Time

There was no thought of refusing as he headed off.  All
her energy went into keeping up with him as she crawled
on her hands and knees, following him to the door,
although she did manage to wipe her face a couple of
times, getting the worst of his come off her.  At the
door he let her through first so he could get a good look
at her as she crawled along the hall and into his room.
The best thing had to be the way her big tits swayed
obscenely beneath her although the sight of her bum with
her puckered arsehole seeming to wink up at him was a
close second.  Then they were back in his room and he was
unclipping the leash.

“Get on the bed.”

She didn’t dare stand up.  Instead she crawled onto the
bed, not sure what to do, only sure that he was now going
to finally rape her.  She knelt on the bed, facing away
from him, waiting for his next order.

He almost told her to lie down on her back so he could
climb between her legs and finally fuck her but still he
hesitated.  Suddenly he remembered one of his favourite
internet sex stories and he knew what he had to do first.

“Lie down on your stomach.  Come on, do it.”

She hesitated, scared that he was maybe going to hit her
again, but then she did as ordered, her face on the
pillow.

Joining her on the bed, he knelt alongside her shoulders,
just staring at her.  It came over him like a wave, how
beautiful she was, and at the moment it was only her back
he was looking at.  Her face was turned away from him,
her silky blonde hair spread across the pillow and her
upper back.  Then there was the outline of her ribcage,
gently rising and falling with her breath, her narrow
waist, the amazing smooth swell of her arse cheeks and
finally her tightly clenched legs with the promise of
what was between them.  Reaching out with his right hand
he let his fingertips brush lightly over her shoulders,
moving her hair aside.  Her skin felt soft, firm and
electric as he started exploring every bump, every
hollow, every inch of her back.

For the first few minutes she was tense, expecting him to
hurt her again.  Finally she started to relax and
immediately wished she hadn’t.  Not because of anything
new he did but because as she relaxed she couldn’t stop
enjoying his hands caressing and massaging her back.
She’d had a couple of massages last year after she’d
pulled a muscle in her back at cheerleading practice but
they were nothing like this.  His touch kept changing,
sometimes digging into her muscles and then so light it
almost tickled.

“Ohhh.”

It took her a second to realise that it was her muffled
moan as his hands brushed over her bum sending goosebumps
all over her body.

Richard was as surprised as her when she moaned.  First
he thought it must have been because her bum was still
sore from being whipped so he didn’t linger on her bum,
not yet, but moved down to her legs.  Turning his hands
over he ran the backs of his nails down each leg,
starting at the tops of her beautiful thighs, over her
knees and down her slim calves before reversing his
course, on the return sliding his fingers along the
inside of her thighs.  He kept going changing the
pressure and direction as he caressed her legs, now
trying to work out if she was actually getting turned on.

Playing with her like this was a huge turn on for him and
it hadn’t occurred to him that she might also get turned
on.  Sure in the sex stories he read the girl always got
turned on but he hadn’t thought that it would happen in
real life, not after he’d whipped her.  That was one of
the reasons he’s made sure he had plenty of lubricant, in
case she was too dry when he actually fucked her.

Then, as he kept caressing her beautiful legs he realised
she was moving, almost imperceptibly but moving all the
same and her legs weren’t clamped together as much,
they’d parted fractionally.

She managed to stop herself moaning again but she
couldn’t stop the heat that was building up in her body
nor could she stop herself from starting to squirm.  And
the most horrible thing was that she didn’t want him to
stop.  In fact she wanted his hand to come up between her
legs, to touch her there where the itch was becoming
almost unbearable.

“Ohhhhh.”

This time he knew the moan, which came when he leant over
and kissed the perfect globe of her left arse cheek,
wasn’t from pain.  He was kissing her arse!  And her skin
as so smooth against his lips, like silk.  Then he caught
the scent, the same heavenly smell he’d found on his
fingers after Sally Jaksa let him finger her at a party
last year.  Maybe it was happening he thought, maybe she
was getting turned on.  He kept kissing her smooth arse,
licking across it and taking it in his mouth and gently
biting down.  At the same time his hands continued
caressing her legs, moving constantly.  Slowly his head
travelled lower, leaving a trail of kisses and licks
along her smooth thighs as one hand moved up to her arse
and started squeezing the resilient globes.

The next fifteen minutes were like a trance as he kissed
and licked and caressed her arse and legs, his senses
almost overpowered by the scent coming from her cunt.
The squirming became increasingly obvious and each time
his hands moved over the inside of her legs they parted
further.  Eventually he ran his hands from her ankles
along the inside of her calves and right up the inside of
her thighs applying the slightest pressure.  As he did
this her legs seemed to drift apart till he could clearly
see the crinkled ring of her arse hole and the lips of
her cunt.  The outer cunt lips were parted allowing her
amazing pink inner cunt lips to show.  And they were wet,
there was no double about that the way they glistened in
the light.  He reached down to touch her cunt, to finally
slip a finger into her but just before touching her he
stopped.  Not yet.  He wanted to see her face the first
time he fingered  her.

“Roll over.”

At first he didn’t think she was going to obey and he
could feel his anger starting to rise but then she
started moving, legs closing as she slowly turned over
till she was once again completely exposed to him.  Her
eyes were shut, arms against her side, hands clenched and
legs together as she lay on her back looking
breathtakingly beautiful.  Reaching up he carefully moved
the pillow away so she was completely flat and then he
kissed her, letting his lips brush against hers to start
with.

She wasn’t expecting the kiss, not on her lips at least
and she didn’t know how to respond.  It was stupid, but
even after what he’d already done and what she knew he
was going to do to her, to kiss him seem so personal, so
intimate and so like giving in to him that she did
nothing, even when his tongue pushed through her lips and
brushed her clenched teeth.  Then his lips were gone.

Not wanting to break the mood he kept his voice low,
almost a whisper.

“When I kiss you, kiss me back slave or I’ll punish you
again.”

This time as his lips brushed hers, her tongue came out
and pushed into his mouth.  For the next five minutes
only their lips touched as they explored each other’s
mouths.  He actually forgot about the rest of her he was
so engrossed in this first real kiss.  Finally though he
started caressing her again, starting with her face and
slowly working his way down, exploring every inch of her
body.

For Janet, the most humiliating thing was that she
couldn’t stop herself from responding, from getting
turned on.  She kept telling her self that he was forcing
her, but she couldn’t stop the voice inside that kept
saying if she was really a good girl then she wouldn’t be
getting turned on.  And not just by the kiss.  The gentle
way he was touching her body was exciting her, leaving
little tingling trails all over her.  Finally he stopped
kissing her and she thought that she might be able to
control herself again.

“Ahhhh.”

Her eyes sprang open as the most amazing, exciting,
shivering sensation rippled over her left breast.  His
mouth was covering her nipple, sucking it while his
tongue licked around it and flicked over the top.  For a
second their eyes locked and he smiled at her.  Then he
moved to her other nipple as she turned her head away in
shame.  He knew.  Knew that she was getting turned on,
knew what a slut she really was.

Power.  He had power over her body … no this was really
power over her mind if he could turn her on after making
her agree to be his slave and even whipping her.  And it
wasn’t her body anymore anyway, it was his now and he
could do whatever he wanted with it.  Lifting his mouth
from her nipple he looked down at her tits.  For years
he’d been dreaming of them, desperately trying to get a
look at them, wanting to know what they felt like and
tasted like and now he could do anything he wanted with
them.  Somehow he knew that the time would come when he’d
need to punish them again but for now all he could do was
worship them, two perfect globes capped by the most
amazing nipples.

Reaching out he started caressing the base of her tits
with his finger with an almost feathery touch, running
slow circles around them, slowly spiraling up.  Just
before he got to the nipples he went down again,
increasing the pressure.  Time after time he did it sort
of teasing himself, watching in awe as her nipples grew
redder and even bigger.  Eventually he couldn’t hold back
any longer and his fingers circled around her nipples
which were still slippery from his saliva.

“Ahhhh.”

It had become torture waiting for him to reach her
nipples again and when he did the rush of pleasure was so
strong she couldn’t stop the gasp or the subsequent
whimper as he took each nipple between his thumb and
finger and started gently twisting them.

Richard was in heaven, her nipples had to be amongst the
most amazing things he’d ever known.  Longer and thicker
than he’d ever imagined they’d be, they were like little
round rubbers.  And her boobs were so beyond description
that he knew he’d be able to play with them for hours.
Leaving one nipple he grasped her left tit and carefully
squeezed it and then started pushing it around on her
chest.  They felt so silky soft, yet they were firm as
his fingers sank into her tit flesh.  Incredible, and he
could do this as much as he wanted, she didn’t dare try
to stop him.

For the next fifteen minutes he worshipped her tits but
eventually it was time to move on, not because he was
bored with her tits but because the lure of her lower
half was becoming overwhelming.  His hands started
caressing her stomach, dipping down till his fingers
brushed over the slight swell of her pubic mound.
Stopping at her belly button he licked into it, pushing
his tongue down, imagining he was fucking it.  Then his
fingers were tangling in her pubic hair and he lifted his
head up because he really needed to watch this.

He was so glad she wasn’t hairy like so many of the
photos he’d seen on the net.  It was sort of thin and
wispy, and felt really silky.  There was a little tuft of
hair in a triangular shape just above where her slit
started and then just a few strands going down alongside
her slit which meant that her cunt lips were clearly
visible.

Janet just managed to stifle a moan as he started playing
with her pubic hair.  His fingers were combing through
her hair, rubbing against her pubic pad and sending
shivers directly to her clit.  Sometimes she did this to
herself to tease herself before she started playing with
her clitoris when she masturbated.  Normally she’d only
do it for a few seconds before giving in and masturbating
properly.  Now she had to allow him to do this to her for
as long as he liked and she had to try to make sure he
didn’t realise how exciting it was.

Again he held back from his ultimate goal, bypassing her
pussy as he now started running his fingers up and down
her smooth thighs.  he best response came when he brushed
his nails along the inside of her thighs so he
concentrated his efforts there.  She started to squirm
again and her legs seemed to inch apart so he could see
even more of her inner cunt lips.  They really glistened
now, inviting him, but still he waited, moving his focus
to her calves and eventually down to her feet.

Repositioning himself at the foot of the bed as he played
with her toes and small feet, he looked up her body.
Long legs, the pink of her cunt lips just visible, her
almost concave stomach, incredible tits with their even
more incredible nipples and her beautiful face and golden
hair.  He was in heaven.  Well almost heaven, he thought.
Heaven would be when he was inside her!

Slowly he applied pressure to her feet, inching them
apart, working his way backup her body, but this time he
was between her legs, getting ready to finally fuck her.
Moving his hands up the inside of her calves he kept
spreading her legs apart as he pushed her feet up the
bed.  Her knees started to rise in the air and her cunt
sort of opening out to his gaze.  Further and further he
pushed till her feet were almost touching her bum and
then he started moving her legs sideways, spreading her
completely open.

There was the slightly puffy outer mound, and then the
very wet inner lips with her cunthole sort of winking at
him.  Above was the folds of skin where he knew her clit
must be and below was the reddish brown pucker of her
arsehole.  With his hands still on her calves he gently
he spread her legs even further apart till he had legs in
a straight line at right angles to her body.  Satisified
for now with her new position he trailed his fingers up
and down the inside of her thighs, each time getting
closer to her cunt.

Finally his fingers were at her groin, half an inch from
her slit as he breathed in, inhaling the heady aroma of
her cunt.  The scent had built up and now it was almost
overpowering, the sexiest smell he’d ever known.  He
moved the index finger of his right hand till it hovered
over her cunt hole.

By now Janet was practically going crazy.  Her body felt
like it was on fire and she couldn’t stop the constant
movement as he teased her.  She didn’t know if she’d ever
been so turned on in her life and she hated it.  It was
so humiliating that he could make her feel so excited.
When he finally touched her pussy it was like an electric
shock and her eyes sprang open.

“Ohhh.”

When she gasped he looked up at her and their eyes locked
just as he slid his finger into her.  Her eyes went wide
and another moan escaped her lips involuntarily as he
started slowly finger fucking her. Closing her eyes she
turned her head away trying unsuccessfully to ignore what
he was doing.

It was better than he could have hoped.  It was the most
incredible thing to actually watch as his finger slid in
and out of her cunt, her cunt juice starting to coat it.
Then he hit a barrier.  He was confused for a second
before he realised what it was.  Her hymen!  This was
what he was going to be fucking through real soon, taking
her virginity!

He continued for a few minutes, lost in the magic and
then he added a second finger and started twisting them
around as he fingered her.  At the same time he started
running the fingers of his other hand through the folds
of her cunt, till they were coated in her juice.
Eventually he ran a nail across her puckered arsehole
smearing it with her cunt juice.  He’d read lots of
stories about arse fucking but until now hadn’t really
thought he’d want to do it like that.  But as he
scratched his nail around the outside rim of her arsehole
he realised that he’d definitely be fucking her there.
Probably today if his cock was up to it.

“Ohhhh.  Uhhh.”

He’d pushed the tip of his finger into her arse.  She
couldn’t believe he’d do such a thing, it was so
disgusting.  But it didn’t stop her excitement.  If
anything it made things worse as he started fingering
both her holes.  And then she felt his thumb brush over
her clitoris and she knew that if he kept doing this she
wouldn’t be able to stop herself from coming.

He watched in awe as her body came alive.  And as she
squirmed on the bed she started quietly whimpering.  This
must be it he thought, she musts really be getting turned
on, maybe even be going to have an orgasm.  That would be
the ultimate if he was able to make her come so he kept
fingering her arsehole and cunt.

“Ahhhh.”

He’d rubbed the thumb of his other hand across the fleshy
sheaf where he knew her clit was.  When he did it she
jerked, crying out and he thought she’d even said yes.
He started to focus in on her clitoris now, exposing it
from inside its hood as he rubbed his thumb over it.  It
was amazing, seeing his first clit for real, not just
looking at pictures.  It really did look like a mini cock
just as he’d seen it described.  It was smooth, a light
pink colour and felt hard to his touch, sort of like his
cockhead.

As much as she fought against it she couldn’t stop the
tingling from growing and her hips started rolling as she
responded to his continued manipulation.  Then just as
she thought she might have it under control, might be
able to hold off her orgasm he started pressing down on
her clit, rubbing it even harder.  It all happened so
quickly she wasn’t really conscious of what she did as
the orgasm broke over her.

Richard however was very conscious of what she did.  Her
legs closed in, gripping against his body as her hands
came up and she grabbed her own tits, her thumbs rubbing
her nipples. Then, as her body started jerking and a
series of half stifled cries came out, he practically
froze, totally captivated by the first real live sight of
a girl coming.

“Ohh … yeah … yeah … ohhhh, shit.”

Her rocking lasted about twenty seconds as she lost
herself in her orgasm before she collapsed, her legs
falling back down on the bed and her hands dropping away
from her tits.

Now nothing could stop him fucking her.  Not after making
her come which had to be the single most sexy thing he
had ever seen, read, imagined or anything else in the
world!  Moving up the bed between her legs he positioned
himself over her,  supporting himself on his elbows, his
hands reaching up to once again hold her tits, his
throbbing cockhead brushing against her silky cunt hair,
sending shivers through him.

“Okay, now it’s my turn.  Beg me to fuck you.  Come on,
beg me to fuck you, slave.”

Her chest was still heaving as she came down from her
orgasm and she was having trouble focusing as her eyes
slowly opened to find him above her.  Then the shame
really hit her, the shame of having come like a slut as
he fingered her. Slut!  That’s all she was, acting like
this, not even able to control her own body, not able to
stop Richard from making her come.  This had to be the
most humiliating thing in her life, not only coming like
that but not even being able to stop herself grabbing her
tits.

All he saw in her eyes was the smouldering afterglow from
her come as his mouth came down and he kissed her.
Opening her mouth she didn’t dare not kiss him back.

“I said beg me to fuck you or I’ll have to punish you
slave.”

She felt his hands gripping her tits that only moments
before she’d been holding in the throws of her orgasm.
His fingers were starting to dig into her tits and the
fear of punishment swept through her.  She said the only
thing she could.

“Please fuck me master.”

“Yeah, that’s the way.  Oh, that feels fucking great.”

So far it was only his cockhead, angling down into her
mound, pushing at her cunt lips.

“Put your hands down.  Come on, hurry up.  Put your hands
down and open it up for me slave.”

A tear trickled down her cheek as she reached between
their bodies and she spread her inner lips apart with her
fingers.  He shivered as her fingers brushed his cockhead
and he settled it against the entrance to her cunt.
Applying pressure he sighed as his cockhead opened her
hole and he finally slipped inside her.

“Uhh.”  It took every bit of her strength to stop from
pushing him away, to keep him from raping her.

“Oh fuck yeah.  Finally.  My fucking cock’s inside you.
Fucking shit!  And now you know what I’m going to do?
I’m going to fuck you’re hot cunt, slave.  Fuck you till
I fill you’re cunt with my come.”

Pushing again, his cock started edging further into her
cunt until he came up against her hymen.

“Oh shit, I can feel it.  Virgin cunt.  But not for
long.”

Just as he was about to plunge forward he had an idea
that would make taking her cherry even better.

“Put your hands on my arse now.  Come on.”

Tentatively she rested her hands on his bum, glad that at
least she was no longer having to hold her pussy lips
apart.  As he felt her small hands rest on his arse
cheeks, he lent down and kissed her, his tongue probing
her mouth.  She knew better than to resist and she kissed
him back, waiting fearfully for the moment when he’d
break her hymen.  But he still wasn’t ready.  Eventually
he broke the kiss and lifted his head up.

“Now what’s going to happen is that you’re going to pull
down, trying to pull my cock into your cunt and I’m going
to resist.  For a while that is.  So come on, pull.
Harder.  Come on slave, do what you’re told to or you’ll
be in so much fucking trouble.  Oh yeah, that’s better.”

It was a macabre game as he pulled back till his cockhead
all but slipped out of her cunt and then let her pull him
back in, each time stopping as his cock hit her barrier.
But as good as this was feeling he now wanted to feel the
complete thing.

“Oh yeah, fuck that feels good.  Come on slave, try
harder or I’ll fucking punish you.”

So she pulled harder, her fingers digging into his bum,
trying to pull him to her.  He pulled back on last time
and then let go.

“Ahhhhhh … ahhhhh.”

“Ohh, fuck yes.”

He’d slammed through her cherry, tearing it apart and
ploughed all the way to the bottom of her virgin cunt,
his pubic bone colliding with hers.  It was so tight.  So
hot and wet and tight, like nothing he’d ever felt,
better than anything he’d ever imagined.  Ever square
inch of his cock was wrapped up in her velvet pussy and
he never wanted to leave it.

Except that he knew that if he left it for a few second’s
and then returned he’d probably like that even more than
staying buried inside her.  Slowly he pulled back,
savouring the exquisite feel of her cunt walls massaging
his cock till only his cockhead was left inside her.

“Ahhhhh … hurts … no.”

He didn’t give a shit how much it hurt her, she’d had her
pleasure.  Now it was time for him to really start
enjoying her.  Letting go, he slid back into her, liking
that she moaned, obviously still in pain.

“Ahhh.”

“Oh fuck.  That’s so fucking good.  Un-fucking-
believable.”

Then he set up a steady fucking motion, savouring every
moment of this most amazing sensation.  For the first few
strokes she continued to moan but then the moaning
stopped and the only real sound was his grunting as he
tried to hold back, wanting the sensations pounding
through his swollen cock to last forever.  Dropping down
onto her he moved his hands off her tits so he could feel
the cushion of her boobs and the hard peaks of her
nipples drilling into his chest.  Burying his face in her
hair, he kissed and sucked on her neck and shoulders, all
his focus now on the beautiful tension building
inexorably in his cock and balls.

Once the initial pain passed Janet started to feel her
body betraying her once again.  The feeling of him inside
her was awful because he was raping her but it was also
probably the greatest most fulfilling feeling she’d ever
had.  It felt right to be filled like this, as if a part
of her that was missing was now in place.  And every few
strokes, as his pelvis pressed against hers a spark of
excitement would come from her clitoris.

This time however Richard had no interest in her orgasm.
In fact he had no idea that she was starting to build
towards a second orgasm.  His focus was totally on his
cock and after one last clenching to hold it back, the
dam burst.

“Ahhhhhh, fuck!  Coming!   Ohhhh fucking shit!”

He plunged back into her and lay there buried to the hilt
as he felt his come pulsing down his cock and spurt into
her.  With each new glorious pulse, he jabbed harder, as
though he was trying to disappear into her cunt.

“Oh yes, coming.  Fucking coming!  Shit, feels good.
Fucking you!  Ahhhh!  Oh fuck yeah!”

Each hot spurt, each jab pushed her closer, but not close
enough.  She could feel him slowing and she knew that she
wouldn’t get to come again.  Finally he stopped moving in
her and collapsed on top of her, his arms wrapping under
her shoulders, his face buried in the pillow, cheek
against hers.  She wasn’t used to getting so close to
coming and not going all the way.  Every instinct said to
keep moving, keep trying to rub her clitoris against him
till she came but of course she didn’t, she lay there
holding herself as tightly as she could, focusing instead
on the humiliating fact that she was no longer a virgin,
that she’d just been raped.

It felt so good, lying on top of her, her nipples against
his chest, the feel of their slightly sweaty skin against
each other, her arms around his back, her legs wrapped
around his and especially the feel of her hot, wet, cunt
tightly grasping his still hard cock.  This was heaven,
this was where he was going to be every opportunity he
got from now on.

Turning his head slightly his lips discovered her earlobe
and his started kissing and licking her ear as he
whispered to her.

“That was incredible.  Oh yeah.  We’re going to be doing
a lot more of this slave.  A lot more fucking.”

Pushing up from the bed he raised himself up so he could
look down to where his cock was still embedded in her
tight cunt, their pubic hair meshed together.  Slowly he
started pulling back, watching in awe as his cock slid
from inside her.  It was shiny, wet with their combined
juice.  There were creamy clumps of come at the base of
his cock and on his balls and streaks of it along his
shaft.  It seemed darker than he’d expected and then he
saw a red streak at the top of his shaft.  It was her
blood.  Her virgin blood on his cock, mixed in with his
come!  Totally amazing.

As he pulled back, her legs unwrapped from him and fell
back to the bed.  It felt weird to have him pulling out,
almost like she was being emptied and then there was a
sort of popping noise as the head of his cock slipped
out.  All over she thought.  Maybe now he leave her alone
although she somehow doubted it.

Richard had no intention of leaving her alone and as he
watched his come and blood coated cock bounce free from
her cunt he knew exactly what he wanted next.  Climbing
from between her legs he planted his knees on either side
of her hips, kneeling over her as he moved his hands over
her stomach to her tits.  He took a few seconds to
squeeze her tits, his thumb rubbing over her nipples
which from the way she moaned, she seemed to like.

“Ohh.”

Her eyes still had that sort of smokey look and her lips
were slightly parted, her pearly white teeth just
showing.  As he kept tweaking her nipples a shudder went
through her body and he saw her clenching her hands on
the bed.  Bending down he kissed her again and her tongue
came straight out and into his mouth, pushing against his
tongue as her hands came up and held his shoulders.
Finally he broke the kiss and stopped playing with her
tits as he sat up again staring at her naked body.  There
were so many things he wanted to do to her, ways of
fucking her, fucking his cock between her big tits,
covering her face with come, fucking his cock into her
mouth till he could deep throat her.  The list seemed
endless.  And next on his list was something he always
found disgustingly exciting when he read it in stories
that he wasn’t sure how to even tell her to do it.

“Umm … I want you to, um, clean my cock now.”

She was so close to coming it was almost painful so she
didn’t really understand what he was saying.

“What?”

Although he realised she hadn’t called him master, he was
actually so nervous about asking her this he didn’t say
anything.  His focus was totally on getting her to lick
his cock clean.  Reaching down with one hand he slipped
it behind her neck and started pulling her up into a
sitting position.

“I, um, I want you to clean my cock.  Lick it clean.
Lick the come off my cock and balls.  Yeah.”

Her mouth was almost against his cock and there was a
beautiful moment when he saw in her eyes her disgust as
she understood what she had to do.  Then her head was
gone from his grasp.

“No.  No way.  I can’t.  Oh god no, please.”

He stared at her as she cringed back into the bed, not
really believing that she was actually saying no to him.

“Come on slave.  Clean my cock.  Come on!”

“No, please, I can’t.  It’s, it’s … I’ll be sick, please
don’t.”

“What’d you mean you can’t?  Shit, you’re my slave
remember.  You have to do everything I tell you.”

She didn’t know why after everything else she couldn’t do
this but she just knew she’d throw up if she had to lick
all that stuff from his cock.

“Please, please I can’t do it.”

“You’d better fucking do it.  I’m warning you.  Come on,
lick my fucking cock!”

“No, please don’t make me, please.  I can’t.”

His anger was starting up again and he hadn’t missed the
fact that she still wasn’t calling him master.

“Fuck you.  You know I think I might just have to punish
you slave.  And you didn’t call me master!  You’re being
a very bad slave girl.”

Climbing off her he stepped from the bed and stood at the
foot, really pissed off at her for spoiling the moment.
She was going to really regret it, and just maybe she’d
really learn not to disobey him.

“Stand up.  Come on, off the bed.”

The fear in her eyes was obvious as she clambered off the
bed and stood alongside it, head bowed, legs held tightly
together and hands clasped in front of her, covering her
pussy.

“Over here, come on, stand here slave.  Put you hands
behind your head.  Clasp them together like this.”

She shuffled over to her and reluctantly uncovered her
pussy, putting her hand behind her head like he wanted.
As she stood in front of him, hands behind her head,
staring down, she started trembling, knowing he was
probably going to hurt her.  But she couldn’t do it.
When she’d seen the blood, her blood, on him she just
couldn’t do it.

Stepping closer till there was less than a foot
separating them he held her face with his left hand,
tilting her head up forcing her to look at him.

“You know, I thought this was starting to work.  I
thought you were starting to get it, to understand that
if I told you to do something, then you just did it.  No
questions, no fucking bullshit.  But I guess not.  I
guess that you’re just stupid!  So what do you think
would be a good punishment for a stupid cunt like you?
Huh?”

Stupid cunt.  He liked that, calling her names.  Made his
cock even harder he realised as he brushed his thumb over
her lips, pushing them apart, distorting them.  Then it
occurred to him that he could call her anything he wanted
to.  Awesome!

“Let’s see, should it be your cocksucking mouth because
you refused to wrap those sexy cocksucking lips around my
cock.”

Then his other hand was rubbing over her stomach.

“No, no, it should be your stomach because you didn’t
want my come and your virgin cunt juice and blood in
there did you, you fucking slut.”

He was going to whip her stomach again!  She could feel
the tears welling up.

“Ohhhhhh ….”

While she was staring fearfully up into his eyes, he’d
pulled his right hand back and then drove it forward,
punching her in the stomach.  He’d never punched anyone
before so he had no idea what to expect.  His fist seemed
to sink into her stomach, her mouth and eyes opened wide,
and she gasped as she doubled over falling to the floor
moaning.  Incredible!

Stars danced in front of her eyes and she thought she was
going to faint as the pain exploded in her stomach.
Clutching her stomach she just managed to stop herself
from throwing up as she writhed on the floor, gasping in
agony.

For a while he thought he’d maybe seriously hurt her but
eventually she stopped rolling about and seemed to calm
down except for her whimpering.  Crouching down and
tangling a hand in her hair, he lifted her face, turning
her to look at him.

“I bet you wished you’d obeyed me now bitch!  Well!”

He pulled her head back, straining her neck.

“Yes master.  Please no more, I’m sorry.  I’ll do it.
Please master, please don’t hurt me!”

Keeping hold of her hair he pulled up, forcing her to
stand again.

“Come on, stand up.  Come on cunt!  Get up.  Hands behind
your head.  Do it you stupid little cunt.  Now remember
what I said earlier that every punishment would be
repeated to make sure you’re properly punished you for
cheating.”

He waited till the recognition showed in her eyes and
then he punched her in the stomach a second time, letting
go of her hair so she fell back to the floor, curling up
into a ball, moaning as she clutched her stomach.  This
time the feel was different as she’d half prepared
herself, tightening her stomach muscles just before he
connected and his fist didn’t sink in as much.  But it
was just as satisfying, just as gratifying to be able to
punish her like this.

She’d fallen to the floor at the foot of the bed and he
sat down on the bed, bringing his right foot up to rest
on her thigh.

“The choice seems pretty easy to me bitch.  Pain for you
or pleasure for me.”

Moving his foot along her thigh and calf he used it to
pull her over so her legs fell open.  There was no
attempt to resist him as he used his foot to spread her
legs apart before rubbing his toes through her come
filled cunt slit.  If anything however her willingness to
let him do whatever he wanted with her body only
increased his desire to hurt her, to punish her.

“The stupid thing is that eventually you’re going to do
it like the slut you are.  Unless you want me to keep
punching you.  Hey, maybe you like the pain.”

“Ahhhhhh!”

He’d jabbed his toe into her cunt, twisting it around,
digging in to her soft cunt flesh.

“Well?  Do you like the pain bitch?”

Grabbing his ankle she tried to push him away but he was
way too strong for her.

“No, no, please don’t, please don’t hurt me Ric … I mean
Master.  I’ll do it, I said I’d do it.  I’ll do anything
you want, please master.  It hurts, please master.”

Easing the pressure off but keeping his toe inside her he
waited till she looked up at him.

“Take you hands away from my fucking foot cunt.”

“Oh, yes master, I’m sorry master.”

“I think your contract needs another clause.  I will
never try to stop my master no matter what he does to me.
Say it slave.”

“I will never try to stop my master whatever he does.”

“Close enough.  Okay, now listen carefully because this
is a very important sex slave rule.  After I fuck you,
you’ll always clean my cock, always lick your cunt juice
and my come from my cock because you’re a slut and you
love my cock.”

“Yes master.”

Sitting back on the bed he eased his foot from between
her legs.

“Good slave.  Ready position.”

For a moment she hesitated, not understanding what he
wanted then she was scrambling to her knees, hands behind
her back, head bowed as she knelt at his feet.

“Would you like to clean my cock slave.”

“Yes master.”

“Okay.  And only your mouth.  Keep you hands behind your
back..  I want to see your tongue licking every drop of
come from my cock and balls.  Now!”

Raising her head she was confronted by his cock and balls
only eighteen inches from her face.  Whereas before
they’d looked disgusting with their slimy covering of
their combined juice, now she was only conscious of the
need to stop him hurting her.  She no longer cared what
he wanted her to lick no matter how disgusting it was.
Most of the come was gathered at the base of his cock in
his pubic hair and on his balls.  There was however a
trail of come that ran from just under his cockhead
almost to the base.  It was a creamy colour with a streak
of red in it.  Her blood, her virgin blood.

Leaning forward she tilted her head to the side, tongue
out as far as she could till she made contact with his
cock and then she licked up, gathering the string of come
on her tongue.

“Oh fuck yeah, lick it up cunt.  Clean my fucking cock.
Now swallow it.  Oh shit, that’s the way slut.”

It felt amazing and looked so disgustingly beautiful as
he watched her tongue licking up the underside of his
still hard cock, the come pooling on her tongue before
she took it into her mouth and swallowed.  As soon as
she’d swallowed her tongue came out again licking around
the side and up to the top.  There were a couple of small
smears of come on his cockhead and she swiped her tongue
over them, leaving it shiny with her saliva.

Reaching out he took her head in his hands so he could
guide her.   Positioning her mouth above his cock he
pulled her down sliding his cock into her mouth till more
than half his cock had disappeared into her face and his
cockhead hit the back of her mouth.  Then he started a
slow fucking motion, pumping her head on his cock as her
tongue licked everywhere she could reach.

“That’s it slave, keep that tongue going.  Lick my cock
clean, swallow it all cunt.”

As he continued to fuck her face onto his cock she
started to register the taste of their combined come
juice.  It wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be, in
fact it tasted alright, sort of sweet but tangy. She’d
been worried that she throw up from the taste and that
he’d punish her for being sick but it would probably be
okay.

Then there was the smell, the strong heady aroma of her
juice mixed with his.  One of the things she’d quickly
come to love was the scent of her own juice and often,
when she masturbated she’d bring her fingers up to her
nose to inhale the sweet scent.  It had always made her
even more excited and now she was finding their combined
scent even sexier.

Pulling her head off his cock he pushed her down till her
mouth was buried in his pubic hair and she started
sucking their combined juice from his hair.  Letting go
of her head he lent back on his hands, watching her
slavishly licking every inch of his pubes clean and then
she moved down to his balls without him having to tell
her.

“Oh yeah!  Good slut, lick my balls clean too.  That’s
the way.  Don’t miss any come or you’ll be real sorry
slut.  Oh fuck, that’s it cunt, suck on my ball.  And
don’t fucking miss the other.”

For the next five minutes he let her lick and suck every
square inch of his cock, balls and pubes till every drop
of come was well and truly gone and he glistened from her
saliva.  The feeling was so good.  Not the overwhelming
excitement that he was used to when he jerked off though.
This was kind of slower, sort of like he could let her do
it all day and he’d enjoy it without coming.  Probably
because he’d already come twice today he thought.  It was
tempting to just lie back on the bed and let her do it
for hours but there were so many other things that he
wanted to do with her, things he wanted to teach her to
really turn her into a perfect sex slave.

Teach her.  That’s what he’d do and he realised that he
had the perfect way to do it.  In his dreams he’d always
imagined himself telling her what to do, how to suck his
cock, how to let him fuck her but now that he was doing
that it didn’t feel right.  It’d be much better if she
already knew what to do and hidden in his desk he had a
stack of porno videos that would be just perfect for
teaching her everything about fucking and sucking.  And
he could even give her tests.  Now that was really an
awesome thought!

“Okay bitch I think you’ve got it all.  Back into your
ready position.  Come on stick your fucking tits out for
me slave.  Good.  That’s a good little cock sucker.”

Slowly getting up from the bed he circled her, still
finding it hard to believe that he’d actually done it.
He had the perfect Janet Sheen for himself.  To do
whatever he wanted to.  Dropping to his knees behind her
he pushed his hips forward till his hard cock pressed
against her open right palm.  She flinched at the contact
but then her hand wrapped around his hard wet shaft,
still wet from her mouth, and she started moving her hand
up and down, jerking him off.  Draping his arms over her
shoulders, he held her tits and started rolling them
round her chest.

“Good slut.  Yeah, play with my cock.  Oh fuck I love
your tits.  Yeah so fucking good.”

He gave her tits one last squeeze and stood up.

“Okay slave, I’ll let you play with my cock again later.
Now it’s time for you to watch some training films.  Some
vid that will help you learn how to be a really good sex
slave.  Would you like that slave?”

“Yes master.”

Chapter 5 - Turning Him On

Grabbing a stack of videos from his desk he clipped the
leash back onto her collar and headed off, forcing her to
crawl after him.  He could feel the pressure on the
leash, and she was obviously having trouble keeping up
with him but he didn’t let up.  At one point she almost
fell over but she managed to keep going till finally he
stopped, back in the family room.  She avoided looking at
where he’d tied her up and whipped her earlier, praying
that he’d never do that again.

“Okay.  Into your at ease position.  Move back a bit.
Back.  Now facing the tv.  Stop.  Okay that’s good.”

Unclipping the leash he stood back to make sure she was
in the right position.  He had her kneeling in front of
the couch, facing the TV.

“Lesson time.  You’d better pay careful attention to
these vids because after this you’ll have no excuse for
not knowing what’s expected of you as a my sex slave.
And this time you won’t be able to cheat when I test you.
And if you don’t get 100% for every test I’ll probably
have to punish you.  Understand cunt?”

“Yes master.”

Selecting the first video he popped it in and pressed the
play button, waiting for it to start.  He’d been
collecting vids for the past few months, ordering them
from internet sites.  Most were just normal porno but
he’d found a series that was titled “Pleasing Your Man”.
There were six volumes, ‘Turning Him On’, ‘Mouth Watering
Experiences’, ‘The Love Canal’, ‘Backdoor Variety’,
‘Throaty Pleasures’ and ‘Kinky Extras’, and they all went
for an hour.  They made a pretense of being educational
but they were really just porn.  It was the same actors
in each and it was set at a sex education class that a
group of four girls had come to learn how to be good at
sex.  The teacher who was called Candy was an incredibly
hot blonde with a great body who looked like she was
about 25 and she had a bunch of guys that the class used
to practice their lessons on.  The series had quickly
become Richard’s favourite videos.

The first one was really his least favourite as there
wasn’t any real funking or sucking but he figured that
there were still some great things for Janet to learn
from it.  It started with the girls arriving and signing
up for the class.  They had to say why they were there
and what they needed to learn.  Tiffany who was acting
really shy was brought in by her boyfriend who said that
although she had a great body, she was a lousy fuck and
he wanted her to learn how to be a great fuck.  Marcie
said she needed to learn how to go down on a guy, Mary
wanted to learn lots of different positions and the final
one, Cindy, who was Richard’s favourite, said that she
just wanted to know how to really please a man.  She
looked really young and although on the cover of the
video it had the normal thing about them all being at
least 18, it was easy to believe that this girl was his
age.  All the girls were dressed in really ugly clothes
at the start so you couldn’t really see their bodies and
they looked really boring, not at all sexy.

They were shown into the classroom which looked like a
normal classroom except that in addition to desks, there
were four beds at the back of the room.  The girls sat at
their desks and throughout all the videos they made notes
about what Candy told them.  The first thing she said was
that their clothes were terrible and that they’d have to
get complete new wardrobes that really showed off their
bodies.  She had some clothes for them to try on there
and so she told them to strip.  The girls all acted
embarrassed at having to take their clothes off in front
of each other so the teacher told them that the first
thing the were going to learn was how to do a strip
tease.  Of course Candy demonstrated for them and then
made them all do it, one after the other, giving them
instructions along the way.  Soon they were all naked.
At first they tried to hide their tits and pussies but
Candy wouldn’t let them, telling them that they had to
want people to look at them naked.

Of course when they were naked, glasses off, hair down,
it was quickly revealed that they all had great bodies
and beautiful faces.  Then they were given sexy underwear
to put on and really revealing clothes before Candy
demonstrated to them how to sit and stand to really show
off their bodies.

Fortunately it turned out that the girls were all quick
learners and were able to get rid of their inhibitions
almost instantly so they could move on the next stage
which was petting.  One of the guys, John, came into the
room and Candy asked for a volunteer to show how she
would go with a petting session.  Mary volunteered and
Candy told her to sit with John on the couch and act as
though they’d just come home from a date and she really
wanted him to fuck her.  They sat down and Mary put her
arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth but that
was all.  Candy stopped them and asked the rest of the
girls what was wrong.  The other three girls all had lots
of ideas about what Mary should have done.  Candy asked
Cindy to swap with Mary and try to do the other things.
Cindy was a bit tentative at first but soon she was
pressing herself against him and her hands were caressing
him, moving down to his legs and then his crutch.  She
undid his fly, pulled out his cock and started jerking
him off.

It looked really awkward the way she was doing it and
after a couple of strokes John stopped her and told her
she was doing it all wrong.  Cindy was really upset by
this and kept apologising to John until Candy reminded
her that that was why she was here, to learn how to do
these things properly.  Candy then told John to
demonstrate how he liked his cock jerked off.  He said
that when he jerked off he liked to come on the girl so
Candy made Cindy do a strip tease for John and then kneel
at his feet till he came all over her tits and stomach.

John left the room after that but he was replaced by four
more guys.  The other three girls also stripped and then
all four practiced jerking off the guys.  During all of
this Candy had started telling them how to talk dirty,
making them say cock not penis, cunt not vagina, fuck not
have sex.  When all the guys had come, covering them with
come, Candy asked the girls how they felt and they all
said they were turned on.  Candy then suggested that they
should masturbate for the guys.

The girls were horrified at this to start with but when
Candy explained that it was just as much a turn on for a
guy to watch a girl masturbate as the other way around
they agreed to do it.  Each girls went to a bed with one
of the guys and Candy told the guys to tell the girls
what they liked seeing.  They all masturbated till they
came and that was the end of the first video.

As much as Richard wanted to stay and watch her watching
it he was starving by now so he headed to the kitchen to
make some sandwiches for them both, figuring that she’d
probably be hungry after all they’d been through.

Soon he was back with her in time for the start of the
jerking off lesson.  He put her food along side her on
the ground and told her to eat while he sat up on the
couch behind her.  It was a real buzz watching the video
with her kneeling naked in front of him.  As he ate he
kept touching her body, sometimes with his hands, other
times reaching out with his foot, brushing it against her
bum.  At first she flinched everytime he touched her but
she seemed to get used to it quickly.  It was as though
he had to constantly remind himself that she really was
there and that he really could do anything he wanted with
her.

In some ways Janet was glad to be kneeling watching the
tv.  At least she didn’t have to look at him, or touch
him or talk to him.   When he came back with the food she
didn’t want to eat it because it felt like she was giving
in to him yet again but she realised that she was hungry
so she did eat.  And then he started touching her,
treating her like a thing that he could do anything with.
As she realised that this was what she was to him she
nearly burst into tears again.  Her whole life meant
nothing now, nothing except sex with him.

Reaching over her shoulders he took her tits in his hand
and started gently squeezing them.  The vid was at the
stage where the boys were starting to come on the girls
as the jerked off and he was getting really turned on
again.

“I hope you’re watching this carefully cause latter on I
might want you to jerk me off slave.”

“Yes master.”

There was no way he believed that.  Not that he really
expected her to mean it but there was so much attitude in
the way she said it that he knew he couldn’t let it pass.
Moving forward on the couch he pulled her to him till she
was leaning back, wedged between his legs, his hard cock
pressed between her shoulder blades.  Resting his head on
her right shoulder so he could now see his hands on her
tits he whispered in her ear.

“Feel that slave?”

“Yes master.”

“What is it slave?”

“Your … your cock master.”

“That’s right, my cock that if you’re lucky I’ll let you
jerk it off later and maybe even come on all over these
big tits.”

“Ahhh, yes master.”

He’d dropped his hands down to the underside of her tits
and started to squeeze but she didn’t dare pull away or
even try to stop him.

“So when I tell you that I might want you to jerk me off
then I expect you to want to do it.  Understand cunt?”

“Arrrrgh!  Yes master I understand.  I want to jerk you
off.  Please, I really do.  Oh, thank you, thank you
master.”

The pain had been so intense that for a second she’d
thought she would throw up and then it was gone as he
eased off on her poor tits.  She had to be so careful not
to let him know what she was really thinking, she had to
pretend as hard as she could that she wanted to do the
things he said.   Now his hands started being gentle,
caressing her tits, rubbing over her nipples which seemed
to be in a permanent state of erection.

For the rest of the video they stayed like that, him
playing with her tits with his cock pressing into her
back while they watched the girls on screen masturbating.
In spite of herself, Janet found the masturbating scenes
fascinating.  After all this time masturbating in private
to actually see other girls doing it was amazing,
especially as they all seemed to do it a bit differently.
She even found herself wondering what it would be like to
try some of the variations they used.

Finally the film ended and he let go of her tits long
enough stop the tape.

“What are you doing tonight slave?”

“What … master?”

“Tonight.  You’re not doing anything special are you?”

“No master.”

“Good.  I want you to call your mum and ask her if you
can stay at one of your friends.  And be vague about
which one.  Okay.”

Her first instinct was to object but he’d already started
applying pressure to her tits.

“Yes master, I’ll try.”

Within a couple of seconds he was holding the phone in
front of her and she was dialing her mum’s work number.
It was only as she heard the ringing at the other end
that she realised he was going to keep holding her tits.
As her mum’s secretary answered and she asked to be put
through he started to concentrate on her nipples, running
his thumbs around them with a feathery touch that sent
goosebumps through her.

“Hi darling, having a good day?”

“Yes mum.  Umm I was wondering, um would it be okay if I
stayed … ohhh … over.”

He taken her nipples and sort of twirled them between his
fingers sending a totally unexpected shock wave of
pleasure through her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Umm nothing, um I knocked something.”

“Where?”

“Um, my knee.”

“No silly, where will you be staying over?”

“Oh, probably Mary but I’m not sure.”

“Yeah that’s fine.  We thought you’d probably be doing a
bit of that these hols.  But we do want you home at least
a couple of nights.  Make sure you’ve got your cell with
you okay?”

“Okay mum.”

“Look I’ve got to run, big meeting in ten.  Love you
darling.”

“Love you too mum.”

All night.  He had her all night and all tomorrow.
Fucking amazing!  So many things to do!  He just hoped
that his cock didn’t give out on him because he was going
to be giving it a real workout.

“Good slave.  Now it’s time for your first test.  Do you
know what it’s going to be?”

“No master.”

“You’re going to masturbate for me.  You’re going to show
me how a slut like you plays with herself.  Okay, get up
on the couch.”

It didn’t really surprise her that he wanted her to
masturbate for him but that didn’t mean it was going to
be easy.  She could feel her face burning as she blushed
yet again with embarrassment.  Masturbation was her
private thing, probably the only thing she’d never told
anybody else about and certainly something she’d never
imagined ever doing in front of someone else.  But she
knew she have to do it or else he hurt her so she got up
off her knees and gingerly sat alongside him on the
couch, trying to turn her body so that he could see as
little as possible.

“Come on, I want to see what you do.  Why don’t you sit
in the corner and put this leg here and then the other
down on the floor.  Oh, yeah.  Your cunt looks so fucking
good.  Okay slave girl, start doing it.  Play with
yourself.”

She was sitting along the couch, her back against the
side, her legs spread wide.  He’d repositioned himself so
he was now kneeling on the couch between her legs, his
hands on her calves, making sure her legs stayed spread.
There was no way she be able to go through with this if
she was looking at him so she kept her eyes down, not
really looking at anything as she put her hand between
her legs.

Richard watched spellbound as, starting at the top of her
pubic mound, her right index finger moved down, tracing
the tips of her outer lips, first one side then the
other.  It looked like she was barely touching  herself
at first but then he could see that she was applying more
pressure as her finger started spreading the lips apart.

For a while that’s all she did, and he was starting to
wonder if she was maybe only pretending to do it because
in the videos when the girls masturbated they either had
their fingers in their cunts or were rubbing the area
where their clits were pretty much from the start.  But
she wasn’t pretending, hadn’t even thought of it.  This
was just the way she liked to start, teasing herself till
she felt the start of a tingling in her clit.

As that tingle started she let her finger drift higher
till it brushed over the sheaf covering her clitoris.
This was probably the part she liked the most, applying,
more and more pressure till she had exposed the head of
her clitoris and she could really start masturbating.

“Ohhh.”

It felt like an electric shock sparking through her as
she ran her fingernail over the head.  She couldn’t
believe how turned on she was.  It was like she shouldn’t
be but the whole situation, the videos, Richard watching
her, everything was turning her on more than she’d have
ever thought possible.  Now she really started working on
her clit, rubbing her finger all over it, sometimes using
her nail which sent almost unbearable jolts through her
and othertimes with just the pad of her finger sending
more soothing pleasure through her body.

For years when she’d masturbated she had to do it in
silence, scared of being caught but the girls on the
videos moaned and cried out when they came and she knew
he’d want her to do that so she stopped trying to hold
back.

“Ohhh … yes … ohhhh, yeah, yeah …”

Through her half shut eyes she saw her nipples, big and
red and she brought her left hand up, taking a nipple
between thumb and forefinger so she could tweak it,
adding more pleasure to the wonderful feelings flowing
from her pussy.  After playing with one nipple for a few
seconds she’d move to the other, going back and forth.

“Oh shit … hmmmm …”

By now she could feel the beautiful climb towards her
climax begin as she continued teasing her nipples and
clitoris.  Letting her thumb takeover duties on her
clitoris she slid her finger down and into her pussy.
There was a moment of shock at how wet she was and then
she realised that it was his come that was filling her
pussy, making her wetter than she’d ever been.  It should
have disgusted her but it just seemed to make it even
more exciting.

Richard was transfixed.  This was beyond his wildest
dreams to be crouched between her legs listening and
watching her masturbate like this.  And when she started
fingering her cunt he thought he was going to come
without even touching his cock it was such a turn on.
Her finger would fuck in and then seemed to flex before
she pulled out, only to repeat the movement.  By now her
cunt slit looked like a swamp covered in her juice and
white strands of his come.  Her body was moving, the same
way it did when he’d played with her earlier and she was
moaning and whimpering constantly.

All through this his hands had been on her legs but he
had to do more, had to be part of the action.  Pushing
his hands up her thighs to her cunt he lifted her hand
away.

“What?  No, please …”

So close!  Her eyes sprang open, pleading with him to let
her continue but she needn’t have worried.  He had no
intention of stopping her coming, it was only that he
wanted to be part of it.

“Ohh, ohhhh yes, yes!”

Now it was his thumb on her clit and his finger fucking
into her.  Without thinking she brought her free hand up
to her tits so she could play with both nipples.  Closing
her eyes she let herself go with the sensations, knowing
that the release was so close now.  For some reason the
climb to the top felt even more powerful than when she
played with herself, maybe because she couldn’t
anticipate every move his fingers made as he worked at
her pussy.

“Ahhh yes!”

Two fingers inside her now and the fingers of his other
hand were rubbing around her lips, adding to the pleasure
that was starting to course through her.  She started
pushing against his hand, increasing the pressure of his
thumb against her clit as she got closer and closer till
she knew she was only seconds from release.

Then it stopped and again her eyes sprang open.  This was
the moment he was waiting for.  He thought she was close
and he wanted her to know that he was the one who made it
happen.  As she looked into his eyes, pleading for him to
continue he jammed his fingers back into her cunt,
twisting them around, pressed down on her clit as at the
same time he plunged the index finger of his other hand
deep into her arsehole.

“Ohhhh shit!  Yes, coming.  Ohhh fuck.  Oh fuck!”

It was a series of tidal waves, breaking over her,
swamping her body with overwhelming pleasure.  She
gripped her nipples almost to the point of hurting them
as her legs scissored in, grabbing his body and she lent
forward, her head landing on his shoulder.  As he kept
fucking his fingers into both her holes she pulled
herself closer to him till she let go of her tits and
wrapped her arms around him, crushing her spasming body
against his.

“Ahhhh!  Good, fucking good!  Oh yes.  Coming!!”

Eventually the waves of pleasure slowed, finally stopping
leaving behind the most amazing feeling of fulfillment so
that when he turned his head and pressed his lips against
hers she was happy to kiss him, sighing into his mouth
with her contentment.  His fingers were still moving in
her, gently now which felt great but her clit was going
to that supersensitive stage where she couldn’t touch it.
Reaching down between their bodies she moved his thumb
from her clit before wrapping her arm around him again.

He’d read about how girls clits could become sensitive
after fucking so he assumed that must be the problem.
Information that he’d store away to maybe use later.  For
now he didn’t mind that she’d moved his thumb without
permission.  He was more than happy to have her holding
him and kissing him like this.  Sort of like she was
thanking him for what he’s done for her.

They must have stayed like that for at least five minute,
kissing, their tongues dueling with each other as his
fingers slid in and out of her cunt and arse.

Her thoughts were filled with how different it was having
someone else masturbating you.  Better probably, well at
least the orgasm was.  His fingers in her pussy felt so
good and were already starting to get her thinking about
coming again while the finger in her arse was starting to
almost feel natural and she found herself wondering what
it would be like if she did it to herself when she
masturbated.

Breaking the kiss he slowly pulled his fingers from her
and moved back, reaching up to stroke her hair.

“Fuck that was exciting.  I love watching you come, your
whole body goes so fucking wild.”

As she stared at him everything felt hazy, like she was
in some erotic fog and her eyes dropped down to his cock.
With his fingers gone from her pussy she felt empty again
and, remembering the feel of his cock filling her
earlier, it looked inviting again.  There was no way
she’d say it but she actually hoped that maybe he’d want
to fuck her again.

When her eyes dropped down he just assumed she was being
a good slave and had no idea she was looking at his cock,
half hoping that they’d have sex again.  His thoughts had
already turned to the next video he was going to make her
watch, number two in the series - “Mouth Watering
Experiences” - which was all about cock sucking.  More
importantly, when she’d watched that he’d give her a real
test and get her to suck him off again.

Leaving her on the couch he rewound the first tape and
prepared to put the new one in.

“Time for some more vids for you slave.  And you’d better
watch this one real carefully because there’ll be a big
test at the end.  Okay?”

“Yes master.  Umm, can I go to the toilet … master.”

A shiver ran down his spine as he realised that he was
going to get to watch her pee.  He’d never been
interested in the stories that had people pissing or even
shitting on each other but the idea of watching a girl
pee was really fascinating.

“Sure.  Just put your leash on and off we go.”

It hadn’t occurred to her that he’d want to take her to
the toilet but obviously he wasn’t going to let her go
anywhere by herself.  As he attached the leash to her
collar his cockhead rubbed against the underside of her
right boob.  She was still so turned on that it sort of
felt good, exciting, to have his thing touching her.
With the leash in place he moved his hips back and forth
a few times, the top of his cock pressing into her boob.

“Umm, that feels nice.  Okay slave, let’s get you to the
toilet.  Hands and knees.”

This time she didn’t even question in her own mind having
to crawl as she meekly followed along behind him, glad
that he wasn’t hurrying so she had no trouble keeping up.

“So what do you have to do?  Piss or shit or both?”

“Umm, ummm have a pee … master.”

“Okay, up on the bowl.  Get your legs further apart, I
want to be able to see.  Watching my little slave have a
pee.  Way to go!”

“What?”

There was no way she’d be able to pee with him watching,
no way.

“Please, I can’t.  You can’t.  Oh shit don’t do this
Richard, please.”

He’d expected her to resist so he wasn’t really angry but
he knew he had to act pissed off.  Stepping up to her he
sat on her lap, pressing his cock into her stomach, one
hand alongside his cock, the other tangled in her hair,
pulling her head up and back.

“You listen to me you little fucking cunt.  You’ve just
earned yourself more punishment.  You called me Richard,
you didn’t call me master and you’ve refused to do what I
said.  You’ve been a bad fucking slave.”

The hand on her stomach started pressing down, pushing
into her bladder.

“Now you’re going to fucking piss and I’m going to watch
you do it because your my fucking slut slave and you
fucking do everything that I tell you to.  Understand
cunt!”

He kept tightening his grip on her hair till it felt like
it was going to rip out, at the same time as he pressed
even harder into her belly.

“Ahhh, hurts … ohh, shit. I’m sorry master, please don’t
hurt me anymore, please.  I’ll do what you want,
everything you want.  Ahhh, hurts.  Please don’t, please,
I’m doing it.  See master, I’m doing it.”

He practically jumped off her as he heard the splashing
of her piss against the bowl and into the toilet.  Her
legs had been pushed together when he sat on her and he
quickly pushed her knees apart so he could see clearly.
It was amazing, this stream of piss flowing out from just
above her cunt.  What a fucking legend of a day this was
turning into.

Closing her eyes Janet just let the stream continue,
feeling probably more humiliated that at any other time
through this unbelievably humiliating day.  Every time
she thought things couldn’t get worse he seemed to have
something new and more degrading that he wanted to make
her do.  And the stream of piss seemed to go on forever,
her shame and embarrassment growing with every drop that
fell tinkling into the toilet.

Finally the main flow stopped, to be followed by a few
dribbles and then nothing.  There were drops of piss
still clinging to her piss hole and he pulled off a
couple of pieces of toilet paper and stuffed them into
her hand.

“Okay slut, clean yourself.”

While she did that he washed his hands and then let her
stand up to do the same.  Then it was on her hands and
knees so she could crawl back to watch more videos.

Chapter 6 - Mouth Watering Experiences

This time he didn’t make her kneel, instead letting her
sit in front of him on the couch, her bum pushed up
against his crutch.  He hit the play button and for the
next hour they watched the girls learn all about cock
sucking.  During this his hands moved back and forth from
her cunt to her tits, continuing to play with her body
which meant that she was in a constant state of arousal.

The video started with the girls entering the classroom,
ready for their second day.  This time they were all
wearing sexy clothes and they were really confident and
animated as they sat down and waited for Candy to begin
the lesson.  Candy told them that the lesson would be
about how to perform oral sex and asked if one of the
girls would like to show how she did it.  Mary
volunteered and when a guy came in and stood at the front
of the class, she quickly knelt in front of him, opened
his fly, pulled his cock out and started mechanically
bobbing her head up and down on it.

Candy stopped her pretty quickly and asked the guy what
he thought.  He said that it wasn’t very good, really
unimaginative.  The rest of the class agreed.  Candy then
told Mary to start again but this time the guy would tell
her what to do.  The first thing he said was that he
liked to be sitting down with the woman kneeling so they
moved to the bed where he sat on the edge and Mary knelt
on the floor.  To start with he made her kiss his cock
and balls all over before telling her to start sucking on
the head.  He kept telling her to use her tongue and keep
her lips tight.  After a while he told her to start
playing with his balls with her hands before he got her
to lick his balls.  He got her to start licking his cock
before telling her to suck it again and then finally he
came.  As he came he pulled his cock from her mouth and
covered her face with come.

The class all agreed that Mary was much better this time
and then Candy asked for another volunteer.  Each of the
girls went through the same process of having to suck off
a guy while he told them how to do it.  All the guys
liked different things so by the end of the video they’d
covered a lot of variations.

As the last girl’s mouth was filled with come and the vid
finished he gave her nipples one last tweak.

“Ohhhh.”

“Like that video slave?”

“Yes master.”

Which was really the truth.  She been fascinated watching
the girls and how they took the cocks into their mouths.
Her pussy felt like it was on fire.

“So tell me what you’ve learnt slave.”

“Umm, what master?  I don’t understand.”

“I want to know that you were paying attention.  So tell
me what you have to do to be a good little cocksucker.”

His fingers were at her nipples now and he applied a
little bit of pressure.  Not enough to hurt but she knew
that if she didn’t start saying it, there’d be pain
pretty soon.

“You have to try to suck all the time, as hard as you
can.  Umm, and keep your teeth off.  Umm, umm, ohh yes,
keep your tongue moving, keep licking and kissing his,
his cock.  Especially the top …”

“Top?  Use the right words slave.”

“Cockhead.  Lick his cockhead.”

“Good.  And what else?”

“Ummm, his balls.  Lick his balls and take them in your
mouth.  Umm, make sure he can hear that you’re, um, that
you’re liking sucking him.  And, and, swallow his stuff.
Owww!  I’m sorry master, his come, swallow his come.”

“Whose come?”

“Your come master, swallow you come.”

“And when I don’t want you to swallow my come?”

“Let you come on my face.”

“Good slave.  And what was the final thing Candy said.”

“Umm … make love.  Make love to his cock.  To your cock
master, I, I have to make love to your cock.”

“Well then slave why don’t you make love to my cock.
Show me how much you’ve learnt.  Let’s see if you’re any
good as a cocksucker.”

“Yes master.”

She slipped off the couch, turning around so she was
kneeling at his feet as he moved to the edge of the
couch, his legs spread wide.  As she knelt between his
legs, she knew how important this was.  She had to make
him enjoy it because if he didn’t … the consequences were
too horrible to even imagine.  Licking her lips, she
leant in, her tongue coming out as far as she could to
touch the base of his cock before licking all the way to
the top and then swirling around his smooth cockhead.

“Hmmmmm ….. mmmm.”

She hummed and moaned as she licked, wanting him to think
that she was enjoying what she was doing, that she was
getting off on it.  When his cockhead was covered in her
saliva, she licked down one side, across the base and up
the otherside.  For the next five minutes that’s all she
did, licking every inch of his cock, tracing every vein
and ridge, till it was coated with her saliva.  And as
she licked, she pressed her tongue as hard as she could
against his cock, wanting him to get as much stimulation
from her licking as possible.

That was something she needn’t have worried about.  The
stimulation of her tongue and her moaning would have made
him come instantly if it wasn’t that he’d already dumped
two loads so far today.  Luckily he knew he’d be able to
last a long time with this one because it was obviously
going to be one to remember.

Janet was intending to make it last as long as she could,
to give him as much pleasure as she could so that he
wouldn’t want to punish her again.  Finally though she
figured she had to move on.  She kept her lips against
his hard shaft as she asked him.

“Mmm, do you want me to lick your … your balls, master.”

“Oh yes, slut!  I want you to lick and suck me
everywhere!  I want to feel your fucking tongue and
cocksucking mouth everywhere on my body.  Oh yeah, suck
my balls, cunt.”

She licked across his hairy ball sack as he verbally
abused her, each word seeming to push her further down
into that dark place.  The words just seemed to prove
that she really was a slut, how else would she be able to
do the things she was doing and not be sick, not run
screaming from the room.  And so she opened her mouth and
carefully took his ball inside, gently sucking on it.

“Oh shit!  That’s it, suck my balls.   That’s a good
little slut.  Now the other one.  Yeah.  Okay bitch,
start using your hands now.  Play with my cock while you
suck my balls.  And you be fucking carefully.  Hurt my
balls and I’ll whip you fucking tits off!”

She brought her hands up and wrapped then around his
shaft, one above the other.  It was wet with her own
saliva which was now coating her hands, making her feel
even dirtier if that was possible.  She started pumping,
pulling the loose outer skin back and forth over the hard
shaft.

“Rub your thumb over my cockhead.  Fuckin hell, do I have
to tell you everything to do slut.”

She redoubled her efforts, twisting her head from side to
side as she sucked and licked his balls, going from one
to the other whilst she kept jerking his prick, rubbing
the top of it which now felt very slippery, and all the
time moaning.

His heart was pounding and his breath was coming quicker
and quicker as she worked on his prick and balls.  The
sight was so fucking amazing!  Not to mention the
feeling.  As she stroked his cock, pre-cum kept oozing
out the top and her thumb was now rubbing it over his
sensitive cockhead.  Although later he’d have to really
show her how he liked to jerk off.  She was doing okay,
but after years of masturbating, he knew every sensitive
nook and cranny of his cock and he was going to love
teaching her where they all were.

Placing his hands on her head he pushed down and she
obeyed the unspoken command, letting his ball slip out of
her mouth but keeping her mouth on him so that she was
licking and kissing under his balls, her nose now
pressing against them.  He kept the pressure on and she
moved lower still, her tongue never stopping.

“Okay, one hand on my balls, one on my cock.  That’s it
slut.  And you know what you have to do now?  Now you
lick my arsehole.  Lick it cunt.”

And she did, eyes tightly closed so that she didn’t have
to watch as she totally debased herself, wondering if
there could possibly be anything lower he would make her
do.  It was crinkly, strange and she tried to keep her
tongue away from the centre.  After she licked over it a
half dozen times he started pulling on her hair, dragging
her back up.

“Okay bitch, enough of that for now.  I might let you
lick out my arse later if you’re lucky but now it’s time
for your big test.  Time for you to show me if you’ve
learnt how to really suck cock or if I’m going to have to
punish you again.”

She kept her tongue licking the ridge between his arse
and his balls, then over his balls and up his shaft till
her mouth was poised at the top of his cock.  This was
it.  She was going to have to really suck him this time,
like those sluts in the movie she’d just watched.  Sluts.
There it was again.  She thought they were sluts and she
was getting ready to do just what they did.  Because she
was a slut, just like she’d been thinking for the last
couple of years.  All she’d needed was Richard forcing
her to face it and prove it was true.

“Come on bitch, what’re you waiting for.  Suck my cock.
Ahhh, yeah that’s it.”

As she slid her lips over his cockhead and wrapped them
tightly around his hard cockshaft, she sucked in and at
the same time formed a channel with her tongue, rubbing
it along the underside of his cock.  Immediately she
started a bobbing motion, each time she pushed down
letting more of his cock into her mouth.  She knew it
should have felt wrong but it didn’t, the smell, the
taste, the feel of his cock felt natural as it stretched
her lips, filling more and more of her mouth.

“Oh fucking hell!  You keep that up, don’t fucking ever
stop you cocksucking bitch.”

The pressure on his cock was almost unbearable from the
incredible suction of her mouth.  There was no comparison
to when she’d sucked him earlier.  This was definitely
the real thing.  As her lips moved up and down on his
shaft her cheeks were permanently sucken and every few
seconds her nostrils flared out as she breathed in
through her nose so she could keep the constant sucking
happening.  He knew he wouldn’t last long and this time
he didn’t care.  He just wanted to fill her beautiful
mouth with his come.

“Yeah, that’s it, suck it all in slave.  Suck my come
out.”

Tightening his grip on her hair he started controlling
her movement, speeding it up a bit and making her take
more and more of his cock into her mouth.

“Oh shit yeah!  That’s it.  Keep your fucking tongue
working.  Soon, gonna fill you mouth.  Oh shit yeah.”

By now two thirds of his cock was plunging into her mouth
every time he pulled down on her head and he could feel
his cockhead hitting the roof of her mouth and sliding
back towards her throat.  Then he was pushing against her
throat, threatening to choke her.

For a second she stopped sucking in her panic but he
pulled back and she was able to start sucking again.

“Hold my balls, come on slave.”

She’d been concentrating so hard on never stopping her
sucking and on keeping her tongue constantly rubbing over
his thick shaft that she’d forgotten to hold him and play
with him with her hands which were just resting on his
thighs.  She immediately took his ball sack in one hand
and started carefully tugging and rolling his balls
around while her other hand wrapped around the base of
his cock and started jerking on it.

“Yeah, like that.  Play with them.  That’s the way.”

The added stimulation of his hands on his cock and balls
was too much.  Looking down at her he watched his cock
disappear into her mouth till her lips seemed to kiss her
hand where it was grasping the base of his shaft and that
was it.

“Oh fuck yeah.  Here it comes.  Ahhhhhhh.  Fuck!  Swallow
it, fucking shit, swallow my come cunt!  Ohhh shit yeah.”

His balls tightened and then the ridge on the underside
of his cock grew against her hand, her lips, across her
tongue till the first spurt of his come was splattering
against the roof of her mouth.

“Oh yeah, that’s it.  Keep sucking.  Oh fuck, suck my
cock, suck it slave.  Don’t stop, oh fuck yeah.”

He kept guiding her head up and down.  Up as a jet of
come pulsed along his cock so it felt like she was
drawing his come out of him and then quickly down again,
ready for the next glorious spurt to come out.  For the
third time today he was in heaven and each time was
proving better than the previous one.

It seemed to go on forever and her mouth was starting to
fill with his come, threatening to spill out as he kept
pistoning his cock in and out of her mouth.  The next
time he pushed in she swallowed, the come sliding easily
down her throat.

“Oh shit, what was that.  Fuck that felt good.”

When she’d swallowed it had provided even more suction
and her tongue had sort of undulated along his cock,
milking the next gob of come out.  Learning she thought.
That’s what the woman on the video said, you have to find
out what he likes and remember it so that you know how to
please him.

By now the last couple of spurts had made their way down
his cock and he stopped pumping her mouth, leaving his
cock buried deep in her face, letting her keep sucking.
Looking down he could see a ring of white around her lips
where his come was trying to escape and then she
swallowed again.

“Ohhh yeah, fucking hell.  That’s incredible.  Oh that’s
so fucking good when you do that slave.”

Letting go of her head he fell back against the couch,
totally drained.  This was so good, her mouth still
sucking at him, her hands still holding his balls and
cock.  He let her continue for a couple of minutes while
his heart rate returned to normal before he sat back up.

“Okay slave, that’s enough for now.  Position.”

By now the muscles in her jaw were aching from the
constant sucking.  She’d been starting to worry that she
wouldn’t be able to keep it up and that he punish her so
she thankfully pulled her mouth back, releasing his cock.
Her instinct was to quickly move away but she remembered
the video and so before she sat back, hands behind her
back in her ready position, she licked over the head and
gave a final moan.  As she knelt there she realised that
however perverse it was, she felt good about having
licked him, that having his cock in her mouth wasn’t
really horrible.  She’d really tried her hardest to do
all the things in the video and she was sure he’d enjoyed
it.  As she knelt there for the first time today she
almost felt good.  Being able to make a guy come like
that was really a pretty amazing thing.

There was a little drop of come just under her lip and he
reached over to catch it on his finger.

“You don’t want to waste this now do you?”

He held his finger a few inches from her mouth and she
lent forward, taking it into her mouth, running her
tongue over it to clean the come off before swallowing.

“That’s a good girl.  Hey, do you think you should thank
me for letting you suck my cock?”

“Umm … yes master.  Umm … thank you for letting me suck
your … your beautiful cock and for letting me swallow
your come.”

Hearing her say that was almost enough for him to make
her start sucking again, but there were more videos for
her to watch, more things he wanted her to learn.
Because the way she’d sucked his cock this time she
obviously was a quick learner.  Even though he’d never
had his cock sucked before, he was pretty sure from the
things he’d read that what Janet had done was really good
cocksucking.  He left his finger in her mouth, enjoying
the way she licked and sucked it as he stroked her hair
with his other hand.

“Time for some more vids.  Next one’s about fucking.  So
let’s see what you can learn from that.  I think there’s
only three things for your punishment book.  You stopped
sucking once, umm you weren’t using your hands all the
time and I had to tell you to use them.  Oh yeah, I
didn’t really think you got into licking my arsehole
properly.”

She couldn’t believe it.  She’d tried her hardest, done
everything she could to make him happy, even licked his
arse and still he wanted to punish her.  It was
impossible, there was nothing she could do right for him.
She looked up at him, pulling her head so that his finger
slipped out of her mouth.

“It’s not fair.”

“What was that?”

“It’s not fair.  I did everything you asked.  I did my
best.  You can’t punish me.  It’s not fair.”

As she spoke it was as if a spell had been broken and she
could feel her anger building like a volcano.

“Listen slave …”

Bringing her arms up she pushed his hand from her hair.

“No, fuck it, you listen.  I’ve done what you wanted.
Let you do all these things to me.  But you can’t do this
you bastard.  I tried my best to suck your stupid fucking
cock and if you didn’t like it then fuck you.  Yeah, fuck
you arsehole.”

Richard was totally unprepared for this outburst and had
no idea how to deal with it.  In an instant, everything
he’d planned and schemed for seemed to be slipping away.
Maybe he was immobilised because he knew that she really
had tried hard and he was only doing the punishment thing
because he didn’t want her to know how incredible it was.
Whatever the reason he was unable to stop her outburst.

“I don’t give a shit.  You can fucking do whatever you
want, I don’t care anymore.  I tried, I tried my fucking
best to do what you wanted and all you ever want to do is
hurt me.  Well not anymore.  And you know what?  Marcia
was right all along.  You’re a fucking loser.  A fucking
arsehole loser.  I’m fucking leaving loser … ahhhh!”

It wasn’t until she said that Marcia had called him a
loser that he snapped him out of his frozen state.
Without even thinking his hand swung around slapping her
hard on the cheek, tumbling her over just as she was
starting to stand.  Ignoring her as she lay crumpled on
the floor he headed for where his whips were still laid
out.  He’d fucking show her who was a loser the bitch.

Although her head was ringing from the slap her resolve
to leave no matter what the consequences was still as
strong.  Shaking her head, trying to clear it she started
to get up again, not caring what he was doing anymore.
She’d show him the little fucking bastard.

“Ahhhrgh …”

The whip he’d chosen was the one he’d used on her tits
earlier, the one  with all the strands.  She was on her
knees starting to stand when he struck her from behind,
landing the whip across her arse and the backs of her
thighs.  He hit her really hard with an underhand swing,
the force of the blow sending her sprawling on her
stomach.  She brought her hand back to her burning arse
and started to turn over but before she could he was
alongside her, landing another hard blow across her
shoulders and back, pushing her back to the floor.

“Ahhhrgh …”

The pain.  How could she have forgotten how painful is
was!  It burned through her like a thousand stinging
fires even worse than before.  Instinctively she tried to
pull herself across the floor as two lashes in quick
succession landed on her lower back, curling around her
sides, the tips of the whip feeling like they were
ripping into her stomach.

“Ahhh, no, no, stop …”

Twisting over onto her back to escape the pain she
reached up to him pleading but already he was bringing
the whip down, just missing her outstretched arms to land
viciously on her heaving tits.

“Ahhhhh shit.  No, please.”

Her whole body jumped at the impact and she wrapped her
arms protectively over her damaged tits.  This left her
stomach unprotected and the next blow left a dozen angry
stripes on her tanned belly.

“No, stop, please.  Hurting … hurting!”

He was still too angry to think about stopping and as she
brought her legs up to protect her stomach he lashed the
backs of her thighs as hard as he could.  Crying out
again, her legs unfolded so he whipped the tops of her
thighs followed by another stinging one to her tits and
nipples when she uncovered them to protect her battered
legs.

“Ahhh.  No, stop, please.  I’m sorry.  Please don’t hurt
me.  Ahrghhh.”

She’d twisted over onto her stomach again and as she’d
turned her legs had parted just long enough for him to
bring the whip up between them from behind, catching the
inside of her thighs and digging into her slit.  Her
whole body jerked from the pain as one strand tortured
her clit.  It felt like he was ripping her apart,
destroying her pussy.

“Please master, please stop.  Ahhhhh.”

This time he lashed her bum and her back, twice in quick
succession.  By now her tears were streaming down her
cheeks as she sobbed, pleading with him.

“I’m sorry.  I’ll be a good slave.  Please master, no
more.”

He kicked her legs apart, landing another blow to her
cunt and her inner thighs before she could bring her legs
together again.

“Ahhhhrghh.”

“So whose the loser now cunt?”

“I am master, I’m the loser.”

“So, are you my little cunt?”

“Yes master, I’m your cunt.  I’m your slut master.  Your
cunt slut slave.”

Three times he brought the whip down as hard as he could
on her bum and each time she cried out as her abused body
jerked from the pain.

“Ohhhhh.”

Crouching down he grabbed her hair and pulled her head
up, roughly twisting her around to look at him, causing
her to cry out once more.  She looked so pitiful, fear
filled eyes puffy and red from crying, cheeks stained
with tears, but in many ways this was the most beautiful
she’d ever looked to him, completely vulnerable,
completely his to do with as he pleased.  He knew he
didn’t need to whip her anymore.  Not now anyway.

As he pulled her closer she tensed, waiting for another
blow to land but then his lips were against hers, his
tongue in her mouth.  It was over, he wasn’t going to
hurt her anymore.  Moaning with relief she returned the
kiss her tongue playing with his as her hands went around
his back.  Pulling herself into a half sitting position
she pressed her body against his, trying her best to rub
her tits against his chest.  Her left hand started
playing with his hair as her right hand moved to the
front, searching for his cock.  The thought that was now
pounding through her head was that she had to keep him
happy, had to prove to him that she was a perfect slave
and that she loved everything he asked her to do.

Richard wasn’t complaining but now that his anger was
subsiding he was certainly confused.  Within a couple of
minutes she’d gone from a great cocksucker to a real
bitch and now to a sort of sexy slut.  As her hand
grasped his cock and she started jerking him off he held
her closer, arms now around her back, pulling her tits
against his chest.  She broke the kiss and started
kissing down his neck to his chest as she spoke, her hard
nipples making a trail down his body as she moved lower.

“Mmmm.  Would you like me to suck your beautiful cock
again master?  Please?  I know I can do it properly this
time.  Please master?  I promise I’ll do it properly and
… and you won’t have to punish me master.  Because I’ll
do anything you want master.  Mmmm.  I love kissing you
master.  You … you taste so good.”

As tempted as he was to let her suck him off again he
really wanted to try some other things today before his
balls ran out of come.  Still he let her work her way
down, kissing and licking his body till with a loud moan,
her mouth engulfed the head of his cock and she sucked on
it, twirling her tongue around it.  Letting his cock out
of her mouth she dropped further down and sticking her
tongue as far out as she could she wetly licked from his
balls all the way up the shaft.

“Mmmm.  Do you want me to keep going master?  Will I
swallow your come again?  Or, or do you want to come on
my face?”

“Yeah, maybe later cocksucker.  But now you’re going to
watch some more videos.”

“Yes master.  I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

“Okay, get up cunt.  You can sit on the couch.  I want
you to watch the next two.”

“Yes master, whatever you want.”

Helping her up he led her over to the couch and then put
the video in.  When he turned back to her she was sitting
with her legs spread wide displaying her cunt to him and
her shoulders were pulled back so her tits jutted out.
Her body looked amazing, just like some of the girls in
his bondage photos, covered with red stripes from the
whip.  The best part however was way she was looking at
him, almost like a puppy, looking to see if it was going
to be praised for something it had done.

Going over to her he stood between her legs and bent down
so he could kiss her again.  Instantly her hands came up
and started fondling his cock.  He let her play with him
for a few seconds and then pulled away.

“Now I’m leaving you for a while.  Pay attention to the
vid!”

“Yes master.”

Richard went straight back to his room and sat at his
computer trying to understand what had just happened.
For a while he’d thought that it was all over but now she
seemed to be even more intent on pleasing him.  Obviously
when ever she tried to get away he’d just have to whip
her and then she’d be even more of a slut for him.

But it wasn’t working out like in his fantasies and he
started to realise that he’d have to adjust his
expectations.  In his fantasies after the first time
they’d had sex she always admitted how wrong she was and
before long was telling him that she loved him.  This was
definitely not going to happen.  Best he could hope for
would be that she would continue to do everything he said
and he’d have his own personal fuck toy.  Which was
really an incredibly awesome thought.  His own fucktoy,
who he could have sex with anytime he wanted.  Probably
better than a girlfriend although there was no reason why
he couldn’t go out places with her and get her to tell
people she was his girlfriend.

By the time he’d sorted all this out his computer alarm
was beeping him to let him know it had already been sixty
minutes.  Time to change the video.

Back in the family room Janet was watching the next
video, making sure she didn’t miss anything, too scared
to even look away from the tv.  This one was all about
fucking.  This time when the girls arrived for their
class they were all dressed in sexy clothes, including
their underwear which they excitedly showed off to each
other.  When they were settled in their seats, Candy
asked Tiffany to show the class how she liked to have sex
using John as her partner.

Tiffany undressed, lay down on a bed with her legs apart.
John got on top of her and they started fucking.  Tiffany
just lay there, very unresponsive, letting the John do
all the work.  Candy quickly told them to stop and they
all gathered at the bed and discussed what Tiffany had
done.  Candy told them how important it was to experiment
with other positions, to talk dirty and most importantly
to be responsive all the time.  She also told them to
practice using their cunt muscles and each of the girls
had to put a finger into Candy’s cunt so she could show
them how she could use her cunt to squeeze and milk a
cock.  The girls then had sex with their partners in
dozens of different positions.

As she was watching this Janet realised that Richard
would expect her to learn how to use her muscles when
they were having sex.  She looked over to the door to
make sure he wasn’t there and then she carefully slid her
finger into her pussy.  Normally it would have been
stopped by her hymen but now she could slide it in till
her knuckles were pressed against her slit.  Then she
tried to squeeze and found that she could do it easily.
Thinking she heard a noise she quickly took her finger
out.  It was a false alarm but she was too nervous to do
it again in case he did sneak back in.

When the video finished she stayed on the couch, not sure
if she was meant to put in the next one or wait for him
to come back.  Watching the clock tick over she became
more and more worried that he did expect her to put in
the next video.  She was just about to stand when he came
back.

He didn’t say anything, quickly changing the tape and
then going over to her, standing between her legs.  His
right hand grabbed her hair on the top of her head and
pulled her forward while his other hand pointed his ever
hard cock at her mouth.  As his cock entered her mouth he
moved his hands, grasping her ears and using them like
handles to fuck her face back and forth on his cock.
This was the way it should be he thought, treating her
like a sex thing, using her however he wanted.

As his hand had reached out to her she’d thought he was
going to hit her again and it took all her strength not
to pull away.  When she realised it was just more cock
sucking she actually relaxed a bit.  Opening her mouth
wide she let his cock in and immediately started licking
and sucking it.  She brought one hand up between his legs
so she could play with his balls and the other went
around him to hold his arse cheeks, feeling them clench
each time he plunged into her mouth.

Twelve times he fucked his cock brutally into her mouth,
enjoying every hard thrust and then he withdrew, stepping
away, his cock glistening with her saliva.

“I’ll be back when this one’s finished cunt.”

“Yes master.”

Once more Richard left her alone, this time getting
things prepared for their next fuck session.  When he’d
fantasised about the next thing he was going to do to her
it had generally involved her really wanting him to do it
but now he knew this would only ever be a fantasy.  So he
prepared a much more interesting approach, gathering the
bits and pieces he figured he’d use.

The next video, Opening the Back Door was all about anal
sex.  First the girls learnt about rimming, each taking
turns to lick and fuck their tongues into their partners
arses.  Then they were all fucked in the arse by their
partners, each of them coming of course.  Janet was
horrified, realising that Richard must be planning to do
it too her, fuck her back there and there was nothing she
could do about it.  Still, the girls in the video all
seemed to like it so maybe it wouldn’t be as painful as
it looked.

All too soon the video was over and he was back in the
room, standing in front of her, clipping the lead back
on, his hard cock pointing at her.

Chapter 7 - Opening the Back Door

“I feel like another fuck.  Okay?”

“Yes master.”

She cowered back as he slowly lifted his hand up,
threatening to hit her.

“What’d you mean ‘yes master’?  Is that the best you can
fucking do?  Because it’s not fucking good enough you
stupid cunt.  When I tell you I feel like fucking you,
you should be pleased, you should be telling me how much
you want my cock.”

“Oh, I do master, I do want your cock.  I want you to
fuck me master.  Please don’t hurt me again.  Please fuck
me master, please.”

He held his hand up for a moment longer, pulling it back
even further, making it look like he was making up his
mind whether to hit her then he lowered it.

“Hmm, okay this time.  But you’d better be careful bitch
or I will hit you.  Okay, you can crawl back to my
bedroom so we can fuck in comfort.”

As she crawled in front of him she was conscious that he
was probably looking down at her bum, almost certainly
able to see her arsehole.  She tried to clench her arse
cheeks praying that he wouldn’t do it to her there but in
her heart knowing that he would.  Why else would he have
made her watch the last video  Then they were in his room
again and she stopped, waiting for him to tell her what
to do.

“Crawl over to my desk and stand up.”

Richard was watching her really carefully as she stood
and he was rewarded as he saw her body tense and
goosebumps break out across her back.  He knew why.  He’d
cleared most of the stuff off his desk and laid out
handcuffs, a bunch of special leather restraints and
three steel bars.  They were neatly laid out, mostly in
pairs and he figured they must look terrifying.

This was worse than she’d been imagining, far worse than
even the thought of him raping her behind.  He was going
to tie her up and beat her again and she couldn’t do
anything about it, couldn’t say anything because she knew
that would just make the beating worse.  All she could do
was stand there, shivering with fear, waiting.

“A few bits and pieces to dress you up in.  Those first
two are for your wrists.  Put em on cunt.”

There was a second of hesitation but not enough for him
to really count it as a punishment and then, with
trembling hands, she picked up the wrist bands and put
them on.  They were about two inches wide and made from
soft leather.  There was a buckle to hold them on and
around the outside there were three D rings.

“Good slave.  And make sure they’re tight.  Now the next
ones go right at the top of your thighs.”

This pair were pretty much the same as the wrist bands,
just a little longer.  They were followed by bands just
above her knees and then ankle cuffs.

“Last one goes around your waist.  And I want that really
tight, okay.  I said okay slut.  Fucking answer me when I
tell you something cunt.”

“Yes master, I’m sorry master, I’ll do it tight.”

And she did, pulling till it was digging into her narrow
waist.

“Okay, now let me see you.  Turn around.  All the way.”

As she slowly turned he couldn’t believe how sexy it
looked, her beautiful body naked except for the strips of
black leather and the gleaming silver of the buckles and
d rings.

“Oh yeah, fuck that looks sexy.  You look like a perfect
fuck toy now.  Which is what you are isn’t it?  You’re my
little fuck toy aren’t you?”

“Yes master … I’m your fuck toy.”

“Okay, get on the bed fuck toy and kneel down at the end,
facing this way.  Come on, you want to get fucked don’t
you toy?”

“Yes master.”

She scrambled on to the bed as quickly as she could and
assumed her squatting position at the foot, looking out.
She was trying to avoid looking at him but she couldn’t
help see that he now was holding the bars and the
handcuffs.  Her heart almost stopped as she realised that
he was going to hit her with the bars.

“Now these are what’s called spreaders.  This one is for
your knees.  See this catch here?  It snaps onto one of
the rings on the band just above your knee.  Same on the
other side.  Makes sure that your legs are kept wide
apart so I can get at your cunt.  Good idea, huh?”

“Yes master.”

“Put it on.”

He wasn’t going to hit her with them, he was going to
fuck her again!  And in her pussy, not her arse.  It was
such a relief that she almost grabbed the bar from him as
he held it out to her.

 “Yes master.”

It was easy to put on although once she had it in place
she realised she was going to be even more helpless,
totally unable to escape anything he wanted to do to her
with this steel rod holding her knees so far apart.

“Now these ones go between you ankles and the top of your
thighs, one on each side.”

When she had them in place she was forced to kneel
upright, her knees now locked in place at a ninety degree
angle and she had to be careful that she didn’t
overbalance and fall off the bed.

“Hands behind your back.”

Reaching behind her quickly cuffed her hands before
clipping the cuffs to the leather belt around her narrow
waist, effectively immobilising her hands.  It had the
added benefit of pushing her beautiful tits out.  He
stood in front of her, smiling, loving having her bound
like this, totally at his mercy, unable to escape him
even if she dared.  After the last whipping he thought
that his need to hurt her had gone, but seeing her bound
like this the desire to hurt her, to pay her back as he
used her body for his pleasure came back in a wave of
lust.

Reaching out he ran his finger over her lips before
probing into her mouth.

“Let’s see, I’ve already fucked your mouth.  Twice.  You
liked that didn’t you slave?  You liked sucking my cock?”

“Yes master.”

His fingers left her mouth and traced down her front,
between her tits.

“Thought so.  Oh and remind me later that to let you
write down in your punishment book that your didn’t lick
and suck my fingers when I stuck them in your mouth,
bitch.”

Her eyes shot up to his in fear but she didn’t dare
complain, not after last time and she quickly dropped her
eyes.

“Yes master.”

“Haven’t tit fucked you yet.  That’d be fun.”

Bringing his hands to the side of her beautiful tits he
pushed them together, his fingers sinking into her firm
mounds.  With his thumbs he was able to push her rubbery
nipples in till he was brushing them against each other.

“Ohhhh.”

“Like that do you slut?  Wow, what a great fuck channel
your big tits make.  I could come all over your slutty
face.  You’d like that wouldn’t you slave?

“Yes master.”

She’d never heard, never even imagined something like
that, using her boobs to have sex.  It sounded so
perverse, so dirty and sluttish.

“But not this time!”

“Ohhh.”

His right hand had moved down to cup her mound, a finger
jabbing inside her while his left hand kept playing with
her tits tweaking and tugging at her nipple.

“Ohhh!”

“Of course I do like fucking your tight cunt.  Do you?”

“Yes master.  Ahhh!”

He’d flicked her swollen nipple with his finger

“Yes master what, you stupid bitch.”

“I like you fucking me … fucking my, my tight cunt …
Ohhhh.”

“Cunt’s a bit dry isn’t it.  Still I’m sure you’ll get
wet quickly enough once my cock’s in you, won’t you.”

“Yes master.”

“What about here?  I haven’t fucked this hole yet.  Would
you like me to fuck you up the arse, slut?”

“Unhhhh.”  His finger had left her vagina now and he was
forcing it inside her arse.  Of course she didn’t want
him to do it, but she knew that if she said that he’d
punish her till she said what he wanted to hear.

“Yes master.”

“Ahhhhh.”

He’d jabbed his finger in as far as he could, scraping
the inside of her arse with his nails while his thumb
fucked back into her cunt and with his other hand he
started squeezing her tit, crushing her nipple between
finger and thumb.

“You know you’re really starting to piss me off again.
And you’re earning yourself some fucking big time
punishment cunt.  If I ask something like ‘do you want me
to fuck your arse’ you don’t just fucking whisper yes
master.  You tell me how much you’d love it, how much you
want it, want my cock up there.”

“I’m sorry master, I do want it.  I want you to fuck my
arse.  I want your big cock to fuck my arse.  Please
don’t punish me, don’t hurt me.  I’d love you to fuck my
arse, really.  Please master, please fuck my arse.”

He started working his finger in her arse and his thumb
in her cunt, fucking them while his other hand started
gently tugging on her nipple.

“Are your really sure?  You really want me to fuck your
virgin arse?”

“Oh yes master, really, I really want your big cock up my
arse, my virgin arse.”

“Well okay slut, seeing as how you want to be arse fucked
I guess that I’ll have to do it!”

Leaning in he kissed her, his tongue pushing straight
into her mouth.  She responded instantly pressing her
lips against his, duelling with his tongue, too scared
not to as he continued to finger fuck her cunt and arse.
Then he was gone, moving back to his desk where he picked
up a tube.  He came back to her and opening the tube, he
squeezed the lubricant out.  Standing in front of her as
he slowly started greasing his cock.  This was it.  He
was actually going to arse fuck her.  What a day!  Mouth,
cunt and now arse!  There were tears rolling down her
face but there was no way her tears were going to stop
him.  In fact they’d only make it better as he gave the
bitch what she deserved for all the humiliation he’d had
to put up with from her.

“Want to make sure my cock is properly greased so it’ll
slide easily up your tight virgin arsehole.  Probably
should put some on your arse too.”

With a gob of grease on his fingers he reached between
her legs and smeared it over the wrinkled pucker of her
arsehole.  Then he took a second gob and this time she
grunted as he wormed a finger into her as far as he could
spreading the grease around her arse chute.

“Let’s hope that’s enough.  Okay bitch, time to rock and
roll!”

Tossing the tube of lubricant back to the desk he climbed
onto the bed behind her.  Grabbing the bars that locked
her feet and upper thighs in place he used them as
handles to drag her further up the bed.  Next, reaching
between her spread legs he picked up the leash which was
still attached to her slave collar and, feeding the end
under the knee spreader bar he pulled up on it which of
course dragged her head and neck down.  He didn’t stop
till her forehead was pressing into the bed, her back
arched, tits touching the bed and her arsehole even more
exposed.  Tying the leash off on the knee spreader he
lent back, looking at her, bound and waiting, ready for
him to fuck her arse.

The sight was truly an awesomely sexy one, much more so
than he’d have ever imagined it could be.  He’d looked at
lots of bondage pics over the last months but nothing
really prepared him for this and he knew that what he’d
done here was really only very mild bondage.  She looked
so fucking exciting.  Her arsehole and were cunt
completely open to him to do whatever he wanted and there
was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him.  She
couldn’t run away, close her legs, try to push him away,
fight him off, she couldn’t do a thing.

Then as he stared at the reddish brown pucker of her
greased arsehole he started to feel nervous and he froze,
unable to do anything, his stomach feeling like there
were a thousand butterflies fluttering inside.  He’d
dreamed so many times about fucking her cunt and her
sucking him off that although the reality was incredibly
special, it was also something that in a way he’d sort of
experienced before he actually did it.  But he’d never
really thought much about fucking her there, in her arse.
Certainly not the way he’d fantasised about the other
things.  What if he didn’t like it or if he couldn’t get
his cock in because it was too tight?  He had a horrible
image of trying and trying but being unable to get his
cock into her.  Embarrassing, even humiliating.  When
he’d put his fingers in her it had been really tight,
much tighter than her cunt.  Maybe he should put more of
the lubricant in her to help.  And maybe he should have
gagged her because she was probably going to really
scream with this one.

However resting a hand on her bum to support himself as
he prepared to get off the bed was enough to snap him out
of it.  The physical contact seemed to dispel his nerves
and feelings of doubt almost instantly and his grip on
her bum tightened, his fingers digging in.  Without
thinking about it his other hand moved to his greased
cock as he inched forward till he could rest the head of
his cock on her puckered arsehole.  Placing both hands on
her hips he started a small rocking motion, pushing his
cock forward and then back again, allowing her body to
rock with his.  Her arsehole looked so tiny against his
blood filled cockhead and he still had no idea what to
expect as he prepared to fuck into her arse but now it
didn’t seem to matter.  The stories he’d read were all so
different with some talking about arse fucking as though
it would almost rip the girl apart and other treating it
like the girl would love it.  He also wasn’t really sure
how much he’d like it but there was only one way to find
out.

“Remember what Mandy said.  Relax and you’ll love it!
Ready bitch?  Ready for me to fuck this tight arsehole?”

“Yes master.”

He started to tighten his grip on her hips, digging his
fingers in as he applied a bit more pressure with his
cock.

“I can’t hear you.  I asked if you’re ready for me to
fuck your tight virgin arsehole.”

“Yes master, I’m ready for you to fuck my … my tight
virgin arsehole.”

“Then beg me cunt.  Come on, beg me.  Tell me how much
you want to feel my cock inside your arse.”

“Please fuck my … my virgin arse.  Please master.  I, I
want to feel your cock inside me.  Inside my arse.
Please fuck my tight virgin arseho … Ohhhh!  Ahhh,
hurts!”

It was in!  The head of his cock was inside her, feeling
like the top of a tree had been punched into her guts.
Instinctively she tried to pull away but it was
impossible, restrained the way she was.

Fuck, he’d done it!  His cockhead was actually inside
Janet Sheen’s fucking virgin arsehole.  Fucking
incredible!  He smiled triumphantly as he felt her
ineffectually try to escape.  It was possible!  He’d done
it, his cock was inside her fucking arse and the way he
had her secured she wasn’t going anywhere.  For a while
he was content to just rock slowly back and forth,
looking at the incredible sight of his cock, the head
invisible now, distending her brownish red arsehole,
stretching it impossibly.  The grip of her arse ring was
so tight, much tighter than her cunt had been, that it
felt like it was going to squeeze his cockhead off.  As
he rocked his hips her arse ring would pucker out and
then disappear back in.  Fucking amazing!

“Now bitch I’m going to fuck your arse till I fill it
with a load of my come.  Ready cunt?”

When she didn’t answer he slapped her arse as hard as he
could.

“Oww.”

“I said are you ready cunt?  Are you ready to have your
fucking arse reamed out.”

“Yes master.”

Tightening his grip on her hips he pushed as hard as he
could, his eyes opening wide with the incredible sight
and sensations as his cock plunged into her till his
stomach slammed into her arse and he could feel his balls
resting against her cunt.  She wailed as he fucked into
her but he didn’t care.  He’d done it.  He’d fuck all
three of her holes in the one day!  Legend!  And the
feeling of her arse ring tightly gripping his shaft as
he’d plowed into her and the walls of her arse rubbing
against his cockhead and shaft were unlike anything he’d
ever felt before.  So tight, so exciting.

“Noo … Ahhh, hurts … please no.  NOOO!  Take it out!
Please Richard, stop, take it out!”

“No way bitch, and call me master you fucking slut!”

He slapped her on the bum again but she barely felt it.
Having him inside her like this was nothing like when
he’d fucked her before.  This was pain and absolute
humiliation as he cock split her in two like a red hot
poker and the force of his thrust jammed her face and
neck roughly into the bed.  She didn’t know how those
stupid sluts on the video could have enjoyed something
like this.  Instinctively she tried to pull herself off
him but there was no where to go and when she tried to
twist away his iron grip on her hips stopped her.

He stayed there for a few moments, savouring the sight
and feel of his stomach pressed firmly into her arse
cheeks before he started to pull out.

“Ahhhhh … noo, please!  No, don’t.”

As he’d slowly pulled out again it felt like he was
pulling her guts out and her whole body started shaking
uncontrollably as the tears coursed down her cheeks.

In some ways the withdrawal was even more exciting.  Her
arsehole was gripping his cock so tightly that it
distended out as though she was trying to keep him inside
her.

“No more, please, please master.  Hurts.  Hurts too much!
Ahhhhhhh!”

He’d slammed into her again, ignoring her pleas.  Then,
as she continued to beg him to stop he set up a slow,
steady rhythm pulling out till only his cockhead was in
her and then bearing down again, sinking back into her
greased arse till his balls were rubbing against her
cuntlips, his stomach pressing into her bum.  The
sensation was fantastic and because he’d already come so
many time today he was pretty sure he’d be able to last
as long as he wanted.

“Fucked your mouth, fucked your cunt, now fucking your
arse. Do you like being arse fucked slave?”

“Unhh.  No, please, it hurts.  Please stop master.”

“No fucking way bitch.  I’m not stopping till I’ve filled
your fucking arse with my come.”

She’d stopped her desperate attempts to to pull away from
him now, apparently resigned to what he was doing so he
let go of her hips and leaning over her slid his hands
under her so he could hold her big tits.  He was now in a
v shape, his feet providing purchase on the bed so he
could keep fucking her, his upper body pressing against
her back, her cuffed hands against his ribs, a great
reminder of how he’d bound her for his total pleasure.
Which is what this was he realised as he started kissing
and biting her shoulders and neck, while he fingers
started playing with the swollen nubs of her nipples and
his cock kept fucking her arse, total pleasure.

It wasn’t total pleasure for Janet.  But it was no longer
total pain.  Somehow she was becoming accustomed to the
size of his cock raping her poor behind and the pain was
now only a dull ache.  But it still was horrid and
humiliating, nothing at all like when he’d raped her
pussy earlier.  As much as she hated admitting it having
his cock inside her pussy had felt good, natural.  Even
having his cock in her mouth felt alright, but having it
in her bum felt so alien, so degrading.

As he hugged her, the anger drained away and he was able
to really enjoy the sensations of her skin against his,
the rubbery feel of her nipples against his fingers and
the clasping of his cock by her tight arse.  And as he
felt good so he started to want her to maybe enjoy what
they were doing.  Letting go of her left nipple he
reached down across her clenching belly, his fingers
moving through her silky pubic hair and into her slit.
This time he had no trouble finding her clit which was
already hard.  She might still be moaning for him to stop
but if her clit was hard then he reckoned that she must
be enjoying at least some of what he was doing, the slut.

By now even the ache was gone and although she wouldn’t
admit she liked it, the feel of his hot cock plowing
through her behind was no longer awful, no longer feeling
so unnatural.  What it did feel like though was that he
was in control, total control of her.  That he could
impale her from behind with his cock and she had no
choice, she had to let him do whatever he wanted.

When his finger first brushed over her clit it sent an
unwanted spark of pleasure into her pussy and she almost
cried out yes.  As he started playing with her clitoris,
rubbing and pushing it with his thumb and finger the pain
from his cock raping her arse become mixed with the glow
of pleasure that built steadily her between her legs.

“Oh fuck, you’re arse is so fucking tight.  Oh yeah this
is so fucking good bitch, so fucking good.  Reaming you
out, reaming you out with my fucking cock.”  And he
slammed his cock into her even harder, driving her
shoulders and face into the bed.

“Ahhhh.”

“Tell me how much you like being arse fucked slut.”

She was so squashed into the bed she could barely speak
but somehow she managed to squeak out a reply.

“No.  Hurts.  Please stop, please.  Ahhhhh.”

When she refused to say that she liked being fucked in
the arse he squeezed her tender nipple.  Not as hard as
he’d done a few times earlier, but hard enough for her to
cry out in pain.  He kept his grip on her nipple, his
cock still buried deep in her arse.

“I’ll ask you again cunt, do you like being arse fucked?”

“Ahhh, ahh, yes, yes I do.  Please don’t hurt my nipples.
Please master.”

“Then tell me how much you like having my big cock up you
tight virgin arse.”

“I love it.  I love your cock in my virgin arse.  It
feels good master.  I like being arse fucked by you
master.”

He slowly withdrew till only the head of his cock was in
her then sank down again.

“Ahhh … oh, yes, master.  Fuck my arse.  Fuck my virgin
arse with your cock.  Oh yes, thank you master.  Thank
you for fucking my virgin arse.”

“That’s better slave.  You keep telling me how much you
love me fucking you.”

Once again he set up a steady rhythm, fucking in and out
of her arse.  One hand holding a tit, the other playing
with her clit.

By now she wasn’t really conscious of what she was
saying.  She just knew she had to keep him happy so he
wouldn’t hurt her poor nipple so as his cock continued
raping her behind she kept telling his how good it was,
how much she wanted it.

That was what finally pushed him over the top, listening
to her telling him how much she loved him fucking her
arse amidst her moans of pain as he kept pushing her into
the bed.  As the almost indescribable feeling leading to
his climax built he let go of her clit and brought his
hand back to her tit.  His whole body started tingling
and he could feel his balls tightening as he kept plowing
into her arse chute, trying to make it last as long as he
could.

“Ahhhh, yes! Coming.  Coming in your fucking arse!”

Plunging completely into her he stayed there, his hips
jerking with each spurt of come, his legs trembling as
his hands squeezed into her tit flesh.  The sensation of
his come pumping along his cock and into her was so
intense it was almost painful for him.

Of course the whole experience was totally painful for
Janet.  When he stopped teasing her clit the ache of his
cock in her arse became overpowering and then when he
started squeezing her tits, she thought he was going to
tear them off he gripped them so hard.  Each time he
squeezed her she’d feel his cock jerk deep inside her and
splash his hot come into her.  And so her cries and moans
of pain mingled with his yells and gasps of pleasure.

Finally it stopped and with one last jab he collasped
over her, his death grip on her tits loosening as he
slowly came down from his orgasm.  He felt lightheaded
and was content to just lie there for a while, resting on
her bound body, his cock still impaling her while he
recovered.  For the next couple of minutes, every now and
then another jolt of pleasure would course through his
body and he’d shudder, his grip tightening again on her
tits and his hips jabbing forward again, trying to push
his cock even deeper into her arse.

Eventually even that died away and he was left feeling
totally sated.  Slowly his right hand started roaming
again, finding its way back to her slit where he idly
started toying with her clit.  By now it had softened but
it only took a couple of minutes of slippery manipulation
for it to engorge again.

Playing with her cunt was so amazing, all he’d ever
imagined and more, and he knew he’d never tire of it.
With his thumb still on her clit he slid his fingers
further along her wet slit till they were stopped by
something.  His cock!  His fingers were touching the
bottom of his cock where it was stuffed into her arse!
Fucking amazing!

Running the tip of his finger over her arse hole he
realised it felt different.  It was no longer puckered
like before.  Now it was smooth, stretched wide by his
cock.  He pulled back an inch, actually feeling how her
arse ring extended out then sort of folded in when he
pushed his cock back into her.  He did it a few more
times, blown away at actually being able to play with a
girl like this.

But the magic lure of her cunt was calling him and he
moved his fingers back to her slit till he could feel the
opening to her cunt.  It felt so great, slippery and wet,
as he rubbed at the opening before plunging two fingers
into her.

“Ohhh …”

She tried to stop it but as his thumb was playing with
her clitoris she could feel her excitement building
again.  Then when his finger’s pushed inside her she gave
up and just focused on feeling good.  If she had to put
up with the pain, at least occassionally there should be
something that felt good.  And it felt great as his
fingers pistoned into her and his thumb kept sliding over
her engorged clitoris.  There was a temptation to hold
off, to make it last but she was also uncertain if he’d
keep playing with her so she closed her mind to
everything but the rapidly growing pleasure in her pussy.

Richard wasn’t really interested in her pleasure when he
started finger fucking her.  He was just enjoying being
able to play with her cunt like this.  But when she
started moaning and her legs started quivering he
realised that she was acturally getting turned on by what
he was doing and he decided to see it he could make her
come.  Leaving his fingers as deep inside her as he could
he started twisting them around as he brushed his
thumbnail over her swollen clit.  He was rewarded by
increased groans and then her legs started shaking and
her cunt seemed to contract, gripping his fingers like a
vise.

“Ohhh, ohhh, yes.  Ohh, fuck.  Yes.  Oh yes!!”

Everytime he scraped his thumb over her clit her body
jerked and she moaned again, so he kept it up, wondering
if how long he could make her come for.  As the pressure
of her cunt on his fingers relaxed he started finger
fucking her again, squishing his fingers around inside
her.

“That’s it cunt.  Come for me like the slut you are.
Want to come again?  Huh?  Want to come again for me
slave?  Come on, come on slut!”

And she did, her body spasming again as waves of pleasure
exploded from her pussy.

“Ohhh.  Yes, coming.  Oh fuck.  Oh yes.”

By now Richard was getting a bit tired and his hand felt
like it was going to cramp if he didn’t give it a rest.
Pulling his hips back he watched his come covered cock
slide from her arse till his cockhead popped out.  She
stayed open!  Her arsehole stayed gaping open after he’d
pulled out.  Fucking amazing!  As he watched, it slowly
closed in, puckering up once more.

Letting go of her tits and cunt, he fell back on the bed,
revelling in the afterglow of not only having come in her
arse but also having made her come like that.

As Richard pulled away from her, Janet lost her balance
and toppled to her side facing away from Richard, one leg
sticking up in the air because of the spreader bar.  For
a few moments she lay there, coming down from the double
orgasm shed’ just had.  Then she remembered what she had
to do unless she wanted to be punished again.  Blocking
her mind from the horror of it, she started wriggling her
body, inching it around on the bed till she could see
Richard as he lay on his back, legs splayed, obviously
satisified.  Finally, after what felt like an eternity of
effort, she was in position, her face near his hips.

As he lay there he could feel her moving on the bed but
knew she couldn’t really get anywhere so he didn’t
bother.  It was only when he felt her against his thigh
that he lifted his head, wondering what she was trying to
do.  By the time he worked it out, it was to late to stop
her.

Raising her head, she stared at his still swollen cock.
Last time it had been tinged red, this time his come was
tinged brown from being in her bum.  She knew that if she
thought about it she wouldn’t be able to do anything so
she closed her eyes, opened her mouth and lowered her
face till she was able to scoop his cockhead into her
mouth.

His first instinct was to tell her she didn’t have to do
this, clean his come and shit covered cock, but as he
felt her mouth engulf him and her tongue start swirling
around his cock he shut up.  After all she was just doing
what he’d told her to do, just being a good slave.  As he
watched her struggling he realised it was going to be
difficult for her to clean him if he left her bound.

“That’s a good obedient slave.  Now I’m just going to
take a couple of these things off so you can clean me
properly.”

Reaching over her, he first undid the handcuffs and was
soon rewarded by the feel of her small hands cupping his
balls.  Then he unclipped the spreader bars, letting them
fall to the floor.

It felt so good not to have the bar holding her knees
apart that she’d have thanked him if her mouth wasn’t
full of his cock.  Once the horror of having his cock in
her mouth after it had been in her bum had passed she
realised that it didn’t taste revolting like she’d
thought it would.  So she kept sucking and licking at his
cock, taking as much into her mouth as she could before
letting it out and moving her mouth and tongue around the
lower half, finally making her way down to his balls,
cleaning them as well.

Richard lay back with his head propped up on the pillow
so he could watch her work, totally content as his slave
girl cleaned his cock.  This was definitely the life, his
naked slut licking him clean.  Her tongue felt so good as
it covered every inch of his cock and balls.  So fucking
good that he wondered if his cock would ever be soft
again.

Soon she’d cleaned all the come from him but she kept
licking and sucking, not game to stop till he told her
too.  Then he started to move.  At first she wasn’t sure
what he was doing but it quickly became apparent.  He was
spreading his legs apart and lifting his knees up in the
air which of course tilted his pelvis up, opening up his
arse crack and exposing his arsehole.  She knew what he
wanted and this time she didn’t even think of resisting.
After all she’d already licked him there today and she’d
just cleaned his cock after it had been in her bum.

Richared was half expecting her to ignore what he was
doing so when he felt the wet tickle of her tongue moving
along the ridge under his balls he was pleasantly
surprised.  He wished he could actually watch her licking
his arse crack and resolved to arrange that next time
with maybe a mirror or even film it with his parents
camera.  Now that would be a real buzz, filming her doing
all sorts of things.  He could make his own private porno
collection.  For now however he was more than content to
enjoy the feel of her tongue licking away moving closer
and closer to his arsehole.

“That’s a good slave.  Lick me everywhere.  Oh fuck yes.
Lick my fucking arsehole.  Oh fuck that’s good.”

When he felt the tip of her tongue touching his arsehole
it took his breath away.  This was so disgusting, so
fucking good to have her tongue on his arse.  Holding her
head in place he made sure she stayed there.

“Yeah that’s it, keep licking me slut.  Come on slut, I
want to feel your tongue.  Come on, try pushing you
tongue in me.  Come on slut, do it.”

Earlier when she’d had to lick him like this the position
she was in meant she couldn’t see what she was doing
which was so much better.  This time however she was sort
of upside down, the top of her head now pressed into the
bed.  As she’d moved her mouth down from his balls she
was transfixed by the pucker of his arsehole, knowing
that she was going to be putting her tongue on it again.
It felt so disgusting, dirtier than even licking the cock
clean.  She felt like such a slut and then her tongue was
on it and his hand was on her head, pushing her into him
stopping her from even thinking about escaping from this
ultimate humiliation.  She licked the puckered skin,
trying unsuccessfully to not think about what she was
doing.  Then, as if from far away she heard him telling
her to do something.  It took a while to understand what
he was saying and when she finally understood she
instinctively tried to pull back.

“No you don’t cunt.  I want to feel your fucking tongue
up my arse.  Come on.  Stick it out and clean out my
arse.  Do it bitch or I’ll fucking punish you so fucking
hard.”

So she did the only thing she could, obeyed him, sticking
her tongue out, funnelling it into a point as he kept the
pressure on her head.

“Fuck.  Fucking hell.  Oh shit that’s fucking amazing.
What a fucking slut.  Yeah, get it in there.  Fucking
lick my arse cunt!  Oh fuck that’s fucking amazing.”

Her tongue had only pushed into him maybe half an inch
but what a feeling.  Not just the feeling either, but
also the knowledge that Janet Sheen was sticking her
tongue in his bum.  That’s probably what made it feel so
intense.  Finally after a couple of incredible minutes he
eased off on the pressure on her head, letting her tongue
slipped out.

“Fuck that felt amazing.  Just what your fucking mouth
should be used for, bitch.  Okay, just keep licking me
for a while.  Like a little bitch puppy dog.”

For the next twenty minutes he let her lick and suck him,
getting her to move from his arse to his balls to his
cock and back by tugging on her hair.  Although after the
first few tugs he didn’t have to do it anymore as she
kept moving her tongue and lips around his crotch by
herself.  By now she no longer cared what she did.  It
wouldn’t have mattered what he told her to do at the
moment, she’d have done it she was so exhausted and
demoralised.  So she kept licking at him, his cock
rubbing all over her face, till her lips felt like they
were swollen and every time she came to his arsehole she
narrowed her tongue, pushing it into him as much as she
could while he moaned and called her a slut, an arse
licking bitch and a cunt.

He didn’t think he’d come again, not after already having
come four times today but as she kept licking him the
familiar pressure slowly built.  Her mouth was once again
covering his arse, her tongue pushing into him when he
knew it was close.  Part of him wanted to feel her mouth
sucking his come out of him again but then he knew he’d
have lots of opportunities for that in the days ahead.
Today was obviously for trying lots of different things.

“Okay, I’m going to come again.”

His hand tightened in her hair and she moved up till she
was poised above his cock ready to finish sucking him
off.

“No, not in your mouth.  This time I’m going to come all
over your slut face.  Come on, start jerking me off.
Come on cunt, get your fucking hand on my cock and start
jerking.  Yeah, that’s the way.  Play with my balls with
your other hand.  Careful!  Oh, yeah.  Now a bit faster.
Faster!  Yeah perfect.  Hey, beg for it.  Come on slut.
Beg me to come on your face.”

“Umm … please come on my face.”

“Fuck bitch, you can do better than that.  Or do you want
me to whip you again.  Want me to whip your fucking
tits?”

“No master, no please.  Please come on my face.  Please I
want you to come all over my face.”

“Your slutty face.”

“Please come on my slutty face.”

“You’re a cunt aren’t you?”

“Yes master, I’m a cunt.”

“Whose cocksucking cunt are you?”

“Ummm, what master?”

“Fuck, you’re my cunt aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes master, yes.  I’m your cunt.  Your cocksucking
cunt.  Please come on your … your cunt’s face master.
Please master I want your come on my slutty face.  On my
cocksucking face.”

“Slut!”

“Yes master, I’m a slut.  I’m you slut.  Please come on
my face, your slut, your cunt’s face master.”

“Ahhh, yeah.  Take it cunt.  Don’t you fucking move.  Oh
fuck yeah.  Open your mouth bitch.  Oh fuck right up your
fucking nose!  Oh shit!”

The first spurt landed on her forehead and across her
right eye.  By the time the last spurt had come out there
were ropey strands of come on both her cheeks, in her
hair and dribbing down her nose, lips and chin.  Pulling
her head down onto his cock he made her suck the last
bits of come from his cock, working her face up and down
on his shaft.

“Suck the rest out.  Yeah that’s the way.  Swallow my
come cocksucker.  Oh yeah that’s the way you should
always look cunt.  Your fucking face covered in my come.
What a fucking slut.  Oh yeah, you cocksucking cunt.”

Finally he stopped fucking her face, flopping back down
on the bed feeling drained.  Not in a bad way though.
This was beautifully drained and he was looking forward
to feeling like this a lot more.  He kept a light grip on
her head, holding her so that there was only a couple of
inches of his cock in her mouth.

“Okay just suck real easy.  My cock’s feeling a bit
sensitive after coming so much.  Use your tongue bitch.
Oh yeah, that’s nice!”

By now Janet was really starting to feel exhausted and,
although she’d have preferred to be able to lie down, she
was more than happy to just run her tongue around his
smooth cockhead and not have to work hard sucking him.

As he lay there enjoying her tongue bathing his cockhead
his hands started to idly stroke her hair.  It felt so
nice, almost silky he thought as he let the strands run
through his fingers.  Everything about her felt nice and
now he sort of wondered how he could have wanted to her
hurt so much.  Not that she didn’t deserve it, but all
his anger seemed to have gone now and it was hard to
imagine wanting to whip her again.  What he wanted her to
do now was treat him the way she should have been
treating him the last few years.  Like a friend.  Well,
what he really wanted was for her to treat him like her
boyfriend.  Then it hit him.  All his plans had been
about getting even with her, forcing her to do stuff and
punishing her.  But lots of his fantasies about her were
nice, like boyfriend girlfriend type of stuff and there
was no reason why he couldn’t get her to do those
fantasies for him.  It didn’t have to be just the tying
her up stuff because she had to do everything he told her
to do.  Awesome.  If he wanted to he could even make her
be his girlfriend.

Then something else hit him.  Hunger!  Turning his head
to check his bedside clock he was surprised to see that
it was six o’clock.  Time to order some food in and maybe
have a shower.

Shower.  A couple of times he’d fantasised about having a
shower with Janet and now he could make that fantasy come
true.  Just another one of the hundred’s of fantasies
he’d had involving Janet over the last few years.
Hundred’s of times he’d jerked off as he’d imagined them
doing all sorts of things, not just raping her or
whipping her.  Some were sort of naff things like having
a shower with her or her seducing him or him seducing her
or being out somewhere like at McDonalds and she’d jerk
him off under the table or being able to put his hand up
her skirt and finger her somewhere public … yeah, he knew
what he wanted to do for the rest of the evening.  Make
his fantasies come to life.  There were at least a couple
of fantasies he could play out tonight, starting with the
shower one.

Chapter 8 - Sleep Over

When Richard had said he was going to have a shower Janet
foolishly thought she’d be left alone for a while.  But
although he took all the cuffs off he left her collar on
and made her crawl to the bathroom as he told her that he
was going to let her clean him.

As he stood in the large shower, letting his naked slave
soap and wash him he felt like an arab shiek with a harem
girl pampering him and looking after his every need.  Way
cool!  Especially as he made her carefully soap and wash
his still hard cock and run her soapy fingers through his
arse crack.  The other part that was great was when her
boobs brushed against him.  Also way cool!  Boobs had to
be one of the greatest things ever invented!  When she
was behind him, washing his back he captured her hands,
bringing them around to his chest so that her big boobs
were squashed against his back.

“That’s the way slave, use those tits to wash me with.
Yeah, good slave girl.”

He made her rub him with her soapy boob for a while,
getting her to stop and soap up her tits a couple of
times till the rumble in his stomach intruded.  After
she’s washed him he’d intended playing with her soapy
body but he decided that could wait till another time.
Which was one of the great things about this, that there
would be other time - as many of them as he wanted.

“Okay slave, I reckon I must be clean now.  Your turn.
I’ll give you thirty minutes to be clean, dry and looking
good again.”

It didn’t take too long for Richard to dry and then she
was alone, standing under the water, finally able to
relax a bit as she tried to imagine the water  washing
all the horror and humiliation away.  When she eventually
turned off the shower it felt so good to be able to cover
herself, to wrap a towel around her body that she just
stood there, luxuriating in the feeling although she knew
she’d have to get rid of the towel when he came back.

Picking up the hair dryer she sat in front of the mirror,
examining her face really carefully as she started drying
her hair.  Nothing.  Somehow she thought she should look
different.  After all she’d been raped, whipped, had all
sorts of disgusting things done to her so surely it would
show.  But it didn’t, not even where he’d slapped her
face.  Now that she’d showered, even her eyes were clear,
no longer red from all the crying she’d done.

Putting down the dryer she slowly lowered the towel,
exposing her boobs.  There were a couple of faint red
marks, but nothing that really looked like she been
whipped.  She carefully traced a finger along one of the
marks across the top of her left boob but it didn’t hurt.
Still nothing.  Then her focus went to her nipples
remembering the agony when the whip had landed on them
and when he’d squeezed them.  Surely they’d still be sore
she thought.  Tentatively she rubbed her finger over her
left nipple.

“Ohhh.”

Although touching her nipple brought a gasp, it wasn’t
from pain.  She quickly pulled the towel back up, ashamed
at the tingling rush of pleasure that had radiated from
her nipple when she touched it.  Picking up the dryer
again, she resumed drying her hair, fighting back a fresh
round of tears.  Once again her body was betraying her,
proving what a slut she really was.

Mechanically she kept brushing and drying her hair till
her arm ached and she had to stop.  She sat, shoulders
slumped, totally defeated once again as she stared
blankly at the mirror, waiting for Richard.

“Yeah, that’s great, you’re looking good again.  Okay,
towel off and get in position slave.”

She hadn’t heard him come into the bathroom but she
quickly slid off the chair, reluctantly unwrapping the
towel and letting it drop to the floor as she knelt in
front of him, hands behind her back.  Although her eyes
were downcast she could see the end of the lead so she
wasn’t surprised when he put the collar around her neck
again, locking it in place.  Then he dropped her clothes
at her feet.

“Okay slave, you can put these back on for a while.”

“Thank you.”

“Master!”

“Thank you master.  I’m sorry.”

“You can write it down in your punishment book later
along with all the other stuff.  Now get them on.”

Clothes.  She wouldn’t have to walk around naked.  She
quickly picked up them up, looking for her underpants,
desperate to cover herself now that he was going to let
her, but they weren’t there.  Her bra was also missing.
All that he’d given her were her skirt and t-shirt.  She
knew she should just put on the skirt and top but she
couldn’t help herself asking.

“Umm, where’s the rest … master?”

“What’d you mean?”

“Well, my bra and panties aren’t here master.”

“Fuck.  You’re really asking to be punished aren’t you
slave.  You’ll wear what I want you to wear.  And I don’t
want you wearing underpants or a bra.  You know what?
For asking that you’re not allowed to wear underpants or
a bra from now on, understand?  Ever!  From now on you
tits and cunt have to be available to me whenever I want
them.  So quit complaining or you can give me back the t-
shirt slave.”

“No, it’s ok, I’m sorry master.  I’m sorry really.  Look,
I’m putting them on master.”

Cursing herself for being so stupid she quickly pulled
the skirt and t-shirt on, grateful to at least be able to
cover herself this much.  Sinking to her knees again she
resolved to just do what he said and not give him anymore
reasons for punishments.

Richard found it almost as much of a turn on watching her
legs and boobs disappear under the skirt and t-shirt, as
when she taken them off earlier in the day.  When she was
finally kneeling at his feet again he felt what was
becoming a familiar rush of power, this time because he
knew that if he wanted to he could just put his hands
inside her clothes and play with her and she wouldn’t
dare object.  She was so his.

“Okay but that’ll be two punishments.  One for not
calling me master and one for asking stupid questions.
Now come on.  Pizza should be here soon.  No … you can
crawl slave girl.”

“Yes master.”

With a tug on the leash, he headed off and she crawled
after him, starting to wonder what other horrors he had
planned for tonight and trying not to think of what the
punishments might be.

They’d just reached the bottom of the stairs when the
doorbell rang.  His first thought was that he should hide
her but then he realised that there was no need.  In fact
he could have a bit of fun with her.

“Okay slave, up you get.  Here’s the money.”

She stared at him blankly as he unclipped the leash.

“I want you to pay for the pizza.  Come on.”

With any luck the delivery guy would be someone they knew
from school so he could show off his new girlfriend but
unfortunately it wasn’t.  However the guy was obviously
impressed with Janet.  When she answered the door his
eyes went straight to her tits, checking out her
obviously braless state which caused Janet to blush a
deep red.  Richard took the pizza and drink, quickly
getting rid of them so he could stand behind her as she
paid the guy.

He carefully put his hand on her beautiful arse, wishing
he could tell the guy that she was his slave but knowing
he’d just have to be happy with the guy assuming she was
his girlfriend. Which was a pretty cool thing anyway.
For a second she tensed and he thought she was going to
try to pull away but she didn’t.

As Janet and the guy did their stuff, Richard dropped his
hand down till he felt the back of her bare thigh, then
brought it up underneath her skirt till he was holding
her naked arse cheek, gently squeezing the firm flesh.
She only just managed to muffle her gasp, turning it into
a cough as his finger slipping into her arse crack and
pressed against her arsehole.  The guy gave her a funny
look as she coughed again, trying to cover her discomfort
as he counted out the change in front of her and as
Richard pushed his finger further forward along her slit
till he was just able to get the tip of his finger into
her cunt.

As soon as the pizza guy had backed out the door,
shutting it behind him, Richard pulled his hand out and
acted as though nothing unusual had happened.

“Okay.  You take this stuff into the family room,  I’ll
go get some glasses and stuff.  Thought we could watch
some tv, ok?”

“Um, ok … master.”

They ate the pizza in front of the tv, sitting on the
sofa side by side, watching reruns of The Simpson’s on
cable which Janet was sort of grateful for because it
allowed her to half forget what had happened.  And
Richard didn’t try to do anything to her which was even
better.  By the end of the third episode she was even
joining Richard’s laughter at the craziness of the
Simpson’s.  Then a made for tv movie started and Richard
left her by herself for a while as he cleared away the
stuff from their dinner.

The movie wasn’t really very interesting but Janet
watched it intently.  She figured that if it looked like
she was really into it Richard might leave her alone.

When he came back, Richard was feeling sort of nervous as
he’d decided that for the rest of the evening he wanted
to act out another of his Janet fantasies.  It was  a
major one this time, where he’d “accidentally” met Janet
somewhere and instead of ignoring him like normal, she’d
told him that she was really sorry about everything that
had happened.  She’d finally realised how horrible she’d
been to him and really wanted them to be friends again.
Richard, being such a great guy, had of course forgiven
her and asked her if she wanted to come over to his place
to hang out.  They’d ended up watching tv and fortunately
his parents were out.  It was evening and they sat side
by side on the sofa, watching a movie.  Naturally  they
kissed and started to make out.  It was really romantic
and eventually she asked him to make love to her, telling
him she wanted him to be her first.  So of course he did.
Sometimes on the sofa, other times they’d go to his room.
And it was always great!

Of course he knew that reality wasn’t going to be quite
the same but that was okay.  Just as long as it was close
he thought.  Sitting down alongside her again, he put his
right arm around her shoulder, his hand casually draped
on the top of her arm.  In the fantasy she would have
immediately snuggled into his chest but she just stayed
as she was, sort of frozen, watching the tv.  Problem.
Of course Janet didn’t know what the fantasy he was
playing out was.  He didn’t want to have to tell her what
to do all the time as he knew that would spoil the
fantasy so he put some pressure on her arm with his hand,
sort of pulling her closer to him, hoping she’d get it.
For a second he thought she was going to resist but then
she was changing her position, letting her head rest
against his chest as she moved lower on the sofa.
Although he did notice that she kept a hold of her skirt,
making sure it didn’t ride up her legs.  Still, he could
live with that.  It just felt so good to have Janet’s
head against his chest.

After this initial move, Janet expected him to do more
but he seemed content with having her head on his chest.
After a few minutes waiting for his next move she relaxed
again and tried to turn her attention back to the movie.
Maybe the night was going to be okay after all she
thought.

Richard resisted the temptation to do anything for as
long as he could.  He only half watched the movie, most
of his time being spent looking down at her body,
watching the way her beautiful boobs rose and fell.
Because she didn’t have her bra on he could see the bumps
her nipple made on the tshirt.  They obviously weren’t
hard but it was still an incredible turn on being able to
look at the sexy bumps they made against the thin
material of her tshirt.  And below her boobs, her slim
legs were like a magnet as they disappeared under her
skirt.

When the temptation became too great he just shifted
position a bit as though he was getting comfortable again
and in doing so his left hand ended up against her left
knee.  For a couple of minutes he didn’t do anything but
then he started moving finger against her knee.  Now in
his fantasy she would have responded, moved even closer
and let her hand drift to his leg, caressing him the same
way he was caressing her.  But of course she didn’t do
any of that so he just concentrated on his mission which
was to slowly work his way up her leg to that magical
place, her cunt.

As soon as his fingers touched her knee Janet knew is was
on again, knew that this was the start of another round
of some sort of sex.  As she watched first one finger,
then two, then his whole hand moving against her knee she
just hoped that there would be no pain this time.  Which
she knew meant she’d have to do what he wanted and not
try to stop him.  So as his hand moved further up her leg
she resisted her natural instinct to push his hand away
and stayed leaning against his shoulder, trying to stay
relaxed, hoping that this was what he wanted her to do.
The first real test came when his hand was about a
quarter the way along her thigh and his finger pressed
against her other leg.  She knew what this meant and
immediately let her legs spread apart a bit.

When she let her legs spread at just the lightest push
from his finger he felt his cock jerk.  This was more
like the way she should be acting, responding immediately
to what he did.  His hand move down between her legs,
caressing the silky smooth inside of her thigh and when
his fingers once again brushed against her other leg she
spread them open again even further.  Then a couple of
seconds later he watched spellbound as, without any
prompting from him, she moved her right foot, her leg
spreading apart as far as her skirt would allow, giving
him total access to her cunt.  Yes!  She was doing it
totally!  His stomach sort of tightened and his cock got
even harder if that was possible.  This was becoming such
a turn on!

It wasn’t that she wanted to open her legs like this but
as his fingers moved further up her leg she’d figured she
didn’t have a choice.  Of course it then made it easy for
his hand and fingers to stroke the sensitive inside of
her thigh which felt nice.  Very nice.  Increasingly
nice, especially as he was taking so long about it, his
fingers and nails moving almost imperceptibly closer to
her pussy.

By now his hand was pushing against her skirt, inching it
higher and higher up her legs, exposing more and more of
her beautiful thighs.  Then another movement caught his
eyes and he stared transfixed as her nipples hardened,
pushing out against her tshirt.  She must be getting
turned on by this.  Fucking amazing!  He didn’t really
think about the next move as his other hand left her
shoulder and turned her head up to him till their lips
met.

One part of her was telling her just do the minimum but
there was another part that really was getting turned on
and there was no hesitation in parting her lips and
letting his tongue invade her mouth.  No, not invade
because he was being nice, gentle even, his tongue just
carefully probing till she let her own tongue answer.

As they kissed he let his hand move all the way up till
he was pressing against her hot cunt, feeling the
wonderful touch of her silky pubic hair against his thumb
as it rested on her mound.  This was so perfect, kissing
her as he started to feel her up.  Well almost perfect.

The only thing that was missing now for Richard was the
feel of her hand on his cock which by now felt like it
was going to burst as it pressed up against his shorts,
begging to be released and played with.  For a while he
was content to just kiss her, hoping she’d do something
herself but finally he had to get her moving.  He brought
his right hand down again so it was on her upper arm and
then all he needed to do was apply a little bit of
pressure and her hand moved from her side over to his
leg.

She wasn’t surprised when he did this as she knew he’d
want her to touch his thing … no, his cock, it was just
that she hadn’t been able to bring herself to initiate
it.  Now however it was clear what he wanted so she moved
her hand along his leg till she felt the lump made by his
cock.

Richard’s stomach was doing flip flops with the intensity
of what was happening.  He was sitting watching tv with
Janet Sheen and they were petting, necking, making out,
whatever anyone wanted to fucking call it.  And it was so
close to being the real thing, really like she was his
girlfriend, so like his fantasies, that he was feeling
totally satisfied.  Well almost totally satisfied.  That
would come when he fucked her again, but for the moment
he wanted to keep enjoying kissing her and feeling her up
like this while she played with his cock.

As he felt her hand wrapping around his cock, lightly
squeezing it, he pressed his index finger into her slit
and curling it up, managed to slide it into her cunt.
She tensed, moaning into his mouth and then it felt like
she actually pushed her hips forward, as though she was
trying to get more of his finger inside her.  Which he
was more than happy to do except the position they were
in made it hard to get more than half his finger inside
her.  Time to get her into a better position.

Moving his hand from between her legs he reached over and
grabbed her legs with one hand while his other hand was
applying pressure on her far arm.  For a second nothing
happened and then she obviously worked out what he
wanted.  She was already half twisted to him so it was
fairly easy for her to reposition herself, swinging her
body over his, so that she was kneeling on the couch, her
knees on either side of his legs, her body now facing
him.

During this they hadn’t broken their kiss and her hand
hadn’t left his cock.  Her other hand ended up on his
shoulder and for a while Richard was content to just kiss
her, his hands resting on her back as he enjoyed the feel
of her hand playing with his cock and her tongue in his
mouth.  Eventually of course he wanted more and he
started caressing her back, making sure as he did so that
he was starting to pull her t-shirt up, bit by bit till
it wouldn’t go any further.  Only then did he reluctantly
break the kiss.

As he lifted the tshirt up and off, she kept her eyes
down, unable to look at him.  This was getting confusing
again.  After all he’d done to her, kissing him like this
should be horrible but it wasn’t.  He was a good kisser,
strong but not slobby like some of the guys she’d known.
And although his tongue was in her mouth, it wasn’t like
he was trying to choke her with it.  Her arms lifted up
in the air as the tshirt came off and then they were down
by her side as she just stopped herself from using them
to hide her naked boobs from him.

It seemed kind of silly to him but seeing her boobs once
again really took his breath away they were so perfect.
Big, round and sitting impossibly high on her body, not
sagging one little bit like so many of the boobs he’d
seen in the stuff on the net.  Begging him to kiss them,
to worship them!  So he did, leaning in till his lips
captured her left nipple as his hands returned to her
back.  In his fantasies, her nipples had never been as
exciting as they were in real life.  The texture of them
against his lips and tongue was unlike anything else he’d
ever known and he knew that he’d keep returning to them
again and again in the days ahead.

For a few seconds Janet was unsure what to do, caught in
a three way fight.  She could either be a statue till he
made her do something, pretend to like what he was doing
or she could give into the pleasure of what he was doing
to her body.  She just decided to do the safe, middle
choice and pretend to like what he was doing when he
started to gently suck on her nipple at the same time as
the tip of his tongue was circling around it.

“Ohh, mmm …”

Of their own volition, her hands came up to his head,
holding him against her, as her eyes closed and she
allowed herself to become lost in the tingling pleasure
he was bringing to her nipples.  It was like she suddenly
had the most incredible itch in her nipple and he was
giving her the ultimate satisfaction as he dealt with it.

For the next few minutes Richard licked and sucked at her
nipples, taking the time as he moved from one to the
other to really get to know them.  He loved the
occasional moans she made and the times when her hands
tightened momentarily on his head, making a mental note
of just what his lips and tongue were doing each time it
happened.  What she seemed to like the most was when he
was using a moderate suction at the same time as he
swirled his tongue around the rubbery buds.  The other
one that seemed to work was flicking his tongue as
quickly as he could over them.

The trouble was that all she was doing now was holding
his head and moaning a bit.  In his fantasy she was more
active than this, constantly touching him, showing how
much she wanted him.  This was sort of okay, but not
really what he wanted and finally he had to acknowledge
that she wasn’t keeping up her side of his fantasy.  Her
hands had remained on his head for way too long.  Not
that  having her hands on his head wasn’t great,
especially when her fingers tightened on his head, sort
of giving him a head massage.  But by now, at least in
his fantasy, she should have been taking his clothes off
and she should have been touching him everywhere, not
just on his head.  Reluctantly he pulled back, releasing
her nipple.

Janet had sort of lost herself over the last few minutes,
closing her eyes and just allowing the wonderful
sensations to flow through her boobs as he licked and
sucked at her nipples.  It took her a couple of seconds
to register that he wasn’t bringing his mouth back to her
nipples and she opened her eyes, slowly focusing on his
face, only inches from hers, his lips parted, inviting
her.

He waited for a few seconds as they stared at each other
but she didn’t make any move so reluctantly he ran his
hands along her arms up to where they were still resting
on his head.  Taking her hands in his he moved them down
to his chest so her fingers were against the buttons of
his shirt.  When he felt her fumbling with the top
button, he closed the gap between them and started
kissing her again.

She’d been so confused, almost at the point of panicking
after he’d broken the kiss and kept staring at her.  Even
when he moved her hands from his head she still didn’t
know what he wanted.  It was only as she felt the button
on his shirt against her finger that she realised what he
wanted.  She started unbuttoning his shirt, doing them as
quickly as she could, working her way down his chest till
she had them all undone.  He hadn’t put his arms around
her again and she knew that this must be so she’d be able
to take his shirt off, so she did, working it over his
shoulders and down his arms then letting it fall to the
couch behind them.

With his shirt now off, she knew what he’d be wanting
next.  He’d want her to take the rest of his clothes off.
She tried to do it but her fingers seemed to freeze and
she just couldn’t.  After what felt like an eternity, she
put her hands on his back and started caressing his back
as they continued kissing, hoping that doing this would
keep him happy.

Now that his shirt was off, he pulled her against him,
loving the feel of her hard nipples touching him and then
her boobs flattening out against his chest like twin
pillows.  But although that felt great he knew it was now
totally impossible to keep the fantasy thing going.
Maybe he should have told her what he wanted but that
would have sort of spoiled it anyway.  It was probably
that she needed more training.  Yeah, that was it.  He
was treating her like his girlfriend but she was his
slave, not his girlfriend.  And what he was meant to be
doing now was training her to be a good sex slave.
Already he’d found that punishing her was a very
effective way of getting her to be a good slave so it was
pretty clear that he was going to have to punish her lots
more before she really got it.

He decided to mostly discard the fantasy, but not the
fuck!  After fucking her, he’d give her another
punishment session, making sure she understood that some
of the punishment was because she wasn’t doing the things
he wanted her to do right now.  Breaking the seal between
their lips, he moved her head down, tilting his head back
so her lips were against his throat.  For a couple of
seconds she just left them against his throat, not really
doing anything then he felt her tongue and the movement
of her lips, licking and kissing him.  As he guided her
head lower, his other hand was pressing against her knee
till she moved it back.

For a while Janet was confused about what he wanted,
desperately trying to figure it out.  Then it dawned.  He
wanted her to standup, probably so she could take off his
pants, but she obviously had to keep kissing his body at
the same time.

The way she was kissing his throat and then his chest as
he pushed her head further down was kind of
disappointing.  Not that it wasn’t great just to feel her
lips on him.  To know that it was Janet’s tongue that was
licking him but he thought it should have felt even
better.  It was tentative, didn’t really feel like she
was getting into it the way he knew he had when he’d
kissed her whole body earlier in the day.  He’d have to
remember to punish her for that later so she’d be better
at it the next time.  Yeah, that was definitely the way
to go, use this to set up her punishments!  And then
maybe have a training session.  And what he could do
tomorrow maybe would be have a training session where he
was punishing her as part of the session.  That’d be fun.
He could tell her to do things to him, punish her for not
doing the properly, get her to do them again, punish her.
Shit he could do that all day till she was absolutely
perfect at all the sex stuff he wanted!  Yeah, tomorrow
was going to be an awesome day too!

Still, at least she’d worked out that she had to stand up
so she could get his pants off.  As he felt her hands
tugging at the waist of his shorts, he lifted his bum,
allowing her to pull them down his legs and off, letting
his raging hard cock bounce free again.  Soon, soon he’d
be back inside that most amazing of places, her
beautiful, tight, velvety cunthole!

Both his hands were now holding her head, guiding her
lips down his body and she had no doubt where he wanted
her to end up.  When the underside of her chin bumped
into his cockhead she heard him gasp and then he was
pulling her mouth from his stomach and tilting her face
down.  Opening her lips wide she let the smooth swollen
head of his cock slide over them into her mouth once
again.

“Oh yeah.  That’s the way, get my cock wet.”

Now that she knew exactly what he wanted, it was easy.
Bringing her hands into play, her left hand cradled his
balls while her right hand held the base of his cock and
started moving up and down, just as the girls in the
videos did.

“Mmmmm”

“Oh fuck yeah.  And take the rest of your clothes off.
That’s the way.”

Maybe it was no longer his ‘first time’ fantasy but it
was still fucking amazing he thought as he looked down at
her.  He was watching the top of her head bobbing up and
down as she started sucking his cock, her lips tight and
her tongue moving against his cockhead and shaft.  Then
as he looked down her back, one hand start tugging at her
skirt, pulling it from where it was bunched around her
waist, over her hips and bum, and then down her legs to
fall to the floor.  Now she was naked again, just the way
a slave should be!  And as she settled down onto her
knees again, he felt her boobs against his thighs, her
hard nipples drilling into his legs.

He kept her servicing his cock for at least ten minutes,
one hand guiding her head up and down in an almost
hypnotic dance with his hips providing an instinctive
counter move.  As her head swallowed him his hips pushed
up, and then dropped down as her tight sucking mouth
moved back up.  Heaven!

It would have been good to let her keep sucking him till
he filled her mouth with his come once again but he
wanted more, he wanted to come deep inside her as he felt
her body pressed against his.  He lifted her head off his
swollen cock.

“Ok, get back up here.  Come on, sit up here like you
were before.”

As Janet clambered back onto the couch, her knees on
either side of his thighs, he slid down a little further
so that his wet cock was positioned under her, ready for
her to sit on it.

“Sit on my cock.  Come on, put my cock in you.  I want to
feel it sliding all the way into you.”

As her hand started to position his hard cock at her slit
his mouth hungrily covered hers again, his tongue pushing
into her mouth.  Rubbing his cockhead back and forth
through her already damp slit she eased down a fraction
as she lined the head up with the entrance to her vagina
… no her cunt.  For a moment she hesitated, her shame and
humiliation surfacing, not sure if she could bring
herself to voluntarily impale herself on his cock but the
fear of his “punishments” was enough push her into
action.  Easing down she let him enter her.  Start raping
her again but this time apparently she was going to have
to do all the work.

“Ohh …”

At first it was just the top of his cock stretching her
again, filling her entrance but then she eased down more,
once again feeling a cock opening her up, splitting her
in two.  With half his cock inside she stopped to get her
breath before she lifted up a fraction and then dropped
down again.  This happened three more times until she had
all his cock inside her, filling her totally.  During all
this their mouths had been glued together, his tongues
invading her mouth as his cock invaded her cunt.

For a while she stayed locked there, coming to terms once
again at feeling so incredibly full.  The trouble was
that it felt good having this thing inside her and she
didn’t want it to, she wanted it to feel horrible, like
being raped should feel.  But it didn’t feel horrible,
didn’t feel like an invasion, more like a coming home as
though she was meant to have something stretching and
filling her down there.

“Oh yeah, your pussy is so hot.  So hot and so tight.
Feels so fucking good.  Okay, now, fuck me.   Come on
start moving it slave.”

As she started slowly moving up and down on his cock he
dropped his head down to her tits, capturing one of her
hard nipples in his mouth and sucking on it while his
hands moved down to her hips.  He let her keep the slow
pace going because it sort of felt like her cunt was
massaging his cock, making it feel really good but not
pushing him too far.  Having come so many times already
today he was pretty sure he’d be able to hold out for a
long time and he was planning on enjoying every long
minute of it.

His lips moved back and forth from one nipple to the
other as his hands caressed her thighs and bum, feeling
her muscles flex and relax as she continued fucking him.
It wasn’t only the feelings that were so great, it was
also the fact that he could do this.  Get her to fuck him
in this sort of gentle, loving fashion.

In spite of herself, Janet was also enjoying this, more
and more.  It felt like his cock was caressing her pussy
as she slid up and down and after a while she was even
pushing her tits forward, helping him to tongue and lick
her achy, hard nipples.

“Ohh.”

It was getting too much for both of them and when one of
his hands gripped her hips and started to increase the
pace of her fucking him there was no thought of
resistance.

“Oh fuck yeah.  Feels so fucking good.  Oh shit.  This is
fucking incredible.”

Now he took complete control of the pace forcing her to
go faster and faster until her tits were bouncing and he
couldn’t keep her nipple in his mouth.  For a while he
watched her firm boobs jiggling on her chest before he
pulled her body against his, pressing her tits to his
chest as his mouth found the side of her neck and he
started kissing her neck, sucking on her.  As hard as he
tried to hold back his climax, it proved impossible and
his grip on her hip became almost painful as he pulled
her down, jamming his cock up as forcefully as he could.

“Shit.  Coming, fucking coming!  Oh fuck yeah!  Oh, fuck
that’s so fucking good!  Oh shit.”

He held her as tightly as he could his hips jerking up
with each glorious pulse as he filled her cunt once again
with his come.

“Oh fuck yeah.  Coming inside you again!  Fucking
amazing.  Oh shit that’s good!”

Janet was getting close to coming but wasn’t there yet.
Her first instinct was to keep riding his cock, to allow
the pressure that had been building on her clitoris each
time she pressed her pubic bone against him to bubble
over into her own climax but she didn’t.  She just
remained frozen in position, waiting for his next move,
praying he was happy with what she’d done and wouldn’t
find anything to punish her for.

Richard held her as tightly as he could, his spent cock
still inside her, occasionally jabbing his hips up as
another aftershock hit him.  Perfection!  He’d never come
so many times in the one day and felt like he’d never
need to come again.  Well at least not till tomorrow.
Finally he released his grip on her, flopping back on the
couch.

“Wow.  That was so good.  Fucking you is so fucking good
slave.”

He didn’t think she’d come this time and for a couple of
seconds he thought about making her come by playing with
her clit but he really didn’t think he had the energy.
And besides she was his slave, this was about him feeling
good, not her!  Reaching out he brushed his fingers idly
over her still swollen nipples.

“Ohh.”

“Like that do you slave?  Hey, I asked you a question
slave.”

“I’m sorry, yes master, I do.  I do like it master.”

“And aren’t you forgetting something slave?”

She stared at him, her fear creeping up on her again as
she tried to think of what she’d forgotten.  Then it hit
her.  She had to clean his cock, lick their juices off
after he’d fucked her.

“No, master, I didn’t forget, really.  See, I’m doing it
now master.”

There was a plopping sound as she pulled herself off his
cock and then she was kneeling between his legs, her
mouth and tongue busily licking every trace of come from
his cock and balls.

Although he was enjoying the power he clearly now had
over her as she slavishly licked and sucked his cock and
balls, he was a bit pissed of that she’d lied to him.
He’d seen it in her eyes that she had forgotten.  As he
watched her licking away all traces of his come he
started to get pissed off at her again.  She really did
need punishing if she was going to keep trying to
bullshit him.  He shouldn’t have had to remind her about
sucking his cock after he’d fucked her and she was meant
to thank him for fucking her.  Yep, he’d get her to write
all the things she done wrong in her book and then it’d
be punishment time! He lent over her and whacked her on
her naked arse.

“Ahh.”

“Okay bitch, that’s enough.  Time to write up your
punishment book.”

“Yes master.”

He’d left the book on the coffee table in front of them
so she swiveled around to start.

“Let’s see I think the first one would be didn’t want me
to watch you taking a piss.  And didn’t call me master -
you’d better leave space for adding in each time you
didn’t call me master cause I think we’ll find there’s
been a few.  And I think you called me Richard that time
which you’re not allowed to do because you’re just a slut
slave so write that down.”

As she started writing down the punishments the terror
that gripped her body was so overwhelming she literally
had to force her hand to write, grasping the pen tightly
so it wouldn’t slip out of her shaking hand.  She didn’t
know if she’d be able to stand being whipped again and
wanted to beg him not to hurt her but she was afraid that
if she did that he’d just add more punishments.  So she
just kept on mindlessly writing, slowly filling the page
with punishment after punishment.

He thought it would only take a few minutes but it took
over thirty minutes for her to write down all the
punishments.  And during those thirty minutes he started
to get more excited about punishing her, about giving her
some more pain after the way she’d been hurting him for
the last three years with her stuck up attitude.  She was
squatting on her knees crouched over the coffee table
with her back to him and for a while he just slouched
back on the couch, recovering from their fuck as he told
her what to write down.  After a while though the sight
of her naked back and bum became too tempting and he
moved forward on the couch so he could touch her.

When he touched her bum she tensed but he didn’t mind
that.  By now it was a pretty long list of things he was
going to be punishing her for and he wasn’t finished yet.
He cupped her bum with her hand and that was when he knew
what he was going to do.  Spank her.  Put her over his
knees and spank her.  To actually have his hand directly
hitting her rather than using the whip would be great.
Lifting his palm up he brought it down in a practice
slap, stopping just short of hitting her but imagining
the sound of his hand hitting her and the cry she’d make.
And maybe slapping the backs of her thighs as well,
that’d probably hurt a fair bit.

By now he had both hands on her bum, kneading the meaty
globes as he fantasised about the spanking he was going
to give her.  He hurried up the last few punishments
eager to get on with the next part of the evening.

“And final punishment I think is that you didn’t thank me
for fucking you just then.  Didn’t thank me for filling
your worthless cunt full of my come.”

“Yes master.”

“Okay slave.  When you’ve finished writing that up go
upstairs to my bedroom and wait for me.  And take the
book with you.”

“Yes master.”

By the time Janet had finished writing the last
punishment in the book, he’d left.  She looked longingly
at her skirt and top, so wanting to put them on but
knowing it would probably only lead to more punishments
if she did.  Instead she stood and headed to the stairs.
It was only as she started up the stairs that she really
became conscious of her nakedness.  She was walking
around a house naked, something she’d only ever done in
her own bedroom or bathroom.  It felt weird and she put
an arm across her boobs and held the book over her bush.
This still left her feeling as if her bum was exposed and
she hurried up the stairs, wanting to at least get into a
room where she could feel more in control, more covered.

She thought he’d be in his room waiting for her but he
wasn’t and at first she just stood in the middle of the
room, not sure what to do.  She was about to sit on the
edge of his bed to wait when the risk she was taking by
just standing there hit her.  She was meant to be
kneeling when he came into a room.  Tossing the book onto
his desk she dropped to her knees and got into the ready
position he’d taught her earlier in the day.  Knees
spread, bum on the floor, boobs pushed out and hands
behind her back.  After a few seconds she realised she
was facing away from the door and that was probably wrong
so she quickly shuffled around so that she’d be facing
him when he came in, then she waited.

Punishment.  The reality of what he was going to do
started to crowd in on her now as she waited.  He was
going to whip her again, probably on her boobs and
everywhere.  She couldn’t stop the trembling and then the
tears that started trickling down her cheeks.  It was
going to hurt and she didn’t think she could take it
again but she knew she couldn’t stop him.  Not unless she
left and if she did then everything she’d let him do
today would be for nothing.  Although her life felt like
it was over after what he’d done to her today, if she
left and he told people about her cheating it would
really be over.  She had to stay, had to let him do
everything he wanted to do to her.

When he came into the room about five minutes later he
was really pleased to see that she was kneeling in her
slave position but when he realised she was crying he was
a bit thrown.  He’d come in all prepared to start
punishing her but seeing her crying like this somehow
made it difficult.  She looked really sad and if
anything, he wanted to hug her which of course he knew he
couldn’t do.  Then he saw the punishment book lying on
his desk and he walked past her to pick it up.  Looking
at the list of things he was going to punish her for was
all he needed to get over her tears.  It was the ones
where she was still treating him as unimportant, like
when she went off at him earlier and called him a shit
that really stood out.  This wasn’t about her tears now,
it was about the way she’d been treating him for the last
few years.  It was about teaching her a few lessons and
if that meant she cried some more, good!

“Okay slave, crawl over here and lie down over my legs.”

With a huge effort she forced herself to turn around and
crawl to where he was sitting at his desk.  She wasn’t
sure what he wanted her to do but he made it pretty easy,
grabbing her shoulders and pulling her into position
lying on her stomach across his legs.

It was as though her body was made to lie across his lap
like this.  Her thighs were pressed against his right
thigh and he could feel the underside of her tits
squashing into his left thigh.  Heaven.  Made even more
heavenly of course be her beautiful smooth  rounded bum,
just waiting for his hand.  At first he just enjoyed
caressing and squeezing her bum, before letting his
fingers trailing into her crack then down her thighs.  He
could feel her shivering, probably from fear but that
only spurred him on.  Grabbing her punishment book from
his desk he dropped it on the floor near her head.

“Okay slave, here’s what’s going to happen.  You’re going
to read out each punishment and how many times I have to
slap you for it.  You will then count out each slap as I
give it.  When we’ve finished a punishment you will thank
me for punishing you then you tell me what the next
punishment is for and how many slaps you deserve.  Okay
slave?”

“Yes master.”

“And if you fuck up, you know, like forget to thank me or
don’t count, then you’ll get that punishment again and
again till you do get it right.  Okay what’s the first
one.”

Slaps.  He was going to slap her.  She’d been so
convinced that he was going to use his whip on her that
she almost thanked him, assuming that being slapped
couldn’t hurt anywhere near as much as the whip had.
Upside down the way she was it wasn’t easy but she
managed to get the book open and read out the first
punishment.  All she had to do was read out the
punishments, count them and thank him after each one.  It
should be easy and probably wouldn’t hurt too much.

“Didn’t want my master watching me taking a piss.  One
slap master.”

“That’ll be two of course ‘cause I have to double it
because of your daily cheating punishment don’t I?  I
said don’t I slave?”

“Yes master .. ow!  Umm, one.  Oww, two.”

As he landed the first one on her right cheek and the
second on her left cheek he realised how exciting this
was going to be.  In some ways much better than using a
whip because the actual physical contact was a real buzz,
especially the way he could feel her body react.  As he
hit her he could feel each jerk she made.  And with the
whip he’d been worried about hitting her too hard and
breaking her skin but he didn’t see how he could do
anything like that no matter how hard he slapped her.

There was a white imprint of his palm on each of her arse
cheeks.  At first it was really clear then it faded until
it was almost the same colour as the rest of her bum,
just a little redder.  He brushed his fingers over where
he’d hit as he waited for her to thank him for punishing
her and then tell him what the next punishment was.  His
cock had lost some of it’s hardness after fucking her
downstairs but as he thought about her actually thanking
him each time he spanked her it got superhard again and
he could feel it pressing up into her belly.  This really
was awesome, a total power trip he thought, being able to
punish her and then have her thank him for it.

The slaps had hurt more than she’d been expecting,
stinging her and she wanted to reach back to protect
herself but knew she didn’t dare.  She stared at the
punishment book through teary eyes starting to realise
just how many things there were he was going to be
hitting her bum for.  Dozens!  Maybe he’d get tired of it
she thought and not do them all.

“Didn’t call master master …five, master.”

He couldn’t believe she’d forgotten to thank him.
Probably on purpose he thought.  He’d brought his hand
down on her arse twice in quick succession, hitting her
at least twice as hard as the first time.

“Ahh, shit!  Owww.”

“You stupid cunt.  I told you to thank me after each
punishment.  Fucking shit you are a dumb cunt.”

“I’m sorry, master.  Thank you.  Thank you master.”

As she tried to make it up he could hear the panic in her
voice but he was pissed off now.  He wasn’t going to let
her get away with it that easily.  He gripped her left
arse cheek squeezing it as hard as he could.

“That’s all is it?  What are you thanking me for, huh?”

“Ahh, for punishing me master.”

“What?  For punishing who?  Who are you?”

He dug his fingers into her bum even harder.

“Ohh, your slave.  For punishing your slave master.
Thank you for punishing your slave because I didn’t want
you to watch me going to the toilet master.”

“I can’t believe how stupid a cunt, you are?  What you
should say is ‘Thank you for punishing your slave because
your slave didn’t want you to watch her going to the
toilet master.’  Get it? ”

“Yes master.”

“Fucking hell you’re slow.  Yes master what?”

“Yes master I get it.”

Letting go of his grip on her arse cheek he slipped his
finger over to her arsehole and forced his middle finger
as far into her arse as he could.

“Ahhhh.”

“No, you obviously don’t or you’d have said yes master
your stupid cunt gets it.”

“Oww, I’m sorry master.  Your stupid cunt gets it.”

“What else are you?”

“What master?”

“What else are you, you stupid cunt?”

“Umm … your slave, master?”

“And?”

“I don’t know master … ahh.”

He’d hooked his finger in her arse then lifted, dragging
her bum a couple of inches off his lap for a second.

“You’re my cocksucker, my slut, my bitch, aren’t you
slave?”

“Yes master, I’m your cocksucking slut, your bitch, your
slave, master.  Please master, your cocksucking slave is
so sorry.  Please.”

It really was great hearing her call herself all those
things.  He tried to remember some of the other names
he’d read in sex stories.

“You’re a cum loving slut, a whore, a fuck bunny, a fuck
face, an arse fuck.  You’re all those things aren’t you
cunt?”

“Yes master.”

“Good, so don’t you fucking forget it.  I want to hear
you talking about yourself like that from now on.  Or
else, slut.  Understand?”

“Yes master.”

“Okay what’s the next punishment?”

“I … no, I mean your, umm, your  slut didn’t call you
master five times, master.”

“Ten.  Start counting.”

“Uhh … one.”

Although it really wasn’t as painful as when he’d whipped
her it still hurt.  And as his hand kept returning to the
same spot it started to hurt even more until by the time
he’d finished this round it felt like her bum was burning
up and she was getting worried that be spanked was going
to be as painful as being whipped, maybe even more
painful.  By the time she’d announced the tenth slap the
tears were once again rolling freely down her cheeks.

“Ahhh shit … ten.  Thank you for punishing your slut
because your slut didn’t call you master.”

“Next?”

“Called you Richard.  Oww!”

“No you stupid bitch, that’s not how you talk now.  You
say ‘your cuntface slut or your slimy fuck bunny or your
cum slut called you Richard, master’.  Now fucking get it
right bitch.”

“Sorry master, sorry.  Your, ummm, your cum slut called
you Richard.”

“Okay, one slap plus one of course.”

“Uhh, one … uhh, two.  Thank you master for punishing
your cum slut for calling you Richard.”

“My pleasure cum slut.  What’s next?”

“Your cum slut didn’t suck your cock properly.  Three.”

“No, I fucking want you to call yourself something
different for each punishment.  Come on.  Again.”

“Sorry master, sorry.  Umm, ummm … your, umm, your
cuntface bitch didn’t suck your cock properly.   Three
slaps master.”

He knew she was crying, he could hear it in her voice but
at the moment he didn’t really care.  This was once again
payback for the years of treating him like shit and he
wasn’t going to let her tears stop him.  Besides, he was
really enjoying this, the feel of her bum against his
hand, the cries of pain.  And to hear her calling herself
things like a cum slut wasn’t in any of his fantasies.
It was however horrible, dirty and an most of all an
incredible turn on!

After these first few rounds her bum was starting to look
really red so he moved his attention to the backs of her
thighs, delivering three slaps to each side.  So it
continued with Richard alternating between her bum and
her thighs as he worked through all the punishments till
even his hand was starting to hurt.

Janet reached a point where her backside was throbbing so
painfully that she thought she was going to have to make
him stop no matter what the consequences.  But then a
funny thing happened.  The pain seemed to fade away and
it was as though her bum and thighs had become numb.
Numb and hot but a heat liked she’d never felt before.
Almost a tingling heat that seemed to spread over her
back, stomach and all down her legs.  Finally it was
coming to an end and there was only one more punishment.

“Your fuck slut didn’t lick master’s come of his cock
after he fucked his fuck slut’s cunt.  Two slaps master.”

“His fuck slut’s slimy cunt.  You do have a slimy cunt
don’t you?”

“Sorry master.  Yes master.  His fuck slut’s slimy cunt.”

“I want you to spread your legs as wide apart as you
can.”

He was pushing her legs apart, exposing her crack and
then holding his hand between her legs, against her hot,
wet pussy and arse crack.

“For this last punishment I’m going to slap you here,
right on your cunt.  If you keep your legs apart after
the first slap and don’t try to stop me then I’ll only do
the two slaps.  But if you bring your legs together you
get four slaps.  Understand slave?”

“Yes master.”

“Okay slave here goes.”

“Ahhhh … oh shit … oh fuck, hurts … shit … uhh, one
master.”

“Good slave.”

“Ahhh … two master.”

It was over.  No more punishment.  She wasn’t going to
ever give him a reason to punish her again.  She was
going to do everything he asked as soon as he asked it.
Before he asked if she could.  And never forget to call
him master or thank him for everything he did to her.
Shit.  Thank him.

“Thank you master for punishing your fuck slut for not
licking master’s come off his cock after he fucked his
fuck slut’s slimy cunt.”

“Well let’s hope I don’t have to do it again.  Let’s hope
you’ve learnt to be a good slave now.”

“I have master.  I promise I’ll be good master.”

“I?”

Shit, already she was forgetting.  She had to stop saying
I!

“Your cunt.  Your cunt promises to be good master.”

Her bum and the backs of her legs were now really red
from the way he’d been punishing her.  Making sure her
legs stayed spread, he ran his hand over her backside,
feeling the heat from the beating he’d given her.  He had
no doubt her bum was really sore.  Good he thought, she
deserved it. His anger had almost dissipated, but he
still wanted to hurt her, to pay her back.  His fingers,
almost with a mind of their own slipped into her arse
crack and started tracing around the pink rosette of her
arsehole.  After they’d fucked downstairs he didn’t think
he’d be able to fuck her again but now, having had her
over his knee for the last twenty minutes while he belted
her, things were different.  At least that was the
message he felt he was getting from his cock which was as
hard as ever, this time poking into her stomach.  But
what he really wanted to poke it into was her arse again.
He slipped his finger down into her cunt, twising it
around to get it slippery and wet before bringing it back
to her arsehole.  A gentle push and his finger slipped
into her arse and he started to fingerfuck her.

“Ohhh.”

“You don’t mind if I fuck you up the arse again do you
slave?”

“Uh, no master.  You can fuck me … your slave there … up
your slave’s arse master.”

With her bum and thighs feeling so hot and her pussy
still stinging from being slapped she could barely feel
his finger inside her arse.  Not that she wanted him to
fuck her there again because it had been really painful
when he did it earlier but somehow it didn’t seem to
matter after everything that had happened today.

“Okay slut, I think I will.  I’ll just get you greased
and opened up first then we can do it.”

The tube of lubricant was within easy reach so Richard
squirted some of in into her arse crack and started
working it into her arsehole with his fingers.  He
started with just one finger but after a while he added a
second finger, stretching her pretty little arsehole as
much as he could.  He tried to added a finger from his
other hand but wasn’t able to so left it at two fingers,
fucking them in and out for a few minutes, setting up a
steady corkscrewing rhythm.  When he finally pulled his
fingers out she stayed open for a few seconds and he
could see inside her arsechute.  Yeah, he was going to
stuff it with his cock and then empty another load of his
come up there.  Fucking amazing.

“There that should be enough.  Now get on the bed on your
back slut.  Time for us to do some serious arse fucking.”

He stood up, half rolling her off his lap so she fell
onto the floor.  Looking down at her he smiled as she
started crawling to the bed.  Once again he was feeling
totally in control and also really feeling like making
sure she knew it.  Must have been something about having
his fingers up her arse he thought as he covered his cock
with the lube.

Janet was in a daze as she crawled to the bed and climbed
onto it to lie on her back.  There was no thought of
resisting, no thought of protesting.  She was ready to
say and do anything he wanted because it didn’t seem to
matter anymore.  He could do anything he wanted to her
and she’d smile, yell, beg, do whatever he asked because
that was all she could do.  All she could do was be a
slut, act like all of the names she’d called herself, a
cocksucker, fuck toy, a cunt whose only use was to try to
please him.

This time Richard wanted to be able to watch her face as
he fucked her arsehole.  Climbing on the bed beside her
he started arranging her to make her arsehole more
accessible.  In some of the stories he’d read he’d seen
this so he pushed two pillows under her bum, raising it
up, then he lifted her legs up and over to the side till
her feet were level with her face.

“Grab your ankles.  Good - spread them as far apart as
you can.  Yeah, that’s the way.  Excellent!”

Moving around till he was crouched between her widely
spread legs he looked down at her cunt and arse, just
waiting for him.  The first thing he noticed was that the
backs of her thighs and her bum were really red from the
spanking he’d just given her.  Then he was looking at her
beautiful cunt and arse.  Her cuntlips were spread apart
and he could see that she was still wet inside from when
they’d fucked downstairs while around her arsehole was
all shiny and glistening from the lube he’d applied.  Now
that he had her ready the urgency to fuck her diminished.
He wanted to play with her some more.

He lightly ran the fingers of both hands up and down from
the backs of her knees, along her thighs and across her
bum for a while, smiling as he saw the goose bumps appear
on her legs.  Tiring of that he moved his attention to
the more interesting place and started playing with her
arsehole eventually pushing his thumb into her which
looked so weird that he pushed his other thumb into her
cunt and started fucking both holes with his thumbs.
Definitely looked strange to have both thumbs stuck
inside of Janet Sheen.  Good strange though.  Maybe later
he’d find some other things to stick into her he thought.
Kinky!

As he stroked the backs of her thighs Janet had relaxed a
bit trying not to think of the pain that was to come when
he raped her arse.  Even when he pushed his thumbs into
her it was okay as they didn’t hurt.  In fact as he
started fucking her with them, the hand that was playing
with her pussy started rubbing over her clit and that
felt good.  But all too soon his hands were gone from her
pussy and were gripping her thighs and she knew it was
about to happen.

“Just waiting for you to ask me to fuck you up the arse
slave.”

“Oh, yes, sorry master.  Please master fuck me … fuck
your dirty slave’s arse.”

“You sure?  You don’t sound all that sure.”

“Oh, yes master.  I’m … your slave is sure.  She, she
wants you to fill her arse with your come.  Please fuck
your slave, fuck your slut’s dirty arse.”

As she continued begging he positioned himself with his
cockhead resting against her wrinkled arsehole.  It was
hard to imagine that his cock would be able to spread her
open but he’d already done it once today so he knew it’d
do it again.  Watching carefully he pushed, gradually
increasing the pressure.

“Uhhhh … ohhhh!”

He was in again, his cockhead once more inside her arse,
gripped tightly by the muscles of her arsering.  For a
few seconds he held there just reveling in what he was
doing, in the sight of his cock inside her bum.  Then
ever so slowly he started a back and forth rocking
motion, with each cycle moving another half inch into
her.  Richard had lost track of how many times he’d come
already today but it was way more than he’d ever come
before.  The most he’d managed masturbating was four and
that was only on a couple of occasions.  By now, his cock
was so overused that it almost wasn’t exciting.  Almost
that is  because fucking Janet would always be exciting
but this time he figured it was going to take forever
before he got even close to coming.

For Janet it was a lot different to when he’d raped her
arse earlier.  It didn’t hurt this time, maybe because
her bum was almost numb from being spanked so much.  It
just felt really weird to have something in her bum,
especially something going in the wrong way.  Thank
heavens he was taking it slowly and not ramming his cock
all the way in like he did earlier.  Because it wasn’t
hurting she was able to relax a bit and this seemed to
make it even easier for his cock to slide further and
further into her.  Everything was just so weird.  This
morning she was a virgin and here she was relaxing so
that Richard could rape her in the behind.  There was a
flash where she felt dirty but sexy at what was happening
to her, fucking, sucking, watching porno movies and then
the reality came back that she was being treated like a
total slut and the tears started rolling out of her eyes
once again.

When he finally bottomed out in her with his hips pressed
against her bum he held himself there for a couple of
moments before setting up a leisurely fucking motion,
sawing in and out of her butt.  For a while he watched
the glorious site of his cock reaming in and out of her
arsehole, but then his attention was drawn to her
magnificent tits.  Each time he fucked into her they
jiggle and shimmy.  He’d been supporting himself on his
hands but now he rested on his elbows so he could hold
her tits and play with them.

As he continued fucking her he thought of lots of the
videos he’s downloaded with arse fucking and in most of
them to girls played with their clits while the guy
fucked them.  Maybe he could get Janet to come while he
was fucking her arse.  Reaching over he took her right
hand and brought it down to her pussy.

“Play with yourself.  Make yourself come.”

“Yes master.”

Janet was happy to play with her clitoris and bring some
pleasure to what was happening to her.  Not that having
him in her bum was hurting but it wasn’t feeling good the
way having his cock in her pussy felt.  Fortunately it
didn’t take long before the normal tingly pleasure
started in her pussy and clitoris and then it was easy
for her to keep herself in a state which was just a few
steps from coming.  From past masturbating experience she
knew she could hold herself close to a long time before
the pressure to come became too much.

For a while Richard watch as she played with her clit,
sometimes rubbing slowly then doing it rapidly for a
while before slowing down again.  Then he returned his
attention to her tits sucking and licking them,
occasionally moving up to kiss her.

Finally he started to get that special feeling, the
feeling that said he was going to come soon.  He started
to pick up his pace, pushing up on his hands again so he
could watch as his cock pounded into her arse.  And then
it hit with huge almost painful pulses as he came deep in
her arse, filling her once again with his come.

“Ahhh, fuck yeah!  Filling your arse!  Oh, fuck yeah.  So
fucking good.  Oh shit that’s good!  Oh, what a fucking
arse.”

As he came she picked up the pace with her fingers,
vibrating them over the head of her clitoris, quickly
pushing her over the edge so that she also came, her body
spasming and twitching with release.

With one final spurt he collapsed on top of her crushing
her into the bed.  Eventually he rolled off, his cock
plopping out of her arse as he lay on his back totally
spent, his chest heaving as he slowly came down from his
high.

“Oh shit I like fucking you.  So fucking good!  Ohhh … oh
yeah, that’s the way, clean my cock slave.”

After being punished for not licking his cock clean
quickly enough after the last time he’d fucked her she
didn’t need a reminder this time and as soon as he’d
rolled off her she moved down to his cock.  Blocking her
mind from the thought of where it had just been she
dropped her mouth over it and started licking and sucking
it clean.

He let her clean him for a couple of minutes before
stopping her.

“Ok slave, that’s enough.  You’ve done good this time.
If you want to go clean up or whatever you do before
going to bed you’d better do it now cause I’m so tired.
In the morning though I want you to wake me up at 8
o’clock with a blowjob.  Ok slave?”

“Yes master, wake you at 8 o’clock with a blowjob.”

“Ok.  Now hurry up and do whatever you have to and get
back here so I can get some sleep.”

Chapter 9 - Morning Duties

It had been probably the worst night Janet had ever
experienced.  Not because of anything the Richard had
done, but because of what she was terrified he would do
if she fell asleep and didn’t wake till after eight
o’clock.

After having a quick wash and clean, getting rid of as
much of his come from between her legs as she could she’d
returned to the bed where after kissing her goodnight, he
snuggled up to her.  She was lying on her back and he was
on his side facing her.  One hand started playing with
her tits and the other headed down between her legs.  She
quickly spread them apart, one knee up in the air,
giving him access as for the next few minutes he stroked
his finger through her slit.

Then she lay there listening as his breathing became
increasingly regular till she was certain he’d fallen
asleep.  Trouble was that he still had one hand between
her legs, a finger inside her and the other hand resting
on her right tit.  Finally after forty minutes he rolled
over in his sleep and his hands disappeared from her
body.  Up till then she’d been too scared to move, almost
too scared to breath but now she slowly straightened her
legs as she lay staring up at the ceiling, able to relax
a tiny bit.

As she lay there she couldn’t help but replay the
unbelieveable events of the day, and every now and then
tears would well in her eyes.  It was as if her life was
over and there was nothing she could do about it.  All
she could do from now on was make sure she didn’t piss
him off and that way hopefully she could avoid any more
pain.  Which was why she knew she’d have to stay awake
all night.  She also promised herself that she wouldn’t
allow herself to come any more no matter what he did.  Or
maybe she’d pretend to come the way Meg Ryan did in that
movie if he tried to make her to come again.

That was probably the most confusing part of the whole
day, the fact that she’d orgasmed so many times.  If
someone had told her before today that she’d be able to
come when she was being raped her she’d have laughed.
But she had and all she could assume was that her fears
that she was sex-crazed, that she liked masturbating …
no, liked having orgasm’s too much was a problem.  That
somewhere inside she really was a slut because surely
only a slut could get enjoyment out of what was happening
to her.  All she really knew that it wasn’t fair and that
this was a horrible price to pay just for stealing a
couple of exam papers.

The first time she woke she didn’t know where she was at
first.  Then it all came rushing back and in her panic
she almost leapt from the bed only just stopping herself
as she realised it was still dark.  Quickly turning to
the bedside table she saw that it was four in the morning
and realised that she’d been asleep for at least three
hours.  Promising herself she wouldn’t go to sleep again
she relaxed a little, carefully lying back down so as not
to wake him, confident that after the fright she’d just
had she’d stay awake.

Each hour she woke.  At five and six she woke a couple of
minutes before the hour but at seven she didn’t wake till
five minutes past.  The room was already light and for a
few seconds she thought she was too late as her sleep
befuddled brain looked at the clock.  When she realised
she was okay she knew for certain that this time she
couldn’t afford to sleep again.  As it was less than an
hour till she had to wake him and the room was already
light, it wouldn’t be too hard.  As she settled down to
wait for eight o’clock she started to think about what
she had to do.  It wasn’t just that she had to suck his
thing … no, his cock … though, it was that she had to do
it at least as good as the women in those videos or else
he’d punish her.  Plus she had to make him believe that
she liked having his cock in her mouth.  Which of course
she sort of did.  Not his cock because she hated him so
much for what he was doing to her, but she had to admit
that actually having a cock in her mouth, licking it,
making it come was okay, if only it wasn’t like this.
Being forced to do it.

When she woke again she lay there too terrified to move,
convinced that she’d blown it, that it was going to be
way past eight.  Maybe if she really begged him he
wouldn’t punish her.  Or maybe if she started sucking him
now he’d wake up and be so happy he’d forget that she was
meant to wake him at eight.  That was it.  Turning to see
how late it actually was she almost couldn’t believe what
she saw.  Five minutes to eight!  She was okay!  She
still had five minutes before she had to start.

Carefully she sat up, not wanting to wake him yet but not
daring to stay lying down in case she fell asleep again.
His back was to her, and he was lying half on his side.
From the waist down though he was flat on the bed and as
she sat up she could see his penis.  It was small and she
almost giggled at the sight.  His cock she quickly
reminded herself, she had to think of it and call it his
cock.  All yesterday it had looked so big, so tough but
now it was harmless looking.  Sort of cute she thought,
or at least it would be if he wasn’t making her do these
horrible things she reminded herself.

Swivelling her body around carefully till she was at
right angles across the bed, her face over his hips, she
tried to workout how to do this.  He’d told her that he
wanted to wake with his cock in her mouth so she
definitely didn’t want him waking before that happened.
Supporting herself on her right arm, she used her left
hand to pull her hair up and out of the way as she bent
over him.  His cock was only a couple of inches long now
and it was flopped against the top of his left leg, his
hairy balls easily visible under it.  One quick look up
the bed to make sure he wasn’t awake and she moved her
mouth down, tongue extended to scoop his cock up and into
her mouth.

The first thing she noted was that it was all soft and
sort of mushy.  It easily fit in her mouth as her lips
pressed against the base, his pubic hair tickling her
nose.  The second thing she noticed was the taste.  It
still tasted of her and him from the last time he’d
fucked her even though she’d licked it clean.  It was
strong and tangy but not too awful.  Closing her eyes,
she let it rest on her tongue as her mouth filled with
saliva and then she started moving it around in her
mouth.  It was sort of nice like this, nowhere near as
scary as yesterday or maybe that was just because she was
already getting used to having his cock in her mouth.

Then it happened, like some kind of magic trick.  It
started growing in her mouth as if it had a life of it’s
own.  On the one hand she wanted to take her mouth off,
to watch it growing but on the other she wanted to keep
it in her mouth so she could feel it grow.  Deciding she
didn’t dare take it out of her mouth, at least not till
he was awake, she kept moving her tongue over it as she
started to suck on it.

That was when Richard woke from an amazing dream.  In the
dream Janet was his girlfriend and she was lovingly
sucking him off.  There was a second of disorientation
and then reality struck in the most beautiful fashion.
His cock was being sucked by his dream girl just as he’d
ordered and even if she maybe wasn’t doing it lovingly,
this was probably better than in his dream because here
she was his slave.  Turning and raising his head from the
pillow he was greeted by a breathtaking sight.  The high
and mighty Janet Sheen had her mouth pressed into his
groin, one hand holding her hair out of the way, as she
crouched over him naked.  Her arse was sticking up in the
air, her beautiful right boob was just visible, the
nipple half hard, and she was all his.   Reaching down he
brought his left hand to her head, tangling it in her
hair, laying claim to his cocksucking slave.

Within twenty seconds of his cock starting to grow it was
filling her mouth, the fat mushroom shaped head almost at
her throat.  Just as she moved her head back worried that
it would choke her, she felt his hand on her head.

“Oh, yeah, that’s so good.  What a way to wake up.  Oh
yeah, suck my cock.  Suck me off.  Of fuck yeah!”

She now started sucking as hard as she could, trying to
remember all the things from the video so that she could
do it properly and please him.  Otherwise it would all be
a waste of time and he’d punish her again.  She kept her
tongue moving as she twisted her head around.  Then she
remembered that she was meant to make moaning noises so
she did as her head lifted up and down.

“Mmm.”

This had to be heaven, waking to a blowjob.  Flopping
back down he stared at the ceiling, content to just
savour the sensations for a while, his hand still resting
lightly on her head.  Whenever he jerked off first thing
in the morning it always took a while before he came so
he knew that Janet was going to be in for a long suck.
Propping himself up on his elbows again he watched her
head bobbing, his wet cock shaft appearing and
disappearing into her mouth, her cheeks permanently
hollowed as she sucked at him.  His gaze shifted down her
perfect body, her boobs hanging down, the wonderful curve
of her hips, hiding her ultimate treasure.  He wanted to
see it again.  Wanted to feast his eyes again on her
cunt.  Reaching out he grabbed her leg and tugged on it.

“Keep sucking.  Just want to get you in a better
position.”

It didn’t take much to reposition her so that her knees
were on either side of his body, her feet near his head
and her bum above his face, her slit staring down at him.
The first thing he noticed was that her bum and thighs
looked normal which was a big relief as he’d been a bit
worried last night that he might have bruised her.  The
second thing he noticed was how beautiful her pussy was,
totally one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen.
It was so much better than any of the hundreds of
pictures he looked at on the net over the last few years.
It was delicate, the lips a beautiful pink, her pubic
hair so fine it looked like silk.  He doubted that he’d
ever tire of looking at it, or smelling it.  It was the
sweetest, headiest thing he thought he’d ever smelt.  It
was so tempting to taste it, to see if the taste of cunt
juice was as good as a lot of the stories he’d read said.
Then he remembered that she hadn’t showered since he’d
come in her last night and he wasn’t sure how he felt
about tasting his own come.  But soon he knew he’d have
to taste her, to see what it was like to eat her out, to
eat pussy.

In the meantime he’d be content to look at her, admiring
the perfection of her cuntlips and her arse as she sucked
him off.

“Yeah that feels so good.  Oh yeah, play with my balls
too.  Mmm, yeah that’s good.”

Eventually looking wasn’t enough and his hands moved to
her smooth thighs, caressing them, working their way up
to her tight arse cheeks.  Her skin was so amazing, like
satin or something it was so smooth.  He kept caressing
her, sometime with his palms, other times just running
his nails over her skin.

But his thoughts kept coming back to her pussy, that
hidden treasure and finally his hands stopped moving and
rested, one on each arse cheek.  Gripping her arse cheeks
he pulled out, carefully spreading them apart which
opened her cunt lips like a flower, revealing the moist
treasure within.  Then he started playing with her cunt,
holding her cuntlips, pushing at her clit and poking
inside her.  It was all so amazing.  Alien but familiar.
When his finger was wet with her juice, he brought it to
his nose, breathing in the smell, so tempted to taste it
but still he held back.

Sooner than he’d expected he felt the stirring in his
balls.  Although it wasn’t really all that surprising
given that having her mouth on his cock was probably a
thousand times more exciting than any hand job he’d ever
given himself.

“Yeah, keep sucking slave.  Gonna come soon, gonna fill
your mouth with my come.  And you swallow it.  Oh, yeah
that’s it, suck.  Suck harder.  Come on.  Make you lips
tighter.  Yeah that’s it.  Oh fuck, suck my come, slave.”

Just as he felt the first spurt coming up his cock he
focused on her cunt hole, inches from his face.  With the
intense pressure of his come he needed to do something so
he plunged two fingers into her cunt, his knucles
pressing into her while the fingers on his other hands
gripped her arse, his nail digging in, almost breaking
her skin.

“Oh shit, coming!  Fuck yeah, suck it, suck me!”

Somehow Janet managed to keep sucking him as her mouth
filled with his come.  She moaned around his cock as his
fingers jabbed fiercely into her and dug into her bum,
fighting her urge to pull away from him knowing that
she’d just get into trouble if she did.  Instead she
concentrated on swallowing his salty come as she felt
spurt after spurt travel along his cock and erupt into
her sucking mouth.

As the last couple of spurts came out she didn’t swallow
them immediately, leaving them in her mouth, tasting
them.  She kept sucking and working her mouth and tongue
on his cock as she allowed herself to really take in the
taste of his come for the first time.  The other times
she been so busy swallowing and so scared that she hadn’t
really been able to work out if it was a horrible taste
or just that what he was making her do was horrible.  It
wasn’t horrible, just salty and slippery.  Sort of an
interesting taste she decided.  Shit, she shouldn’t be
thinking things like this, she should be hating the taste
of him.

“Oh yeah, that was good.  Fucking good slave.  You’re
going to be a brilliant cocksucker soon if you keep
practising.  Keep sucking for a while.  Easy though.  Not
so hard now.  Yeah that’s it.  But keep your tongue
going.  Ahhh, yeah.”

His grip had eased on her bum and he wasn’t hurting her
pussy with his other fingers now.  Instead he was slowly
pumping them in her pussy, twisting them around at the
same time which felt nice.  Then she felt a finger on her
clit, playing with it which quickly started to feel
really nice.  Although she really didn’t want to come,
didn’t want to get any pleasure from what was happening
to her there was the part of her that loved masturbating,
that loved coming and once again she couldn’t stop this
part taking over.

The first sign Richard got was as her hips started making
tiny gyrating moves and then he could hear little moans
coming from her as she continued to work on his cock.  He
was turning her on, maybe even going to give her an
orgasm.  This was so amazing, being able to make her come
like this.  In most of the stories he read on the net the
women always came but he didn’t know if that would really
be the way it happened but it must be because she’d
already come at least four times yesterday and it looked
like he was going to be able to make her come again.

“You like it when I do this don’t you?”

By now her mind was beginning to fog up as the hot, itchy
feeling grew in her pussy and she was having trouble
concentrating on just nursing his cock so she only half
heard him.  But when he twisted his fingers inside her
and pressed on her clit she was very quick to get his
cock out of her mouth.

“I asked you a question slave.”

“Oh, sorry, umm, yes, yes I like it.  Yes master.”

“You like it?”

“Your slave likes it.”

“Okay, that’s better slave.  You can put my cock back in
your mouth now.”

It took a while for the fire to start again after the
interruption but eventually she relaxed and as she did
the pressure started building.  She knew it shouldn’t be
feeling so good but his fingers inside her felt really
amazing, reaching places she’d never been able to before
he’d broken her hymen.  The only trouble was that his
finger on her clit wasn’t quite moving the way she’d do
it herself.  Not that she was about to tell him how to
finger her but it was a bit frustrating.  Then the
frustration disappeared as he started twisting his
fingers around and her body suddenly rushed to the peak,
the wonderful waves of her orgasm crashing over her,
pushing aside all the horrible things for a while.

“Uhhh, ohhh yes … ahhhh.”

Involuntarily her thighs clamped together trapping his
hand as she shuddered her way through her orgasm, her
hands clutching at his legs.  Her mouth came off his cock
and her body collapsed onto him, her boobs pressing into
his stomach as she cried out in pleasure.  It felt so
good, better than when she did it to herself for some
reason, even if he hadn’t played with her clit the way
she really liked.  For at least a minute she held him
tight, riding the waves of her orgasm, pressing her body
against him trying to crush her tingling nipples into his
stomach before reality set in again.

She relaxed her thighs, hoping he wouldn’t get angry with
her for sort of trapping his hand between them.  Then she
realised that she was no longer sucking his cock and he
hadn’t told her to stop.  She was about to lift herself
up so she could get it back in her mouth when he rolled
her off.

“Wow.  That was fucking amazing.  I fucking love watching
you come.  You go crazy, it’s so awesome!”

This of course was the last thing she wanted to hear and
she blushed with her shame and humiliation at what a slut
she was proving to be.  She didn’t want to be having an
orgasm when he played with her but she couldn’t help it.

“I’m going to have a shower.  Umm, I think there are a
couple of things you can write in your book.  Let’s see,
you didn’t thank me for letting you suck me off and you
haven’t thanked me for fingering you and letting you
come.  That’ll do for now.”

“Ohh, I’m sorry master.  I mean your slave is sorry.
Thank you for letting your slave suck you off and thank
you for fingering your slave master and … and for letting
your slave come.”

“Just make sure you remember next time, okay?”

“Yes master, I … your slave will remember.”

“Okay.  You can have a shower too - you can use the other
bathroom if you want.  And make sure you clean yourself
really well.  You know, here.  Get all the come out.  And
then you can make us breakfast.”

Chapter 10 - Breakfast

He sat at the table, watching her beautiful and of course
naked body as she made the pancakes.  She had to move
past him to get to the cupboards and fridge and on the
third pass he couldn’t hold back any longer from touching
her jiggling tits.  He wasn’t really surprised when she
kept on walking.  Disappointed maybe but not surprised.
For a while he let it go, continuing to watch her.  He
knew her well enough to realise that she was subtly
making sure she didn’t go past him again.  Not only that,
she was also keeping her back to him, even when it would
have been natural to be facing him.  This wasn’t the way
it was meant to be.

In his fantasies, he would have woken up this morning and
she’d have turned into the perfect slave but he guessed
that wasn’t going to happen.  Still she was his slave so
he could do anything he wanted to her, that was what the
deal was all about.  Trouble was he was really unsure
about what to do next.  His fantasies hadn’t really
prepared him for the reality that Janet would actually
become his slave.  Sure, they’d have sex a lot, but there
had to be more than that he realised.

Then it came to him, what he was going to do today and
tomorrow and the day after and for as long as necessary
until it was finished.  He was going to train her to be a
good slave, a perfect slave.  And maybe he’d even get her
to be a real slave like in the stories he liked where
she’d not only do everything he wanted, but she’d love
doing it.  Then she’d really know she couldn’t be a bitch
to him ever again.

“Come over here.”

She had her back to him, mixing the batter when he called
her over.  For a second she closed her eyes taking the
moment to control herself.  Since coming into the kitchen
she’d been getting increasingly mad at him.  No, mad
wasn’t right because that’s how she’d been feeling since
this whole thing started.  She was feeling more and more
like telling him to totally fuck off, that’s what it was,
but she knew she couldn’t do that.  Knew she’d have to
put up with him.  But she had a choice.  She could let
him beat her or she could at least try to keep her pride,
not let him get to her.  Like being naked.  He probably
expected her to still be embarrassed about being naked in
front of him which of course she was.  But she wouldn’t
let him see that, she’d stand in front of him as if she
had clothes on.  Yeah.  Turning, she walked over to him
and stood there, arms by her side, not looking at him,
her eyes half lowered to one side.

“Turn around.”

As she stood with her back to him he reached out and
cupped her right arse cheek, caressing it for a few
seconds before taking his hand away.

“Turn back.  Good.  Um, you’re my slave right?”

“Yes master.”

“You signed the slave contract didn’t you.  Saying you’d,
you know, always respond to what I do to you, thank me
when I do things to you, um, always be sexy, umm, tell me
if you do something wrong.  You know, all that stuff.”

She wasn’t sure where this was leading but suddenly she
was worried.  Something was happening.

“Yes master.”

“So if I want to touch your tit like this, what would you
do?”

He’d reached out and was just holding the underside of
her right tit.

“I’d let you master.”

“Is that all?”

“Umm, yes, umm, I guess so.”

She’d started using the ‘I’ word again but he decided to
let it go for the moment although later he’d punish her
for it of course.

“You wouldn’t like do anything more.  Wouldn’t maybe try
to push your tit into my hand or, I don’t know, tell me
you like it, like me touching your tits?”

“Yes master.  I would.  I um, I like it when you touch my
tit.”

As she answered him she lent forward a bit, pushing her
tit into his palm.

“So.  You know this is what you should do.  Is that what
you’re saying is it.”

“Yes master.”

He moved his hand down over her stomach to her mound.
This time she made sure she was pushing forward although
she didn’t say anything but only because she couldn’t
think of anything to say about his hand against here
there.  Then he started playing with her pubic hair, sort
of combing his finger through it almost like he was
trying to straighten it out.

“Okay, then a few minutes ago when you walked past me and
I touched your tit, you kept on walking.  You didn’t
stop.  If I didn’t know better I’d almost think you
didn’t want me to touch your tits.  My tits really,
aren’t they.”

“No master … I mean yes master, they’re your tits.  What
I mean … what your slave means is …”

“What my fuck slut means.”

“What your fuck slut means is that your fuck slut was
getting things from the cupboard.  I mean, um, your fuck
slut means, umm she didn’t know master.”

“No, that doesn’t make sense.  You’ve already told me
that if I want to touch you then you’d let me.  Not only
let me but, you know, you’d help.  Isn’t that right
slave?”

“Yes master.”

“So before you must have done something wrong.  Yes?”

“Umm, yes, I guess so master.”

“Shit you’re slow this morning.  Your slut guesses or
your bitch guesses.  Not I.”

“Sorry master.  Your slut guesses.”

“Okay, good.  So what happens when you do something wrong
slave?”

By now he was taking just a couple of strands of her
pubic hair and pulling on it, tugging so the skin on her
mound pulled out as the hair slowly slipped through his
fingers.  She knew what he wanted her to say but it was
so hard.  She wanted to cry again, wanted to run away and
hide, but she couldn’t.  All she could do was try to
control her trembling as she whispered the words.

“You, you punish your slut master.”

“What?”

“You punish your slut master.  Ow!”

This time he’d yanked on a couple of strands of her pubic
hair, pulling them out.

“Right, so do you deserve to be punished for what you did
earlier?”

“Oh, yes master.”

“Okay slave, if you think you should be punished then
I’ll punish you later.  Here, you’d better writer it in
your punishment book in case you forget.  Let’s see, I
think there’s ‘lied to master’, ‘pulled away when master
wanted to touch my tits … no, make that my big tits’ and
‘didn’t offer my tits to master to play with when I knew
he wanted to play with them’.  Of course there’s also
‘referred to myself as I many times instead of slave or
slut or cunt or any of the other names a slave is
called’.  Show me what you’ve written.  Okay, one more I
think.  ‘For being a stupid cunt and trying to fool
master - double punishment’.  Okay get back to making
breakfast slave.”

As she started mixing the batter again she realised that
her hands were still trembling.  She was going to be
punished again.  He was going to hurt her and there was
nothing she could do about it.  Except make sure she
didn’t do anything else to piss him off.  Now she needed
the milk.  Two minutes ago she’d have gone around the
other side of the table, avoiding him but this time she
went straight past him, waiting for him to make the
slightest move so she could stop and let him do whatever
he wanted to her, touch her wherever he wanted to.

Of course he didn’t do anything as she went to the fridge
or came back.  Next she realised she needed some butter
and this time he did reach out.  She froze as his hand
settled on her right tit and held it.  She knew she
should be doing more than just standing there but it was
like her body had become a stone.

“Hmm, that’s a bit better but not really good enough.
Now pay attention carefully slave.  If I want to do
something with your body you not only let me, you’ve got
to make it easy, you’ve got to help me with it.  Now why
don’t we try again.  Go back over there.  Okay walk over
here.”

She wasn’t certain exactly what he wanted but there was
no way she was going to say anything in case she said the
wrong thing.  Back to the bench, turn around, walk back
to the fridge and as soon as his hand moved stop.  But
this time she turned towards him and as his hand covered
her boob she lent down towards him a bit, smiling at him
and sort of humming.

“Hmmm.”

“Like that do you?”

“Yes master.”

He gently played with her boob for a few more seconds and
then let go, shaking his head.

“Nope, you’re not getting it are you.  I’ll have to add
another punishment later.  You really are proving to be a
stupid cunt aren’t you cunt.”

“Oh, no master, please I … um, your, your stupid cunt’s
sorry.  What did your stupid cunt do wrong?  Please tell
me … her.  She’ll try again, please master.”

“Well I take the time to play with your stupid tit and
when I ask you if you like me playing with it all you can
fucking say is yes.  Not that it feels good, or I don’t
fucking know, anything.  You just stand there like a
fucking statue saying yes.  Maybe the punishment will
help you get it right.”

“Oh, yes, you’re right, your stupid slut’s sorry.  Please
let her try again, please.  She’ll do better, please she
promises.  You don’t have to punish her, please.”

“Well, okay.  But fucking try a bit harder or I will have
to fucking punish you big time.  Go on, back over there.”

Back to the bench, turn, approach.  As soon as his hand
touched her tit she was moaning.

“MMmmm.  Oh yes.”

As she lent down, without thinking of it her right hand
came up and covered his, stroking it as he massaged her
boob.

“Like that do you slave?”

“Oh yes master, your slave likes you playing with her
boobs.  Feels so good when you hold them like that.  Oh
yes.  Oh, your squeezing your slave’s boob.  Ohh, shit,
hurting.”

“I like doing that sometimes.  You don’t mind do you
slave?’

“Ahhh.  Oh, no.  No master.  Hurts.  Ahh.”

“I’d like to squeeze harder, hurt you more.  Do you want
me to slave?”

“Oh, yes.  Master.  Yes, please.  Ahhhhh.  Oh shit, I
mean thank you.  No, your slave means thank you master.
Ahhh.  Yes, that’s nice.”

He hadn’t squeezed as hard as he had a couple of times
yesterday but he was pleased that she hadn’t tried to get
away.  As he pulled on her tit she lent over even more
till he was able to take her nipple in his mouth.

“Oh, yes master, that’s nice.  Suck my … your slave’s
nipple.  Oh, yes that feels good.”

He didn’t know what it was about having her nipple in his
mouth that was so special, all he knew was that it felt
fucking amazing.  The rubbery feel of it was unlike
anything else he knew.  Later he’d probably suck on it
for a lot longer but now he really did need some
breakfast so he reluctantly let her go.

“Okay slave, finish making my breakfast.  Hey, aren’t you
forgetting something?”

She’d started to turn back to the bench but quickly
turned back to him, desperately trying to think of what
she might have forgotten.  Then it came to her.

“Thank you master.  Thank you for playing with your
slave’s tit and for sucking her nipple.”

“That’s much better.  See you can learn.  Okay go on.”

After that, apart from a gentle slap on her bum as she
turned away, he didn’t touch her again, letting her
finish getting their breakfast.  When she finally brought
the food to the table he toyed with making her eat hers
on the floor like a dog, but somehow that didn’t feel
right so they are facing each other across the table.  As
they ate he made her tell him in detail how she and
Marcia stole the exam papers.  It was during this that he
decided what he wanted to try with her next and he only
really half heard her story as his heart started beating
faster with nerves at the thought of what he was going to
be doing in a few minutes.  Finally it was time, the last
bit of toast gone, the last sip of coffee.

“I want you to take everything off the table and then lie
down on it.  I’ll be back in a second.”

“Yes master”

It didn’t take her long to clear the table and then she
climbed up onto it.  She wasn’t sure what to do so just
sat at one end, feeling very vulnerable.  As she waited
for him to come back she tried to stay calm but her mind
started filling with thoughts of him punishing her for
what she’d done earlier.  When he did come back her heart
sank as the first thing she saw was the bunch of rope in
his hand and the cuffs he’d used yesterday when he’d
raped her in the behind.  If he wanted to tie her up
again them he must be going to whip her and maybe do it
to her in the bum again.  She wanted to beg him not to
and almost did but the fear that that he’d only whip her
harder if she did stopped her.  Instead, apart from
practically hyperventilating with fear she did nothing,
just sat waiting for him to once again do whatever he
wanted to her.

“Lie down.  Good.  Now get your bum right up to the edge.
Closer.  Perfect.  Now spread your legs.  Come on wider.
More.  I want them as far apart as you can slave.  Yeah,
thought that’d work.”

As she tried to do what he wanted he was pushing and
pulling at her legs till finally he had her in the
position he wanted.  Her bum was right on the end of the
table and her thighs were spread out in a straight line
on either side, like she was doing the splits.  Her knees
were now over the other sides of the table, her legs
dangling down alongside the table legs.  Which was
perfect for what Richard was planning and he quickly had
the cuffs on her ankles and then her ankles tied off to
the table legs.  He looped a second rope around the top
of the table leg and just under her knee on each side,
making doubly sure she was secure.  Next he cuffed her
wrists and secured them to the other legs, stretching her
arms out and to the side above her head. As a final touch
he wrapped the blindfold around her cutting off her
vision entirely.

Stepping back from her head he took a moment to examine
his handy work.  His heart started beating faster as he
looked down at her, blindfolded, secured and stretched
out flat just for him.  He could do anything to her he
wanted now, fuck her, whip her, play with her, anything.
And she couldn’t do a thing to stop him.  Fuck this was
exciting.  And the blindfold was a great touch as he
didn’t want her watching him in case he decided not to do
it at the last moment.

He knew she been watching everything he did as he tied
her up but he hadn’t really paid much attention to that.
It was only as he put on the blindfold that it occurred
to him that she was scared.  More than scared, she was
terrified.  With the cuffs and the ropes she must think
he was tying her up so he could punish her again.  His
first instinct was to tell her not to worry but he
quickly quelled that one.  Let her worry he thought.
She’d find out soon enough what he was planning.

Moving closer to her he reached out and brushed a finger
over her tit enjoying how she flinched, uttering a tiny
cry.  He waited a couple of seconds and did the same to
her other tit getting a similar result.  He was tempted
to tease her like this some more but there were probably
even more exciting things he could do to her and he was
just putting them off really.  Grabbing a chair he sat
down between her widely stretched legs taking the time to
absorb the amazing sight right in front of him.

Her slender thighs were spread so wide the tendons were
showing, seeming to point in to her beautiful cunt.  It
was half open, pink and inviting in the centre.  Above
was the hood that hid her clit and her incredibly sexy
patch of blonde pubic hair, and below was her cute
wrinkled, arsehole.  He brought his hands to her knees
and stroked along the smooth flesh of her thighs till his
hands almost met.

When he touched her she gasped once again, clenching her
legs preparing for the pain that she was sure must be
coming.  She felt so incredibly vulnerable with her legs
spread apart so widely.  When he reached her pussy she
shivered as he used his thumbs to spread her lips apart.
He must be going to hurt her there this time.  It wasn’t
fair, she’d tried so hard to do what he wanted.  Maybe if
she really begged him he wouldn’t hurt her.  Or maybe
that would just make him even more angry and he’d hurt
her more.

Richard had no idea what Janet was thinking and didn’t
really care at the moment.  All he knew was that the
sight of her soft pink cunt was almost too much for him
and he so wanted to just stand up and fuck his hard cock
into her, filling her cunt once again.  But not this
time.  This time there were other things he had to try.

Leaning even closer he inhaled, filling his lungs with
the wonderful scent of her pussy.  Indescribable,
intoxicating, heavenly aroma.  Breathing out he gently
blew over her pussy before taking another deep breath.
If the smell of her pussy was so amazing, if it looked so
inviting, then surely it had to taste great he thought.
With his tongue extended out as far as possible he lent
all the way in so he could lick the tip of his tongue
across her cunt hole.  Sitting back he closed his eyes to
test the taste.  Yes!  What a relief!  It was good.
Better than good, it was great, sweet and fresh.  Just
like the aroma of her pussy.  He needed another taste,
more this time.  Taking longer he licked from just above
her arsehole up to her clit gathering more of her juices
to savour.

“Oh.”

Janet wasn’t sure what was happening but it didn’t feel
like his fingers.  Whatever he was using to touch her
pussy was softer and maybe wet.  His tongue!  He was
licking her!  A cold shiver ran through her body.  And
then his tongue pushed into her and she couldn’t stop her
moan.  He wasn’t going to hit her, he was going to go
down on her.

As Richard pushed the tip of his tongue into her pussy
until his lips were pressed against her cunt lips he half
heard her moan and assumed that it was because she liked
it.  Not that he’d have stopped if she didn’t like it
because he loved it.  After less than a minute he was
addicted.  He loved the taste of her pussy and the feel
of it on his tongue and against his lips.  He started
slowly lapping at her, licking up as much of her pussy
juice as he could.

Against her will Janet found herself slipping into an
erotic haze as he kept licking at her.  For a while she
tried to resist but then she told herself that resisting
these feelings was not only hopeless, it was actually
impossible.  He’d tied her up and blindfolded her so all
she could really do was lie here and go with the
sensations as he licked and licked and licked her pussy.
It seemed to be going on forever but then she was jolted
out of her daze.

“Ahhhh.”

Her hips jerked up as though she’d been hit with an
electric shock as his tongue reached to the top of her
pussy and flicked across her clit.  After all the
masturbating she’d done, all the times she’d played with
her clitoris, she thought she knew everything about the
pleasure she could get from down there.  But nothing had
prepared her for the feel of his tongue on her.  It was
magic and she tried to push herself forward blindly
searching for more of this new sensation.

Concentrating his attention on her clit, Richard now had
no doubt that she liked what he was doing.  With his
tongue he pushed back the hood covering her clit so he
could lick the smooth head.  She immediately started
bucking her hips and he had to grip her thighs to try to
hold her steady.  This was so cool he thought as he
started experimenting with how he licked her clit moving
his tongue in different patterns, different pressures and
speeds across the swollen nub.  It didn’t matter how he
did it though, her moans and twitching seemed to be
fairly constant.  Actually that wasn’t true.  Her moaning
was getting steadily louder and the twitching was also
getting more extreme and he was having to hold onto her
thighs to keep her steady so he could keep his tongue on
her clit.

If this was punishment then she hoped it would go on
forever!  It was hard to imagine something feeling better
than this.  Then he sucked her clit into his mouth as his
tongue kept teasing it and she discovered there was
something even better.  As he sucked so hard she thought
he was going to suck her clitoris off, she exploded in a
kaleidoscope of the most intense pleasure she’d ever
experienced.

“Ahhhh.  Oh god.  Ohh yes, yes.  Oh shit.  Coming, oh god
yes!”

The waves kept washing through her until she thought
she’d die from the pleasure and still he was sucking on
her, his mouth clinging to her clitoris as she madly
twitched and jerked against her bonds.  She literally saw
stars and thought she was going to pass out the feelings
were so intense.  Finally with one last spasm it was over
and she collapsed, gulping in air.  So wonderful, so
amazing.

“Ahhh.  No.”

He had to stop now.  She needed time to recover but his
mouth was still covering her clit, still sucking it.  Her
clitoris was feeling raw and supersensitive now and
needed him to leave her for a bit till her nerves
recovered.

“Oh, no more.  Please.  Ahh, no, sensitive.  Ohh.”

He eased off on her clit although he was a bit pissed off
at her for trying to tell him what to do and forgetting
to call him master.  Later he’d punish her but not now.
After riding her through that amazing orgasm, now he
wanted to taste more of her juice and take the time to
really explore her pussy with his mouth.  Releasing her
clit he licked back down her slit and found that she was
almost flooded with cunt juice.  Of course, she must have
creamed herself when she came which was fine by him.  It
was a real buzz being able to sort of force her come like
this because he was pretty sure that she didn’t want to.

Her juice had trickled down past her arsehole and without
thinking about it he followed the trail.  It was only as
he felt the crinkled skin of her rosette under his tongue
that he realised what he was doing.  Licking her
arsehole.   He’d never thought about doing this and froze
for a few seconds trying to work out if he was grossed
out by licking her bum.  Nope.  Not at all.  In fact it
felt kind of good, the little crinkles of her arsehole
and he knew she’d showered this morning so he started
licking at it in earnest.

Janet couldn’t believe it when she felt his tongue
licking her bum.  Not that she should have been surprised
because after all he’d made her do that to him.  After
getting over the shock she realised that it felt good.  A
dirty, sexy and nasty type of good.  This oral sex was
turning into something really exciting she thought.
Maybe made even more exciting because she was tied up.

“Oh god!”

Somehow he’d actually pushed the tip of his tongue inside
her bum.  It felt weird, really weird but not bad.
Strange and interesting.  Different to having his finger
and very different to having his cock in there.  It was
somehow exciting.  Oh god, she must be so sick to
actually like having him put his tongue into her bum.  So
sick.  Such a slut.

Richard lost track of time as he practically worshipped
at her pussy.  It was as though he was hypnotised as he
licked and sucked his way all around her slit.  Apart
from her clit, his favourite bit was probably her inner
lips.  He kept coming back to them, catching them between
his own lips, flicking them, sucking on them.  Of course
pushing his tongue as far into her cunt as he could was
also a favourite.  And her bum.  Truth was that
everything he did with his mouth between her beautiful
legs was a favourite for him.

He also soon discovered the downside of pubic hair,
getting fine strands of her pubes caught in his mouth but
it was a very small price to pay for the heavenly
rewards.  Maybe later he’d shave her pussy bald the way
they seemed to do in so many of the sex scenes he’d
downloaded.

His licking and sucking brought her to two more
shuddering climaxes before he had to finally stop because
his tongue and jaw were aching.  Sitting back he stared
once again at her … no, at his pussy.  He reckoned he’d
be eating it at least a dozen times a day it tasted so
amazing.

Through it all he hadn’t thought about his own needs but
now that he was sitting back, no longer licking her his
cock demanded attention.  It was hard, aching hard as he
stood and stepped closer to her.  Lying on the table the
way she was, her cunt was at a perfect height for his
cock and, holding his shaft he rubbed the head through
her slit, covering it in her slippery juice.  Then he
held it against her cunthole for a couple of seconds,
before sliding it in to the hilt in one smooth move.

“Ahh.  Fuck.”

“Ohh, yes!  Oh shit you’re cunt is so hot.  And tight.”

She was still lost in the afterglow of her last orgasm
and until his cock plowed all the way into her, his balls
slapping against her bum she had no idea he was about to
fuck … no, to rape her again.  Except it felt good and
being raped shouldn’t feel good.  No, not even good, it
felt great to have him filling her and she hated him for
that.  This was the one thing missing from all the
orgasm’s he’d brought her to with his mouth, something
filling her down there.  And she was tied up, so she
really couldn’t do anything about it this time she
reminded herself as her focus went down to her pussy and
the still new sensation of having it filled with his hard
cock.

Richard stood between her widespread legs, rocking his
hips back and forth, as he stared down, watching his cock
fucking in and out of her tight cunt.  After all the
effort he’d put into eating her out he wasn’t interested
in a long fuck.  This was really just about using her hot
and oh so tight cunt to come into.  With each stroke he
moved faster and faster, pushing for his release until he
was slamming into her so hard that the table was being
pushed across the floor.  Then it happened.

“Oh yeah.  Shit getting there.  Oh fuck!  Coming.  Shit
yeah coming in you again.  Ah, fucking shit!”

Tightening his grip on her thighs he emptied his balls
into her beautiful cunt once again, jerking against her
with each spurt of come till he too was finally spent.
As the last spurt of come pumped out of his cock, his
legs gave way and he collapsed on top of her.

“Oh wow that was great.  It’s so good fucking you.  And
eating you.  That’s awesome.  Wowie!   Mmmm, I love the
taste of your pussy.”

Janet hadn’t even come close to coming this time so there
was nothing to distract her from what she knew she had to
do.

“Thank you master.  Thank you for fucking your slave and
for … for eating your slave.”

“Good slave.  Fucking good slave!”

Chapter 11 - Runaway

He rested on top of her, his head cushioned by her
beautiful boobs for a few minutes until he his breathing
was under control and he was confident his legs would
hold him up again.  Now he knew why most people fucked
lying down.  It was hard to remain standing after coming!
Your legs totally gave out on you.

Pushing himself up he looked down at where they were
still joined.  As he slowly slid his cock out of her cunt
he could see it was smeared with his come and her juice.
Awesome!  It looked so fucking good with their combined
juices on it, incontrovertible proof that after years of
fantasising about it he really was fucking Janet Sheen.

There was no doubt that this morning was proving to be a
brilliant one!  Waking to a blow job, having his naked
slave make breakfast for him, discovering that he loved
the taste of pussy and having a morning fuck.  Life was
so totally perfect and there was a lot of day left in
which to do even more with her.

In some ways Janet would have been happy if he’d left her
tied to the table.  After coming three times she was
feeling truly satisfied and a little bit exhausted.  Even
having his cock in her and him coming in her again hadn’t
really been a problem.  Although she hadn’t come, his
cock, the feel of it deep inside her had felt good,
although she knew it shouldn’t have.

However once he’d pulled out, he moved around the table,
untying her, taking the cuffs off,  finally taking off
her blindfold and she knew she’d have to get up.  She
took a moment to stretch her limbs, not able to really
look at him now she had her sight back, before she
climbed off the table and went down on her knees.  She
knew what she had to do and wasn’t going to risk even
more of his punishments.  Besides she thought as she
started to lick his cock and balls clean of their
combined juice she really didn’t mind the taste.  It was
nice, well naughty and nice she thought, almost giggling.
And it was so much better than his punishments.

“That’s a good slave.  You’re learning.  Umm, yeah.  Lick
my balls clean.”

There was something overwhelming about watching her clean
him like this and each time she’d done it he’d wanted it
to go on forever.  All too soon she’d licked his balls
and pubes clean and she now had half his cock in her
mouth, her cheeks hollowed as she gently sucked on him.
Holding her head he started guiding her mouth.

“Put your hands behind your back.  Now leave them there.”

With her hands behind her something felt different Janet
thought, sucking as hard as she could, her tongue rubbing
against his shaft.  At first she wasn’t sure what it was
then she worked it out.  The other times because she
could use her hands when she’d had to suck him she’d felt
she had a degree of control of the situation even though
he was forcing her to do it.  But with her hands behind
her back and his hands gripping her head, she had no
control.  She was just a mouth … a hole for him to use.
That was it, he was fucking her mouth … her face.  Her
heart plummeted again as the truth that in the last
twenty four hours she had become a thing, a slut to be
fucked in the mouth, the pussy and even the bum struck
home.

With each stroke he pulled her head a fraction of an inch
further onto his cock, feeling his cockhead brushing
across the roof of her mouth each time.  Then she was
pulling back against his hands and he figured he must
have reached her throat.  He was pretty sure this wasn’t
the best position to be in to try to get his cock into
her throat but he wanted to see what would happen anyway.
He’d read about gag reflex in some stories on the net
plus seen it in action on vids he’d downloaded.  Now he
wanted to see what would happen if he actually tried to
fuck her throat.  For the next few strokes he was careful
not to go to far, waiting till she relaxed again, then he
did it, pulling hard on her head, watching as an extra
inch of his cock disappeared and he could feel his
cockhead pressing against what he assumed was her throat.

Janet panicked, gagging as his cock bumped against her
throat.  Her hands came around to his thighs pushing him
away as her head jerked back, her mouth pulling off his
cock.  She spluttered convulsively as her eyes watered.

“Bad slave.  Bad cocksucker.  That’s going to cost you.
I told you to leave your hands behind your back.  You can
put that in your book along with a couple of things from
before.  Let’s see, you didn’t call me master at least
twice and also you told me to stop sucking your clit.
Naughty.  You never tell me to stop something.  And you
never take your mouth off my cock like you just did.
Understand cocksucker?”

“Yes master, sorry master.  It was choking.”

He patted her on the head like you would a pet dog.

“There there, poor little slut.  You’ll just have to
learn not to choke won’t you cocksucker?  Cause I want my
cock all the way in your cocksucking mouth when you suck
it from now on.  Okay, write it up in the book then come
into the family room.  There’s a video I want you to
watch.  Deep Throat.  You’d better watch it carefully
cause later you’re going to show me what you’ve learned.”

“Yes master.”

Deep Throat.  She had a pretty good idea what it was
going to be about and she was pretty certain she wasn’t
going to like it.

She was right.  She didn’t like the movie both for what
it was about which seemed impossible to her and also
because the movie seemed really old and naff.  But she
watched carefully, trying to work out how Linda did it
without choking to death.

He’d left her to watch it by herself, telling her to come
up to his room when it was over so she could show him
what she’d learnt.  It was so hard to go up though
knowing what he was going to make her do.  She just knew
she wouldn’t be able to do it and then he’d hit her for
not doing it.  The trouble was that if she didn’t go up,
if he came down and discovered her waiting down here he’d
also hit her.  No choice.

While Janet was watching the video Richard had gone for a
quick swim and then started doing some work on the photos
he’d taken yesterday, downloading them and touching them
up and making sure that she couldn’t be recognised.  Last
thing he needed was someone from school downloading a pic
of her and recognising her.  That would really blow this.
Still he was going to have a great private collection of
photos of Janet by the time this was all over even if
there were some he couldn’t post.  And he’d already
decided what the next series would be of.  He was so
engrossed in his work that he didn’t hear her come up the
stairs.

She stood in the doorway, arms by her side, waiting for
him to notice her.  When after a while he didn’t turn
around, she cleared her throat.

“Oh, didn’t see you there.”

When he’d turned he was smiling at her but the smile
quickly disappeared and now he was looking angry.  At
first she couldn’t work out what was wrong.  He’d told
her to come up after watching the video, she hadn’t
spoken without permission, she wasn’t trying to cover
herself up.  Shit. She’d forgotten to kneel.  Within
seconds she was on her knees in the position with her
hands on her thighs.

“Too late.  That’ll be a punishment slave.  So, you’ve
finished the video?”

“Yes master.”

“Ready to try?  Well?”

“I … your slave doesn’t think she could do it.”

“Then my fucking stupid slave will just have to keep
trying till she can, won’t she.  Maybe I can think of a
few things that will help you.  You know, like a few
slaps on your bum if you don’t do it.  Or maybe on your
tits?”

“No master.  I mean … your slave means.  Sorry master.
Your slave means she’ll try her best master.”

“Good.  And if your best isn’t good enough I’ll just have
to keep punishing you till it is won’t I?  And to help,
I’ll make the punishment bigger each time till you
finally learn how to do it because you want to be a good
cocksucker don’t you slave.”

“Yes master.”

“Thought so!  But before you show me how you can deep
throat me there’s something else I want you to do.  I
want you to play with yourself while I watch.  So get up
on the bed.  I want you to masturbate till you come.
Okay?”

“Yes master.”

A reprieve!  Well that’s what it felt like she thought as
she crawled to the bed and clambered onto it.  She’d make
this last as long as possible, make it as good as she
could, make him so hot that maybe he’d want to fuck her
instead of making her suck him.  It wasn’t much, but at
least it was something to cling to she thought as she
positioned herself leaning against the bedhead, her legs
spread wide with her feet up near her bum.  Closing her
eyes to block out where she was she brought her hands
down to the inside of her thighs and started brushing her
fingers over them, her touch so light it was almost not
there.  But it was there enough to send a shiver through
her.

Click.

Her eyes flew open to see Richard at the foot of the bed
with a camera pointed at her.  Without thinking she
covered her boobs, brought her legs together and twisted
to one side.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking some pics.”

“No way.”

“What?”

“No way.  You’re not taking any photos of me.  Fuck!”

Instantly they were at an impasse, both of them glaring
at each other, but it was an impasse that Richard knew he
couldn’t afford to lose.  He cursed himself for not
realizing that she’s be pissed off if she knew he was
taking photos of her like this.  He’d forgotten that she
didn’t know about him taking the photos yesterday.  But
he wasn’t going to let her stop him, no way.  He’d show
her who was in charge.  Putting the camera back on his
desk he sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from her,
patting the bed alongside him.

“Come down here.”

Warily she moved down alongside him.

“In your ready position slave.  No stay on the bed but
kneel in position.  Hands behind your back.  That’s
right.”

He half turned towards her and reached out to fondle her
boobs, gently stroking them and holding them.

“They’re so beautiful.  So fucking beautiful.”

Janet wasn’t sure what was happening.  He’d gotten rid of
the camera but it seemed too easy.  As he started to
tweak her nipple she remembered she was meant to thank
him when he said things about her.

“Thank you master.”

“That’s okay slave.  Umm.  Whose boobs are they?”

“What?”

“Whose boobs are they?”

“They’re my … they’re your boobs master.”

“Yep, they’re my boobs.”

His hand moved down rubbing her stomach, her thighs and
then cupping her between her legs.

“And whose cunt is this slave?”

“Your cunt master?  Uhh.”

He’d slipped two fingers into her.  For a while he fucked
her with his fingers, digging them in as far as he could.
She was still wet from their earlier fuck so when he
pulled his fingers out they were covered with their
combined juice.

“Well slave my fingers seem to be covered with come and
cunt juice.  Whose come?”

“Yours master.”

“And whose cunt juice?”

“Yours master.”

Bringing his fingers up to her mouth he smeared the
combined juices over her lips and chin.

“That’s right cunt because you’re mine.  Every part of
your slutty body is mine, isn’t it?  Isn’t it cunt?”

“Yes master.”

When he pushed his fingers into her mouth she dutifully
sucked them clean.

“No bitch.  Tell me.  Don’t just fucking say yes master.”

“My slutty body is yours master.  Uhh.”

He’d jammed his fingers back into her cunt, getting more
juice on them.

“So if I want to take pictures of your fucking slutty
body while you play with your cunt then I can.  Because
you fucking belong to me.  Right cunt.”

“Yes master.”

“You’re starting to piss me off now.  I want to hear you
fucking say it cunt!”

“You can take pictures of me, of my slutty body while I
masturbate.  I mean play with my cunt master.”

This time he wiped his fingers over her cheeks and
forehead.

“Here you go fucktoy.  Some make up.  Now ask me.  Ask me
to take pictures of you.”

“Please master take pictures of me playing with myself.
Please master.”

“Hmm.  Not all that convincing.  Tell you what, I’m just
going to get something.  When I get back I want you to
beg me.  And I want it dirty, really dirty and
convincing.  Okay?”

“Yes master.”

“Because if it isn’t …”

As he left the room she started shaking.  One minute
everything was fine, well maybe not fine but not horrible
like it was now.  Now she was calling herself names and
agreeing to let him take picture of her masturbating.
Names.  She had to think of things to say so he wouldn’t
hurt her when he came back because he seemed really
angry, cold and angry with her this time.

Richard had just remembered that his parents had decided
not to take their movie camera with them.  It took a
while to get it out and make sure he had a tape he could
use so he was gone for about ten minutes.  When he
returned she was still kneeling on the end of the bed.
She stared wide eyed at the camera but didn’t say
anything.

“I thought why take still pics of my slave’s body when I
can film her playing with her cunt.  So let’s make a film
slut.  Your first porno!  Any objections?”

“No master.”

“Good.  Here’s what we’ll do.  When I start filming,
first you say who you are.  That’d be Janet Sheen, sex
slave.  Then you say what you are.  Cum slut, cocksucker,
fuck toy, whore, all those things.  Then maybe say what
you like doing.  Sucking cock, being fucked in the cunt
and fucked in the arse, licking arse.  Then what you’re
going to do.  Masturbate your slimy cunt till you come
like a slut.  And make it good.  Believable.  Or we’ll do
it again and again till you do.  Okay?”

“Yes master.”

“Cause if we have to do it more than a couple of times
then I’ll probably think you’re fucking up on purpose and
have to punish you … a lot.  So, smile for the camera
fuckface.”

Somehow she managed to force a smile onto her face.

“Good.  And when you’ve said it all you can get back up
there and start jerking off.  Okay rolling.  Start
talking cunt.”

“Hi … I’m Janet Sheen and, and I’m a slave, a sex slave.
I love having sex, um, and sucking cock.  I’m a slut, a
cum slut and a cocksucker.  I’m going to masturbate until
I come.”

“Cut, cut, cut.  That was fucking pathetic.  Shit.  Do
you really want me to punish you, is that it?”

“No, I’m sorry master.  I couldn’t remember it all.
Really.  Please let me try again, I’ll be better I
promise master.”

With his free hand he reached out and captured the nipple
on her right boob and holding it tightly, twisted it.

“Ahhh.”

“And stop saying I.  It’s this slave or your slave, not
I.”

“Ohh, sorry master.  Yes master.”

“Okay, let’s try again.  Ready?”

“Yes master.”

“Action.”

“Hi.  My name is Janet Sheen … um … sex slave. This sex
slave is a cum slut, a cocksucker and a, a dirty cunt.
This sex slave loves being fucked in the cunt and in the
arse.  She loves sucking cocks.  This slutty sex slave is
a fuck toy and licks cocks and licks arse.  She is going
to play with her hot cunt and do it until she comes.
Because she’s a … a disgusting, worthless slut.”

Awesome, totally awesome and a totally major turn on.
Especially watching her through the camera.  With his
free hand he waved at her to move back up the bed into
position, following her with the camera.

Janet didn’t care anymore.  She felt so dirty, such a
slut now that it wouldn’t have mattered what he’d wanted
her to do, she’d have smiled and done it.  Probably
crying at the same time for what she’d become.  She
positioned herself against the bedhead, legs again spread
wide, her pussy on view for his camera.  Bringing her
right index finger up to her mouth she licked it making
sure it was wet and, once again closing her eyes, trying
to block out the world, she started masturbating.

Somehow it was even better watching her through the
camera.  It made it feel even more invasive, more
controlling as she started to move her fingers through
her slit.  Zooming in so that he could catch everything
in detail he watched spellbound.  She started by stroking
her wet finger through her slit from just below her cunt
to above her clit.  After doing this about half a dozen
times she left her pussy alone and moved to her thighs,
brushing the inside of them with the fingers of both
hands.  It looked like she was barely touching herself.
After a while the area she was stroking widened to
include her groin area, then the tops of her hips and
finally her flat stomach.  As she continued stroking
herself with this feathery touch, every so often she’d
shiver and he’d see goose bumps breakout on her body.

This went on forever and Richard was about to tell her to
hurry up, thinking she was maybe stalling when with the
index fingers of both hands she started playing with the
silky blonde hairs on her sparse bush.  It didn’t even
look like she was touch her skin, just the hairs on her
mound, her touch was so light.

He almost missed the next development, thinking at first
that the tiny noises he kept hearing were the bed
squeaking, but after the first couple he realised that it
was her, sort of making tiny moaning noises.

She didn’t spend too long playing with her bush, moving
her fingers down along the outside of her pussy lips,
stroking them and pushing them together before she
finally pulled them apart completely revealing her
glistening pink inner lips.  Then she was stroking her
fingers over her inner lips, getting them wet with her
juices.  The way she was going, this video was going to
provide him with jerk off material for the rest of his
life!

“Ohhh.”

This time there was no mistaking her moan as she brushed
a fingertip over her clit.  When she’d started touching
herself it had been hidden but at some stage it had
appeared, poking out of it’s hood like a tiny, smooth,
shiny pearl.  For a while she seemed to concentrate on
her clit, just using one finger which she occassionally
dipped into her pussy folds to keep wet as she continued
to softly moan.

“Ahhh.”

Now the pace was picking up and she slid the index finger
of her other hand inside her cunt and started slowly
working it in and out, gradually increasing speed.  As
she worked her fingers in her cunt and over her clit, he
moved the camera slowly up her body.  The muscles on her
stomach seemed to be almost clenching and releasing in
counterpoint to her finger fucking.  Her chest was
started to rise and fall drawing instant attention to her
firm boobs with their wonderful hard nipples.  Finally,
her mouth and lips were looking more erotic than he could
have ever imagined.  It looked as though she was chewing
on them, first the bottom lip then the top lip and every
so often her tongue would poke out and lick wetly over
them.  Shit, this was awesome.

“Oh yes.”

He zoomed out so he could get all her body.  She now had
two fingers pistoning inside her while the other hand was
brushing back and forth across her clit so fast it was a
blur.  Her hips and whole lower body was squirming as she
obviously moved closer and closer to a climax.  And all
on tape!

“Ahh.  Yes.  Oh, shit.  Yes.  Ohhhh, god.  Ohh, wow.
Yeah.”

She’d done it.  Masturbated for him till she came.
Fucking amazing!  Shit he wished he could tell someone
about this.  This really deserved to be shared although
he knew that he’d never be able to.  Even watching her
come down from her orgasm was great.  She was holding her
pussy with both hands.  It looked like she still had her
fingers inside her and every twenty seconds or so she
tense up, shake and then moan.  Wow.  Maybe she was
having multiple orgasms.

They weren’t multiple orgasms, something Janet was yet to
experience, just the sort of aftershocks she sometimes
had after a really good session.  And this had been a
good session because she’d basically thought fuck him,
she was going to enjoy this for as long as possible.  And
she wasn’t even going to open her eyes till he made her
which of course happened almost as soon as she thought
that.

“So what are you thinking about when you’re getting
yourself off?”

She slowly opened her eyes, not quite sure what he was
asking.

“What master?”

“When you play with yourself, what do you think about.
You know, like who do you think about.  I think about you
a lot when I jerk off.  Bet you didn’t know that.”

She just stared at him, a thousand thoughts suddenly
racing through her mind. Normally when she masturbated
she fantasized about her boyfriend or a potential
boyfriend or someone famous making love to her.  But this
time she’d unknowingly fantasized about him, the person
who’d been raping her.  It had somehow crept up on her as
she lay there.  Lay there performing for him like a slut,
a bitch in heat!

No.  This was wrong.  It was all so wrong, made even more
so because what she’d been thinking about wasn’t him
raping and hurting her.  She’d being remembering him
caressing her, kissing her and licking her.  She’d been
remembering how amazing his cock had felt inside her, how
mind blowing it had been just a couple of hours ago when
he’d brought her to those orgasms with his tongue.

“Hello?  Anyone there?  Hello slave?”

“I’ve got to go.”

“What?”

Already she was off the bed, stepping into her skirt and
picking up her top.

“What the fuck are you doing?  Hey.  What d’you think
your fucking doing?”

“Going.  Have to go.  Have to …”

Before he could stop her she was out the door, pulling
her top on, not even bother to get her shoes.  He
followed her, calling after her but she practically ran
down the stairs and out the front door.

“Come back here.  Come back slave!”

But she didn’t and he stood at his front door, naked,
unable to follow as he watched his slave disappear from
his life.

Chapter 12 - Blackmailed again
Janet didn’t stop till she was safely in her bedroom.
She sat at her dressing table, staring into the mirror,
searching for evidence of the traumatic events she’d been
through.  Nothing.  Surely there should be some external
evidence of what had happened to her but she didn’t look
any different.

At least she was free from him.  Except she knew she’d
never really feel free, not while he still held the
evidence of her’s and Marcia’s cheating.  Not that it
mattered as he’d probably emailed it to everyone by now.
If she thought her life was over before then now she was
sure it was.

If only she could at least talk to someone but the
choices were kind of limited.  Normally if there was a
really big problem in her life she’d talk to her mom
about it but she knew that she had to hide this from her
parents no matter what.  The only other people she could
tell were Kelly who was going to be away for another
fortnight and Marcia who’d be away even longer.

There were other friends but she couldn’t talk to them
about this.  She could just hear the conversations.  “Hi
it’s Janet.  I’ve just been raped and whipped and had all
sorts of horrible things done to me by the guy who lives
next door.  How did it happen?  Well, he did it because I
stole some exam papers and cheated on my exams and he
found out so I agreed to be his sex slave if he wouldn’t
tell anyone.”  Shit!

Staring in the mirror wasn’t helping so she ran a bath
and soaked in it for ages, imagining the water washing
away her problems.  This helped a bit when she was in the
bath but as soon as she got out the problems were back
with a vengence.

Janet spent the next few hours alternately pacing through
the house, trying to watch tv to escape or lying on her
bed, clutching her pillow and fighting back tears.  It
wasn’t until early afternoon that she remembered Marcia
had said she’d occassionally check her email while she
was away.  She turned on her computer so she could send
Marcia an email telling her she had to call her no matter
what.

Richard’s first response was disappointment.  Huge, all
encompassing disappointment as Janet disappeared from his
life.  Then as he shut the front door his disappointment
was swept aside by fear that she’d tell, fear that next
time he opened the front door there’d be a cop standing
there, waiting to arrest him.  Maybe if he got rid of the
evidence he’d be able to deny it all.  First, all the
stuff he had on the computer had to go he thought as he
headed back to his room.

Sitting down in front of his computer he moved the mouse
to deactivate the screen saver and there was the image
he’d been working on in photoshop.  She was naked with
her arms and legs stretched out and the red lines from
where he’d whipped her traced across her beautiful body.
He clicked on the image zooming in till her blindfolded
face and gorgeous tits filled the monitor.  How could he
delete something so special, so sexy?  There must be
another way out of this and even if there wasn’t he’d
prefer to risk being arrested rather than getting rid of
the pictures and the video.

The pictures and the video.  Maybe there was another way.
Maybe he could use them.  Maybe it wasn’t over but he’d
have to hurry.

As Janet loaded her email program her mind was mostly
occupied with working out what she could risk saying to
Marcia.  From force of habit she checked her inbox,
dumping a few spam emails and barely glancing through the
others which she’d reply to later.  However the last
email stopped her dead.

Hi Janet.  This is Richard.  If you want to check out
your new website click on this link.  Lots of pics of you
like the one below and a vid of you doing you know what.
You have two hours to call me to talk about this.

Underneath was a web address and she watched in shock as
an image of her downloaded below the address.  He’d
obviously taken it yesterday after he’d first whipped
her.  For ages she just stared at it, unbelieving that
pictures of her looking like this could exist, unable to
move before she finally hit the delete button.

No.  Wrong.  She had to check out the site, see if it
really existed.  The delete folder.  It was still there.
She dragged the email back to her inbox and with a
sinking heart clicked on the link.  It worked.  There was
a pink background, some text and lots of pictures, all of
her.

Welcome to Janet Sheen’s Teenage Slut site.

I’m Janet and I’m a total teen slut.  I’m only fifteen
but I’m into some heavy shit.  Check out the pictures
below of me tied up after my master has whipped me.  Then
click on the video icon.  This will download my first net
video.  In it I tell you what a slut I am and then I
finger my hot cunt just for you until I come.  I think
you’ll like it because there are lots of close ups of my
tight teen cunt.  If you do like it, email me at the
address below and if you’re lucky I’ll email you back
with my phone number and tell you where I live so you can
come visit and we can fuck and suck all night.

Hope to hear from you soon.

She didn’t bother clicking on the video link.  There
wasn’t any point because even if it didn’t work the
photos were real and there was no doubt it was her behind
the blindfold and the gag.  No doubt it was her?  As if
that mattered when the page was called Janet Sheen’s
Teenage Slut Site.

Yesterday when she’d signed that stupid slave thing to
stop him telling family and friends about her cheating it
was to stop all the people she knew from finding out.  If
she hadn’t maybe she’d have been expelled from her
school, maybe she’d be grounded for a long time but it
probably would only have been for the cheating and it
would have been forgotten eventually.  Not this.  This
was going to be forever.  Everywhere she went, every
person she met for the rest of her life she’d be
wondering if they’d seen this, if they had watched her
masturbate.  If she didn’t do something about it her life
really would be over this time.

She didn’t know how long she sat staring blindly at the
screen before, with trembling hands, she picked up her
phone and dialed Richard.  She hadn’t called his number
for at least three years but she still remembered it from
when they were friends.  So long ago.  Shit, why did she
do what Marcia demanded all those years ago.  Kel was
right, she shouldn’t have shut Richard out of their lives
and now it was too late.

Richard was in the kitchen grabbing some food when he
heard the phone.  Racing for it he skidded to a stop as
he grabbed the handset.

“Hello?  Hello?”

There was no one there.  Shit he must have missed it.  He
was just about to hang up when he thought he heard
something.

“Hello.  Is there …”

“Hi.”

It was Janet, her voice so quiet he barely heard her.
That must be a good sign he thought.  She wasn’t yelling
at him, demanding that he get rid of the web site as he’d
half thought she might.

“Hi.”

“It’s me.  Ummm … I … I saw the email and the …”

“Right … and?”

“Umm, okay.”

He punched his fist into the air, mouthing a silent
victory cry.  It wasn’t over.  He still had her.  More
than had her, she was really totally fucking his now and
she knew it.  She’d tried to get away and now she knew
that she couldn’t.  Ever.

“Okay?”

“I’ll … you know … I’ll do what you want.”

“I’ll?”

There was a long silence before she replied, her voice
almost inaudible.

“Your slave … master.”

“Right.  Better.  You’ve been a naughty little slave
haven’t you?”

“Yes master.”

“A very naughty little slave.  And what happens to
naughty slaves?  Well, what?”

“Punished.”

“Yep.  They’re punished.  Guess what your punishment will
be slave.”

“You’ll … you’ll hit me … hit your slave.”

“Tell you what, let’s play a little game.  I want you to
tell me how many times you think I should hit you.  Not
now.  Tomorrow at nine o’clock when you’ll come over.
Here’s how the game will go.  I know how many hits you
deserve.  If you tell me I should hit you less than I
think then you’ll get your number plus mine.  If you tell
me the same as I think or more, then that’s all you’ll
get.  Understand slave?”

“Yes master.”

“Okay.  Nine o’clock tomorrow morning.  Don’t you dare be
late slave.  And you’d better be able to stay all night
again or else.”

Yes!  It was on again.  Initially, if she’d called and
given in again, he’d planned on telling her to come over
immediately.  But while he was waiting for her call he’d
started thinking about what he wanted to do if she did
come back.  He was going to need lots of preparation time
so he’d decided that he’d have to wait till tomorrow.  It
was going to be worth it though and if he got too horny
waiting he could always jerk off to his new video of her.

Somehow Janet survived when her parents came home and she
had dinner with them without either of them asking her if
anything was wrong.  After dinner she retreated to her
room and spent the next few torturous hours trying to
work out the magic number.  She knew that coming up with
the right sort of number was really important.  If she
said something easy like one or two, he’d probably get
really pissed off and make it lots.  But if she came up
with a bigger number and it was still too small then
she’d be getting that plus whatever he thought.  Finally
she settled on a number which she of course adjusted
constantly every time she thought about it.

Eventually she went to bed but for ages she couldn’t
sleep she was so wound up.  There was a way she knew
which normally helped her fall asleep but it felt wrong
to be doing that tonight so she tossed and turned till
she couldn’t stand it anymore.

Easing her hand down to her pussy, she conjured up images
of one of the guys from her favourite tv show as she
started stroking her finger through her pussy.  She had
to bite on her lip to stop from moaning because she was
very sensitive tonight.  Good though she thought, it
would mean she could get off quickly.  Slipping her
finger inside she covered it with her juices and started
playing with her clitoris, coaxing it out as she started
to think of someone licking her.  It had felt so good, so
complete when he put his mouth on her clitoris, so much
more complete than using a finger was.  And when he’d
licked all over her pussy and pushed the tip of his
tongue into her pussy and even when he put his tongue
into her bum.  But the best part was when he’d sucked her
clitoris into his mouth and she’d exploded in that first
overpowering orgasm this morning.

As she came, one hand pushing into her pussy the other
gripping her bedclothes, images of sucking his cock and
of having his cock in her pussy flashed through her mind.
It was only as she relaxed after the waves of her orgasm
had washed over her that she realised that she’d actually
masturbated with Richard as her fantasy.  Tears rolled
down her cheeks once again.  Even in her fantasies she
couldn’t seem to escape him.

Less that a hundred yards away Richard was also in bed.
His tv was positioned so he could watch in bed and he had
linked the video camera to it.  As the video of Janet
masturbating started and she smiled for the camera,
introducing herself as a sex slave, Richard started
stroking his already hard cock, settling down for a long
stroke session.

Chapter 13 - Twin Peaks

The next morning she waited in her room till her parents
had left for work before venturing downstairs.  After a
quick breakfast she showered and dressed.  That was the
hardest part, working out what to wear because she wanted
to cover herself as much as possible but didn’t want him
to realise it.  If it wasn’t that she knew it would piss
him off she’d have worn baggy pants and a loose top.
What she settled on was a wrap around skirt that came to
just above her knees, pair of her plainest panties and a
sports bra, a crop top that was very loose so that it
didn’t really show off her boobs and a pair of sandals.

By five to nine she was standing outside Richard’s front
door.  Taking a big breath to try and dispel her fear she
reached out, opened the door and stepped inside to find
the ominous leather cuffs laid out on the floor along
with her leash and lying next to it two fake cocks.  To
one side was a tripod with the video camera he’d used to
film her yesterday focused straight at her.

“Good morning slave.”

Her head whipped to the right where there was a small
speaker sitting on a chair.

“That’s right, I’m watching you on the camera and I’m
speaking to you through this.  Shut the door.  Good.  Now
kneel in front of the clothes I’ve prepared for you.
Kneel slave!  Now!”

She dropped to her knees, hands behind her back assuming
the ready position.

“Good slave.  Except you still have your own clothes on.
Bad slave.  From now on as soon as you come in you take
your clothes off.  Now, take everything off, put on your
cuffs and then get back into position.  Come on cunt!”

“Yes master.”

Cunt!  The word reverbrated in her head as she took off
her clothes, not even having time to consider how
pointless it had been taking so much time earlier
deciding what to wear.  Skirt, top, sandals, bra, panties
and she was naked again, shivering now with fear as the
reality of once again being his slave, of having to let
him degrade and hurt her struck home.  The embarrassment
of having no clothes on also flooded back and she had to
work hard to control her urge to cover her tits and
pussy.  Picking up the cuffs she started putting them on,
starting with her wrists and them twisting around to put
the ankle cuffs on before locking the collar around her
neck.  Then she was back in position, clothes scattered
around her, eyes staring at the floor, trying not to look
at the two horrid fake cocks in front of her as she
became conscious of her nipples, hard and pointing
straight at the camera.

“Good slave.  That’s the way you should be all the time,
naked, on your fucking knees, ready to be used like the
fuck slut you are.  Now for the interesting stuff.  I
hope your cunt is wet because you have 30 seconds to get
the vibrator up there.  That’s the pink plastic cock.
Starting now!”

Reaching out with a shaking hand she picked up the
vibrator.  It looked so real, at least seven inches long
and probably as thick as Richard’s cock.  Kneeling up she
slowly brought it between her legs till the head was
against her hole.  With the fingers of her other hand she
spread her pussy lips apart both thankful and disgusted
when she felt the slickness on her fingers.  Thankful
because it meant that she was wet enough to put the
vibrator in without having to hurt herself, disgusted
because it was just another bit of proof that she really
was a slut.

“Ten seconds.”

“Uhhh.”

She doubled over as the head slid inside, once again
trying to get used to the feel of something this big
inside her pussy.

“Five seconds bitch.  Hurry up if you don’t want your
punishment to be even worse than it’s going to be.”

Taking a big breath she pulled her hand up, the vibrator
sliding all the way into her till it hit the top of her
pussy.

“Uggh.”

“Good slut.  Leave it there.  Now the butt plug.  That’s
the black cock of course, fat on one end, skinnier in the
middle.  It goes up your arse.  And because I’m kind I’ll
let you grease it first.  Forty seconds to grease it and
fuck it up your arse.”

Straightening up she looked at the black thing in front
of her and then up at the camera as though she might be
able to actually see him, mouth open in shock as she
realised exactly what he wanted her to do.

“Yes cunt, up your tight arse.  Time’s ticking away.  If
I were you I’d get that tube of KY and get to work.
Otherwise I’ll have to punish you so bad for not doing
what you’re told.  Good little slut, that’s the way.”

With trembling hands she gingerly picked up the tube of
KY and then the plug by its base.  She squeezed a glob of
lubricant on it and started carefully rubbing it over the
thing.

“Twenty seconds left.  I’d hurry up if I were you.  And
you might want to stick some of that up your arse as
well.”

The panic almost overwhelmed her.  She didn’t know if
she’d be able to push this thing into herself but she
knew she’d have to try.

“Fifteen seconds cunt.”

Putting the dildo down she bent over, her head on the
floor and her arse sticking up in the air.  Reaching
behind herself she squirted the KY against her arsehole.
Dropping the tube she spread it around, finally pushing a
finger into herself.

“Ahh shit.”

She pushed her finger around a bit, trying to spread the
slippery stuff as much as she could.  Her other hand
groped around on the floor till she found the dildo
again.  Holding it against her arsehole she presses but
there was no way she could do it.

“Five seconds bitch.”

Squeezing her eyes tightly shut she pulled forward as
hard as she could.

“Ahhhh … oh fuck … uhhhh.”

Toppling over she fell on her side, shaking with the
shock of what she’d done to herself.  It felt so big,
filling her bum and pushing up against the vibrator that
was jammed into her pussy.  After the initial jab of pain
that had caused her to lose her balance, it didn’t really
hurt but it felt so unnatural, so disgustingly dirty to
have these two things filling her down there.

“Okay, you made it just in time.  Now get back on your
knees.  Come on slave, get on your fucking knees.  Get up
you fucking cunt!”

Shakily she knelt back up, every move reminding her of
the two objects now invading her body.

“Yeah that’s good.  Okay slut, now you’re just the way
you should be all the fucking time, cock filling your
cunt and your arse.  Now put on the leash and get on all
fours and crawl to me.  You’ve got two minutes to find me
fuck toy.”

Richard was in the family room, sitting naked in a chair,
one hand holding a microphone, the other slowly stroking
his hard cock, watching the tv screen that he’d connected
to the video camera.  It was on a wide view and he’d seen
everything that Janet had done for him.  Now as he
watched she was moving off screen, crawling as fast as
she could to find him.  His slave was coming to him and
he knew that now she’d do everything he told her to do
and that she’d never run away from him again.

As she crawled she hoped that he hadn’t gone upstairs
because she knew she be late if that was the case.  First
she tried the lounge room but that was empty so she
headed for the family room where he’d hurt her so badly
the first day.  There she found him waiting for her.  She
stopped in the doorway, on all fours, and they stared at
each other, her eyes filled with defeat, his with
victory.

“Hello slave.  You made it with thirty seconds to spare.
Good slave.  Come on, over here and in position.”

She stopped in front of him and knelt again, hands behind
her back and eyes down.  Standing up he circled her
before crouching in front of her, tilting her head up so
he could stare into her eyes.  On hand reached between
her legs so he could touch his new toys, buried inside
her.  He pushed on the butt plug making her grunt and
then he twisted the vibrator which elicited a small moan
from her.

“Like my new toys do you slut?  Well cunt?”

“Yes master, your slave likes your new toys.”

Taking hold of her naked breasts, he caressed them for a
while before starting to squeeze them.

“You were a very bad slave running away yesterday so as
we agreed I’m going to have to punish you for being so
bad.  And I’m going to really enjoy it bitch.”

By now he was holding her hard nipples between finger and
thumb, and he started clamping down and twisting, sending
lances of pain darting through her breasts.

“Ahhhhhh!”

Somehow she held on, staying in position until he finally
released them.

“That’s a good slave.  Didn’t pull away.  So, what do you
think your punishment should be?”

She was so terrified that whatever she said he’d tell her
it was wrong and just add it to what he wanted that for a
few moments it was like she was struck dumb.  Eventually
she whispered the number she’d come up with.

“Sixteen master.”

“Sixteen?  So you think sixteen is enough for running
away do you?  Really?”

“No, yes.  More?  I … your slave doesn’t know.  I’m …
she’s sorry master.  Should it be more?  Please master.
I’ll … your slave will say more if you want her to.”

“No slave.  The deal was that you say what you think.
And you did that, you said sixteen.  Now if I thought you
should get twenty, then you’re going to get thirty six
aren’t you?”

“Yes master.”

She’d got it wrong.  She should have said more, now it
was going to be twice as bad.  More.  Finally the tears
started trickling down her cheeks.

“But I was only going to give you twelve, so it’ll just
be the sixteen that you think you deserve slave.”

“What?  Only sixteen?  Oh, thank you master, thank you.”

Her relief was palpable.  Sixteen, not thirty six.

“Next thing is should I use my hand or should I use the
whip?  Which hurts more?  Well slave girl, which one
hurts more?”

“The whip master.”

“Right.  So which do you think it should be?  Should I
whip you, which you say will hurt more or should I just
spank you?”

It was like a trick question and she had no idea what
would happen if she got it wrong.  If she said spanking
maybe he’d just whip her anyway or maybe even punish her
more for asking for the one that wasn’t going to hurt as
much.  But if she said whip then that was probably all
that would happen.

“I’m waiting cunt.  Tell me which one you think you
fucking deserve or I’ll do sixteen of both.”

“Whip master.”

“Okay.  Good choice.  That’s what I think.  So let’s get
started.  Get down on the floor over here on your
stomach.  Come on, face here and feet her.  That’s right.
Now attach you ankles to these.  Come on, hurry up slut.
Okay left hand here.  Lock it on.  Now put your right
hand here.  Good slave.”

Richard had set up four ropes on the floor that were tied
off to different parts of the wall.  After he’d secured
the cuff on her right hand to the final rope she was
spreadeagled on the floor, her arms and legs forming
right angles.  He then grabbed her hair in one hand,
using it to lift her head up.

“Open up.  Need to put the gag in cause I think you’ll be
screaming a lot.  There we go, just making sure it’s
tight.”

With the gag secure he moved down to her hips and taking
hold of the flange of the butt plug, he tapped his finger
on it.  This was so fucking amazing.  He had a fake cock
up the arse of Janet Sheen!  Then he twisted it which
caused her to jerk and grunt.

“Like that bitch?  Like having your arsehole stuffed?
And your cunt stuffed.  Want me to turn on the vibrator?
Of course you do because you’re a slut, aren’t you?”

Apart from her muffled grunt, there was no obvious
reaction when he switched on the vibrator but he guessed
they probably took a while to have any effect.  Not that
he really cared because now he wanted to get on with her
punishment which would be followed by his first come of
the day and he had something special planned for that.

Janet’s concentration was now on her pussy and the
vibrating cock that was filling her.  Even in this
terrifying position she could still feel the first
tendrils of pleasure seeping in. The movement in her
pussy seemed to be making it easier to have the other
thing stuck inside her bum.  In fact the way the vibrator
was moving against the other thing was already starting
to feel nice.

Pain!

Her whole body exploded, jerking with the incredible pain
that slashed across her bum.  She twisted her head to the
other side, craning up to try and see where he was as the
second stroke landed on her already stinging bum.

The whip he’d chosen was a single strand one, about four
feet long with a braided handle that added another foot
to it.  He hadn’t used it on her before but the way she
was jerking about it was obvious that it hurt even though
he hadn’t swung very hard.  He’d have to be careful
because he didn’t want to hurt her too much, just enough
to show her that she couldn’t piss off on him like she
had any more.

“This one is going to go from your right shoulder
diagonally across your back.  Ready?  Yeah, perfect, now
I just have to move around to get the other side.  Okay,
that looks great, there are these two red stripes now.
Looks like a cross on your back.  I hope you like it.
Now for you legs bitch.”

Methodically he worked his way over her body.  The worst
part was probably the way he’d tell her each time exactly
where he was going to hit her.  Most of the time he even
bent down and traced a line over her body with his
fingernail as he told her where he was going to try to
land the whip.  Then he’d wait, letting her imagine it
before striking.  And with every stroke she jerked and
grunted, fresh waves of pain radiating through her poor
body.  He lashed her sixteen times till her body was
patterned with angry looking red stripes.

“Well cunt, that’s your sixteen lashes.  Now it’s time
for me to have some fun.  Can’t have you being the only
one enjoying yourself can we?  Umm, trouble is your cunt
and your arsehole seem to be full, and your mouth is full
too isn’t it.  Guess I’ll just have to work something
else out.  Here, roll over and spread yourself out
again.”

He’d undone her restraints and flipped here over onto her
back causing her to jerk with pain as her bum and back
hit the floor.  Quickly he re-cuffed her into the
spreadeagled position and them knelt over her, sitting on
her stomach.  He’d discarded the whip and was now holding
a small bottle and a pillow which he roughly pushed under
her head.

“This is for under your head so you can see what’s
happening.  Oil’s for your big tits.  Need them nice and
slippery for the next thing bitch.”

Pouring the massage oil on her tits he spread it all over
them, making sure that there was plenty of oil in the
valley between her tits before he discarded the bottle.
Leaning forward he rested his cock in between her tits,
one hand cupping the outside of each tit.

“Know what I’m going to do now cunt?  I’m going to fuck
your tits and then I’m going to come all over your
fucking face.  And don’t you dare close your fucking eyes
or I’ll whip your fucking tits.  That’s better slave.”

Pressing her tits together he closed them around his cock
and then started moving his hips back and forth.

“Oh yeah, like that slut?  Like having a cock fucking
between your big fat tits?  Of course you do because your
a cock sucking, come eating little cunt aren’t you slave?
Yeah, that feels real good.”

Her mind was slowly clearing from the shock and the pain
of the whipping and it wasn’t till he was pushing her
tits together, his cock was moving between them that she
really understood what was happening.  She’d never heard
of anything like this, using a girls tits so that a guy
could come till he’d threatened to do it to her on the
first day.  But it was just another of the perverted
things that he was doing to her.  His cockhead kept
appearing and disappearing as it moved through the tunnel
he’d formed.  All she could do was lie there, waiting for
his cock to spew his come all over her and listen to him
saying all the horrible things about her.

Already he could feel the pressure building in his balls
and this time he wasn’t worried about trying to hold
back.  He wanted to come on her, wanted her to be
humiliated and suffer for running away.  He squeezed her
tits together even harder, fingers sinking into them, not
caring how much it hurt her.  With every stroke the
underside of his cock and his balls were rubbing over her
breastbone and he was getting closer and closer.  Sliding
his hands up a bit he took her nipples between thumb and
forefinger, holding them lightly, waiting for that
glorious moment when he would come.

By now she was getting used to the pain in her tits and
the pleasure from the vibrator in her pussy started to
intrude.  She tried to concentrate on the pleasure
building in her pussy, wanting to block out what he was
doing but it was impossible to do as he gripped her
tortured tits even harder.  As she watched his cockhead
constantly appear and reappear from between her squashed
tits she knew that soon it would be spewing his load all
over her face, just like in the videos she watched.

“Get ready cunt, get ready for a cum bath.  Ahhh, fuck
yes.”

The first spurt of come splattered over her face, leaving
a trail from her forehead, across her left eye and onto
her cheek.  But the worst part was the pain.  As he came,
he clamped down on her nipples as hard as he could.  Her
body jerked, trying desperately to escape the searing
pain.  He kept thrusting through her tits, another spurt
of come splattering over her face with each upward
thrust.  And as each glorious spurt of come coursed
through his cock he tortured her nipples again, making
her jerk her bound body uncontrollably.  It felt like he
was like riding a wild horse as she tried unsuccessfully
to throw him off her which just spurred him to pinch her
nipples even harder.

“Oh fuck yeah.  Fucking cunt!  Covering your fucking
face.  Oh shit, right up your fucking nose.  Awesome.
You bitch, take it all slave.”

After the first half dozen spurts of come her face was
covered, globs of come in her hair, on both eyes, cheeks
and even in her nose.  Letting go of her bruised tits he
grasped his cock and started jerking off, milking the
rest of the come out so that finally there were creamy
strands of come on her neck and over her heaving tits.

“Yeah, cum slut.  That’s what you are, my come slut.  Oh
fuck that’s good.”

He stayed kneeling over her for ages, slowly stroking his
still hard cock as he looked in awe at the sight.  From
her tits up there were ropey stings of his come which in
some places was slowly dribbling down her face and tits.
As he watched, one strand rolled down her cheek and
pooled in her ear while another rolled down the slope of
her tit to puddle on her stomach.

Finally he climbed off her.

“That’s all for now, slave.  But you can stay there for a
while, maybe think about what a bad slave you’ve been.
And while you’re thinking about what a naughty cunt
you’ve been you can watch some more videos.”

He’d dubbed a four hour tape the night before.  It had
some of the ‘How to Please Your Man’ videos on it
interspersed with some really hardcore vids he’d
collected.  They were bondage, gangbang and rape scenes,
really heavy stuff.  He had the TV set up on a trolley
with a special arm so that it could be suspended over her
head.  Wheeling it over her started the tape.

“Now I want you to enjoy yourself while you watch the
videos.  And you’d better fucking watch every second of
them because I might just test you on them.  Plus some of
them are sort of a warning of what will happen to you if
you keep being a naughty slave.  See this?  This will
help you enjoy.  It plugs into your vibrator to make sure
that the batteries don’t run out.  External power.”

It was just an AC adaptor which meant that the vibrator
could run forever.  Crouching between her splayed legs he
grasped the vibrator, pulling it almost all the way out.
Yet another turn on for him as he saw how wet and slick
it was from her cunt juice.  She must be getting turned
on from it even with him whipping her he thought as he
started working it in and out of her wet cunt a few times
before plugging in the adaptor.  Then he changed the
setting to variable.  See how she liked that!

Picking up his digital camera he took a few shots before
hitting the play button on the vid and leaving her.


Chapter 14 - Spa Time

She watched him leave, praying that he wouldn’t whip her
anymore as she didn’t know if she could take it.  She
certainly wasn’t going to be doing anything to annoy him
ever again.  Then the video started and she watched
carefully, knowing that if he asked her a question about
it and she didn’t know the answer she’d be in trouble and
trouble meant pain.

First there was some of the anal sex video she’d watched
the first day.  All the scenes were from the second half
of the video and in all of them the girls were telling
the men how great it was, how good it felt.  She also
noticed how the girls all played with themselves, rubbing
their clits and fingering themselves while the guys had
their things in their bums.  So, if he did it to her like
that again, she make sure she told him it was great and
also she’s play with herself while it was happening.  The
other thing was that when the guys were ready to fuck
them in the bum, the girls would reach behind themselves
and hold the cheeks of their bums, pulling them apart to
make it easier for the guy.

That section lasted for about fifteen minutes before
another video started.  This one was like a home video
and it was just a girl and guy fucking except that the
girl was really young, younger than Janet by the look of
it and the guy was probably her dad’s age.  But the girl
seemed to be really experienced and she played with the
guy’s cock for ages, stroking it and kissing it before he
put it in her.  She also played with his balls a lot,
even when he was fucking her.  It wasn’t just that she
was touching and kissing the man though, it was like she
was nuzzling him down there as if she totally loved his
cock and balls and everything.  Lesson two she guessed,
it wasn’t just doing it, but how she did it that was
important.

It was as she was watching this one that the constant
movement of the vibrator started to get to her.  It
became harder and harder to focus on the screen until
finally she came, the familiar pleasure washing over her
as she jerked against the ropes that were still binding
her.  It felt good because the pleasure helped to dim the
memory of the pain from her whipping and the ache in her
tits where he grabbed them so hard.

When she finally focused on the screen again the video
had changed and was showing some of the cocksucking
lessons she’d already seen and she made sure she watched
carefully, trying to make mental notes of all the
different things the women did.  With the vibrator
keeping her turned on, watching these videos tied to the
floor wasn’t as horrible as she’d thought it would be.
That is until the next one started.

It was terrifying.  A woman with big boobs was tied
upside down to a cross.  There were lots of ropes and
they were wrapped really tightly around her so that her
flesh bulged out.  Not just on her ankles and wrists
though.  There were ropes around her knees, thighs, arms,
waist and there were even ropes around the base of her
boobs.   These were tied really tightly, squeezing the
flesh of her boobs so they were two bloated balls bulging
on her chest.  She had nipple rings and it even looked
like there was a ring at her pussy.

Two guys appeared and she started to beg them not to hurt
her but they did, whipping her for a long time until her
whole body including her bound tits was covered in angry
red welts.  They were hitting the woman a lot harder that
Richard had hit her and the way she was screaming it
obviously was hurting her a lot.

The lesson from this one seemed pretty clear.  The next
time she did something wrong he’d hurt her a lot more
than this time.

When the whipping video finished there was a scene from
one of the videos from the first day.  This was followed
by what seemed to be normal porn with a girl giving a guy
a blowjob but the next one was really even more
horrifying than the whipping video.  A girl was tied up
an platform with her legs pulled up over her head
exposing her pussy and a man in a really gross leather
costume was dropping hot wax from a candle on her tits
and pussy.

That’s the way it continued, with a mix of videos, the
only real constant being that the vibrator didn’t stop.
Over the next few hours she came four more times.  By the
time Richard came in to check on her she was exhausted
from the combination of what was started to seem like
coming constantly and having to watch the videos with the
whipping and other horrible things in them.

He’d waited as long as he could before he’d come back.
As tempting as it would have been to have seen how she
responded to having the vibrator working inside her, he’d
thought it would be better leaving her alone to watch the
videos.  He’d filled in the time with a swim and then
he’d downloaded the new pics he’d taken and tidied them
up.  Now however he knew the video would be close to over
and more importantly he was getting impatient to feel his
cock inside her once again.  More specifically, all the
way inside her throat. There was something so compelling
about the idea of having his cock so far in her mouth
that her lips would actually be pressing into his groin
and pubic hair that he didn’t want to wait a minute
longer.

That is until he walked into the room and he stopped in
the doorway, awestruck by the sight before him.  Within
the confines of her restraints she was sort of squirming
and it was so incredibly erotic.  Probably the most
erotic thing he’d ever seen.  He quickly pushed his
swimmers off and holding his rapidly growing cock moved
over to her.  He’d been so engrossed in her squirming
hips that it wasn’t until he was standing alongside her
that he realised her eyes were shut tight and she didn’t
seem to be aware that he’d come in.

As he started masturbating in earnest her squirming
increased and then her hips started moving, pushing up
off the floor and then dropping down again.  Shit this
was better than any porno movie.  There were muffled
noises coming from her gagged mouth, almost like growls.
Then her body started twitching and jerking as if she was
having a fit and he realised that she must be coming.
Although when he’d left her with the vibrator going he’d
sort of hoped she’d come, he didn’t really think she
would, not after he’d whipped her.  Wow.  He thought in
real life it was only guys who came all the time but
maybe not, maybe girls were like that too.

This was way too much to watch without doing something.
He started moving his hand faster on his cock, brushing
his thumb over the head, getting closer and closer.  The
sight was just so incredible.  She was still twitching a
bit, and her body was covered with a sheen of sweat and
of course his dried come was still on her face and upper
body.

“Hey slut.  Enjoying yourself watching the vids are you?
Fuck, that looked so fucking amazing when you come. The
way your body goes crazy, awesome.  You did come didn’t
you slut?”

She jerked her eyes open, mortified that he’d come back
to see her like this only to find him standing alongside
her, playing with himself.  As she stared up at him he
stepped over her so he was straddling her and he aimed
his cock down at her.  She watched spellbound as his hand
moved in a blur on his hard cock and then suddenly he
slowed, seeming to grip it even tighter.

“Oh, yeah, I’m coming slut.  Of fuck yeah!  Jerking off
all over your fucking body.  Yeah!  Fuck that’s great.
Oh fuck here it comes slut!”

As she stared up the little hole on the head of his cock
opened and white globs of his come erupted out, arcing
through the air before landing all over her.  The first
spurt reached up to her head leaving a strand in her
hair.  The next landed on her face and the rest traced
creamy lines of hot come on her breasts and stomach.
Come.  She was covered in it like some sort of nasty
slutty piece of trash.  And even worse, it didn’t worry
her because after everything that she been through today,
it somehow felt right to have his come all over her naked
body as she lay there still recovering from her last
orgasm.

As he milked the last couple of drops out of his cock his
legs gave out on him again and he dropped down, kneeling
over her hips.

“Yeah, that was great.  And you look so fucking sexy with
my come all over you.  Shit that looks good.”

As he got his breath back he reached behind with one
hand, grasping the base of the vibrator and started
moving it around.

“Like your vibrator do you.  I brought it specially for
you.  Sure looked like you enjoyed it slave.  Fuck, the
way you were bouncing around.  Jeez, I wish I’d filmed
that.”

He worked the vibrator in and out a few times before
sliding it all the way out.  Holding it up to his face he
inhaled.

“Mmmm.  Smells good.  You smell so good.”

Then he wiped it on her boobs and cheeks, adding her
juice to his come which was already streaked all over her
upper body.  What a spin out, to be rubbing his and her
come over her boobs and face with a fake cock.  This one
was something he’d never actually dreamed of doing, never
fantasised about.  Wow.  He, Richard Marks was kneeling
over a tied up and naked Janet Sheen while he smeared
come over her boobs using a fake cock.  Life was totally,
definitely great!

As great as this was, it was time to move on as there
were lots of other totally, definitely great things he
wanted to do with her today and he didn’t really want her
covered with come for them.  Like when she deep throated
him!

Putting the vibrator down he released the cuffs on her
ankles.  Pushing her legs up in the air he grabbed the
butt plug and twisted it out of her bum.  Next took off
the gag and then released her hands.

As he was releasing her Janet was carefully planning what
she knew she had to do when she was free.  As soon as her
hands were released she tried to get up but found it
wasn’t easy.  Her body was stiff from being tied down for
so long but she persevered, ignoring the aches in her
limbs as she rose to her knees.  Hands behind her back,
she knelt in the ready position with her eyes downcast.
When she spoke her voice was cracking from having the gag
in her mouth for so long but she didn’t let that stop
her.

“Thank you master for punishing your slave.  She promises
she’ll never do anything bad ever again master.  Your
slave will never ever run away again master.  And thank
you for fucking her tits and for coming all over her
face.  And thank you master for … for, umm, wanking over
your slave and coming on her bod … her slutty body
master.”

Richard had been collecting the cuffs and toys when she
started speaking.  He slowly turned to watch her as she
finished her speech.  It was so unexpected that his first
thought was that she was sending him up but she obviously
wasn’t.  His second thought was jubilation.  Yes!  It had
worked!  He restrained himself from punching the air in
victory though.  He knew he had to play the master now,
not show any weakness.

“So slave, did you like having your big tits fucked?”

“Oh yes master, your slave loved it when you fucked her
big tits.”

“And what about when I come on your face and all over
you?  You like that slave?”

“Yes master.  Your slave loves being covered with your
beautiful come master.”

“Good.  Very fucking good.  Hey, let’s have a spa.  Want
to?  It’ll clean you up too.”

“Ummm, yes master.”

“Come on.”

Holding his hand out to her he helped her to her feet and
they headed out to the pool, hand in hand like boyfriend
and girlfriend.

He hit the button and the jets started bubbling away as
they slipped into the heated water.  They sat opposite
each other, their legs bumping in the turbulent water.
Janet closed her eyes, allowing the water to pummel some
of the tension out of her muscles.  For a while the only
sound was the splashing of the water.

“You remember when my Dad got this?  I reckon we spent
that whole summer in here we thought it was so great.”

“Yes master.”

“We must have been eight?  God that seems like a long
time ago.  You, me and Kel … yeah, a long time ago.”

She hadn’t thought about it for a long time but she did
remember.  Not just the spa but lots of times playing and
hanging out with Richard and Kelly, especially during the
holidays when they were kids.  When he still liked her,
when he didn’t hate her like he obviously did now.

She opened her eyes, not sure if she was meant to
respond.  He was staring at her but she didn’t think he
wanted her to reply.  Then it didn’t matter anyway
because without warning she started shivering and
couldn’t have said anything.  It was really scary because
the water was hot but she was shivering as if she was
freezing to death and her teeth were actually chattering.
She desperately tried to stop, scared that he’d think she
was doing it on purpose but she couldn’t stop it.

Through the spray from the bubbling water it took a while
for Richard to see that something was wrong.  At first he
wasn’t sure but when she brought her hand out of the
water to brush her hair out of her eyes and it was
shaking so hard that she couldn’t control it he knew
there was something wrong and for the first time since
he’d started this journey he started to worry.

“Hey, are you okay?”

She tried to answer but she couldn’t get her mouth to
work.

“Janet?  What’s up?  Janet?”

Moving to the other side of the spa he took her by the
shoulders.

“What is it?”

Finally she was able to get a few words out.

“Cold … can’t stop shivering.”

He pulled her into his arms, holding her against him in
the bubbling water, stroking her head and her back.  He
had to quell his rising panic.  Maybe he’d gone too far.
Maybe the whipping or maybe even the movies were too much
for her and she was having an attack of some sort.  Apart
from holding her he didn’t know what he could do.  It
wasn’t as though he could call her parents or something
like that.

“But the water’s warm.  Hey, it’s okay.  Come on calm
down.  Janet.  Calm down.”

“Can’t.  Sorry.  Can’t help it.  Trying.”

Then it was like a dam had burst and the shivering
stopped as she started sobbing with huge gut wrenching
sobs.

“You … you hate me.”

“What?”

“You hate me.”

“No.  No I don’t.  I don’t hate you Janet.  The
opposite.”

“Yes you do.  You hate me.  You hurt me.  I don’t … Oh
no.  No!  Sorry master.  Please don’t hurt your slave
again.  Please she’s sorry for saying I.  She promises
never ever to say it again.  Please don’t hurt her
anymore.”

In between her sobs and her spluttered pleas she was
kissing his neck and up to his chin, trying to find his
mouth.  He held her head in his hands, forcing her to
look at him.

“I don’t hate you.  I could never hate you.”

“But you must.  You must.  Why are you hurting me if you
don’t hate me?  Your slave doesn’t understand.  Your
slave thought we were friends.  Please don’t hurt me
anymore, your slave will be good, so good.  Do everything
you want, everything you like.  Please master, please
don’t whip your slave … or do the other horrible things
to her.  Please master.”

He should have been pleased, elated even, to have her
apparently broken like this but he wasn’t.  He wanted her
to be his slave but he didn’t want her to be sobbing.  He
didn’t want her to be scared of him like she must be.  It
wasn’t like this in his fantasies.  Sure, she cried and
all that but this was different.

“Calm down.  I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Your slave thought we were friends.  But you hate me.”

“Look, I don’t hate you okay.  And you know, I thought we
were friends too but you’re the one who hasn’t been a
friend.  Anyway, I’m not going to whip you again, okay.”

“Oh, thank you master … and …”

“What?”

“The other things?”

The comments about friends had brought back some of his
anger with her so when she said ‘other things’ he wasn’t
impressed, assuming she was talking about them having
sex.  He was starting to suspect that maybe she was
trying to get out of everything, trying to trick him.
Although maybe not considering how she was holding him,
her hands digging into him and her body pressed against
his.

“What other things?”

“The, the wax and ropes and needles and all those
things.”

“Shit no.  I’m not going to do that.  I’m sorry, I’d
never do anything like that to you.”

“Oh thank you master, thank you.  Your slave was so
scared.  Thank you master.”

She pushed her head forward and started planting tiny
kisses all over his face before burying her head against
his shoulder as her crying finally subsided into
occasional whimpers.

They stayed like that for a while, both lost in their
thoughts until Richard broke the silence.

“You know I’ve been wanting to see that new scary movie.
Want to go downtown and see it today?”

“What master?”

“You and me.  Let’s go and see a movie.”

“Oh … okay master.  Your slave would like that master.”

Chapter 15 - Scary Movie

Richard was toweling himself off and had assumed she’d be
doing the same until he turned around.  He couldn’t help
smiling.  She looked like a drowned cat, quietly standing
alongside the spa, eyes downcast, hair wet and water
still dripping off.  Picking up a dry towel he gently
draped it over her shoulders.

“Here, dry yourself off.  Come on.”

She slowly started drying herself, enjoying the
protective feel of having the towel around her.

“If we’re going into town then I guess we’d better put
some clothes on?  Unless you’d like to go like this?”

Her head jerked up and she stared wide-eyed at him, not
sure if he was serious.

“Nope, didn’t think so.  Well, your clothes should still
be where you took them off.  Ahh, do you want to have a
shower first?”

“Yes please … master.”

“Okay, why not use the downstairs one.”

“Okay master.  Umm, master?”

“Yeah?”

“My clothes.  If we’re going into town could … umm, could
your slave wear something different.”

The words just came out of her mouth!  She couldn’t
believe she was actually worried about what she was going
to be wearing.  What she should be worrying about was
friends seeing her and asking why she was out with him.
What she should be worried about was what Marcia would
say when she found out.  Then again what did it matter
what Marcia or anyone else thought now.  It was probably
too late to be worrying about anything like that.  She
was his slave for god’s sake.  What did it matter if she
wore daggy clothes to town or what people thought about
her.

“Sure.  After you shower we can go over to your place and
you can change.”

Half an hour later Richard was standing in the holy or
holies!  Well maybe that was a tiny exaggeration.  Of
course he’d been in Janet’s bedroom countless times in
the past but that was when they were kids, when being in
a girl’s bedroom didn’t mean anything special.  She
wasn’t even really a girl to him then, just his friend.
However over the last couple of years since he’d started
thinking of her as a girl he’d fantasised about being in
here countless times.  In none of those fantasies were
they playing kid’s games either.  They were pure teen
male sex fantasies.

He moved around her room, breathing deeply, taking it all
in before he sat on her bed to wait for the fashion show.
The room smelt so good, so like her, and there were Janet
things scattered everywhere.  Stuffed toys, posters,
makeup, clothes, photos.  At least one of the photos was
familiar because he had a copy in his room.  He was
surprised she still had it, he’d thought she’d have
thrown it away.  It was a pic of the three of them,
Kelly, Janet and Richard, all making daggy faces,
standing alongside her computer and he was holding the
game he’d given her.  Her twelfth birthday.

There was a bunch of dirty clothes in the corner
including panties and bras and even that was perversely
exciting.  Considering he’d been holding her naked body a
short time ago it seemed stupid to be excited by the
sight of her dirty bras and panties but what the hell.

Janet hadn’t thought ahead to Richard being with her when
she changed but of course he was.  She wasn’t in a
position where she could complain or ask him to leave but
now they were here, she couldn’t do it.  For some reason
this was way too embarrassing and she knew she wouldn’t
be able to take her clothes off, not here in her own room
with him watching.  This was her private sanctum and now
even this was being invaded.

“Umm.  You know maybe I … umm your slave doesn’t need to
change.  This’ll do.  Come on.”

“No it’s okay.  We’re here now.  So, what’d you want to
wear.”

“Really it doesn’t matter.”

He didn’t know why she suddenly didn’t want to change but
now that they were here, he wanted to watch her strip for
him in her own room.  Minor turn on!  Of course a couple
of days ago it would have been a major turn on.

“Hey, if we’re going out then I want you to look good.
So show me what you’re going to wear.  Slave.”

“Yes master.”

Opening her closet she grabbed the first thing without
really looking and held it out to him.

“Probably this master.”

“Oh.  I mean that looks like it’d be okay but isn’t there
anything, you know, sexier.  I mean, well you know, I’ve
seen you looking really hot sometimes.  Ahh, that’s not
what I mean.  You look hot all the time but sometimes
I’ve seen you wearing clothes that are really hot too.”

She busied herself in the closet, looking for something
better as she digested what he’d just said.  It was the
bit about looking hot all the time that was confusing.
The way he said it was like a compliment but he didn’t
like her so why would he compliment her.  Today was
giving her a lot to think about that was for sure.  When
she turned back she had one of her fav skirts and tops,
ones she really would have chosen if she was going
downtown to see a movie with a guy.

“This master?”

“Yeah I think that looks better.  Let’s see.”

The urge to turn away while she changed was really hard
to fight but she somehow managed to, knowing it wouldn’t
be received all that well.  At least she still had her
panties and sports bra on although that didn’t stop her
blushing as she quickly pulled off her top and unwrapped
her skirt.  She was about to step into the new skirt when
he stopped her.

“Whoa.  Hang on.  Now I don’t claim to know much about
this stuff but isn’t that top wrong.  I mean that bra
thing.  Wouldn’t you normally wear a real bra with a top
like that?”

“Sometimes.  Doesn’t really matter master.”

“Nope, matters to me.  If we’re going out I want to know
that my slave is looking good underneath as well as on
top.  Where are your bras?”

“What master?”

“Your bras, where are they?  I’ll get one for you.”

“Umm, in that drawer master.”

Richard moved over to the chest of drawers and opened the
top drawer, his heart thumping a little faster.  He as
going to be going through her underwear.  Something that
probably every guy he knew would kill to be doing and he
was the one!  Inside was mostly a messy jumble of
underwear and socks but to one side there were two little
bundles.  They were obviously kept separate from the rest
and he was immediately drawn to them.  One white and one
black.  Carefully picking up the black bundle, his eyes
widen as he unraveled it.  There were two items.  A
black, barely there, lacy, see through, sexy as all hell
bra.  And a pair of tiny black lacy panties that didn’t
seem to have a back and barely had a front.  Thong
panties!

“What about these?  I reckon they’d look okay on you.
Better than what you’ve got now.  Sexy.  Try them on
slave.”

“Yes master.”

He sat back on the bed as she took off her bra and then
the panties.  It was nice watching her strip, especially
watching her boobs appear.  God he loved looking at her
nipples either soft like they were now or hard like he’d
seen them so often the last few days.  And her pussy, the
lips just visible through her pubic hair which he’d
already decided had a short life span.  He was going to
have to get her to shave it off soon so he could see if
he liked her better with a naked pussy.  He was pretty
sure that naked was going to look sexier.  Yeah, maybe
when they got back he’d get her to shave or even do it
himself.

Then her boobs and her cunt had disappeared again, but
only just.  Sexy to the highest degree.  It was one thing
to see lingerie in ads or movies or even sitting on racks
in shops.  But seeing black lingerie on a real live
almost naked girl, that was beyond amazing.  As she stood
up he gave a wolf whistle.

Maybe one day he’d just get her to put her clothes on,
take them off, put them on, take them off, on, off, all
day.  Just for fun!

“Hot, hot, hot.  That is so sexy.  Wish I could take you
out just wearing that!  Hey joking!  Come on put the rest
on and lets go my beautiful slave.”

As they headed downtown in his car he realised there was
a problem.  If they were going to be talking to each
other, having normal conversations while they were out,
which they definitely were, then she couldn’t call him
master and she couldn’t call herself slave.

“When we’re out, the rules will change a bit.”

“Pardon master?”

“If we’re alone, then you call me master and you talk
about yourself as slave.  You know, you never say I.  But
if we’re out like this.  With other people going to be
around then you talk normally.  Okay?”

“Yes master.  Do you mean now master?”

“Yeah I guess so.”

“Okay.”

“Good.”

They drove in silence for a while longer.

“I forgot to ask you.  Did you arrange to stay over
tonight like I said?”

“Yes.”

“So where’d you say you were staying?”

“Said I wasn’t sure who’s place I’d end up at but that
I’d make sure I had my cell.  I have to give mum a call
before she goes to bed.  That’s all.”

“Cool.  She won’t mind if you stay at friends places most
nights during the holidays will she?”

It was so tempting to lie, to say that her mum wanted her
home most of the time.  She could say that her parents
wanted to spend quality time with her.  Or that they
didn’t trust her to be staying at other girls places.  Or
anything.  But the truth was that she’d talked to her
parents about this and they’d said they were happy for
her to spend most nights at friends.  She knew her
parents felt guilty about not being able to take time off
to go away with her for the holidays so they wanted her
to have as good a time as possible.  With Kelly off at
stupid camp being home every night wasn’t much fun so
sleeping over was the way to go they’d agreed.

The problem was that she couldn’t remember what, if
anything, she’d written in her diary about this.  So
lying to him could be really dangerous.

“Well?  She won’t will she?”

“No mas … no.”

“Excellent.  Say did you see the movie before this one?”

The film they were going to see was number three in a
series and soon they were having a relatively normal
conversation about the merits of the first two movies.
By the time he’d parked the car and they got out they
looked like two normal teens out together, in animated
conversation, enjoying themselves.

The movie didn’t start for over an hour so they walked
around for a while window shopping.  Richard held out his
arm for her and she put hers through his as they
wandered.  Although Richard had to initiate conversations
she made sure she participated in them.  Not that it was
hard to do as she’d always found it easy to talk to him.

It felt so good, walking arm in arm, hips occasionally
bumping.  He kept seeing their reflection in windows and
it was an incredible sight because there he was with the
most perfect girl in the universe on his arm.  She looked
so hot wearing sexy strap on sandals, a short, tight
skirt and a silk top which left her middle bare as it
wrapped around her beautiful boobs.  Anyone seeing them
would assume she was his girlfriend and probably think
what a lucky guy he was to be with such a beautiful girl.
Cool!

He wondered if anyone could tell that they’d had sex, if
there was an invisible sign hanging over them saying
these two are doing it, they’re not virgins any more.  He
wished there was because he wanted everyone to know that
he was the lucky guy who was having sex, lots and lots of
sex, with the beautiful Janet Sheen.

Soon it was getting close to time for the movie and they
headed to the cinemas complex.  They grabbed a couple of
burgers before buying their tickets and heading in.  The
movie had been out for a couple of weeks and being an
afternoon mid-week session the cinema was fairly empty.
It had some of those double seats without arm rests and
Richard headed straight for one of them.

Janet had been starting to look forward to seeing the
movie but when he headed for the love seat her heart
sank.  It was going to become a grope session and who
knew what he'd be doing to her.  Sure enough as soon as
they sat down his left arm was over her shoulders, his
hand resting on the top of her arm, lightly holding her.
As the movie started she waited for him to make his move,
trying not to be too tense, but nothing happened and
after a couple of minutes she started paying attention to
the movie.

In fact she was the one who inadvertently made the first
move when about ten minutes into the movie the first
scary moment happened.  As they both gasped her right
hand grabbed his left knee squeezing.  As soon as she
realised what she’d unconsciously done she let go,
bringing her hand up over her heart for a second before
dropping it back to her lap.

“God, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Me either.”

Richard wanted to have a good time with Janet at the
movies and he’d decided before they came in that feeling
her up and stuff might work against that.  Besides, he
could feel her up anytime he wanted to so why not
actually watch the movie and enjoy being with her.
Sitting in the love seat, having his arm over her
shoulders and their bodies touching all down one side was
great.  In fact he really liked having this limited
physical contact with his dream girl while they watched
the movie.  Of course when she’d grabbed him he hadn’t
objected and he was a little disappointed when, all too
quickly, she took her hand away.

Janet loved scary movies.  She and Kelly tried to see
every horror film at the movies and then again when it
came out on vid, and they’d always hold each other at the
scary bits.  It was a hard habit to break and next time
there was a scary moment her right hand instinctively
reached out, once again landing on his knee.  This time
however Richard was prepared, his left hand reaching out
and covering hers.

Trapped.  If she tried to extricate her hand he’d be
pissed off.  Shit, she couldn’t believe how stupid she
was.  Now it would start and she knew exactly what would
happen.  With their knees pressed together his hand would
move from her hand across to her leg, then up her leg,
under her skirt and she’d have to open her legs so he
could finger her.  And the hand on her shoulder would
start moving so he could play with her boobs.  So
predictable and she only had herself to blame for
starting it.

But it didn’t start and his hands stayed where they were.
After about thirty seconds his thumb began to trace tiny
patterns on the top of her hand but that was all and she
slowly relaxed, focusing once again on the movie.

When the next scary moment happened even Richard reacted,
his hands tightening on hers as her fingers dug into his
leg and her other hand reached across and momentarily
grabbed his upper arm.

This time as they relaxed, he started moving his fingers
and his thumb on her hand.  It was as though he was
trying to get to know every inch of her hand just through
touch.  She tried to stay relaxed as she waited for what
she thought would be the inevitable move over to her leg
but he only seemed interested in her hand.

The next scary moment was a huge, heart stopping one and
they both gasped with fright.  Once again her grip on his
knee tightened and her other hand came up to grab his
upper arm at the same time as her body twisted towards
him, burying her head against his chest as she peeked out
at the movie through her fringe until it felt safe to
relax again.

Of course as soon as she started to think it was safe
there was another fright and she stayed curled against
him.  Once that moment was over the film moved into safer
territory for a while but she stayed with her head
against his chest.  She was about to move but then
realised that he might be annoyed if she did so she
stayed where she was.  Besides, it was quite comfortable
the way her head seemed to fit into his chest just right.

This time, a few seconds after his fingers resumed
caressing her hand, she tentatively reciprocated and they
began a slow dance with their fingers and hands.  Up till
now Richard had just been caressing the top of her hand
but with both their hands in motion, he was able to reach
her palm with his fingers.

Tickled!  But not a ‘want to escape’ sort of tickle.  It
felt great, one of those sensations you can never get
enough of.  Curling her own fingers under she brushed her
nails across his palm making her touch as light as she
could, returning the pleasure.

“Mmmm.”

The almost inaudible moan was from Richard but Janet
agreed with the sentiments and for the rest of the movie
they held each other and played with each other’s hand.
Except of course for the scary moments when they’d grip
each other tightly before resuming their hand caresses.

When the movie finally finished they stayed through the
whole credits both reluctant to break the mood.  For
Janet it had been a surprisingly good experience,
different to anything she’d experienced before.  It
wasn’t sexy like kissing was or the way playing with
herself was though.  She wasn’t sure what word would
describe the feelings but maybe this was what erotic
meant.

Eventually they left, hand in hand, and as they headed
for the car they talked about the movie laughing about
how scared they’d been.  However once they were in the
car heading home, the conversation seemed to dry up as
they became lost in their own thoughts.

This was the sort of thing that Richard had been
imagining for so long, spending time with Janet on a
date, talking to her, laughing, holding her hand but now
it was almost over and he wasn’t sure how he felt about
that.  He really didn’t know if he wanted to go back to
the master slave relationship because just maybe they
could actually have a boyfriend girlfriend relationship.
It had certainly felt like that was a possibility for
most of the afternoon.

He glanced over at her as she sat alongside him.  Their
eyes met briefly and they smiled at each other but the
first thing he’d noticed had been the way the sash on her
seat belt drew attention to her boobs as it passed
between them.  He looked back at the road, trying to
figure it out.  If they were really boyfriend girlfriend
then tonight she’d be sleeping at her house and he
wouldn’t be seeing those beautiful boobs.  If she was his
slave, she’d be naked, sleeping at his house and he’d be
able to play with her boobs, he’d be able to do anything
he liked to her.

Looking at it like that, the decision seemed fairly
simple.  Of course there was more to it than that.  The
reason he’d wanted to make her his slave was still there,
the way she’d been treating him over the last few years.
From what she’d said in the spa he didn’t know if she
understood that the way she’d treated him was part of it
and until she did understand that, he was entitled to
keep doing what he was doing with her.  Aside from all
that, who was he kidding about boyfriends and
girlfriends.  She’d just been doing what he wanted this
afternoon, pretending to be his girlfriend.  It wouldn’t
have meant anything to her because he knew she didn’t
really like him.  She hadn’t liked him for years in spite
of how she carried on in the spa.

Maybe he had been too tough on her with the whipping and
showing her the really hardcore videos but he couldn’t
allow himself to forget that doing those things had
worked.  If he hadn’t whipped her and scared her with
those videos then she wouldn’t have been so nice to him,
so attentive to him while they were out.  And he really
liked that so keeping her as a slave was the smart thing
to do.  Just as punishing her had proven to be the smart
thing to do.  Although he’d probably limit it to spanking
from now on as the whipping was maybe a little dangerous
and he wouldn’t be making her watch anymore of the really
hardcore videos.  Yep, he knew what to do.

Janet was feeling very confused.  When he’d said they
were going to a movie she’d been determined to make him
believe she was enjoying herself because she’d figured
that was what he wanted.  In fact after what had happened
this morning she was determined to do everything he
wanted and smile her biggest, happiest smile while she
did it, pretending that she was having a great time.  If
pleasing him would stop him hurting her then please him
she would.

The reason she was confused was because for most of the
afternoon she hadn’t been pretending.  She’d enjoyed
herself, enjoyed being out with him.  She didn’t have to
pretend when she’d laughed at his jokes and holding his
hand had felt good, not horrible like she thought it
should have felt.  It had been easy for her to hold his
hand back, applying that little bit of extra pressure
like she’d learnt to do with boyfriends to let them know
you liked holding hands with them.  And then during the
movie when he played with her hand!  It was so … erotic
and she was still feeling turned on from it.  None of the
guys she’d gone out with had ever done anything so … so
gentle but at the same time so exciting.

Going back to being his naked slave was going to be hard.
Not that she wanted him to be her boyfriend or anything
stupid like that.  She definitely didn’t, not after all
the horrid things he’d done to her but it would be better
than having to go back to being his slave.  With her
peripheral vision she saw him look at her so she turned
and smiled.  Yes, that’s what she’d do, keep pretending,
keep tricking him.  Maybe that was how she could pay him
back if she could make him believe that she really liked
him.  Because she didn’t.  She couldn’t.

After he’d parked, they walked to the front door but no
longer hand in hand.  He led and she trailed, a couple of
steps behind.  Unlocking the door he moved inside making
way for her to follow him in.  There was a tension
between them now that had been missing for the last few
hours.  Pushing the door closed he waited to see if she
would do anything, wondering if she even remembered what
she was meant to do.

She stood with her back to him, arms by her side.  It
looked like she was waiting to be told what to do but he
shouldn’t have to tell her, she should know.  If she was
trying to spoil things then she was sure going about it
the right way.  He might have told her earlier he wasn’t
going to whip her again but he hadn’t said anything about
not spanking her.  In fact there were a few spanking
things from today and yesterday that he’d have to
remember to tell her to put in her punishment book.  Then
just as he was about to speak, she started to move.

Janet had been remembering earlier today when she’d stood
in this very spot and there’d been the cuffs and the two
fake penises waiting for her on the floor.  Now there was
nothing waiting for her except the memory of his words -
‘as soon as you come in you take your clothes off’.  She
knew there was no choice, no point in asking him if he
wanted her to take her clothes off.  She was his sex
slave so of course he was going to want her naked.  After
the last few hours being so good she didn’t want to risk
making him angry again so she started mechanically
undoing her top.

It might have been mechanical for her but it was a
definite magic moment for him as he stood behind her
watching her slow strip. Once she’d unwrapped the top she
pushed it off her shoulders and when she dropped her arms
to her side it slipped off to the floor exposing her
tanned back, naked now except for the sexy black bra
straps.  Reaching behind her she unzipped the skirt and
with a few wriggles of her hips it joined her top on the
floor.

Until today he hadn’t really understood why thong panties
were such a big thing.  Now he knew.  The amazing globes
of her perfect arse were framed by the thin black strip
around her waist and the even thinner strip that
disappeared down between her arse cheeks.  Then she bent
over seeming to offer her arse to him as she raise one
foot after the other to rid herself completely of her
skirt.  He was so tempted to pull his cock out, step
forward and fuck her from behind!

Still bent over she unstrapped her sandals and pushed
them away.  Standing up once again she reached behind to
expertly undo her bra, dropping it to the side.  Last was
the thong which soon joined the rest of her clothes on
the floor.  She stood for a moment then, taking a deep
breath she sank to her knees, assuming her ready position
with her hands behind her back.  When she started taking
her clothes off she’d been dreading being naked again,
but instead, as she’d removed each article, she’d found
herself getting a little turned on.  She knew it was
wrong but there was something really sexy about taking
her clothes knowing he was standing behind her watching.

His cock had actually had a bit of a rest during the
drive home but now it was rock hard, pressing almost
painfully against his jeans.  He slowly walked around
her, holding his breath as her boobs came into view and
then her cute bush.  Fuck she looked so good.  Clean,
beautiful, fresh and all his.  Her breathing was really
shallow which resulted in her boobs rising and falling,
seeming to beckoning him to play with them.  As he stood
there captivated by her naked body he couldn’t believe
that a short time ago he was actually thinking about
giving this up.  No way could he give this up, not with
her kneeling naked in front of him willing to let him
doing absolutely anything he want to her.

“Good slave.  Very good.”

“Thank you master.”

“Your collar’s missing.  I like it when my slave girl is
wearing her collar.  Why don’t you go get your collar,
then we can have dinner.”

“Yes master.”

They weren’t going to have sex yet which was probably
good she thought as she started to get up.

“Hang on.”

She froze, looking up at him, still on her knees.  She
didn’t think she’d done anything wrong so maybe he’d
changed his mind, maybe he was going to make her have sex
with him again.

“Before you do that …”

His hands came around to the front of his jeans and he
slowly undid his belt and pulled down the zip.  Yep, they
were going to do it.  As he pushed his jeans down, she
looked straight ahead to where his thing - no, his cock,
she had to remember to say cock otherwise she might say
‘thing’ by accident and annoy him - to where his cock was
pushing out against his jockeys.  As she watched he
pushed his jockeys down, freeing his cock which bounced
up, pointing like an arrow up at the ceiling.  She’d seen
it often enough by now but it was still a surprise,
almost taking her breath away it looked so big and
strong.

He stepped closer as with one hand he stroked his cock,
aiming it at her mouth while his other hand reached out
to her head.  She knew what she had to do, what he
obviously wanted, and she could feel herself salivating
at the thought of having it in her mouth again.  Licking
her lips, she leant forward opening her mouth wide,
tongue out, as she captured his swollen cockhead.  She
started sucking as she brought her hands around from
behind her back, one to cup his balls, the other to
masturbate the lower half of his cock.  Being forced to
do this was horrible but that didn’t stop it being
somehow exciting, having a cock in her mouth.

“Ohh yeah.  That so good.”

At first he wasn’t planning on coming, he just wanted to
feel her lips wrapped around his cock for a few seconds.
But the instant he felt her hot wet mouth suck on his
cockhead his intentions changed.  After all she was his
sex slave and this was why she was here, for him to come
in and on.  To service his needs and after the stress of
this mornings outburst from her, now that his cock was
enveloped by her mouth, he realised how much he wanted to
come in her again.  Besides it would help to remind her
who was in control in case she was getting any ideas
after their afternoon together.

“Oh, yeah, suck me.”

He clasped her head, gripping her firmly, his hands
covering her ears as he started slowly fucking her
beautiful face.  It felt so fucking good the way her
tongue moved against the underside of his cock and the
way she sucked him.  Her mouth was so amazing, she never
stopped sucking and her suction was so strong.

Not that he had anyone real to compare her to but in a
some of the movies he’d watched the girls didn’t seem to
be sucking all that hard.  Or else they’d suck for about
ten seconds and then take the guys cock out for a while
and then put it back in which always looked really
frustrating.  But with his wonderful slave it felt like
she was trying to suck his whole body into her mouth as
she kept sucking and sucking and sucking!

When he’d taken hold of her head and started directing
her movement she was worried he was going to try the deep
throat thing he’d talked about earlier.  She knew he’d
make her do it eventually but from the vids she’d watched
she wasn’t sure how she’d go kneeling like this.  Of
course she didn’t know if she’d be able to do it no
matter what position she was in.  Trouble was that if he
tried to make her do it and she couldn’t she had no doubt
that he’d punish her again and she didn’t want that, not
tonight, not ever.

So she kept one hand wrapped around his shaft, moving it
on the base of his cock with the same rhythm as he was
using as he moved her head back and forth.  Hopefully
she’d be able to protect herself from having to take all
his cock in her mouth but she was ready to take her hand
away if he said anything.  In the meantime she
concentrated on using her tongue as much as she could as
she sucked, hoping he’d be happy with that.

Richard briefly thought about fucking his cock all the
way into her mouth but he was pretty sure it would take a
while for her to learn to deep throat him if the videos
he’d seen were anything to go by.  In them most of the
girls seemed to splutter and gag a lot.  There were even
a couple where they threw up when they were doing it and
he certainly wasn’t interested in having that happen.
Gross!  So this time he was more than happy with the
feeling of her sucking him as he fucked her beautiful
face.

“Oh your mouth feels so good.  Keep sucking, don’t stop.
Oh yeah, that’s good too, your tits against my legs.
Come on, push them forward.  Yeah, that’s the way slave
girl.”

She hadn’t intentionally pushed her boobs against his
legs, she was adjusting her position trying to get more
comfortable as he continued fucking her mouth.  But now
she arched her chest forward, pressing her boobs into his
thighs.  As her nipples rubbed against the hairs on his
legs she could feel them swelling sending little tingles
of pleasure through her boobs.  Her little reward for
having to do this to him she thought as she continued to
tease her nipples.  Although the terrible truth was that
the feel of his cock in her mouth was okay, nice even,
and as much as she wished it wasn’t happening, she knew
she was getting wet down there.  No, in her cunt, she was
getting wet in her cunt.  Oh god.  It didn’t seem to
matter if she was forced to have sex or had it willingly,
either way she got turned on.  Although of course she
hadn’t had sex willingly yet but she assumed she’d be
turned on if is was willing.  God that’d be horrible if
she was only turned on when she was being forced to have
sex!  No way … not possible.

For a while the only sound was her occasional moans, his
occasional grunts and the constant slurping sound of her
mouth sucking his cock.

“Make you mouth tighter.  Come on, I’m getting closer.
Suck harder.  Come on suck as hard as you can.  Yeah,
that’s it.”

He gripped her head even harder as he felt the pressure
building in his balls.  Soon, very soon.  His cock felt
like it was on fire as he pumped faster and faster
between the oval of her tightly clenched lips.  Looking
down at her hollowed cheeks, he could see how with each
thrust her lips were pounded against her fist where she
was gripping the base of his cock.  What an unbelievable
sight, Janet Sheen’s mouth plugged with his cock, waiting
to be filled with his come.

Then it happened, the glorious moment of release as his
come started pulsing down his cock and into her tight
sucking mouth.  Each pulse was a shock of pure pleasure
coursing through his body.

“Oh shit.  Here it comes.  Ohhh, fuck, take it.  Yeah,
suck it all.  Ahhh.”

His balls had tightened in her hands and she felt each
pulse of come race down his cock before it exploded into
her mouth.  She sucked as hard as she could, siphoning
the come out and swallowing each spurt.  Nine times his
cockhead jerked deep in her mouth till the last spurt had
traveled the length of his cock and sprayed against the
back of her mouth.  As soon as he stopped thrusting into
her she eased back on the power of her sucking knowing
that his cock would be sensitive now but she kept
carefully moving her tongue around his cock, applying a
more gentle suction.

Relaxing his grip on her head he ran his fingers through
her hair and lovingly caressed her cheeks.  The first
time he’d made her suck him was great, the next time
after she’d watched the video was even better, the third
time when he’d come all over her face was incredible, and
the fourth time when she’d given him a wake-up suck was
totally awesome.  This time however he really didn’t know
how a blowjob could ever be any better because in
addition to the out of this world physical sensations, it
really felt like she’d wanted to do it.  It felt like she
was trying as hard as she could to make it good for him.
Even now the way she was holding his cock and balls,
licking and sucking him, pressing her body against him,
was absolutely perfect.  Wow.  If he had any energy left
he’d pick her up and hugged her.

“Oh fuck.  So good.  That was the best ever.  You’re so
good.  Oh, yeah, that’s nice what you’re doing now too.
Hmmm, oh yeah, you are really amazing.  An amazing
cocksucker.  You know I like can’t imagine anything being
better.”

He liked it.  Thank heavens.  He thought she was a good …
a good cocksucker.  At least if he thought she was a good
cocksucker he wouldn’t be punishing her.  When his hands
dropped from her face to rest on her shoulders she slid
back so that only his cockhead was still in her mouth.
Carefully swirling her tongue around the smooth head, she
licked the little hole making sure she hadn’t missed any
come before releasing his cock from her mouth.  Her hands
were still busy though cradling his balls and slowly
stroking his shaft.  She rubbed his saliva soaked cock
against her cheek as said what she knew she had to say.

“Mmmm.  Thank you master.  And thank you for letting your
slave suck your beautiful cock and swallow your come
master.”

She was thanking him and making it sound like she really
meant it!  Of course he knew she was only doing it
because he’d told her to but it was still great to hear.
Things were really going well.

“Good slave.  Wow, very good slave!  Hey, do you like my
come slave?”

“What master?”

“Do you like swallowing my come?”

“Yes master.”

“And the taste?  Do you like the taste of come slave?”

It was easy for her to say she liked swallowing his come.
It didn’t mean much to say that but to have to say she
liked the taste of come was another matter entirely.  She
didn’t want to like it, because of what it implied, but
the truth was she did.  Girls weren’t meant to like the
taste of a guy’s come though.  Well not nice girls but
more and more she was having to face the fact that she
wasn’t a nice girl, that she really was a slut.  She was
stuck between a rock and a hard place.  If she lied and
said she didn’t like the taste he’d get angry and hurt
her.  If she told the truth, her self-esteem would be
battered even more, but as she knelt naked on the floor,
the taste of his come lingering in her mouth and feeling
horny after being forced to suck him off, self-esteem
seemed light years away.

“Yes master, your slave does.  She likes the taste of
your come master.”

“Thought so.  I’ll have to feed you lots of it then won’t
I slave.”

“Yes master.”

Chapter 16 - Making Love

Pulling his jeans and jockeys up Richard found it almost
impossible to contain himself as he watched his naked
slave girl walking away, her oh so cute butt
unconsciously wriggling at him.  He’d sent her to find
her collar, then they were going to make a salad and set
up the barbecue.  But before doing any of that he wanted
to whoop and holler, to dance and leap around, to race
outside and tell every passing stranger how lucky he was,
how perfect his world was now that Janet was once again
in it.  And most of all he wanted to tell Janet how great
he felt and how grateful he was to her for just existing!

Of course he wasn’t going to do anything as stupid as
that.  He was her master and he knew that masters didn’t
let their slaves know what they were feeling!  Well he
thought he knew that although truth was all he knew about
being a master was from the stories he’d read on the net
and they were all so different.  Up until now he hadn’t
thought too much about what a master should do but maybe
it was time for some serious head work as it looked like
he was going to be her master for a long time.  Yes!

In the meantime she was his to do anything he wanted.
Like now.  If he wanted to he could tell her to stop
where she was, spread her legs, bend over and touch the
ground while he fingered her pussy and bum.  Or when they
were making the salad he could get her to fuck herself
with a carrot.  Or a cucumber.  Or a sausage.  In her
pussy or even in her bum if he wanted.  Or both at the
same time, a cucumber sticking out of her bum and a
carrot out of her cunt!  That might be fun!  Or he could
tell her to kneel at his feet under the table and slowly
suck him off while he was eating dinner.  Yes!  Or he
could make her jerk him off all over her food and then
make her eat it covered in ‘dressing a la Richard’s
come’.  Or he could make her dip her tits in a bowl of
chocolate sauce so he could lick it off for his dessert.
Or as they watched TV he could tell her to finger herself
and when she was wet offer him her finger so he could
lick her juice off as a TV snack!

Truth was he could make her do any of those things or any
of a hundred other things he’d either read about in
stories on the net or imagined himself over the last few
years.  Except now that he was in a position where all he
had to do was snap his fingers for every one of these
things to become a reality, he wasn’t so sure.  He wasn’t
sure if he really wanted to do those things to Janet
because somehow it didn’t feel right.  They might be fun
for him although he wasn’t even sure about that, but he
doubted that they would be fun for her.

Jerking off over her food might be exciting to imagine
but to actually do?  Or making her put a carrot up her
bum?  Actually sounded gross now that he knew he could do
it.  Maybe that was it, maybe there were some things that
made good fantasies but not necessarily good realities,
at least not for him.  Pity about that, but he guessed
that must be it.  So what he needed to do was work out
the reality he really wanted to have with his slave.

Okay, that shouldn’t be too hard.  First off he knew that
he still really wanted her to be his slave.  Sex slave.
Obedient sex slave!  That definitely hadn’t changed.  And
if she was his obedient sex slave that meant she’d always
do what he asked, especially the sex stuff, but also
other things.  So that was good except there was
something missing.  He had his obedient sex slave, what
more could he want?  What more could any sixteen year old
guy want!

Light bulb!  He had it.  It wasn’t just having her
obediently doing things like some robot.  He wanted her
to enjoy doing things with him and, even more than that,
he wanted her to be nice to him while she was doing them.
Not just the sex things but things like going to the
movies or swimming or whatever.  He was almost one
hundred percent sure she’d liked going to the movie today
and he wanted more of that.  He wanted more of the
feelings where you enjoyed stuff with someone else.
Enjoyed stuff with Janet.

But he also knew that he still wanted to be in control,
still wanted to be her master after all the shit she’d
put on him.  He guessed that for this to work she had to
be scared of him, which he was pretty certain she was,
but also she probably had to respect him which he wasn’t
so sure about.  Respect.  That was really important
because respect was what had been missing for the last
few years.

So how to make her respect him.  He couldn’t really
pretend to know much about the way girls thought but he
was fairly certain that they didn’t respect guys when
they did gross guy type of things.  They wanted guys to
be mature like they thought they were!  Jerking off on
her food or sticking a carrot up her bum definitely would
be classified as a gross guy thing.

He had it!  The mature thing would be to do nothing.
Well not nothing, but to do normal things.  Instead of
playing with her like she was a sex toy every chance he
got, he needed to treat her like the Janet he used to
know, his friend Janet.  Except of course she’d be naked
and that wasn’t normal Janet.  He could let her wear
clothes but … no, she stayed naked because a slave should
be naked.  Also because it was so great having her naked
but what he’d do was try and not stare at her body all
the time.  And he wouldn’t grab her and stuff like that
all the time.  Settled.  He’d treat her like a friend.
Well most of the time that is, until he wanted to have
sex with her.  Like after they’d had dinner probably.

Wow!  This was going to be tough but if he was really
going to be a master then he had responsibilities.  Yep,
he could do it.  He’d be mature about this and show her
what a great master he was so eventually she’d learn to
respect him.

And if she didn’t he could still stick a carrot up her
bum tomorrow!

As she walked away she heard the rustle of his clothes
so, thinking he was taking his clothes off, she slowed,
waiting for him to call her back so he could make her
have sex with him.  Not that she wanted to have sex with
him.  Of course she didn’t, even if in spite of her best
efforts to hate it she was feeling a bit turned on from
having his cock in her mouth.  Then she heard the sound
of his zipper.  No he’d come and that was all that he
cared about and she knew she should be thankful for that.
Of course his zip going up also meant he was going to be
keeping his clothes on while he made her walk around
naked so he could perve on her she thought as she hurried
away.

Janet stood alongside the spa, twisting the slave collar
round and around in her hands as she tried to work out
for the thousandth time what was happening with her life.
Three days ago she knew who she was, where she was going,
what she was doing but now?  Now she was lost, her
emotions on a never ending roller coaster, her body
betraying her at every turn and her future uncertain.
Slave!  How could she be his sex slave?  And how could
she enjoy it … no that was wrong, totally wrong.  She
didn’t enjoy it, her stupid body did and she couldn’t
help that could she?  Just as she couldn’t help wishing
that he’d have sex with her like she’d just done.  No,
wrong again!  She hadn’t wished it, she’d just assumed
he’d want to have sex with her, that was all.

Closing her eyes she placed the collar around her neck,
feeling the weight of it’s true meaning as she locked it
in place.  Slave collar.  She no longer belonged to
herself, she was his and this was the only clothing she
was allowed.  The stupid thing was that as her fingers
continued to play with the collar she felt a tiny touch
of comfort in having it on because at least it meant she
was wearing something.  At least she wasn’t totally naked
now.

Although it wasn’t being naked that was the problem.  Not
that she wanted to be wandering through her neighbors
house naked, of course she didn’t, but the real problem
was that apparently she was always going to have to
wander around naked while he had his clothes on.  It was
a painful reminder of how embarrassing, humiliating,
degrading and every other awful word she could think of,
her situation was.

The real problem?  There were a host of real problems.
Like how turned on she’d been by the time the movie was
over.  If that had been a normal date she’d have been
home by now, having a big masturbation session.  Of
course it was made worse by having to suck him off
because even that had kept her horny … hornier.  Five
minutes, that’s probably all she’d need to quickly bring
herself off.  One hand dropped down to press against her
mound as she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her
pubic hair against the palm of her hand.  All she had to
do was rub her finger over her clitoris just like this
for a couple of minutes.

Hearing a noise she quickly pulled her hand away as she
looked behind her but it was only the curtains flapping
in the breeze.  God, imagine the humiliation if he’d
found her playing with herself.  How could she even
contemplate masturbating after she’d just been forced to
suck him off.  Shit, she had to stop this.  She had to
stop acting like such a slut.  A stupid slut!  She just
remembered that one of the rules he’d made her sign was
that she wasn’t allowed to masturbate without his
permission so if he had found her not only would she be
totally humiliated but she’d probably be totally punished
by him again!  Shit, she had to be so careful.

Okay, the only way to get through this was to keep
reminding herself that nothing he made her do really
mattered.  Whatever her body did wasn’t important as long
as she kept hating him for what he was making her do.  He
was a jerk and when this was all over she’d make sure he
knew it.  Yep.  Fuck him.  That’s what she had to keep
thinking as she was doing all the horrid things he made
her do.  Fuck him.

Marching back into the house she started silently
chanting to herself.  “Fuck him.  Fuck him.  Fuck him.”
She was a couple of feet from the kitchen when she did a
one-eighty degree about face.  Who was she fooling?  She
was naked and he wasn’t.  He had complete control of her.
He could make her do anything and the worst part was most
of the things he made her do she couldn’t seem to stop
herself enjoying.  Fuck him?  Nope, she was the one who
was fucked!

New plan.  Maybe if she told him she worried about
getting a cold if she wasn’t wearing something.  Or it
wasn’t hygienic to be naked in the kitchen.  That might
work.  Or she was feeling sick and had to go home.

“Is that you?”

About turn.  Get into the kitchen as quickly as possible
so he doesn’t get angry.  And don’t try to play stupid
games with him, just do everything he wants.  And smile
and cooperate and make him believe you enjoy it.

“Yes master.”

“Thought you’d gotten lost.  Okay, I’ve got everything
out.  If you grate the carrots and maybe chop up some
lettuce.  I’ll look after the tomatoes, cucumber and
celery.”

“Yes master.”

Although it was a challenge not to look at her beautiful
tits all the time Richard did find it easier than he’d
thought he would.  Except for when they jiggled as she
grated the carrots or whenever she walked somewhere or
later on as she cut her steak.  Then it was really hard
not to stare, but for the most part he managed and he
found that the less he stared, the easier it was to
control the urge to reach out and touch her beautiful
body.

Janet however was having an increasingly tough time.  It
started okay because she’d braced herself for him to be
staring at her and touching her whenever she was near
him.  The first time was when she took the carrots to the
sink to rinse them and she had to pass him.

Relax.  Get ready to stop as soon as he touches me.
Nothing.

Back at the bench she stood next to him and started
grating the carrots while they talked about cooking and
food.  Okay.  His hand is going down.  He’s going to grab
my bum.  So as soon as he does I’ll make a tiny moaning
sound, and reach behind with my hand to cover his.  Maybe
say that it’s nice when he touches my bum and if he
squeezes my bum I could touch his leg or even his crotch.
Nothing.  He was just picking up a piece of tomato he’d
dropped.

It went on like that for the next hour.  He’d make a
movement and she’d prepare a scenario for how she should
react when he touched her but not once did he even brush
up against her.  Or he’d look at her and she’d quickly
make sure she was standing straight, her tits pushed out
and not covered by her arms, but not once did he even
seem to be looking at them.  By the time they’d finished
eating she was so on edge she was a wreck.

“That was great.  How about you clean up here.  There’s a
Buffy re-run on I haven’t seen so I’ll be upstairs
watching it in my room when you’re through.”

“Yes master.”

Once he’d gone she slumped over the table.  She couldn’t
take much more of this, the tension was killing her.  It
was being naked that made it so hard, made her feel so
vulnerable.  Well being naked on top of everything else.
She’d have to find a way of asking him if she could wear
something even if it was just her bra and panties.  Not
that she thought he’d let her.  In fact he’d probably get
angry with her for even suggesting it so saying something
to him was probably a bad idea.

He’d also get angry if he came back and she wasn’t
cleaning up so she started gathering the plates.
Normally she’d just put everything in the dishwasher but
if she hand washed everything it would take longer.  Good
idea.  She could probably stretch it out for at least
half an hour and that would be another half hour she
wouldn’t have to be naked in front of him.

As he headed for his bedroom Richard was feeling pretty
pleased himself.  Very pleased in fact.  He reckoned he’d
handled the last hour or so brilliantly.  He’d been so
cool, so mature with her being naked.  Now though he
could feel the excitement, the anticipation of what was
to come, building.  Soon, very soon, he’d be having sex
with her again.  Sex!  After all the years of jerking
off, of trying to convince girls to have sex with him, of
trying to imagine what it really felt like he could now
have sex anytime he wanted.  Way to go!

He wanted to be ready for her when she came up but he
also wanted to look relaxed, cool. After he stripped off
he turned on the TV, settling on the bed on his stomach,
his head propped on his hands, facing the foot of the
bed, watching Buffy.  That lasted about thirty seconds
before he started to feel naked which of course he was.
It wasn’t that he had a problem about his body or
anything like that but he didn’t normally wander around
naked or watch TV naked or things like that so it felt …
naked!  Grabbing a pair of shorts he pulled them on and
immediately felt better as he went back to watching
Buffy.

Eventually he started to wonder why he was mindlessly
watching a rerun of Buffy, which after the first few
minutes he’d realised he’d already seen, when there was a
naked girl downstairs in the kitchen.  Sure, as usual he
was daydreaming about how great it would be if Buffy’s
tits just happened to pop free of her top when the bad
guy grabbed her but that seemed kind of lame given that
less than a hundred feet away, Janet’s tits were already
out!  Not only was Janet naked which he somehow doubted
Buffy was ever going to be when he was around but as far
as he was concerned Janet was much prettier than Buffy
so, apart from the obvious fact that he was an idiot, why
was wasting time on TV daydreams?

All he needed to do was call out to Janet, order her to
come upstairs, or he could head back downstairs and tie
her to the kitchen table like he did yesterday so he
could eat her, or maybe bend her over the sink while he
fucked her in the arse, or make her to kneel and suck him
off again, or he could do none of the above.  Because
truth was he wanted more than that.  It wasn’t just about
sex anymore.

What he really wanted was for them to hold each other, to
kiss each other, to … that’s it, he wanted them to make
love, not just have sex.  Okay, this was something a bit
new.  How was he going to make this happen?  First off,
definitely not the kitchen, the bedroom was the right
place to be.  Second … second …  Shit he had no idea what
was second.  Maybe if he took it slowly and really got
into the foreplay stuff and didn’t talk about punishment
or tying her up or those things.  Third.  Absolutely no
idea what third should be.  Have the lights low?  Tell
her he … no, that was wrong.  Maybe tell her how
beautiful she is and all those other things girls like to
hear.

It didn’t really matter what happened in what order
though because now he had a feel for what he wanted, he
knew that it would be good.  So he waited, half watching
Buffy’s tits, half preparing for Janet to come to him.

Buffy was almost over when he caught a movement out of
the corner of his eye and there she was, his beautiful
slave girl, standing uncertainly in the doorway, arms by
her side.  He turned and unashamedly took his time
looking at her, drinking in every perfect detail from her
honey blonde hair framing her pixie like face, her full
boobs, narrow waist, silky patch of pubic hair and her
slender legs.  As his eyes roved her body she blushed
which made her look even cuter!  Patting the bed
alongside him he called her over.

“Hi.  Come on.”

She could feel the heat in her cheeks and as she quickly
climbed onto the bed lying down next to him, she was
relieved to be able to at least cover her front from his
gaze.  As she settled onto the bed she realised he’d
changed and was only wearing shorts now.  Probably meant
he was going to make her have sex with him again.
Probably?  Of course he was, they were on his bed, she
was naked and he was practically naked.

Still, sex was much, much better than being punished.
Unless he wanted to do it in her bum again although even
that was better than punishment.  Actually the second
time he’d done it there hadn’t hurt, so if he wanted to
do it in her bum that would probably be okay too.
Especially if she could play with her clitoris while he
was doing it.  That’s what the girls on the video had
done when the guys fuck them in the bum and they all
came.

God what was doing, planning on how she could come if he
fucked her bum!  And how could she think that anything he
did could be okay.  Everything he did was horrible!  He
was horrible and she had to remember that!

For the next few minutes Richard allowed his anticipation
to build as he breathed deeply, luxuriating in her scent,
allowing it to intoxicate him as they lay side by side
watching TV.  Finally he couldn’t keep up the pretense
and he turned to her.  She was so beautiful his heart did
a flip flop.  It didn’t matter what the angle she was
perfection.  Her profile, the color of her hair, the turn
of her shoulder, the sweeping line of her back, the
curves of her legs, everywhere he looked all he saw was
absolute perfection.  His left hand reached out almost
reverentially till his finger could touch her shoulder
and he gently explored, letting his fingers map every
square inch of her shoulder and upper arm.

Janet wasn’t sure what to do when she sensed him turn to
look at her so she kept watching the TV, pretending she
hadn’t noticed.  It was only when he touched her shoulder
that she turned to him, steeling herself once again to do
whatever he wanted.  She made sure she was smiling but
she needn’t have worried because he was looking so
intently at her arm that she didn’t think he’d have
noticed no matter how she’d looked at him.  The good
thing was that his touch was really gentle so maybe he
wasn’t going to hurt her.

The way he was looking at her and touching her was sort
of strange.  Not scary strange though just strange
because the intensity.  It was as if he was examining
something incredibly delicate and precious even though it
was just her arm.  Weird.  But nice weird.  She’d never
had anyone, not even a boyfriend, treat her like this
before.  She didn’t understand him.  One minute he was
doing horrible things to her, the next he was being nice,
making her feel … special.  And she didn’t want him to
make her feel special!

Richard shifted his position, moving closer so he could
kneel alongside her.  The way she was resting with her
head on her hands meant her shoulder blades were raised
up and his fingers now explored them.  Her skin was so
smooth, so beautiful, so electrifying.  Leaning down, his
lips brushed her arm and then followed his fingers to her
shoulder blades, kissing along each ridge.

Between her raised shoulder blades was a valley and at
the centre of the valley the bumps of her backbone ran
all the way down her back till they disappeared between
her arse cheeks.  Slowly his fingers, followed by his
lips, explored each ridge till he finally reached the
swell of her bum.  He felt like an intrepid explorer,
charting an undiscovered country!

And this next discovery was definitely worth spending
time exploring.  He’d lost count of the number of times
he’d got a hard-on watching her tight buns as she walked
along a corridor at school.  Didn’t matter if she was
wearing jeans or a skirt, it was still one of the wonders
of the world as far as he and a good portion of the male
school population were concerned.  And now he could touch
it, kiss it, caress it for as long as he liked.

And that’s what he did.  As his fingers caressed the back
of her thighs, his mouth paid homage to her bum.  First
it was his lips kissing every square inch, then he
retraced the route with his tongue making little trails
all over her bum till finally he started gently biting
and sucking.  As he was doing this though what he was
most conscious of was the shaded crevice where the globes
of her arse came together.  It was like a magnet, pulling
his attention, begging him to explore further.

By the time his fingers and lips started moving on her
bum and the backs of her thighs Janet was finding it hard
to keep still.  She would never have imagined that
something like this could be a turn-on but it was and
when she felt his teeth on her bum she had to bite her
lips to stop crying out.  She so didn’t want him think
she was getting turned on by what he was doing but it was
hard.  And to make it worse that familiar ache was
starting in her pussy and she knew it was going to become
harder and harder to ignore it.

Richard also was finding it harder and harder to ignore
her pussy.  Moving his hands from her thighs to her left
hip he started lifting her up till, taking the cue, she
rolled over onto her back.  Resisting the temptation to
fold her arms over her boobs she left them by her side as
she watched him through half hooded eyes.  He was
hovering over her stomach, staring intently at her body
and she reluctantly spread her legs apart, assuming
that’s what he wanted her to do.

At first he didn’t realise he was holding his breath as
once again her beauty was laid out before him.  The twin
hills of her boobs capped with her rosy nipples, her flat
stomach with the incredibly cute belly button, her pubic
mound with what had to be the most exciting in the whole
wide world patch of carefully trimmed blonde pubic hair,
the magical vee shape which lead down to her pussy and
the smooth curves of her thighs disappearing down to her
feet.  Then, as she opened her legs, he saw her pussy
lips, glistening, seeming to invite him to touch them,
kiss them, enter them.  Finally he took a deep breath and
it felt like he was drowning in the glorious scent of her
pussy.

Her belly button was such a cute indentation and it
really did deserve a kiss.  Then there were her sexy hip
bones poking up the tiniest bit on each side so he had to
kiss them.  And her stomach just above where she’d
trimmed her pubic hair was so inviting.  Almost as
inviting as her groin which then lead his tongue and lips
to her thighs.  And all the time he was breathing as
deeply as possible, drinking in the overpowering scent of
her pussy.

Lifting up he stared, mesmerised, at her pussy as he
continued to caress the inside of her thighs, his fingers
moving closer and closer to her pussy.  Her pussy lips
were slightly parted, her clitoris visible, poking out
from its hood and below that he could just see the
entrance to her cunt.  He stopped caressing her and for a
few moments the middle finger of his left hand hovered
outside her hole and then he made contact, pushing into
her till his knuckles were pressed into her slit and his
finger was as far inside as he could get, held snug and
tight by her cunt.

“Oh … yeah … Oh.”

As much as her body had started to crave a touch on her
pussy the moment of penetration was a surprise.  Her
hands gripped the bed as she half sat up, instinctively
pushing her hips forward, wanting his finger even deeper.
She had something inside her again, deeper than she’d
ever gone herself and she wanted more.

Turning to her he looked deep into her eyes.  Most of the
time they were bright, sparkling but now they were
clouded, hazy and it was as sexy as all hell.  Closing
the gap between them his lips found hers and they kissed
hungrily, their tongues duelling as her arms wrapped
around him, pressing her breasts against his chest.
Still kissing and with his finger now lazily twisting in
and out of her pussy, he lowered her back down to the
bed.

Finally he broke the kiss and his lips slowly travelled
down her body, exploring her chin, her throat, her boobs,
taking time to lick and suck each hard nipple before
moving down to her stomach and then on through her sparse
pubic bush.  Now he repositioned himself, kneeling
between her legs, his finger still working in her as with
his free hand he grabbed a pillow and pushed it under her
bum, raising her pussy.  Sliding his finger one last time
from her pussy, he hesitated for a second before bringing
it to his mouth and carefully sucking her juice off it.

“Mmmm.”

Heaven!  He hadn’t been mistaken yesterday.  This was the
most exquisite taste imaginable and he knew there was
more just waiting for him.  Lowering his head, tongue
extended, he began licking and sucking her beautiful
pussy, savoring her juices.  Mostly he alternated between
her clit and her cunt although occasionally he licked
further down, swiping his tongue across the wrinkle of
her arsehole.  She seemed to respond the most when he
worked on her clit but he liked it most when he was
trying to get his tongue deep inside her, gathering as
much of her nectar as possible.

It was only as he’d started kissing his way down her body
that it had occurred to her that maybe he was going to
use his mouth on her down there again.  No, that sounded
dumb - that he was going to eat her pussy again!  She
shivered at the thought, fighting the anticipation.

“Oh, oh god!”

He was doing it!  He was licking her pussy again and she
didn’t care how wrong it was because she loved it.  And
it was even better than yesterday because this time he
hadn’t tied her down and blindfolded her.  Being free to
move was so much better and when she raised her head,
being able to see him buried between her legs, knowing
his tongue was actually licking her pussy.  Wow!  If
she’d known how amazing it felt to have someone’s tongue
licking her she’d have been making her boyfriends do this
a long time ago.  Well maybe not, but in future she sure
would be!

The best part was when he licked and sucked her clitoris.
It was the most exciting thing she’d ever know, far
better than when she used her fingers to masturbate.  Of
course when he moved lower and licked her pussy lips and
pushed his tongue inside her that was pretty amazing and
every time he licked her bum her whole body twitched with
how nasty it was to have someone doing that.  But
although the feel of his tongue and lips was great on her
pussy and bum it was his tongue on her clitoris that she
knew would eventually make her come.  Each time he came
back to it she’d get a little closer to what she sensed
was going to be a mindblowing orgasm.

Eventually his tongue and jaw started to get tired so he
focused on her clit, hoping he’d be able to make her come
like she did yesterday in the kitchen.  Sure enough after
a few minutes she started responding differently.  First
her breathing sped up and then she wrapped her legs
around his head which felt really great having her thighs
pressing agaist his cheeks.  Taking this as his cue, he
sucked as hard as he could on her clit at the same time
as he flicked his tongue rapidly across the smooth head
of the little knob and that seemed to push her over.

“Oh, yeah.  Oh shit!  Yes!  Oh god!  Oh, that’s so …  Oh
fuck!”

The orgasm started at her clitoris before crashing
through her body like waves breaking against the rocks.
As she cried out her thigh muscles spasmed and she
clamped her legs tightly against his face, her hands
grabbing his head, trapping him, not wanting him to ever
escape as she pushed her cunt against his mouth.  The
incredible spasms went on and on, lasting far longer than
when she masturbated.  Finally though they died down and
she collapsed in a stupor, totally spent, her legs
falling limply onto the bed.

Once she started coming there was nothing Richard could
do.  Her thighs were like a vice, gripping his head,
holding him against her cunt as she pushed her clit
against his mouth.  For a moment it was almost scary but
then he just enjoyed the ride as her body bucked and
twisted, loving that he’d been able to get her off like
this, that he was the one giving her this pleasure.

Finally though the ride was over and after one last lick
through her slit, Richard moved up till he was hovering
above her, looking down at his obviously very satisified
slave girl.  Her eyes were glazed but from the smile on
her face there was no doubt she’d liked what he’d just
done.  Her lips were parted, her pearly white teeth
showing as he softly kissed her, gently laying his body
on top of hers.

As his lips touched hers she instinctively kissed back,
her eyes closing as she prepared to lose herself in the
kiss.  At first she was confused by the sweet taste then
her eyes flew open as she realised what the taste on his
lips was.  His lips were covered in her juice.  Gross!
Nasty!  Sexy!  Confusing … she should be revolted by the
taste of her own pussy juices but the opposite was true.
She liked the taste.  No, she loved the taste!  She
wanted to lick it off his face.  Not that she would.
Shit, what was wrong with her?  This was just like when
she’d discovered she liked the taste of his come.  It was
so wrong, she was so wrong, wasn’t she?  It was all so
confusing, so hard to even think after coming like that
and especially with him kissing her, his body covering
hers.

As they continued to kiss Richard reached down to his
shorts and with a bit of a struggle managed to work them
off, freeing his hard cock.  Then he lay down on her
again, snuggling in, so that his cock rested along her
hot slit.  This felt so great having her body under him
with his cock touching her cunt as they kissed.

When she felt the length of his cock against her slit she
started tilting her hips up and down, trying to rub her
wet pussy against the hard shaft.  Still pre-occupied
with tasting herself on his mouth, it took a few seconds
for her to register what she was actually doing but, just
as she was about to stop, she realised she had no choice.
All she was doing was trying to keep him happy, trying to
convince him that she wanted to do these things, trying
to make sure he didn’t have a reason to punish her.  So
all she was really doing was protecting herself from
being punished.

It was nice having her cunt rubbing along his shaft but
he know knew there was something far better awaiting him.
Pulling back a little till only his cockhead was touching
her cunt, he started blindly searching through her pussy
lips for the entrance.  For a second he thought he’d have
to use his hand to help guide himself but then he felt it
and he was there, the tip of his cock poised, waiting.
Then with barely any pressure his cockhead was inside
her.

“Oh!”

“Oh yeah.  Mmmm.”

It wasn’t as if she never had things inside her before.
Most days she had a finger in her pussy as she
masturbated and every month there were tampons, but this
was so different.  So much bigger than her finger or a
tampon, it stretched her so wide!  And it felt so good.
Really good!

“Ahhh.”

She spread her legs as wide as possible as his cock drove
all the way in filling her completely, his hairy balls
slapping agaist her bum.  This felt even better, filling
ever inch of her!  Oh god!  Why?  Why did she like it so
much?  Why couldn’t it feel horrible?

For a couple of minutes they stayed joined, their pubic
bushes pressed together as they continued kissing.  Then
Richard slowly drew back till just his cockhead was in
her clasping cunt before starting to slowly fuck her.

At first as he started to move his cock in and out her
legs were spread wide but that didn’t seem to be enough,
didn’t feel natural.  She pulled her feet in till they
were touching his calves, feeling the muscles working as
his cock moved in and out of her pussy.  This seemed to
open her up even more, made it better.  Then, as she
adjusted herself, her feet moved up to his thighs which
twisted her pelvis up.  Shit!  It felt like his cock was
reaching even deeper!  Fucking amazing!

Her hands moved from his head to his back, caressing him
as she clamped her feet together, wrapping them round his
thighs.  Now each time he thrust into her she helped to
pull him down, wanting to feel his wonderful cock as deep
inside her as possible.

Maybe next time he’d explore different positions but
tonight he was happy to do it like this, lying on top of
her, slowly making love to her, absorbing every moment,
every sensation, every touch of her body.  He’d never be
able to go back to masturbating now that he knew how
truly amazing real sex was, how great it was to make love
to someone you … you really liked a lot.  There was no
comparison between holding his cock in his hand and
jerking off, and having his cock buried inside Janet’s
hot, slippery pussy.

They continued like this for what seemed like forever,
occasionally kissing as they became lost in their growing
excitement.  Ever so slowly the pace increased till
finally the excitement took over and Richard started
moving faster, almost pounding his cock into her cunt.
With each stroke he could feel himself getting closer but
it was Janet who peaked first, moaning and gasping in
orgasm as her body shuddered beneath him, her cunt
gripping his cock even tighter if that was at all
possible.

He tried to hold off, wanting this to last forever but
the way her cunt grabbed his cock as she came proved too
much.  It started way down in his cock, an almost painful
tightening and then as he ploughed as far inside her as
he could it happened, the pain changed to absolute
pleasure and everything let go as he exploded, pumping
spurt after spurt of come deep in her grasping cunt.

“Oh shit, yeah!  Coming.  Oh fuck.  Oh that’s so good!
Oh yeah, so fucking good!  Oh fuck you’re so good!”

He couldn’t believe how much better it felt this time.
It was the most intense feeling he’d ever known, a
thousand times better than jerking off and far better
than any of the other comes he’d had with her.  The way
her cunt grabbed every inch of his cock, caressing it,
squeezing it.  And knowing he was inside her, knowing it
was her perfect body under his, her hard nipples against
his chest, her mouth agaist his as their tongues
continued to duel.  Heaven!

After the final spurt of come was wrung from his cock he
collasped on top of her content to stay there forever
with his cock deep inside her.  Making love was so much
more intense that just fucking!  So much more fulfilling.
This was the way it would be from now on, that was for
sure.

When he’d come she’d really felt it happening inside her,
his cock growing bigger and then his stuff spurting out,
filling her with come.  She knew it should have felt
horrible but like so many of the things he did to her it
didn’t.  Instead it somehow made her feel fulfilled,
knowing that she’d made that happen.  And even having him
lying on top of her now felt good, his body pressing her
into the bed.

Finally when his cock started to soften and he felt it
being squeezed out of her pussy he  rolled off to lie
alongside her, staring up at the ceiling.

When he rolled off and his cock left her she was sort of
disappointed.  No, that was stupid she thought as she
snuggled against him, her head now resting in the crook
of his arm with her cheek against his chest.  Of course
she wasn’t disappointed, it was just that she couldn’t
help it if her body liked the feel of his body.  After
all, he had a good body.  He wasn’t too muscley, just
nicely developed.  Bringing her hand over to his chest
she ran her fingers through the light scattering of
blonde hairs.  Nice.

Further down she could see his cock, no longer hard but
still not as soft as it had been the other morning before
he woke up.  It looked cute like that, neither floppy and
soft nor long and hard.  She actually had to resist an
urge to reach down and touch it, to find out what it felt
like in this half state.

Although he was pleased when she started playing with his
chest it also pissed him off a bit because this was
pretty much the first time she’d done something to him
without him either having to tell her or somehow push her
to do it.  It was like he still had to do all the work.
Or rather she’d only do something for him after he’d done
it to her and that was wrong.  He wanted her to do things
without having to prompt her all the time.

It had been the same with his one and only real
girlfriend.  In fact all the girls he’d gone out with
were like this.  You had to kiss them first, they
wouldn’t initiate it.  It was so frustrating the way it
always seemed to be the guy trying to feel the girl, not
the other way around.  Always trying to encourage the
girl to do more.  But it wasn’t meant to be like that
with Janet because she was his slave.  She was meant to
look after him.  He’d even written something about it in
the contract he’d got her to sign.

Okay, as much as he’d loved fucking her … no, making love
to her just then, it could have been better and he was in
a position to make it better because he was her master,
not just her boyfriend.  He’d give her some homework!
He’d pull up some of the sex stories he liked and get her
to read them.  The ones where the girls were really into
having sex just as much as the guys were.  Maybe then
she’d get it.  Okay, which stories?  Maybe Jack and Jake.
The girlfriend in that really got into sex.  Also another
fav was Firsts and maybe Callgirl Cheerleaders because
most of those girls seemed to really love sex.  That’d be
a good start.

Maybe he should punish her for not doing everything she
could have.  Yes, definitely.  She had to be punished for
not trying hard enough to please her master.  Plus she
hadn’t cleaned his cock after they’d fucked or even
thanked him for eating her like she was meant to.  He’d
spank her on the bum again although not too hard because
he didn’t really want to hurt her too much, just make her
realise that there were things she had to do if she was
going to be his slave, things she had to learn.

“I’ll be back in a second.”

Watching him leave she was fairly confident things had
gone okay.  He’d sounded really happy and he hadn’t
called her any of those horrible names.  In fact he
hadn’t called her any horrid names since before they went
to the movies which had to be a good sign.  Maybe things
were getting better, maybe it was only going to be sex
now and he wouldn’t hit her anymore.

After a few minutes she started to feel a bit dumb just
lying on the bed waiting, especially as she was still
around the wrong way with her head at the foot of the
bed.  She clambered off the bed but then didn’t know what
to do so she just stood in the middle of the room,
waiting for him to come back.

Oh wow, she was leaking!  This was too weird, there was a
guy’s come leaking out of her, starting to dribble down
her thigh.  She wasn’t sure if she should be totally
grossed out or totally blown out by it.  Cupping her hand
between her legs she dragged her fingers through her
pussy, gathering some of the gooey mess.  Bringing her
fingers up she studied the creamy, sticky come.  Come.
Wow.  She had a guy’s come on her hand.  She guessed it
was really a mix of his come and her juice.  She held it
closer, taking a really deep breath.  Mmmm.  Smelt good …
sexy.

Hearing a noise she panicked, not knowing what to do.
Last thing she needed was for him to find her sniffing
his come on her hands, he’d think she was a total slut or
worse.  With no time to get a tissue she put her hands
behind her back and desperately wiped her come covered
fingers on her bum.  Keeping her head down she stared at
the floor as he came in and stood in front of her.  The
punishment book!  Shit, he had the book.  He was going to
hit her again, punish her, and she didn’t know what she
could possibly have done to deserve it this time.  Oh,
god, she was meant to kneel down when he came into a
room.  She dropped to her knees, hands still behind her,
squatting down in the ready position, making sure her
legs were spread and she was pushing her boobs out.

“Good slave.”

When she knelt without being told to it was such an
incredible power rush.  His slave was kneeling to him,
acknowledging his command over her!  Awesome!  The way
she pushed her boobs out was so inviting, so tempting.
Later though, he could play with them later. At least she
was remembering to do some of the things he’d told her to
do.  Moving over to the desk, he picked up her contract
before sitting on the end of the bed.

“Got your punishment book slave.  Not too many things
tonight.  I’ve already written down everything I think.
Let’s see, you forgot to clean me didn’t you?”

Shit, she couldn’t believe it.  How could she have been
so stupid.  She’d even been looking at his cock after
they’d had sex, thinking about touching it so how could
she have forgotten she had to suck it clean.  Not fair!

“I’m sorry master.  Your slave is sorry!  Your slave
forgot.  Look your slave is doing it now master.”

Crawling between his legs she opened her mouth and took
all his cock in, his pubic hair tickling her lips.  As he
told her the other punishments she licked and sucked
every bit of come she could find off his cock and balls.

“Oh yeah, that’s the way.  I’ll still have to punish you
though so you won’t forget next time but … whoa that
looks good.  Feels good.”

“Mmmm.  Yes master.”

“Okay, what else is there.  Yeah, you didn’t thank me
after I ate your pussy or after we made … had sex.  The
other thing is that um, you’re still not doing all the
stuff in the contract.  Here.  Oh yeah, that’s good,
that’s real fucking good.  Oh yeah, clean my balls.  Umm,
number eight, well that’s the thanking one.  Mostly
number twenty five and twenty six.  I will always respond
fully both physically and verbally to whatever my Master
does with me and I must always feel and act sexual - I am
a sexual being.  You know?  You’re not really doing that.
Like when we have sex you’re meant to do things to me
without me telling.  You know, not just lie there waiting
for me to do things to you.”

It would have been nice to leave her kneeling there
cleaning his cock and balls for a lot longer but he
really should punish her and get her reading the stories.
Taking her head in his hands he pulled her away from his
crutch.

“That’s enough for now.”

“Yes master.”

“Yeah well anyway, punishment first and then I’ve got
some stories I want you to read.  Some homework for you.
Maybe that’ll help you get what I mean.”

“Yes master.”

“Okay slave, over my legs again.  Punishment will be four
spanks for not thanking me, two for not licking my cock
and six for the contract stuff.  Ten all up.  And
remember you have to keep count and thank me after each
slap.”

“Yes master.”

As she climbed up onto his lap she tried to stop her
trembling.  Only ten, that couldn’t be too bad,
especially if he was only going to use his hand and
didn’t whip her.  Count them and thank him, count them
and thank him.  She’d make sure she didn’t forget that
otherwise he’d probably do it all again.

As she lay over his lap, her boobs pressing into his
thigh, he stroked her bum.  There were a couple of wet
patches, probably from their juices he thought as he
smeared it across her twin globes.  Then he brought his
hand down for the first slap.

“Ow!  One.  Thank you master.”

Although she’d cried out it was more a reflex cry rather
than a cry of pain.

“Ah!  Two.  Thank you master.”

Again it didn’t really hurt.  In fact none of them really
hurt.  Either he wasn’t hitting her all that hard or else
she was getting used to it already.  Couldn’t be that so
he mustn’t be hitting her too hard.  By the time he’d
landed the last slap her bum was feeling very warm
though.  It was a weird feeling, like nothing she’d ever
felt before.  Sort of felt good or at least didn’t feel
bad like the other times he’d hit her.  Not that she’d
ever want anyone to do this to her but it actually felt
okay being slapped like this.

When he finished he played with her bum for a while.  I
looked great with the red marks on it from her spanking.
He slipped a finger through her crack, toying with her
arse hole and then down to her wet pussy.  Decisions.
Should they have sex again or should he get her reading
the stories.  The stories.  That way she’d maybe be even
better when they next had sex.

“Okay slave, that’s it.  Well, what do you say?”

“Umm … thank you master for punishing your slave.  Um,
your slave will do her best to be good.  And, and thank
you master for eating your slave’s pussy earlier and for,
um, for coming in her.”

“Very good.  Okay, up you get.  Give me a couple of
minutes to find the stories I want you to read.”

Back at his desk he logged on and started searching for
the stories he wanted.  It didn’t take him long before he
had each set up in a separate browser window.

“Okay there are three stories I want you to read.  Kind
of homework I guess!  First read Jack and Jake, then The
Firsts, and then Cheerleader Callgirls.”

“Yes master.”

Chapter 17 - Morning Throat

From zero to one hundred in less than a second.  One
minute she was in a deep sleep, the next instant she was
wide awake with an overpowering premonition that
something was horribly wrong.

Strange room, strange bed, strange everything … slave!

She was a slave and he was standing alongside the bed
holding something, saying something.  As she tried to
clear her head she realised that although her lower half
was covered by a sheet, she was naked from the waist up
with her boobs very much on display.  Instinct was to
cover herself but she fought the impulse as she strained
to get her brain into gear so she could work out what he
was saying.

“Hey sleepy, time for breakfast.  Well, way past that
time but what the hell.  I’ve got croissants, had to
dethaw them, coffee, some cereal and even some fruit if
you want it.”

Dethawed croissants?  He had a tray with dethawed
croissants on it?  This only increased her confusion.
Her eyes darted to the bedside clock but what she saw
only worsened her panic.  It was after eleven o’clock.
How could she have slept that late?  Then it started
coming back to her.  Of course, she hadn’t gone to bed
till after daybreak.  He’d made her read those stories
and by the time she’d finished and then surfed the net a
bit it was six thirty.  She’d debated staying awake till
he woke up but once she stopped reading and surfing her
eyes had become so heavy she knew she couldn’t stay awake
any longer.  She’d carefully slipped into bed alongside
him, just to have a quick nap.  Next thing she knew …
croissants!

“Yep, almost midday.  But you looked so cute sleeping
there that I couldn’t wake you.  Till now that is.  You
know, days half over and there are lots of things to do!
So, what’d you want to eat?”

“Umm, I don’t know … I, ahh … umm, toilet?”

“Oh, sure.  I’ll just set this up while you do whatever.”

Of course this meant getting out of bed.  The natural
thing would have been to wrap herself in the sheet or
grab something, anything she could use to cover herself.
Fortunately she was awake enough by now to know that
covering herself would probably lead to trouble so,
taking a big breath, she slipped out of the bed.
Fighting the urge to hurry past him she walked normally
as she headed for the bathroom but she was unable to stop
blushing as she felt his eyes on her naked body.

Richard turned to watch her walking out, her butt seeming
to wriggle at him as she disappeared out the door.  Fuck
she looked so good naked, so beautiful, especially when
she moved.  Poetry in motion or something like that.  It
really was an almost painful experience watching her, his
chest seemed to tighten and he had trouble breathing.
His, she was his and soon she’d walk back in, naked, her
boobs doing that indescribable jiggle, her beautful
little tuft of pussy hair only half hiding her pussy lips
and they’d sit together on his bed having breakfast.
Awesome!  And she hadn’t tried to hide herself from him,
not even for an instant.  This whole thing was really
starting to work just the way he’d imagined.

As she toileted and then cleaned her teeth Janet
desperately tried to clear her head.  Early in the
morning as she was reading the last story she’d had a
moment of absolute clarity where she’d known exactly what
she had to do to make this mess work so as he wouldn’t
hurt her anymore.  Everything was crystal clear.  Now
however her head was a mass of cotton wool and nothing
seemed the slightest bit clear.  Maybe if she had a
shower but he had breakfast waiting for her and so he’d
be expecting her back.

Finishing cleaning her teeth she quickly checked herself
out in the mirror.  Not too bad although her hair was
starting to look a little ratty.  She’d have to give it a
serious combing soon.  Anyway, at least there were no
marks from where he’d whipped her yesterday.  She
shivered at the horrible memory.  It seemed like such a
long time ago but it wasn’t and it would probably happen
again if she pissed him off.  No way.  She wasn’t going
to give him any reason to hit her like that ever again.
One last check in the mirror and she headed back to the
bedroom trying to focus herself on the main task.  Keep
him happy!  No two tasks.  Keep him happy and remember
what it was that had seemed so clear at five in the
morning!

“Ok, got everything set up.  Come and get it!”

He was looking very proud of himself as he sat in the
middle of the bed, the food spread all around him sort of
like a picnic.  He had obviously taken a lot of trouble
getting this together so she was probably meant to
congratulate him or something like that.

“Looks great.”

“Yep.  Should be plenty here.  What’d you want to start
with?”

“Cereal?”

“Okay, cereal it is.  Come on, we can eat on the bed.”

It was only as she clambered onto the bed to sit cross-
legged, facing him, that the fact that she was still
naked struck home!  Of course he wasn’t.  He was only
wearing shorts and the way his thing … no his cock … was
tenting the front of them he probably didn’t have any
underpants on but still, he was clothed and she wasn’t.
Yesterday this had seemed like such a problem but now?
There was a momentary wave of embarrassment where she had
to fight the urge to grab a pillow to hide behind but
this was quickly followed by resignation.  He’d
definitely seen everything she had to show in the last
few days so whatever!  She was obviously going to have to
get used to it.

For the next few minutes she managed to avoid lengthy
conversations, relying on “thanks”, “yes”, “no” type
answers as they started eating.  Then she made sure she
had her mouth full so talking wasn’t really an option.
It gave her more time to try to remember what it was
she’d worked out last night but she still couldn’t seem
to dredge it up.  It was this out of reach thought,
seemingly hell bent on tormenting her because she was
sure it was the idea that was going to save her, protect
her from anymore of his horrible whippings.

Then, as she savoured her first sip of coffee it came
flooding back.  The girls in the cheerleader story had
been the ones who had given it to her.  They liked having
sex, wanted to have it, planned and schemed to have it
and more than that, they let the guy know which he really
seemed to get off on.  He liked it when they were sluts.
He didn’t want to be chasing them to have sex, he wanted
them to be chasing him, taking the initiative and in the
early hours of the morning, that’s what she’d finally
figured Richard was about.  He wanted her to be like
those girls.  And he wanted her to be like the two girls
in the first story and most of the girls in the Jake and
whoever the other story was.  Most of the time they
didn’t have to be asked to have sex or do things, they
did them because they wanted to.

Phew, that was a relief.  At least she’d remembered
although remembering what she’d decided she had to do
didn’t mean it was going to be easy to actually do it.
Of course last night it had seemed easy.  She remembered
turning to look at him as he slept, thinking it’d be easy
to pretend she wanted to have sex with him, to do the
things those girls were doing.  She had to do them anyway
when he told her to, the only difference was that she’d
be taking the initiative.  Might mean he thought she was
a slut but didn’t he think that already from the names
he’d called her.  Now however, sitting here in front of
him with him actually awake … much harder to contemplate!

Oh shit!  She just remembered the other great idea she’d
had last night.  The reason she’d then spent another hour
surfing the net, looking at stuff that two days ago she’d
probably have been too embarrassed to search for.  What
she’d planned had seemed easy then but now, looking at
him as she continued to sip her coffee it seemed
impossible!  But if she didn’t do everything Richard
wanted and even more, then he’d probably hurt her again
with the whips.

Shit, shit, shit!  She’d said I earlier instead of your
slave.  Dumb, dumb and dumber!  Although he hadn’t said
anything so maybe he didn’t notice.  Your slave, not I.
Your slave, not I.  Your slave, not I!

“So, what time did you get to bed?”

“Your slave went to bed about six master.”

“Wow.  And you read the stories?”

“Yes master.”

“So, what did you think of them?”

“Ah, they were interesting, I mean good master?  Your
slave means good master!”

“Right.  Um, which one did you like most?”

“Oh, not sure.  Um, the second one maybe?”

“How come?”

She didn’t say anything for a while, not certain how to
answer, not really wanting to talk about it because it
was kind of embarrassing.  Which was of course really
dumb!  She was sitting on his bed totally naked plus he
knew she’d read the stories yet she was embarassed
because he wanted her to tell him what she thought about
them.  She knew why she was embarassed of course.  It was
because she’d been turned on by reading them.  Really
turned on by some of the scenes but she definitely didn’t
want him knowing that.

“I guess, your slave guesses it was maybe more
believeable than the other stories.  More normal that
is.”

“Yeah, suppose so.  Which part did you like the most?
You know, which chapters?”

Somehow she didn’t think he wanted to hear a school
report giving a literary analysis of the story.  He
wanted her to talk dirty, he wanted to know which sex
scenes she liked, probably so he could do those things to
her.  Not that it was really a problem in this story as
most of the stuff the characters did was fairly standard.
In fact there wasn’t really anything she could think of
in this story that she and Richard hadn’t already done.
Except having a third person there but in this story that
wasn’t really an issue, certainly not the way it was in
the other two stories where there were lots of … orgies
she guessed they’d have to be called.

“When they first got together maybe?”

“You mean the first time they fucked?  In the park?”

“Yes master.  When they first fucked.”

“Anything else?”

“Umm, not sure … maybe when the other girl … when she
sucked him off for the first time?  And when he, um, you
know, did it to the girlfriend?”

“When he ate her pussy you mean?”

Shit, she had to say everything, not try to avoid stuff
like that or he’d punish her again.  She knew what she
had to do so why wasn’t she just doing it!

“Yeah, when he licked her pussy for the first time and
she came.  That was, um, good.”

“Exciting?”

“Yeah.”

“So you did get turned on reading them?”

Damm, maybe he did know, maybe he’d seen.  She’d been
half way through the first story, one hand hitting the
page down key every few seconds when she’d realised that
her other hand was down at her pussy and she was holding
herself, a finger ever so lightly brushing over her
clitoris.  She’d quickly jerked her hand away and after
waiting a couple of minutes pretended to yawn as an
excuse to turn so she could check out if he’d been
watching but thankfully it looked like he was asleep.
After that scare she’d been careful for a while but
eventually the itch had become too strong and she’d had
to hold herself.  She’d constantly checked him and she
hadn’t actually got herself off but maybe he knew.  Maybe
he’d woken up at some point and watched her.  Shit, she
couldn’t risk it!

“Yep.  They were a turn on.”

“Okay great!  Hoped they would be.  I mean I knew from
your diary that you get hot watching porno’s but this is
way cool that you get hot reading sex stories too!  So
what other parts did you like?  What about the other
stories?”

“Um, well in the Jake story I guess, your slave that is,
liked it when Jake and his girlfriend had sex, when they
fucked the first time.”

“Yeah, I’ve jerked off over that story a few times.  And
then later on when he fucks her younger sister, that’s so
hot.  Actually there were lots of hot parts in that
story.  The scene where he and his brother fuck his
sister in the arse for the first time and …  .”

Jerked off over it?  She took a long sip of her coffee,
eyes down, not sure how to react to that.  He masturbated
… no, jerked off … when he read the story.  And he’d done
it more than once.  Probably sitting at the computer
where she’d been sitting last night.  He’d sat there and
played with his cock till he’d come, spurting his stuff
all over the place as he read that story and probably
when he read the other stories.

Gross!  Well maybe not gross.  She probably should have
been grossed out by it but truth was she wasn’t.  It was
more … interesting … nasty or something like that … to
think that he sat there jerking off, playing with his
hard cock as he read those stories.  Like she knew guys
jerked off but it just wasn’t something you thought
about, wasn’t something you imagined.  Of course she’d
almost done the same and would have done it if she’d been
by herself last night but that seemed different somehow,
even though she knew it probably wasn’t.

“Hello?  Janet?”

“Sorry master, what?”

“Did you like the part where they fuck their sister in
the arse?”

“Um, yes master.”

“Yeah, me to.  Hey, what about you?”

“What master?”

“You know, when we, when I fucked you in the arse?  Not
the first time cause I know that must have hurt a bit.
Sorry.  But the second time.  You got off that time
didn’t you?”

“Yes master.”

“So you don’t mind, I mean you like being fucked in the
arse then?”

This was so cool being about to talk to her about stuff
like this.  He’d never have imagined he ever be able to
ask a girl if she liked being fucked in the arse let
alone have actually fucked her there.  He knew that
because she was his slave she had to answer him but even
allowing for that she really didn’t seem to mind talking
about it.  In fact he reckoned she might be getting
turned on by talking like this.  He certainly was!  Very
turned on!  He’d soon be clearing all the stuff off the
bed so they could have their first fuck of the day.  His
cock was starting to demand some relief and with his
naked dream girl here on his bed he sure wasn’t planning
on masturbating.

“Guess so master.”

“Okay.  Cool.  Which way do you like best?”

“Sorry master?”

“You know, which way have you liked best? Being fucked in
the cunt, the bum or sucking cock?  Like if you had to
chose one, which’d be your first choice?”

This was getting all too weird and she was starting to
feel really light headed.  Which did she like best?  How
was she supposed to answer something like that?  In any
normal situation if a guy had dared to ask her this she’d
have slapped him or maybe even kneed him in the balls.
Besides that, the answer should be none, should be that
she hated everything they’d done because he was forcing
her to do it.  But of course she couldn’t say that, not
only because he’d get pissed off but because even if he
was forcing her, her body kept betraying her by enjoying
so much of what they did.

She had to say something though or she’d be in trouble
again.  She couldn’t refuse to answer and she knew she
couldn’t give a non-committal answer so her only choices
were making something up or just telling the truth.  As
much as she hated it, the truth really was the only
option.

“In … in the … in my cunt master.”

“Thought so.  Second?”

“Sucking co … sucking your cock master.”

“So you like sucking cock?  I wasn’t sure.  I mean I
thought you did cause you really get into it but you
know, maybe you were pretending.  I guess being fucked in
the bum would be third!  Hey, what’s it feel like?”

“Master?”

“What’s it feel like?  Having my cock up there?  In your
bum?  Cause it feels really different for me.  Like in
your cunt’s different to in your bum to when you suck me
off.  So I was wondering what it’s like for you?  You
know?”

“Umm … I guess it sort of … sorry master, should have
said slave!  Your slave guesses, um, that it’s … not sure
… like it’s full maybe?  Strange?  Yeah, feels strange.
Full.  Like I, like your slave wants to, you know?”

“What?”

“Wants to … go to the … like wanting to go to the toilet
… you know, do a shit.”

“Oh, okay.”

“That’s at the start.  Then your slave got used to it
after a while.  The second time that is.”

“Yeah.  Well I guess the second time was better for me
too.  Sorry about that first one.”

Sorry?  That was the second time he’d said sorry.  This
conversation was getting stranger and stranger and she
didn’t know if she could handle much more without her
head exploding or something.  Maybe if she turned it back
on him it would make it easier.

“What about you master?  What’s your favourite?”

“Hmm.  Wow, tough one!  I love everything!  But I guess
normal.  When we have sex, normal sex that is, being
inside you is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.  It’s
like so much more than I’d ever imagined it could be.
Your cunt’s so hot and slippery and it’s like it holds my
cock really tightly but it also lets it move inside you
really easily.  Sort of like it’s this total massage
effect.”

This had to be the most incredible conversation he’d ever
had.  Telling a girl what it felt like to have his cock
inside her cunt.  And not just any girl but his Janet.
His eyes had dropped down to her pussy, the lips easily
visible, looking so inviting.  He wasn’t sure if he could
wait much longer to feel his cock inside her again now
that he was talking about it.  Then he looked up and saw
her mouth, lips parted a little bit, her pearly white
teeth just visible, inviting, tempting.

“Being sucked.  That’s amazing too.  Seeing my cock in
your mouth.  And feeling your tongue licking it and the
way you suck is so incredible.  Especially when I come,
it feels like your sucking my come out … which I guess
you are!  I love that too.  Yeah.”

For a few seconds nothing was said as they just stared at
each other, their breathing shallow, as if they were in a
trance.

“Okay, right.  That’s good.  So, what about the other
story.  The cheerleader one.  What’d you think of that
one.”

“What?  Oh, the Cheerleader?  It was good master.
Strange though.  At the start your slave thought it
strange that the girl was interested in the guy because
he was so much older than her.  Then I, your slave
remembered that last year she had a crush on Mr Jeldon.
Like nothing happened you know but he must be at least
thirty so your slave guesses it isn’t that strange.
Although when he started having sex with all the girls it
was a bit hard to believe.  The guy in the story that is,
not Mr Jeldon!”

“Yeah, I suppose so but it is just a story you know.
It’s not meant to be real.  But what about when the girls
get together.  You know, the lesbian stuff.  Did you
think that was sexy?  Have you ever done any of that?”

A warning bell went off and she had a sip of coffee,
trying to buy some time.  She couldn’t remember if she’d
written anything in her diary.  She didn’t think she had
but then again maybe she did which meant she couldn’t
risk lying.  Shit, she’d probably have to tell him.

“Um, not really.  Like not the way they did in the
story.”

“Did you find it sexy in the story when the girls got it
on?”

“Umm … guess so.”

“Ok, wow.  So you get turned on by lesbian stuff.  That’s
cool.  So, what’d you mean by not really?  What stuff
have you done with a girl?”

“Well when I was about thirteen, you know Jacqui Welston,
well she and I sort of practised kissing a couple of
times when she slept over.”

“Yeah?  Like full on?  Tongues and all?”

“Um, not first time but … yeah, second time cause her
sister had told her all about it.”

“Okay!  What else?  There’s something else isn’t there?”

Shit!  He knew.  She must have written it in her diary.
She’d have to tell him everything now.  This was so
embarassing and she could feel her face flushing once
again.

“A few months ago at a party I’d drunk a bit and I kissed
and you know, did stuff with someone.  Your slave kissed.
Your slave … sorry master!”

“Really?  Like this was full on kissing too?  You know,
tongues and all?  And what stuff?  Did you play with each
other or something?  Oh fuck!  Marcia.  It was her wasn’t
it?  You and fucking Marcia!”

“No, no.  It wasn’t Marcia.”

“Yeah?  You sure?  Yuk.  I fucking hope not. Bitch, she
is such a bitch, don’t know how you fucking stand her at
all.  Okay, so who was it?”

“Tina.”

“Tina?  Tina Dale?  Really?  So she’s a lesbo?  Wow, Tina
Dale a les … I didn’t know.  I mean she doesn’t look like
one, she’s like really hot.  Tina Dale, wow!  So, what
did you two do?”

“No, she’s not, she’s not a lesbian.  We’re not, really.
It was just we were both a bit drunk I guess.  We were
pissed off because everyone else at the party seemed to
be with someone and we weren’t.  I, your slave doesn’t
know … somehow we decided to pretend to be with each
other and then later we kissed.  That’s all.”

“That’s all?  Tongue kissed?  How long?  And what else
did you do?  You said there was other stuff.”

She took another sip of coffee, gathering herself and
then told him everything.

“We kissed for a few minutes.  Outside but the lights
were off.  Not at first but soon it was tongues.  It was
like fun.  And we held each other.  Then she held my bum
and we kind of rubbed against each other.  Then we
giggled a bit about how silly it was.  Although, well, I,
your slave noticed that her nipples were poking out and
said something.  Then your slave touched her nipples and
she, you know, made a sound … she liked it … she still
had her top on though … so then somehow we started
kissing again and this time we were touching each other’s
boobs and nipples.  That’s all and not really touching,
like we both had our tops on so it wasn’t really, you
know, touching touching.  Anyway that was it cause
someone came outside a couple of minutes later and we
went in and that was it.”

“So you liked it?  Kissing and touching a girl?”

“I … your slave … it was okay.  Yeah.  But we’re not
lesbians or anything.  Like we’d drunk a lot and, you
know?”

“Wow.  Cool.  And that’s it?”

“Yeah.  We never talked about it or anything.  Your
slave’s never told anyone this.  You won’t tell anyone
will you?  Please?  Please master?”

“No.  Course not.  Wow.  You didn’t even put this in your
diary.  This is one big secret isn’t it!”

Shit, he hadn’t known!  Still what did it matter.  Even
if he told someone, what did that matter.  Her life was
kind of over anyway so people knowing she’d kissed Tina
once wasn’t really a big deal compared to people knowing
what had happened to her over the last couple of days.

When she was telling him about touching Tina’s boobs he
really thought he was going to come in his shorts.  The
image was so potent, such a turn on.  He kept glancing
down at her boobs, especially her nipples which were
really hard.  Hard for him to suck and play with!  Oh
yeah, this was going to be the best fuck they’d had he
was sure of it.

“So, what would you like to do today?”

“Anything you want master.”

“No, come on, I want to know what you want to do.”

She was about to reassure him that she really only wanted
to do what he wanted when it occurred to her that this
was sort of a trick question.  There were three
possibilities.  She could say anything you want again but
he might get angry because that was a bit like disobeying
him.  She could say to go home and not be around you
because you’re an arsehole and you’ve been so horrible to
me and I hate you … but somehow she felt that could cause
a few problems.  Or she could try to come up with
something she thought he’d want to do and then say she
wanted to do it.  Even more than that, she could actually
do it like the girls in the stories did.  If she thought
about it too much she knew she’d chicken out so she leapt
in, praying it was the right thing.

“Master, have … have you … have you come this morning?”

“Umm, what?  Ah, no.”

“Then your slave would like to help you come master.”

His brain was having a lot of trouble processing this as
he watched her gather the breakfast things onto the tray
and put the tray on the floor.  She looked up at him with
a tentative half smile as she moved closer leaning
towards him till her lips met his, lightly brushing
against them, the tip of her tongue licking his lips as
her hard nipples brushed against his chest and her eyes
fluttered closed.

His didn’t.  This was way too confusing.  He thought
she’d asked him if he’d come this morning and then said
she wanted to help him come but that couldn’t have been
what she’d said.  Either he’d heard incorrectly or he was
dreaming.  Although he could now feel her hand on the
outside of his shorts, holding his cock as her tongue and
lips moved down his chin to his neck and then to his left
nipple making this the most real dream he’d ever had.

“Did you say … oh.”

She’d sucked on his nipple, flicking her tongue over it
at the same time as she’d started rubbing her thumb over
his cockhead.  This was definitely no dream so maybe he
did hear correctly.  Her other hand came up to his
shoulder and when she applied pressure he didn’t resist,
allowing her to push him down onto the bed.  As he lay
back, her mouth stayed glued to his nipple, her lips and
tongue working their magic in ways he’d never imagined
possible.  The hand on his shoulder moved over his chest
and she started tweaking his other nipple between her
thumb and forefinger.

“Oh wow.”

“Do you like that master?”

“Oh yeah.”

She almost asked him if his nipples were sensitive but
stopped herself, her embarassment taking over.  No,
wrong.  Stopping herself was wrong.  She just had to do
things, not hold back, not think about them because if
she thought too much she wouldn’t be able to do continue.

“Are they sensitive?”

“Yeah.  Shit yeah!  I had no idea.  Oh yeah, that’s good.
Keep doing that.  Ohh!”

She’d swapped sides and this time she was licking the
flat of her tongue over his nipple.  Until she’d read the
stories last night, she’d never thought of guys having
sensitive nipples and she’d actually doubted it when
she’d read it anyway.  So much of the stuff in the
stories seemed to be exaggerated but maybe not because
Richard certainly seem to like what she was doing.  This
had to be good for her.  Surely the more he enjoyed what
she did the less chance there was that he’d hit her
again.  Anyway, it was kind of neat playing with his
nipples like this so it wasn’t as though she was doing
something really nasty.

For the next five minutes she moved from one side to the
other, teasing his obviously sensitive nipples.  While
her mouth worked on one nipple her fingers would toy with
the other one, never letting up.  As she got used to what
she was doing she started trying to vary the way she
licked him, noting his reactions, figuring it was
important to know what excited him the most.  He really
seemed to like it when she carefully held his nipple with
her teeth and flicked her tongue over it.  The other
thing that got a really strong response was when she
scratched her nail really quickly in circles around his
nipple.

As she played with his nipples her other hand continued
to stroke his cock.  First through his shorts but then
she moved her hand down his legs so she could get inside
his shorts.  They were really baggy so she had no trouble
getting her hand up inside and then she was playing with
his hard cock with nothing between it and her hand.  At
one point some slippery stuff came out and she smiled to
herself as she smeared it over the head.  Pre-cum.
Something else she’d learnt last night from the stories.
Apparently it was meant to help his cock get inside her
if they had sex but not this time she thought.

As much as he seemed to love her licking his nipples,
carrying on, moaning and groaning, she knew he’d want her
to move on, so she headed south, kissing her way down to
his stomach, pausing to lick and suck his belly button
for a couple of minutes.

While her mouth concentrated on his belly button she let
go of his cock but only so she could tug his shorts off.
She watched as his cock sprang free of his shorts,
standing tall and hard, looking so strong, so imposing.
Just looking at it, thinking about what she was going to
be doing next, thinking about having it in her mouth
again, made her mouth water.  It was now or never she
thought reaching up to take hold of his cock again but at
the last instant she stopped.

If the idea was to make this as good as possible for him
then part of that should probably be to make it last as
long as possible, to continue to tease him by doing more
of the things she was doing now.  It wasn’t as though
kissing his nipples and his belly button had been
horrible.  In fact it was sort of okay to do and he
really seemed to like it.  She remembered how much of a
turn on it was when he caressed her legs, particularly
her thighs.  Maybe she should do the same to him, maybe
his legs were also sensitive, after all his nipples were
and who’d have thought that.

Starting at his knees she dragged her fingernails up his
leg.

“Ohh yeah!  Wow!”

Because guys seemed to only be interested in kissing,
grabbing her boobs or pussy, and trying to get her to
hold their cocks, she’d assumed that the only place they
were sensitive was their lips and their cocks.
Apparently not.  Apparently there were lots of places on
a guy that were sensitive, just like she had lots of
sensitive spots.  Kind of neat really!  For a while she
kept playing with his thighs running either her finger
nails or the pads of her fingers over them.  It soon
became apparent that the insides of his thighs were the
most sensitive and he really liked it when she got close
to his groin.  He’d tense up and push his hips up and
down, as if he was trying to get her fingers to touch his
cock.

Richard was going crazy.  On the one hand he desperately
wanted her to touch his cock but on the other he wanted
her to keep doing what she was doing forever because it
was so wonderfully.  Her tongue kept licking around and
into his belly button as her nails played havoc on his
thighs.  Then finally her head lifted from his stomach.
Yes, he thought, his whole body tensing, waiting and
watching for the moment when her mouth would engulf his
cock.

“Oh shit!”

It wasn’t her mouth.  With her head upside down over his
cock she was using her hair to brush back and forth over
his cock and balls and stomach, tickling him, pushing his
excitement to levels he really hadn’t imagined existed.
It was getting so intense there was a moment when he
thought he was going to come in her hair and then he
seemed to pass beyond that.  As she continued caressing
him with her hair one hand was still working on his
thighs while the other moved back to his chest and
started toying with his nipples again.

“Oh shit that’s so good.  Oh feels so fucking good.”

When she’d started this her only real thoughts, only
feelings, were about keeping him happy so he wouldn’t
have a reason to hurt her.  But now, after kissing and
licking his body for so long, smelling that strange male
scent from his groin, feeling his skin under her fingers,
listening to him moaning because of what she was doing,
after all this she was falling into a zone where it
wasn’t about him or her, it was about the moment, about
the pleasure.  Now she was ready to feel his hard cock in
her mouth again, ready to taste him again.  Still keeping
her hair brushing his cock, she moved, repositioning
herself between his legs.

For a second when she started moving he was worried that
it was over but when he realised she was repositioning
herself so she was kneeling between his legs, he was more
than happy to spread them wide for her.  This was more
than he could ever have hoped for, more than he’d ever
dreamed of and better than anything he’d ever read.  She
was treating him like … like … it didn’t matter what
really, it was just totally the best.

Kneeling between his legs like this was good.  Great.  It
was a feeling of control, power and she really liked that
feeling as she started running both hands along his
thighs again, each time getting closer and closer to his
cock and balls.  For the first time since this had
started she was feeling that she had at least some
control of the situation.  Teasing him like this was
great even if she knew it couldn’t last forever.  As she
looked down at his cock, so red, so hard, she knew she
didn’t want it to last forever anyway.

Richard didn’t want it lasting forever!  He wanted it
now, wanted her mouth on his cock before he came from the
pressure of what she was doing to his body.  Then she
peered up at him, pulling her hair to one side as she
slowly licked her lips leaving no doubt in his mind what
was coming next.  The sight was so erotic, such a turn
on, that he had to grip the sheet to stop spewing his
come all over her face.  As her eyes locked on his she
lowered her head, mouth partly open, tongue poking out
till she made contact with the head of his cock.

“Oh God yes!”

He was expecting her to take his cock into her mouth and
start sucking but for the next minute she stayed there
with her wet lips kissing the tip, her tongue rubbing
against the underside, sending crazy tingles all through
his body as she stared up at him.  Finally, her eyes
drifted shut and with a soft moan, her lips descended
down his shaft, sucking him into her mouth till more than
half his cock disappeared from view.

“Oh my God!  Oh fuck that’s like so fucking intense!  Oh
yeah, so fucking good!”

Now that his cock was finally in her mouth he was
expecting her to suck him off like she’d done the last
few times but it wasn’t to be.  For the first few seconds
she sucked really hard but then she eased off and started
playing with his cock with her tongue, licking all over
it and moving it around in her mouth.  He watched in awe
as her cheeks on one side of her face and then the other
bulged outwards as she pushed his cockhead against them.

For a while Janet alternated between sucking him as hard
as she could and gently playing with his cock, pushing it
around in her mouth.  Then she decided she was ready for
the next step so she carefully raised her head till only
her lips were touching the tip of his cock. She slowly
lifted her head up a couple more inches and it worked,
they were still connected.  By her saliva!  As she
squinted she could see the bubbly strands of spit
trailing from her lips to the little hole on the top of
his cock.  Opening her lips a little more she let the
rest of the saliva that had built up in her mouth dribble
out to spread over his cockhead before she dropped her
mouth back down over his cock, taking in as much of it as
she could, sucking the saliva back into her mouth and
swallowing it.

Now she knew she really was a slut because that had to be
the dirtiest, nastiest, sluttiest thing she could ever
do.  Still, the way he groaned he obviously loved it and
so what if it was slutty, she sort of felt proud of
herself.  Proud and she had to admit really turned on by
what she was doing to his cock.  Weird!

It was as if he was trapped … no, not trapped, cause that
sounded bad.  It was as if he’d won the starring role in
an XXX rated porn movie.  Never in his wildest dreams did
he think that a girl would be doing the things that Janet
was now doing to his cock.  Not just his cock either.
After doing the sucking, dribbling routine a couple more
times she took his cock out of her mouth and moved down
to work on his balls, licking them and taking them into
her mouth.

They were funny things balls.  To start with they weren’t
balls at all really.  Until this all started she’d
assumed a guy’s balls were like marbles but they were
really like footballs.  Very small footballs of course.
Also they were sort of slippery the way they moved around
inside their sacks.  She hadn’t expected that either.
She’d thought they be like two immovable lumps stuck
underneath the guys cock.  They were much more
interesting than that though.  You could play with them …
carefully of course … like she was doing now!

While she was playing with his balls her hands had been
caressing his thighs, her nails scratching back and forth
along them.  Now, she pushed his legs up in the air and
ducking her head further down, started licking below his
balls, heading to his arsehole.  She still felt squeamish
about licking him here but it hadn’t hurt her yet and it
was something he obviously expected her to do so she
didn’t really have a choice, not if she wanted to avoid
him hitting her. Trying not to think about it too much
she once again ran her tongue over the wrinkled rosette
and was rewarded by another groan.  That was the easy
part though.  It was the next thing that was really
dodgy.  Poking her tongue out she narrowed it as much as
she could and pushing hard, forced it into his hole.

“Oh shit yeah!”

His legs trembled as he felt her tongue spreading his
arsehole, pushing inside him.  It was all starting to get
too much.  He was getting so close and when it happened
he knew it was going to be big after such an exceptional
buildup.

“That’s so fucking amazing.  Oh fuck!  You are so fucking
good!  Oh, yeah, so fucking good.”

Yes!  It must be working she thought as she licked his
arsehole one last time and worked her mouth back up to
his balls then up his hard shaft till she was poised over
his cock again, ready to start sucking in earnest, ready
for the big experiment.

Eyes closed she began working her mouth up and down his
hard shaft, corkscrewing her head around on each stroke,
her tongue pressed against him as she sucked till her
jaws started to ache.  He was soon moaning continuously
and she knew he must be close to coming, close to once
again filling her mouth with his sperm.

She plunged down once more till his cock was as far in
her mouth as she could get it, the head almost pushing
against her throat.  Easing off on her sucking she lifted
up a bit, at the same time angling her body up in the
air, then, swallowing as hard as she could, she lowered
her head and it happened!  She froze, suddenly to scared
to move either up or down, as she realised that she’d
actually done it and the head of his cock was in her
throat.

“Oh god!”

For Richard it was more like time stood still.  He’d had
no inkling, no warning of what she was going to do, of
what she was planning.  Deep throat!  Shit, it was
happening to him, he was being deep throated.  Janet
Sheen’s throat was gripping the head of his cock!

It felt like forever but was really only a few seconds
before she lifted her head up and rested with just a
couple of inches of his cock still in her mouth.  It was
possible.  She was sure she would have at the very least
spluttered and gagged, at the worst she’d been worried
that she’d have thrown up all over him but she hadn’t.
She’d done it, she’d actually swallowed him just the way
she’d read she could.  He’d have to be happy with that,
with everything she was doing.  Surely he wouldn’t hurt
her again.

“Oh … oh fucking hell!  Shit, you did it.  Oh, fuck
that’s so fucking good.”

Instinctively his hands had reached down and he was
caressing her hair and face.  At that moment he knew he
loved her, knew he wanted to be with her forever.  It had
all been worth in, everything

Although she’d now done it once, it was still a scary
knowing that she’d just had a cock lodged in her throat
and she knew that if she took his cock out of her mouth
now she'd probably wouldn’t have the guts to try again.
So she stayed there, gently sucking as she prepared to
swallow him again.

The second time was easier and more of his cock
disappeared into her mouth.  She actually moved her head
up and down a couple of times with it in her throat,
massaging it till she pulled her head off again to get
her breath.  She’d read that she could breath and take
him in her throat at the same time but she wasn’t sure
about that yet.

Richard hadn’t been watching the first time but he sure
as hell was the second time she took him into her throat.
Even though it had only been a couple of days he’d
started to become used to the amazing sight of half his
cock disappearing into her mouth.  Now as he watched even
more of it disappeared. She wasn’t sucking him so her
cheeks didn’t have that sexy dimpled look but watching
her throat bulge as he felt his cock head push into it
more than made up for that.  This didn’t even happen in
most of the porno movies he’d downloaded but it was
happening to him, here, real and live!

The feeling was so good.  The supersensitive head of his
cock was being gripped and massaged by her throat.  Then
all too soon it was over as she pulled back.  For a
moment he was horribly tempted to grip her head and jam
her face all the way down, fucking her throat but he
controlled himself.  No, that would be wrong.  What she
was doing for him this morning was so amazing he wasn’t
going to spoil it like that.  Oh shit!  She’d done it
again, going deeper and this time she kept his cock in
her throat even longer.  Soon, soon.  It would only take
a few more of these and he’d be coming.

The first time was scary - what if she choked, what if
his cock got stuck, what if she threw up all over him?
The second and third times were still a bit scary
especially when she felt his hands on her head - what if
he forced her to keep his cock in her throat and she
couldn’t breath?  The next couple of times though she was
able to take a bit of time to think about what she was
doing.  The gag reflex she’d read about didn’t seem to be
a problem for her.  And she could keep him in her throat
longer than a couple of seconds which made sense.  She
guessed she could keep him there as long as she could
hold her breath.  And moving up and down on his cock
while it was in her throat was also easy and she could
tell that he loved that.

It was on the sixth plunge that she got a surprise.  Up
till now she’d had her eyes closed but something tickled
her lips and her eyes sprang open.  His hair!  She was
staring into his pubic hair and she had so much of his
cock in her mouth that the tips of his pubes were now
against her lips.  This time as she lifted her head up
she kept her eyes open, watching as his shiny wet shaft
came out of her mouth.

She came all the way up till her lips were just kissing
his cockhead then she moved up a couple of inches,
letting her saliva keep then connected, dribbling it down
onto his cock.  Then, keeping her eyes open, she
enveloped his cock again, travelling down, swallowing as
it reached her throat, continuing down, past the tickling
hairs till her lips were pressed into his pubes and she’d
taken every inch of him into her mouth and throat.

That was it for Richard.  His body started trembling
uncontrollably, his finger tightened in her hair and he
cried out as the pulses of his orgasm blasted through his
body.

“Oh yeah!  Yes, all the way!  Oh fuck!  Fuck!  Coming!!”

When she felt his grip on her head tightening she figured
it must be time for him to come.  She tried to pull back
but his hold was too tight.  There was a moment of panic
as she was worried about drowning if he came in her
throat, then it was too late as she felt his cock expand,
felt the first spurt of come travelling down his cock.
It felt like the head of his cock expanded in her throat
then nothing.  Of course she wasn’t going to drown, it
was filling her stomach, not her lungs.  She calmed
herself as more come flowed down his cock and he pushed
his body up against her mouth, cry out with each spurt.

Finally with one last jab of his hips he relaxed,
releasing his grip on her head.  She slowly lifted her
head up, till his cock was out of her throat and she was
able to breath again.  A few dribbles of come came out as
she kept sucking and she swirled them around in her mouth
before swallowing them.  Strange.  She’d almost been
looking forward to having another mouth full of his come
to taste and swallow but if he came in her throat she
didn’t really get that.  Which of course she reminded
herself she didn’t really want to do.  She was only doing
all this to keep him happy.  It wasn’t as if she actually
liked doing any of this.

It seemed to take a long time before he returned to earth
… minutes, hours, years, he didn’t really didn’t know.
He finally became aware that she was still between his
legs, still sucking on his cock but he wanted her with
him now, not servicing him.  He eased her head off his
cock, pulling her up over his body till she was lying on
top of him, her wonderful boobs pressing into his chest,
her face above his, his cock now trapped between her
thighs.  There was so much he wanted to say, so much he
wanted to tell her.  Soon, soon he wouldn’t be able to
stop himself and he knew he’d tell her everything he was
feeling.

“Thank you.  That was the most amazing thing.  Just …”

Lifting his head up his lips met hers in a gentle kiss.

Chapter 18 - Finger Work

They lay together for the longest time, slowly
recovering, each lost in their own thoughts.  Richard of
course was in heaven, his face wrapped in the biggest
smile imaginable.  The girl of his dreams was now living
his dream and his life couldn’t be anymore perfect.

As for Janet while she wasn’t exactly smiling she was
feeling sort of relaxed, almost content as she rested her
head on his shoulder.  There was a degree of security in
finally understanding how to handle things with him.  It
was almost as if she was the one in control.  If she
followed his rules plus made sure she took the initiative
with sex, he’d be happy and if he was happy, that should
mean he wouldn’t hurt her anymore.  Simple!  In fact, she
was pretty sure that one of his rules was about taking
the initiative so really all she had to do was follow the
rules and it would be okay.  Maybe she should look at the
rules again to make sure she was following them all.

Shit!  Rules!  She was meant to thank him for letting her
suck him off but she’d forgotten and they must have been
lying like this for at least five minutes.  If she said
it now, he might realise she’d forgotten and get angry
with her but if she didn’t say it then he’d punish her
for sure.  Shit, shit, shit!

Richard was luxuriating in the after glow of the ultimate
blowjob, being able to come in her throat.  He was also
enjoying having her body on top of his, her nipples like
two pebbles pressing against his chest, his half hard
cock up against her slit.  His hands idly roamed her back
finally making their way down to her bum.  Her back might
be nice, but a back was a back whereas her bum!  He
didn’t think he’d ever get bored with touching it,
feeling it, the way it curved up from her back then swept
down, either to her hips, her thighs or best off all,
sweeping in to her female centre.

As his heart rate slowly returned to normal his mind
churned over a thousand thoughts and questions, the
uppermost ones being about them, about their
relationship.  He continued to caress her bum as he
slowly worked up the courage to tell her how he really
felt.  He knew it would change things, but after what
she’d just done, even what she’d just started doing now,
lovingly kissing his neck, he knew he had to tell her.

“Mmmm.”

She moved along the side of his neck, working her way up
to his mouth.  Almost instantly he could feel his cock
returning to full hardness and when her lips met his and
their tongues started playing with each other his stomach
tightened and then started doing flip flops.  Yes, he was
going to tell her, he had to!

“Thank you master.  Mmmm.  Thank you for allowing your
slave to suck your beautiful cock and, and thank you for
coming in your slave’s mouth.  Mmmm.  Thank you master.
Your slave thanks you master.”

Her lips met his again and they continued kissing but
this time he was swept by a wave of panic, not pleasure,
this time his stomach was sending very different signals.
Master / slave.  That’s what they were and he’d
forgotten, almost blowing everything in the process.
He’d almost told her that he loved her.  God!  That was
so close.  What a fucking idiot he’d have looked, how
fucking embarrassing it would’ve been.  Probably would
have fucking ruined everything!

He’d convinced himself that she loved him because of what
she was doing.  Bullshit, of course she didn’t love him!
If anything, she hated him.  After all a week ago he
didn’t exist as far as she was concerned and since then
he’d whipped her and raped her and forced her to do all
sorts of stuff.  She was only doing this because he’d
made her his slave, his slut, his personal sex toy and he
couldn’t afford to forget that.  Sure, when she behaved
and did what she was meant to do, like she’d just done,
he’d be nice to her and treat her well, but telling her
what he felt?  No, way!  Even feeling it was stupid!

Okay, he hadn’t made a fool of himself, hadn’t lost
control so it wasn’t a problem.  Moving on, all he had to
do was keep treating her like his slave, his sex toy.
What did he want to do with his toy now?  With his hands
still gripping her bum, the answer was simple.  He wanted
to play with his toy, wanted to play with his slave’s
body, explore it again.  He wanted to explore and examine
a girl’s body in ways that he’d never been able to up
till now.  That’s what he wanted.

She kissed him again as soon as she’d thanked him hoping
that this would stop him saying anything about how long
she’d taken to do it.  She thought it worked but she
wouldn’t really know till he made her write things in her
punishment book again.  Still she could hope, couldn’t
she.

As she continued kissing him she became more and more
aware of his cock, pressing against her pussy.  She
wasn’t completely sure but she thought it was getting
harder which of course probably meant he wanted to fuck
her.  Okay, she could wait till he made a move or she
could make a move herself.  Shit!  Knowing what she had
to do and actually doing it were sometimes very different
things!  This was stupid.  All she had to do was lift her
hips, tilt forward and maybe reach back to guide his
cock, then settle down again and he’d be inside her.
Simple!

Of course kissing him like this was also taking the
initiative and should make him happy so maybe she didn’t
need to do anything more.  It wasn’t as if she wanted to
have sex with him again so it would probably be best to
wait till she was sure that’s what he wanted.  Yeah,
that’s what she’d do and in the meantime she make the
kiss as good as she could, her tongue delving into his
mouth, exploring it, duelling with his tongue.

Then she felt him moving his legs and that was enough to
galvanise her into action.  Reaching back between her
legs she just managed to stroke the top of his cock
before he broke their kiss and rolled her over so she was
lying on her back and he was now on his side.  She waited
for him to get on top of her but he didn’t, he stayed
there lying alongside her, one hand now stroking her hair
while the other was playing with her boobs.

“Have you come this morning?  No, of course you havn’t, I
know you haven’t, you were asleep most of the morning
weren’t you slave?  Um, what I mean is like, would you
like to come slave?”

“Oh, umm, yes master … that is no, master, your slave
hasn’t come and, um, I … um, she guesses she’d like to
come master.  She doesn’t know master.  If that’s what
you want master that is.”

“Okay.  What if I finger you?  You know, finger fuck you?
Will you come if I do that slave?”

“Probably master.”

“Probably?”

“Yes master yes.  I … your slave will come if you … if
you fingerfuck me … her.”

When he moved his hand down between her legs and cupped
her pussy she did her best to smile up at him.  Then as
his fingers worked between her pussy lips she remembered
to give a little moan as she spread her legs apart to
give him easy access.

“That’s good.  Wow, you’re so slippery down here, like
your pussy’s really wet.  Fuck, is that normal?  No, it
isn’t is it.  Like you don’t walk around through the day
with it wet like this do you?”

Her face was suddenly burning, embarrassment flashing
through her like a flame with this further proof of what
she really was.  Why did he have to say things like that,
have to push home to her what a slut she was because who
but a slut would be so wet, would have become so turned
on by sucking his cock.

“You’re wet because you’re horny aren’t you?  I mean
that’s why you get wet isn’t it?”

“Um … yes master.”

“Far out.  So you got turned on sucking me off did you?
That’s so cool, that’s great.  Look.”

He’d brought his hand up to her face and his middle
finger was covered in her juice.  Then he held his finger
under his nose and inhaled.

“Oh wow, you smell so good.  God I love it!”

As she watched transfixed, he licked along his finger.

“Mmmm.   And you taste so good.  Your pussy has to be the
best thing I’ve ever tasted I reckon.”

He swiped his hand through her pussy again, gathering
more of her juice on her finger, this time bringing it up
to her nose.

“So, you like the smell?”

Why did he have to do this, humiliate her like this.
It’d be okay if she didn’t like the smell, if she was
nauseated by it because then she could smile at him as
she lied, telling him how much she liked it.  But she
couldn’t lie, she could only smile as she told him the
humiliating truth.

“Yes master.”

“Cool!  What about the taste.  Do you love the taste of
your pussy juice, cause I sure do.”

He wiped his finger over her lips and then slipped it
into her mouth.  Instinctively she sucked on his finger,
her tongue cleaning it.

“So, do you like it?  Well?”

“Yes master. Mmmm.”

He was kissing her as his hand went back down between her
legs and this time his finger slid into her pussy and he
started fucking it in and out.  Yeah, way to go.
Fingering her and playing with her cunt as much as he
wanted.

For a couple of minutes he pistoned his finger in and out
but then he slowed and finally stopped.  This was wrong,
this wasn’t what he wanted to do.  Well that wasn’t true,
he did want to do it, but not like this.  This was so, so
… mechanical or something the way he was jamming his
finger into her.  Didn’t feel right at all.  What he
wanted to do was give her the best orgasm she’d ever had
from being fingered, from masturbating.  He wanted it to
be even better than when she played with herself.  He
wanted her to love the things he did to her body the same
way he loved what she’d done for him.

When he stopped fingering her, broke off their kiss and
just stared at her she immediately assumed she’d done
something wrong.

“That was good master.”

“What?”

“Umm … what you were doing … you know … felt good
master.”

“Really?”

He started moving his finger again, this time watching
her face, looking for her reaction.

“Umm, yes master.  Good!”

“So this is what you do?”

“What master”

“This is what you do is it?”

“Yes, um … I … sorry master, you’re slave … your slave
doesn’t understand.”

“When you … you know, get yourself off?  This is how you
do it?”

“Umm … I don’t know … I mean your slave … sorry master …
your slave means … not sure … not sure what you mean
master.  Sorry master … have I, I mean, sorry, your slave
means, has your slave done something wrong?  Master?”

“No, no you haven’t done anything wrong.  Look, stop
saying your slave, okay?  Say I again.  Okay.”

“Master?”

Shit.  He hadn’t meant to say that but it had been
getting so annoying hearing her call herself, or rather
trying to call herself, slave all the time.  It seemed to
be getting in the way of them talking properly and anyway
it didn’t sound right somehow.  Not that he wanted her to
know that.  Now he’d have to cover it.

“What I mean is, um, what I mean is you’ve been a good
slave today, very good.  So as a reward you don’t have to
call yourself slave.  But if you stop being good then
that might change, okay?”

“Oh yes.  Thank you master.  Your … I’ll be good, I
promise master.  Thank you master.”

It seemed stupid but she really did feel grateful, really
meant it when she thanked him.  She almost felt like
kissing him so he’d know how grateful she was but she
didn’t because that would be … what did she care what it
would seem like to her.  He’d probably like it if she
kissed him and that was the important thing, to do the
things he liked and keep him happy.  Reaching up her arms
encircled him and her lips locked onto his, her tongue
slipping deep into his mouth.

Wow!  Not the reaction he was expecting.  As they kissed
he moved his arms around her and then rolled on top of
her.  His cock was once more pressed against her pussy
and her ankles wrapped around his shins, locking him to
her.  Finally they came up for a breath.

“Hmm.  Nice.”  He kissed her on the nose.
“Very nice!  Now, where were we?  I think I was asking
you about how you get yourself off and, well, I think you
sort of sidetracked me!”

“Sorry master.”

He lightly kissed her lips.

“Don’t be.  It was a very nice way to be sidetracked.
Still, I want to know.  Okay, now what exactly do I want
to know?  I know, when you do it … when you masturbate,
where do you do it?  In bed?”

Before she could say anything he kissed her again.

“Hmm, I love kissing you.”

“Yes master.”

“Yes master you love me kissing you?  Or yes master you
masturbate in bed?”

“Oh, um yes master I … um … both master.”

“Good.  Hey and of course you masturbate in bed!  It’s in
your diary isn’t it.  Where else have you done it?”

“Um … in the shower … and the bath.”

“And?  I know you did it at Julie’s place when you
watched the porno.  Anywhere else?”

“Not really master.”

“What?  Come on, where?”

“… School.”

“Wow!  Really?  Like when?  Where?”

“Just once in the girls toilet.”

“Wow!  Fuck, from now on everytime I go past them I’ll be
wondering if there’s someone in there playing with
themself!  So, how often do you do it?”

“Don’t know.  Few times a week maybe?  Every couple of
days I guess?”

“Shit, if I didn’t do it at least once a day I’d think I
was sick!  Hey, what about your friends?  Do they
masturbate?”

“Don’t know master.”

“Yeah that’s right.  You don’t talk about jerking off
with your friends do you.  Tell you what, if a guy ever
tells you he doesn’t do it, he’s like totally lying.  We
all do it.  Hey, Kelly does it, didn’t you say in your
diary?”

“I don’t know master.  I only thought she might.”

“Wow.  When I read that it was like, so hard to imagine
Kel doing something like that, you know?  Mind you it was
hard to imagine you doing it too I guess.  Although it
was defintely fun to try imagining it!”

Then he was moving off her, re-positioning himself to sit
cross-legged alongside her.

“Okay.  It’s night, you’re in bed and you decide to, you
know, masturbate.  What do you do?”

“Oh, um … I guess I normally sit up a bit.”

“Okay, do it then.”

She repositioned herself, half sitting, with pillows
supporting her.  She didn’t want to do the next bit but
realised she had to so she pulled her feet up to near her
bum and dropped her knees apart, spreading herself.  For
a while Richard didn’t say anything content to just
looked at her body.

“What next?”

“I, um, just touch myself, but not, um, not on my pussy
yet, all around to start with.”

She reached down to start but he stopped her.

“No, I don’t want you to do it, I want to do it for you.
You just have to tell me what you do.”

When he released her hand, it was his that moved down,
fingers extended till he touched her just above her pubic
hair and started lightly teasing her with a feathery
touch.

“Like this?”

“Um, yes, I … yes master.”

“No, you have to tell me.  Tell me what you like, how you
like to touch yourself.  What you do.  I want to know
what feels good for … you know, um, for girls.  Like I’ve
seen lots of porn movies where the girls are doing
themselves, but they don’t look all that real, you know?
Looks like they’re doing stuff so it’ll look good but … I
don’t know.  Anyway, I want you to tell me what to do.
What you do.  Everything, okay.”

“Okay, I’ll, um, I’ll try.”

This wasn’t going to be easy.  In fact it felt like it
would be impossible to do what she now realised he wanted
but what choice did she have?

“I normally touch myself lower, down, you know, um … like
alongside the lips.  On the sides though.  Not touching
them.  Oh, yeah, there.  Um … probably a bit heavier …
oh, yeah like that.  Oh, um, and up higher, you know just
above the … my thing … I mean my clitoris.  Not on it but
… yeah, that’s it.  Oh, and I do that for a while I
guess.”

“So like this?”

“Yes, um … master.”

“Anything else.”

“Well, um, I guess … my boobs, nipples I mean.  Well and
my boobs.  With my other hand, I sometimes touch them.  I
mean I do touch them.  Like that, yes, that’s just … I
mean that’s what I do.”

“And do you kiss your nipples?”

“What?  No, how could I … Oh!”

His right hand was between her legs, his left was playing
with her left tit and his mouth was gently sucking and
licking her right nipple.  Now that she was actually
doing what he wanted, telling him how she masturbated, it
wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be and it
certainly felt good.  Her eyes drifted shut as for the
next couple of minutes she surrendered herself to the
tingling pleasures and slowly building passion that his
fingers and mouth were creating.  Then it was time to
move on, to tell him what she’d do next.  She had a
moment of hesitation but pushed over that, knowing that
if he had to ask her what to do next it could be a mark
against her.

“Then, after a while … um, I don’t know how to … um,
after a while I sort of start to get, you know … wetter
down … my, um pussy gets wet, so … oh shit, um … I get my
finger wet and then rub it up … you know, rub it on my
clitoris so I can play … touch it.”

“Like this?”

“Oh, not so far … or … I mean … oh, doesn’t matter … oh.”

“What?  Come on, I want to know.  Not so far what?”

“I don’t put my finger in so far … and only one finger,
just like the tip.”

“Oh … I thought … sorry.  I’ll just …”

“No, it’s okay.  Oh yes!”

She jerked as a jolt of pleasure burst through her.  He’d
twisted his fingers around inside her, at the same time
inadvertently brushing the head of her clit with his
thumb and it felt good, really good.  He froze, his
fingers still inside her.

“You okay?”

“Oh yes.”

“So was that good or bad?  I’m confused.”

“Good.”

“So two fingers inside your pussy is okay?”

“Oh yes it was … I mean, um, yeah, I guess so.”

It was funny how a couple of words either way seemed to
be able to change things.  Her ‘I guess so’ was a real
downer to him and he didn’t want that, he wanted her to
really tell him.  Normally he wouldn’t have done anything
of course apart from trying to hide his disappointment.
But this wasn’t normally, this was far from normal.  He
was now a master and this was his slave, so if he wasn’t
happy with something she did, all he had to do was tell
her and she’d fix it!  Sitting up he took his hands off
her tits and from between her legs.

“Nope, not good enough.  You have to tell me everything
and you’re not really doing that.  You can’t start to say
something and not finish.  Nope, you’ve got to be, um,
truthful.  Understand?  Well slave?”

“Yes master.  Sorry master.  Your sla … I’ll be truthful,
really.  It felt good.  When you had both fingers inside
me, in my cunt, it felt really good.  Even all the … I
mean especially all the way in.  That was a, um, a really
good feeling.  And then when you touched my, my clit,
that was great master.  Oh, yes, good.”

“You like me doing that?”

“Yes I like you, you fingering me master.”

“That’s better.  So what do you do next?”

“I touch the outside of my clitoris, my clit, with, um,
with the wet stuff, you know, from my um pussy.  Just
play with that for a while.  Sometimes I have to get more
of the wet stuff …”

“Pussy juice.”

“More pussy juice, sorry master.  To keep it, um,
slippery?  If it’s dry it doesn’t feel as good.”

“So how long to you do this for?  Like how long till you
come?”

“Depends.  Oh.  Sometimes I make it last more than other
times.”

“What’s the quickest?”

“Few minutes I guess, I mean, yes, a few minutes if I’m …
when I’m already feeling, you know … turned on.”

“And how long otherwise?”

“I don’t know.  I’m sorry master, I’ve never like timed
it.  Fifteen minutes maybe?  Maybe more.”

“Yeah, that’s okay.  So should I be quick or slow?”

“Oh … whatever you want master.”

Richard was going to take it slow.  In fact if the
longest she’d taken to come was fifteen minutes he wanted
to see if he could make it last longer.  He wanted to be
so good at masturbating her that she was screaming for
release like in the stories he read!  That would be so
cool!

He kept his eyes on hers as he reached out again, his
fingers finding the silky hair of her bush before moving
further down till he was trailing them along the outside
of her pussy carefully avoiding her clit.  He did this
for a while, almost challenging her to look away but she
didn’t, she returned his stare, ocassionally smiling at
him but it was a tight smile, contrived.  Finally he
moved a finger to her centre, slipping back into her
pussy and she gasped, taking in a deep breath which
pushed her tits up.

The movement caught his attention and he brought his
other hand back into play, brushing over her hard nipple,
pleased when she moaned slightly.  It was good watching
her face, taking in her reactions especially as they
seemed to become more and more real.  Now he brought his
finger out of her pussy up to just above her clit and
started rubbing it back and forth over the hood.  This
seemed to get a reaction from her as her eyes half closed
and her mouth opened, tongue touching her lips.  The
invitation was too tempting and he bowed down to her
kissing her once again, their tongues playing with each
other.

As they kissed she felt it would be safe to close her
eyes which meant she was really able to concentrate on
what his fingers were doing.  Even when he broke the kiss
she kept her eyes closed, focusing on the feelings.  He
was being gentle which was so nice.  No, better than
nice, it was good, really good.  Exciting even when he
was gentle to her.  His fingers were so good teasing her
nipple, sometimes barely touching it, othertimes holding
it and twisting around it. Further down his other hand
was creating real havoc on her pussy.  It was sort of
different to how she did it but it wasn’t bad different.
It was good different, maybe even better than when she
masturbated.  Not knowing exactly where he fingers were
going to be at any given moment was great, kept her
anticipation growing.

She lost track of the time as she gave into the
sensations, waiting for the moment when he would touch
her clitoris.  Finally however she realised he must be
waiting for her, that she was meant to tell him what to
do next.

“Mmm, then I play with my, um, my clitoris.  Ohhh, yes.
Like that, oh!”

As he’s been playing with her pussy lips and the area
just above her clit he’d watched mesmerised as her clit
had poked out from the skin that covered it.  It was this
little, delicate looking, pink bud.  So sexy!  He wanted
to touch it, play with it but waited till she told him
to.  The wait was definitely worth it though if her moan
and the way she momentarily lifted her hips off the bed
when he finally brushed his finger over it was anything
to go by.

Then it really started and it was as if he could play her
body like an instrument by varying what he did to her
clit.  The lightest of touches and she’d hold her breath,
her body tightening up.  Using his nail meant little
twitches accompanied by sort of squeaking sounds.  A
firmer touch circling around and around meant that her
hips would undulate as she almost hummed.  When he held
it between his thumb and two fingers and lifted, she’d
gasp and push her hips up off the bed.  The best though
was when he brushed his fingers rapidly across the head
and she’d grab the bedclothes as her body started jerking
and her moans grew very loud.

Janet couldn’t believe it.  When she masturbated she
mostly rubbed her fingers over her clitoris getting
faster and faster till she came.  She didn’t do anything
more than that, certainly none of the things Richard was
doing.  It was amazing, she get closer and closer then
he’d start a different pattern and she’d drop down again,
only to head back up.  And each time it was as if the
point at which she was going to come became higher and
higher till she thought she was going to expode if he
didn’t let her actually come.

This was the most fun … no, not fun … the most intense,
enjoyable, exhilirating thing he’d ever done to someone.
That he could make her body react like this just by using
his fingers on her was awesome.  He wanted to feel her
cunt again though, wanted to have both hands touching her
beautiful pussy.

“What?  No … what … ummm …”

Her eyes sprang open almost in shock.  His hands were
gone and she wanted them back.  He was moving, leaving
her … no, he was just getting between her legs, kneeling
there, staring at her pussy.  Her mind was practically
screaming ‘touch me, touch me’.  Through half hooded eyes
she watched as his hands came to her knees and she
dropped them down till they were on the bed, spreading
herself as wide as possible.  Maybe he was going to fuck
her instead of using his hands.  That’d be okay as she
knew she’d come from that, probably within seconds, just
as long as he didn’t leave her like this!

His new position was better except that with her
beautiful pussy spreadout in front of him he had an
almost overwhelming urge to throw her legs over his
shoulders, lock his mouth on her pussy and bury his
tongue as far as he could up her cunt.  Later maybe.  He
really did want to get her off by masturbating her.  Also
she hadn’t showered yet and he was still sort of unsure
about eating her when there was probably lots of his come
still inside her from last night.

A hand on each of her knees he slowly trailed his fingers
along them pressing her legs into the bed till he reached
her pussy again.  One hand went back to her clit while
the other went lower, his middle finger easily slipping
into her.  She was wet, really wet!  He started working
on her clit again, as he slowly moved his other finger in
and out of her cunt, lost in the tightness, the wetness
and most especially the mystery of it.

Until a few days ago whenever he jerked off he’d always
imagined a cunt as being a sort of straight tube that
opened and closed and that was it.  But it wasn’t some
boring old tube, it was so much more interesting than
that with it’s mysterious folds and muscles.  Also, in
the hundreds of stories he’d read they all seemed to talk
about tight cunts and he’d been expecting some kind of
death grip that he’d have to fight against but it wasn’t
at all like that, certainly not with Janet.  Her cunt
might be tight, at least with his limited experience he
was pretty sure it was, but it was a wonderful tightness
that held him no matter if he was putting one finger into
her or his cock, but at the same time as it gripped him,
it also let him move so beautifully up into her body.

As he continued to play with her she started responding
and was soon quivering and shaking again, moaning almost
constantly.

“So, are you close?”

“Mmm, yes … close.”

“Good.  Hey, play with your tits.”

“What?”

“Your tits.  Play with them.  Come on, you said you play
with your tits when you masturbate.”

“Oh, yes … oh!”

This was good, both hands!  She could play with both
nipples.  Normally she’d have to alternate because one
hand would be down at her pussy.  She’d try to use her
arm to brush the nipple she couldn’t touch, but this way
she could tease and tweak both at the same time.  Heaven!

“Oh god!”

He’d pushed a second finger into her cunt and it easily
slid in as she opened to him, her cunt’s wonderful folds
molding to his fingers.  He started scissoring and
twisting his fingers, creating a squishing sound from her
cunt juice as he pumped in and out.  Her moans were
constant now, rapidly rising in volume as his fingers
started moving over her clit in a blur.

“When are you going to come?  Janet?”

“What?  Oh, soon, yeah, soon.  Omigod!”

He’d managed to slide his little finger at least an inch
into her arse and that was the final trigger.

“Oh yes!  Oh shit!”

She gripped her nipples as tightly as she could as her
body seemed to explode, shattering into a million pieces.
Her legs snapped out to the side then back in, gripping
his body as hers started shaking uncontrollably.

Her normal thing when she masturbated, was that as soon
as her orgasm started she’d stop playing with herself and
hold her pussy tightly, pressing against her clitoris as
the orgasm surged through her.  Richard however kept
fucking his fingers into her and whipping them across her
super-sensitive clit.  So instead of quickly peaking and
dying away, the waves of pleasure kept coming, getting
more intense with each wave.  She let go of her boobs and
reached out to grab his head, her fingers gripping his
hair, her body leaning forward as she instinctively
pushed her hips up, trying to get his fingers further
into her pussy.

“Oh god.  Yes.  Oh shit!”

Tears started pouring down her cheeks as the pleasure
kept rocking through her but still he didn’t stop, in
fact he sped up his fingers until finally she knew she
couldn’t bear the intensity of this pleasure anymore.
Letting go of his head she clamped her hands over his,
desperately stopping him from fingering her anymore as
her body continued to spasm and twitch.

Through all this Richard had watched in total amazement.
This was unlike anything he’d seen either over the last
few days with Janet or on any of the many porn clips he’d
watch online.  It was awsome and he’d made it happen!
He’d given her this orgasm.  Wow!  It was so beautiful
that he didn’t even mind when she grabbed his hands to
stop him fingering her.

She twitched and moaned for a few minutes more, still
holding his hands, her forehead pressed against his
shoulder.  Finally however it was over and she collasped,
curling around on her side into an  almost foetal
position.  Her limbs were like jelly, her mind blank and
she felt as if she was floating on clouds.  She was
vaguely aware of an emptiness when his fingers finally
left her, thinking that it would have been nice for them
to stay a little longer.

After she’d collasped he’d waited a while before
carefully pulling his fingers from her cunt.  They were
so wet, covered in her juice which was almost a milky
colour this time.  He lifted his fingers to his nose,
inhaling deeply.  It was like getting a hit from a drug,
experiencing a sudden rush through his body.  Moving his
fingers to his mouth he licked off every last trace of
her, savouring the exquisite taste.

Looking down at her he stroked her beautiful hair and
shoulder.  She looked so peaceful, so perfect.  All he
wanted to do was keep her like this, his beautiful Janet,
the person he so totally wanted to love and protect.

“You’re so beautiful.  That was so amazing.  When you
come it’s like wow!  Like the most amazing thing ever.”

She didn’t answer him but that was okay as he wasn’t even
sure if she heard him.  For the moment he was happy to
just be with her, sort of sharing in this with her,
watching her breathing slowly return to normal, loving
the occassional tremors that still went through her
limbs.

Finally consciousness started to seep back in and she
became aware of her surroundings.  That had been without
a doubt the most intense come she’d ever had, probably
even better than when he’d used his mouth on her although
that was also a pretty amazing way to come.  If this was
what being a slave was all about, having orgasm’s like
this, then being a slave wouldn’t be too bad.  Of course
it wasn’t about this really, it was about being forced to
do things, being hurt for not doing every little thing he
wanted.  Shit, like thanking him!  Second time today
she’d almost forgot.  She turned to him, struggling to
find her voice.

“Thank you master.  Thank you for … making me come like
that master.”

“Hey, my pleasure.  Was it good?”

“Yes master.”

“So, um, I did it right?  You know, like, did it how you
do?”

“Umm … yes.”

“What?”

“Well it was … it was, um, different.”

“Oh.”

“No, it was good.  I mean.  Well it was … it was better.”

“Better?  Like better than when you …”

“Oh yes, much … I’ve never, you know, for so long.”

“Come?  You’re kidding.  Really?  So I …  Wow that’s so
cool!”

“Yes master.”
