"Miranda Warning"
Story codes: MFF mc? exhib

By Orestes

orestesw@yahoo.com

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   Miranda couldn't believe that people posted crap 
like this to the internet. It was obviously just spam, 
posted to the targeted audience of one of the web 
personals sites. It was posted in the category 'Male 
seeking Female' with the headline 'Submit yourself to 
me'. When she opened the message, it seemed too 
ridiculous to take seriously. The poster claimed to 
have a subliminal hypnosis program that would work 
through the monitor of any computer.
   ' Complete every session, and it will turn you into 
a completely submissive slut who will do anything to be 
humiliated and abused. Don't say I didn't warn you.'
   Well there's a sales pitch. Who the hell did the guy 
expect to sell this program to, women who had nothing 
better to do than fantasize about being his fuck-toy ? 
He had an awfully big opinion of himself.
   Just out of a perverse curiosity, Miranda clicked on 
the e-mail link.
   ' How do I get the program ?' she asked.
   She fully expected to get a reply with a request for 
$24.95, cheque, money order, or visa, thank you very 
much. By the time the response came the next evening, 
she had almost forgotten that she even sent the e-mail. 
Instead of a request for cash, attached to her e-mail 
was a file named 'Sbmit1.exe'.
   Okay, so it wasn't spam. Correction. It wasn't 
spam...yet. The creep would still probably ask for 
money for Sbmit2 or 3. Either that, or the program was 
just a delivery device for a virus. No big deal, 
Miranda figured. She had bought a new computer 
recently, and the old was still hooked up. All she had 
to do was load the program into the old computer. That 
way, she could see what the program was about, and not 
take any risks with a virus.
   Miranda copied the program onto a floppy, and took 
it to the spare room, to where the older computer had 
been displaced. She wasn't sure why she even bothered. 
Boredom probably. Her husband's new schedule had him 
working evenings. Patrick wouldn't be home from work 
for another couple of hours, and she usually just spent 
this time cruising the internet. It would be good for a 
laugh anyhow.
   Upon opening the file, the screen of the older 
computer displayed a message.
   ' Hypnotic display session 1
     Duration 5 minutes followed by instructions
     Press <enter> to continue '
   She pressed the key. The screen began to flash with 
an array of colours, first slowly, and then with a 
rapidly increasing pace. Nothing terribly complex. 
Simple designs floated through her line of vision. She 
had to admit that the visual stimulation was relaxing, 
and even somewhat erotic, but there was no hypnotic 
trance. It was just a cute little graphics program. 
After five minutes, the screen gently phased back into 
text, displaying a screen full of instructions.
   ' Print this page now ' were the first instructions. 
Miranda clicked in the command to send the file to the 
printer. She didn't mind playing along with the 
program. It seemed harmless enough, and she did have 
some sexual tension to work off. When the page was 
printed, she pulled it from the printer and began to 
read.
   ' Suspend your disbelief. If you have come this far, 
you are at least willing to do that. Give these 
instructions the next half hour of your life.'
   Miranda decided that she could do that. As an editor 
for a book publisher, being able to suspend disbelief 
was almost an occupational requirement. She tried not 
to allow her eyes to skip ahead on the page, as was her 
habit when reading.
   ' Take this set of instructions with you to a place 
where you can view yourself in a mirror. I want you to 
see yourself obey my commands. Once you see how much it 
turns you on to follow my commands, you will be mine. '
   Miranda picked up the sheet of paper, and brought it 
to the bedroom. She set it down on the dresser and 
looked into the full length mirror on the bathroom 
door. She smiled at her reflection, feeling a little 
silly for playing along with the author of these words.
   ' Remove all of your clothing. Do this quickly now. 
I know that you are eager to be naked for me. '
   She had no reason to feel self conscious. She was 
the only one around. Nonetheless, it felt odd stripping 
of her clothes at the written commands. She thought of 
the thrill it might give the author if he knew that she 
was actually going through with it. 
   Miranda looked at her body in the mirror. She had 
been working out recently, and was quite proud of the 
results. She turned and inspected her body for a minute 
before reading the next instructions.
   ' Symbols are important. You will wear a symbol for 
me, to show your submission. Find a strip of black 
cloth, ribbon, or string, and tie it around your neck. 
It will be the only ornament on your naked body. It 
will symbolize your obedience to me. '
   Miranda liked the direction this was going. In 
truth, the initial reason she had been looking in the 
online personals, and that she opened a message titled 
' Submit yourself to me' was because she took a thrill 
from games of domination. Patrick tried his best, but 
he wasn't really into it. So, she often lived 
vicariously through personals and stories posted to the 
internet. Not that she ever intended to do anything 
about it, but it helped to satisfy her appetites.
   She went to the closet, and looked for a suitable 
piece of black cloth. After a minute of searching, she 
finally just decided to remove the shoelace from a 
black pair of boots. When she went back to the mirror, 
she watched her reflected self as she tied the lace 
around her neck. She smiled at herself again. This was 
getting her really horny. Who would have guessed that 
she would enjoy participatory fiction ?
   ' The black band around your neck is your slave 
collar. If you had any doubts about serving me, they 
are gone now. Through this symbol of submission, I am 
in the room with you now, watching you through the 
mirror. Come closer now. I want to touch you. '
   Miranda took a step closer to the mirror. She moved 
the page of instructions along the top of the dresser 
so that she could still read it.
   ' Your nipples are pointed now. I can see them 
through your eyes. Your hand will act as mine. Explore 
your body with it. Feel my hand upon your flesh. '
   She moved her right hand across her body now. She 
watched herself in the mirror. With little effort, she 
could imagine that the hand exploring her body belonged 
to someone else; to the unknown author. She cupped her 
own breasts, and circled the nipples. They were hard 
between her fingers. She felt up and down her body, 
showing her imaginary lover every inch.
   Her hand went to the string around her neck. She 
liked the look of it in the mirror. She imagined that 
his hand was tight around the collar, and that he was 
in total control of her. Her hand ran across her belly, 
around her hip, and caressed her naked ass. She could 
imagine his body pressed up against her, perhaps his 
cock brushing across the curve of her ass. When her 
hand finally found her pussy, it was like an electric 
jolt went through her body. She looked back to the 
instructions.
   ' You are showing me your pussy now. You are guiding 
my fingers into your wetness. My fingers are hot with 
your juices. I can feel you pushing your body against 
me. You want me to finish you. Not yet. I want to taste 
you first. Guide my fingers to your mouth, slave. Taste 
them for me. '
   It was like he was in the room with her, and the 
words on the page almost took on a real voice. Without 
hesitation, Miranda brought her fingers to her lips, 
and sunk them to her mouth. She sucked them eagerly, 
working her tongue around her fingers. Her taste was 
strong on her hand.
   ' Look me in the eyes. I can see into your soul. 
Bring your lips to mine, and I will let you cum. '
   Those were the last of the instructions. Miranda 
caught her own eyes in the mirror. They were eyes that 
could see every secret she held. She brought her lips 
to the mirror. The glass was cold, but she could feel 
his tongue against hers. Her hand had found her pussy 
again.
   " Mmmf, " she hear herself groan, as she strained to 
push her tongue further into the glass. The mirror was 
fogging under her hot breath.
   Her legs were weak. She dropped to her knees in 
front of the mirror, but her mouth would not free 
itself. Her lips slid down the mirror, keeping her in 
contact with the tongue of her lover. All of her 
feelings came now from the black lace around her neck. 
Even as her pussy began to send shock waves of pleasure 
through her body, the feelings seemed to be an 
originate from the collar around her neck. 
   I am a slave, she told herself silently. A 
submissive slut. To be used. Abused. Fucked by my 
master.
   The collar felt so heavy. The mirror was warming 
against her lips. Her pussy was throbbing against her 
hand. When she finally lost control, she swore that she 
could feel the mirror kissing back.

   Miranda thought a lot about the program while she 
was at work the next day. It gave her little shivers of 
excitement. It was exactly what she was missing in her 
love life; a little harmless fun with a dominant lover. 
A fantasy lover, but a lover nonetheless. She still 
wore the shoelace, as a reminder, tied tightly around 
her ankle.
   She still didn't put any stock in the idea of the 
subliminal hypnosis program. The screen display was 
just a nice little prelude, and helped to put her into 
the mood. It was just a psychological tool really, to 
allow her to take the written instructions seriously. 
If the instructions had come to her any other way, she 
was sure that she would have ignored them.
   " How far do I want to go with this ?" she found 
herself asking aloud, while alone in her office. She 
certainly didn't want to let Patrick know about the 
program. It all seemed pretty harmless, though. She 
would play it by ear.
   She sent another e-mail that evening.
   ' How do I get the next session ?'
   To her surprise, the e-mail response was back within 
an hour.
   ' Fill out this questionnaire with your personal 
information. Enclose your slave collar in the same 
envelope, and send it to me. It is a symbol of your 
obedience, given freely to me. '
   The address was to a man called Walker, and was over 
half a continent away from Miranda's home. Up to this 
point, Miranda had been careful to only send e-mail 
through an anonymous address. She was a little 
concerned about providing her personal information to 
this Walker. She opened the file to the questionnaire, 
and was relieved to find that it didn't ask any 
questions that would reveal her identity. The questions 
were about her physical description, sexual 
preferences, and marital status.
   For a minute, she considered lying about the 
details, but somehow that felt wrong. Anyhow, there was 
no danger in answering truthfully. This guy was miles 
away, and had no idea who she was. He might find out 
where she mailed the letter from by reading the 
postmark, but there was no way that she was putting 
down a return address.
   So, she filled out the questionnaire and enclosed it 
in an envelope. Miranda untied the lace from around her 
ankle. For some reason, she was reluctant to part with 
the black shoelace. The man was right, symbols are 
important. Nonetheless, she was anxious to receive the 
next session of the program, so she dropped the lace 
into the envelope and sent the letter.

   The next two weeks, Miranda anxiously awaited a 
reply in her e-mail. She couldn't believe how excited 
she was about getting her next set of instructions. 
When she finally received an e-mail from the man named 
Walker, she opened it immediately.
   ' I'm pleased that you obeyed my directions. Are you 
ready to take it one step further ? Your instructions 
await following the presentation of Sbmit2.exe. '
   Miranda liked the sounds of this. She was definitely 
ready to go further. This time she didn't bother to 
load the program onto the second computer, and ran it 
right away.
   ' Hypnotic display session 2
     Duration 10 minutes followed by instructions
     Press <enter> to continue '
   She pressed the key. This program was much better 
than the first. Within the shimmering colours of the 
display, Miranda could make out what seemed to be human 
forms. The glimpses were brief, and left her looking 
for more. The images were ghostly. She thought she saw 
a woman... no... two women. Were they being whipped ? 
The scene was too fleeting.
   Miranda could feel her body reacting. There was no 
way to know if it was the result of the images of the 
display, or the anticipation of the following 
instructions. By the time the images faded, and the 
screen phased slowly back to text, Miranda was shaking 
with sexual desire. She printed the page immediately.
   ' You have come this far, though you still doubt the 
effects of the display. Perhaps you were born to be my 
slave. Perhaps the program does nothing. It is not 
important. What is important is that you know that you 
will do exactly what I say, because you are my little 
whore now. You will enjoy every moment of your 
surrender to me. '
   Miranda was reading quickly. She needed to cum so 
badly now.
   ' I will give you only one chance to continue. If 
you cannot follow my instructions exactly, I have no 
further use for you. Symbols are important, little one. 
I hold your slave collar in my hand as I write these 
instructions.'
   The thought sent shivers through Miranda's body. 
   ' Tonight you will wear black panties as our symbol. 
Get them now. You will wear them with a short skirt for 
me, and then I will tell you what to do. '
   She took the sheet of paper with her to the bedroom. 
She stripped out of her jeans, and pulled off her white 
panties. In her dresser, she had a pair of lacy black 
panties that Patrick had bought for her. They were 
perfect. She also found a short skirt to wear. 
Instinctively, she looked tot he mirror for Walker's 
approval. Her bare legs looked delicious. She could 
hardly wait to get her hands between them.
   ' How slutty you must feel, wearing only black 
panties and a tiny little skirt. What kind of a whore 
would go out in public wearing what you are wearing now 
? You will. I'll see to it. I have made some plans for 
you this evening. '
   Miranda could feel her heart swelling with a mixture 
of fear and excitement. This game was going too far. 
What if someone saw her ? What would they think ? Her 
mind protested the commands on the printed page, but 
her body was anxious to feel the sting of humiliation. 
Perhaps, even, the sting of his whip She consumed the 
rest of the instructions eagerly. 
   ' I have arranged an encounter. You will display 
yourself for me. I met a man in a chat room yesterday. 
He lives in your city. Your are going to show him your 
black panties, and when he sees you wearing them, he 
will know that what I've told him is true. He will know 
that you are my little slut. That you belong to me. '
   ' What will I let him do to you ? You are anxious to 
know. '
   ' Why, nothing, my dear little pet. I could have you 
do anything, couldn't I ? But tonight, this man will 
only watch. He will see you at the main branch of the 
public library. He will be upstairs, at a study table, 
and you will sit across from him. Perhaps no one will 
notice as he looks up your skirt through a mirror in 
his lap. '
   ' What a naughty little slut you are to be spreading 
your legs so. He will watch as you drop your hand under 
your skirt, and squirm out of your panties. He'll see 
them around your ankles. Does anyone else see what's 
going on ? It doesn't matter. '
   ' He'll watch your face as you begin to stroke your 
pussy for me. You will see his eyes drop down to the 
mirror in his lap. Imagine how it will feel to have a 
total stranger watch you as you slide your fingers 
along your wet pussy. You must feel like a real slut, 
knowing that you will do this for me. '
   ' Give him a good show for me. He will be there at 
eight o' clock. When you are done, mail me your black 
panties to receive the next session. '
   Miranda's internal debate didn't last long. This was 
more excitement than she had ever had with Patrick, and 
she knew that she couldn't resist. In less than an 
hour, she was at the library.
   One of the librarians was watching her as she 
climbed the narrow set of stairs. From her vantage 
point, she could probably see most of the way up 
Miranda's skirt. Her face flushed red. It wasn't even 
summer. She looked totally out of place in the tiny 
little skirt. At least the library was fairly empty 
this evening.
   On the second floor, she looked for the study 
tables. She was a few minutes early, and the study 
tables were empty. She couldn't help but scan the room. 
Where was this man ? Was he waiting among the rows of 
books, or had he been downstairs, watching for her in 
the lobby ? She was breathing heavily. She was sure 
than anyone would be able to see her state of 
excitement.
   Eight o'clock came. She was in amongst the rows of 
books, watching the tables. The suspense was killing 
her. Then, like clockwork, and man came up the stairs 
and stationed himself at one of the study tables. She 
started to go over, to sit across from the man, when 
another library patron came out from the rows of books 
and took a place the second table. He flashed her a 
smile. Her heart raced. She had almost chosen the wrong 
man.
   She walked over to the second table. He watched her. 
His eyes ran up and down her legs. Miranda could feel 
her pussy twitch when the man ran his tongue across his 
lips. She felt so very cheap. They both knew that she 
was here to give him a peep show, like some sort of 
sleazy stripper.
   Miranda sat across from him. He was looking into his 
lap now, maybe adjusting the mirror to get a good view 
up her skirt. For a minute, she couldn't bring herself 
to uncross her legs. It was so unladylike. His eyes 
were riveted in his lap.
   Slowly, she uncrossed her legs. With one hand, she 
pulled the edge of her skirt back to give him a good 
view of the black lacy panties. God, she couldn't 
believe she was doing this in a public place. Anyone 
could see. Her eyes flashed around the room. No one was 
looking. Time to pull down her panties.
   Both hands now went down below. She lifted her ass 
from the chair, and pulled the panties down on her 
thighs. She watched the man. He was smiling now. Had he 
caught his first glimpse of her pussy ?
   She bent forward a bit, and pulled the panties down 
her legs, until they rested around her ankles. Taking a 
deep breath, she spread her legs again, and pushed her 
crotch to the edge of the chair.
   " Oh, that's nice, " the man across the table said 
quietly. Miranda blushed.
   Could he see how wet she was, Miranda wondered. She 
couldn't wait any longer. Taking another self-conscious 
glance around the room, she dropped one hand between 
her legs and began to frig herself. Just as Walker had 
described, the man looked up to see her face as she 
began to jerk off for his viewing pleasure. Her mouth 
hung open slightly, her eyes locked on his. He looked 
again to the mirror in his lap.
   There was a woman in the row of books across from 
her. She bent down to look at the lower shelves. Was 
she watching too ? The idea mortified Miranda, but her 
lust drove her forward. Her hips were gyrating now at 
the edge of the chair, and anyone who was looking at 
her face would surely see that she was in the heat of 
passion. She tried in vain to keep herself silent, but 
a low whine was escaping her throat.
   The woman in the row of books was watching now, not 
even pretending to look at the literature anthologies 
before her. The man at the table was fixed on the 
mirror. Miranda wouldn't last much longer. Her 
humiliation was only increasing her lust. At that last 
moment, when she knew that she couldn't retreat from 
climax, she locked eyes with the woman at the row of 
books.
    Orgasm ripped through her, throwing her body into 
convulsions. Her fingers worked furiously to extend the 
moment, as they became soaked with her juices. Her low 
whine intensified into a muffled squeal, as her body 
jerked on the edge of the chair. Finally, as the last 
peak of pleasure escaped her, Miranda slumped back into 
the wooden chair to catch her breath.
   The man across form her was smiling in her 
direction. She couldn't even look at the woman who was 
watching. She bent forward, and balled up the black 
panties in her hand. She needed to get out of there. 
The embarrassment was too much. She stuffed the panties 
into her purse, and made a direct line to the front 
door.

   The next day, Miranda sent her panties to Walker. 
Just like the black lace, she was reluctant to part 
with the black panties, but as embarrassing as the 
scene at the library had been, she couldn't take her 
mind off of it. It was the best orgasm she'd had in 
years. The thrill of following the unknown author's 
commands was undeniable. She wanted nothing more than 
to get the next session, and to print her next sheet of 
instructions.
   When she finally heard back from Walker, her hands 
were shaking. Two weeks had passed, and her sexual 
fantasies had only intensified. She masturbated every 
night, thinking about what he would tell her to do 
next. Even when she made love to Patrick, her mind was 
only on her next set of instructions. 
   The symbols were in her dreams. She saw herself 
bare, wearing only the black lace around her neck, and 
the black panties around her ankles. They marked her as 
his possession. She always awoke wondering what symbol 
he would ask her to send him next.
   ' I am pleased by your appearance at the library, ' 
he wrote. ' My new friend tells me that you are quite 
an attractive little thing. You will make a fine 
addition to my collection. Are you ready to submit 
yourself completely to me ? Your instructions await 
after viewing Sbmit3.exe.'
   She could click the mouse fast enough.
   The third session was an amazing display. Far from 
the shadowy images of the first and second programs, 
the screen lit up with vivid scenes. Miranda mentally 
placed herself in every scene. Her body was on fire. 
The display showed women in tight bondage, leather 
cutting into their pale flesh. The shimmering colours 
of the screen heightened the reality for her. She 
wanted to be there, to be used and punished. When the 
images faded, they left Miranda hungry for more.
   ' You must serve me fully, Miranda, ' the 
instructions began. Somehow he knew her name. ' Your 
body is not my prize, it is your soul. I hold your 
symbols of submission with me now. You have given these 
freely to me, but there is one more symbol which you 
must give freely. '
   ' Do not guess. You will know the symbol by the end 
of this evening. By then, you will know how truly you 
have become my slut. I know the lust that burns in your 
soul. You crave humiliation, degradation, abuse, and 
submission. Yes, you will know exactly what symbol you 
need to send me. '
   ' Tonight, you will make a call on a friend of mine. 
He is visiting your city on business. I am allowing him 
to borrow you, and another one of my new playthings. He 
will do what he pleases with both of you. Are you ready 
to let yourself be used by my friend, whore ? I think 
so. '
   ' He will be staying at the Empress Hotel. Be there 
at nine. '
   Miranda didn't know what to think. The scene at the 
library paled in comparison to this. This was so open-
ended. Walker's friend might do anything to her. Her 
anxiety grew, but she knew that she would obey. She 
couldn't stop now. Miranda so desperately wanted this 
in her life.

   The lobby of the Empress was elegant. Every surface 
sparkled of marble or brass. Miranda didn't know quite 
what to do, so she sat in one of the stuffed chairs of 
the lobby, and looked nervously around the large room. 
The place was almost deserted. Another woman, a black 
girl barely over twenty, waited in the lobby nearby. 
She was nervous too.
   Miranda wondered if this was Walker's other girl. 
She wondered if the girl had responded to the e-mail 
the same way she had, or if she too had displayed 
herself in the library. Most of all, she wondered what 
Walker's friend would want them to do. 
   A phone rang. It was the front desk. A hotel 
employee picked it up.
   " Front desk, " she answered cheerily. A slight 
pause while she listened to the request.
   " Yes sir, " she said, scanning the lobby with her 
eyes. " Right away sir. "
   The employee walked out from behind the front desk, 
and towards where Miranda and the other girl were 
sitting.
   " Excuse me ladies, " she started. " Are either of 
you here to visit a Brent Fitzgerald ?"
   " I think so, " Miranda answered quickly.
   " Yes, " said the black girl, almost simultaneously.
   The desk clerk seemed confused. She obviously 
thought that her guest was only expecting one visitor.
   " He asked me to send you up to room 420. "
   In the elevator, there was an awkward silence 
between the two women. Miranda finally broke the ice.
   " Are you nervous about this ?"
   A stupid question, she thought instantly, but the 
black girl seemed relieved to answer.
   " Oh, god yes. I don't even know why I'm doing this. 
My name is Carmen, by the way. "
   " Miranda. Good to meet you. "
   The elevator door slid open, and the women walked 
together down the hallway. When they found room 420, 
they looked at each other. If either was having doubts, 
this was the time to walk away. Miranda knocked on the 
door.
   A man opened the door. He was well dressed, and 
looked like a businessman. He looked the two women up 
and down, and then invited them in.
   " All right bitches, " he started, with a sharp tone 
in his voice. " Let's see the goods. "
   Carmen shot Miranda a look. In response, Brent 
slapped the girl across the face.
   " Don't look at her. You're here to serve me, bitch. 
Now, get the fuck out of your clothes. "
   Miranda didn't delay. She was horny as hell, and, if 
she were honest with herself, she couldn't wait to see 
Carmen's naked body either. Not that she had ever done 
anything with a woman, but the idea of seeing this cute 
black girl getting her ass whipped made Miranda quiver.
   When her clothes were off, she waited for another 
command from Brent.
   " Mmm, I got a couple of pretty ones this time. 
Lucky me. Both of you, get on your knees, facing each 
other. "
   The women dropped to their knees at his command. 
Brent unzipped his suit pants, and fished out his cock. 
He stood beside them now, and stroked his hardening 
tool in front of their faces.
   " You know what you're here to do, you dirty whores. 
Why the fuck else would you be in my room, naked, and 
on your knees ? "
   Carmen was the first to begin sucking. She slipped 
her mouth over the tip of his cock. Miranda came 
forward too. She tongued the base of his cock and his 
balls while the black girl sucked him into her throat.
   " Oh yeah, you're a couple of natural cock suckers. 
That's good. That's where your tongue belongs, licking 
my balls bitch. "
   The guy obviously got off on verbally abusing the 
women. He had one hand on the back of each woman's 
head. He forced their mouths together at the tip of his 
cock. Miranda could feel Carmen's tongue slipping 
across hers as they both licked and sucked the swollen 
head of this man's penis.
   She drank in all of the sensations. The feel of his 
saliva coated cock against her lips and mouth, the 
smell of Carmen's perfume, and the heat of the girl's 
lips against hers. She soaked in the words of the man 
who held her head. He was so right. This is where she 
belonged, on her knees, serving a man.
   " That's a good little whore, " he told Miranda now, 
as he guided his tool into her throat. Carmen lapped at 
his balls from beneath. " Take it in your throat bitch. 
A hot little slut like you should always have a cock in 
her throat. "
   He was breathing hard now. Miranda could taste his 
pre-cum leaking onto the back of her tongue. She wanted 
so badly to feel his cock swell in her mouth, but he 
finally pulled her away.
   " Bend over the bed, " he commanded. " Display your 
asses for me. "
   Side by side, the women bent over the edge of the 
bed. He stood behind them, and pulled his belt free 
from his pants. The first blow landed on Carmen's ass. 
The black girl yelped and jerked forward on the bed. 
Miranda knew that the sting of the leather would belong 
to her next.
   " Ahh, " she cried out. It was more painful than she 
was prepared for.
   " That's right, you naughty little bitches. I'm 
going to whip your little asses until they're good and 
red. You need this, don't you ? Who wants the next one 
?"
   " I do, " begged Miranda. The sting of the first 
blow still lingered on her skin. Her pussy was dripping 
with excitement. She wanted, no, she needed another 
blow. And she got it.
   Miranda wished that she could watch this scene. She 
heard the belt come down on Carmen's ass, and she 
wondered what it would look like from behind, the two 
women bent forward, begging to be whipped.
   " Please, more, " she begged over and over again, as 
the businessman took out his frustrations on both 
girls' behinds. Miranda was desperate to get her share 
of the punishment.
   " Oh, this is a pretty sight, " Brent told the 
girls, when he finally stopped the strapping. " I've 
got two bad little whores who got the punishment they 
deserve. Get up on the bed, girls, I'm not done with 
you yet. "
   Miranda crawled unsteadily. Her body was shaking 
from the pain.
   " I want to see you two whores lick each other. " He 
swatted Miranda's ass. " Straddle her face. "
   She waited for Carmen to lay on her back. Miranda 
was sure that she couldn't hold off cumming for long. 
The very idea of Carmen's hot tongue pushing between 
the lips of her pussy from below was enough to make 
tingles of pleasure buzz through her body.
   Miranda positioned herself over the black girl. No, 
she wasn't a lesbian, but the idea of doing this thing, 
of performing this way for the pleasure of a man, it 
appealed to her submissive side. He was watching, she 
knew, as she dropped her face down between the black 
girl's thighs. 
   She was tasting another woman for the first time, 
and she was doing it for him. Not for Brent, although 
it turned her on that he was watching, but for Walker. 
Would Brent describe this to him, tell him how eagerly 
she had lapped pussy at his command ? She hoped so. She 
wanted to please Walker so desperately.
   " Nnng, " she heard Carmen moan, as the pushed her 
tongue against the girl's clit. She could feel Carmen's 
tongue probing her now. It felt so wrong to have a 
woman's tongue between her legs, but it felt so right 
to obey Brent's orders. Obedience. Humiliation. That's 
what she wanted most.
   " Oh, yeah, " said Brent. " It looks like you two 
get along just fine. I'll bet that you lick cunt just 
as well as you suck cock. Mmm, decisions, decisions. 
Which pussy should I fuck ?"
   His hand rested on Miranda's ass. Her ass was warm 
from the belt. Brent made his choice. He knelt behind 
Miranda now, and pushed the head of his cock against 
her pussy, which was wet from both her juices, and from 
Carmen's mouth. He rested his cock there, at her 
entrance for a minute, while the black girl's tongue 
danced along the joining flesh.
   " Aaah, that's it, nice and wet for me now, " he 
said, as he pushed his cock inside of Miranda. " You're 
a hot little slut, aren't you ?"
   Miranda could only agree with a muffled grunt as she 
lapped at the pussy of the black girl beneath her. The 
cock felt strange within her. It was larger than her 
husband's. The reality of the situation was coming home 
to her. What else could she be but a whore ? Here she 
was, with a stranger's cock in her pussy, pleasing a 
woman at his command. 
   What else could she be but a dirty little whore, to 
be fucked by any stranger that Walker allowed, any time 
he wanted ? To be whipped while she begged for it. To 
suck any cock that was shoved in her face.
   " Mmmf, oh, god, I'm cumming, " Miranda jerked back 
and forth on Brent's cock as he slammed into her 
roughly. She could feel Carmen's lips closed around her 
clit as her whole body went into spasm.
   " That's it, slut, " Brent told her. " Squeeze my 
cock with that tight little pussy of yours. God, it 
feels so good. "
   Every thrust brought a new wave of intense pleasure 
to Miranda's shaking body. Brent was really giving it 
to her. She was only starting to come down from her own 
orgasm when his cock exploded within her.
   " Oh, yeah, you'll take my cum like a good little 
whore. I'm filling you up, bitch. Do you like that ? Do 
you like taking my cream ? Oh, god, yes. "
   The only one of the three who hadn't reached climax 
was Carmen, who was busily slurping at the mixed cum 
that was leaking from around Brent's prick. Miranda 
renewed her efforts on the black girl's clit. Carmen 
began to cum almost instantly.
   Brent pulled out, leaving Carmen to finish her 
orgasm while his sperm spilled out over her face from 
inside of Miranda. When the girl finally came down from 
her climax, the women just remained in position, gently 
kissing and sucking each other's inner thighs while 
they caught their breath.
   " All right, I'm done with you whores. You can get 
dressed and get the fuck out of here now. "
   Miranda had never felt so thoroughly used in all her 
life, and it felt so right. Yes, she was just a whore, 
to be cast aside when she was done. Walker knew it. 
That's why he had lent her to this man.
   She gathered her clothing, and hastily dressed. 
Carmen did the same. Brent stood at the door. Before 
they left, he pulled out his wallet.
   " Here you go, slut, " he said, pressing a crumpled 
fifty dollar bill into Miranda's hand.

   The next day, Miranda sent out her letter to Walker. 
He was right. She knew exactly what he wanted her to 
enclose in the envelope. It was a symbol, after all, 
and symbols are important. First she dropped in the 
fifty, but that wasn't enough. It wasn't the symbol he 
was looking for, she knew.
   She paused for a moment. This one was hard to let go 
of too, but she couldn't resist.
   Before mailing the envelope, she dropped in her 
wedding ring.

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