My name is Carrie. I’m a ’forty something’ barber. Many guys who’s hair I cut tease with me, some make passes and some try to grope or rub against my 45 DD tits or matching ass. I have bright blue eyes and my hair has platinum highlights. I’ve been called beautiful but I’ll let others make that judgment.

The guys I like get a tit-brush or at the least a button or two undone. I particularly like to do a little flash for the older gentlemen. They seem so appreciative and tip well. I’ve met all types but was not prepared for my last customer that day.

“Is it too late to get a hair cut?”

“Well it’s time to close but I’ll squeeze you in. First I’ll lock the door….. Haven’t seen you before… new to the area?”

“Yeah…. Boy you are lovely.. You must get a lot of business from all the horny guys.”

“I do alright… how do you want it cut?”

“Just a trim… great tits… are they real?”

“Yes and stop touching …. Get your hand away.. DON“T do that again. I’m taking the cape off and putting you out.. Stop.. Don’t pull me..”

“What’s back here? Aha a key.. I’ll lock us in back here… Come on sweetheart.. You know you want to be held and kissed and felt up.”

“Sop it…stop it…. Get off me.. STOP.. I can’t move… (slap) Ouch.. My face..”

“What lovely hair just enough for me to grab.. You like to show off your cleavage… do you? Oh your buttons pop off so easy….

Here… how do you like your nipple pinched? Listen baby….. I’m gona have you one way or another.”

“OH god that hurts…”

“Shut up whore… you’re going love everything we do and you’ll and beg for more…. you know it…. Bitch. You’re gona be my slut whenever I want you…”

“No..no don’t pull my shirt down… stop I can’t move my arms. What are you doing with my scissors?”

“Cutting your bra off …Cunt… you better hope I don’t nick that pretty pink skin of yours.”

(slap…slap) Owo.. That hurts… don’t hit my tits.. “

“Makes your nipples sting.. Doesn’t it?… see how hard their getting… Yeaha… I know how to please a woman.. How about a little tongue… Now doesn’t that feel good. When I pinch and roll your nipple… Hmmm?”

“No don’t tie my arms back… no… no… don’t… don’t pull my jeans down…”

“You’ll be the best cock sucker when I’m done with you…but first … bend over the chair…”

(slap… slap…… slap) “Oh..Oh…don’t spank me… sob… sob…Uha… Uh… sob.“

“Whew.. Your pussy is sopping wet… and tight… I like ‘em tight.. This nipple needs a little pinch to keep it up.. I love titties… and yours are the best I’ve seen.. and pinched… and sucked…

You’re a real whore… and you deserve everything I’m doing to you for being such a prick teaser in high school and I see you haven’t changed…. You don’t recognize me do you Bitch?

“No.. sorry who are you?”

“Too late now slut…I’m gona fuck you doggie style… you bitch… are you my bitch, right?”

“Yes… yes.. I’m your bitch… I’m your whore…. Fuck me…fuck me…”

“No YOU don’t give orders.. I DO… I am your Master.. You have to call me Master..”

“Yes Master… Yes Master.. I will obey…”

“You love me hurting your nipples.. Don’t you? …. Don’t you slut?”

(slap)… “Answer me whore… What?”

“Yes Master.. Yes… I love it when you pinch and twist my nipples… Please ..please..”

“Do you want your Master to fuck you? You want Master’s big cock?”

“Oh yes… Master.. yes… please fuck me.. Fuck your slut… fuck your whore… Owwwwwe FUCK ME HARD… Ouch.. Oh “

“Shut the fuck up… stop screaming.. Bitch.. You deserve all the pain I give you… The hell with your cunt.. I‘m gona fuck you in the ass.. Do like to be butt-fucked.. Whore?”

“Yes.. But…Oh no.. you’re so big… it hurts.. It hurts..”

“How’s this.. Slower… ease it in…. “

“Yes pinch my tit… oh the… . The… Oh Master fuck me.. I need you to fuck me… Please butt-fuck me… hard… yes ..yes.. My clit…rub it.. Oh shit… Oh…god…. Oh Master I’m cumming.. I’m cumming… Oh Master I feel your hot cum fill my ass.. Ohh.”

“Here’s a towel… wipe the jizz off our ass and legs. Here suck my cock clean…. Now get dressed.. I’m going home with you. We’re going to fuck all night… you will be my whore until I‘m through with you.”

“Yes Master.. Yes Master.. I’ll do everything you say.”

*****

“This is where you live?”

“Yes Master… does it please you?”

“It will do… Where is your phone… I‘m calling a friend to share you with… suck my cock till he gets here…. That’s it run your tongue over the cap.. Lick the ridge under…

(slap).. You Bitch.. No biting… now suck… suck my fuckin cock…Oh yaha baby.. Suck it fast.. Yes.. Yes.. Oh shit I‘m cumming… I‘m cumming in your mouth… now swallow it cock-sucker…. Swallow my cum…

Get up and answer the door… whore”

“This is Cal… he’s got a 10 inch, thick dick.. Cal.. This is the slut I told you about.”

“He.. He.. He’s Black..”

“So.. What are you prejudice?… a slut like you?”

“No.. no it’s just that I never..”

“Well white lady tonight is your lucky night..”

“I love watching his big black hands on your lilly white tits… His full dark lips engulfing your pink nipples…

Now Cal.. Now… slide that 10 inch hose between them alabaster boobs…. Suck it bitch.. Fuck his cock with your tits and mouth… fuck it.”

“Man she’s a real slut just like you said on the phone…”

“Yah.. I know a whore when I see one… don’t stop… keep sucking his shaft… Cal.... You want to fuck her hot cunt from behind?”

“Yah Bitch.. Bend over.. Old Cal is gona give you your first Big.. Black… Banging..”

“Open your mouth… I’m gona fuck your face while Cal pounds your pussy… I’ll control you by pulling this lovely blond mane… now suck.. Slut…

Hay Cal you pinch the right nipple and I’ll do the left… You know by pinching her nipples I can make her do whatever I want..”

“Oh shit .. I’m gona cum in her cunt…”

“No… no Cal… pull out.. Cum on her ass… Stop sucking Bitch… I’m cumming on your face and tits… Ohhh…Ahhhaa… fuck….

That was good… Now whore suck on Cal’s Big Black Cock and get him hard again.. Someone’s at the door….are you expecting visitors…?”

“That’s probably my bitch.. Shana. I called after you called I invited her… okay?”

“Sure Cal… the more the merrier… Hi Shana.”

“Don’t Shana me… what the shit is going on here… Cal.. You fucking that white girl?”

“Not right now baby.. She’s just sucking me good and hard.. Come on join in..”

“Her big milky titties do look awful inviting.. As soon as I get these clothes off I’m gona suck ‘em.”

“OH Shana… that big black ass of yours looks so good…. Hey Cal mind if I fuck her while you get blown?”

“No man go right ahead… you’ll see she is a fine piece of ass.”

“Come on white boy.. Fuck my black pussy… fuck me good… make Cal jealous.”

“Keep sucking those tits you Black Bitch I’ll fuck your hot pussy till I fill you with my …

Oh .. Yes… shit… yes… Oh wiggle your ass baby… yes… yes.. Rock back on my rod… Oh shit… Oh shit… I’m gona pull out and cover your sweet black ass with my white cream… Augh.. there.”

“Man.. That’s quite a load.. Stop sucking bitch… I’m gona cover your pretty white face with my hot cum… Ohhh .. Yaha… oH fuck….”

“Damn Cal we got two hot whores here.. Why don’t we have the put on a show for us? Come on Carrie .... You and Shana on the floor lets see some lez-69.”

“Ever eat a black pussy honey…. No?… well get ready.. Here it is…Mmmm you got a sweet cunt for a white girl… Yum…”

“Oh god… yes .. Suck my pussy… fuck me with your tongue…Your fingers… yes… Oh christ yes .. Make me cum.. Make me cum.”

“Yah girlfriend.. As soon as I cum…. Oh yes.. Baby.. lick my clit…. Oh shit.. Ohhh.”

“Pretty hot hey Cal?… I think we got some good times ahead… Okay girls take a break… we got a long night ahead of us.”

“Master… may I ask a question?”

“Sure Bitch.. What is it?”

“You said you were in high school with me .. But you’re…. You’re older.. And I’m sorry.. I just don’t remember you in my class.”

“I wasn’t in your class Carrie… I was your math teacher… and you don’t remember blowing me so you could get a passing grade?…. Hell I gave you a B so you could graduate…. when you deserved an F… I should have gotten a fuck for a B.”

The two women sat comfortably in the shade of the sun umbrella, sipping iced tea.

In the distance, on the far corner of the long back yard, Becky's husband was walking with some difficulty, pulling a small two-wheeled cart over the lawn. He was naked in the hot sun, and was walking bent forward with his hands on his thighs. The cart was attached to him by a thin rope wrapped around his testicles.

"What's George pulling?" Sheila asked.

"It's called a seeder," Becky replied. "You put lawn seed into it, and roll it around and it drops seeds into the grass. Keeps new grass growing."

"How appropriate."

"Yes, isn't it? I told him that since men seem to be driven by the concept of spreading their seed far and wide, this would be a good project for him."

"You don't let George touch you anymore, do you?"

"Well, not really. I let him drink my piss sometimes, or lick my asshole clean after I shit, if he's been real good. But he has to wear a blindfold. He doesn't need to see my private parts."

"I know what you mean. There's no point in spoiling them. Sometimes when I'm having a session with the vibrator, I'll let Jeffrey in the back door. He's only allowed to fuck with his balls, though."

"With just his balls?"

"Yeah, I make him wear a six-inch stretcher, so his nuts are pulled tight. He has to force his balls into my behind to fuck me. Then when I tell him to pull out, I clench down real hard and he has to squeeze his nuts out through a very tight little hole. It hurts like hell and he hates doing it, but I tell him I like the idea of shitting on his testicles."

They both laughed.

"I let him jerk off about every other day, though. He eats it, of course. The only spreading of his seed that goes on anymore is his spreading it down his own throat."

Becky chuckled. "Yes, George eats his, when I let him come. Once I had him jerk off on a mirror and then snort it up through a straw."

They both laughed again.

"We'll have to get boys together some time. I'm sure they'd enjoy licking each other's assholes. That's what dogs do, isn't it?"

"We should have them suck each other off, too. We could videotape that and sell the tape at our fund-raiser."

"Jeffrey might enjoy that part. After his punishment session at that sauna, I'm not too sure about his orientation. Not that I care."

"Oh, you never told me about that. What happened?"

"Well, I put on his collar and dragged him down to that gay sauna downtown. I had to bribe the owner, and even then he made Jeffrey sign an injury waiver form. I didn't let him read it first, though.

"I took Jeffrey downstairs into an anteroom between the showers and the sauna and strapped him over a short bench, on his hands and knees. I greased up his asshole and hung a sign around his neck that read "Sperm Depository - Please kick my nuts if I forget to swallow! - Thank You."

"Wow."

"Let me tell you, he was a real mess when I went back for him. He was completely covered in semen from head to toe, and his nut sack was swollen. He'd probably been kicked a few times, I'm guessing. When I unstrapped him and he stood up, he bent over and puked right away, and he must have puked out about two quarts of sperm. His stomach had been full of it."

"That's an excellent punishment."

"I'm not sure. He probably liked it too much. He's such a pig."

"They all are."

"Susan," I said "we're going to go have a cup of coffee."

She grunted. I looked over at her: Stirrup pants, bare feet, a sweater, and hair like a wet mop. That's my girl, I thought to myself. Did she know how pretty she was, I wondered?

"Don't grunt." I said, "It just makes you sound like a pig."

Now she consciously snorted like a pig. I was partly angry, but found myself hiding a loud laugh with a smile.

"Enough!" I said, after I regained my composure—but I couldn't quite keep the amusement out of my voice "And do up your seat belt."

"Okay," she replied, suddenly quiet and pensive. She stayed that way until we reached Barilko's, a doughnut-and-coffee place by the highway. As she hopped out of the car, I noticed that her toes, usually hidden by heavy Doc Martens, were bare, and that the nails were painted pink. This display of gaudy plumage on a bird that was deliberately hidden and drab struck me as a positive sign.

Inside I bought two cups of coffee. Sue couldn't decide whether to have a cruller or a cherry stick.

"Can I get both?" She asked with a slight plead in her voice.

"No," I said "you have to choose."

"Please" she appealed, now in full pout mode.

"No. Don't ask me again." I said firmly. I had to be firm; she was annoyingly cute when she was sucking up. I was sure scores of boys would have melted on the spot, and that most people would have given her what she wanted. But I'm a teacher first.

She stopped her whining almost immediately, and I saw a strange combination of wariness and fascination came into her eyes.

"So what are we doing here?" She asked as we made our way to a table.

"Should I talk to your parents instead?"

"Do what you want." She shrugged, but there was a tone there that I didn't recognize, edgy and cautious.

"I want to straighten things out with you—not your mother, and not your father."

"Wouldn't work anyway. She's got her own shit goin' on, and he doesn't care."

Sue had wedged herself into a corner, facing at ninety degrees from me. I stared at her across the table, and when I thought I had almost made eye contact, as much as she'd allow anyway, I spoke:

"First, let's get something straight. I'm Miss Flock, or Miss F. since we're being informal. Because I know you, I'm prepared to call you Sue, or do you prefer Susan?"

Shrug.

"Very well then Sue . . ."

"I'd prefer Susan," She wasn't looking at me, not directly. But her eyes kept cutting back to me "I like the way you say 'Susan'".

I think that was when I first felt it. A funny feeling tingled in my belly, and when I caught her eye I spotted something like a ghost of a smile gracing the corners of her typically sullen young mouth. Somewhere beyond my conscious mind part of me knew what she was, and what she wanted. We were here because of choices, choices that she had to make and that I couldn't--would not--allow myself to make for her.

I squashed the feeling out of my mind. But it caught me by the throat, and when I spoke again, my voice was husky and quivering.

"Susan,"—a little frisson, an unbidden thrill—"The first thing we need to establish is that this is an official meeting. Don't swear at me again," her face fell and her lower lip pooched out "I wanted to talk to you about your performance at school."

"What about it?" The sullen little girl was back "I do my homework."

"Not true—you don't do it often, and what you do is far inferior to what you're capable of."

"If I'm passing, why are you bustin' my chops?"

"Because if you keep going the way you are, you won't pass. And personally I don't want either of us to go through another year like this one. I realize this is a busy time for you. I'm sure a lot of things are changing and that some of them are confusing, but the things you do this year are going to either set you up or screw you up—for life."

"Oh yeah—and history was soooo important to my plans." She rolled her eyes at me, maddeningly. She ran her tongue around her lips, and then puckered them with an audible 'pop'. "Is it true you went to Catholic school?"

The question caught me off guard.

"Why yes, yes I did. Why?"

"Did the nuns beat you and stuff?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, instead of bo-o-o- ring detention, would they, like, lay into your ass with a ruler?"

I was angry now.

"It's none of your business, but yes...

She leaned forward, and her eyes gleamed.

"Did they like, spank you bare-tail with a ruler?"

"I was caned on the hand," I said icily "Once. For insolence."

She sat back, her body language clearly saying 'well that's no fun'. I was angry, but as I fought for control of the conversation I realised three things: I was imagining Sue —Susan — bent over my knee, her stirrup pants down to her ankles. And that my nipples were hard. And that Susan could see my hard nipples—was looking straight at them, in fact. I felt my face flush red.

"That doesn't matter. We're here to discuss your future — not my past."

"Yeah, yeah."

"You can be insolent and fail," I stood up "or you can shut up, listen, and perhaps pass, which will allow you to graduate. Seeing as you seem to be fonder of option 'A' I'll see you in class."

"Don't go..." Almost a whisper. But suddenly I found her hand gripping mine "I'm sorry—I didn't mean to be...to be a bitch."

Unable to look at her I sat down again. I could hear the tears in her voice.

"I'm sorry, Mizz F. I just get these moods, y'know?"

"No," I answered "I don't. Tell me about them."

"Oh it's just, I dunno," Once again she looked at me from under her fringe of hair "did you ever really like someone, maybe really like another person. But maybe that person didn't know you like them. . ." Her voice trailed off.

There was a lump in my throat. We were skirting some of the most dangerous territory a teacher could ever cross. Part of me wanted to hear her confession, but to go that way could only bring trouble. Besides, I wasn't sure how I felt myself—my nipples weren't hard anymore, but I was pretty sure I was wet. And first and foremost, I was a teacher.

I feigned ignorance: "Oh Susan—is it boy trouble?" Her disappointment was palpable.

"Kinda like that." she admitted.

"You're not pregnant or something, are you?"

"Oh no Mizz F." she said in a shocked voice "—I'm a virgin!"

It was so unexpected. An anonymous sex survey taken at the school had revealed two things: First, almost the entire student population were having sex at least twice a week; and second, 98% percent of teenagers indicated that they were "likely to lie about their level of sexual activity on anonymous questionnaires". But still, I'd had a distinct impression that Susan knew more about sex than many of her classmates, and I found myself wondering why I'd thought that.

The smile must have come through in my face. Susan said defensively:

"Well I've, y'know, gone there with boys, but I just never wanted one enough to....y'know."

"I know, Susan," at the sound of her name in my mouth she wiggled like a puppy, the moment was defused—and I found myself regretting it. I tabled it for later, private study--I'd remember the uncomfortable look in her eyes the next time I masturbated.

The rest of the conversation was mostly me lecturing Susan. But I thought we'd had a breakthrough—it had taken a little extra communication and effort, but it had been worth it. We arranged that she would complete her final history project in stages, reporting to me each week how things were going, then she would hand it in before the final exam. If she did sufficiently well, she wouldn't need the final exam, but if she managed to get less than fifty percent on the project (unlikely if she applied herself), she wouldn't need to take the exam, since she couldn't possibly pass without the project.

More importantly, somehow I was able to compartmentalize what I felt about Susan, the woman, from what I had to feel for Susan, the student. In class, I was almost able to forget the dire need to possess, to own her.

At first, she showed me her work early—before Friday's class, usually. Then it was after class, and sometimes I'd see her scribbling to finish it before showing me that week's progress. Then it was the end of the day, and by stages, she stopped getting me to check her work. I waited until the second week with no report before I confronted her.

"Susan," I said as she tried to flee through a crowded doorway one Friday "come here and sit down, please." I pointed to the student desk immediately before my own. Whoever designed those desks knew a thing or two about positions of power. Whoever sat in that student desk would be several inches below my eye-line, looking up to me. Sue crept back reluctantly, hugging her books to her chest.

"About that project thing . . ." she said. But I was too taken aback by what was drawn on her binder cover, which she'd set facedown on the desk before her, to pay full attention.

It was a heart-shaped design, made of a braided design that looked like woven cord or a braided rope. Inside the heart-shaped loop was drawn a circle with a three-pointed design inside it. Inside that symbol were initials: s.s.c. ♥ M.A.F.

My first name is Althea, but I didn't think any of the students knew it. My blood pounded in my head, and my vision swam a little. Again my nipples hardened, and again I found myself warm and flowing. My tongue poked out and touched my lip for a minute—and I realised that she was watching me carefully when her tongue flickered for a moment on the little bump at the centre of her upper lip. Our eyes met.

Don't be ridiculous, Althea I told myself "M" probably stands for "Mark", or "Michael". I mean, what else could it be? I made a mental note to see whether Susan had a middle name. "s.s.c."--hmmm.

"What . . ." my voice trailed off as I realised that I was staring at her binder, horrified that my question would have been what does that stand for? I'm not stupid, but I was wondering about those extra initials. My curiosity fought for its life, but I succeeded in drowning it.

"What have you been doing this past two weeks?" I asked seriously, resisting an unexplainable urge to hug her and cuddle her—to tell her everything would be all right.

"I got it finished. . ." she said, as though trying out the phrase. My heart leapt—she'd turned it around. She would graduate! Instantly I felt a deep pang of regret. But she continued:

"But I don't have it here. I'll e -- mail it to you."

That night I checked my e-mail anxiously, looking for a message from a student with an attachment. I have several accounts, but I only use one for student business. In my non-school home mailbox, with the day's usual detritus, was an e-mail from an individual whose name I didn't recognize. It was from lilslut at a German yahoo address. Since I keep my e-mail addresses pretty private, I wondered who it could be—was it something from a porn site? I would normally delete this sort of unsolicited mail, but there was no attachment, so I opened it:

"Whn y're sitng at yer desk, I think abt wht you could do to me—I want 2 b in yr chains, I want 2 b yr dildo puppet, yr fuckslt, yr slave. mak me do evythng drty 4 u, mke me suck yr cunt, kiss yr feet, eat yr ass. . ."

It went on for a full page. But there wasn't a single identifying detail. Clearly the culprit either worked with me or was a current or former student—unless it was the janitor, I thought. But teachers get e -- mails from students all the time, often threatening. So into the trash bin it went...then I fished it out again.

It couldn't be from Sue, I knew that. She didn't know I even had this e-mail address. But when I read it, I found myself imagining her.

She's standing at my desk, her clothes in a pile at her feet. She's looking at me with something like worship in her eyes. Gently, and with emphasis, I flick the tails of the whip. She bends obediently, hands seizing her knees as she exposes her tight ass and her virgin cunt. One end of the dildo goes into my pussy, then on goes the harness. I step closer, reddening her ass with quick cuts of the whip. Then I'm behind her, guiding the rubber cock into her. . .

I sighed inwardly. It was time to admit something to myself. If I didn't confront this, I was going to go nuts: I was lusting after a student. And a female student at that!—I was totally hetero . . . Had been, anyway. Besides: a female student younger than myself by ten years! What the hell was I thinking? How much more wrong could it be.

Oh, but it was nice to think about, though:

She kneels beside my chair, bound into a painful backward curve, her muscles trembling at the effort. Her mouth is plugged with a thick blue candle. The clothespins on her nipples cast jumping shadows, in her ass is a thick, tapered vibrating butt plug, and in her pussy a pair of polished stone eggs. The chains they're attached to puddle beneath her on the floor.

"Hold that candle steady," I order "If you keep shifting it around it'll take longer for me to finish this book," my eyes travel over her firm, tight b -- cup tits "and if that happens you can look forward to sleeping in your. . ."

"...cage." I breathed aloud. Bitch! What was wrong with me? I'd never had the faintest lesbian impulses before and no kinky ones either. Why did I suddenly find myself wanting to enslave this particular girl?

She had little tits with pink nipples, remember?—You called her your little sow. Shock ran through me as I remembered: Tennisball Turner. My lover and slave for over a year of college. My heart ached as I remembered her unswerving devotion, her eagerness to be punished, the piggy grunting noises she made at my command as I pulled and bit at her nipples . . . just like Sue had made in the car.

Oh, yes—Susan reminded me of something alright!

I wrestled with myself and my conscience for most of the night. Even after I went to bed I tossed and turned, alternating between duty, valour, and love. Finally I got out of bed.

Sue reminded me of her Tennisball Turner. They were different--Sue was all dark, where "Tennie" had been blonde. Yet both had that slight "go-to-hell" flash in their eyes; was that why I, a teacher, was dreaming of fucking a student?

I had been given a dildo as a joke gift from Tennie—a private gift, marked with the letters "S & M Inc". A name we sometimes used for ourselves in private. She, the slave, was the "s", and I was. . .

The initials on Susan's book came back to me: s.s.c.—slave susan castle? M.A.F.—"Mistress" Althea Flock?

My nipples crinkled up so hard they hurt!

The dildo was double -- ended, designed for a leather harness that slept at the bottom of my drawer. For the first time in years, I pulled it out and fastened it around my waist. I was already wet, and the dildo filled me up nicely. Then I tried to fasten the harness. After a few attempts I realised that the harness wouldn't button because the alignment of the rubber cock was wrong—I had put myself on the receiving end. I pulled the dildo back out, and in a moment of mischief I licked it slowly.

The taste of my juices turned me fully on. I inserted the other end of the dildo. With the cock jutting from my crotch at a steep angle, I got the harness fastened.

"Get in here, slut!" Mistress F. declared in my head.

Naked but for her collar and cuffs, the nameless slut appears at the door. She kneels, as she has been taught to do. When her nose touches the carpet, red stripes are visible across her back and buttocks. The teaching of slaves, as Mistress has often explained, is primarily achieved through negative reinforcement.

"Look at this," Mistress says loudly "You were supposed to clean in here."

"But Mis -- s -- s -- " The slave bites her tongue, but too late.

"Are you daring to talk back to me you little bitch? Kneel up—look at me. Open."

The submissive's lips are forced wide by the dildo which Mistress pushes between her teeth. Responding properly, she raises her unbound hands to caress the older woman's ass as she gives a slow blowjob to the firm rubber that she hopes Mistress will open her with tonight.

For Sue Castle, slave, is still a virgin. Her pussy, although it's been eaten and whipped, shaved and beaten, has never been opened by a cock or anything else. A tiny gold padlock holds her pierced labia firmly shut. But the slave wants it, wants to offer her virginity to the Mistress. More than anything else. But she knows better than to beg for anything. She is well-trained to Mistress' pleasure.

Her ass, on the other hand, is well-opened. Since her confinement here in the house she has been stretched gradually, and can now take a fist (albeit only Mistress' small one) in her bottom. The slave is disappointed when her hands are taken, cuffed, and chained above her. She is winched upward, as the chain above her disappears into the ceiling, until she is standing on her very tip-toes.

Mistress places a tight roll of leather between her slut's teeth.

"It's likely to be rough tonight." She says gently, softly "scream if you need to."

So saying, she positions her "cock" at the entrance to the slave's tight asshole. She explores it with a finger for a moment, thoroughly lubricating the warm silicone flesh with the other hand. Then she penetrates her slave at a slow but steady pace.

The slave, gasping and moaning behind the gag, is smoothly stuffed with the rubber dick. Without allowing her to acclimate to her impalement, Mistress F. begins to rock slowly back and forth, feeling the stirring in her own pussy as the other end of the dildo moves slightly with each thrust.

After interminable moments, the slave feels her Mistress' orgasm begin to build. The slut flexes her ass-cheeks, deliberately holding the dildo tighter so that it pulls further from Mistress' pussy. The slave might cum this way if Mistress fucked her long enough, but in her ear the slave hears Mistress moaning deeply, sighing the harsh endearments she, the slave, longs for.

"You fucking little. . . bitch—once I fuck you. . . you'll lick every inch of this dildo, hrahh!. . . clean. And tomorrow you'll clean this room again. . . When I come. . .home, I'm gonna beat you before I even look. . . uh, to see if you've done it. I'm gonna cum any second, and once I get out of this harness and release you, I'm. . . going to. . . whip you. . .Would you like that, bitch?"

The slave, caught close to her own orgasm, can only mew behind her gag.

In the real world, my hips bucked as I imagined Sue's perky tits and ass turning red under my whips and in my chains (who was I kidding—I didn't have any chains!). The tiny muscles in my belly began to spasm, and I came furiously, tugging at the dildo in its harness.

I slept soundly after that.

The next day was a Saturday, and I checked my e-mail for Sue's project. Wonder of wonders—there it was, with a note:

Dear Miss F. Please forgive this being late.

No explanation. I felt a snap of impatience with the girl. But then I opened the project.

It was good—well-written and well-argued. The vocabulary was a bit high-flung, but that's a technique students often use to make an essay sound scholarly.
I don't know quite what it was that aroused my suspicion. Maybe it was just too good. Perhaps it was the feeling that teachers get when a student has cribbed too much of a book they've researched from. That feeling that the student simply isn't present in the argument. Not only that, but there was a familiarity to it. As read it I found myself repeating snatches of the text before they scrolled into view. My stomach went cold.

As with many other schools, mine subscribed to an anti-plagiarism service. I logged in, and uploaded Susan's essay. The machine took a few seconds, but it came back with a clear indication:

The paper contained large sections, plagiarized with only a few introduced variations, from a paper stored online at a famous cheat site. Worse yet—I recognised it. It was my own paper, written during my first year of college and long forgotten, even by me. How it had wound up online I'll never know.

I wrote to the site's owners, demanding that they withdraw the paper from the site or face legal action. Then I wondered: What to do about Sue?

Common school discipline would have called for her suspension for at least ten days, but in Sue's case, as she'd been in so much trouble before, she might get expelled. That would leave her to the tender mercies of Mountainview Remedial, a school that sent out more pregnancies than graduates.

Besides, I'd never get to see her again.

I tried not to think that, but my hand was already moving for the phone.

There were two weeks until Christmas break, then, if she passed History I, she'd be out of my class into History II. She had to have a project in. If she got a "B" or higher on the project, I'd pass her. If not, I'd fail her, but I'd make damn sure she retook my course in someone else's class. I couldn't work objectively while I was staring at her, slumped in the back row, and dreaming of taking her firmly by the hair and raping her ass with a dildo.

I called her house and left a message. I was taking a chance, and I knew it. My pussy gushed wetly as I prepared for what was to come.

Ask any teacher what the worst day is, and surprisingly few will remember the first day of work. The rumble in their tummy as they stand before a blackboard for the very first time, alone and without a supervisor seems to fade for them. It has never faded away for me, and I recall it vividly.
In the tobacco-smelling little office, I checked my watch—fifteen minutes. I closed the door silently. My nipples were hard. I lifted my skirt and rubbed two fingers across my pussy, then touched them to my lips. It reminded me of being kissed by my slave just after she'd eaten me out satisfactorily; a taste like honey and jasmine, with a little hint of bitter lemon rind. I pinched one of my hard nipples through the fabric of my sweater and bra. My clit responded with a tingle. I sat back in the scuffed red leather chair and teased myself, running my finger slowly up my thigh. My mind took me back into the fantasy—only instead of the handsome Asian woman, it was me in the chair.

"I don't have long, piggy, so get that tongue of yours to work." In this fantasy her blonde hair is all there, although her pussy has been trimmed to a tiny 'landing strip' of fur. She's wearing nipple clamps hung with two ounces of weight on each side. Her flesh is cruelly marked with red stripes. She displeased me yesterday, although I forget quite what it was. . . Oh but that slutty little tongue of hers! She's really getting into her work. It makes her happy and wet to please me. Not that wetness does her any good. Her cunt is freshly sealed shut, pierced and padlocked only a few weeks ago, and as for her ass—well that's currently occupied by a "triple ripple" butt plug which I've been training her to enjoy. I ease my haunches forward on the chair, presenting myself to her mouth. If her hands weren't locked tightly to her collar she'd be fingering me and I'd have cum already. As it is, her tongue flicks my ass and pussy in that rhythm that pushes me over the edge. . . Voices; Outside; Shit! I stopped flicking my clit as the fire inside me banked, then died down. The window in the office door lit up as someone flicked the switch outside. Composing myself I quickly stood up, tucking my blouse back in, smoothing my rumpled skirt, and pulling up my damp panties. Taking a deep breath I glanced in the mirror on the end of the wall shelves. Slightly flushed, but nothing out of the ordinary for a first-day teacher. I sniffed surreptitiously—I always think that my smell gives me away when I'm horny. Not having deodorant with me, I anxiously sprayed a good bit of a can of "Air-Way Smoke-Out", thoughtfully left by the previous occupant of the room for such emergencies—or maybe not, into the air and walked up and down beneath the hazy cloud.

I opened the door and stepped out into room 108 to find a small group of kids slowly getting bigger as students trickled in. These were grade 10's—a particularly tough group for a new teacher. They'd seen it all, and were planning to do most of it; or egg someone else into doing it, possibly on video. Grade 10's are testing adult wings that don't quite fit yet. They're ready to fly on their own, mostly, and resent interference, but you can't quite leave them alone to figure it all out. So you have to be totally available and totally disinterested at the same time.

They stared when I came into the room, and I was conscious of the sudden silence. They could tell from my clothes that I wasn't a student, but surely this chick was too. . .what? Too young, too . . . put together, for a teacher. I could almost feel the girls narrowing their eyes as I walked to the big desk up front.

I was a bit nonplussed at the attention, especially from male members of the class. After all, I'd spent several hours taking care that my clothes were appropriate for a teacher. They were supposed to be stylish but plain. My heels (a personal conceit—teachers were supposed to wear flats for insurance reasons) were only two inches high. My stockings were plain and dark with a seam up the back; being old-fashioned about underwear I held them up with a garter belt. My skirt was grey and pleated, but respectably knee-length, although it had a disturbing tendency to flare outward a bit. I wore a high-necked blouse with pearl buttons, trimmed with lace at the throat and wrists, with a simple short jacket over all, and my long dark brown hair had been pinned within an inch of its life into a bun. I didn't realise until I was told, much later, how plain dressing can make a woman sexier than sheer stark nakedness.

The boys in the class shifted uncomfortably in their seats as I turned around and wrote my name on the board: Miss Flock. I'd expected some whispered comments about my last name, but a girl named Althea Flock either gets used to it or changes her name to Karen Smith. But the question I got asked wasn't quite what I was expecting:

"Hey," said a boy in the second row "what do we call you?" "I'm Miss Flock" I told him. He had on jeans that puddled around his ankles, a t-shirt with a big green marijuana leaf on it, and a red ball cap turned sideways. "Nah," he said "what's your first name?" I was a bit stunned, and reacted from pure instinct. "I don't have one as far as you're concerned Mister . .?" "Fisher," he said "Jerry Fisher—but everybody calls me Fish." His mouth was open, and his hair hung over his eyes beneath the brim of his cap. "I'm not everybody, so I'll call you Mister Fisher," I answered "and take off that hat, please." I think it was only surprise that made him do it.

People think teachers haven't got ears. Students will talk, even while other teachers are present, and they don't seem to understand how much of what they talk about makes it back to the staff room. During my first year I gained a reputation as a fierce disciplinarian, but a parallel reputation for being fair and for working things through. I didn't hesitate to give detentions, which surprised and appalled a lot of parents and brought me into a lot of conflict both with them and with the school administration. But I stood my ground, sacrificed my time, and gradually the parents came to know me as the teacher who could get the best work out of their kids. Almost all their kids.

For my part, I settled into school life like I'd been born to it, and for five years I taught high school English and History. I was satisfied and doing useful work. Eventually I got used to the loneliness too.

It wasn't that I didn't get offers. In the first couple of years every straight male teacher (and one I wasn't certain about) and a couple of the gay female ones made me offers. I always felt awkward turning them down. My fling with Tennisball and the discomfort of sharing classes with her after it all came apart (after I broke it apart), or of seeing her around and the misery it brought on, were still pretty fresh to me. I cautiously accepted a few invitations, had second dates with a few men; turned down all the women.

It wasn't that I was "denying my gay self" or something. I just didn't feel anything for them. It was that "plain toast, no jam" feeling. Not that I got anything much from dating the few men I spent time with. I took a couple of them home; actually saw one man for several months. We had sex, and it was terrific overall, but eventually the whole relationship came down to sex. There wasn't anything else. So I thanked him and said goodbye. It wasn't quite that simple—I wound up sleeping with him occasionally for nearly a year before I decided it was doing me more harm than good.

Once again I said goodbye, and once again he was nice about it. We talked by phone occasionally, but I wasn't very encouraging, and eventually the phone went silent too. I spent a lot of time working out or reading, and slowly got used to being alone. Then something happened that made my tiny flickering flame roar up and consume me.

At the beginning of the fifth year I worked at the school, I arrived early, masturbated quickly (it had become something of a habit), and walked into the classroom from my little office, which smelt less like smoke and more like sandalwood nowadays.

The new students, a grade 12 History class, were grouped around the room in the usual dribs and drabs. I'd had some of them in prior years. Clearly they'd told their friends about me, because as soon as I arrived there was a bit of a scramble to take seats. I felt the eyes crawling up my legs to my ass, then to my back as I strolled up the row, heels clicking. I deliberately put a slow wiggle in my walk—it would be useless for me to pretend any longer that I didn't enjoy the looks I always got on the first day. At the front of the room, I wrote my name on the board and turned to face them.

"Good morning," I began "I'm Miss Flock. It seems like you already know my general rules. I expect you to behave professionally towards me, just as I will towards you. I'm going to get your names from you now."

The front row consisted of Jeff McWhirter, a skinny boy in a ratty t-shirt and glasses. I noted the shirt and made a mental check to remind him of the both the school's dress code and my class dress code, which was somewhat stricter. Next to Jeff was Linda Long, who vaguely reminded me of a spaniel puppy. Beside her was Calvin Chung, a thin Chinese boy I guessed was both bright and gay, as was the long scarf he wore. The fourth seat was vacant.

Like most teachers and preachers, I hate vacant seats at the front. I looked over the room of blonde and brunette heads to the very back. I caught a glimpse of swirling black hair with a single blue streak, pale bare shoulders, and the distinctive "T" of a g-string visible above the waistband of a pair of "Sho-T" brand jeans (the hot brand for teen no-longer-wannabe-virgins that year). The owner was seated, leaning into the aisle as she rummaged in an oversized canvas book bag.

"Excuse me," I said, pointing "Yes, you. What's your name please?" There was a mumble. "I beg your pardon?" I said. "Sue." "Sue who?" I heard a solitary giggle from somewhere.

The girl I'd addressed stood up, hips cocked and head tilted in that gesture that makes teenage girls look like 40-year-old hookers. Her g-string arced over her pretty hips under a half-shirt with no bra that I could see. And I was looking. God was I looking!

Have you ever heard the expression "wide-on"? It's the female equivalent of a rampaging hard-on. But that was what I was experiencing. Deep in my mind something said Oh-oh. But my little lizard brain was raving Bite her! Catch her! Eat her up! FUCK her! My nipples were hard under my jacket, and I think anyone three feet away could have smelt my arousal.

"Sue" was what my mother would have called gammon: short and slim with wavy black hair that hid her face. Later on in the term, when I actually got to see her face, it was pixie-like, freckled and mischievous, and never far from a predatory grin. At the moment she stood with an old, old "fuck you" expression behind that hair. Her eyes sparkled with a happy malevolence.

"I'd like you to move up to the front desk, Miss. . ." I groped.

She didn't rescue me. In my flustered embarrassment I glanced at the class list before me. It swam into focus, and after what seemed like an eternity but took only a few long seconds (which is plenty long enough if a class thinks you've lost the upper hand) I spotted the name "Castle, Susan".

". . . Castle." I almost gasped. My eyes were swimming, and the blood pounded in my veins. I fought hard for control. I was a professional, damn it! In an effort to regain a measure of self-discipline I looked at her visible panties.

"Are you aware of the school dress code, Miss Castle?" Another mumble; more-or-less affirmative. "Speak up please." Another mumble. "I still," I said through gritted teeth "Can't hear you. Shall we try once more for comprehensibility?" "I said yeah!" she nearly shouted "I know the stupid dress code!"

"Susan," I said after the shocked pause which followed "I'd like you to take this seat here," I pointed to the fourth seat in the front row "And I'll see you this evening in detention."

Her mouth, still largely hidden by hair, dropped open. "What'd I DO?" "You just said you knew the school dress code. Four B's, right? No bellies, no boobs, no backs, no bums. Do I need to explain that you've violated at least three of those?"

There was scattered laughter. Susan stared at me with murder in her eyes. Then she flounced dramatically from the back of the room to the front. On the way she made very sure to brush past me closely, sure that I'd step away. But it wasn't the first time a student had tried to physically intimidate me, and I stood firm.

Our hands brushed together. Just the briefest of touches; But she looked at me, into my eyes, and in that fraction of a second I felt an electricity pass through me. Oh no, Althea. I told myself sternly, this is poison—the worst and nastiest kind. As abruptly as it came on, the shock receded, and Sue Castle, whom I began to address as Ms. Castle from that day on, flopped into the vacant desk. I regained my composure, and finished calling the roll.

Over the first weeks of that year, Susan earned a number of detentions from me for violating the "4-B" dress code. Finally she settled into what became her uniform: Stirrup pants and an oversized sweater á la Marilyn Monroe—a look I thought was outdated, but which somehow made her even more of a sex-pot than her friends who were trying unsuccessfully to emulate teenage pop stars (while still covering the school minimum of flesh).

Susan had definitely begun discovering the benefits of being female in a crowd of hormone-crazed teen boys. She got respect from the jocks because she stood up to them, but hung out with the nerds, possibly making her the most popular girl in school. But her marks were atrocious, her conduct disrespectful, and she had serious discipline problems.

II wasn't sure she was entirely unaware of the effect she had on me, either. When I told her to wait after class was dismissed she would deliberately stand too close to me, making me feel flustered and hot.

And horny. I was continually surprised and somehow angry at that. But damn it!—she was seventeen. Three years over the age of consent but nine years younger than me. And, I thought, she couldn't possibly have any idea of the sort of things that crept into my head when she looked at me so insolently in class:

Susan Castle is standing outside my office door. She is wearing a thin, long cotton T-shirt and nothing else, as she has been instructed. Inside the office, I am waiting and wet. I slip the dildo into its harness, and then slide the free end into my pussy with a grunt. I tighten the buckles on the straps which cup my ass and hips. I always love the look of the dildo thrusting up from my crotch. Do men feel like this, I wonder? Apart from the dildo and its harness I am wearing a pair of stockings, a bustier, and opera-length gloves. The room has been prepared. Several candles flicker on the shelves, making my rubber cock cast shadows that would give old Sister Chang from high school nightmares. Hanging from assorted hooks along the wall behind my desk are some toys: A thick strap called a strapple, a piece of bamboo cane, a shiny pair of clamps (nipple or labia—oh no, the clothespins for naughty pussy lips are over there). Satisfied with the arrangements, I call out: "Enter". I cross my arms and stand facing the door with my feet apart. The door swings open of its own accord. Susan enters with an old-fashioned candlestick. Her eyes are big, dark and a little fearful, riveted to the jutting phallus between my thighs. I melt inside, wanting to hold her to me and tell her its all going to be alright, that I'd never really hurt her. But I can't—she needs to know that I am the one in control. Ordered to place the candlestick on the desk, Susan attempts to straighten up. But I have a gloved hand firmly in her hair. I push firmly downward. "You will enter this room only on your knees from now on, slave." Obediently she kneels. I slap her face. "You will answer me with your little mouth," such a tight little rosebud of a mouth—I want to kiss it. I want to pinch her lips with clothespins, I want to bite them "and what I will hear from that dirty little mouth will be 'Yes Mistress'. Have you quite got that?" She almost nods for a minute. But eventually says: "Y-yes Mistress." There's no foreplay. "I'm going to fuck all your holes, right now, just to prove I can; to prove that you're my property. Won't that be nice?" "Yes M—Mmmmph!" as I drive the dildo between her lips. She resists for a moment, and I take a short sash cord from the desk and whip her vigorously. After about ten stripes have blossomed on her back and ass, to the accompaniment of shocked squeals, I feel the dildo fully inserted in her mouth. She's looking up at me from my crotch, inquiringly. I fuck her mouth for a few strokes, then pull out. At my command she turns and presents her behind to me. I order her to put her head to the floor, tossing a textbook down so that she won't risk wood burn. She almost wiggles in pleasure as I drive the first inch of the dildo into her cunt. But I stop almost as soon as I've begun, and she whimpers as I withdraw. "You cum without permission, slut, and I'll whip you sixty times with the cane." I hiss at her. An empty threat. She's never been caned before, and her tender ass would bleed before I gave the tenth stroke. But she doesn't know that. She also doesn't know that I don't know her anywhere near well enough to stop her from cumming if she started. But I rely on her honesty. I grab her ass firmly and spread her cheeks. Her puckered little asshole is porn-star clean, as I specified. Fingering a large dollop of lubricant into her hole, I begin intruding with the dildo. Her whimpering becomes moaning, then crying out. "If you want this to stop, all you need to do is use your safe word, slave." She knows—but I have to be sure. As I seat the dildo inside her to the hilt, I feel the tension relax inside her as she opens up and admits her Mistress. I glory in the trust and triumph, and as the dildo slips in and out of both of us, I smack her ass triumphantly and start to cum. . . . See what I mean? What seventeen-year-old could possibly share that dream?
Susan settled into her seat, and for the entire term she never once raised her hand. If I called on her she'd either ignore me, looking out the window, or else she'd stare at me blankly. There wasn't much I could do beyond give her another detention.

After her first report card, neither of her parents came to parent-teacher night. Since she was in great danger of failing, I took it upon myself to call her listed phone number. Receiving no reply, I attempted to contact her parents at work. At her father's workplace number I was told that Mr. Castle was away at the moment and probably wouldn't be back for several weeks. Her mother's listed employer—the construction firm of Stonewall and Mason—told me that Mrs. Castle no longer worked for them. Intrigued, I pulled her file card at the office—technically a no-no but easily done if one knew the file clerk.

There were two listed addresses. The first was in a gated community at the top of the hill forty-five minutes from town. The security guard took my name and number, and then explained that he couldn't let me in, as Mrs. Castle hadn't left my name with him, but I could wait with him if I chose. Meantime, his eyes travelled hungrily up my legs to my neckline, but never got as high as my chin. I tried to give him a withering look, but I think he just thought I was squinting to read his badge number.

The second address was on what would normally be called the wrong side of town. It was a once-pretty single-storey wooden house, with a battered picket fence. Weeds and rusty swings languished in the backyard, complimented by more weeds and litter in the front. I would have thought it was an abandoned house except for the man coming out.

He wore a faded blue robe, and had a faded handsomeness himself. His feet were bare. He limped and had a thin black cigarette in his mouth and a clinking bag in his hand. He raised his head and no doubt caught me staring from my car, because he waved sardonically, then flipped me the bird. He dumped several bottles into the trash can at the side of the house, and went back in. I heard yelling.

I had put the car in gear when a dark mop of hair poked out the door, there was more yelling, and then the door of the house flew open, and Sue crossed the weedy yard at a run. I hammered the gas to the floor, and peeled out. It was guilt, of course. I had a semi-legitimate reason to be there, but at the same time, something told me that I didn't want to be caught lurking around a student's home.

But as I drove off, I looked in the rear view mirror. The figure standing on the sidewalk was just a silhouette in the late afternoon sun, its fists balled by its side. But that silhouette looked defeated, angry, hurt and unhappy. And I'm a teacher first. I put on the brakes and reversed toward her.

Sue slouched to the driver's side, head down, not meeting my gaze. "He's inside." I was flustered for a moment. "Who's inside, Miss Castle?" "My Dad. That's why you're here, isn't it?"

Wasn't it? I suddenly wasn't sure I wanted to talk to Mr. Castle. Moreover, I wasn't sure he'd care, that he'd understand the importance of what I needed to tell him—that the years between his daughter's age and mine were important ones, and that those years could make a difference between his daughter being successful and happy, or . . . or not.

But it wasn't her father, or her mother I really needed to talk to. I'd had conversations before with other students, even with Sue—although not with any results that I could see. Perhaps it was worth one last try. Even now I wonder whether I might have already been seeing the little signs of how my life and Sue's were to change.

"Get in." I said, swinging open my passenger door. Susan climbed in without asking where we were going. It crossed my mind that I could have been a kidnapper; a rapist; anyone, and she'd still climbed in. Then I almost laughed—goody-two-shoes Miss Flock, with her grey woollen skirts and her plain blouse and glasses—a rapist, and a lesbian rapist at that!

But my oh my—did I ever want to be!

I went to a Catholic girl’s school, where we were under strict orders to dress and behave with exemplary modesty. When our plaid skirts rose above the knees we considered it daring. Nowadays there’s a lot of guff about “letting children express their personalities”, but I think our personalities were well expressed. As in many other environments where uniforms were the order of the day, we expressed our personalities in our dickeys (the abbreviated tie all the girls hated), in our hair ornaments (no more than two plain barrettes were allowed, but the boldest of us wore combs), and in our shoes.

I was never the most daring, but I pushed the envelope a little, like we all did. When I was in tenth grade I was sent home to change my shoes by Sister Mary Chang, known to us all as the Dragon Lady. Sister Mary actually took a ruler and measured, determining that my heels were 3/8 of an inch too high for a Grade Ten girl (grade niners were only allowed flats).

So when, to my surprise, I graduated in the upper tenth of my class, I found the heady and comparatively permissive atmosphere of a secular college a bit confusing. It was co-ed, for a start, and I didn’t have a lot of experience with boys.

My room at college was shared with “Tennis-ball” Turner. People called her “Tennis-ball” for her corn-yellow hair, cut into a boyish bob, or sometimes “T-Ball”. I called her Jacquie, short for her full name, Jacqueline. She was, as she liked to say “fresh off the farm”, and seemed to be intent on getting into as much trouble as the city could offer her. As a “good girl” rooming with a party animal, I naturally got a bit of a reputation for being stuck up. I didn’t know it because I dedicated myself completely to my studies for the first semester. My grades were excellent, but I didn’t seem to meet a lot of friends—at least not a lot of people I wanted to hang around with.

Christmas seemed bleak. I hung around the dorm until it was time to go home. At home my mother accused me of “moping”. My father just seemed relieved that I hadn’t turned into some sort of radical, stoned lesbian. I found the whole week stifling, and wondered what I had in common with these two old, boring people. Eventually I left early: I returned to the freedom of being able to do what I chose.

Which was exactly nothing. I read and moped some more.

True to form, Jacquie showed up at two o’clock in the morning the day classes were due to start. I heard muffled giggling, and the scraping as her key missed the lock several times.

Of course she had a boy with her. I vaguely recognized his voice: It was Wayne Williams, a hulking great brute who majored in football.

“You sure yer roomie’s not home?” He asked in a drunken rumble.

“Let me check.” I heard her say, irritably.

Jacquie popped her head into the shared bedroom, and I heard her sigh. I was about to speak up, to tell her that it would be alright if the two of them came in, I’d sleep on the sofa, when she suddenly said under her breath:

“Good old Flock, you never let me down, do you, you old stick.”

I lay there with my cheeks burning as she went back to the door. I heard her whispering:

“No, Wayne. Wayne—stop it (giggle). I’d love to, but I’m really tired. . .We can’t. My roomie’s home and she’s a real tight-ass. She’d have the Resident down on me like a ton of bricks!”

That was grossly unfair, and I found myself getting angry. I hadn’t ever reported Jaquie for anything, not when she smoked, not when she brought boys home—not even when I’d found a baggie of pot on the floor.

Eventually, Wayne left, sulkily, and I heard Jacquie close the door and let out a long, slow breath.

Jacquie slipped into the room, and quietly began to undress in the dark. As she pulled off her sweater she was silhouetted in the moonlight, fine bra-less breasts with big, hard nipples. As the sweater came off she let out a yip, and something shiny flew across and landed on my bed. Without quite knowing why, I caught it.

“I’m awake.” I said “Turn on the light.”

She was cursing and holding a hand to her ear.

“Been awake long?” She asked casually.

“Since you and Wayne got here, yeah.” I said.

“Oh.” I wondered if she remembered what she’d said.

The light clicked on, and in the yellow dim, I saw Jacquie sitting on her bed a few feet away, looking concerned, her tits bare.

“What did you mean,” I asked “when you told him I’d report you to the Resident?”

“Oh!” she said embarrassedly “I just said that to keep him out. He just wanted to make out, and I wasn’t in the mood.”

“That’s a first,” I said grumpily “anyway, why’d you call me an old stick?”

Jacquie’s eyes widened, “Oh Flocksie,” she always called me Flocksie, and I hated it. “Don’t get tangled up. It’s okay to be. . .the way you are, I mean it’s. . .”

Now I was angry.

“What the hell do you mean by that?” I asked.

“Well, come on honey. It’s pretty well-known around here that my roomie doesn’t, y’know, get out much.”

“Get around much, you mean.” I accused.

Now it was her turn to flush.

“Jesus you’re an uptight bitch. Y’know,” she said, fishing in the drawer of the nightstand “you oughta smoke a joint occasionally—it’d relax those tense anal muscles of yours.”

I was at a loss for words. No-one had said anything like that to me since before I’d graduated high school. I blushed and felt a dull throb of anger. Tennisball contemptuously fished a joint from a baggie, lit it, and inhaled deeply. After a moment she gave me the joint to hold, and turned to open the window between our beds. I took the pot wordlessly, with tears pricking behind my eyelids. She knew damn well I’d never tried it, and had no plans to. As she turned around I angrily stuck the joint in my mouth and sucked it hugely and inexpertly.

Once the coughing fit had died away and my eyes stopped streaming, I got nervous. What if I went nuts? I’d heard pot could make you do that. Jacquie was grinning sloppily, her yellow hair drooping into her eyes. She came and sat on the bed and took another hit. She was still topless, and by the bedside light I could see how her big pink nipples crinkled in the cool air from the window. I reached up and brushed the hair away from her eyes; I felt something electric. Maybe it was the pot, or something else.

“Here,” I handed her the shiny object—her lost earring “you dropped this.” My fingertips were tingling when she touched my hand to take it. Her hand rested on mine for just a beat too long, it seemed.

“Thanks,” she said, looking at me with something like wonder in her eyes.

“You’ve got freckles all over, Tennie. . .I wish I had freckles.” I found myself saying in the long silence that followed. I touched the little dots which showered her shoulders. Then I sat up in bed to give her a kiss on the lips, soft and hesitant.

I’d never kissed a woman on the lips before. They were soft, and burned like fire against mine. Our tongues touched.

“Mmm.” I pulled away and looked at her.

“Why’d you stop? It’s okay.” she said.

“What . . . I mean, what do we, what are we. . .?”

“What do you want to do?”

I didn’t know—I felt as though I wanted to own her, take her, control her beautiful body. I’d invade her, violate her, make her do things. . .

“I wanna own you. Does that sound silly?”

“No. . .” A long pause, and then she gulped out: “I wanna be a slave.”

It was a pure appeal, like something she’d been hiding from me all this time. My pussy (which until that night I’d have definitely called a vagina) seemed to have a sweet little cramp when she said that. My breath caught in my throat, and the blood pounded in my head. Pot and lust were suddenly making me dizzy.

“If you’re my slave, you do what I say.” I teased her, but I wasn’t really teasing.

“Yes. . .Mistress.” Another rush of blood; to my nipples this time.

“Stand up.”

As she obeyed, I threw off my blankets. Underneath the bedclothes I was wearing a cheap cotton nightshirt that went to my knees. Tennisball eyed me warily, like a dog that starts to growl at you only after you’ve entered the yard.

“You’re overdressed,” I said, caressing her shoulders “No. Don’t look at me. Keep your eyes on the floor. Take off your jeans—wait—turn around and take ‘em off.”

I don’t know where the feeling came from, where I got that strength. I was the mousiest girl in school, usually. But now I felt drunk with power, watching her skimpy french-cut briefs appear as her denim hit the floor. Her bottom wiggled a little as she reached for the waistband of her panties.

“Stop,” I ordered “I like you like that. You look like a proper little. . .slut.”

I would never have used that word before, but it was appropriate now. Tennisball was small and lithe, compact and sexy. I put my arms around her and felt inside her panties. She was soaked, and she rubbed her back against my chest.

“Are you my slave?” I asked, feeling my face blush as I said it.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“On your knees.” She wasn’t fast enough, I thought. She needed some correction. I explained this to her.

“I think a nice hard spanking will do you good, slave,” I sat on the hard little chair over by the window “Come here.”

She stood up and took a hesitant step. I sighed theatrically:

“On your knees, you little bitch.”

Her eyes were wide as saucers. Blonde head bowed she knelt, then after a second or two she crawled to kneel in front of me. I twirled a finger, indicating that she face away from me. She scurried into position.

“Show me your pussy.” She arched her back, and reached around to pull her panties out of the way. Her dark golden pussy hair was neatly trimmed. I would have ordered her to shave it, but I didn’t even know that girls did that. I traced her ass with a finger. She shivered.

“I’m going to spank you. Hard.” I said “And you’ll count it, and every time I strike you you’d better thank me for it. Is your pussy wet?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. I’ll find something to stuff it with. Stand.”

My slave rose from her knees. I pulled her panties down her legs. I could smell her wet cunt. I turned her head with my hand and kissed her.

“Do you want to get spanked, slave?” I asked, pulling away from her panting mouth.

“Oh, yes Mistress.” She almost smiled.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Please, Mistress, tie your slave up, make me your total slut. Beat my ass, fuck me hard . . .”

“Fuck you with what?” I was totally taken aback. I didn’t have a dick or a vibrator, and didn’t know quite what they were, anyway. I wondered what she had in mind.

“In my top drawer, Mistress. I have a dildo.”

When I opened the drawer and rummaged around, it was pretty obvious. I bent the silicone dick and let the top spring loose, almost whacking myself in the eye. It looked like a cock, with a head at one end and a pair of balls at the other.

“And what do you want me to do with this?” I asked, not quite sure what one could do with a dildo.

“Please Mistress, anything you want.” came the correct answer.

I took two belts from the drawer, and used one to tie her hands behind her. My skill at knots impressed her as she tugged nervously, trying to find any slack. I had her spread her legs, and slowly worked the rubber cock into her sopping hole. Every so often I’d smack her bottom hard. Eventually the dildo was stuck into Jacquie all the way to its ball-shaped base.

“Come, slave; bend over my lap.” I said, sitting on the edge of the chair. Obediently my new slavegirl leaned over. I ran my fingers down the crack of her ass, and in an unexpected moment I invaded her anus with my pinkie. She moaned, and I pulled it out.

“Sorry, did that hurt?” I asked, shaken from my Mistress persona.

“A little, Mistress. But it felt good.”

“Do you want me to do it again?” I asked, half wondering. It must have been uncomfortable for her, but she seemed to be enjoying it.

“Yes, Mistress, please put your fingers in my slutty ass! I’m your little bum whore!” Tennie was looking over her shoulder at me over her bound hands, and wiggling her buttocks. Her panties were clinging to one leg, and her face was flushed. She certainly looked like a slut.

I began to spank her. When she hadn’t counted after the fifth one, I stopped, and grabbed her by her blonde hair. Forcing her to look straight ahead I hissed in her ear:

“Are you enjoying that, bitch?”

“Not much, Mistress.”

“Well you’d better start counting, otherwise I won’t know when you’ve had the fifty you deserve!”

“Yes Mistress. That was five, Mistress.”

“Shut up, slut. You count from one again—and don’t you dare lose count.” She moaned aloud as I began to abuse her ass again.

After a long, painful time, her ass was glowing red. I dumped her off my lap. She knelt up at my order with some difficulty, since her hands were still bound, then looked at me. I stood up and turned around, pushing my ass into her face.

“Kiss me,” I ordered.

She hesitated, but then responded beautifully, tonguing my ass cheeks and upper thighs, which were wet with my juice. Then she paused again. Without looking, I reached around behind me, grabbed hold of her hair again, and drove her face into my ass. Her tongue began to lap eagerly at my asshole. The sensation was electric, and I reached down to finger my clit. I came very quickly, with a loud moan. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt.

I released my slave’s hair, and turned around. I had to sit on the bed because I was still dizzy. I leaned on my slut’s head again, and mistaking what I wanted, she leaned forward, licking my thighs, up to my still-spasming cunt.

I’d never had two orgasms in a row before. Now I shoved Jacquie’s face into my pussy, glorying in her complete subjugation to me. My free hand found the second belt, lying near me on the bed, and I brought it down on her back and her red ass as she ate me out. As I came the second time, I threw her backwards and fell on her. The dildo had fallen from my slave’s cunt, and I snatched it up and drove it in again. I dropped the belt and penetrated her ass with my middle finger, thrusting it in and out.

“Oh,” she gasped “I’m yours, your slut, your slave, yourslut, yourslave, yourlittlebitchslutcunt. . .oh. . .oh. . .oh. . .” Her gasps got louder and harder as I made her come, cresting in a shriek as I bit down firmly on her fat pink nipple.

Afterwards, I held her in my arms as we lay there, covered in each other’s sweat. I looked at the hot pink marks on her tits and ass, and I knew this was only the beginning.

For the remainder of the year, Tennie was my slave. During the daytime, when not in class, she had orders to do her homework (the quality of which improved massively), clean the dorm room, and serve me as commanded. She loved it. Of her own accord she kept herself dressed either as sexily as possible, or not at all when she was serving me. She stopped seeing boys, and although I told her she was allowed out to the bars once a week, she slowly stopped going there too. I nicknamed her piggy, for her greedy appetite for punishment and pleasure, as well as for her fabulously pink nipples.

She seemed to glory in it, to need to submit as far as I would let her. Sometimes I’d come home to find her wearing a long leash, which she attached by an even longer chain to my bedpost. I kept her bottom nice and red, and usually whipped her breasts with my belt at least once a week. Eventually we got to a point where she could almost cum before I touched her pussy at all.

I was transformed. My grades climbed, partly due to my newfound confidence. Sometimes she’d bring me a packed lunch from home and whisper in my ear:

“I need a spanking Mistress.”

Or I’d find a note in the lunch saying: “When you get home I’m going to eat you stupid. Signed: slave.”

During Easter break Tennie took me home to meet her mother. Her father, I knew, had died several years before. Tennie’s mother was a stern, demanding-looking woman, who thanked me for “setting her daughter straight”, which almost made me break down laughing—if she only knew!

Her mother was rich, by my standards, and Tennie and I shared the old gardener’s quarters in much the same hedonistic fashion that we shared our dorm, though perhaps a little less cautiously.

One night we’d smoked a little weed, and I’d made her lick my pussy until I came twice (my rule— if I came twice, my slave could cum once). We lay together in the afterglow, when she suddenly said:

“I love you, Mistress.”

I didn’t reply. Did I love her? I didn’t know. If I did, what did that mean? She seemed to expect some reply. But I hesitated too long.

“You know, it’s okay if you don’t love me,” she said, looking away from me “I understand. Maybe this is just a. . .a phase for you. But I’ll be your slave until you send me away, and when that happens, I’ll cry. But I’ll get over it.”

“Be quiet, piggy-slut,” I replied “Maybe I’ll never let you go. Ever think of that?”

“At your command, Mistress.” she replied obediently, but her eyes said yeah, right.

In the end, she was right. Although she wore my collar, and although she presented me with a double-ended dildo and the harness to use in fucking her, although her pussy and ass were open to me day and night, I became nervous. I expected to return home for the summer, and couldn’t see bringing her home to meet my family. Worse yet, I was developing an interest in a boy from my psychology course, and that felt healthier, less wrong, that what Tennie and I were doing. But I was about to learn the hard way that you can’t free a true slavegirl, you can only send her away.

She knew before I worked up the nerve to tell her. In fact, I waited until exams were over and we were preparing to go home the very next day. I’d been hedging about allowing her to come out and see me. But deep inside, both of us could see what was coming.

“Mistress, please don’t do this.” We were in the room. She was naked except for a pair of stockings and flimsy black panties.

“It’s not like I don’t enjoy what we’re doing,” I said truthfully “It’s just not what I want anymore.”

“Sure,” she said, beginning to drip tears. She tugged on the leash and went to her knees.

“Please, Mistress. I don’t care what you do to me: torture me, beat me, lock me inside all day long, but don’t ask me to go away—because in my heart I’ll still be your slave.”

She desperately invited me to date anyone else I liked, to bring home my boyfriends to fuck her. I responded that she wasn’t getting the point.

“I love you too, Tennie. But it’s over, and it’s time I sent you away.”

There were more tears—mine, mostly. There were angry shouts—hers, mostly. There was a deep pain and bitterness in both of us. But in the end, Jacquie went to spend the night at a friend’s house, and I left before six the next morning.

I spent the summer “moping” as my mother kept calling it. I was sick in my heart, I felt lost, but I knew for certain that I didn’t want to be a lesbian dominatrix all my life.

I knew it.

Eventually the pain faded, and when September came, I felt ready to return to school. On the first day, I saw Jacquie in the hall. She was wearing wooly tights, a grey skirt, and a blue sweater. She had on new glasses, and had curled her hair. She looked pettier, more grown-up; I got wet just looking at her.

“Hi” she said as I passed. She sounded curious, but wary.

I was happy that she wanted to talk to me, but nervous because of what I felt, and because I could see she clearly felt similar things. Her nipples were standing upright beneath her sweater.

“Did you have a good summer?” She asked. Her voice had an odd tremor to it.

I mumbled the usual pleasantries, the clenching of my chest and the rush of hot blood to my cunt making me dizzy. After a few awkward moments, she suggested we meet for a drink sometime. I said something vague, and left her standing in the hallway. I was late for class because I stopped at my new dorm room and masturbated frantically.
My new roommate was Veronica Shore, a snotty classic beauty who dated only frat boys. She was on the fast track to wife-and-mother-hood, and eventually dropped out, possibly pregnant, a year before graduating. I moved out that year, and lived off-campus in a grotty little apartment over a Chinese restaurant until I graduated.

Occasionally, I’d see Tennisball Turner, my ex-slave, in the halls or at meetings. She tried to contact me at home a few times, but was clearly hurt that I didn’t respond. I started seeing Mark Uppmann, and got engaged to him.

The night before graduation, a group of us from the teaching program went out on the town. There were only three boys going into teaching from our year, so it was very much a “girl’s night out”. I brought Mark, and was astounded when Tennisball turned up as a guest of one of the other boys (I suppose they were men, but I always thought of them as boys).

After a number of drinks, I arose from my place near the head of the table to go to the powder room. Tennie, who had carefully sat at the other end, rose unsteadily as well. Our eyes met, and my nipples crinkled up into little hard points. I couldn’t sit down, so I left the table and tried to race for the toilets without looking as though I was running.

I had a head start, but Jacquie burst in before I could lock the door. Panting a little, she reached behind her as it swung closed and locked it.

“Hang on,” she said, gasping, holding up a hand “You’ve been running away from me for nearly a fucking year. I’ve given up trying to catch you—I just wanted to tell you something.”

“What?” I asked, secretly relieved that she was giving up, but oddly . . . was it regretful?

In answer, she took my head between her hands and kissed me on the mouth. Now my pussy was soaked. My hands grasped her shoulders and I tore at her sweater.

Suddenly the contact was broken.

“No!” Jacquie shouted “You can’t have me both ways! Either I’m yours, or I’m fucking not. I told you: I’ve given up trying to hold onto you, so don’t . . . don’t. . .”

She doubled over and began to cry. Soon I was holding her, and our tears mixed as we kissed for the last time.

“I love you, Mistress.” She breathed.

“I know, and I have to hurt you.” I answered. She nodded her head fearfully.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. I deserve to be punished.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I asked, secretly hornier than hell.

“Mistress,” she said seriously “I just want to be your slave. To serve you on my knees, and to eat your sweet juicy pussy. But if you don’t want me, I’ll go. Just let me please you, and punish my ass one last time. Then you’ll never see me again.”

“Eat me, you little bitch,” I ordered “and make it good, because you’re getting whipped with my belt, no matter how good it is, but I might make it less painful if it’s fantastic.”

“Mistress, there’s no way you can hurt me more.” she answered simply.

She ducked her head under my short black skirt and began licking her way up my thighs. The time apart hadn’t dulled her sharp little slave tongue, and she was putting it to use as only she could. I felt her fingers move my panties aside, felt her stick a finger into my pussy as her tongue pressed itself to my ass. I came once, almost falling down. I leaned forward and over her, supporting myself on the sink as she squatted, bringing me to the peak of pleasure for a second time only a couple of minutes after the first.

I suppose that I knew she was right, and that may be why I beat her so hard. By the time I finished beating her ass, there were little stripes of blood where the belt had abraded her flesh. Once I was done, I left her sobbing on the floor, her panties around one leg, her cunt soaking and red from missed strokes of the belt, her eyes red and weeping, and I walked out.

There was a long line-up outside, and from the looks of it, some of them had been listening at the door. I strode angrily past those shocked faces and clear out of the restaurant.

I never saw Jaqcueline “Tennisball” Turner again. The next day she wasn’t on the podium with the other graduates from her program, and I learned casually later on that she’d gone home early and received her diploma by mail.

Mark and I broke up that afternoon. I gave him back his ring and gave him the usual “It’s not you. . .” speech. I suppose I meant it. But he’d obviously heard a few things on the grapevine, because he seemed almost relieved.

That year I got lucky—my hometown high school needed an English/History teacher, and I knew the head of the school board. Soon I was settled in as “Miss Flock”, and began wearing a comfortable, lonely groove in the yellow linoleum of Park West Secondary School.

There were a few men over those years, but none seriously. My attraction to women seemed to have dissipated. Sometimes I’d catch a glimpse of a blond bob, or a head of short, curly blonde hair, and something in me would kind of kick over. But I never went near another woman, and sort of stopped going for men after a while, too.

I didn’t escape from my groove until six years later. You can call it fate, destiny, or luck, but I call it surprise: I was about to step on the garden rake in the long green grass of life.

It was one of those days when nothing had gone right, and Murphy was working double time.

My entire day was one disaster after another, people wanting my attention, phone calls, irate customers, equipment breaking, and not a moment to myself to think.

i was finally able to escape work and as i was walking to the car it started to rain, not petite little movie rain drops but the cats and dogs kind, and me with no umbrella, figures. On the way home i got stuck in an hour long traffic jam and my cell phone battery died so there was no way to call. i end up walking in the door and hour and 45 minutes late, soaked to the skin, tired, and most of all, worried that You'll be upset with me. As i drop my bag in the hallway and take off my shoes i see You sitting on the couch waiting, watching me, an intense look on Your face and i know something is on Your mind.

i immediately sink to my knees and crawl over to You, that look in Your eyes unmistakable. "i'm sorry i'm late Sir, my day was awful, work was a mess and it took me forever to get out of there, i got caught in the rain, then my phone died and i couldn't call, and i got stuck in traffic," i start, gasping for breath, my eyes welling up with all the pent up emotion of the day.}

"Shhhh baby girl," You say, Your fingers laying gently over my lips. "No apologies tonight, it's obvious you've had a rough day, you look like you've been through the ringer. Just take a deep breath, everything is ok now that ou're home. Let Daddy take care of you."

i nod and look up into Your eyes, thanking You silently for understanding, for knowing me so well and most of all for seeing me so clearly. i scoot closer and lay my head in your lap, nuzzling my cheek against your thighs, letting the tears fall and all the stress of the day fall away with them. i sigh, knowing that no matter what happens outside, here, at home with you, i am safe, loved and don't have to be anything but what i am......your little girl.

i feel your hand on my head, brushing the hair out of my face and the tears from my eyes as you lean down to kiss me. "Your soaking wet sweetheart, lets get you out of these wet clothes and dried off."}

You stand and take my hand lifting me off the floor and putting your arms around me to envelop me in one of your all consuming bear hugs. i sink into the hug and feel you gently kiss the top of my head before you whisk me up into your arms

and head for the stairs. i lay my head on your chest and sigh again, putting my arms around your neck closing my eyes, trying to relax. You take me into the bedroom and sit me down on the bed, kissing me softly. i start to unbutton my

shirt but feel your hands on mine stopping me. You take my hands and place them beside me on the bed, looking deep into my eyes. "No baby girl, not tonight," you whisper "let me. You just sit here and wait while I run your bath for you,"

You see me nod in understanding and smiling you turn towards the bathroom. }

i sit on the bed, eyes closed, breathing deep in an attempt to let the last bits of my day float away. i can hear the water running and moan softly, unconsciously at the thought of a nice hot bath, heaven......}

i suddenly start awake feeling your hand on my shoulder. i open my eyes and see you staring down at me, small smile in your eyes, "You drifted off little girl, are you ready for your bath?"}

"mmmmm, yes Daddy," i moan softly.}

You reach down for my hand and lead me into the bathroom, i gasp as i see that you've filled the room with small candles and the bath is almost full to overflowing with bubbles. my eyes tear up as i turn to look at you, to thank you. i open my mouth to speak and once again feel your fingers against my lips. "Shhh baby girl, no more words, just put yourself in Daddy's hands and everything will be ok."

i shiver, knowing that no truer words have

ever been spoken. Nodding my head i step closer, eyes falling to the floor in silent acquiescence to your will. i stand in the middle of the bathroom and let You undress me slowly. You quickly unbutton my top and pull it off over my

head. Dropping it on the floor you move on to my pants making quick work of those as well, holding me steady while i step out of them. Kissing my neck you reach around to unhook my bra, a deep sigh escaping me as my breasts are free.

You smile and kiss my lips as you reach for my panties, pulling them down kissing my shoulder, my chest, my belly and my thighs as you kneel down to help me step out of those as well. Standing, you reach for my glasses, and place them gently on the counter behind you. i shiver a little, standing there naked in the middle of the big bathroom, then suddenly i am warm, feeling your arms wrapped around me again, your naked body against mine. Turning to you i smile amazed that i didn't even notice you'd taken your clothes off. You laugh and smile back at the look of surprise on my face, "Ready for your bath little girl?" you ask. }

i nod and place my hand in yours, following you to the tub. Standing at the side i wait for you to get in and then step over the edge into the warm inviting water. i sit down in front of you the heat surrounding me like a cocoon, and lay down on your chest my back to you. i feel your hands running up and down my body and i moan softly, squirming against you.}

Behind me i feel you shift as you reach for the shampoo and a cup. i see you dunk the cup in the water but somehow it still startles me as the hot bathwater cascades down over my hair, and my face, warming the rest of me. "Lean back sweetheart let me wash this awful day away," you whisper, hands already in my hair massaging my head. Your hands feel so good, bringing life back to this tired body, waking me up a little. "But Daddy....." i start, suddenly somewhat uncomfortable at being taken care of this way, all this attention being focused on me instead of the other way around.}

You continue to wash my hair but, speaking in a slightly firmer tone you lean close to my ear, "Little one, I said no words, you're not planning on disobeying Daddy are you now?"

i shake my head definitely not wanting to misbehave and dissapoint you, and try to relax into whatever it is you have planned for me.

"Good girl," you say, "this is something I want to do for you. I know that generally it's you who washes and takes care of me after a long day, but just think of this as a reward for being such a good girl lately." You leave it at that and

finish washing my hair, pouring cupfuls of water over me to rinse the soap out.

i squirm against you as you grab the soap and start running it over my body, giggling as you wash the ticklish parts, gasping and groaning when you get to the sensitive bits and linger a little longer than necessary. After you're done you let me sit quietly in the tub, facing you leaning against the opposite side while you quickly wash yourself up. i love to watch you, my eyes wander over every inch of your naked body, each part of you bringing up a good memory, a mental image

of something wonderful. A moan escapes my lips as you stand up and step out of the tub, drying yourself off and then holding up a big fluffy towel for me. Standing up carefully i rest my hand on your shoulder as i step out of the tub. i step towards you, standing on my tip toes to give you a kiss of thanks. For the second time tonight you wrap me up in a big hug, the towel in your hands. You take time drying me off, making sure not to miss any spots then wrap me back up in the towel and carry me into the bedroom sitting me gently on the edge of the bed looking down at me.}

"We're not done yet little girl, there's still the issue of you being late and not calling. I was worried about you, and that needs to be dealt with. I know you've had a hard day, but I know you, and I know you need this." you say to

me, the look in your eyes firm but loving. "I know just as well as you do that there are consequences for breaking the rules, even if you've had a bad day. We can't let you get away with that, can we?"}

i shake my head, well aware that you're right even if i don't relish the thought after the day i had, but knowing it will bring relief and release in the end.

Going over to the toy chest you pull out a few long lengths of soft cotton rope and a new toy that i haven't seen before, a brand new leather crop. Climbing up onto the bed you tie two of the ropes to the posts on the footboard and the other one is looped through the holes in the middle of the headboard, a very familiar configuration to us both. i start to squirm with anticipation as you pull me to the center of the bed, laying two pillows down for me to rest my hips on. Pushing me down to the bed on my stomach You arrange me in the middle of the bed and firmly secure my hands together with the rope being careful to check that

it's not too tight. Satisfied, you move down to the foot of the bed and secure each of my ankles in the same manner, my ass lifted into the air, legs spread open wide. You leave me there for just a minute, alone, to think about what i've done and then i hear you behind me, standing between my legs at the foot of the bed.

i gasp as i feel the first swat of the crop on my ass, soft but shocking none the less. A second follows and then a third and i start to squirm my hips. You're peppering light taps all over my ass, warming me up and i lift my hips a little

trying to get closer to you. You slowly start to increase the intensity and i can hear the crop slap my ass, feel the sting and the warmth rowing. Suddenly you land a hard swat on my damp lips and i cry out, stunned by the heat searing through my pussy. i hear you chuckle at my surprise as you start to crop my slit harder, opening my lips, drawing moisture out of me. You go back up to my

ass and the slaps get louder, i can hear the crop whipping through the air as the handle snaps and my ass feels like it's on fire. i gasp and moan, squirming hard on the pillows, trying to get some relief but not being able to get away. The swats get harder still, each one sending shock waves of pain and pleasure through me. You alternate between my ass and my pussy the room filled with the sounds of the crop and the scent of my arousal. My heart is pounding in my chest and my breath is coming faster, harder, and you know i'm close to my limit. You raise the intensity one more time, wanting to make sure you get your point across, this is a punishment after all. i start to whimper and gasp for air, thrashing in my onds. The tears start to fall from my eyes as you cross the threshold of my tolerance and you know that the lesson has been learned. Slowly the swats become softer, still tapping my ass and my now soaking wet slit, dragging the crop over the

welts and redness. You push the head of the crop between my lips, opening them up that last little bit, tapping my clit to bring me back down to that place where i'm just floating. I gasp and lift my hips to you trying to open my legs up even wider. Even tied securely down to the bed i do my best to entice you, needing you inside me more than anything in the world. i feel the edge of the bed sink and suddenly you are behind me, your hands on my thighs. You lay down on top of me your warm body cool in comparison to the heat

radiating from me. i moan and whimper as you rub yourself against my heated ass, your soft skin like sandpaper against the welts. I hear your breath hard and fast in my ear and i know you have exerted yourself, but i also know that you are incredibly aroused as well. Your hard cock brushes up against my thigh and i moan loudly, turning my head to look up into your eyes silently begging you to take me.

"Mmmmmm," you growl, "is there something you want little girl? Tell daddy what it is."

you press the tip of your cock against the pening of my hot wet pussy i can barely get the words out. "Daddy...pleeease...i need your cock, i need you to fuck me, to take me, to make me yours," i gasp, lifting my hips to try and push

you in further. "You need this cock little girl? Are you sure you're ready? Ready to take care of

Daddy's cock?" you ask, pressing a little closer with each question. "Yesssssssssss god yes please," i moan, "i need you inside me so badly. Please, please, please, i need you Daddy." I hear

You growl again close to my ear. Satisfied with my answer You push yourself all the way into me in one long unending stroke. I shake and whimper as you fill me, stretching me to my limit with almost no warning. You can feel my pussy squeeze your cock tight and this only excites you more, urges you on. Soon you are thrusting in and out of me harshly, using my swollen wet slit to please your

cock. You push me hard into the bed burying yourself so deep. Moaning loudly i suddenly feel you reaching underneath me to play with my clit as you fuck me, holding it between your fingers and stroking it like a tiny cock, making me buck

my hips back into you. i start to shake and i know i'm close, you can feel my pussy start to clench your cock tighter and you growl into my ear, "That's it little girl, cum all over Daddy's cock, you cum on this cock now, right NOW."

i whimper and whine feeling my orgasm building with each thrust of your cock, your words sending me over the edge. Unable to deny you anything i feel myself cumming hard in a rush of ecstacy and blinding light, thrashing under you on the

bed. Just as i start to cum You stretch me even further, the head of your cock swelling as you get ready to cum yourself.

"Again," you growl into my ear, and that's all it takes as another wave of orgasm takes over my body. This time i hear you moan and feel you shooting your hot cum inside me thrusting even deeper than before.

You collapse on top of me, cock still twitching, making me shiver and shake. Kissing the back of my neck, nipping at it just to watch me tremble, you reach up and untie my hands, rubbing my wrists to bring the blood back. Pulling yourself out of me you slowly kiss down my spine, my body convulsing each time your lips make contact. You lean down and untie my ankles, rubbing them as well and then pick me up and wrap your arms around me for the third time tonight, holding me so close, curled up against your body. You kiss me, little kisses all over my face, kissing away the tears, the stress of the day and once again making me your little girl. i look up into your eyes softly thanking you silently. Kissing my cheek you lean in and whisper, "Mmmm, that's my good girl."

As I pedaled to Jim's house Friday night I was experiencing both excitement and dread. The girls had more punishment in store for Jim and I, that was a given. Yet I also knew I was dying to see Lynn and Beth again. What they made Jim me do last Friday had been embarrassing, but manageable but I was betting we were getting something special tonight. Turned out I won that bet.

I had "seen" both girls in passing during the week. They'd both acted the same as they had before last weekend. "Pretty cool customers." I thought, reminding myself to never underestimate that pair.

All week long I'd replayed the events from last weekend, now I was dying to be alone with them again. Despite the penance stuff, and having to take orders from them, I'd still had a boxcar load of my dreams come true. Man, I got to eat Lynn's pussy! I'd never really seen a good beaver, now I'd buried my face in hers.

Eating pussy had just been something guys said to sound cool, I didn't know anyone that for sure had done it. I didn't know if I even wanted to do it. Now I knew, I knew I'd sell my soul for the chance to eat Lynn again until I made her come.

I'd gotten to see almost everything Beth had as well, up close and personal. Even though I felt something special for Lynn, I'd also become very fond of Beth. I liked her playfulness and sense of adventure. It seemed like she wasn't afraid to try anything. I suspected she might be a little braver about some things than I was. I'd also be in deep dodo if I had to pick either sister as being the better looking one. Both were so damned good looking that I could get a boner just looking at their faces.

Pulling into the Troutman's drive I looked around for their wagon, but didn't see it. Nearing the house, I saw Lynn on the porch. "Welcome slave." she said, flashing me a grin. Lynn opened the front door as I crossed the porch.

"You will NOT speak tonight unless we instruct you to. Now go to Jim's room." Stepping into the house my eyes widened as I felt Lynn's grab my backside as I passed her. "Nice butt slave boy." she teased.

Entering Jim's room I saw Beth sitting on the edge of the bed. Jim sat cross-legged on the floor before her. Beth still wore the outfit I'd seen at school, a white blouse and tight denim skirt. Lynn was dressed identically. Damn, they looked good. Lynn, taking her place beside Beth, pointed to the floor in front of her, and commanded "Sit." I did.

"This is your second, and final night of punishment." Lynn offered. They both smiled at the look of relief on our faces upon hearing the words 'final night'.

"But tonight you get fair punishment. As I said last Sunday, what we've planned for you two is no more than simple justice." After a pause to let her words sink in, Lynn continued. "If you take this seriously, if you're good, obedient slaves, there MAY be rewards."

[Rewards! Rewards? I want rewards! Rewards are good!] Shut up brain.

"Remember, you don't say anything, you don't touch anything... unless we tell you to. Now stand up."

As we got to our feet, the girls stood as well, standing close in front of us. Beth spoke.

"For showing up, and so far acting like men, you get a reward."

Beth pulled Jim's arms around her, then steered his head down to meet her open mouth. In spite of myself I started to stare, but Lynn gave me the same treatment.

Driving her tongue into my mouth, Lynn visited my tonsils for a long, long, wonderful time. Then she invited me back to her place; I did my best to be a welcome guest. I lost track of time, the feeling of her tongue twisting and cavorting with mine blotted out every thought in my head. Minutes later she withdrew from our kiss and embrace.

Abruptly Beth and Lynn exchanged partners. It was a heavy-duty shock because Lynn and I had been somehow "a couple" up to this point. Suddenly I had an armful and mouthful of soft, sexy Beth. Dear sweet Jesus she WAS soft and sexy. She tasted like nectar, and she kissed like she'd had the devil for a teacher. My penis began to seriously firm up. Beth commence grinding her pelvis against my erection; a hard, unrelenting rubbing.

Curiosity pushed it's way into my thoughts. I thought about Lynn. She was giving Jim the same treatment. The image of her hips grinding, her belly working against his hips was seared into my brain. She looked so sensual that my knees felt weak. In the next instant my brain managed to figure out that must be just how Beth's hips look as they work against my body. That image totally turned me on.

Just when I didn't think I could get any hornier, Beth reached between us to fondle my erection. Soon she adjusted my angle so she could ride me even better. My hands began to slide down to her ass. I was desperate to feel up, to cup her cheeks, to pull her into me, but just as I got reached denim, her head shook "no" which stopped me.

Maybe a minute later, Beth gradually broke our soul kiss. Looking into my eyes, flashing her increasingly familiar evil grin, she very slowly began to undress me. Glancing right, I saw Lynn had Jim bared to the waist, and was now unzipping him. I caught his eyes for the briefest instant; we were both turned on out of our minds. My feelings about Lynn weren't any less, but Beth was absolutely revving my engine.

When my shirt was off and fly undone, Beth plastered herself into my chest. Her hands landed above my shoulder blades. Making eye contact, she slid them together down my back, into my underpants, and over my buns, slipping my pants down in the rear as went.

Her hands moved to my abs. They slowly slithered into the front of my underwear, one hand brushing each side of my penis before spreading apart to finish dropping my pants off my hips. She then slid her body down my front, intentionally rubbing her breasts over my erection as she finished removing my clothing entirely.

Beth and Lynn then stepped back and made a show of looking over "the meat" as we endured standing at attention with our wangers waving. After a long minute, they reached into their pockets and each produced a strip of cloth. Twin evil grins were the last thing I saw before they slipped behind us. It took a second to register that I was being blindfolded.

My hands were still free, so I didn't lose my balance, but it was disorienting. They made us stand there, utterly still, for a long time, probably to let us imagine the worst.

Warm hands began to explore my body; they ran over my chest and shoulders, over my stomach, then down my legs. They'd tease me by driving towards my ass or genitals, only to swerve away at the last instant. I'm fairly sure the hands would change, but could never be sure who was touching me. I was almost certain that Beth and Lynn were taking turns feeling up Jim and me.

Finally, they thoroughly examined my private parts. Jim and I were soon sighing as hands kneaded our butts, fondled our balls, or pumped our shafts. The girls had gotten me to a point where I was desperate for relief. A steady stroking of my cock soon had me breathing heavily; my hips were slowly thrusting.

Suddenly the hands left my dick dancing alone in the air, they grabbed my arm. I was led to the bed, then helped to lie down.

Lynn spoke. "OK guys, you're excited, you want to come, but someone you can't see is watching you... Now we get to see one of our fantasies, two guys jerking each other off." Just as Lynn got to her final few words, one sister placed my hand around Jim's joint and the other wrapped his fingers around me. The unseen hands started us going, guiding us into a stroking rhythm, then let go.

I was mighty shocked and embarrassed, but grudgingly admitted the justice of it. Bless their hearts though, they had worked me up so much that it felt pretty good having my penis pumped. I really, really needed to get off after the "reward" the two girls had revved me up with.

It was so weird knowing that two sisters were watching me give their brother a hand job. Thankfully, with the blindfold in place, my mind soon filled with images of Beth grinding away against me. I relived the major league Frenching we'd done. Then I recalled how fantastic it'd felt to actually hold Lynn in my arms as we teased each others tonsils. I recalled how sexy it had felt when Beth ran her bra cups, with their extra special filling, over my hard on. As the myriad erotic images piled up, their force suddenly pushed me over the edge. My trigger was pulled. I began shooting blindly.

I'll never know just what did it for Jim. It must have been an awesome turn on for him to finally have sister Lynn's body glued against his, to find her tongue in his mouth, to feel her hand on his cock. And that after a hell-of-a warm-up from sister Beth. I'd even have to concede some small excitement from the warmth of his penis.

Did my swelling and ejaculation have any effect on Jim? Who knows, what counted was I felt Jim's dick begin jumping, and his hips bucking about the time I began to deflate. We humped each other's fist until we were both softened. Thankfully, since he and I had experimented together, shared a few handjobs, I wasn't so freaked out that I couldn't come for the girls.

As I lay there, breathing still abnormal, I felt Lynn's sweet lips reward me with the most tender kiss imaginable. I'd learned that Beth's mouth was as sweet as Lynn's, as soft and as desirable, but to me there was something different about Lynn's kiss. When I felt fingers running through my hair, it just confirmed what my lips already knew. As I lay there, it felt nice knowing that Lynn was beside me.

I felt Lynn removing the blindfold. The room was softly lit, so my eyes had little trouble adjusting. My eyes found Lynn's; she was sitting by my head. Winking at me, she continued petting my head. For some reason that wink caused a warm glow within me.

Lynn slid off the bed, stood and turned to face Jim and me. "OK, guys. You're both sweaty and messy. Go take a quick shower."

My eyes darted to my groin, then Jim's. Since the girls hadn't told us to let go, we were still holding each other's limp dick. Our hands and chest had our fluids all over them. I beat Jim to the bathroom, but just barely. We were both jockeying for position under the nozzle at the first hint of warm water.

Since we hadn't been told otherwise, we just cleaned ourselves. Five minutes later we were dry, heading back to rejoin the girls. We felt pretty jovial, I guess we'd thought the worst was over. It wasn't.

We toweled off before heading back into Jim's room.

"OK guys, that was a good. We've voted to accept that as your first penance. For your second punishment, we want you to sit down on the floor facing us so we can see your boners."

We sat as instructed, but both our erections were wilting a bit from embarrassment.

"For your next assignment we want to see you come. Not hiding behind a wall like you did when you spied on us, but where we get to see you shoot your stuff." said Beth.

While masturbating is normally fun, this was not going to be so easy. I'd jacked off thinking about both Beth and Lynn plenty of times, having them sitting there waiting for me to perform on cue was a whole other ballgame.

Jim and I didn't look at each other; we just started pulling on our puds. Initially I tried looking at the girls, then tried closing my eyes, picturing them feasting on each other's pussy. I even tried imagining what Carly's body might look like. I was staying firm, but getting nowhere near popping my cork.

After a few minutes Lynn apparently guessed my difficulty. She said, "Boys, I think maybe you need a little help" Her voice was soft, there was tenderness in it that reached directly into my brain.

Lynn stood, I looked up to her face; she was staring directly into my eyes. Seductively she slipped out of her robe, letting it puddle onto the floor behind her. Standing there, towering above me, God she looked incredible! Sternly enough to remind me the girls were in total control, Lynn resolutely stated, "Remember, you're our slaves, you're being punished, you are NOT allowed to touch us!"

Keeping her eyes fixed on me, Lynn said "Maybe I'll sit down there, where I can see the action a little better." Her voice sounded like a sexy purr, which managed to keep me totally off balance.

Sitting only a couple feet away, Lynn bent her knees up, then slid her legs just across my shins so we each had an unobstructed view of the other's genitals. The effect upon me was immediate, and obvious. Promptly me penis inflated like a balloon on a helium tank, clear seminal fluid soon oozed from my slit.

Taking Lynn's cue, Beth stood to remove her robe. She made a exaggerated turn, bent at the waist, made a production of folding and smoothing her robe, all the while giving Jimmy and me a perfect view of her butt and pussy. Beth turned back to us grinning.

"Guess my brother could use a little incentive also." She proceeded to position herself in front of Jim, giving him the same unhampered view of her sweet pussy that Lynn afforded me.

I'd certainly been distracted by Beth bending over, she was even more glorious than Jimmy had described to me. Her ass was so firm! Her pussy looked so soft, wet, and inviting. Seeing her breasts swaying beneath her sucked the air right out of my lungs.

Divine as Beth looked, my gaze soon returned to Lynn. I now wanted to give her a good show. I wanted her to see how her body effected me. Most of all, I wanted to study the beautiful girl sitting an arm length away. To me, her body was the most perfect thing in the universe. I stared at her pussy, but my eyes kept being drawn to her breasts and the mesmerizing puffy areolas that capped them. Now thicker and longer than when she first sat down, her nipples were coming alive too.

Despite having come several earlier, the short rest had been enough. Lynn's body was definitely going to make me come again. I could feel the gathering momentum, this time from far, far away. I knew I had time, there was nothing to worry about. I was going to come. I was going to come for Lynn.

Showing so many curves, I couldn't imagine how Lynn could ever be any sexier. Amazingly she'd probably get even sexier looking over the next couple years. But at that moment, I knew I was staring at near perfection.

Looking back towards her pussy, it seemed to me her slit was more open, she appeared wetter. I didn't know any more about female anatomy than what I'd gotten from pictures in my few Playboys or watching our cattle during the Spring. I didn't know much about what part was what, but I knew I wanted to learn everything there was to know about Lynn's pussy.

A thousand times I'd talked trash with Jimmy, saying stuff like "Man I'd like to eat that." Sitting there, absorbing every detail between Lynn's legs, I finally understood what I'd been saying. Desperately, painfully, I wanted to bury my head between her legs. My tongue begged to be turned loose to explore her every nook and cranny. My lips longed to kiss those puffy, furry lips. I'd kill to feel the fine hairs adorning her crotch tickle my face. My breathing became very deep and labored. Vaguely I was aware that Jimmy sounded as if he was getting close himself.

My eyes darted again to Lynn's unbelievably soft looking breasts. I made eye contact with her staring nipples. Unconsciously I was leaning forward to suck on them, I wanted to feel those nipples in my mouth. Her hands quickly rose. I stopped myself before she had to. I looked at her face. Using a stern tone Lynn whispered to me, "Follow your orders. Just come for me." Lynn leaned a little closer then added very softly, "Tell me when you're almost there, OK?" I nodded, lowering my gaze to her puffy tipped breasts.

Tingles and twinges signaled me that sperm would soon be shooting out of me. Staring at her pussy, I uttered a very breathy; "I'm almost there..."

Lynn, God bless that incredible girl, slid her hips a little closer to me, at the same time her hands pulled her vaginal lips apart, revealing her hole and all her intoxicating pink flesh. Seeing Lynn like that was just like pulling a trigger. I started shooting modest gobs of sperm onto her breasts and belly. One of my last spurts landed directly on what I know now was her clit. Upon seeing my semen on her body, I almost passed out. Once I was kicked square in the chest while milking a cow, it felt about the same as I came.

About ready to topple over, Lynn slid beside me, then put an arm around me. My head lolled onto her shoulder. There wasn't enough air in the room somehow. She began to stroke my hair. Lynn whispered into my ear, "That was amazing, thank you."

It'd been a long time since I could remember feeling as content as I did while she held me.

Jim was no longer having trouble following his "orders" either; by now he was living a dream come true. His sisters had fascinated him for a long time. Here was Beth sitting naked maybe 2' away, knees up, parted wide so he could stare at her slippery looking pussy. Or his eyes could travel over her firm belly, on up to her soft swaying breasts. Beth's breathing caused her breasts to move seductively, firing up Jimmy all the more. The real torture was from being able to see the 'promised land', but like Moses, not being allowed to go there.

Jim couldn't help glancing at Lynn at times, her breasts in profile were surely a sight to behold; but Beth was closer, affording a better view. So he concentrated on her body. Beth's body was awesome. Long, shapely legs, hips and a belly that seemed custom-designed to have a penis buried in it.

And those breasts! He tried to put into words the way they looked, but found it difficult. They weren't pointy, they didn't sag. They were a little fuller than the so-called champagne glass breasts he'd seen in Playboy. They weren't huge, they weren't small; they were two magnificent handfuls. They were Beth; he could've stared at them for hours on ends. Jim couldn't tell which was exciting him more, Beth's chest or pussy. His eyes just kept touring her face and body, she was about to make him come yet again today.

The closer to climax Jim got, the more excited Beth became. Never witnessing an ejaculation, she was becoming highly aroused as the moment neared. As much as Jim loved looking at her body, Beth loved looking at his. Beth drank in the shape and textures of Jim's penis.

It wasn't quite as impressive as her father's had been, but this penis was an arm's length away. Plus it was under her total control for a while; Beth couldn't help thinking that cock looked like it'd fit wonderfully into her pussy. Shuddering visibly as she vividly pictured that penis aimed at her opening, Beth imagined it trying to worm its way into her body. Beth's pussy was primed, absolutely ready to go off.

As Jimmy stared between her wide-open legs, he saw everything his instincts were programmed to look for. [Brain to balls: it's time for sex!] With a warning groan and staccato expelling of air, Jimmy shot any sperm left in his body onto Beth.

Beth was enthralled with the whole thing. She'd seen me shoot my sperm onto her sister, now Jimmy had ejaculated onto her. She'd thought there'd be more sperm from Jimmy, but Beth had no clue how much we'd pumped out earlier that night.

Moving behind Jim, Beth sat down. Putting her arms around him, she pulled him towards her until he ended up leaning back against her. Beth ran her hands across Jimmy's chest. She kissed his checks a few times and played with his hair a bit. She'd really enjoyed the show.

We four sat around for a few minutes. The girls were really sweet the way they held us as we got our strength back somewhat.

Lynn kissed me on my check, stood up, then announced. "You both get A's for those performances. That penance is accepted. OK. We want you sitting on the edge of the bed."

I don't know about Jim, but it wasn't all that easy for me to stand at that point. Not knowing what was next, I was a little worried that I might look totally lame if I couldn't "perform" their next task.

Jim and I sat on the nearest side of the bed, basically occupying the spots the girls had recently vacated. Lynn and Beth waited for us to sit.

Beth said. "OK, boys spread your legs wide, we want to be able to get a good peek at your pooped little penises."

We complied. I felt pretty embarrassed now that I was indeed hanging limp, especially now that my hormones weren't running things for the moment. With the girls so clearly in control, I started to hang my head until I remembered there were two sexy, naked girls I could be watching. My head popped up, even if nothing else could at the moment.

Lynn stepped between my legs until her sweet breasts were right in my face. Beth's nipples were similarly waving in front of Jim's mouth. Beth continued, "Well guys, you both just got off. Now it's our turn. This is your last penance for tonight. Our breasts need a lot of special attention, but you can't touch us with anything but your mouths for the rest of the evening."

As much as I wanted to look at Beth's face when I turned my head her way, I could help staring at her nipples. They looked so long and delicious. Then I remembered why I'd turned her way. "Last one TONIGHT?" I said, half whining.

Lynn took my chin and redirected my gaze into her eyes, her pretty face crinkled into a mischievous smile. "Our folks will be getting home sometime tonight. You two weaklings look pretty pooped out to us, so we don't think you'll be very good slaves any more tonight anyway. Next weekend our folks are leaving Friday morning for some Grange convention thing, they won't be back until late Sunday. You both had better be here Friday night or else!" Lynn said, here voice sounding stern at the end.

Jim looked concerned that this penance business might go on forever. Lynn's voice seemed gentler as she guessed, then addressed our fears.

"No, it'll be over soon. We meant it about fair is fair. We gave this a lot of thought. If you trust us, and do as we ask, when this is over I think you'll agree we were fair. I believe we'll all be a lot closer as well."

Captivated by her voice, I instantly decided I'd do almost anything to be closer to this young woman. A protracted silence ensued while the girls just looked at us. I broke it by dropping my head submissively and saying "Command me mistress." Jimmy laughed. "OK, my mouth is your plaything, instruct me."

"So like I was saying," Beth continued "Our breasts need very special attention. We want you to kiss them all over, we want our tips and nipples licked and sucked. If you don't do us just the way we like it, we'll correct you, and you WILL follow our instruction without a single comment. Now start making us feel good boys!"

Immediately Jim commenced sucking Beth's right nipple; she told him to stop, to kiss her breasts for a while as she'd instructed. I turned my undivided attention to the most beautiful pair of breasts God ever put on a woman, Lynn's. Not too large, not too small I thought as I leaned forward to begin kissing the first breast since my mother's.

As my lips touched her left breast, I was overwhelmed by the warmth and softness I discovered. I was in heaven as I kissed a ring around her teat. My hands moved, reaching for her. I was overcome by the desire to fondle her amazing flesh. Catching myself; my cupped hands froze inches from her chest just as Lynn uttered a soft, but firm "No."

I looked into Lynn's eyes as I reluctantly let my hands fall back to my sides. Lynn gave me a truly heart melting smile as she whispered "Good boy."

I loved looking into her twinkling eyes. I whispered for her ears only "You are so much more beautiful than I'd even dreamed." Closing my eyes, I resumed kissing her breasts. Using the tip of my tongue, I trailed kisses from one breast to the other. Lynn put a hand behind my neck, mostly resting it there, but occasionally using it to issue silent instructions. Her other hand she ran through my hair, which made me feel somehow warm and special in spite of my submissive role.

Sensing that Lynn seemed to enjoy being kissed in her cleavage, I lingered there. Opening my eyes periodically, I'd look at her puffy areolas and wonderful wide nipples. They swelled and changed color as my kissing drew closer, ever closer to my goal. Her reddish brown caps struck me as being like a special treat you've been saving because its going to taste so good when you finally eat it.

"Suck them!"

My body trembled as I approached the moment when I'd take the end of her teat into my mouth. Opening wide, my lips engulfed her, my tongue joyously swirled over her entire red peak. Lynn must have shared my anticipation. As my mouth closed around her, I heard a very deep sigh.

Both hands lightly pulled my head into her breast; she bent forward to kiss my forehead. I was delirious. I started avidly sucking her nipple, its warmth and feel to my lips and tongue was pure bliss. I must've gotten carried away. Lynn softly whispered gentle directions; lick a little more there, nurse a bit more gently now, suck her entire tip in for a while, move to my other breast.

I have absolutely no concept of how long I nursed on Lynn. Her breathing had become very pronounced; even I understood she'd become quite aroused. Like I'd just awakened from a very deep sleep, it was hard to concentrate. I was in a near dream state.

I dimly grew aware that next to me Beth had her head back, eyes closed, breathing like Lynn. I glanced sideways, but continued suckling Lynn. Jimmy's mouth would suck on Beth's right nipple, slide down to cover the entire end of the firm breast, then leave a wet residue as he sucked upwards to just the nipple again.

Lynn spoke to Beth using short breathy words. "Are you ready? I for damned sure am." Beth nodded yes; it appeared her nod took great effort. "OK guys, I want you to lay on your backs there and there."

Jim and I were a little slow about releasing our twin treats, but soon understood where we were being told to lay; each on our backs, lying on a pillow like we were going to sleep.

Apparently Beth had left the room, she'd returned with two towels and something behind her back. She had us rise far enough for her to cover our respective pillows with a towel. Though pretty curious, I was totally distracted by her lovely breasts waving around above my face as she bent to her task.

"OK slaves, sit on your hands and keep them there. Still no touching except with your mouth." Said Lynn with some difficulty. As ordered, we slid our hands under our butts.

"Good." Lynn continued. "Beth tie 'em up. Help them remember we are the masters of their fate."

From behind her back, Beth produced two lengths of rope. Jim and my ankles were bound likes cows in a rodeo, and about as quickly. God, I felt embarrassed.

"Now you're going to eat us until we get off or tell you to stop. If you don't get us off, the way we feel, we may have to kill you." I couldn't help but smile; I detected a note of desperation in Lynn's voice.

As soon as it sunk in that I was about to have my mouth filled with Lynn's pussy, my heart started beating a mile a minute. The girls crawled on hands and knees beside us, then swung their legs over our heads. My eyes nearly tore out of their sockets as they tried to take in both sister's breasts swinging beneath them as they crawled around; or Beth's ass as she positioned herself over Jim's face; or the sight of Lynn looking at me between her swaying teats once she'd gotten into a 69 position; or looking up into Lynn's soaked, aroused slit.
Slowly Lynn lowered her pussy to my mouth. My view changed to seeing the ceiling through the crack of Lynn's butt. I wanted to study the pink rosebud that was her anus, but closed my eyes as I parted my lips, anticipating my first taste of Lynn's tender pussy. The scent of her aroused sex struck me like a fist; I loved it, my neck strained upward to meet her. I didn't have far to go, my primal instincts directed my tongue into Lynn's wet slit.

My senses reeled, my nerves jangled as the special warmth, humidity, scents and sounds combined to overload my brain. So many things were happening within me; I couldn't begin to single them out. My overtaxed system only knew one thing clearly. I was eating gorgeous Lynn and loving it. Despite any humiliation I might have felt that day, Lynn filled me with so many feelings of happiness and joy that I wanted her to have the best damned orgasm in the world. I didn't quite know what to do, but I was determined to do the best I could.

I sucked at Lynn's lips, explored her slit until I located all the different flaps and folds. I adorned the way she tasted; anywhere I touched or licked I found nectar of the Gods. Lynn's hips moved in slow circles, she'd thrust her slit ahead or back sometimes, directing my ministrations. Preoccupied as I was, still I listened to her breathing for signs that certain areas gave her the most pleasure. A few times she'd hold still then say something like, "Yes, right there. Lick faster."

Of course I found her hole. Though aching to plunge my tongue into her, I held off. Lynn had told me when I found her clit; her hips would rise or lower to teach my tongue the pressure she preferred.

Lynn had managed to delay the exquisite orgasm she felt gathering steam by studying the penis below her. It excited her to be so close to a cock, a cock that nature had designed to fit inside her body. She'd watched it stir and thicken as it's owner feasted between her legs. Still a little shy about doing what was on her mind, despite the slave talk, she moved her hand onto my belly.

Like a hawk circling, her fingers ran around my genitals or over my thighs. Finally she couldn't stand the wondering; Lynn fondled her first penis. At first her fingers ran over the baby soft skin of the penis and scrotum below it. Soon her hand encircled the extending shaft. For a while she just squeezed and milked it.

As it grew a little past semi-erect, Lynn started to slowly pump up and down my manhood. Part of me was incredibly excited knowing that this gorgeous girl, over whom I'd masturbated too many times to count, was using my penis as her personal plaything. Yet as much as this was a mind-blowing event, I had developed such warm feelings towards Lynn that I stayed focused on "my assignment", Which was fine with me, I wanted to get her off.

Lynn was fixated on the penis in her hand. She'd glanced at Beth and Jimmy moments earlier. Beth would be coming any time now. Her hips were driving hard into Jim's face. She'd bent so close to Jim's cock he must be feeling Beth's hot breath on it. Beth had propped herself on both elbows; she was using both hands to feel up their brother. "Nice cock Jimmy" Lynn thought in passing.

Lynn was ready to allow herself to come, but damn she wanted it to be a big one. She tightened her grip around my nearly erect penis, pumping me to the rhythm of her hips. Mentally Lynn drooled as clear fluid seeped from the end to my cock. My hips, with no thought on my part, began to hump her hand, matching the rhythm of her lust-driven hips. She felt herself edging closer, closer. Busy tongue-lashing her clit, I felt her pace quicken.

Staring at the penis pumping into her fist, Lynn's mind transported her inside her own body; she could picture that penis plunging within her sheath. She saw the head flare wide, diving at her cervix before it withdrew, only to plunge into her depths again and again. Lynn began to slide towards oblivion.

Abandoning her clit, I immediately drove my tongue into her vagina. Success! Lynn was coming, coming hard I suspected. Her opening closed around my tongue pulling me into her.

On pure instinct, I began to come. I was barely aware of it.

The rhythm of the penis seeking relief in her fist didn't change, but she felt it swell. The head was already shiny from the slippery fluid that coated it. Lynn had reached that perfect instant when she'd actually begun her orgasm, but was holding it back like a damned up lake. When she saw small streams of sperm weakly erupt from my penis, land, and pool back across the deep red glans, the damn burst; her body short-circuited from the potent sexual imagery.

Lynn's hips shuddered, but stayed in one place as she made short, rapid strokes up and down my outstretched tongue. My mouth flooded with her juices, I was swimming in a sea of ecstasy. Her hips resumed a circular motion as she sought to run every part of her pussy over my mouth. I managed to shift and flatten my tongue over her clit.

At first Lynn slowed down. Suddenly she emitted another series of protracted groans from her diaphragm; she came again. Her clit rubbed furiously against my tongue; I did my best to hold my tongue still for her. Lynn never slowed down that time; she kept going strong, then collapsed without warning.

When she breathed at all it was to take a huge, deep breath. I was able to shift just a bit so I could breath, yet still slowly kiss and taste around her puffy lips. Her occasional sighs and stretches told me she loved the affectionate nibbling. Certainly I was enjoying the way she gently fondled my penis like it was a treasured family pet.

Slowly turning, Lynn slid up my body; she gave me a smile I'd walk a mile in a hailstorm to see. "Please hold me Larry" she cooed. My muscles cramped when I tried to free them. As Lynn realized how much discomfort I felt, she made the sweetest face. "You poor baby." she said sincerely. Lynn set about covering my face with soft baby kisses that actually did a lot to make me forget the cramping.

It felt wondrous when I finally did get my arms around her. I held her so tight; it had been horribly frustrating not to be able to use my hands. I gloried in the way she felt.

Suddenly curious about our neighbors, I glanced to my right. Beth was lying on top of Jim, kissing his face and neck. I gathered Jim had performed acceptably.

Snuggling down next to my ear, Lynn's finger tips played across my chest for a time. Minutes later, she whispered into my ear. "Larry, please keep this to yourself. Trust me. Do whatever we ask you to next weekend, no matter what. It's important." Lynn paused. She rose up on an elbow to stare into my eyes. The look that came over her face I still find impossible to describe. I felt my internal organs melt. I felt the air leave my lungs. I felt myself fall in love with Lynn.

Lynn and I locked eyes, it felt like we peered into each other's soul for I don't know how long. The moment ended with Lynn giving me a long, soft kiss. Parting her mouth slightly, the tip of her tongue explored my lips. Following her example, I found just the tip of her tongue with my own until she gently pulled away.

Lynn got off the bed, extending a hand in my direction. After helping me up, I stood before her. Lynn's arms went around me, we hugged. With her head on my shoulder, she gave me a last squeeze and whispered "Do whatever we ask. You won't be sorry. Sweet dreams, Larry." Then like an elf in a dream, she was out of my arms, and out the door.

Silently I sat in the corner easy chair. Beth was still snuggling with Jim. I don't know if Beth even realized Lynn was gone. Beth looked soft and sexy; it was sweet as could be watching her. Moments later she was climbing off Jimmy. As she backed off the bed, her ass was in the air, waving in my direction. I couldn't get it up if my life depended on, but that didn't stop my mind from flashing an image of me sneaking up behind her, then my penis sliding into that sweet pussy by quietly allowing her to back onto my stiff dick.

Beth was headed to the door when she spotted me smiling at her from the corner. She wiggled a finger signaling "come here".

I walked over. Beth stepped into me, then playfully slid her tits up from my belly to my chest. Smiling at me, Beth got up on her toes to give me a soft kiss. We held the kiss, Beth fondling by penis and balls the entire time.

Breaking the kiss, Beth demurred. "And you were a good boy too, G'night." Grinning wickedly, she spun, headed for the door, yet took her sweet time. Beth had a talent; she could make her ass sway so it made any male watching wanted to screw her brains out. DAMN! What a finale to the best danged day of my life.

Jim and I were in shock. There didn't seem much point in getting dressed. I climbed into bed. I caught Jim's eye. I simply said, "Wow".

Jim sighed, "Yeah, Wow."

We rolled over and fell asleep.

We've decided to go for a walk in the woods. I drive us there in the Jeep and we stop deep in the forest on the edge of a field. All alone. I get out before you, and when you step out of the Jeep, you feel my arm encircle you from behind. My hand gripping your shirt, I tear it open, sending buttons flying. Now you know I'm not really interested in "walking".

My hand inside the remnants of your shirt, I squeeze your braless breasts HARD, and pinch your nipples, biting your neck. You hear the sound of my pocketknife opening. Then you feel the cold, sharp edge of the blade sliding up the side of your leg and under the extremely short skirt you wore to torture me. You feel your thong let loose as I cut through the thin strings holding it against your treasures. There's a slight pull. You feel it sliding enticingly across your pussy lips as I tug it free of your body. You moan at the pleasure. But it doesn't last. I grab your wrists, bringing your arms firmly behind your back. Using your shredded underwear, I bind your hands, putting you COMPLETELY in my control.

You're still facing the Jeep. I push you forward at the waist until your breasts flatten against the warm hood. I push my leg between yours forcing your knees apart. Gripping your wrists with one hand, I place my hard thick cock in your hands. Using my other hand, I push your skirt up over your tan, perfect ass. Then I grab your hair, pulling your head and body back until my cock touches your hot, wet pussy lips. You can feel the head as it nudges at your opening, getting slick with your juices. But I don't put it in you. Instead I make you TELL me you want it. Beg.

When you do, and I'm satisfied you mean it, I shove it in you HARD. ALL the way. RAMMING my hips against your ass, and my cock into your pussy. I fuck you HARD for several minutes, worrying only about my pleasure as I piston my dick in and out. With my hand around your waist, I am fingering your clit bringing you closer and closer to climax, but not really caring yet if you get there.

Then without warning, I withdraw from you, causing you to cry out, and begging me not to stop. Grabbing your wrists, I spin you around and force you to your knees. Looking down at you, I push my cock into your mouth, watching as you suck your juices from it, tasting your own pussy. With your red-lipsticked lips completely surrounding my cock, I pump it in and out of your mouth, feeling the suction as I build to orgasm. When I can't stand it any more, I tell you I'm going to cum, but my orgasm lets loose in your mouth before I can pull my cock out.

You swallow quickly gulping my cum, and then look up at me wanting more. But I step back letting jet after jet of my jizz hit your face, your chest, and your belly. As my orgasm ends, I look down at you, letting you know we're not done and bringing you to your feet.

Looking into your eyes, I TELL you, I'm going have your ass now. All you can do is whisper a quiet "yes..." as you turn your back to me, lean against the Jeep, and push your ass submissivley toward my cock. Using my cum and your spit as lubrication, I push the full of my cock into your ass until my balls rest against your swollen, well fucked pussy. After you've adjusted to the intrusion, I begin slowly easing my dick in and out of the tight confines of your ass. It's the tightest, most intense, and sensual feeling ever. You and I are both lost in the pleasure.

Like I did before, I reach my hand between your legs to finger your clit. I'm trying desperately now to see that you get your orgasm. Just as your climax hits, you feel my body tense up and I release my load deep inside your ass. We both shake, shivering with the intensity our pleasure. Completely exhausted now, and no longer able to stand, we fall slowly to the ground. My cock still inside you and our bodies touching, we lay in the warm sun thinking how much better that was than some stupid walk!! And just as we drift off for a short nap, I whisper, "See? I TOLD you I could 'take charge'!"

- Hey Midori, I've decided I'm going shopping!

-Midori, Atsuko's roommate, faced her with surprise expression: Really? Wouldn't you rather ski today?

-No. Yesterday in Kicking Horse I enjoyed myself but today I'm a little tired, so I'll take a day to relax and do some shopping.

-Ok, it's up to you, Midori answered putting on her ski pants, but you will still have breakfast with me, won't you?

-Of course, she answered while taking off her ski suit and putting on workout clothes. Give me a sec.

Few minutes later, still chatting, they took the elevator down to the restaurant at the hotel where they were staying. This ski trip to Banff was a present that Atsuko and Midori had decided to give themselves after several years without vacations. Two weeks in one of the most famous Rocky Mountain ski resorts...but their time there was almost up.

When she stepped out of the elevator, Atsuko saw him. He was talking with the desk clerk, a tall, blonde girl with deep blue eyes. And she was smiling at him. Atsuko had liked her because she was very helpful, but in that moment she hated her.

He was a tall man, athletic, always smiling with black curly hair. Very different from Japanese men he was a 'gaijin'(a foreign devil) who always greeted them politely although they had not spoken to them for more than a few seconds at a time. Just enough contact to make Atsuko think it a pity to leave without knowing him a little more. Whenever they met he always opened doors or stepped out of the way which seemed funny for them, because in Japan the women always went after the men.

-I would eat him, Midori whispered to her friend with a giggle.

- I would let him to eat me, answered Atsuko covering her mouth and chuckling.

The girls gave their names to the restaurant clerk and they served up a delicious breakfast from the buffet.

After breakfast, they went up again to the room and brushed their teeth. Midori dressed in her ski boots and anorak then slipping on her backpack she departed.

-Don't do anything that I would not do! Midori joked.

I promise, nothing you wouldn't do! I'm thinking about going to the gym and using the Jacuzzi while I wait for the shops to open.

-OK, I'll see you at seven then.

Atsuko, gathered her stuff in the room, slipped into her bikini (she had been told by the travel agency that the hotel had a Jacuzzi, gym and sauna for free use by their clients), put her sweat suit back on, grabbed her towel and after a quick glance in the mirror she left the room.

In her early thirty, Atsuko still looked a lot younger. She was in good shape, because she went to the gym three times at week and went to hiking on the weekends when she could. She was carefully with her diet, drank alcohol sparingly and avoided smoking. Her lifestyle was reflected in her body: fit and lean with gentle curves, she was just about five feet and weighed 100 lbs dripping wet. In addition she had a pretty face. Fully dedicated to her job for an American multinational since she had finished the university, she had never married although she had not problems finding suitors. But the man of her dreams had not yet appeared.

The gym was empty when she arrived and Atsuko put in the earphones of her MP3 player, climbed onto the bicycle and begin to pedal. Soon she was sweating and took the jacket of her sweat-suit off. While placing it in the back against the wall, the door opened. A slight airflow caused her skin to prickle. He entered. And Atsuko's breathing deepened. She didn't expect him to be there. She had assumed that he would be skiing... He smiled and greeting bending his upper body like the Japanese at the same time he told 'konichi-wa' with a barely discernible accent.

-Konichi wa -. Atsuko answered, bending also. Startled, she looked down and realized that she was showing her breasts, only covered as they were with her very small bikini, but barely hidden from view.

- I don't speak Japanese, he admitted, and only know this greeting and four more words. Would you mind if we speak in English?

Atsuko asked herself. < -Of course. We can speak English, she responded nervously.

-My name is Daniel. Pleased to meet you.

- I am Atsuko. It is my pleasure. Silently she was giving thanks to God that working in an American company made her used to direct dealings with Occidentals. She had learned to understand the meanings of gestures that often, for Japanese people, bordered on the rude. Nevertheless Daniel had not made the move to shake her hand and had bent again. She imitated him.

- You bend like a Japanese man, she noted pleasantly surprised.

- Years ago I was practicing Japanese martial arts and I learned to greet Japanese-style. Do you still plan on going skiing today, Daniel said while he stepped up to the bicycle next to hers.

-No, I'm thinking about shopping instead. You?

-More or less the same. Today is my last day here in Banff and I want to buy something for my family and some souvenirs for myself. If you want, we can go together.

-Hmmm. I don't know...

-We would enjoy ourselves for sure. Just think about it a little, please...and then tell me yes... His smile could melt the winter snow of the Fujiyama.

Watch Daniel pedaling near her wearing only an athletic t-shirt and shorts made Atsuko feel the presence of his masculinity, although she hid her response by accelerating the rate she was pedaling.

- Well, that's enough for today, she told him while slipping off her pants and approaching the shower near the Jacuzzi. I need to rinse off...

-I'll leave you be in a second. I only wanted to stretch my legs and get them moving. They were getting pretty tight after almost two weeks of skiing.

Daniel's eyes took in and quietly absorbed Atsuko's dance-like movements. Her ivory bikini almost disappeared against her pale skin and look of near-nakedness sent intense awareness through him. At the contact with the cool water of the shower, Atsuko's nipples hardened and peaked, pressing against the thin material of her bikini. Daniel took off his t-shirt and strode across the room to enter the shower.

Atsuko smiled nervous as he asked smoothly: May I soap your back?

-Please, she murmured quietly glancing up through shy eyes.

He was a very strong man, around six feet tall with a fit physique. Although he was in his forties, he moved with the grace and feline agility of a much younger man. Masculine was a word used frequently to describe him.

-I do not mind helping at all. On the contrary it will be my pleasure, he reassured her. He stood before her, reaching around as was his preference. His hand scooped a little soap from the dispenser and began to rub her back smoothly.

Atsuko felt the Daniel's hands caressing her back and realized that she had hoped for such from the moment they're eyes met by the elevator. Purring like a kitten, she stood pliant before him. When she realized that Daniel's hands had not left the limits of her back, she turned slowly, took a little soap and with her gaze still lowered placed her hands over his chest. The reaction was instantaneous. Daniel's pants tightened in an unequivocal way and Atsuko realized that there are no stepping back...nor did she want there to be.

Daniel took her little hands in one of his and pulled them above her head, making her breasts stand out more, and with the other hand he tipped up her chin and began to kiss the lips gently, without hurry, without letting her move, as if she were tied before him.

- I wanted you from the first moment I saw you, he whispered. And I have been waiting to meet you alone since then. His voice and breath drifted over her earlobe sending shivers down her spine. I want to make love to you here and now.

-Yes.

The hands of Daniel caressed over the sensitive points of the Atsuko's body and his tongue eased deeply into her soft open mouth. She surrendered totally to this man. Her submissive nature and upbringing in a society where men are dominant, carried her far beyond her usual limits, but she realized that she was going exactly where she wanted to go.

The top of her bikini was pulled fully open, and pearly breasts spilled out, hard like stones, the pinkish nipples puckered, inviting, delicious, made to be sucked. The bottom of the bikini fell to the ground an instant later, alongside Daniel's pants. His member, hard and veined, fully aroused, scared Atsuko a little, but his gentle caresses made her so hot that she was already panting to feel it deep inside. He crouched and dipping his head between her legs began to pass his tongue over her pussy, pink, salty, wet...till he touched the central spot of pleasure, taking her clit between firm lips, caressing it gently with his tongue until she started to bend and quiver in pleasure, making noises like sobbing whimpers, faster and faster until she gasped and groaned in pleasure.

When he felt the shudders pass through her body, Daniel, unable to wait a second longer, stood and plunged into her, grabbing her ass with both palms and lifting her easily to fuck her against the wall of the shower. Sobbing and cumming almost continuously they both felt his seed coming out with a rush deep into her pussy. A few more pumps and the languid relaxation that follows numbing release gripped both of them. Daniel slipped out slowly from Atsuko's wet cleft, then kissed her on the lips and told her:

-Let's go my room. We can continue there.

Docilely, Atsuko left him and wrapped her towel around her hips, along with her bikini top and watched how he covered himself with a towel and gathered their garments from the floor of the shower.

He kissed her smoothly and taking her hand in his, locked her wrist into his large hand, as if she was a prisoner or the trophy of a conqueror.

- Leading her out of the room Daniel told her, there's still a while until they open the shops and I want to take advantage of this time with you.

Feeling the essence of Daniel run down her thighs, she followed him with the realization that never in her life had she felt so defenseless and yet safe as she did in that instant.

-Ok, Daniel-san.

Carrying their clothes in one hand and Atsuko's wrists in the other, Daniel headed straight for the elevator. They were a strange couple. A beautiful little Japanese girl and an athletic European a head taller than her, both nearly nude. Atsuko seemed be the delicate prisoner of a Barbarian warrior. And although she had her face lowered, fearful of meeting somebody in the corridors, she felt happy. She had often dreamed about something like this and now she was seeing her more intimate dreams fully fulfilled.

They stepped off the elevator on his floor and went to Daniel's room. Near the door, they saw a housekeeper cleaning who seemed surprised, watching them pass with a startled expression. Daniel smiled, Atsuko blushed and lowered her head still more, and both entered his room.

It was a single room, a little bigger than that of Atsuko and Midori.

Daniel guided her to the center, to the foot of the bed and raising her chin again, he kissed her softly on the lips. Without releasing her hands, he removed her towel, dropping it to the floor as well as his and they both were naked. Dominating her with his stature and strong body, watching her full of joy at the fresh beauty of the woman in front of him.

-Atsuko-san, now you've got to make a decision: we can have straightforward sex or you may choose to be my slave for a day.

Atsuko only doubted a second before answering: today I will be your sexual slave.

-Will you submit to me without restriction?

-Yes, Daniel-san.

-You will be my slave for a day. Are you sure?

-Hai!

-Today I will make you feel more womanly than you ever have before! Close your eyes now...

Atsuko obeyed and when he released her hands, she felt let down but that was soon replaced by an enormous sense of expectancy. She heard him open the closet, sensed him coming back towards her and then felt the smooth caress of silk over her skin when he blindfolded her eyes and tied her hands with a pair of foulards, large soft scarves he explained. She was intrigued by this... Silk foulards? She yielded docilely when he pushed her towards the bed and asked her to on all fours. Two more scarves secured her feet, separating her legs a little and leaving her totally exposed. Through the thin band covering her eyes, she noted the flash of a camera << Oh, my God!>> she thought.

- Don't worry, these pictures will be for my eyes only! He reassured her.

She did not dare to answer, feeling exposed, very naughty, and very desired...

He set down the camera and began to caress her again. Exploring each corner of her body, setting her nerves to tingling still more, making her wish that he were inside her.

-Fuck me-. She dared to say.

- Shhh-. He whispered smoothly onto her neck. Let me, my little one. I know what you want, but I will mark the rhythm.

-Please, Daniel-san...

-Shhh, he shushed her again.

And the hand that was caressing her ass spanked her, restrained but firmly. Atsuko was surprised, but she didn't move.

- I like you this way, like that you are disciplined. - And he spanked her again on the other cheek.

Caresses and spanks were being alternated, and Atsuko's ass was slowly glowing a pretty pink color. In her position on all fours her breasts hung down and shivered with every spank. Her pussy was wet, dripping. Atsuko moaned, that mix of pleasure and pain driving her crazy. She wanted more. A lot more.

-Harder, Daniel-san, please, spank this slave harder.

- Yes baby. I will please you in this, he said, and taking the belt from his closet, he continued whipping the beautiful butt that was compliantly offered to him. Every few hits she saw the flash of the camera. - You are ready, he murmured after a while. -- Let's see what that pretty little mouth can do...

And moving before her, he held his member out, just touching her lips. She began to caress the tip in her mouth, tracing across the big glans with her tongue and sucking smoothly, causing Daniel a shock of pleasure, taking more and more until he had to use all the self-control he possessed not to cum inside the mouth that was sucking him so well.

Caressing her neck, he took himself from the little mouth and kissing her gently he moved back behind her prostrate form, penetrating her again in a single movement and making her shout. Atsuko felt impaled by this member deep in her pussy and when he began to smoothly rub her asshole with a finger wet with his saliva, she could not wait. As if someone had opened the floodgates, she began to have orgasm after orgasm as Daniel filled her with his seed and collapsed over her consumed by pleasure.

- Damn this has been...wonderful, Atsuko-san, he said while he began to untie her. But it will not finish here. Now we will go shopping, have lunch and later we'll return. I still have a few desires to satisfy with your beautiful body before we separate. Let's have a fast shower and then we can pass by your room. I want to choose the clothes you will wear today.

- Yes, Daniel-san, she said again lowering the head in submission gesture, and smiling with inner radiance. It had been the most intense session of sex in all her life.

After a shower, with Atsuko undressed and kneeling Japanese style watching, Daniel got dressed. He wore soft boxers, trousers and a black t-shirt and jacket. Trekking shoes completed his attire and in a couple of minutes he was ready.

- Let's go sweetie. I want to see which kind of clothes you have, he said putting his jacket around her shoulders and closing the zipper with her arms inside. It was too big for her and large enough to cover her to mid-thigh, while she remained naked underneath.

He took the sleeves and she followed him wearing only his jacket through the corridors of their hotel.

-The number of your room?

-317, answered Atsuko.

-Alright, come on!

They took the lift without meet anybody and went straight to the third floor. Daniel, without hesitation, took the correct corridor and arrived at the door of her room. He took the key-card from the pocket of Atsuko's trousers, opened the door and he handed the pass to her with a smile.

- Feel like you're at home, he told her jokingly.

He stepped into the room after her, closed the door, and opened the anorak's zipper.

- Beautiful. You are Beautiful. I want you to choose from your closet. I'd prefer a skirt if you have one and a blouse that opens in the front. No underclothes in any case!

-Yes, Daniel-san- <>

From Midori she borrowed a fairly transparent white blouse, a black skirt, and a couple of wool stockings just long enough to be covered by the hem of the skirt and an anorak. She put on a pair of cute ski boots and looked up.

-I'm ready, Sir.

Beautiful. He insisted. C'mon.

Holding hands and ignoring the desk clerk's whisperings (-I think that the housekeeper was here before us, whispered Daniel teasingly) they took the road to the main street.

They visited all the shops, bought cowboy hats, Navajo tomahawks and peace pipes, bears fishing for salmon carved in beautiful white marble from Rocky Mountains, and maple syrup. Daniel bought a book of recipes from the local restaurants in the Rockies... walking like a pair of lovers an hour passed quickly and they decided that it was time to go for lunch.

They went to The Keg and Daniel booked a table for two, ordering mushrooms Neptune to share, rare teriyaki sirloin for himself, and (as she told him she preferred fish) a seafood club for Atsuko. They also had a couple of glasses of wine while they waited at bar. Atsuko took it easy though...

They ate from each other's forks, laughed and touched beneath the table, making a few of the midday customers smile at them.

When they were finished, Atsuko and Daniel returned to the hotel, leaving the things they had bought at the front desk and departed again to continue shopping.

-Time to shop for some clothes, sweetie!

And off they went to Banff Avenue again.

The first place they went was a lingerie shop and it was he who requested from the salesgirl a nearly transparent black bra and thong set, garters and a garter belt. Holding on to her hand, Daniel guided Atsuko into the fitting room, and after closing the curtain, began to undress her. Once naked, he put on every garment, looking at her. Half opening the curtain again he requested another set from the salesgirl: this time red. He slipped it on her again, enjoying himself. Then he began to undress her again. When was taking off the panties, he began to lick her pussy while stroking her legs, cheeks and tits until she came right there in the dressing room. Once dressed again, they left the fitting room, paid and left the shop and the salesgirl with a look of amazement on her face.

The next stop was at a ski shop. Daniel a pair of pants into the fitting room and of course asked Atsuko to come in with him.

-I want you to suck my dick, here and now, he requested firmly.

Without any doubt, she knelt down before him and began to open his trousers and boxers. She took him into her mouth and began to suck, to lick, to bite... until Daniel spilled in her mouth, continued sucking until she left it perfectly clean, then looked up into his eyes and smiled.

- You taste very good, she said to him while she gently closed his zipper.

Daniel paid for the trousers, and they left the store hand by hand.

The rest of the purchases were a little more conventional, although at each shop Daniel entered the fitting room with Atsuko or it made her enter with him.
-It's Five O'clock, sweetie. About time to went back to the hotel.

Only hearing this, Atsuko felt her legs weaken, and her pussy became wet. At the same moment her nipples became turgid and hard like tiny rocks.

They took their packages from the front desk at the hotel and took the elevator directly to Daniel's room.

-Get naked and kneel down before me, sweetie, he told her as he sat in an armchair.

Slowly, Atsuko began to undress. She was already barefoot, so she began by taking off the garters, the skirt and the blouse. With an uninhibited naturalness, she knelt down before him, put both hands in his lap, ducked and she said:

-What does my Sir want from me?

Daniel stood up before her and answered: Undress me.

She eased off his garments one by one, first the fitted t-shirt, which was challenging for her because of their difference in stature. Next she removed the trousers, and finally his boxers and socks.

- Now, come with me. - And he guided her to the bathroom.

Taking scissors from his toilet case, he made her sit at the edge of the bathtub and began to trim her pubic hair, then dampened and soaped it. With great affection and smoothness he took out a razor and shaved her completely.

- Now I like it a lot more, he said smiling while the shower head poured water over her, making her shake again, putting her on the verge of reaching another orgasm. He dried her sweetly and taking her in his arms carried her back to the room.

- On your hands and knees again, sweetie. Now I want to fuck your ass, he said while pulling a pot of lubricant from the toilet case. He waited until she was in the best position and then stroked her, lubricating her anus, first outside with a finger, then with two, and began to introduce his fingers and to notice how she trembled.

-Slowly, Daniel-san. I'd never done this way before.

-Relax and let me. This route of pleasure can be even better than the traditional one. I will go gently, but I will take you thus.

When he noticed that two fingers did not meet resistance, but entered and left easily, he pointed the tip of his cock at the narrow entrance and pressing firmly he began to ease his dick inside.

She moaned. It hurts.

- Relax, honey. - Daniel said while he stopped pushing to let her relax a little. When he noticed that the pressure exerted by the sphincter was lessening, he pushed a little more and once past that barrier was completely inside her.

Atsuko groaned and began to speak Japanese. Daniel took her by the hips and held her still until she began to relax.

He began to pump slowly. The feeling the narrow passage being forced excited him more every second and when he heard her began to moan, this time in pleasure, he sped his rhythm, fucking her every stroke more firmly until he exploded in a spurt of cum that coated deep inside the ass of Atsuko as she shouted her pleasure.

- I never thought that I was going to like being fucked that way, she whispered. But this has been the best fuck of my life. Thank you Daniel-San. I will thank you all my life for showing me this new way to find fulfillment.

- The pleasure has been mine as well, Atsuko-san, Daniel told her laughing.

- I should go, Daniel-san. My friend will be getting back soon. Today I have been completely happy.

-Me too, honey, me too. Sayonara, Atsuko-san.

-Sayonara, Daniel-san.