Matt Slade led me into the room and took off my blindfold. He stood behind me, with his hands on my bare breasts and his groin pressing against my bottom.
The gag in my mouth stifled the gasp that I made when I saw who was in the room. It was Alison Norris, the beautiful black-haired bi-sexual who I had flirted with in the office only yesterday!
Alison wore a skin-tight black gown, cut very low to display the cleavage of her splendid breasts. Her erect nipples thrust against the material.
Matt fondled my breasts. The only thing that I wore was a pair of filmy, gauzy white panties. They were so sheer that my pubic bush could be plainly seen through them. My hands were tied in front of me.
Matt said, "I brought you a little present, Alison. I believe that you and Karen have met before."
Alison's hips swayed as she walked over to us. Lust glittered in her dark eyes. "Yes, I've met Karen," she said. "But I didn't think that I'd be seeing her under circumstances like these!"
Matt said, "You see, Karen is my slave, and she does anything that I tell her to do. Isn't that right, Karen?"
I couldn't speak because of the gag. The only thing that I could do was nod my head yes.-I was afraid, but excited by what was going to happen to me.
Alison touched my nipple. "You're even prettier than I thought, Karen."
Matt said, "She's yours for tonight, Alison. I suggest that, you keep her on a tight leash. She's a lovely little toy, but sometimes she can be very naughty."
CHAPTER ONE
My name is Karen Clark. Last night, my master loaned me to some friends of his, a husband and wife couple. He watched as they used and abused me, and later he joined in on the action.
To see me, you wouldn't dream that I am a slave. I'm twenty-four years old, five feet eight inches tall, blonde and blue-eyed.
Men desire me, and women envy me.
Sometimes the women desire me, too. I know that I'm beautiful, so I won't bore you with any false modesty.
All my life, I've used my good looks to get what I wanted. Even when I was a little girl, I was the cutest one in the family, and I knew it.
My brothers and sisters resented me, but I didn't give a damn. It was so easy for me to get what I wanted from Mom and Dad.
When I was twelve years old, I got my period for the first time. I matured quickly, and soon blossomed into a nubile and desirable teenager.
I had it all. I was the captain of my high school cheerleading team, a member of the student council, an honor roll student.
My classmates elected me to be prom queen. My steady boyfriend was the quarterback of the school's football team. I had my own car by the time I turned seventeen.
Things got even better for me when I went to college. Boys are cute, but men have money and power. They know how to treat a gorgeous girl like me.
I breezed through college. While my classmates ate hamburgers and drank beer, I dined on caviar and drank champagne. Handsome, successful men lavished me with gifts and favors.
They gave, and I took. Oh, how I took! I had a wardrobe of the most expensive designer clothes. A boyfriend of mine, a rich oil company vice president, bought me a sporty foreign car. I had money, furs, and jewelry.
I knew the effect my body has on men. I've got a face like an angel. I could walk into the top modeling agencies in the city and immediately get a job if I wanted it.
I've got the classic American female figure: long legs, thin waist, and full, lush breasts. I'm a blonde, a natural blonde, and my shining hair falls down to the middle of my back.
I imagine that I must sound rather narcissistic to you, and, to be honest, that's what I am. Or, at least, what I was before I became a slave.
Before I became a slave, I never met a man who could turn me on as much as staring at my own nude body in the mirror would do.
I've been with a lot of men, but none of them ever excited me as much as masturbating myself did. But that's all changed now, ever since I met my master.
Master and slave-strange words to hear in this twentieth century democracy we live in. It's only strange, however, to the uninitiated.
I'm not talking about wage slaves. Just about everyone is that. No, I'm talking about sexual slaves, about people whose bodies are the property of their masters.
There's a lot more of it going around than you think. Take a good, long look at the people around you. You'd be amazed by what they do in the privacy of their own bedrooms.
That pretty suburban housewife that you see picking up her kids at the swim club-during the weekends, her husband takes her to a motel and ties her up and spanks her ass, and then he throws her on the bed and fucks her all night long.
That dynamic young executive who sits across from you on the train reading the financial section of the newspaper-secretly he's dreaming of the moment when his nude body will cringe at the booted feet of his dominant mistress.
Or, take me, for instance. If you saw me in the street, you just might stop and stare at the lovely, long-legged blonde beauty confidently striding along.
You'd never guess that the beautiful girl you were admiring had spent the previous evening tied naked to a bed, spread-eagled for her master's pleasure.
You wouldn't believe that this same girl had Writhed on the lap of a total stranger, a man who spanked her bare bottom until it was red and sore.
You couldn't believe that this girl was taken to a meeting of a society of dominant masters and their slaves, and was the sexual toy of everyone who wanted her.
You wouldn't believe these things, but they're true. They've all happened to me. That's why I'm telling you my story, so you'll know the truth about what really goes on behind locked doors and in bedrooms at night.
I'll tell you about what happened to me last night, while it's still fresh in my mind. Every time that I sit down, my aching bottom reminds me of last night's events.
It was a warm summer night, but I didn't notice the heat. I was sitting in the back seat of an air-conditioned limousine.
The sun was just setting, and the lights of the city were winking on. I was sitting next to my master. The car glided through the evening traffic.
My master's name is Matthew Slade. When we're at work, or together in public, I call him Matt. But when we're alone, or with people who know the truth about us, I call him Master.
He's a big, rugged man, about forty years old. He looks like what I've always imagined a Renaissance prince to look like: strong, powerful, and ambitious.
He was wearing an impeccably tailored, light-weight summer suit. I was wearing a q raincoat, oddly enough, even though there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
The raincoat was buttoned up from the neck down, and tightly belted. The only parts of my body that were visible were the calves of my legs, and my feet.
My feet were encased in black, patent leather pumps. They had sharp pointed toes, high arches, and four-inch high stiletto heels.
My legs were covered with dark, seamed nylons. The seams were adjusted so that they ran perfectly even along the backs of my legs.
Underneath the raincoat I wore an unconventional outfit-and that's putting it mildly.
My large breasts were held by a black leather bra. The bra. was under-wired to support someone of my voluptuous bust measurements.
My breasts were restrained in half-cups. That is, the cups of the bra were cut so that while they lifted and supported my breasts, my nipples were bare and exposed.
My nipples chafed against the rough material of the raincoat. This constant friction kept them stiffly erect, and tingling with desire.
Around my trim waist was an old-fashioned garter belt. It was made of black leather, and was trimmed with shells of black lace.
The garter belt has four fat, frilly garters.
Now, most women traded in their garter belts and stockings for pantyhose over a decade ago.
Not me. I never wear pantyhose. My master doesn't permit me to. He hates them, and says that they're the most anti-sexual garment ever invented.
I am only allowed to wear garter belts and stockings. Even on the job, during the work week, I must wear them. Since I work for my master, he is able to see that I obey his command.
When he first forced me to throw away all my pantyhose and replace them with stockings and garters, I had a lot of trouble adjusting to them.
Not anymore. Now, I love them, and I would never wear pantyhose even if I was allowed to. Garters and stockings make me feel wickedly sexy.
Anyway, my garters were fastened on to the dark tops of my stockings. Panties? I wasn't wearing any. I was naked between the garter belt and the stockings.
And that's all that I was wearing. A bra which bared my nipples, a frilly garter belt, nylons, and high heels.
My bare bottom rubbed against the inner lining of the raincoat. The raincoat itself was made of shiny black latex, a very sensuous material. The inner lining wasn't latex, but was instead a coarsely woven fiber. . My pussy tingled. Random air currents disturbed the soft curls of my pubic bush. I was very nervous, because I didn't know what my master had planned for me.
Whatever it was, I knew that I would have to sexually submit to someone. My master lets his friends use me however they like.
Some of his friends have some rather bizarre sexual preferences, to say the least. I'll tell you about them later on.
Anyway, who am I to judge? A lot of people might consider me rather bizarre, since I do anything, anything, that my master commands me. Well, who cares what the uninformed think? The hell with them all.
My master loves me, and that's the only thing that matters to me. He has other slaves, women who are as beautiful as me, but I think that he loves me best.
This car journey was tame compared to some that he's taken me on. Apart from what I was wearing under the raincoat, we looked like a normal, attractive couple out for an evening on the town., Matt rested his hand on my knee. I parted my legs and put his hand under the raincoat and closed my thighs on it, holding it there.
I didn't think he would mind. Matt permits me little liberties that he doesn't ordinarily allow his other slaves to have.
Of course, when I try to take advantage of them, he puts me in my place. Before I met him, I always manipulated people to get what I wanted, and even though I've stopped doing that, sometimes I slip back into my old ways.
Matt never lets me get away with it, though. He doesn't let a thing get by him, and he's as watchful as a hawk.
If I misbehave when we're somewhere that's private, he'll immediately pull me over his lap, raise my skirt, take down my panties, and spank me.
He's got' a strong, heavy hand. He doesn't need a paddle or a strap to make me cry like a little girl. All he needs is his open hand smacking against my bottom.
If we're somewhere in public, where it would be indiscreet to immediately correct me, he promises to spank me as soon as he can. Sure enough, the moment he's able to, he yanks me over his knees and down come my panties.
Even though he really makes my bottom ache, and makes me cry, I don't mind. I'd rather be spanked by him than worshipped by any other man. . ,;:
The limousine pulled up in front of a deluxe apartment building, a tower of steel and glass. I felt butterflies in my stomach.
Matt asked me, "Are you afraid, Karen?"
I said, "I'm very, very nervous, but I'm not afraid. I trust you, master."
He gave my thigh a little squeeze and took his hand out from between my legs. I fixed the buttons of the raincoat so that my modesty would be outwardly preserved.
The chauffeur didn't bat an eyelash. He was Matt's trusted valet, manservant, and all-around jack-of-all-trades.
His name was Li Cheong. Years ago, Matt had used his international connections to get Li out of a prison in Taiwan. Li was totally loyal to him, and there was nothing that he wouldn't do for Matt. I knew the feeling.
A uniformed doorman came out and opened the car door. Matt stepped out on the pavement, and I followed. I pulled down my raincoat so that the hem of it wouldn't ride up too high and expose my undressed condition.
We entered the building, crossed an immense carpeted lobby, and got into an elevator. It was one of those express jobs, and my stomach felt like it had dropped down to my knees as it started upwards.
Or maybe that queasy feeling was caused by the nervousness I felt. I knew that nothing bad could happen to me, but I was apprehensive about the unknown.
The elevator stopped on the thirtieth floor, and we got off it. We went down a long corridor, and stopped in front of a door.
Matt rang the bell. We must have been expected, because the door opened almost instantly. A woman stood on the other side of the threshold.
She was about forty-five years old, buxom, and in excellent physical condition. She had dark brown hair with some gray streaks in it. Her eyes were brown.
She had a wide face, a hawk-like nose, and wide, sensuous lips. She wore a simple but elegant purple robe which covered her from her neck to her ankles. I could see that her feet were covered-in pointed, black leather boots with high heels.
She said, "Matthew! Darling!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Matt kissed her back, hard. They french-kissed, and their jaw muscles worked as they fenced with their tongues.
After all that I've been through, you might find it difficult to believe that I could feel jealousy toward another woman. I can't believe it myself.
I mean, I'm only one of a stable of slave women that Matt keeps. He's given me to men and women a-like, and watched nonchalantly while they make love to me.
I've seen him make love to many women, his slaves, and others. I can never get used to it. I mean, intellectually I know that as a slave I shouldn't feel like that, but emotionally I can't help but be jealous.
Not that I ever let my jealousy show, of course. That would be really stupid, and nothing would turn Matt off faster.
I've confessed how I feel to him, and he says that it's only natural, and that after I've been his slave for a while longer, I'll get over it.
Sometimes, just to tease me, he gets me all hot and stimulated, until my pussy is dripping with juices and I want to be thrown on the bed and violently raped.
Instead, he ties me naked to a chair, inserts a dildo in my pussy, and gap me. He moves the chair so that it faces the bed, so I can see everything that happens.
Then, he brings in another of his slaves, or one of his lady friends, and he fucks her right under my eyes, while I twist helplessly in my ropes.
Sometimes, later on, they take me to bed with them, and I love that. But sometimes Matt just leaves me tied up in the chair, feeling incredibly hot and horny, but unable to do a thing about it.
That's just one of the many games that he plays with my head. But even though I often get frustrated to the point of tears, I love it.
Matt's the only man who ever mastered me. He's the only person who treats me the way I want to be treated-the way I deserve to be treated. That is, he treats me like the slave I am. And I love it.
Some hot flashes of jealousy shot through me as I watched Matt passionately kiss the woman in the apartment. I didn't say anything, and I kept my expression bland and neutral.
Matt reached up and casually fondled the woman's buxom breasts. He broke off the kiss and fondly patted her on the behind.
He said, "You're looking more beautiful than ever, Elaine."
She laughed. "You're a liar, dear Matthew, but I love you for it." She looked over his shoulder at me. Her eyes narrowed as she appraised me.
She must have liked what she saw, because she licked her lips and smiled. I knew then that she was going to make love to me, and I wondered what she would be like in bed.
She seemed strong and forceful, and I liked that.. I love it when strong masters control me in bed and know how to dominate me and make me obey.
Matt saw her staring at me. He said, "This is the girl I was telling you about, Elaine. Her name's Karen. I think you're going to like her."
"I'm sure I will," she murmured. "Well, let's not stand out here all night. Come in. Gene is inside, making the drinks."
I followed Matt into the apartment. It was a lovely place, beautifully furnished, and decorated with excellent taste.
Elaine put her hand on my shoulder. "Let me hang up your coat, dear."
Matt said, "Let that wait a little while, Elaine." Elaine shrugged and then led us into the living room.
A man was standing at the bar, pouring liquid from a shaker into cocktail glasses. I assumed that he was Elaine's husband or boyfriend.
He was about the same age as she was. He had a stocky, muscular build, and a broad, seamed, craggy face. His hair was curly and gray. He wore a button-down shirt and slacks.
He waved a cheery greeting. "Matt! Great to see you! I'll be with you in a second, as soon as I get done pouring."
"No sweat, Gene," Matt said. 'Take your time, I'm in no rush."
Elaine sat down on the couch. Matt sat next to her. I remained standing near Matt until he said, "You may sit, Karen."
I started to sit down on the couch, but Matt shook his head. "Not there," he said. "You may sit at my feet." .
I blushed with embarrassment at my thoughtless mistake. Still, I knew that it was always better to err on the side of discretion, rather than exhibiting my slave status in front of strangers who might not be into the scene.
So, I sat down on the fluffy, deep-pile carpet at Matt's feet. I brushed my hair out of my face and hugged my knees and waited.
Elaine said, "I see you've got her well-trained, Matthew."
He said, "I'll let you and Gene be the judges of that."
Gene came over and set down a tray of drinks on the coffee table. I noticed that there were four of them, and I looked questioningly at Matt.
He said, "That's not for you, Karen." He explained to the couple, "I don't permit Karen to drink alcohol or take drugs when I take her visiting. Of course, if you'd care to permit her to do so later, that's your prerogative, of course."
"Well see," Elaine said. Matthew said that since I was probably thirsty, I would be allowed to have some non-alcoholic sparkling water. I gratefully thanked him.
I sat at Matt's feet and sipped the beverage while he and his friends made small talk. They spoke of people and places and mutual friends who I had never heard of.
I didn't mind. I was happy to be sitting at my master's feet. I could feel Elaine and Gene staring at me with curiosity and fascination.
Finally, Elaine broke the ice. She said, "Your slave is very lovely, Matthew. You are a beautiful girl, Karen."
"Thank you," I said softly. "I'm sorry, but I don't know how to address you."
She said, "You may call me Mistress Elaine, or just plain Mistress. And this is Master Gene, or Master, if you prefer."
Matt said, "Stand up, Karen. I want to show you off."
I put down my glass and rose to my feet. Matt stood up, too. He unbelted my raincoat and unbuttoned the buttons. I held out my arms so that he could remove the coat.
Matt took the black latex raincoat off me. The apartment was comfortably warm, but tiny goose bumps rose on my flesh as my body was displayed.
Gene and Elaine both leaned forward. Gene set down his drink, and Elaine took a sharp, sudden breath. Both their eyes were hot with lust.
Matt grinned, enjoying the scene. Since he hadn't commanded me to act sexy and provocative, I stood there quietly and let my body do the talking.
Elaine said, "She is beautiful indeed ... "
Gene said admiringly, "Dammit, Matt, I don't know how you do it! Where do you find gorgeous girls like this?!"
Matt laughed. "In Karen's case, I didn't have to look very hard at all. She was right under my nose. She works for me-both officially, and on her own time as well."
"What will she do?" Elaine asked.
"Whatever you want her to do," Matt replied. "Karen does it all. Just tell her what you want, and she'll do it gladly. The only things that I don't permit are heavy pain and scat, although Karen's so devoted to me that she'd undergo them if I wanted her to-but I don't. Apart from those two restrictions, the only thing that limits you and Gene are your imaginations."
Matt turned to me. "You've done this before, Karen, so you know the ground rules. I want you to obey Gene and Elaine the way that you obey me."
"Of course, Master," I murmured.
Matt said to the couple, "She's yours. As you can plainly see, she's got a sensational body, and I can testify that she has a most skillful mouth as well. I may join in later, but for now, I prefer to watch."
He sat down and picked up his drink. Elaine said, "Answer me truthfully, Karen. Do you like to be tied up? And spanked? And humiliated? And raped by a man and a woman at the same time?"
I simply answered, "Yes, Mistress, I do. I love all those things."
"Then you're in luck," Gene said, "because that's just what we love to do to pretty slave girls like you."
Elaine stood up and came over to me. She said, 'Take this robe off me, slave."
I undid the knot of her sash and opened the robe and took it off her body. I was amazed and thrilled by what I saw.
Under the robe, Elaine was outfitted in the garb of a dominant mistress. My mouth was dry and my heart beat rapidly as I stared worshipfully at her.
She wore a pair of thigh-high black leather boots that made her look like a pirate queen. Her smooth thighs were white as soap flakes.
She wore a pair of black lace panties. They were transparent, and I could see her dark, thick pubic bush underneath them.
Cinched around her middle was a black leather, corset. Her firm breasts were bare. The nipples were hard and brown.
She wore .leather bracelets on her wrists. They were made of thick leather and had little steel spikes coming out of them.
Although she hadn't commanded me to do so, I dropped to my knees. It seemed like the best way I could demonstrate my respect for her dominance.
I asked humbly, "May I kiss your boot, Mistress?"
"I'll give the orders around here, slave," she said. "But, under the circumstances, I think it's fitting that you do so."
I bent forward, lowering my head. My hair spilled across my shoulders and fanned out on the floor. I pressed my lips to the polished leather.
Very submissively and worshipfully I kissed the toe of one boot and then the other. Elaine stood there with her hands on her hips.
Gene took off his clothes. He wore black boots, a black leather G-string, and' a pair of tight-fitting black leather gloves. The hair on his muscular chest was gray and iron-colored.
He came over to me. He held a stiff, black leather collar. Elaine said, "Raise up your head slave."
I did so. Gene brushed aside my hair and fastened the collar around my neck. He buckled it on me so that it fit closely but didn't choke me.
He rubbed the shiny top of his boot against my thigh. He told me to kiss his boots. The leather was smooth and fine-grained against my lips.
Elaine asked Gene, "Would you like to spank her first, or shall I?" Gene said that he would do it first, as long as she didn't mind. She didn't mind.
Gene got some rope. Elaine said that he should tie me with my hands in front of me. Gene told me to stand up and hold my hands in front of me.
Elaine tied the rope around my wrists, binding them together. I had to hold my head level, because the stiff collar didn't allow me to tilt my head too far forward.
Elaine expertly threw a loop over my wrists, put a couple of hitches in it, and tightened the knot. She tested it to make sure that it was secure.
There was a warmth in my belly and a tingling excitement in my pussy when I was tied. I felt good because I knew that I wouldn't have to do anything but obey.
Gene sat down on the couch. Elaine put her arm around my waist and led me to him. My flesh felt electrified where her arm touched it.
When she let go of me, her fingers brushed across my thigh. I knew that she wanted to fuck me, and I was glad, because I wanted to give myself to her.
Gene said, "We feel that it's always a good idea to discipline slave girls before they misbehave, rather than after. That way, they know in advance the penalty for disobedience, and are less likely to disobey."
He patted his lap. "I'm sure that you know the position, slave, so don't waste any time. Come over here and get across my knees."
It was a bit awkward getting on his lap, since my bound hands hindered my movements. Elaine helped me get in position.
I lay down on Gene's lap. His legs were hairy and rubbed against my thighs. My pussy rubbed against his leather G-string. The smell of leather filled my nostrils.
Elaine sat down on the couch not far from Gene. I glanced over my shoulder, and saw that Matt had moved his chair so that he'd have a better view of what was happening.
I stretched out my arms in front of me. My breasts in their leather half-bra rubbed against Gene's taut legs.
Gene rubbed my bottom. The leather gloves on his hands felt smooth and sensuous. He fondled my cheeks, squeezing and rubbing them.
He said, "You have a gorgeous ass, slave, but it's a bit tooj pale for my taste. I'm going to put some red in it."
Elaine handed him a paddle. It was shaped like an oversized ping-pong paddle. Gene rubbed the flat of it against my bottom before spanking me.
He slipped his arm around my waist, holding me in position on his lap. He looped his leg around my legs, so that I wouldn't be able to kick or thrash.
He raised the paddle and cracked it down on my bottom. I grunted from the impact of it. My hair fell across my face, covering my eyes so that I couldn't see very well.
Gene paddled me slowly and deliberately. The effect of the spanks added up. At first my behind was kind of numb from it, but it started to get warmer and warmer.
After the first ten, I was really feeling the pain. My buttocks felt like they were sunburned. Each time the paddle smacked down on my ass, I felt hotter.
After I had taken twenty spanks, my composure had broken down. I twisted on Gene's lap as each new swat came down.
You can imagine what having a lapful of warm, wriggling girl was doing to Gene. I felt his hard cock bulging in his leather G-string.
After the twenty-fifth spank, I moaned every time that I was hit. Elaine raised her foot and rested it on the cushions right by my face.
She said, "Suck the boot, slave girl."
I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the pointed leather toe. It was hard and slick and unyielding in my soft mouth.
I moved my lips back and forth on it, wetting the leather. All the while, Gene continued to paddle me. I still moaned, but not as loudly.
Some saliva dribbled down my chin. As I sucked Elaine's boot, she played with her breasts, fondling and rubbing them.
Her nipples became hard and pointed. I wished that I was sucking them instead of the boot, but I had no say in the matter, of course.
Whenever I'm being spanked, there comes a point when I stop fighting the pain and just give up my will and totally submit to my punishment.
That's what happened after the fortieth spank. I hurt more than ever, but I didn't fight or wriggle or try to escape the stinging blows.
I surrendered to my punishment. Hot tears fell from my eyes and dribbled down my cheeks. My body was beaded with a fine sheen of perspiration.
My pussy was hot and dripping. My nipples were hard. I heard the sound of the paddle cutting the air, then cracking against my bottom.
Gene stopped after the fiftieth spank and put down the paddle. My behind felt like I had scalded it by sitting on a hot stove.
My shoulders heaved with silent sobs. I gasped as Gene fondled my bottom. His leather-gloved hands parted my buttocks.
He stroked the cleft between my bottom cheeks. His finger poked at my tight anus, probing at the brown, puckered opening.
He rubbed my pussy. He inserted his finger between my cunt lips and eased it into me. I squirmed as the intruder entered me.
He took out his finger. The leather was shiny with my juices. He raised it to his nose and inhaled deeply like he was sniffing a flower.
Elaine took her boot away from my mouth. She patted my head and told me that I was a good little slave girl.
She and Gene discussed what they should do to me. I lay across Gene's lap as they talked. I buried my wet face in my arms and didn't move.
Gene said that he was so horny that he wanted some release right now. Elaine said that that was fine, and that she would take over the spanking chores.
I shivered when I heard that. My bottom was already super sore. I was hoping that they would fuck me, rather than discipline me some more.
I realized that it didn't matter what I wanted. My wishes meant less than nothing. I was a slave. All that mattered was what Gene and Elaine wanted.
I got off Gene's lap so that he could switch positions with Elaine. She sat down where he had been sitting, and pulled me over her knees.
Her taut legs were smooth and warm under me. I sighed as I settled in on her broad lap. She ran her fingers down my back in slow, teasing strokes.
Gene undid the tiny leather garment that held his sex. His cock sprang out as the G-string was removed. His cock was medium-sized, but very thick in diameter. It had a blunt, swollen head.
He sat down next to Elaine, so that their legs were touching. Gene held his cock in his leather-gloved hand.
He said, "Suck it sweetly, slave girl. Suck it sweetly."
The way I was lying on Elaine's lap, my head was poised over Gene's groin. He held his fleshy shaft straight up, so that the head was right under me.
I licked my lips to moisten them. I lowered my head and kissed the tip of his cock. Then I took it in my mouth.
It was much better than sucking the boot. It was hot against my tongue. The stiff shaft throbbed with desire.
I started sucking. I pursed my lips and glided them along Gene's shaft. His sensitive flesh touched only my lips, not my teeth.
I squirmed as Elaine inserted two fingers into my cunt. She shoved them in deeply, but not so much so that she hurt me.
I felt really good and peaceful. I was satisfied having my mouth and my pussy filled at the same time.
Elaine picked up the paddle with her free hand and began spanking me. She didn't hit me as hard as Gene did. I don't think it was because she was more merciful than he was. She probably didn't want to hit me so hard that I would reflexively clench my teeth in pain while I was sucking Gene.
Anyway, she didn't have to hit me all that hard. My behind was already so sore that it hurt like blazes even when she laid a light Stroke across it.
So there I was, stretched across the lap of a dominant mistress, being spanked and having my pussy fingered while I sucked off her husband.
My bottom quivered with each stroke that Elaine gave me. I cried silently. Fat tears flowed from my eyes while I sucked Gene's cock.
Gene relaxed and leaned back so that the back of his head rested against the couch. His eyes were squeezed shut with pleasure.
My blonde hair spilled across his lap and thighs. It brushed his flesh as my head bobbed up and down. His shaft disappeared-between my lips, then reappeared until only the head of his cock was between my lips.
Then I would lower my head once more, his shaft would be swallowed up, and the cycle would begin again.
My bottom tingled as it waited for the next swat to come down on it, a swat that never came. Instead, Elaine lowered her head and kissed my aching bottom.
I gasped with delighted surprise. Elaine put the paddle away. Her fingers were still buried in my cunt, and now, her other hand caressed my bottom.
Her fingertips grazed my burning buttocks, sending hot and cold chills up my spine. I concentrated on sucking off Gene, and didn't miss a beat.
Gene's chest rose and fell faster and faster as his breathing quickened. Whenever his cock reappeared outside my mouth, it was so red and angry that I knew that he was going to come soon.
Elaine parted my buttocks. She had to take her fingers out of me to do so, and my pussy ached for something to fill it.
Elaine moistened her finger with her own saliva. It poked at my anus, then slowly slid into me, until it was buried in my ass.
With her free hand, she returned once more to my pussy. She rubbed my cunt lips, and toyed idly with my pussy hair.
Her fingers searched out my clitoris and gently rubbed it. I shivered from the pleasure of it. She had a soft, skillful touch.
Gene suddenly took hold of my head and pressed down on it so that I couldn't raise it up. His cock was deep in my throat.
I pressed my tongue against the underside of his shaft. He raised his buttocks off the couch cushions. His cock quivered.
Come spurted out of the head of his cock. The fluid splashed on the soft tissues at the back of my throat. I sucked and slurped, swallowing it down.
Before I became Matt's slave, I never had a man's cock in my mouth. Cm the few occasions that I went to bed with one of my ardent admirers, all that mattered was my pleasure. I would let them eat me, but I always refused to put my mouth on a man's cock or a woman's pussy.
How long ago that was! It was really only a few months in the past, but I had changed so much since then that it was like an eternity.
Now, I swallowed Gene's come, gulping it down. He held my head until the last drop of semen had been squeezed out of his swollen balls into my mouth.
Gene slumped back on the couch, all the tension gone from his muscles. He closed his eyes. There was a satisfied smile on his face.
Now it was Elaine's turn. She took her finger out of my bottom and her other hand away from my pussy and told me to get up.
My buttocks were sore and burning, and every move that I made sent hot flashes of pain through me. My pussy was dripping wet.
Elaine stood up. She told me to take off her panties. She added that I was forbidden to use my hands, and that I would have to accomplish the task with my teeth alone.
She stood with her hands on her hips and her legs held close together. I got on my knees. I pressed the side of my face against her thighs.
They were warm and smooth and white as ivory. I extended my tongue to its greatest length, so that the muscles at the root of it were sore from the strain.
"I slipped my Umber tongue tip under the elastic waistband of her lace panties at a place over her hip. I lifted the fabric off her warm flesh.
I gripped the waistband between my front teeth. I lowered my head, pulling the panties down off her hips. It was a long, slow process.
As I worked the panties off her, my bare breasts rubbed against her gleaming leather boots. My nipples tingled when they grazed the black leather.
When I got the panties down off her thighs and to her knees, she patted my head and told me to stop. She took them off the rest of the way and stepped out of them.
She turned so that her bottom was level with my face. She said, "Kiss it, slave." She reached behind her and grasped my hair and pulled my face into her flesh.
I licked the smooth cheeks of her behind. I pressed 'my warm lips against them. I stuck my nose between the crack of her buttocks and licked it.
Elaine sat down on the couch and spread her booted legs wide. I knelt on the carpet in front of her. She pulled my head toward her crotch.
I rubbed my cheeks against her curly pubic bush. The hair was .soft as fur and tickled my skin. I could smell the aroma of her pussy, a rich, musky fragrance that intoxicated me.
I pressed my soft lips against the lips of her pussy. My tongue snaked out of my mouth and glided over the fleshy folds of her cunt.
I licked her lips. I licked the outside of them and then my tongue dipped inside her and tingled with the taste of her and I licked the inside of her pussy lips, too.
Her tissues were slippery and sleek against my tongue. Elaine sighed and tilted her pelvis forward so that her cunt pressed harder against my mouth.
She tasted good. L let my tongue travel slowly up her slit. My tongue tip encountered her clitoris and rubbed over it.
I pressed my wet lips against her clitoris. I glided my tongue over it. Elaine's thighs flexed with pleasure.
Gene came over to me. While I ate out his wife, he knelt behind me. His gloved hands cupped and caressed my breasts.
He pinched my nipples. They were stiff and throbbing, and the feel of his leather-covered fingers against them filled me with excitement.
Elaine's hands pressed against the top of my head, holding me close to her pussy. I pressed my lips on her clitoris and gently sucked it between them.
My lips held her clitoris while my tongue lashed over it. Elaine moaned and shivered. When she came her whole body quaked with excitement.
Gene pointed, across the living room and down the hall. There was an open door at the end of the corridor. He said that was the bedroom, and ordered me to crawl to it.
It was a long way to go, and the trip was made more difficult by the fact that my hands were tied. My knees rubbed against the deep-pile carpet.
I tore some runs, in my stockings, but that was okay, because I had a couple dozen more pairs of them in my clothes closet at home.
The door seemed miles away, and I thought that I would never get there. The time it took me to reach it gave Gene and Elaine an opportunity to recover.
When I reached the threshold of the room, Gene, Elaine, and Matt came down the hall. I heard their feet on the wooden floor.
Elaine stepped around me and turned on the lights in the bedroom. It was stark and modem and dominated by a big bed.;
Elaine told me to stand up. She put her hands under my arms and helped me to my feet. She stood face to face with me and embraced me.
Her bare breast rubbed against mine. The soft flesh of our breasts yielded as they pressed against each other.
Her booted legs rubbed against my nyloned ones. She crushed my mouth with hers and stuck her tongue inside and probed my mouth.
Gene embraced me from behind. His bock rested between the clef t of my buttocks. It stiffened and grew as it nestled there.
I was the center section in a human sandwich. Warm flesh arid cool leather pressed against me. Elaine and Gene fondled me.
Matt arranged a chair so that it had a good view of the bed. It was pretty obvious that that was where we were going to wind up.
Elaine and Gene moved away from me. My flesh was cool now that they were no longer pressing against me. That is, all my flesh was cool except for my paddled bottom and my hot pussy.
Gene told me to he down on my back on the bed. He and Elaine each took a length of manila rope. They came toward me.
Gene raised my bound hands back over my head. He tied the new rope between the bonds holding my wrists together.
He tied the free end of the rope to the headboard of the bed. At the same time, Elaine was working on my legs.
She threw loops around my ankles, and tied me so that my legs were spread-eagled wide open.
Gene came to me. His cock was thick and hard. The mattress sank under the weight of him as he climbed on the bed.
My pussy was wet and ready for a fucking. He lowered himself on to me. His hands caressed my hyloned legs, and rubbed my thighs.
He took his cock in his hand. He still had his leather gloves on. I moaned as the blunt tip of his cock spread my pussy lips and forced its way inside me.
This was what I was waiting for. I was spanked to remind me of my slave status. But I was a sex slave, and I was happy to be used for that purpose.
Gene's cock was thick and full inside me. He grunted as he shoved it into me. Its inflamed head rubbed against the wet walls of my pussy.
His black leather gloves wrapped around my white hips. His bare legs rubbed against my nyloned one. My feet were still tightly held in my high-heeled shoes.
When Gene was fully lodged inside me, he started pumping his hips back and forth. His thick cock glided in and out, in and out.
Elaine came to the head of the bed. She said, "You're such an excellent pussy-eater that I'm back for more, slave."
She climbed on the bed and straddled my head. Her leather-covered legs pressed against my cheeks, and the smell of leather and of her pussy filled my nose.
She moved forward and sat on my face. The light was blotted out and I was covered in a hot, wet darkness.
Her pussy lips pressed against my lips. My tongue flicked out and searched for her clitoris. I found it and began to lick it.
The bedsprings groaned as Gene fucked me with his cock and Elaine fucked my mouth with her pussy. I hoped that it would never stop.
Gene's cock thrust into me again and again, each stroke sending new waves of heat through me. I wriggled under him.
Every time I moved, pain shot through my well-paddled bottom. But even the pain was a turn-on, because it only made things more intense.
I felt like I was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all, but I didn't neglect to keep on licking Elaine's cunt.
Even with her booted legs covering my ears, I could hear her gasps and groans of pleasure. She rocked her hips back and forth on my face.
Gene thrust deep into me. His stiff cock quivered. He came, and shot a load of semen inside me. The soothing fluid bathed the heated membranes of my pussy. His fingers gripped my thighs.
I pressed the very tip of my tongue against the center of Elaine's clitoris. No matter how she bucked and shifted, I kept my tongue always pressed against her fleshy button.
She squeezed her legs against me as she came. A shudder rippled through her body. She stopped moving and sat on my face and shivered.
After a while, Elaine and Gene got off me. I felt unhappy as I felt Gene's cock slide out of my pussy and leave it empty and unfilled except for the come that he had left inside it.
Elaine lifted her thighs off my face. The light was too bright, and I shut my eyes. I felt exhausted and drained of energy.
They didn't feel the same. The pair of them switched positions. Gene straddled my face and fed his semi-erect cock into my mouth.
I sucked greedily on it. Elaine got between my spread-eagled legs. Her fingers separated the lips of my pussy and her tongue licked my clitoris.
I writhed with pleasure. I loved the feel of the ropes cutting into the soft flesh of my wrists and my ankles. I loved Elaine and Gene making love to me.
Matt came over to the bed. He was naked. I caught a glimpse of him over Gene's taut thighs. Then Matt moved behind Gene, out of sight. I kept on sucking.
I heard Elaine moan. She continued to eat me, but there was a new rocking motion coming from the part of the bed she was on.
It wasn't hard to guess what was happening. Elaine was kneeling on the mattress with her face on my cunt and her ass raised in the air.
Matt stood behind her and held her hips and thrust his cock into her pussy. He fucked her while she ate me while I sucked off Gene.
I was nothing more than a body being used for the pleasure of my master and his friends. That was all that I wanted to be. I was happy and content.
I had no worries.
I had no complaints.
And most of all I had no responsibility!
CHAPTER TWO
Six months ago, I was a completely different person. The person that I was then was so different from who I am now, that it's hard for me to believe that we were actually the same individual.
I was a well-paid media consultant at one of the country's biggest advertising agencies. Although it was a famous firm, the truth was that we were in big, big trouble.
Billings were falling off drastically, and we were losing longtime clients left and right. It wasn't hard to see why. Company management was stodgy and old-fashioned and out of touch with what was really happening.
That's why I was glad to hear that the company had taken on Matthew Slade to set things right. It was the smartest move that management could have made.
Slade was a golden boy, a managerial wizard and troubleshooter who had set plenty of failing companies back on their feet and put them back in the black.
Matt called a big meeting of the department heads on the first Monday morning that he came to the agency.
I was ready in more ways than one. A woman in my postition has to walk a tightrope. I mean, I have to look attractive, but not so attractive that nobody will be able to keep their minds on business. I couldn't dress too provocatively, because that would be unbusiness-like. But I couldn't dress in too stiff and severe a style either.
Let me be honest. I'm smart and savvy and talented, but so are thousands of others in this city. You need something more than talent to get ahead.
Well, I had something extra, namely, the beautiful body that Nature gave to me. In all modesty, if I ever posed in the nude for a men's magazine, I would definitely be the centerfold of the year.
I've got firm, large, beautiful breasts, with soft pink nipples that men love to suck on. I've got the elegant face of a high-fashion model, and the voluptuous body of a pin-up queen.
I know I'm beautiful, and I use it. In a profession like advertising, where your colleagues will cheerfully cut your throat to get ahead, a girl has to use everything she's got just to stay in the game.
More than once, I've worked my way up the corporate ladder by sleeping with men who had the power to promote me. I once went to bed with a mannish lady executive to get a job that I really wanted.
Of course, if I didn't have the talent, I'd never get the job no matter who I laid. Because that's the way that the system works.
A few times, I've used my body to worm my way into the confidence of those more powerful than me. Sooner or later, they slip up and tell me something that I can use to my benefit.
It's not very nice, but that's the way it is. The world isn't very nice, and I'm just one small bit of it, trying to get everything I can. In other words, I'm the same as everybody else
-I look out for number one. Me.
Sometimes I don't even have to fuck anybody to get what I want. Just the implied promise of my ultimate surrender is often enough to get an executive to come across with what I want, whether it's a raise, a favor, or a promotion.
Most men are stupid. They're lousy in bed, the world's worst, but all I have to do is moan and cry and fake an orgasm, and suddenly they think they're Casanova.
What a laugh. Most of these guys are good for about five minutes worth of action in bed, ten minutes tops. Which is okay with me, because the sooner it's over, the better.
Their idea of foreplay is to squeeze my breasts. Then I'm supposed to faint with passion and spread my legs for them.
Almost all of these self-styled studs have a little wife and a couple of kids tucked away in suburbia, of course.
If you ask me, these wives are probably getting some off the local tennis pros or delivery boys. I sure hope they are, because the way that their husbands fuck, it's obvious that they won't be getting much excitement from them.
At the agency, I like to keep the men around me in a constant state of sexual excitement, which isn't hard, because they're the horniest guys you ever saw.
A couple of the lady executives are hot for me, too. Of course, they have to be more discreet, because of the old hypocritical double-standard.
Anyway, I was well-prepared to make a good impression on Matt Slade. Slade was a big man who was going places in a hurry, and I figured that if I played my cards right, I just might go there with him.
On the Monday of the meeting, I bathed and dressed with special care. Like I said, I had to look good, but not so sexy that it was unprofessional.
My hair was freshly shampooed and shining. My breasts were confined in a tight bra which lifted them and cupped them like it was offering them up for the pleasure of others.
I wore a sheer, white silk blouse. It was so sheer that anybody could see my bra right through it, and my nipples visibly pressed against the bra cups.
Over the blouse, I wore a tailored blazer. It covered me so that only a thin section of my blouse was visible between the twin flaps of the coat.
That was better, more tantalizing. I wore a tight gray skirt with a hemline which came down to the center of my knees.
The skirt had fashionable slits up the side, which gave a nice teasing view of my legs when I moved. I put on a pair of high-heeled shoes to complete the outfit.
I was pleased with my reflection in the full-length mirror in my apartment. "Let's see if you can resist this, Mr. High-and-Mighty Slade!" I said to myself.
The meeting was held at ten o'clock that morning. The department heads and the top advisors and consultants sat around a big table, waiting for Slade to arrive.
He came into the meeting room at a few seconds before ten. He strode through the doors and took his seat at the head of the table without the slightest hesitation.
He was much different from what I expected. I had seen his picture in some of the trade journals, but he was much handsomer in person.
Physically, he looked more like an oil-rig roughneck or a jet pilot than an executive. He was strong and tan and his face was a mass of square planes.
He didn't waste any time getting down to brass tacks. He sounded like a preacher giving a hellfire sermon as he ripped into the inefficiency and downright stupidity that had brought the agency to its present sad state.
I found myself nodding in agreement with him. He was making the same points that I had noticed myself. The difference was, he had the power to call the shots and back up his judgements.
His pale eyes burned like lasers as he raised hell. Some of the executives around me were pale and trembling before he was finished.
I wasn't particularly worried. I knew that my department was one of the bright spots in the bleak agency picture.
If Slade was stupid enough to fire me, that was his loss. I could take my portfolio to any other agency and get hired on the spot.
Slade concluded his talk by saying that he had been hired to kick ass, and by God, he was going to kick ass if that's what it took to get the agency back on the right track.
You could smell the fear when the meeting broke up and the executives shuffled back to their offices.
Slade spent the rest of the day meeting with the department heads in his office. He called them in one at a time. You should have seen the scared, sweating faces of them as they came out of his office!
I was scheduled to meet with him that afternoon. I was happy with the way that things were working out. I would be able to come on to Slade much stronger if we were alone.
His receptionist ushered me into his office.
His secretary was none other than Tina Bannon, which didn't surprise me in the least.
I meant that I was going to have some tough competition. Tina was the office sexpot. She was a big, creamy bitch with a mane of flame-colored hair and a sensational body.
She had the kind of figure which never goes out of style with men. You know the type. Big, big breasts in an uplift bra, wide hips in, a tight, short skirt. She was so cheap and obvious that it was really disgusting.
The only trouble was, she was the fastest typist and stenographer in the agency. When she typed, her fingers were a blur of motion flying over the keys.
I don't know, maybe the reason that I didn't like her was because we were so much a-like-sisters under the skin.
Tina gave me a little smirk as she strutted out of Slade's office. I knew that she had the same idea about Slade that I did. I wanted to slap the bitch's face.
She closed the door behind her, and I was alone with the celebrated Mr. Matthew Slade. He sat behind his desk like a pilot at the controls of a jet plane.
Slade stood up as I crossed the room. That surprised me, because you don't often see that kind of old-fashioned courtesy very often, not in this town.
I figured him for some kind of square, a savvy businessman but maybe a bit of a hick.
He was handsome, and flawlessly dressed. For an instant I was a bit unsure of myself. I wondered if Slade was the man I had been looking for all these years, a real man who knew how to handle a woman.
Then my old cynicism returned, and I mentally told myself to wise up. Slade was nobody special, just another man who would be no different from all the others that I had brought under my spell.
His voice sounded like rumbling thunder as he said, "Good afternoon, Miss Clark-or is it Ms. Clark?"
"It's Miss Clark," I said, "but why be formal? Please call me Elaine."
He said, "It's my nature to be somewhat formal, Miss Clark. And I always follow my own nature."
I smiled politely, but inwardly I was boiling mad. You son of a bitch, I said to myself, you sure cut me dead. I promised myself that I'd make him eat his words before I was finished with him.
He said, "I've been examining the work you and your department have been turning out, Miss Clark. It's good-damned good, in fact."
I knew that it was good, but that damned Slade had so unnerved me with that Miss Clark business, that I smiled in relief at his compliment. Of course, I immediately hated myself for showing that kind of weakness.
He said, "Effective use of the media is our first and best line of attack in this business. You've done some fine work, and I believe that you can do even better without having some of the other departments second-guess you all the time. In the future, I'll be coordinating your department's efforts myself."
That was good to hear. It meant that Slade and I would be working very closely. That would give me plenty of opportunities to work on him.
I crossed my legs. I did it nice and slowly, so that he could get a good look at the goodies inside. I crossed my leg so that my skirt rode way up on my thighs.
Slade said, "Would you please arrange your skirt, Miss Clark? It's rather distracting for me to see that much leg exposed outside of a beach or a bedroom."
Angrily I tugged my skirt down. I said, "Well, I never! Whatever else you may be, Mr. Slade, it's obvious that you're no gentleman!"
"No, I'm not," Slade said. "There's no room for gentlemen in this business. On the other hand, you're no lady, either."
I stood up. "Just because I'm working for you, that doesn't mean that you can insult me like that!"
Slade chuckled. "Let's clear the air, Miss Clark. You happen to be a bright and talented expert in your field. You also happen to be a damned beautiful woman."
I was glad' to hear that. It meant that he wasn't totally blind!
He continued, "However, the two have nothing to do with each other. All I want from you is your media expertise, and that's all!"
"That's all you're going to get from me, you son of a bitch!" I hissed. "And I don't care if you fire me for saying that!"
He said calmly, "I never fire anyone for telling the truth. I am a son of a bitch. That'll be all for now, Miss Clark. Try not to slam the door on your way out. Keep up the good work, and keep your legs closed."
I slammed the door on my way out.
Tina Bannon was standing by the water cooler. Three horny executives clustered around her, craning their necks so they could peek down her blouse.
Tina saw me coming. She smiled like the cat that ate the canary. She said, "He's quite a man, isn't he?"
I didn't say anything as I stalked past her. My ears burned when I heard her silvery laughter behind me.
I expected to be fired, but that didn't happen. For the next few, weeks, the agency was rocked by a whirlwind of activity as Slade brought the chaos under control.
When we worked together, which was often, he was unfailingly polite with me, which is exactly how he was with everyone else. Matt Slade wasn't the kind of man who played buddy-buddy with his employees.
I was equally polite and correct with him, but I was burning to get even with him. He acted as though I didn't exist outside of the business.
Even worse than that, I noticed that Tina Bannon was spending a lot of nights working late behind the closed door of Slade's office.
The self-satisfied smirk on Tina's face told me exactly what kind of "work" they were engaged in.
I reminded myself that every dog has his, or her, day. I've known men who started off by being cold and distant with me, but by the time that I was done with them, they were on their knees begging me with tears" in their eyes to be granted the privilege of kissing my ass.
I worked hard as hell getting our agency's media campaign in shape for the coming season. I've read that people work best under stress, and in my case it was true because I and my department turned out some of our best work ever.
I rode herd on my department, driving them beyond what they thought their limits were. I was determined to show that grinning son of a bitch Slade just how good we were!
I worked my group and myself into an exhausted frazzle, but we turned out a jewel of a campaign. It was superb, and we all knew it.
We finished late on a Friday afternoon. I took a brief outline of the entire campaign to Slade's office. I was bone-weary and burnt-out.
Most of the staff had already left the building. Even Slade's receptionist had gone home. I rapped my knuckles on his closed door.
Slade said, "Just a minute!" I leaned against the wall and waited. I was reajly tired. A few minutes went by before the door opened.
Tina Bannon came out of the door. She was straightening her hair. I noticed that two of the buttons on her blouse were undone.
Slade called to her, "Have a nice weekend, Tina."
"Thank you," she said-"I'll see you On Monday morning, Matt."
She grinned as she passed me. She said, "You look terrible, Karen! You really should go home and get some rest, honey. Those dark circles under your eyes are so unbecoming!"
"Thanks a lot," I muttered. Tina walked down the hall, swaying that ass of hers from side to side, even though there weren't any men around to enjoy the show.
I went into Slade's office. I raised an eyebrow and said, "'Matt'? Tina'? Whatever happened to that famous formality, Mr. Slade?"
He said, "Tina's not only my secretary, she's my friend. I'm never formal with my friends. You look dead on your feet, Miss Gark. I suggest that you sit down before you fall down."
I handed him the campaign outline. He took it and began to thumb through it. I slumped down into a chair. The chair was very uncomfortable. I knew for a fact that Slade had deliberately set it up that way. The office was rigged so that only he and his secretary had comfortable chairs. Everybody else would have to sit in the uncomfortable ones. It was a charming little trick of Slade's to get the psychological edge over his subordinates.
I was so tired that the chair felt good. My eyes kept closing as I watched Slade read the outline. The grim lines of his face softened as he read on.
My head nodded. I thought that I would close my eyes for a second, just to rest them. I immediately fell asleep.
I woke up with a start. Slade was standing over me, gently shaking my shoulder. I looked out the ' window and saw that the sky was black with night and the city lights were burning.
"How-how long have I been sleeping?" I asked.
"About an hour and a half," Slade said. "You looked like you could use the rest, so I didn't bother to wake you."
I said, "What do you think of the campaign?"
"To put it bluntly," Slade said, "it's brilliant."
I knew that it was, but I was glad that he had the sense to realize it, too.
He said, "It's jam-packed with innovative marketing concepts and really ingenious strategies. You and your people have done a hell of a job. You're all in line for a big bonus."
"Well ... thank you very much, Mr. Slade." I got to my feet. I was still somewhat groggy with sleep, and I stumbled.
Slade's arm whipped around my waist and caught me before I could fall. His arm felt like a bar of steel. "Easy does it, Miss Clark."
"Sorry," I mumbled. "I'm quite overtired. I'm very pleased that you like the campaign, Mr. Slade. I'll go now, unless you want to discuss the outline some more."
Slade said, "You look like you're ready to fall over, Miss Clark. I'm leaving now, myself. I'll have my chauffeur drop you at your home."
I protested that it wasn't necessary, but I didn't argue too hard. I was too exhausted to want to go out on the street and try to scare up a cab.
Slade took my arm and led me down the corridor to the elevator. We rode down in it and exited the building.
Slade's car was waiting in front. It was a long, silver-colored limousine. Slade's chauffeur, a compact, feline Oriental, opened the back door and we got in the car.
The chauffeur asked, "Where to, Boss?"
Slade gave him the name of an expensive restaurant in the midtown area. I asked him to drop me off at my apartment, but he insisted on taking me to dinner.
I didn't need much persuading. I hadn't had a decent meal in three days, just coffee and sandwiches grabbed on the run.
As the chaffeur snaked expertly through the city traffic, I told myself that apparently Matthew Slade wasn't as immune to my charms as he made out to be.
I was far from looking my best, but my worst is better than most women ever look in their lives. An idea was growing in my mind, and the more that I thought about it, the better I liked it.
I would show Mr. Matthew Slade that he wasn't as high and mighty as he thought he was!
The dinner was fabulous. The maitre'd' knew Slade well, and ushered us to the best table in the room. Slade did the ordering, and he knew fine wines the way a surgeon knows anatomy-that is, backwards and forwards, inside and out.
The cuisine was excellent, and the wines were superb. After we finished eating, we climbed into the limousine. I gave Slade my address, and the chauffeur drove uptown.
In a short time, the limousine pulled up in front of my building. I asked Slade if he would like to come inside for a while and have coffee.
Triumph burned in my veins like fire when he said yes. He gave his chauffeur instructions, then took my arm and entered the building with me.
We got off the elevator at my floor and entered my apartment. The sexual tension in the air was so thick that you could have cut it with a knife.
Of course, we were unfailingly polite and correct to each other. It was still "Mr. Slade" and "Miss Clark".
I asked him if he would prefer coffee or a drink. He opted for the drink. I fixed him a scotch and soda, then excused myself by saying that I wanted to freshen up.
I went into the bedroom and closed the door and took off my clothes. I was so excited about what I was going to do, that my hands were shaking.
I stripped naked, then put on the sexiest house dress that I owned. It was a long black gown that clung to my curves like a second skin.
The gown was sheer and silken and crackled with static electricity whenever I moved. The plunging V-neckline was cut so low that it almost exposed my nipples.
Blondes always look good in black, and this outfit was so provocative that it would have caused a monk to forsake his vow of chastity.
Quickly I touched up my face, adding just a bit of make-up. I never use too much make-up, since I feel that natural beauty is the most attractive.
I slipped my feet into a pair of open-toed, high-heeled black shoes. I touched a hint of perfume behind my ear.
Slade whistled when he saw me come out of the bedroom. He said, "Wow!"
"I hoped you'd like it," I said. Of course, I knew that he would. There wasn't a hetero-sexual male alive that wouldn't have liked what that gown did to display my perfect body.
I sat down next to Slade on the couch. My thigh brushed against his. I said, "Now, isn't this nicer than us feuding and fighting all the time?"
"You said it." Slade grinned. I laughed inwardly as I thought about how I would wipe that smile off his face in a few minutes.
Slade's arm rested casually across the top of the couch. Slowly it worked down over my shoulders. I moved even closer to him.
I said, "Why don't you kiss me?"
"That's just exactly what I was planning to do," he said.
I closed my eyes and parted my lips. He embraced me and crushed my mouth with his in a kiss that left me breathless.
His tongue probed urgently into my mouth. He caressed my breasts, and shivers ran up and down my spine.
I almost weakened and forgot my desire for revenge. Slade was a man and maybe, just maybe, he would be the one who could finally turn me on.
But my desire for revenge was even stronger than sexual desire. He had insulted me, and I would never let anyone get away with that.
Besides, I wasn't worried about being fired. I had made a copy of everything I and my staff had done for the fall campaign. Any agency in town would jump at the chance to hire me.
So, foolish girl that I was, I went ahead with my ill-considered plan.
I rubbed Slade's groin. His cock was hard and ready, and I could feel the stiffness of it bulging in the crotch of his pants. Slade rubbed my thigh.
I broke the clinch and moved away from him. Slade's eyes narrowed. I said, "I think you'd better leave now." He said, "Are you kidding?" I said, "Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not going to jump into bed with you!"
CHAPTER THREE
He stood up. The front of his trousers bulged out like he had a lead pipe hidden in the crotch of them. He glared at me for a silent minute.
Then he laughed. "So that's your game, eh? Congratulations. Not only are you an expert at your job, but you're an expert cock teaser as well!"
"Tsk, tsk," I said, "such language."
"You win this round, but the game isn't over yet, Karen."
"That's Miss Clark to you, Mister Slade," I gloated. "Only my friends call me Karen."
"I can think of a few other things to call you, but I'm sure that you've heard them all before."
"Yes, but never from a gentleman. Of course, that shouldn't stop you," I said.
"Name-calling isn't my style, Karen," he said. "I prefer action to words." '. "Well, you're not going to get any action here, so you can get your coat and hit the street," I said. "And don't call me Karen!"
I was irked. I had been expecting him to lose his cool and explode in a temper tantrum, but it just wasn't working out the way that I planned.
That Slade was one cool customer. I could see how he had emerged victorious from so many proxy fights and boardroom battles. He didn't rattle easily.
In fact, things were working out exactly the reverse of the way they were supposed to. That mocking grin of his was making me madder and madder.
I said spitefully, "If you hurry, you should be able to catch Tina Bannon. She's probably waiting for you to call-unless she's working the bars to pick up a little extra money!"
Slade shook his head. "You disappoint me, Karen. No class, that's your problem. Pity. I'm sure that there's a very nice girl buried somewhere inside you."
I said, "There's the door. Try not to slam it on your way out, Mr. Slade."
He said, "You know what your problem is, Karen? You're a spoiled brat with the emotional maturity of a ten-year old."
"Spare me the amateur analysis," I said.
"You probably would have turned out all right if your folks had taken you over their knees and spanked you whenever you acted up."
Slade paused for a second. "Come to think of it, it's never too late to straighten out a naughty, foul-mouthed brat."
Smiling grimly, he started toward me. I backed up, saying, "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"I'm going to give you something you've been needing for a long time," he said. "A spanking!"
"Don't be ridiculous," I sneered. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Famous last words," he chuckled. He grabbed my wrist. I tried to pull my arm free, but he had a grip of steel.
I said, "I warn you, if you don't let go of me right this instant, I'll scream!"
Moving with lightning-like speed, he twisted my arm behind my back. I was more shocked than hurt. I sucked in a deep breath so that I could scream.
,Before I could make a sound, his hand clamped over my mouth. My piercing shriek was blotted out and transformed into a muffled sound that you couldn't have heard in the next room.
I struggled like a crazy woman, but he handled me as easily as if I was a rag doll. The strength of his arms was unbelievable.
My outraged cries were weak and garbled by his broad hand as he half-carried, half-dragged me across the room.
He held me from behind, so that I couldn't twist around. I tried to step on his feet, but he was too nimble and quick for me.
Too late, I thought of going limp so that he would have to carry my dead weight. By the time I thought of it, he already had me at the couch.
He sat down on the couch and pulled me across his lap. I couldn't believe it, but it was true. He was really going to spank me!
But not without a fight. I did some fast thinking. He couldn't hold his hand over my mouth, hold my arms, and spank me all at the same time.
When he let me go, I would let out a scream that would shake the walls. That ought to slow him down!
The only trouble was, he was thinking faster than I was. He pushed me off his lap so that I was lying face down on the cushions of the couch.
He removed his hand from my mouth. Before I could scream, he pushed my face into a velvet cushion. My scream was cut off before it could get started.
He moved my arms to my sides, then climbed up on my back and straddled me so that my arms were helplessly pinned!
He said, "I'm going to let you up for some air, Karen, but as soon as you yell, you're going right back down again!"
He did just that. As soon as my face was lifted from the cushions, I filled my lungs with air and shouted, "Help-umpfff!"
He pushed me down before I could get a word out. He said, "I see that I'll have to gag you, Karen, which will be pleasure since it will shut off that nasty mouth of yours for a while."
He placed his open hand on my back and pressed down and stood up. I struggled as hard as I could, but his one hand was able to effortlessly pin me flat on the couch.
My muffled shrieks of outrage became even more agitated as I felt him lifting the hem of my robe.
He lifted it all the way up to my waist while I struggled futilely. He took hold of my panties and pulled them down my legs and off my ankles.
Now, my nude body was exposed from the waist down. As I struggled helplessly my brain seethed with a thousand images of dreadful revenge.
Slade took both of my hands and held them behind my back with his one hand. I was free to kick and thrash my legs, but it didn't do me a bit of good.
Slade was a clever devil. He kept lifting my head so that I could breathe, but pushing it down so that I couldn't yell.
Occasionally, I managed to get out one or two cries, but they didn't do me any good. Ironically, I had soundproofed my apartment so that I wouldn't have to listen to my neighbors, and so I could play my stereo as loud as I liked. Slade lifted my head. When I opened my mouth, he stuffed my wadded-up panties inside it!
Not only was it incredibly humiliating, but it was a most effective gag, too. Then, so I couldn't work it free of my mouth, he took off his necktie and slipped it between my jaws so that the gag would be firmly held in place!
Quick as a flash, Slade knotted the necktie at the back of my head. I was effectively silenced, and now he had both his hands free.
He hooked his arm under my belly and lifted me clear of the couch. I was starting to get the idea that I had chosen the wrong man to tangle with!
His one arm held my hundred-and-ten pounds of weight without straining. I was jackknifed like a sack of flour draped over his arm.
He sat down and pulled me over his lap. His hand encircled both my wrists behind my back, holding them together. I could no more break free of his grip than I could have flown to the moon.
I was amazed that he didn't rape me right on the spot, which he could have easily done. But no, this madman was determined to spank me!
His free hand lifted the hem of my robe and pinned it under my wrists. He said, "That beautiful bottom of yours is crying out for a spanking, Karen, and I'm just the man to give it to you!"
And he was, too. Without warning, his open palm smacked down on my buttocks. My flesh felt numb for an instant, then burned like fire.
"That's one," he said. "If there was ever a spoiled brat in need of a good, old-fashioned spanking, it's you!"
I wriggled on his lap, trying to escape. My frantic efforts bought me exactly nothing. The second spank landed square on target, and hurt even worse than the first one.
Even worse than the pain was the unbelievable humiliation I was suffering. For a grown career woman like myself to be casually overpowered and spanked like a little child was just totally devastating.
Slade planted the next spank on my bottom with deadly accuracy. It sounded as loud as a firecracker exploding. "That's three," he said.
I called him every kind of dirty name in the book, but the panty gag transformed my curses into unintelligible sounds.
The next spank hit me. I squeezed my eyes shut and tears dripped out. Slade was a strong man with a heavy hand. He said, "That's four."
I had never been spanked in my life. My parents didn't believe in corporal punishment. Unfortunately for me, Matt Slade did.
Now I knew why spanking was such a time-tested means of discipline. It hurt! And, even worse than the hurt was the humiliation of having your bottom bared for the convenience and amusement of the person who was spanking you.
After the fifth spank, tears rolled down my cheeks. I wanted to beg Slade to stop, to have mercy on me, but the gag prevented that.
My bottom felt like someone had touched a hot skillet to it. The heat from my spanked buttocks radiated through my trembling body.
The next time the hitting, hurting hand came down, I didn't even try to escape. Struggling was useless, so why bother?
My shoulders heaved from sobbing, but otherwise I was motionless as I lay on Slade's lap. I was. too broken to resist.
While I had been struggling more actively, my breast had worked loose from my gown, and was now bare and pressing against the velvet cushions.
The seventh spank came, and was quickly followed by the eighth. The heat from my bottom seemed to have spread into my pussy.
There was something voluptuously exciting about giving up the struggle. I couldn't do a thing about my spanking, so why not take it and get it over with? Maybe Slade would stop sooner if I didn't give him any trouble.
The ninth spank wasn't as forceful as the rest, and the tenth one hardly stung at all.
Slade said, "That makes it ten spanks in all, Karen, which is just about, your emotional age.
He patted my blazing bottom. "And that makes it one to grow on. I hope you've learned a lesson from this, but somehow I doubt that you will. Your kind rarely does."
He pulled down my robe and covered my body. Even the feeling of the sheer fabric against my flesh sent pain rippling through me.
He said, "I'm sure you're sensible enough not to press the issue, Karen. If you claim that I forced you, I'll claim that you begged me to do it. It'll be your word against mine, and you can guess who the police will believe."
He slid out from under me and released my hands. I sobbed like a broken little girl, but didn't move apart from that.
He said, "Well, thanks for a delightful evening, Karen, although I'm sure that you didn't plan it to work out that way."
He patted my bottom. "I'll expect to see you at work bright and early on Monday morning, unless you're foolish enough to quit over this. I hope that you won't, because you're damned intelligent and competent when you're not playing the prima donna. I'd like you to stay on my team, but if you don't want to, that's your choice."
He picked up his coat. "You needn't show me-out. I'll be able to make my way downstairs. And don't worry-I won't slam the dOor on my way out. Good night, Miss Clark."
He reached for the door knob. I came to a decision. I pulled down the necktie and yanked the panties out of my mouth.
He was almost out the door when I cried, "Wait! Please!"
He paused, and stared skeptically at me. He said, "I hope you aren't going to make an unpleasant scene, Miss Clark."
I stood up. I realized that my breast was still dangling free of my robe. He grinned when he saw it. I didn't even try to put it back in.
I raced to the door. My bottom hurt with each step that I took. I thought he was going to leave, so I called out, "Wait, please! Don't go!"
He stayed where he was. I stopped at the door, and "stayed behind it so that only my head was sticking out. I had enough common sense to know that it wouldn't be too smart to have my neighbors see me with my face wet with tears and my bare breast hanging out of my gown.
I said, "Please, please, come back in, Mr. Slade! Please! I-i have to tell you something!"
Slade said, "I warn you, if you've got some clever little idea about entrapping me and then crying rape, don't bother. My lawyers will rip your credibility to shreds in court."
I could see that he wasn't going to stay, that he was ready to start walking to the elevator.
So I said, "Don't tell me that you're afraid to come back in?!"
He grinned. "I guess I'm supposed to rise to the bait and say that no, of course I'm not afraid. Well, as a matter-of-fact, I'm not."
He stepped back inside, but he left the door partially open. He said, "Well, Miss Qark, did you have something to say to me?"
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. "Please-don't leave."
"That's a rather sudden change of heart, Miss Qark," he scoffed.
I said, "I acted like a little bitch, and I deserved what you gave me. I'm sorry for what I did, and I would really like you to stay."
"What are you trying to say?"
"I'm saying that I apologize, and that I want you to give me another chance," I said. "Please stay."
"Maybe some other time," he said. He turned toward the door.
I knew that drastic measures were called for, and I took them. I pulled my robe up to my waist. That stopped Slade in his tracks.
As cool and controlled as he was, he couldn't help but be a bit startled by my action. I took his hand and guided it between my legs.
"Feel me," I said. "I'm all wet inside and it's from what you did. I want you. I want you to cany me into my bedroom and tear my clothes off and rape me. I want you to fuck me. What do you want me to do, beg for it?"
"Yes," he said, "that would be nice for starters."
He kicked my front door shut. I knew that what I was doing was crazy, but sometimes you have throw caution to the winds and follow your instincts.
"All right," I said, "I'm begging you to stay. Throw me down and fuck me right here on the floor if you like, but please don't leave!"
He slid his finger deeper into my pussy. I was so wet and dripping that it slid in without any trouble at all.
He said, "Either you're the most convincing actress I've ever seen, or else you actually mean what you say."
"I am a convincing actress," I said. "I'm an excellent liar and a schemer and a betrayer. I'm no damn good at all. I'm a first-class bitch and I deserve to be punished. Beat me, hurt me, make me suffer. You're strong. You're the man that I've been looking for all my life. Take me."
Slade took his finger out of my cunt. It was shining with my pussy juices. He held it up to my face and said, "Suck it."
Gazing into his amused eyes, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his finger and sucked on it. I had never gone down on a man, or a woman, but I'd had it done to me many times. I sucked on Slade's finger like it was his cock.
His eyes narrowed as he watched me work out. After a minute, he said, "That's enough. Stop." He removed his finger.
He said, "Take off your gown."
Without the slightest hesitation, I peeled off the gown and stood naked before him. I didn't make the slightest move to cover myself.
He told me to turn around. I obeyed. I flinched as he touched my sore bottom, but then I recovered and didn't move while he fondled my buttocks.
"You should see how red your bottom is," he chuckled. "If you have a few mirrors around here, I'll show it to you-later. It looks like that spanking I gave you did more good than I thought."
"I hated you for doing it, at first," I confessed. "Nobody ever did anything like that to me in my entire life."
"That's your problem," he said.
I said, "I know. I realized that while you were spanking me. I need you. I don't need any promises or committments from you, or any bullshit like that. Do what you want to me, whatever it is. The only thing that I couldn't endure is if you walked out of here and never touched me again."
He moved closer to me. His breath tickled the tiny hairs on the back of my neck. His groin pressed against my buttocks.
He said, "You're making a big committment yourself, you know. I wonder if you know what you're letting yourself in for?"
"Show me," I said.
He reached in front of me and cupped my breasts in his strong hands. He pressed his palms against my nipples, which hardened as he did so.
He said, "I only spanked you ten times. Suppose I wanted to spank you fifty, or a hundred times? And not with my hand, but with the flat of a hair brush, or even with a leather strap?"
I shivered just from thinking about it, but I said, "If that's what you want, then that's what I want."
"That's easy to say, but not so easy to endure."
I said, "If I can't stand it, you can tie me up and gag me so that I can't't get away."
"You're taking a big risk," he said. "You don't really" know anything about my private life, or what my desires are. I might make you do things that you'd think are perverted."
"I don't care," I said. "I've never gone down on a man, and I've never been fucked in my bottom I know that it's hard to believe, but it's true."
"That's for sure," he chuckled.
"All the same, I'm not lying. I can't prove that I've never given head, of course, but you can probably tell by examing my behind that I'm cherry there," I said.
He said, "I know one way to find out for sure."
I said, "I have a virgin mouth and a virgin ass. I give them both to you. Take them tonight."
He let go of one of my breasts and reached for my pussy. The veins stood out on the back of his hand like thick wires.
As strong as he was, his touch was gentle and thrilling as he rubbed my pussy and searched out my clitoris. My knees felt weak as he stroked my clitoris. He said, "You talk a good game, but talk's cheap."
"Take me to bed and find out for yourself."
"It might amuse me to give you to some of my friends," he said. "Men and women. I'd watch them fuck you. Could you handle that kind of action?"
"I don't know," I said honestly. "But I'll do my best to be what you want me to be, and to do whatever you want me to do."
He released me, and told me to turn around and face him.
I waited to hear what he would say.
"You're a little bitch, Karen," he said, "but you won't be the first little bitch that I've tamed and brought to heel. I'm not making any promises, but I will stay with you tonight. In the morning, if you've pleased me, we can discuss a more permanent arrangement."
I said, "I'm so happy that I could cry."
"Don't," he said. "You'll shed more than enough tears before I'm done with you."
I said, "I-I know that this might sound silly, but what shall I call you?"
"Master," he said. "Call me master."
"Yes, Master." I bowed my head in humble submission. "Thank you, Master."
He swept me off my feet and scooped me up in his arms. I clung to his broad shoulders as he carried me into the bedroom.
He threw me on the bed. I looked up at him. I was afraid and excited at the same time.
He said, "You made a lot of big promises, Karen. Let's see how many of them you can keep."
He took off his clothes.
CHAPTER FOUR
Slade was built like a Greek god. He had broad shoulders, strong arms, narrow waist, slim hips. The hair on his chest was so thick that it was like fur.
Below the waist he had some impressive equipment. His cock was long and thick, and his balls were full and heavy. . Of course, what would really matter was how well Slade used what he had. Somehow I wasn't too worried that he wouldn't be able to deliver.
Slade said, "Get up, and stand in front of the mirror."
There was a full-length mirror on one of the bedroom walls. I got off the bed and walked over to the mirror and stood facing it.
Slade came up behind me. His groin pressed against my naked ass. I could feel his cock hardening as it rested in the cleft of my buttocks.
Slade said, "I want you to show me how you masturbate. And, I want you to watch yourself while you do it. Go ahead."
I placed my hand on my breast. I placed it so that my nipple was between two of my fingers. I squeezed my nipple and it got hard.
I reached down between my legs. I slipped my finger between my pussy lips and started stroking my clitoris. I was wet and dripping already.
In the mirror, my reflection had one hand on her breast and one in her pussy. It was strange. I felt like I was watching a movie.
Over my shoulder I could see Slade's face, watching me closely. I kept on rubbing my clitoris and pinching my nipple.
Slade said, "You love it."
"Yes, I do," I said.
"Tell me what you think about when you masturbate," he said. "Tell me what you fantasize about when you're turning yourself on."
"There's always a stranger," I began, "a man. I never see his face, because it's always in the shadows. But he's strong, and big."
Slade's cock was hard against the yielding softness of my bottom. I kept on rubbing my pussy and breast, sending waves of heat through me.
I said, "It happens in different places. Sometimes it's right here in my bedroom. Other times, it's in an elevator, or a deserted office. It's 'always where we can't be interrupted."
My ass still hurt from the spanking that Slade had given me. Little flashes of pain shot through it as Slade rubbed his cock against the tender flesh. , He said, "This man-what does he do to you? What does he make you do?"
"He forces me," I said. "I try to resist, but he's too strong for me, and quickly overpowers me. He tears my clothes off and strips me naked."
"And then?"
"He rapes me," I said. "He pulls down his pants. He has a big, hard cock. Sometimes he ties me up and gags me. Sometimes he just holds my hands so I'm as helpless as a little girl."
The fantasy was becoming real me to me as I excited myself. My nipples throbbed. My. fingers rubbed my pussy faster and faster.
Slade said, 'Tell me what he does to you."
I said, "He treats me like what I am-a whore. He kisses my breasts while I cry and moan. He eats my pussy until I'm crying from the pleasure of it. Then he holds my legs open, and shoves that big hard cock into me and fucks me until I can't stand it anymore."
The last words that I said came out in a kind of breathless whisper. It was hard to talk anymore, because of the way that I felt.
It was hard to talk when all I could think of was rubbing my clitoris and how good it was making me feel. My breasts jiggled as I breathed faster and faster.
Slade said, "I have something to tell you. That man that you were talking about, the man of your dreams?"
"Yes?" I murmured.
"I am that man," Slade said. Suddenly he grasped me roughly by the arms, spun me around, and threw me down on my back on the bed.
He told me not to get up. He added, "Don't stop playing with yourself. Keep your fingers in your pussy."
I did as he said. I looked up at the ceiling.
My hand rubbed my clitoris like it was some kind of automatic sex machine.
Slade went through my dresser drawers and took out some items. I couldn't see what they were. In a minute, he came over to me.
He said, "Turn over on your stomach and put your hands behind your back."
I was sorry to have to stop masturbating, but I was afraid not to obey him. I got on my stomach. He held my hands together so that the wrists were crossed.
He used a pair of twisted pantyhose to serve as a binder to tie my hands together. My pussy pulsated with heat.
Slade said, "I hate pantyhose. I don't ever want you to wear them again. Instead, I want you to dress in old-fashioned garters and stockings from now on."
I said, "I'll throw all my pantyhose away. I'll get the stockings and garters first thing tomorrow."
"Good." He finished knotting the knot, then gave it an extra tug to make sure that it was tightly and securely tied. It was.
He helped me to get up off my stomach and on to the floor. I was shaking and my knees were weak front thinking what he was going to do to me. ' ":
He said, "You never went down on a man, or so you say. Is that true, or more of your bullshit?"
"I swear that it's true," I said. "I wouldn't lie to you."
"But you've had men go down on you?"
"Yes," I admitted. "You liked it." I said, "I loved it."
He said, "Ever gone down on a woman?"
"Never."
"But you've had women go down on you, haven't you?"
I hesitated. Slade snapped, "Don't pause so you'll have time to think of a lie. Tell the truth. You've had women eat your little pussy, haven't you?"
"Yes," I said. My voice was low and husky, almost a whisper. I couldn't look Slade in the "ace as I admitted my desires.
"So," Slade said, "you think that it's fine for. others to go down on you, but you won't do it in return for them. You're quite a selfish bitch. You should be punished for that."
His face turned cold and cruel. "There's a brush on top of your dresser. Go and get it and bring it to me."
I asked him, "My hands are tied. How can I carry it?"
"In your teeth, bitch," he said. "You'd beter get used to doing things with your mouth, Karen. You'll be getting a lot of practice."
My brush was on top of the dresser, as he had said. I had to push it against my jewel box with my order to keep it from sliding away.
It took a long time, with a lot of false starts when I dropped the brush, but I finally got it secured between my teeth.
I returned to Slade. He was sitting on the bed. He told me to kneel down in front of him. It was hard to get to my knees without losing my balance, but I managed to do it.
I knelt on the carpet in front of Slade like-a faithful dog carrying its master's slipper. Slade took the brush out of my mouth.
The wooden handle of the brush was wet with my saliva. Slade rubbed it clean against my face.
He said, "I want you to beg me to punish you for being such a greedy, self-centered bitch."
I said, "Master, you're right. I am a bitch, a greedy slut. Please hurt me for being the way I am. I want you to hurt me."
Slade helped me get to my feet. He fondled my breasts, making me hot and lightheaded. His erect cock brushed against my hip.
He made me kneel on the bed. My head was facing his cock. His member was aimed like a missile at my mouth. My hair hung down over my breasts.
He said, "I assume that you're not so ignorant that you don't know how to suck off a man. Or do you need instruction in that, too?"
I said, "I think that I can do it, Master."
He said, "Remember, if you tighten down on your teeth by even the slightest bit, I'll knock you out cold. Keep my cock in your mouth no matter what."
He gripped his shaft in his hand. The swollen head of it was wide and mushroom shaped. He said, "Get down on it, bitch. Suck it."
I licked my lips so that they were wet and gleaming. My hands were tied nice and tight. In a strange way, that made everything easier for me.
It meant that I was Slade's captive, that my will and my body didn't belong to me anymore. They belonged to him, my master.
That made it all right for me to serve him in any way that he wanted. It felt good not to have to control my bed partner. I usually controlled all the men that I fucked, and told them what to do. and how I wanted it done.
I had lost the virginity of my pussy when I was fifteen years old. One , of my friend's father had done it to me.
He was a middle-aged man with a wife and three children, but that didn't stop him from putting his hand on my knee on that hot summer day he had driven me home from the country club when I was fifteen.
I had spread my legs and put his hand into my panties. He pulled on to a deserted side road and we got into the back seat.
Down came my panties, and down came his pants. He had stuck his cock in me and fucked me in the sweltering heat of the car that afternoon.
Later, of course, I got him to buy me all kinds of presents: a stereo, records, clothes, and cosmetics. He was the first, but not the last to pay in one way or another for the privilege of enjoying my body.
That was how my pussy was deflowered. But I had scrupulously kept the virginity of my mouth ever since then.
Slade said harshly, "What are you waiting for? Get down on my cock, slut!" He smacked the flat of the hair brush against my bottom so hard that I cried out in pain.
My mouth was wide open as I cried out. Slade grabbed my hair and stuffed his cock into my mouth. He said, "Suck it!"
It wasn't like what I was expecting. There was no real taste to his cock. It was like sucking on a finger or a breast.
But it felt good in my mouth. It fit it like a finger fits a glove. It was hot and stiff yet somehow yielding.
I felt the need to suck. The cock head pressed against my tongue. The shaft came out of my mouth and ended at Slade's groin.
I ran my tongue over the cock head, exploring the shape of it. It was like sucking a flesh lollipop. I started to slurp and suck.
My pussy was wetter than ever and my nipples cried out for attention. I wished that I could suck and be fucked at the same time.
I made loud liquid sounds as I worked out on my master's cock. He told me what to do. Every now and then he would say something like, "Harder, now," or "Put some more tongue into it," or, simply, "Faster, bitch."
I was glad that I had never done this with anyone before. I was glad that I had saved my first time for a man like Slade.
I'm a quick study, and I must say that I think I picked up the basic fundamentals of the art of cocksucking without much trouble.
I know that after a while, when I looked up from what I was doing, I saw that there was a small smile of pleasure on Slade's face. His eyes remained cold, however.
Once I was going good, Slade began to spank me lightly on the behind with the brush. He did it hard enough to sting, but not really hard enough to hurt me too much.
My bottom was already red, and this treatment made it even warmer. My head bobbed back and forth as I sucked my new master's cock.
"You do this rather well, Karen," Slade said. "You lack finesse, but that will come to you in time. You'll have plenty of practice, and practice makes perfect."
I was thrilled to hear that, because it meant that I was pleasing him. It felt really strange for me to be worrying about a man's pleasure, instead of my own.
That only went to show how powerfully Slade had captured my mind and will when he had overpowered me and spanked me.
Every now and then, he would pinch my nipple and twist it. The pain of it was sweet, and only made me hotter and hornier.
Slade breathed faster and faster. His cock throbbed like a tiny beating heart inside my mouth. Saliva dribbled down my chin.
Slade grunted, "When I come, you must swallow it. If you can't do a simple thing like that, then you'll never be any use to me."
I couldn't tell him that I would do what he commanded, because my mouth was full and I couldn't talk. But I was determined to do what he had said.
The stinging swats came faster and faster on my bottom. They beat fire into the soft, rounded cheeks. My ass wiggled as he beat it.
His balls were hairy and swollen. His cock felt like it had gotten larger since I had taken it into my mouth. I knew that he would come soon.
He guided his cock so that the head of it rubbed against the soft roof of my mouth. I lifted my tongue and rubbed it against the tiny swelling of flesh on the underside of his cock head.
Suddenly his body stiffened. He dropped the brush and held my head in his hands so that I was in position for him.
His cock quivered. It jerked in my mouth. A glob of oily liquid spurted from the tip of his cock and splased inside my mouth.
I shuddered, and almost lost it, but I was too afraid of displeasing my master to gag and spit up. Instead, I swallowed my revulsion and his come.
My jaw and throat muscles worked as I gulped the come. It wasn't on my tongue long enough for me to taste it.
It really didn't taste like anything else, it just tasted like itself. Pussy is the same there's nothing that tastes like pussy except pussy.
Of course, at that time I didn't know what pussy tasted like. Later, Slade made sure that I found out.
His cock jerked and throbbed a few more times. With each spasm another glob of semen, not as large as the one before it, went down my throat.
Then it was over. I was crying, but I didn't know why. Through my blurred tears I saw that the hard lines of Slade's face had momentarily softened.
Slade patted my head and smoothed my long, blonde hair. He kept his cock in my mouth, even after he had stopped coming.
I was happy to have something in my mouth. I wanted to have all the holes in my body filled at the same time, my pussy, my mouth, my bottom.
Finally, Slade took his cock out of my mouth. His shaft slid into view as it exited my wet lips. His cock had thick blue veins and it was oiled and gleaming with semen and saliva.
He looked down at me. I swallowed the last traces of his come, gulping heavily. I said, "May I ask you a question, master?"
He gave me permission to do so. I asked shyly, "Did I-did I please you, Master?"
"Passably well," he said. "You need experience, but I like your enthusiasm. Anyway, you did not displease me."
I was happy to hear that. "I'm glad that I saved myself for you, Master. I'm glad that you were the first to fuck my mouth."
"I was the first," he said, "but I won't be the last. Not if I accept you into my slave service."
"I want to be your slave more than anything else in the-world," I said sincerely. "What must I do to qualify?"
"Anything and everything that I tell you to do, no matter how bizarre or perverted you might think it is," Slade said.
I said, "Nothing that I would do to please you would ever seem perverted to me, Master."
"You learn fast," he said, "and that's good. But you still have a long, long road to travel before you earn the right to call yourself my slave."
He untied the binder holding my hands together. He dropped the twisted pantyhose to the floor. I rubbed my wrists to restore my circulation.
He said, "Since you're doing such a fine job with that mouth of yours, I think that we'll still keep it working for a while longer yet."
He turned his back to me. "Kiss my ass, bitch, as a sign of your submission. That's something else you'll have to do many, many times if I decide to take you as a slave."
His buttocks were firm and rounded and white. I pressed my lips against his warm bottom flesh. I tingled inside from the thrill of the forbidden kiss: I've had men kiss my ass, but before I met Slade, I would have cut my throat before I would have kissed the ass of a man.
Now, I would have cut my throat if Slade rejected me.
He said, "Lick it. Lick the cheeks, and don't stop licking until I tell you to."
I stuck out my tongue and laid it on to his curved buttocks. A tremor of pleasure rippled through the big man's body.
As I tongued him, I rubbed my face against his saliva-moistened cheeks. I loved rubbing my face against the smooth flesh of his bottom.
My face was wet with my saliva. I could have laughed when I thought of how carefully I had applied my make-up that morning.
I realized that I must look a mess. My make-up was smeared, my hair was disheveled, my bottom was bright red, and my body dripped with sweat. But that's how Slade wanted me. Much later, when I was his full-fl-edged slave, he told me that he liked to make me all hot and sweaty and funky, because it helped break down my personality and my resistance.
But I didn't know that at the time. All I knew was that I was licking a man's bottom, and loving it.
Slade reached behind him and parted his buttock cheeks. His crack was hairy and I could see the ring of his asshole.
He said, "Stick your nose in here and lick it good, bitch."
I ran my tongue along the crack of his buttocks. My hair rubbed against his cheeks and the backs of his hairy thighs.
He said, "Rim it. You know what that is, don't you?" I didn't answer him with words, I answered him with actions.
I circled his anus with the tip of my tongue. I heard Slade take a deep breath. He said, "I like that. Don't stop."
I didn't. Instead, I placed the tip of my tongue so that it rested against his asshole. I waited to see how he would react!
He said, "That's good. Stick your .tongue inside me, nice' and deep, deep. Ah; that's good. That's the way, yes it is."
My tongue probed inside his tight brown ring. His bottom cheeks pressed against my face. My tongue penetrated his bottom and thrust in and out of it like I was fucking him with it.
He enjoyed it, and I loved giving pleasure to him. I Would have done it all night long if he had wanted it, but he had other ideas in mind.
He pulled away from me so quickly that I was left with my tongue still hanging out of my mouth. He turned around to face me.
His cock was stiff and hard once more. It rubbed against my face when Slade turned around. I went to take it in my mouth, but he kept it away from me.
"Maybe I'll let you suck it some more later, but not now, bitch," he said. "There's still a whole lot of you that I haven't tasted yet."
He told me to he down on the bed on my back. When I had done so, he climbed on the bed and straddled me.
His thighs rubbed against mine, and his hot cock rested against my flat belly. He used the pantyhose to tie my hands in front of me, then he lifted them over my head so that they were out of the way.
He stuck his fingers into my pussy. He said, "So this is the famous cunt that all the men in the office are dying to get a piece of. I wonder what they'd say if they could see you the way you are now?"
He massaged my clitoris. His touch was soft and gentle, but I was so hot by this time that even the slightest touch made me writhe with pleasure.
He said, "Hmmmm, now there's an idea for an employee incentive plan. Instead of giving a cash bonus, I could permit them to fuck you. That would really give those executives an incentive to produce. Well, bitch, how does that idea strike you?"
I said, "Make me your whore. I'll fuck whoever you want me to."
"Not so fast," he said. "Before I give you out to my friends and colleagues, I'll have to see if you're any good."
He pushed open my thighs with his knees. He took hold of my ankles and spread my legs wide apart so that my pussy was open to him.
I loved the feeling of being roughly handled in bed with my hands bound. I felt like I was a slave already. I wished that Slade would lock me away in a room without any clothes on and keep me as his whore and punish me when I was a bad girl.
Slade's cock dangled from his hips so that the purple head of it was poised, only inches from my pussy.
I was almost in tears as I begged, "Fuck me, please, fuck me! Make me your whore, your slave!"
The tip of his cock rested against my pussy. It felt hard as a diamond. Blue veins pulsed on the white shaft.
He took hold Of his cock and guided it inside me. The broad head of his cock pushed apart my gleaming pussy lips, exposing the pink inside me.
I trembled as his cock head lodged inside me. I was hot and dripping, but very tight. Slade lowered his upper body on mine.
His muscular chest pressed against my breasts, flattening them. The thickly matted hair covering his pectorals rubbed against my nipples, irritating them and sending tingling currents through them.
His face was right next to mine. I felt that it would be presumptuous of me to look at him, so I closed my eyes.
He pushed his hips forward, causing his cock to enter me and penetrate me. I moaned from the supreme pleasure of it.
His throbbing member stroked the hot, wet velvet of my pussy. Slade was big and filled me. His cock head went deep in me and pushed at the mouth of my womb.
He grunted, "I can see why all the executives want to fuck you, bitch. You've got a fine, tight pussy. It was made for someone like me."
He began to pump his hips back and forth. I moaned as he did so. His cock kept sliding into me, making me hotter with every thrust.
He caressed my hips and thighs. He reached up and fondled my trembling breasts. I made high, gasping sounds of delight.
He moved faster and faster. Our legs intertwined. His hairy thighs rubbed against my smooth, hairless ones.
I felt like I was riding on a merry-go-round that kept going faster and faster and faster, making me dizzier and fainter with each passing second.
It was warm in my bedroom, and soon our bodies were slick with sweat. The sweat was good. It made our flesh glide against each other. It, made me feel more like an animal that lived only to fuck and be fucked.
There was a slapping sound caused by his hips and belly thudding into mine as he drove those long, deep strokes into me.
Sweat dripped into eyes and I squeezed them shut even tighter. I felt like I was sailing off into orbit and out of touch with the real world.
The binder holding my tied hands together served as a kind of anchor which kept me from completely flying away out of control.
It served to remind me that I was under control, that I was being dominanted by the strong and sure hand of my master.
My bed had seen plenty of action in the past, but nothing like this. I thought of all the nights that I had spent lying on my back with my legs spread, waiting for some executive to finish humping me so I could send him home and bring myself to orgasm with my fingers when he had gone.
I wasn't in that world any longer. My life had taken a sudden and dramtic new direction. I prayed that I would more nights with Slade than just this one.
He fastened his lips on my erect nipple and sucked it. I gasped and shivered.' His cock continued to hammer inside me.
He would withdraw, pulling back his hips so that his cock glided out of my cunt until only the head of it was still inside me.
I would give a little shriek, fearing that he would come loose from me and that that big cock would no longer be attached.
Then, Slade would thrust forward, burying his heated member inside me, making me feel like I was going to faint.
The sheet underneath me was tangled and sweat-drenched. It stuck to my buttocks. I pumped my hips as fast as I could, like I was riding a galloping stallion.
Actually, the galloping stallion was riding me. Slade held my bound hands pinned down over my head. My arms pressed against my cheeks.
My moans became louder and louder, and steadily more frenzied. Slade sounded like a bellows as his heaving chest and lungs sucked in air.
I felt like I was balanced on a high wire, and that I could go over at any time. There was an incredible tightness in my belly.
Slade reached under me and cupped my buttocks in his strong hands. This gave him even more control over my body and movements.
I was babbling things that didn't make any sense. They were just words and phrases without meanings that came pouring out of me in my excitement.
Slade squeezed my buttocks as he thrust his cock home into me. That was the last push that I needed to knock me off that high wire and tumble me down into an orgasm.
I had never gotten an orgasm from straight fucking, although I was an expert at faking orgasms so that the guy who was laying me would feel like a real stud.
Now, there was no need for tricks or fakery. I was gone. I started to shriek in ecstasy as I writhed in convulsions of pleasure.
Slade stifled me by crushing my mouth with his and kissing me. I kissed him back as passionately as I could. My hips slapped against his with heated frenzy.
The orgasm hit me. My stomach felt like it was being put through a wringer. There was a fireball in my pussy that set off an inferno of ecstasy in my body.
Slade held my wriggling hips. Come gushed out of his cock, spurting over the hot walls of my pussy, soothing them and cooling them like foam poured on a fire.
My eyes rolled up into my head so that only the whites of them showed. Then a heat wave rolled over me and washed me away.
My tensed muscles relaxed, and I fell back and collapsed, all my strength gone. I lay like someone in a coma, my only motion the rise and fall of my chest as I gulped in great breaths of air.
Slade let out a shivering sigh, then slumped down on my. He put his arms around me and held me as we both bathed in the afterglow of sex.
I don't know how long we lay there. I think I fell asleep. I know that the feeling of having my hands tied made me feel all safe and secure.
Slowly our accelerated breathing and heartbeats returned to a normal rate. I felt like I was floating on a sea of pleasure.
Time went by. Slade lay on top of me, in me. I liked that. I was glad that he wasn't a hit-and-run artist, the kind of guy who pulls out of you as soon as he comes.
Sometime later, he must have pulled out of me, because I stirred in my sleep. He caressed my thighs and murmured soothing words, and I soon dropped off to sleep again.
The next time that I woke up, I knew that a long time had gone by. I suddenly came awake as I realized that I was alone in bed.
Slade was gone! I looked at the gleaming dial of the clock on my night table. The time was almost three o'clock.
I rolled out of bed in a panic. I ran for the living room. I heard the sound of music coming from inside there.
I stopped when I came to the living room. I blinked in the sudden light, then sagged in relief against the wall.
Slade hadn't gone. He was sitting in an easy chair, drinking a glass full of some kind of liquor and listening to classical music on my stereo.
I said,-"You frightened me, Master. I was afraid that you had left while I was sleeping!"
"I thought that you could use some rest, so I let you sleep," he said. "But you seem to have rested enough."
He patted his thighs. "Come here and sit on my lap." I went to him. The fluffy carpet tickled the soles of my bare feet.
I sat cross-wise on his lap, with my buttocks pressing against his groin. I winced as I sat down. Slade laughed.
He said, "Your bottom's still sore from that paddling that I gave you?"
"And how!" I said. "You really hit hard!"
"Never forget that," he said. "Anyway, now you'll think of me whenever you sit down."
He lifted his glass to my lips. He said, "Here, have some. It's scotch. If I keep you as a slave, you'll have to be sure that you keep plenty of my favorite brand around for when I drop in for a visit.
That made me feel a little unhappy, because it meant that he hadn't decided to take me on as a slave yet.
I said, "I pray that you do keep me, master. Tell me what you require of me, and I swear I'll do it."
"I'll do more than tell you," he said, "I'll show you. But not just yet. Say, that little frown on your face is adorable. You look like you're going to burst out crying."
"I might," I said. "Believe it or not, I'm a very sensitive girl."
He put his hand between my legs and rubbed my clitoris. I gasped and shivered from the pleasure of it. He said, "Yes, you're sensitive, all right."
He raised the glass to my lips. "Go on, drink some."
I swallowed some of the scotch. It burned as it went down my throat, then lit a fire in the pit of my stomach.
"Thank you, Master," I said. "That was very good. It helped to restore some of my strength."
"You'll need it," he said. "I'm not finished with you yet. Do you know what I'm going to do to you, Karen? I'm going to fuck you in the ass."
I gasped, and quickly lowered my eyes from his. I rested my bound hands on my knees and tried to control the shivers that ran through me.
I said, "If that's what you want, Master, then that's what I want. It won't hurt too much, will it?"
"Don't ask so many questions, Karen," he said. "If you're going to be a slave, you have to learn to keep silent and obey. But, since it's your first time, or so you say, and since you've pleased me so far, I promise you that I'll do everything I can to make it as painless as possible."
"When-when are you going to do it, Master?" I tremblingly asked. He said, "Now."
He put down his glass and eased me off his knees and on to my feet. He stood up, then said, "Sit here and wait for me. Drink some more scotch while you're waiting."
I sat down. The leather cushion of the chair was cool against my warm bottom. I held the glass awkwardly in my tied hands and sipped the alcohol.
Slade padded off into the bathroom. I heard him opening the medicine chest and rummaging through its contents.
My stomach was tied up in knots. My hands shook. The alcohol was a help, though. It sent fire coursing through my veins, and gave me a reckless, anything-goes mood.
Slade came back into the room. He was holding a jar of petroleum jelly. I knew what he was going to use it for, and I was afraid.
I put down the glass. Slade put down the blue jar and helped me to my feet. He pressed his nude body against mine and kissed me.
The kiss helped calm my nerves. He rubbed and fondled my breasts. His hands dropped down to caress my taut thighs.
I loved his feeling me, and wished that it could go on forever. Then he reached behind me and took hold of one of my buttocks and squeezed it, and my fear returned.
"Don't be afraid, Karen," he said. "I'll be gentle. It won't hurt as long as you keep relaxed inside."
"I trust you, Master," I said, but my lower lip was quivering.
Slade took a pillow from the sofa and draped it over the arm of the easy chair. He stood behind me and placed his hand on my back and pushed me forward.
I put my bound hands in front of me so that I wouldn't lose my balance. Slade bent me forward until my tummy rested against the pillow on the chair arm.
My feet were on the floor, and my bottom faced him. My breasts were pressed flat against the chair's leather cushion. My hair fell across my face.
Slade said, "Spread your legs about shoulder-width apart, Karen. That's the way. Good."
He stood behind me. My uneasiness was even greater because I couldn't see what he was doing. I flinched as he touched me.
"Easy does it, Karen, easy does it," he urged. "Remember to relax. That's a good girl. Easy, now. Easy."
He said, "You have a splendid bottom really lovely. It cries out to be kissed." He leaned forward and kissed my soft buttocks.
His lips were smooth. They pressed against my bottom flesh, slowly covering each inch of the tender white globes.
Whatever else was going to happen to me, at least this part of it was sheer delight. I consoled myself with the thought that Slade must at least like me a little, to kiss my bottom.
I felt his fingers prying apart my buttocks. I shivered as I felt something wet and warm probing at my anus.
But it was his tongue, and I calmed down. He licked the rim of my anus, then lanced his tongue into me and made me moan.
He used his tongue like it was a miniature cock fucking my ass. It's an incredibly sensuous feeling, to have a hot, limber tongue penetrating inside your bottom, gliding in and out.
I was getting pretty turned-on from that kind of treatment. I wriggled my hips and shifted them and pushed them back so he could get at me better.
He reached between my legs and rubbed my pussy. I couldn't believe how wet I was. I was dripping. He, fondled my cunt while he tongued my bottom.
I felt deprived when he took his tongue out of me. His index finger poked my anus. He stuck it in up to the first joint and wriggled it inside me.
He said, "I apologize, Karen. You weren't lying, I can see that now. You are a virgin. You're very sweet, and I appreciate it that you're giving your anal virginity to me."
That made me feel good. My fears returned and I reflexively tightened up as I heard him unscrew the cap of the blue jar.
There was a faintly medicinal smell in the air as Slade took some of the jelly in his fingers. He held my buttocks open and smeared the creamy goo into my crack. He lavished a huge dollop of jelly on my anus, lubricating it thoroughly. I wriggled and gasped as he inserted his finger into me and applied the jelly to the inside of my asshole.
He put two fingers into me and stretched me out in preparation for what he was going to do. My asshole and buttocks felt all oily and smeared.
He wiped some of the goo off on my buttocks, then stood behind me. His hard cock brushed against the sensitized flesh of my bottom.
He said, "I'm going to put it in you very, very slowly, Karen. Just remember what I told you, and stay relaxed."
"I'm ready, Master," I said.
The heated tip of his cock poked at my anus. I concentrated on keeping my muscles loose and relaxed. I was filled with a kind of fearful excitement that I hadn't known in years, not since I was in my early teens and just finding out the facts of life.
Now I was all grown up, and thought I knew it all-or at least I thought I did until I met Slade. I was realizing that I was still just an innocent, and that I had a lot to learn.
Slade added to my education. The oiled head of his cock pushed back the taut ring of my anus as it struggled its way into me.
I gasped and groaned, and tears filled my eyes. Then the head of Slade's cock was lodged firmly inside me.
If you've never been fucked in the ass, the feeling is almost impossible to describe. It does hurt, especially the first time, but the pleasure is equally intense.
Fierce pleasure, I guess you would call it. Instinctively I gritted my teeth and tightened up, but that wasn't the way it was supposed to be done.
Slade patted my bottom and reminded me to relax. It was a very tough thing to do, to try and relax when a thick, throbbing cock invades your bottom for the very first time.
Slade didn't push it in all at once. He eased it in by fractions of inches, always giving the ultra-sensitive membranes time to adjust to the intruder.
I gasped and panted every inch of the way. Slade rubbed my quivering thighs and my taut belly and murmured soothing words to me.
Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Slade reached in front of me and massaged my clitoris while he penetrated me.
Slowly but surely, he inserted his member in me. The lubrication helped. Even so, it was a bit of a struggle, and I was in tears.
He gripped my hips. Most of his cock was deep inside my bottom. I had never felt anything like this before!
He moved his hips slowly back and forth. After I got used to it, and was stretched out inside, it wasn't too bad. Getting his cock in me was the hardest part.
He must've been excited too, because it wasn't too long before he stiffened inside me and shot a load of come deep into my rectum. I nearly fainted.
Slade withdrew from me as slowly and carefully as he had penetrated me. I . lay stretched across the arm of the chair, my face buried in my arms.
He held my buttocks wide apart as he removed his member, so as not to damage me. The ring of my anus seemed to clutch at his cock head.
Then he was out. I really collapsed. I didn't feel torn apart, but I did feel very sore and tender inside my asshole.
Slade embraced me. He sat in the chair and cradled me in his arms, hugging me close to him. My shoulders shook with silent sobs.
He kissed away my tears. He said, "I'll always treasure the gift that you gave me, Karen. You're a brave girl, and you've got a lot of heart."
I said, "Will you-will you make me your slave now?"
"Well, let's not rush into things," he said. But he was smiling, and that took some of the sting out of his words, if not the uncertainty.
He said, "You've pleased me tonight, Karen, and I like you very much. Let's leave it at that for now. Well talk about it tomorrow morning."
CHAPTER FIVE
Matt Slade slept in my bed that night. We didn't do anymore fucking, we were both too exhausted for that.
He untied me and lay down beside me in the big bed and held me close. He gently fondled my breasts and my thighs and my pussy until I fell asleep.
I was so happy when I woke up the next morning and found him still lying beside me. I was glad that he hadn't dressed and departed during the night, which wouldn't have surprised me.
I went into the kitchen, walking softly on quiet feet so as not to disturb him. I decided to fix breakfast.
I didn't wear any clothes. I was naked except for a ruffled apron that I wore. I got really turned on by puttering around the kitchen dressed only in the apron. It made me feel very submissive and slavish.
Slade came into the kitchen just as I finished preparing the morning meal. The kitchen was warm and filled with good food smells.
He wore a pair of trousers. His chest and feet were bare. He said, "If you're as good in the kitchen as you are in the bedroom, I just might keep you, Karen."
He sat down and I served him a meal of fresh-squeezed orange juice, fried eggs, bacon, and buttered toast.
He asked, "Aren't you having any of this delicious breakfast?"
I said, "Oh, I can never eat food like this. I have to watch my weight constantly." I ran my hand over the bulge in his pants. I said, "But, with your permission, I'll eat something later, Master."
He laughed and patted my ass as I walked away.
After he finished eating, I cleared the sink and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. He came up behind me.
I set the machine to the wash cycle. Water splashed over the dishes, spraying them clean. Slade began to caress me.
The apron covered my front, but my back was bare except for the little pink ribbon tied behind my waist to hold the apron on.
Slade squeezed my breasts and rubbed his crotch against my bottom. He asked, "How do you feel back there, Karen?"
"Very sore, Master," I said truthfully, "both inside and outside my bottom."
He kissed my buttocks. "It won't hurt as much the next time I fuck you back there, Karen. You can only lose your virginity once. It's easier after the first time."
"I didn't lose anything," I said, "I gained something."
"And what's that, my saucy little bitch?"
"Knowledge," I said.
He laughed. I could feel his cock hard against my soft bottom. He rubbed my nipples. He said, "Breakfast was great, but dessert is going to be even better."
I got all weak in the knees as his fingers found my clitoris and excited it with artful caresses and rubbings.
He said, "Lean forward, Karen. Put your hands against the top of the sink and use it to brace yourself. Spread your legs wide and bend forward."
I asked nervously, "Are you-are you going to fuck me in the ass again, Master?"
"Not this time," he said, grinning.
I did what he said. He opened his trousers and let them drop. He rubbed some of his saliva on the head of his cock.
I wriggled my hips as he snaked his long cock into my pussy. I shivered as his member thrust deep into me.
He fucked me quick and hard there in the kitchen. My apron fluttered as he rammed his cock in and out of me. I held on to the counter and moaned.
His rocking hips slapped against my still-red buttocks. He gripped my hips and held my pussy on target so he could fuck me better.
It was fast and hurried and intense. My neck muscles were all corded and tensed as I raised my head and groaned.
He put his hand on my breast and lightly pinched my nipple between his fingernails as he fucked me. My face scrunched up in an expression of pleasure.
It was a homey, domestic fuck, with the dishwashing machine gurgling and shaking, and the breakfast aromas hanging in the air.
For the first time in my life, I thought that being a housewife wouldn't be so bad, if you had a man like Matt Slade coming home to you every night.
Then I reminded myself to come back to reality. I wasn't even a slave of his yet, and I couldn't be sure that I ever would be.
He didn't bother with finesse, or timing. He just gave me a good, hard fuck that was more for his pleasure than mine.
It was an intense workout. It must've lasted about ten minutes. I felt like I was running a marathon race.
My pussy thrilled to his cock, but he ejaculated before I could orgasm. I didn't mind. My pleasure was still very intense, even if I didn't have the relief of coming.
His semen filled my pussy. He breathed heavily, panting to catch his breath. He moaned lazily and slowly fondled my erect nipples.
He took his cock out of me. Some drops of come fell to the kitchen floor. I straightened up. A wave of dizziness passed over me for a second, then quickly vanished.
I said, "Let me lick you clean, Master." I dropped to my knees, facing his cock. I opened my mouth wide and extended my tongue.
He fed his member into my mouth. He was still semi-erect. I licked the head of his cock, then worked my way down the blue-veined shaft.
When I was done, I licked my lips and said, "You spilled some of your precious fluid, Master."
I pressed my nose to the kitchen floor, extended my tongue, and lapped up the drops of come which had spattered on the floor.
We were both steamy and sweaty from fucking, so we went to take a shower. He hung up his trousers and I took off my apron and we stepped into the stall.
A fine, tingling spray jetted from the shower head, washing down our bodies. Clouds of steam rose up around us, making everything misty and dreamy.
I begged him to allow me to wash him, and he graciously consented. I lathered up the wash cloth with soap, and began rubbing it on his body.
He had a beautiful body. I realized that I was becoming addicted to it. The more I got, the more I wanted. He had turned me on, and now I couldn't be turned off.
I rubbed the soap over his broad chest, and worked my way down the ridged muscles of his washboard abdominals to his groin.
You can believe that I lavished extra-special attention on his cock and balls. I knelt on the tiles as I scrubbed him.
Water splashed over me, invigorating and cleansing me. I loved the rubbery feel of my master's cock as I soaped it up and played with it.
When I was all through with his front, he turned his back to me, and I washed his bottom. I soaped up his firm, rounded buttocks.
I scrubbed him and rinsed him so that his flesh was all pink and squeaky-clean. I even washed between his toes.
He said, "You're very good in the water. Have you ever gotten into water sports?"
I said, "You mean like swimming, and sailing, and water skiing?"
"Not exactly," he laughed. "I can see that you've got a lot to learn yet, Karen. If you're a very good little girl, I just might teach you."
That made me really happy. I interpreted it to mean that he was seriously considering taking me as his slave, and I was thrilled to think that he might.
I washed up, too, and we got out of the shower. I wrapped a big, .fluffy terry cloth towel around him and dried him off.
I was very pleased that he toweled me dry when I was done drying him. He didn't have to do it, and it seemed to me that it meant that he must like me at least a little, and not think of me as just another one-night stand.
When we were all dry, we went into my bedroom and dressed. I became apprehensive, because I thought that he would leave me soon.
He kissed me, then said, "You've given me the gifts of your body, Karen, and I feel like giving something to you."
I blushed. "You gave me more than I have a right to deserve, Master."
"Hurry up and get dressed," he said, grinning. "I'm going to take you shopping."
I remembered what he had said about pantyhose the night before, so I didn't bother to put any on. I made a mental note to myself to throw away every pair of the damned things that I had.
I put on a pair of black silk bikini panties, and a sexy black lace bra. Slade approved of my choice. He hooked the bra behind my back.
I said, "I like it better when you take the clothes off of me, Master, instead of putting them on."
"There's a time and place for everything," he said. "Now hurry up and get dressed."
I stared in the mirror. "Oh, I'm such a mess!" I moaned. "I'll have to dry my hair and make up my face and everything!"
He said, "I Want you to make yourself as pretty as possible, as lovely as you can. However, I'm only going to allow you ten minutes to do so."
"Ten minutes!" I said. "I'll never be ready that quickly, Master!"
He grinned. "Remove the word 'never' from your vocabulary, Karen. I warn you, I don't want you to do a half-assed job, either. You've got to look as pretty as. you can, since you don't know who you'll be meeting. But for every minute you take over your alloted ten, I'm going to sentence you to one stroke with a leather strap, to be delivered later at my convenience."
He looked at his wristwatch. "You now have nine minutes, Karen. I suggest that you get moving."
I moved quickly, but not carelessly. I was thrilled because his words indicated that we were going to be together for a good part of the day.
I blow-dried and styled my hair, made up my face, and put on one of my prettiest print dressed. I finished in what was record time for me.
Slade consulted his watch. "You took thirty minutes in all, Karen. That means that I owe you twenty spanks with the leather strap. How old are you?"
"Twenty-three, Master," I told him.
"Then we'll make it twenty-three spanks in all," he said. "That'll make it a number that's easy to remember."
He looked me over with a critical eye, then slipped his arm around my trim waist and pulled me to him.
He said, "You look perfectly lovely. Any man would be proud to be seen with a girl like you on his arm. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to excuse you from that strapping."
"I don't care, Master," I said happily. "I've been a selfish bitch for so many years, that you'll probably have to spank me many, many times before you've beaten the naughtiness out of me."
"It will be my duty, and my pleasure," he said. "Now, let's go. I called my chauffeur while you were dressing, and he should be waiting for us downstairs."
I picked up my purse and followed Slade into the hall. I triple-locked my door, and then we took the elevator to the lobby.
We went out into the bright light of a sparkling blue-sky day. The silver limousine gleamed in the sunlight.
The impassive Li opened the rear door for Slade and me. Ii said, "Good morning, Mr. Slade. I trust you passed a pleasant night?"
"Most pleasant indeed, Li," Slade grinned. He gave his chauffeur an address on the other side of town. Li closed the door, then went around to the driver's seat.
We rolled through the mid-day traffic. Slade said, "Pull down your panties, and open your legs, Karen."
I said, "I didn't mind, Master, but aren't you worried that your chauffeur will watch us in the rear view mirror?"
"Let him," Slade said. "I have no secrets from Li. He's not my chauffeur, he's my friend, and my most trusted associate. I've literally trusted him with my life, and he hasn't let me down."
I was very intrigued by his remark, but it wasn't my place to question my master. When he wanted to tell me about it, he would:
Instead, I reached under my skirt and took hold of the elastic waistband of myt panties. I raised my bottom and pulled the panties down to my knees.
Slade reached under my skirt. His finger rubbed my pussy lips, then traveled upward to rub my clitoris.
It was really wild to be driving around in broad daylight in the middle of traffic with my skirt raised and my panties lowered and a handsome man fingering my cunt.
A traffic cop on the comer nearly dropped his nightstick in shock after he glanced casually in the limousine as it rolled past him.
There were curtains mounted on rollers over the windows, but Slade didn't bother to lower them. He just sat there, calm as you please, with his fingers working away at my pussy.
The combination of his fondling me, the luxuriousness of the car, and the exhibitionism of getting fingered in the middle of the city, was a super turn-on for me.
I squeezed my eyes shut and rolled my head from side to side. I bit my lip with pleasure. I wished that Slade would drop his pants and fuck me right there in the back seat.
We stopped for a red light. That is, the car stopped, but Slade and I didn't. A kid selling newspapers on the corner saw us. He looked like his staring eyes were going to pop out of his head.
The light turned green, and the car moved forward. Li's electrically amplified voice came through the intercom.
He said, "We are almost at our destination, Mr. Slade."
"Thank you, Li," he said calmly. I moaned with disappointment as he took his finger out of my juicy cunt.
He said, "You just can't get enough of it, can you, Karen?"
"No, I can't, Master," I admitted when I finally caught my breath. "Whether it's pleasure or pain, I can't get enough-of either when it's you that's giving it to me."
"Open your mouth," he said. I did so. He stuck his finger into it, the one that had been working away on my pussy. He said, "Suck it."
I went down on his finger. I really couldn't taste myself on his skin, but I slurped and licked his finger anyway. I only wished that it was his cock instead.
The limousine rolled to a stop. Slade said, "You better pull up your panties, and lower your dress, Karen."
I did so. We were on a quiet side street with quaint brownstones and chic, charming little shops.
Li came around and opened the door. Slade and I got out. I felt weak in the knees, and my pussy was still dripping wet.
Slade took my arm and escorted me to a shop. It was hard to tell that it really was a shop, since the barred window was heavily curtained and the door was solid except for a door knob and a tiny peephole.
Slade pressed the buzzer. A moment later, someone came to the other side of the peephole and scrutinized us through it.
Slade grinned. The door opened. He said, "Go on in."
I stepped inside. It was dark in the vestibule. There was a woman inside. She was dressed all in black, and was thin as a rail.
She had wide, staring eyes, thin lips, and straight brown hair. She had the perfect figure for wearing clothes, long-legged, lean, small-breasted.
She narrowed her eyes and glared suspiciously at me, but her face came alive with pleasure when she saw Slade walk in.
"Ah, Monsieur Matthew!" She clapped her hands in delight and hurried to him. Slade caught her in his arms and embraced her.
He said, "Laurette, lovely as ever!" He pulled her to him and gave her a kiss that made me breathless just to watch it.
It made me jealous, too. Don't forget, that before I fell under Slade's spell, I never took a back seat to any woman in my life, and very few men, either.
When I was with a man, I expected him to treat me like a queen. I could see that I had a lot of things to unlearn before I could become a slave.
I said nothing, but my face burned hot. Slade rubbed Laurette's sharp, pointed breasts. She reached behind him and squeezed his ass.
For a second, I thought that Slade was going to lift her skirt and fuck her right there in the vestibule. I don't think that Laurette would have minded that one little bit, either.
Finally, though, Slade broke the clinch.
Laurette's face was flushed and she was flustered. She fluffed out her hair to cover her agitation.
She made sure that the front door was locked. Then Slade and I followed her into the shop.
What a shop it was! It was a small room, and it seemed as though every inch of it was crowded with expensive lingerie and bizarre, kinky clothes.
I stared in Open-mouthed wonder. There were negligees, and slips, and corsets, and bras, and boots, and garter belts. .
Laurette rested her hands on her skinny hips. She looked like some elongated shadow come to life. But she was very beautiful, in a pale, soulful way.
"So, Matthew, you are very rude," she said. "You have not introduced your little friend."
"A thousand pardons, Madame," Slade said. "Laurette, this is Karen. Karen's been working under me-in more ways than one."
"I can imagine," Laurette said. "But spare me the details." She scrutinized me like a suspicious housewife examining a piece of meat at the butcher's shop to see if it's any good.
Finally, she said, "She is tres charmante, very charming, Matthew. So. What is it that you desire from me?"
"Plenty," Slade said, "but for now, I'd like to have you outfit Karen with a number of suitable outfits for quiet evenings at home."
"Of course," she said. She turned to me. "Take off your clothes, mademoiselle."
I just stared at her. Laurette asked Slade, "Is there something wrong with her hearing, Matthew?"
"No," he said. "She's a novice, just learning the ropes. But she's coming along nicely. Do as the lady says, Karen."
It was strange to me, but if that was what Slade wanted, then that was what I was going to do.
I took off my pretty dress and hung it on a hanger. My flesh tingled as I stood in front of Slade and the Frenchwoman in nothing but my bra and panties.
I reached behind me to unhook my bra, but Laurette said, "I will do that for you, ma belle."
My skin raised all-over goose bumps as Laurette's long, slender fingers deftly unhooked my bra. My breasts tumbled free from the confines of the bra cup.
My nipples hardened the instant that they were exposed to the open air. It was very embarrassing, and I wondered if I should cover them with my hands.
I decided against it, since that would only draw more attention to them. Besides, Slade didn't seem the sort who'd appreciate that kind of false modesty.
After all, he'd already spanked my ass red, fucked my pussy, come in my mouth, and cracked the cherry of my ass. He knew all my secrets.
But I could tell from the meaningful glances he exchanged with Laurette that I was a long, long way from knowing all the secrets of Matthew Slade.
I started to take down my panties, but before I could move, Laurette did the job for me. She took down my panties and lowered them to my ankles. I stepped out of them, unashamed and defiant in my nudity.
I turned to face Slade and Laurette. She smiled thinly as her gaze ran over my body. She said, "As always, Matthew, you have exquisite taste."
"Thank you, Laurette," he said. "Turn around, Karen, so we can look at the marks on your ass."
I did as I was told. Laurette said, "That's not so much. I can hardly see them."
Slade said, "They've faded somewhat since last night. But I know a way that we can put the color back into them."
I cringed when I heard his words. What he did to me in the privacy of my bedroom was one thing, but it was a giant step to go from that to spanking me in front of a total stranger!
For an instant, rebellion flared up inside me, and I was close to picking up my clothes and putting them on and walking away from Slade forever.
Then I remembered all the things he had done to me last night, and all the things he had promised he would do to me, and all the promises I had made to him.
The hell with it, I said to myself. What did I have to lose, anyway? Only my dignity, and that's the first thing a slave has to learn to live without.
So I merely turned and waited silently to see what would happen next.
Slade said, "Do you have a leather strap around the premises, Laurette?"
She laughed merrily. "That's like asking if the Red Army has tanks, or the Pope has crosses!"
He said, "I promised Karen a strapping, and this seems like an excellent time to give it to her. So, I'd appreciate it if you'd get the strap, and something to restrain her, too."
"I have the very things you need," Laurette said happily. She bustled past me, patting me on the bottom as she did so.
She disappeared into the rear of the shop, leaving me alone with Slade for a moment.
Slade said admiringly, "You surprise me, Karen. You're taking this rather better than I expected. You're a very cool customer indeed."
"Isn't that the way that you want me to be, Master?" I asked.
"Yes, it is," he said. "Except in bed. Then I want you to be as fiery as your ass is going to feel when I get done strapping it."
Laurette returned from the rear of the shop. She was carrying a black leather strap in one hand, and a pair of gleaming metal handcuffs in the other.
Slade examined the devices of restraint and chastisement. "Perfect, Laurette, just perfect. They're exactly what I needed."
Laurette quickly cleared some bolts of fabric from a waist-high counter top. She placed a red velvet cushion on top.
She patted the cushion and motioned to me. "Qimb up here, mon petite, and be quick about it!"
Awkwardly I clambered to the counter top. Laurette had me lay down on my belly with the cushion under my hips and my chin poised on the edge of the counter.
She slipped a smaller, circular pillow under my face, so it wouldn't be pressing against the hard edge of the counter.
She told me to put my hands behind my back. I felt cold steel encircle my wrists. There was a pair of metallic clicks as she snapped the bracelets shut.
Laurette stepped back. "There you are, Matthew. Your beauty is bound for your pleasure and her pain."
Slade said, "I've got a better idea, Laurette. Why don't you strap her? And I can think of a few other things you can do to her as well."
Laurette was glowing with pleasure. She kissed Slade passionately, then said, "You are very gallant, monsieur."
I watched with horror as Laurette took off her black blouse and her black skirt. She wore a black garter belt, and her long legs were sheathed in dark nylons. Her breasts were naked, with sharp, tiny nipples. Her pussy was narrow, and the hair around it was neatly trimmed. She had high, rounded buttocks.
I gasped, "What-what are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to teach you a few new tricks, my pretty one," she gloated as she ominously tapped the leather strap against her palm.
CHAPTER SIX
I flinched when Laurette placed her cool hands on the skin of my bare back. Tremors ran up and down my spine.
Laurette gathered up my hair and swept it forward, so that it hung down over my shoulders, instead of fanning out over my back.
"Are you afraid, my pretty one?" she asked me.
"Yes, I am," I admitted in a small voice.
She laughed. "Good." She held the leather strap in front of my face. It was about fifteen inches long and two inches wide.
She told me to kiss it. I pursed my lips and pressed them against the leather. The aroma of leather filled my nostrils.
Slade said, "I promised her twenty-three spanks in all, Laurette. Of course, you can give her more if you want to, but don't give her any less."
Laurette said, "So, you have been a naughty girl, eh, Karen? Shame on you! Perhaps this will teach you to mend your ways!"
There was a loud cracking sound as the strap came down on my bottom. I heard the strap cutting through the air, followed by the smacking sound of leather against tender flesh.
I cried out. All my muscles tensed up. I gritted my teeth. If the rest of the swats hurt as much as the first one did, then I was in big trouble.
The next stroke didn't hurt as much as the first, it hurt more. My face screwed up with pain. Hair fell across my face.
Laurette strapped me with a vengeance. It didn't take more than four or five strokes to break me down into a writhing, hurting animal.
At first, I cried out for mercy. Then I just cried. But Laurette was relentless, and couldn't have cared less about the tearful pleas of a frightened girl.
The fact was, she liked to beat asses, and she was having a big time beating mine. The strap kept rising and falling on my bottom.
At first, the pain comes from each individual stroke, but after a while, the pain adds up, so that the abused flesh aches even when not being beaten.
The strap was more concentrated and intense as a pain-producer than the flat of a hair brush. The brush leaves a kind of numb feeling, while the strap is more like a whip, and burns in hot lines of fire when it lands on the body.
By the time Laurette had given me the fifteenth stroke with the strap, I was nearly hysterical.
I sobbed and panted so hard that I couldn't seem to catch my breath. My face was damp with tears that plastered down strands of my hair.
I begged Slade to make her stop, but his heart was as hard as hers was. As I twisted on the counter top, the handcuffs cut into my wrists.
Once, I moved around so much that the little pillow which was under my head fell to the floor. Laurette stopped strapping me.
She picked up the pillow, tenderly placed it under my head, and then returned to the business and pleasure (for her) of beating me.
Toward the end of the strapping, Laurette paused more often, and waited longer between strokes. I wondered why.
The answer soon became apparent when she moved into my field of vision. In between strokes, Laurette would stop so that she could fondle her pussy.
Her fingers rubbed her clitoris. Her wiry, tall body was stiff with tension. Her tiny nipples were hard and pointed.
Then, when she was sufficiently excited, she would bring the strap down on my bottom for the next stroke.
The stroke completed, her fingers would once more search out her clitoris, and the cycle would begin all over again.
I found that if I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself, I was able to endure the punishment a little bit better.
I kept myself going by constantly reminding myself that I was getting closer and closer to the twenty-third stroke.
When Laurette finally counted off the twenty-third swat, I shivered with relief. You can imagine how devastated I was when she smilingly announced that she would be giving me seven more, to bring the total up to thirty.
That was when I passed what I thought were ray limits. It was really clever brainwashing on her part, because she absolutely crushed me by fucking with my head that way.
When she completed giving me the thirtieth stroke, instead of hating her for what she had done, I was grateful that she wasn't giving me any more punishment.
My bottom burned. It pulsed with hot pain. The rest of my body was pale white and trembling. I shivered and my teeth chattered.
Laurette dangled the strap in front of my face so that I could kiss it again. I did, with all the enthusiasm that I could muster.
Slade stood up. He said, "Be a nice polite girl, Karen, and thank Laurette for taking up some of her valuable time to correct you."
I was so afraid of Laurette that I stifled my tears for a moment and thanked her as humbly and gratefully as I could.
I gasped as she placed her open hands on my buttocks. "Poor baby," she said, "Laurette was cruel to you, yes?"
She bent forward. "Let me kiss it and make it better. You have no objections if I comfort this poor girl, Matthew?"
"None at all," Slade said. "As a matter-of-fact, I had something similar in mind myself."
I shuddered as Laurette extended her tongue and began licking my abused bottom.
It wasn't the first time that I had ever been touched and tongued sexually by a woman, but I hadn't been with enough women for the novelty of it to wear off yet.
I had always known that certain women desired my body just the same as men did, and I had used this fact to help me in my career.
More than once, I had melted the resistance of a cold lady executive by letting her kiss my breasts, and sometimes, when I was feeling very generous, or wanted something badly enough, letting them go down on me. Of course, I had never, never gone down on a woman.
Now, my ass hurt so much that even the light touch of Laurette's tongue laying down a broad trail of saliva on my buttocks caused me to tremble.
Also, she took me by surprise, because I . hadn't expected her to be so loving and tender after the ruthless beating she had just given me.
If Slade had ordered me to go down on her" right then and there, I would have, gladly. I would rather have done anything than get strapped some more.
I suppose that was the whole secret to training a slave. First, the master shows the slave that he is ready, willing, and able to inflict pain on her for the slightest deviation of the rules.
Then, alter the slave has experienced the reality of pain, she is willing and eager to obey her master's every command, in order to avoid receiving more pain.
Anyway, that's how it seemed to me, from the slave's point of view. Of course, at the time that these things were happening to me, I really wasn't able to rationally analyze the psychology of slave training. I was in too much pain. These thoughts came to me later, when I had time to reflect on what had happened to me.
While Laurette tongued my bottom, I was too confused and excited to think rationally. It didn't matter to me whether it was a man or a woman licking my behind.
All I knew was that a tongue licking was a lot more pleasurable than a licking with a strap.
Laurette's cool hands rubbed my soft inner thighs. She took hold of my ankles and parted my legs.
She spread me wide, so that my legs hung down on either side of the counter, while my bottom was raised by the pillow under my hips.
Laurette buried her face in my bottom. I moaned from the pain of having something touch my sore, strapped behind.
Laurette licked the inside of my thighs. Her tongue dipped into my pussy. I wasn't wet inside, because the strapping had been painful, and not erotic.
But my juices started to flow when Laurette's tongue went to work on my cunt. She licked and lapped like a hungry cat with a saucer of milk.
Soon I was moaning, from pleasure, not from pain. After the strapping I had endured, having my pussy being eaten so lovingly felt twice as good as it normally would have-and it felt pretty damn good to start with.
I drifted off into a trance of pleasure. I heard the sound of Laurette licking and slurping away at me, the sound of my own slow, deep breathing.
A shadow fell on me, bringing me back somewhat to reality. I opened my eyes and looked up. Slade was standing in front of me.
His trousers bulged at the crotch. As I watched, he opened his zipper and reached inside of his pants.
He pulled out his big, hard cock and aimed it at my face. It was all red and angry. He kept his pants closed, so his cock jutted out of the hole left by the open zipper.
He spread his legs shoulder-width apart and pushed his hips forward. He rubbed the head of his cock against the smooth skin of my face.
I extended my tongue as far as it would go, and tried to lick the cock. Slade teased me by holding the erect member just out of my reach.
No matter how I craned my neck and stuck out my tongue, I couldn't quite manage to reach his organ.
It was funny, in a way. I had been called a cock teaser many times, from my high school years right up to today.
Now, I was being teased with a cock. I knew the feeling of wanting something so badly, and having it kept out of reach.
I guess you could call it a kind of poetic justice.
All the while, Laurette kept working her tongue in my pussy. Her head rubbed against me ass, setting off flashes of bright pain.
But the pain was lost in the waves of pleasure that rippled through my body, the effect of her sensuous tonguing.
Slade's desire to torment me gave way to his horniness. He pointed the head of his cock at my mouth. I opened wide.
His hips were at the same level as my face was. I wrapped my lips around his cock. He shoved his hips forward.
His shaft slid across my tongue. For an instant, I almost gagged from being so suddenly filled.
Then I remembered to relax my throat muscles so that I could take him in with less difficulty. The technique worked.
Slade's cock was well and fully lodged in my mouth and throat. I sucked his member as happily as an hungry infant sucks Mommy's breast.
Slade pushed his hips back and forth, causing his cock to glide over my tongue. He fucked my mouth like it was my pussy.
When he came, I slurped and sucked so that I would be able to swallow every bit of his semen. It slid down my gullet like honey.
Laurette's talented tongue brought me to my climax. Her oral attentions to my pussy made the rest of my body as hot as my bottom was.
Slade took his cock out of my mouth. There was a single pearly drop of come resting on the tip of his cock head.
He held his member in place so that I could lick it clean. I extended my tongue and lapped up the come drop like a kid licking an ice cream cone.
I wasn't an instant too soon, because my orgasm broke on me like a tidal wave. I felt like I was going to pass out.
I lay stretched out across the counter top, feeling like every bone in my body had turned to molten jelly.
I was dimly aware of Laurette unlocking the handcuffs. There was a pair of metallic clicking sounds as the cuffs opened.
The cold metal bracelets were taken off my wrists. My hands slipped off my back and my arms dangled on either side of the counter.
I turned over on my back, even though it sent fresh waves of pain through me. The overhead lights shone in my eyes.
Laurette stood over me. She bent down. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. Laurette said, "Taste vour own juices, mademoiselle."
She crushed her lips against mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I fiercely returned the kiss.
Laurette fondled my breasts. When she stopped kissing me and broke away, I moaned, "Fuck me. Rape me, please, both of you."
Laurette looked eagerly at Slade. But, to my and her disappointment, Slade shook his head.
"Sorry, Laurette, but not today," he said. "Sometime soon, definitely, but not today."
She said, "You are cruel, Matthew Slade."
"That's right," he agreed with her.
Laurette led me to a washroom in the back of the shop where I could freshen up. Every step that I took caused my burning buttocks to throb with fresh pain.
As I washed up, Laurette said, "I like you, little one. Perhaps you will come to see me again, eh?"
"I'd like that very much," I said, "as long as my master gives me his permission to do so, of course."
She made a tiny frown of disappointment, then quickly recovered. "You learn the rules of the game quickly, don't you, Karen?"
"I used to think so," I said, "but that was before I started playing this game."
"Still, you play it well," she said. "Would you like it if I asked Matthew to let me use you occasionally?"
"Very much so," I answered. I had the feeling that this exotic dominatrix could put me through some pretty far-out paces, and I was intrigued by the idea.
After I had cleaned up, we went back into the main room of the shop. I was still nude, of course. Laurette led me to a three-way fitting mirror.
She said, "Take a look at yourself, Karen."
I stood in front of the mirror. I turned to one side, and looked over my shoulder so that I could see the reflection of my buttocks.
Now I could see for myself why they still burned. My bottom was as red as if rouge had been rubbed into my ass from the small of my back to the tops of my thighs.
Laurette said dryly, "It's the very latest thing in fashion. All the slaves are wearing it, ray dear."
It was meant as a humorous remark, but it kind of brought me down a little. I couldn't help thinking that Matthew Slade hadn't yet accepted me as his slave and taken me into his service.
My face momentarily clouded, but I quickly recovered my composure. Soon I was so busy trying on outfits, that I didn't have time to feel sorry for myself.
I spent a wonderful afternoon trying on the most outrageous and kinkily bizarre outfits, and modeling them for my master's approval.
I had never seen so many fabulously sexy garments in one place. It seemed to me that I must have tried on just about everything in the shop that fit my size.
There were garter belts of all types: red satin, black leather, white patent leather, latex, and lace-trimmed models.
Some of them had fat, frilly suspenders, while others had eight or even twelve thin suspenders. I tried them all on, and Slade had Laurette set aside all .the ones that really turned him on when I wore them.
And the bras! I could never have dreamed there were such a variety of them. Laurette had everything from fabulous confections of virginal white lace, to ultra-sexy black leather half-bras.
A whole new world was opening up to me. I felt like a different creature when I wore those alluring garments on my body.
No longer was I Karen Gark, the savvy, hard-driving career woman. I was just Karen, a sensual being who existed only to give pleasure and to receive it.
Slade picked out many pairs of stockings for me. There were dark nylons, seamed and seamless. There were white stockings, patterned stockings, even fish net stockings. I loved them all.
Whenever I changed from one garment to the next, Laurette would assist me to undress. Her hands lingered on my flesh, and caressed me frequently. Slade watched, loving the show.
It wasn't like ordinary shopping, I can tell you that! We were the only people present in the shop. Laurette paraded around wearing only her garter belt, stockings, and high heels.
For the first time in my life, I was fitted into a corset. It was a black leather midriff cincher, with red lacing and red satin panels.
I loved what it did for my figure. In a way, wearing a corset was a kind of bondage, as the laces were tied tightly and the garment gripped my belly.
I didn't need the corset to improve my body, because my body was in top shape to begin with. No, the corset was just one more piece of sensual bedroom wear.
I tried on more than one corset. In addition to the midriff cincher, Laurette fit me into a long line, Merry Widow corset.
That garment hugged me from my waist to my breasts. It cupped and lifted my breasts, making the white mounds of flesh look even more abundant.
Shoes were not forgotten, either. The purpose of this footwear was frankly fetishistic. They were totally impractical for everyday wear on the street.
But they were perfect for the bedroom. I didn't try on one pair of shoes which had heels less than five inches long.
They tightened the muscles of my legs, making their contours even more alluring. Combined with the sensuous appeal of nylons, they made me feel like a walking sex bomb.
I tried on black leather pumps, open-toed shoes, white and red patent leather heels. I strutted back and forth, parading myself for Slade and Laurette.
All this exhibitionism was turning me on, and there was a wet warmness in my pussy. My nipples hurt from being continually erect.
A strange transformation had taken place in my psyche. Before Slade took me, I had always thought of sex as a tool, something that I could use to get the material goods that I wanted.
Now, all I thought about was sex itself. I wasn't thinking who I could lay to climb the corporate ladder, I was only thinking about how much I wanted to get fucked.
Believe me, the workaday world of business and jobs and money making seemed a million miles away that weekend!
Instead of plotting how I could get ahead, the only thing that was on my mind was how wonderful it would be to serve Slade and Laurette in bed at the same time. I also tried on many different kinds of panties. There were bikini-style panties of silk and lace-trimmed satin. There were shimmering satin bloomers and incredibly provocative open-crotch and open-bottom panties.
The hours flew by. I was entranced with delight. The last outfit that I tried on for Slade was made up of virginal white garments-with a difference. My breasts were cupped in a white satin bra. But this bra was constructed so that there were holes in the cups where my nipples could stick out.
My waist was cinched in tightly by a white patent leather midriff cincher. It gave my figure old-fashioned hourglass curves.
I wore a white satin garter belt, which was decorated with elaborate frills of white lace. The suspenders were shining white satin with gleaming metal snaps.
My legs were sheathed in white stockings, and my feet were encased in white patent leather pumps with six-inch heels.
I was wearing a pair of white satin panties. There was a slit at the crotch, and my pubic bush and the lips of my pussy could be seen whenever I moved.
I felt like a virgin whore, a strange combination to be sure. Slade got up from the chair where he had been sitting, and came to me.
His arm slipped around my waist. He kissed me chastely on the forehead, but at the same time that he did it, he put his finger in my wet pussy.
He said, "You look absolutely beautiful, Karen. I hate to be a spoilsport, but I'm afraid that it's time for us to be going. Put on your dress over what you're wearing, and well get going. The numerous garments that I had been trying on all afternoon were piled high on the very counter on which I had gotten strapped and eaten on. Of course, Laurette had cleaned it off thoroughly before putting any of the beautiful garments on it.
Laurette held a pocket calculator in her hand. "So, Matthew, have you decided which of these garments you wish to purchase for this young lady?"
"Yes," Slade said, "all of them."
I was amazed, but Laurette didn't even look surprised. She had a knowing expression on her face that said that she knew that was what he was going to say all along.
I gasped, "Master, I know it's not my place to contradict you, but you can't be serious about buying all these clothes! They must cost hundreds of dollars!"
"So what?" Slade shrugged. "I can afford it, and you need a new wardrobe. Actually, it's a rather selfish investment, since you'll be wearing all this for my pleasure."
I started to say, "But-"
He silenced me by putting his finger against my parted lips. He said, "I don't want to hear another word from you about this matter. The subject is closed."
Impulsively I took his hand and kissed it. I said, "You're too wonderful to me! I don't know how to thank you!"
He reached down and stroked my pussy. He said, "Oh, I'm sure well be able to think of some way for you to demonstrate your gratitude."
Laurette said, "It would take me quite a while to get all these clothes aand shoes packaged up. Why don't you take a few items for the weekend, and let me have my slave deliver the rest on Monday?"
Slade readily agreed. He picked out some garments and things that he particularly liked, and Laurette wrapped them up.
I was absolutely dazzled by the abundance of sexy clothes and shoes that I had suddenly come into possession of.
It took a long time for Laurette to total up the bill. The amount came to something like fifteen hundred dollars., It would have been a lot more, but Slade was a good customer and an old friend of Laurette's, and she gave him a special discount.
While they settled the bill, I put on my dress. I really hated putting on clothes. I wished that I could wear nothing but sexy garments all the time.
Slade charged the bill on one of his many credit cards, and then we were ready to leave. Laurette threw a black robe on, and belted it.
She came over to me and patted my ass. "I hope that I didn't hurt you too badly, my pretty one."
"It did hurt," I said, "but what you did for me after you strapped me more than made up for it."
Laurette asked Slade's permission to kiss me. He readily agreed. She embraced me and kissed me so hard that I felt it all the way down to my toes.
Slade kissed her goodbye. They kissed like lovers, but I wasn't jealous of her anymore.
He said, "Well spend an evening together in the near future, Laurette-all three of us. And that's a promise."
"I'll hold you to it," she smiled. "You are a beast, Matthew Slade, but I love you."
"That's what all the ladies say about me," Slade said.
