Standing in the center of the stage was Sister Savage, the leather Nun.
In real life she was Stephanie Simpson the twenty-one year old daughter of a hamburger chain billionaire.
But right now, as she stood on the stage of the grand ballroom in her private mansion in Westchester County, she was the greatest dominatrix of all time.
She loved to hurt just as much as her victims loved to be hurt.
Bound on his hands and knees was Harvey Anderson, a sexual submissive, whom Stephanie had chosen to be her first victim of the evening.
He adored her and begged for her to cause him unspeakable agonies and humiliation.
Stephanie strapped the long black rubber dildo around her hips and strutted about the stage showing off her fake cock for the cheering crowd of on-lookers.
Harvey looked at that long rubber prick and he felt his own cock throb in response.
He knew that in a matter of seconds she was going to ram that thing viciously up his ass, and she was going to show him no mercy as she fucked his nether eye until it bled.
Harvey knew the pain would be awful.
But he also knew that with that pain would come the ecstasy he craved so much!
CHAPTER ONE
Stephanie Anne Simpson sat at the dinner table impatiently waiting for her dinner to be served to her.
The table was very long. It went the entire length of the large room, and there were many places set at it.
But Stephanie was alone at the head of the table, tapping her long red nails on the white tablecloth.
She was alone, of course, except for her two personal servants, Candy, Stephanie's hand maiden and head of the house cleaning staff, and Sergio, her Italian butler.
Stephanie was heiress to a billion dollar hamburger chain, and her daddy Frederick Freeman Simpson had given her the huge mansion up in Westchester County on the banks of the Hudson River for her to play in.
She lived in the big house alone, but she threw many large parties and she had many friends who came to all of them.
It was eight o'clock on the evening of November 13th. Outside it was overcast and their was a definite chill to the breeze to the Upstate New York air, Stephanie planned a big party for that very Saturday and she was looking forward to it a great deal.
At her parties she always got to perform for her guests in the manner she liked best.
She would take off her usual tight dress with a long slit up the side to show off her wonderful legs and she would don a leather outfit.
She became, at her parties, a bitch of a dominatrix, who was willing to cause her victims a lot of pain.
And the sexually submissive males and females who frequented her large get togethers loved her for the punishment she inflicted on them.
Stephanie had long straight black hair parted in the middle. Her hair was shiny and thick and it spilled like poetry over her smooth round shoulders.
And her body was so beautiful she could make the most tainted stud ache for her.
She had very large breasts which rested high and firm on her chest.
The nipples on those supple breasts were very large also. They would get hard and erect whenever she was excited in any way, and they were clearly visible through the thin material in the dresses she wore.
Her body tapered to a very thin waist and then spread out again to rounded firm hips. When Stephanie walked she moved her hips from side to side gracefully.
Whenever she spoke to someone her eyes would meet theirs with a steady gaze.
She was a picture of confidence and self-respect as she made her way through life.
She demanded respect from everyone she met and, as heiress to Simpson's Sizzlers, she knew that her reign as a powerful woman was only beginning.
Stephanie yearned for power, and she loved to have other humans groveling pathetically at her feet. She fed off of domination, and was nurtured by it.
The heiress was still only twenty-one years old but already the press in "New York City had picked up on her story and were playing her as a beautiful socialite. She couldn't go anywhere without a picture of her showing up in one newspaper or another.
Only in Simpson manner, where she was now waiting for her dinner, did she have complete privacy.
No member of the press was ever allowed to attend any of her parties and all guests were screened carefully at the door by Stephanie's staff.
Candy, the heiress' personal hand maiden, entered the dining room carrying a large silver tray. For dinner Stephanie was having a bloody rare prime rib of beef, broccoli with a wine cheese sauce, and a half of grapefruit.
Candy was only seventeen years old and Stephanie had hired her immediately after the young girl graduated from high school.
Candy was pert and cute, and respected her boss very much. She had a head full of tight blonde curls, and her still growing breasts were perky and firm.
Candy had a little bounce to her walk and a twinkle to her eye that made her look even younger and more innocent than she was.
The hand maiden sat the tray on the table in front of Stephanie and began to put portions of each item on the heiress' plate.
"It is about time Candy Cummings!" Stephanie exclaimed, sounding sharp and cross. "Dinner is a full ten minutes late and I have been sitting here very hungry."
"I'm very sorry Miss Simpson," Candy said and gave a little bow. "Will you be needing your bath tonight?"
"Yes, Candy, I believe a hot scrub will do me fine," Stephanie said examining her long red nails. "Be at my quarters at midnight, won't you?"
"Of course, Miss Simpson," Candy said and quickly retreated to the kitchen.
"My wine! Where is my wine?" Stephanie screamed out pounding a tiny fist on the table cloth next to her plate filled with rare juicy meat.
"Coming!" Sergio called out and carried in a bottle of French wine resting in a bucket of ice.
He pulled the cork, gave it to her to sniff, she nodded and he poured a sip into the base of her wine glass.
Stephanie swirled the touch of wine around in the bottom of her glass and inhaled deeply through her nose. Sergio thought she looked like beautiful queen at that point.
Then Stephanie sipped the wine, nodded her approval, and Sergio poured her glass half full.
It was clear to see why Stephanie had hired Sergio as her butler.
He was, as Stephanie was apt to put it, a hunk and a half.
He had big deep dark brown eyes, a mop of pitch black hair, and an athlete's body that went from very wide shoulders, tapering down to very slim hips.
His skin was dark also and he always looked like he had a tremendous tan, even in November.
And Stephanie also knew that his cock was well down one of his pant legs as he served her the wine.
When she had first seen the size of his prick she had decided to keep him around for a long time; she didn't care much what capacity that was in.
He spoke with a slight Italian accent, but as he watched more American television he was sounding more and more like he was from Brooklyn.
Candy spoke as if she was from nowhere. Even though Stephanie knew the young blonde girl was from Rochester, New York, her accent indicated no region.
"Sergio!" Stephanie called out as he was about to retreat from the room and leave her alone.
"Yes, Miss Simpson," he said politely, stopping and turning toward her.
"I would like you to visit my private quarters this evening. I feel a tremendous ache in my loins and I think it would be nice if you gave me some of your special therapy. Could you be there at one?"
Sergio's eyes twinkled and a corner of his mouth turned up into a half smile. He knew exactly what she meant by special therapy and his cock throbbed when he thought of it.
Stephanie believed in being fair to her help. If they were good and did all of their chores on time, she would allow them to have sexual pleasure with her.
But if they did something wrong, overcooked a piece of meat, served a musky wine, were repeatedly tardy, or whatever, Stephanie could be very cruel.
She could inflict great pain on both Sergio and Candy when she so wished, and both of the head servants were careful to obey all of her rules.
Candy and Sergio ate in the kitchen from what was left over of the meal she had prepared.
Stephanie ate alone at the long table in the large dining room.
The servants would not see her again until it was their appointed time to visit her in her private quarters upstairs.
Sergio dressed in a black suit at work, and Stephanie like him to wear his black slacks very tight so she could see his long dong pinned by the tight material against his thigh.
Candy wore a very short maid's frilly dress with silk stockings and black high heels. She had a little maid's cap, which made her look a little like a nurse, pinned neatly to the back of her head. It rested cutely on her blonde curls.
Stephanie ate slowly and drank three glasses of wine.
Then she went up the stairs to her private quarters to take a nap.
Stephanie Anne Simpson's private quarters entailed a lot more than just her bedroom.
She had a whole suite of rooms on the second floor of the mansion in which no one was alluwed without a very specific invitation.
There was a large bedroom which featured a round water bed with a mink bedspread, a big bathroom, equipped with many hoses and enema bags, and spray hand showers, designed for both pleasure and punishment.
And then there was a library filled with thousands of twentieth century American novels.
Stephanie couldn't get into reading anything else. She avoided mainstream fiction and her tastes in prose leaned toward the avant-garde.
She liked Bukowski, Kotzwinkle, and Henry Miller the best.
Stephanie took off all of her clothes and stood in front of a full length mirror in her bedroom.
She admired her body and she knew the power her gorgeous torso and legs, as well as her money, gave her.
Sexual beings desired her so much they were willing to do anything for her, and that was just the way Stephanie liked it.
She ran her hands over her breasts and thought about how wonderful it was going to be when Candy came up to bathe her and Sergio came up for some of that sweet therapy.
Then she thought about how great her party was going to be on Saturday. All of her freaky kinky friends were going to be there and there was bound to be a lot of hot sex action.
She knew there would be plenty of alcohol, pot and cocaine, and she loved to get it on when she was high.
Stephanie sighed and crawled onto her waterbed, feeling how soft the mink bedspread felt against her naked flesh.
She soon drifted off to sleep and had a wonderful dream in which she was beating the President of the United States with a riding crop and fucking him up the ass with a big dildo strapped around her waist.
She did not wake until midnight when there was a small tap at the door.
Stephanie blinked her eyes open, focused on the digital clock on the wall, saw what time it was, smiled sleepily, and called out, "Come in, Candy."
Candy Cummings opened the door and entered the suite holding a large extra soft sponge that she was going to use during Stephanie's bath. Candy saw Stephanie's beautiful naked body sprawled on the bed and she could feel an ache in her crotch from desire.
Candy had never considered the possibility that she was a lesbian. It was just that she knew the pleasures Stephanie could give her when she was in a good mood. Candy had never known any other lover other than Stephanie. It was forbidden for Candy and Sergio to touch each other in any way.
The other members of the household staff were off limits also.
There was to be no sexual activity in Simpson Manor unless Stephanie was directly involved and initiated the action.
Stephanie stretched her long legs and thrust her arms up over her head. As she did so her breasts moved erotically and Candy gasped a little at how good her mistress looked.
Stephanie was still trying to convince herself that she was awake and no longer fucking the shit out of the president.
Stephanie could feel the wetness in her cunt. She had woken from the dream very horny.
"Are you ready for your bath, Miss Simpson?" Candy asked politely.
"Oh yes, Candy," Stephanie said, a bright grin crossing her beautiful face. "I am readier than I ever have been before."
Stephanie's face looked angelic. It was hard to believe from looking at her that she had ever committed a sin.
Even when she was at her cruellest, her facial features remained sweet and lovely.
Stephanie swung her legs over the side of the bed and rocked with the water, she stood up and walked to the stereo.
Stephanie's suite was fully equipped to record and play back both visual and audio impression. She had a small recording studio in there and her newest toy was a video tape machine.
She had made many sound movies of herself as a dominatrix bitch and she liked to play them back for herself late at night.
Stephanie put on a record by the Rolling Stones and turned it up very loud.
For some reason very loud pulsating rock and roll music made Stephanie so horny she wanted to scream.
Candy went into the large bathroom and prepared a tub of hot water.
Stephanie entered the bathroom and slipped herself into the tub so that only her face was above the steaming hot water.
The black haired woman closed her eyes and let out a deep moan.
Candy knelt beside the tub and began to soap up the woman's large breasts. The blonde hand maiden thrilled when Stephanie's nipples became erect as she ran the soapy sponge over them.
"Candy dear," Stephanie said very softly, with a little bit a cat's purr in her velvety smooth voice. "Would you like to take off your clothes and join me in the tub?"
"I would be honored, Miss Simpson," Candy said and immediately began to remove her clothing and hang them up neatly on the many clothes racks along the white-tiled bathroom wall.
The tub was deep and long enough so that two people could fit into it easily.
They could sit in the tub facing each other or they could lie side by side.
The faucets were elevated and at the side of the tub rather than at one end, so no one had to get hard chrome in their back as they played in the hot water.
There would be no trouble fitting both Candy and Stephanie in the tub since they were both very petite girls.
Stephanie was only five two, though her legs were long, and Candy came in at about five foot even. The maid was slim through the shoulders and hips and couldn't have weighed more than ninety-five pounds.
On the wall, near the faucets were a number of hoses with different sized nozzles.
These were specifically designed for Stephanie as tools of masturbation.
The nozzles were designed to stimulate her clitoris with running water.
Stephanie liked her sex as wet as possible, and that was why she had equipped her private bathroom in that manner.
Candy was completely naked and she slowly stepped into the hot tub.
She lowered her cute little butt into the water with a sigh and settled on the bottom of the tub facing Stephanie.
"You were bad for being late with dinner," Stephanie said.
The blood ran out of Candy's face because she thought she was going to be punished.
"But I forgive you," Stephanie continued. "You look very cute tonight and I just want to make love with you."
The two girls put their hands on the back of each other's necks and leaned forward for their first kiss of the evening.
They both had full pouting lips and when they pressed them together they could each feel the moisture inside their pussies start to flow.
Candy willingly parted her lips and Stephanie slowly and curiously pushed her tongue into the blonde young girl's mouth.
Candy touched the tip of Stephanie's tongue with her own and soon they were kissing passionately, rolling their tongues together.
Candy moved her hands from the back of Stephanie's neck and put one hand on each of her breasts.
Candy's white hands looked very small when holding onto Stephanie's breasts.
Candy squeezed those big tits and made her mistress groan with delight.
Stephanie then pulled Candy's head down so she could kiss her breasts.
Candy showered these big tits with little pecks, and then found one large nipple with her tongue.
She licked lightly across that hard erect nipple and Stephanie dug her fingers into the back of Candy's neck and made small whimpering noises in the back of her throat.
Candy licked both nipples until they were as hard and erect as they could get without bursting, and then she put her whole mouth over the right one and sucked on that delicious flesh.
Stephanie loved the way the cute little blonde girl's mouth felt on her breasts.
She was so gentle and so knowing. Her tongue was so hot, so wet, so soft.
Stephanie began to fondle Candy's smaller pert tits and Candy gave a small groan of joy.
Then Stephanie decided she wanted more direct sexual pleasure.
She pulled a big nozzle attached to hose off the rack on the wall above her, and screwed the other end to the hot water faucet.
"Candy, I am going to lie back and relax now. I want you to turn on the hot water and massage my pussy with the stream of water that comes out of the nozzle.
"If you wish, you may give me an orgasm with the water nozzle."
Candy knew that Stephanie was just being polite. If she did not give her an orgasm there would be hell to pay. Her ability to give her mistress pleasure was one of the ways she stayed in good favor and kept her job.
The nozzle Stephanie had selected was designed to emit a single hard needle of water.
Candy turned on the hot water and watched as the stream came out of the little nozzle.
Candy directed the water for a moment so that it would strike Stephanie's nipples.
Then the blonde girl put the nozzle under the water and let the single needle splash against the insides of her mistress' thighs.
Stephanie spread her legs open very wide so that the lips of her pussy parted and the wet pink flesh inside was clearly visible.
Stephanie has an exceptional cunt. The outer lips were very large and puffy, and protruded way out from the ring of black pubic hair which surrounded the entire area.
The dark-haired girl did many muscle control exercises and she kept her vaginal opening very tight in spite of the many cocks that had hammered her there.
Her clit was very big also and stuck out of the sheath of skin that was supposed to protect it whenever she was the least bit excited. That clit got very hard and an angry red color. One could see it throb as Stephanie approached a climax.
Her pussy also had a great capacity for lubrication.
At the slightest stimulation her cunt juices would start to flow like a river.
She could make her cunt all soupy by just thinking of beating some wimp with a cat o' nine tails.
Candy moved the spray up the inside of Stephanie's thigh until it was striking the outer lips of her quim.
Stephanie cried out sharply and closed her eyes tightly.
Candy smiled because she could tell there would be no problem getting her mistress off that early morning.
Then the blonde maid reached down with her other hand and pulled the outer lips of Stephanie's pussy apart as far as they could go.
She moved the nozzle deep between those open lips and sprayed the harsh water right up Stephanie's fuck hole.
The rich woman loved to be tended to so completely. All she had to do was put her head back and relax. She could concentrate on nothing but the pleasure that was being given to her, and there was never a mention of reciprocity.
Stephanie lifted her ass up off the bottom of the tub so Candy could get the nozzle far up her cunt.
The dark haired woman was groaning wildly and Candy could tell it was time to move on to the next step.
The young blonde girl was feeling very horny herself as she moved the nozzle up so that it was striking Stephanie in the clitoris.
That little love button was swollen as far as it could go and it was protruding far out from the top of Stephanie's cunt.
The heiress really started to writhe in the tub at that point.
No part of her body could stay still while she was feeling so much ecstasy.
Her hips began to buck violently from side to side and up and down.
Water was splashed out of the tub onto the bathroom floor.
Her head thrashed from side to side and her wet black hair was all over her face.
It took a great deal of coordination for Candy to keep the stream of water directly on Stephanie's clitoris. With the way she was moving her hips about Candy had to be very quick and accurate.
"Oh Candy, I'm COMING!!" Stephanie screamed and Candy pressed the nozzle right up against her clit so the water was pressing it flat with its force.
Stephanie yelled and yelled as the great waves of pleasure rippled through her body.
Great spasms of joy filled her lower torso and she clenched her teeth.
Finally it was over and Stephanie put her hand on Candy's wrist to let her know that it was okay to take the nozzle out of her cunt.
Then the girls soaped each other up all over and got themselves squeaky clean.
They rinsed with the water nozzle and Candy was the first to step out of the tub.
She got a big red fluffy bath towel off of the rack and wrapped it around Stephanie's shoulders as she got out of the water.
Candy slowly and sensuously dried her mistress off with the red towel.
"Candy, would you like to join me in my bed now?" Stephanie asked, in a voice that was almost approaching sweetness.
"I would be honored, Miss Simpson," Candy said and curtsied, holding out an imaginary dress at the sides of her nude hips.
Candy Cummings' pubic hair was as light as the hair on her head and she didn't have much of it.
There was just a little lock of golden hair above her slit.
Candy quickly dried herself off and followed Stephanie into the bedroom.
She could feel the throbbing inside her tight cunt. No man's cock had ever known the inside of Candy Cummings' quim. Her cherry had been popped by one of her mistress' dildos, and fake cocks were the only things that had ever penetrated the cute young little blonde girl....
"I feel like we should eat each other out at the same time. I want you to have some pleasure too, Candy. With the exception of dinner being late tonight you have been a very good little girl. I know I risk spoiling you by doing this so I would suggest you don't take my good mood for granted."
"No, Miss Simpson. I will obey all of your rules like the true servant to you that I am."
Stephanie placed her long fingernails on the side of Candy's face as if she was about to scratch her horribly.
Candy winced and Stephanie pulled her hand away with a cheerful laugh.
Stephanie told Candy to lay on her back in the center of the waterbed with her thighs parted as far as they would go and her knees up.
Candy did exactly as she was told and positioned herself on the bed.
Her mistress was going to lick her throbbing slit and that made Candy feel very happy.
She believed that Stephanie was really not angry that the dinner had been late.
She did not know she was falling directly into Stephanie's trap.
Stephanie had decided that letting Candy's punishment slide was out of the question.
There was only one way to train her servants, and that was through discipline.
So Stephanie had decided to act very friendly until she got all of the pleasure she wanted and then, suddenly, she was going to cause little Candy Cummings incredible pain. Stephanie mounted Candy so that her face was resting against the blonde girl's thigh.
She spread her knees far apart and lowered her pussy over Candy's knowing mouth.
The second Stephanie's cunt was within reach Candy stuck out her pink tongue as far as it would go and began to run it lightly all around the puffy outer lips of her pussy.
Stephanie bided some time pecking tiny kisses at Candy's inner thighs.
Stephanie was going to wait until Candy had licked her to orgasm before she dealt with Candy's cunt.
Candy was waiting expectantly for a tongue to touch her cunt but she felt no such sensation.
She knew better than to complain or beg for pleasure. That was strictly against the rules and she would be punished for acting out of line.
So Candy decided to be patient and wait for her mistress to lick her whenever she desired.
Candy concentrated all of her attention on giving Stephanie pleasure.
The dark haired woman's clit was stiff and throbbing once again.
Stephanie lowered her hips even further so she was literally sitting on Candy's face.
Candy could reach the entire length of Stephanie's cunt as well as her asshole with her tongue.
The little blonde worked her tongue in and out of Stephanie's fuck hole and put both of her hands on her mistress' buttocks.
She pulled the cheeks of her ass open and ran her tongue up and down the crack, stopping to flick the very tip of it over her asshole a few times.
Stephanie was really worked up at that point and Candy began to lap happily at her clitoris with the flat part of her tongue.
She took long strokes over that yearning love button that drove Stephanie wild with desire.
Just before the dark haired woman was about to come Candy put her full lips over the woman's clit and sucked it up into her mouth.
She sucked hard on Stephanie's little man in the boat and rubbed the tip of her tongue across the top of that little ball of flesh that was the center of Stephanie's sexual desire.
Stephanie mashed her cunt down hard into Candy's face as she began to come once again.
Candy found it hard to breath but she kept licking anyway so she could give her mistress as much joy as possible.
When the orgasm was over Stephanie had a powerful after glow that made her whimper like a wounded puppy.
But the evil woman soon regained her composure and set about her plan to punish her hand maiden.
"Now it is time for me to give you pleasure," Stephanie said to the little girl with the blonde curls.
Candy smiled because she was aching to be eaten out.
She didn't have the slightest idea that her mistress was lying to her.
Stephanie wanted to wait until the last possible moment before inflicting the tremendous agony.
She was going to wait until just before the little girl was going to come.
Stephanie gave a fresh innocent smile when she thought about how cruel she was.
Stephanie knew that she would be a very good poker player.
She was aware of the fact she could keep the same expression on her face no matter what her real mood was.
Stephanie turned her body around so she was facing Candy with her head between the little girl's legs.
She looked up at Candy and smiled and Candy smiled back.
Stephanie wrapped her arms gently around the girls legs and began licking the little pink cunt that rested in the delta.
Candy had been so worked up with anticipation she could tell it wouldn't take very long before she had her own blissful orgasm.
She couldn't believe her mistress was being this kind to her even after she had messed up with dinner.
For a moment she wondered if her mistress was mellowing a bit.
But soon the pleasure in her loins became so great that she could think of nothing but the long hot wet tongue that was driving in and out of her cunt.
Stephanie moved her tongue up to Candy's clit and licked across it as hard as she could.
Candy writhed and made many loud deep groaning noises.
Candy lifted her hips up off the waterbed so Stephanie could tell she was going to come at any second.
She sucked her clit and then, without giving it another thought, bit down on that love button so hard Candy thought for a moment that she had bitten it right off.
Stephanie knew better than to cause any permanent damage while inflicting her punishments.
She believed that no matter how cruel a game was, you should be able to play it more than once.
Candy screamed out in her agony, and great tears welled up in her baby blue eyes and streamed down her smooth cheeks.
"How dare you be late with my dinner?" Stephanie screamed at the little girl who now had both hands over her pussy and was rolling from side to side praying that the pain would ease. "How dare you break one of my rules. You know very well I like my dinner to be prompt and you purposefully let me sit like a fool alone at the dinner table with nothing to eat."
Candy tried to beg for mercy but she could not form the words inside her strained throat.
"Now get the fuck out of here and I don't want to see or hear from you again until brunch tomorrow at noon. I want you to do all the shopping tomorrow for the party on Saturday and don't fuck up again!"
Candy painfully managed to get off the bed and go to the bathroom where her maid's uniform was hanging neatly.
Candy could tell her cunt was going to be sore for a long time from the vicious bite she took and she made a point of reminding herself never to allow dinner to be late ever again.
Candy put on that uniform as fast as she could under the circumstances.
The left Stephanie's private quarters still in tears without speaking a word.
Stephanie lay back on her waterbed and fluffed a pillow beneath her head.
She fingered her own clit for a moment and thought about the two wonderful orgasms she had received.
She looked at the clock and noticed that it was almost one o'clock. It was time for her therapy session with Sergio's cock.
Oh, how she yearned to be filled completely in both of her holes with that awesome rod of his.
Sergio had been good all day so he would not be punished.
His reward would be getting to fuck Stephanie twice. Once in the cunt and once up the asshole.
At precisely one o'clock there was a sharp knock on the door. Stepanie called for the handsome Italian man to enter.
When he came into Stephanie's private quarters he looked a little nervous.
He had just heard what Stephanie had done to Candy and he didn't look forward to seeing his mistress when she was in a bad mood.
He had horrible memories of previous punishments he had received.
He knew that all of the punishments had been just and he had broken one of his mistress' rules each time.
He knew he would have to be disciplined each time he disobeyed her.
But he remembered the awful pain of the big enemas he had received, and the humiliation he felt when he was once forced to drink Stephanie's piss.
He remembered the time she had tied him down to the bed and brutally violated his anus with an over-sized vibrator.
But he couldn't think of anything he had done wrong that day.
"Come over here, Sergio," Stephanie said calmly. "And take that sick puppy look off your face. I am not going to punish you. I only want you to fuck me. Now get out of that suit and join me over here on the bed."
Sergio's face immediately brightened and he began to take off his clothes.
His cock was already stiff as a board and hard as a rock inside his tight black slacks, and Stephanie could tell he was ready to satisfy her deepest needs.
When he was completely nude his cock stood out straight in front of him in all of its glory.
Stephanie still felt a thrill run through her body when she gazed upon Sergio's perfect body and his huge cock.
The head of his prick was thick and throbbing purple.
The shaft was just as thick and was laden with bulging veins.
Her ass was very small and tight. And when Stephanie knew her sex slave butler had been good, she knew he would give her many orgasms.
Stephanie patted the bedspread next to her with the palm of her hand to show that she wanted the man to get next to her.
He sprawled himself on the bed and lay on his side facing her.
She kissed him tenderly on the lips and reached down with her hand to hold his throbbing cock.
When she put her hand around the shaft of his cock, her fingers did not make it all the way around. The long red fingernails on her thumb and forefinger touched at the tips.
She gave that hard tool a little squeeze and Sergio made a low noise in his throat that made Stephanie want him inside her right away.
But she wanted to take her time. She wanted the therapy session to last well into the night.
She knew that Sergio could get it up and come many times during a single session so she never had to worry about "wasting" an orgasm for fear he would no longer be able to perform.
The first thing Stephanie decided she wanted to do was taste Sergio's come. And to do that she would have to taste his cock and his balls too.
Putting her hands on Sergio's shoulders she pushed him over on his back and began to kiss and lick her way down his dark body, licking his nipples and his navel as she went.
She moved on the bed so that her head was between his legs.
He shifted his weight onto the small of his back so she would have access to his buttocks also.
Stephanie could smell the musky odor of Sergio's manhood coming from his cock and balls.
The odor was intoxicating and Stephanie found herself in a dream world, where there was only the two of them and the rest was in soft focus.
She believed she was in a movie and she was playing the part of Cleopatra, commanding one of the slaves of her Nile kingdom to fuck her in the throat, in the cunt and in the asshole. Oh, that sweet precious little asshole of mine, Stephanie thought to herself.
Then she remembered the video tape equipment and she quickly left Sergio and turned the camera on facing the bed.
She felt very horny and she wanted a permanent record of this session of sessions in sex therapy.
She immediately returned to Sergio. She turned his body so that the camera would be able to see the action.
She took his cock in her hands and she held it straight up.
Then she stuck out her tongue as far as it would go and she ran the very tip from the base of his rod to his tool.
With her other hand, she reached under his cock and found the big full sack that held his balls and his seemingly unending supply of white hot sticky semen.
She scratched lightly at his balls with the tips of her fingernails.
He swooned with pleasure. He had his eyes shut and there was a small blissful smile on his face.
He loved his mistress very much. He would do anything for her. He would gladly sacrifice his life for the woman he worshiped.
He loved her when she was kind to him and gave him pleasure and he loved her, dare he think it, when she was being cruel to him and giving him great pain.
Now the pleasure was incredible and Sergio though he had found nirvana.
Stephanie flicked her tongue up and down the sensitive patch of skin just below his glans.
She put the balls of flesh on the tips of her fingers under-his balls and lifted them gently up and down as if she were trying to judge their mass.
Then she moved her mouth down to his balls and kissed them lightly with full puckered lips.
With her hand she made a circle and pumped up and down on his massive penis, going all the way from the base to the crown with each stroke.
With her mouth she softly found his balls one at a time as they swam around in the sack, and she sucked lightly at them.
Stephanie knew the potential for causing pain by just sucking the slightest bit too hard, but she was kind and did it so delicately that Sergio moaned loudly and felt the ache in his lower body spread down into his legs.
The licked at the little patch of skin between Sergio's balls and his asshole.
This drove him wild also and he couldn't help but begin to move his hips around slowly in a circular motion.
Stephanie could tell he was ready for the final portion of this initial exercise.
She opened her mouth as far as she could, because she knew she had to, and slipped it over the tip of his cock, completely covering his glans.
But Stephanie had a well trained throat and she did not have to stop and suck at this point.
She flicked her tongue over the hole at the tip a couple of times and then she drove her whole head downward onto his cock.
The penis rammed it s way up deep into her throat which she held straight.
Her chin was up and her head back so the whole cock would fit down there.
Sergio knew very well what he was supposed to do at that point.
He slowly began to move his hips back and forth so that he was fucking Stephanie's mouth.
Stephanie had trained herself so that she could squeeze on a cock with the muscles in her throat so that the man felt like he was fucking a very tight pussy with a tongue inside it.
Sergio could not fuck that slowly for very long. He was too excited.
He soon picked up the pace and was forcing his cock brutally down Stephanie's throat.
But Stephanie felt no discomfort. She loved it as much as he did.
Stephanie turned her body around and straddled Sergio's head so that he could eat out her cunt while she deep throated him.
He could feel that he was going to come very soon so he knew he would have to get Stephanie off at the same time, which was the object of the game.
He could feel the come swirling around in his balls and settling at the base of his cock.
It was getting prepared for the eruption of Sergio's orgasm.
He thrust his tongue deep into Stephanie's already wet cunt.
He lapped at her clitoris as hard as he could, and she could feel a great ball of pleasure forming down in her loins.
Just at the point that great gobs of Sergio's love jelly shot from the tip of his cock and bathed the inside of Stephanie's throat, she could feel that ball of pleasure inside of her explode into a thousand balls of liquid fire, and Sergio drank up the flood of cunt juices that formed at that point.
One hole down, two to go, Stephanie thought to herself.
CHAPTER TWO
Stephanie glanced at the whirring reel of video tape spinning on the wall and judged how long it would be before she would have to get up and change the tape.
She figured she had forty five minutes left and that was plenty of time for a good long cunt fuck.
She had given it some thought and she had decided to get fucked in the cunt before she got fucked in the ass.
Sometimes she did it the other way around, it all depended on her mood.
"I want you to fuck me from the rear in my pussy," Stephanie said calmly, having regained her composure from her climax.
"Of course, Miss Simpson," Sergio said subserviently. "I will do whatever you wish."
"You bet your sweet ass you will," Stephanie said with a cheerful smile.
He loved her the most when she smiled like that at him. It looked like such a simple smile but he knew the depth there was to it.
Stephanie got up on her knees. She placed her head on the bed, pressing the side of her face against the soft mink fur.
She stuck her ass way up in the air and placed her knees far apart.
Her pussy was open and wet and ready to be filled completely with steaming relentless cock.
Sergio knelt behind her and ran his large strong hands smoothly over her writhing body.
She wanted him to stick it all the way into her with the first thrust of his hips.
He ran his hands over her back and then under her so he could fondle her large breasts, which seemed even bigger when gravity was in their favor.
He worked the thumbs on both of his hands gently over the hard nipples. She moaned and wished he would hurry up and penetrate her.
Sergio knew how his mistress liked to be entered best and he could do it well.
He rubbed the very tip of his purple lance up and down her slippery slit.
Then he positioned it between her cunt lips immediately above her hump hole.
Then with one tremendous thrust of his slim powerful hips he drove his nine inches way up Stephanie's quim.
She gasped as if all of the air had been forced out of her lungs and let out a sharp cry of ecstasy.
Stephanie had kept her cunt in such good shape that Sergio still had to stretch her opening and the walls inside.
He did not bother to fuck her slowly. That wasn't what his mistress wanted.
She wanted to be fucked as hard as he could for a very long time.
Sergio felt the sweet flesh on the inside of Stephanie's cunt.
She was still as tight as ever in spite of what she had been through.
He loved the way his cock felt inside her hot cunt. And he knew he would be able to fuck that slippery hole for a long time before he would have to shoot his wad into her.
"Oh yeah, Sergio baby, give it to me with all you've got. I want you to fuck me so hard it feels like you are going to tear me apart. Oh! I feel like I am impaled on your prick. I feel like you are stabbing me in the cunt with it. Oh God! It feels so good, I want you to fuck me like that all night."
Sergio gave it all he was worth and soon his whole body was covered with a layer of sweat from the tremendous work-out.
It made his skin look shiny, but Stephanie could not see him.
He was behind her, and her eyes were closed tightly.
Her jaw had dropped and her mouth was wide open like it was when she went down on him.
Her whole face was red and contorted with the powerful sensations she was experiencing in her drooling cunt.
The fuck went on for forty minutes and Stephanie had many orgasms before it was over.
She began to have orgasms at three minute intervals half way through the fuck and near the end they were coming one right after the other until she couldn't tell when one ended and another began.
Stephanie was very analytic about her own orgasms, and she had begun to study other people's orgasms also.
She had noticed after all the years of fucking, five to be exact, that no two orgasms were alike.
They were a lot like snowflakes in that fashion. Stephanie figured some day she would write the ultimate book on the female orgasm.
She was sure there weren't very many kind that she hadn't experienced, although she was constantly surprising herself with her own capability for variety.
She was always learning new and wonderful things about herself.
She figured she would need a lot more research before she would undertake any task as time-consuming as writing a book.
At the very end of the fuck Sergio was dripping sweat and making loud groaning noises.
Finally he thrust his cock all the way into Stephanie and he left it there.
He threw back his head and he arched his back as he felt himself coming.
He drew his cock out of her and looked down at Stephanie who was also drenching wet with sweat.
They took a shower together to refresh themselves thoroughly.
Sergio had one fuck to go and Stephanie decided the stud needed to be cooled down a little first.
So they took a luke warm shower and washed each other gently.
Stephanie had Sergio wash her asshole carefully because she fully expected to have him stick his tongue up it when they returned to performing for the camera.
They were clean and feeling brand new by the time they dried off and returned to the waterbed.
Stephanie switched reels of tape on the video recorder and lay down on the mink bedspread.
Sergio stood next to the bed awaiting instructions.
"Sergio, dear I am going to stick my legs straight up in the air," she said demonstrating with her body as she spoke. "I am going to point my toes upward and part my legs far so I am making a vee."
Sergio had a small smile on his face because he knew what she was getting at.
"Then I am going to reach down with both of my hands and I am going to pull the cheeks of my ass wide open," she said demonstrating this also.
Sergio could see the puckered opening of her asshole resting just below her cunt.
It looked like a pink asterisk and Sergio could see it opening and closing a little in anticipation of his violation.
"I want you to lick my pussy and my asshole so that a lot of my pussy juice gets inside my anus for lubrication. Then I want you to fuck the daylights out of my rectum. Do you understand, Sergio?"
"Yes, Miss Simpson."
Sergio crawled on his belly toward her on the bed until his face was right in front of her open buttocks.
He licked her soupy cunt, then he stuck his tongue up her asshole repeatedly so that the area around her sphincter was very slippery.
Stephanie loved the feeling of having his tongue up her tiny nether eye.
It sent shivers up and down her spine and made goose flesh form all over her body.
When Sergio was satisfied that she was lubricated enough for penetration without pain, he mounted her from the front.
His face was directly above hers and they kissed passionately.
The head of his prick was resting between her round firm buttocks.
Her breasts were pressed flat against his broad hairy chest.
He did not enter her quickly like he did with her cunt.
He knew his mistress liked to be entered in this tighter hole very slowly.
She liked to feel every inch of his thick throbbing purple cock as he thrust deep into her bowels.
"Now! Sergio. Start pushing into me now!" Stephanie called out as an order.
The tingling in her asshole and deep inside her had gotten to be too much for her to wait any longer.
The yearning was so great she had to feel the ring of muscle around her asshole stretched by the thick shaft of his prick immediately.
When Sergio did start to press forward with his hips he could feel her opening beneath him like a beautiful bud blooming in the springtime.
Stephanie thought there weren't many sensations as intense as being reamed up the ass by a hot stud.
He finally got it all the way up her ass and she let out a loud cry of approval.
She had felt every inch of it as it went into her and she had a glorious filled feeling.
Sergio fucked her asshole slowly at first, and then hard, until he came into her sweet bowels.
Stephanie got off like a rocket many times before he was done with the waterbed buggery.
She sighed as he pulled his quickly slackening cock out of her.
She could feel an intense buzz down below where she had been ravaged by his fearsome rod. She felt satisfied for the time being and she dismissed Sergio telling him she wanted to be alone.
She quickly drifted off to sleep, making sure she didn't lie in any of the wet spots on the bed.
She had several mink bedspreads and she had them dry cleaned frequently so that she wouldn't have to sleep in any old come stains.
As she slept she dreamt she was fucking the. Pope and he was coming inside of her.
And she didn't wake up until eleven o'clock the next morning.
It was Saturday night, November 5th and Stephanie was very excited.
It was the night of her big party and she was going to perform.
Outside it was a clear night in Westchester County and out the window she could see the lazy Hudson River working its way slowly toward New York Harbor.
She could see the Tappenzee Bridge in the distance all lit up. There were tiny headlights crossing it in either direction.
Below her she could hear her first guests beginning to arrive.
They would all have to show their invitations at the door or else three bruisers Stephanie had hired would work them over.
If they didn't know the rules already they didn't belong.
Stephanie stood before her large closet filled with leather goods and tried to decide on an outfit to wear.
She chose a leather corset that forced her tits upward, and a leather hat that resembled a nun's habit.
Of course, she thought to herself, I will be Sister Savage, the Leather Nun.
She quickly put on a pair of black stockings attached around her hips to a garter belt.
Then she put on a pair of very sharp spike high heels.
The entire outfit was black. She would be the Black Leather Nun.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror admiring her costume.
Her cunt, her ass, and her tits were exposed, and the middle of her body was wrapped tightly in black leather.
She went back to the closet and pulled out her riding crop.
She put the horse whip under her arm and strutted back and forth in front of the mirror a few times.
Yes, she thought to herself, this is going to be one of my best performances.
Down below the scene was getting wilder and wilder.
Many of the guests had already removed their clothes.
Everywhere one looked there were people fucking wildly.
They were fucking on the furniture, they were fucking on the rug.
There was even a guy balling a girl on the pool table.
There was one group of four naked people who were passing around a plate of glass with a white powder on it.
They also passed around a rolled up one hundred dollar bill.
They took turns sticking the bill up their noses and snorting generous amounts of the white powder.
There was one really wild woman who was pouring a bottle of champagne down the front of her body, and three guys were drinking it as it flowed over her breasts and down her legs.
There was one major character in the night's activities who had no idea what was in store for him.
His name was Harvey Anderson and he was a well know sexual submissive.
Although he was a very big man, it was well-known that he couldn't feel any sexual pleasure at all unless he was being tortured or humiliated in some manner.
Big perhaps is not the best word to describe him. He was humongous. He weighed two-hundred and fifty pounds and stood six foot six. He looked like he could have been a nasty offensive lineman in the National Football League.
But Harvey Anderson did not have an aggressive bone in his body.
He would take an order from nearly anyone who was willing to give him one.
He was as mild as a lamb and wouldn't hurt a fly.
There was a rumor among Stephanie's social circle that Harvey had once killed a man by tossing him out of a window.
The rumor went on to say that this freaked Harvey out and he could no longer use his body strength in any way.
In addition, he constantly felt he needed to be punished for the awful thing he had done.
No one had ever verified that rumor and Stephanie for one didn't believe it.
She couldn't imagine Harvey being any other way that how he was: obedient.
Of course Stephanie was used to being obeyed more than most of the people at the party, so perhaps she took obedience for granted.
No one needed a romantic excuse to be her slave. It was expected.
Stephanie was ready to make her great entrance. It was almost midnight. Her parties started late and ended way past dawn.
She called downstairs and had her servants usher all of the guests into the grand ballroom.
There was a stage set up where Stephanie would give her performance.
Stephanie was psyched. She could feel her cunt getting wet already.
Some of the guests who were in the middle of fucking protested when they heard they had to move into the ballroom.
But they all quickly remembered who they were protesting against and did as they were told.
One compromising couple walked into the ballroom and fucked at the same time.
Actually the man did all of the walking and the woman had her legs wrapped around his waist.
Everybody got a good laugh out of it. It was so bizarre, so hip, just sooo chic, everyone said.
The ballroom was very large and the ceiling was the height of the whole house.
Their was a balcony all around the top where people could look down at the stage and what was sometimes used as the dance floor.
A branched support for a number of lights suspended from the ceiling was dimmed slightly to let the guests know Stephanie was about to make her entrance.
Luckily, the chandelier was out of reach without a very tall ladder so Stephanie didn't have to worry about anyone trying to fuck on it and killing themselves.
A man jumped up and the stage and got some scattered applause.
"Who the fuck are you?" someone shouted out loudly and there was a sprinkling of laughter.
"Good evening ladies and gentleman and welcome to the most recent edition of your favorite sex show: Simpson's Sizzlers!"
Everyone laughed a lot at that one because it was a take off on the hamburger chain that paid for the mansion, and kept the party in cocaine.
"Let's have a big round of applause for your favorite dominatrix and mine: SISTER SAVAGE, THE LEATHER NUN!"
The crowd erupted in cheering and clapping. There was chaos.
A spotlight hit the stage and the lights all went out. Nobody could see anything except the ball of light on the stage where the spotlight hit it.
Then all of a sudden Sister Savage appeared in her black leather costume.
The spotlight followed Stephanie as she made her way to the microphone.
"Welcome to my den of torture, you scum bags!" Stephanie said cheerfully into the microphone. With a big grin on her face she raised her middle finger to the crowd.
There was a great push forward in the ballroom as everyone struggled for a better view of the woman in leather.
"I have already chosen, from the guest list, who is going to be my first victim of the evening," The Leather Nun told her congregation.
Me!" A small man shouted out from the audience enthusiastically.
"No me!" said another man who was wearing clothes pins on his nipples.
"Over here! Me!" shouted a woman who was trying to pick a champagne bottle up off the floor with her cunt.
"Shut up you groveling shits. You mother eating father buggerers! I have chosen Harvey Anderson to be my first victim. Harvey I want you up here immediately you big hunk of wimp!"
Harvey Anderson was overjoyed with Stephanie's decision.
He leaped up in the air like a" little boy would on Christmas morning.
His huge bulk moved it's way slowly toward the stage.
He plodded up the stairs on big feet and everyone laughed at him.
But Harvey loved to be laughed at by big crowds of people.
He loved to be humiliated in every way possible, and he'd tried many of the different ways.
He was hoping Stephanie Anne Simpson was going to put him through a lot of embarrassment before the evening was through.
He didn't have to worry about it much. He knew Stephanie was the best when it came to inflicting pain and humiliation.
He stood on the stage and grinned at the beautiful black haired girl in the leather outfit.
He couldn't take his eyes off of her gorgeous tits and ass.
He was wearing a rather well-fitting light brown suit.
He did not dress like a clown. He tried to look distinguished in his every day life.
His hair was neatly groomed and he was in the eyes of all a handsome big man.
Most of the guests at the party had seen Harvey and Stephanie perform together before and it was one of their favorite combinations.
In the back of the stage were all kind of chains, straps, whips , and water sports devices designed for punishment.
Everything Stephanie could possibly need for binding someone up and torturing them was neatly laid out at the back of the stage.
"Harvey, you are not a man. Did you know you were not a man?"
"Yes, Sister Savage, I have never been a real man, I know that."
"You are not even a boy. You are nothing but a little baby."
"I feel like a little baby. I want to be treated like a little baby."
"Well, first of all babies do not wear suits like that. Sometimes babies don't wear anything at all. I would like you to take off your clothes immediately so all of the audience can see your little prick."
There was not much embarrassment involved with taking his clothes off. Most of the people in the crown were naked already anyway.
Harvey quickly took off all of his clothes and left them in a big pile on the stage next to his feet.
The crowd cheered happily at the man's totally nude body.
His prick was not really tiny. It was in proportion with the great bulk of the rest of him.
It was long and thick and it was already starting to throb.
Stephanie watched carefully as his cock grew longer thicker and harder.
"Do you know what babies usually wear, Harvey?" Stephanie asked.
"I don't know, Sister Savage," Harvey said looking meekly down at his big feet.
"Babies usually wear diapers. I am going to put a diaper on you now."
There was one group in the corner of the ballroom who really liked the diaper bit.
They jumped up and down and shouted and cheered at that point.
Stephanie went to the back of the stage and got a very, very large diaper.
It would have to be very big to fit around Harvey's big bottom.
"Put your feet far apart on the stage," Stephanie instructed calmly. "So I can put the diaper on."
Naturally, Harvey did exactly as he was told without complaint.
But Stephanie did not put the diaper on the way on mommy would put one on her child.
She put the diaper on cruelly with the intent to give Harvey discomfort.
She pulled the white cloth way up before she pinned it so that it was wedged between the cheeks of his ass.
In the front his cock was pinned tightly to his thigh so it could not stick out the way he wanted it to.
The cloth pushed his large dangling balls harshly upward and made that sack ache horribly.
There was a nervous expression on Harvey's face now.
Already there were beads of sweat forming on his large brow.
His balls hurt from the way the diaper was put on and he could tell he would have some difficulty walking.
The crowd laughed at the ridiculous sight on the stage before them.
Harvey was a very big man and he looked very silly in a diaper.
Harvey loved it when the crowd laughed at him and he couldn't wait for the humiliation to continue.
"I want you to come over here Harvey and get on your hands and knees," Stephanie said gesturing to a spot in the center of the stage.
As Harvey got himself in position Stephanie went to the back of the stage and got the tools of bondage she needed.
"Put your hands behind your back with your wrists together!" Stephanie commanded. She knew that when Harvey did this he would have to support some of his weight with his head or his face or else he would topple over.
There would be no toppling over. That was strictly against the rules.
Harvey put his hands behind his back and rested his forehead on the wooden floor of the stage.
Stephanie quickly snapped a pair of handcuffs on the man's wrists.
She made sure to put them on as tightly as she could so they would cause him excruciating pain.
Immediately, the tips of Harvey's fingers began to turn purple.
The rough edges on the insides of the handcuffs bit into his large wrists.
The blood could no longer flow to his hands properly.
Already he could feel the pin and needles in his hands that let him know he would soon lose all feeling in them.
"Put you ankles together, so I can apply the ankle cuffs!" Stephanie ordered and Harvey did so right away.
Stephanie quickly put on the larger ankle cuffs and the same distress was caused in Harvey's feet.
Harvey was totally immobilized. He could not have gotten up if he wanted to.
But the truth of the matter was he did not want to.
He was looking forward too much to the agony session which was to follow.
At that point Harvey was turned sideways to the audience so they could see his profile.
Stephanie returned to the back of the stage and got a specially prepared gag, with a ball in the middle designed to go in the victim's mouth.
The ball not only kept the victim from making any noise, but it forced his jaws far open and made them ache a lot.
"Open your mouth as far as it will go, you little baby shit!" Stephanie ordered.
Harvey said ahhh, like he was sitting in the dentist's chair.
Stephanie gleefully popped the ball deep into Harvey's mouth and tied the gag tightly behind his head.
There was a tremendous round of applause for the completion of the bondage.
Stephanie's friends were a very kinky crew and they appreciated a good bondage when they saw one.
"I want you to turn around now so that your ass is facing the audience," Stephanie ordered, tapping her riding crop against her palm.
This was a very hard thing for Harvey to do considering the position he was in.
He could use nothing but his pained knees and his head to move himself.
The pain showed in his eyes as he slowly and clumsily moved his body so that his ass was facing the cheering crowd.
The crowd could see clearly how the diaper was pulled up so tight into the crack of Harvey's ass.
Both of his ass cheeks were exposed, it was pulled up so far.
Harvey could tell he was going to be whipped and the thought of the pain that was going to cause him made his thick cock pulsate against his thigh where it was pinned by the white cloth.
Stephanie decided at that point that she would rather whip a bare ass.
She wanted to be able to see his cock free when it throbbed at the agony.
She quickly removed the safety pins in the diaper and pulled the thing off.
His cock sprang out straight under him and began to slap him in the belly as it pulsated violently.
The crowd could now see her bare ass. They could see his balls dangling from beneath his cock.
His ass cheeks were very large and milky white. There was thick hair in the crack.
"You are not only a little baby," Stephanie cried out. "You are a bad baby, and you need a spanking. Bad little babies always get spankings, don't they, you little shit-eating dog fucker!"
She took the very tip of the riding crop and pressed it against his dangling balls so that it sunk into the sack.
Harvey could not make any noise but the crowd could tell by the way he tensed up his muscles the kind of pain he was in.
Stephanie then ran the tip of her riding crop up and down the hairy crack of Harvey's big ass.
"Take this you bad little baby!" Stephanie screamed at that point. THWACK!
She brought the riding crop down as hard as she could across Harvey's large buttocks.
His whole body jerked and only the ball in his mouth kept him from screaming out in pain.
"How about another one, you slippery scum of the earth!" THWACK!
Stephanie beat the man across the ass until both of his buttocks were striped in red.
His ass cheeks looked like great quantities of raw meat.
He had angry red welts all over his ass. Harvey could tell he wouldn't be able to sit down without a pillow for a couple of days.
The flesh in his ass burned like it had spent days in a tropical sun.
But the heat from that burn went straight to his balls.
And the ache of desire in his loins only increased with the pain.
Stephanie took a look at his erect penis and she smiled to herself.
She could tell that Harvey had enjoyed the vicious spanking.
She wondered if he could possibly enjoy being whipped as much as she enjoyed whipping him.
Her cunt was all soupy from the thrill of turning a big man into a sniveling baby.
Her cunt juices were flowing out of control at that point.
The excitement of performing in front of a crowd added to Stephanie's lustful feelings.
She knew she would get all of the pleasure she needed before the party was over.
Her pussy cream ran over the insides of her thighs, and those in the crowd who were crammed in very close to the stage could see how the outer lips of her quim were swollen and slippery wet.
Harvey could already feel the stinging in his ass slowly turning into a warm numbness and he yearned for more pain.
Stephanie too was impatient. She quickly got on with the next phase of the torture.
"You are a bad little baby, and you have gotten your spanking. You are also a dirty little baby and you need to be cleansed of all of your filth. You need to be purged of all of your sins. I want to see you spill your ugly shit all over the stage. I want your body to be completely purified of all that scum that lives inside that big body of yours," Stephanie said.
The enema freaks in the crowd went nuts and began to cheer wildly.
They had seen Stephanie administering enemas before and they knew it was nothing short of spectacular.
"An enema bag has been fully prepared by one of my assistants. She will now bring the enema out and help me administer it to this shitty man. I hope some of you in the front will not mind if he gets a little shit on you. He is a big man and he has powerful muscles. I plan on filling him to the very brim with enema water before I allow him to release it. There is no telling how far he will shoot his shitty enema water when he finally lets loose. We may set some kind of record here. I would appreciate it if someone would take a measurement of the distance Harvey shoots his shit, maybe we can get our pictures in Watersports News. One never knows does one?" At that point, little Candy Cummings wearing a nurse's outfit came on stage wearing a nurses cap and a little nurse skirt.
She wore nothing on top so that both of her budding breasts were exposed.
The pedophiliacs in the crowd went crazy with applause when they saw those naked young breasts.
Candy looked very cute as she walked up to Stephanie carrying the full enema bag.
Candy found an excuse to bend over at the waist with her back to the crowd.
Her skirt was very short and when she bent over the whole crowd could see that she was not wearing any underwear.
They all got a quick teasing flash of Candy's seventeen year old ass and they cheered happily at the glimpse.
Ever since Stephanie had bitten Candy's clit so viciously, the young blonde girl had been careful to obey all of her mistress' rules.
She had been a very good little girl and she was in good favor with Stephanie once again.
Candy did not get off on exposing herself to a group of cheering people the way Stephanie did.
She only did it because her mistress ordered her to do so.
She was a pretty good actress so she managed to appear as if she was enjoying the whole games they were playing.
When she heard the roar that came when she flashed her moon at the crowd, she blushed and turned around quickly, cutely tugging down the back of her skirt.
The enema bottle was not just another enema bottle.
It had been custom made for Stephanie by a master of water sports in Europe.
Stephanie had had to spend a lot of money on the bag.
She had sent her specifications and a check to the man.
It was a big black rubber bag, but the thing that was special about it was the nozzle that was inserted into the asshole.
The nozzle was made of hand carved ivory, and was the work of a real artist.
The nozzle was carved to look just like a snake's head.
It had been painted carefully to closely resemble the real thing.
Candy held the big black bottle in the air, pinching the tube so that none of the water ran out.
"You know the rules, of course, my sniveling slave! You may not release any of the water until I give you the word. I don't care how full you feel or how intense the urge is to shit the water back out. There will be horrible cramps, and you will feel like your bowels are going to burst from the pressure. But I don't care how great the pain gets, I want you to hold all of that water inside you. You are a big man, with a baby's mind. Your muscles are developed but your mind and will are not. I think you will be strong enough to take what I have in store for you."
Stephanie stopped speaking to Harvey for a moment and turned to the audience.
"I know there are a lot of enema buffs out there among you, so I think I should explain to you all ahead of time that I have never administered an enema this big before. When I talked about world records before I wanted just pulling your third leg. I want you all to watch very carefully."
Stephanie took the little snake head in her hand as Candy continued to pinch the tube.
The Leather Nun pulled the cheeks of Harvey's ass far apart so the audience could see his little puckered asshole.
She slowly inserted the snake's head into that hole as deep as she could get it in.
She gestured to Candy to begin the flow of water into Harvey.
Harvey's muscles tightened to second the water started to fill him.
Harvey knew the rules of the game very well and he had gotten enemas from Stephanie before.
But he had never gotten one this big before and he wasn't confident he could take it all without having an accident.
He did not have the self-respect to believe he could hold a world record in anything, and that included receiving enemas.
The second the water started to flow into Harvey's bowels he felt like shitting it right back out.
But he knew that would be a very big mistake. His punishment was going to be severe enough as it was.
There was no telling what Stephanie would do if he blatantly disobeyed her.
To disobey her in front of a viewing audience could very well have been the kiss of death for the big man.
Candy was instructed to squeeze the enema bag so the water flowed in more rapidly..
Harvey's eyes shut tightly. He had to concentrate his entire energy on holding those all important muscles in his ass closed.
When the enema bag was half empty Harvey already felt like he was completely filled.
He felt as if his bowels were going to burst at any moment.
The pain was incredible and his insides were starting to cramp.
He was beginning to lose control of the muscles he needed so badly.
His face contorted with pain and he bit down hard on the big ball in his mouth.
He wondered if he would die for the cause of humiliation.
Finally the bag was empty. Harvey had an urge to relax but he fought it out of his mind.
The small amount of will he had left in him was all concentrated in his ass muscles.
He had to keep his asshole shut at all costs.
Just because the bag was empty did not mean he could release the water.
There was no telling hew long he would have to wait before Stephanie would give him the word to release.
Harvey told himself to grit his teeth and hang in there.
Stephanie put her hands on her hips and looked at her victim.
The tension in the crowd grew until you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone seemed to be holding their breath waiting for the word from Stephanie.
Candy picked up a plastic mat and laid it out on the stage behind Harvey.
There would be no bucket to catch the shit. Stephanie liked it best when it went all over the place and everyone could smell it.
It humiliated the victim all the more to have a lot of people complaining about how much his shit stinks.
The mat was in place and Stephanie was anxious to see how far Harvey could shoot the enema water.
"RELEASE!" she shouted.
CHAPTER THREE
A great geyser of brown water spewed from Harvey's asshole as he clamped down on all of the muscles in his ass at the same time.
He wanted to put on an impressive show so he really let it all hang out and tried to shoot the matter as far as he could.
The shitty water splashed up over his buttocks and the first row of people in the audience were showered.
What a scene!
There was mayhem. Everyone went nuts. The last bit of water dribbled out of Harvey's ass and rolled thickly down his leg.
One of Stephanie's servants had gone and got a tape-measure during the course of the enema and jumped up on the stage to measure how far the stuff had flown through the air.
From Harvey's asshole to the furthest point off the stage where the enema water landed measured twenty-two feet.
When the measurement was announced there was a big round of enthusiastic applause.
Harvey felt a twinge of pride run through his exhausted body when he heard the announcement.
But the pride quickly left him when he realized the punishment was not over.
There was more painful events yet to occur to him.
Sergio came out on stage and wrapped up the shit covered plastic mat and mopped up the stage.
Candy took a sponge and wiped off Harvey's ass where his enema water had splashed up onto his buttocks.
It was the moment Stephanie had been waiting for all evening.
She instructed Harvey to turn himself so that he was sideways to the crowd again.
He moved even more painfully than before and finally got himself into position.
Harvey had never felt so tired and vacant in all of his life.
He felt as if he had just gotten over a week long battle with the flu.
Still, his asshole hummed from the great quantities of warm water that had passed through it.
And his long cock was as hard and thick and long as ever.
He was still sexually excited. The humiliation of the enema had made him hornier than ever.
Stephanie went to the back of the stage and found her favorite dildo.
It was nine inches long, very thick and as ebony as pitch.
It was attached to a belt so she could strap it around her hips.
When she appeared at the front of the stage wearing the hard rubber fake prick there was a tremendous roar from her adoring fans.
When Stephanie wore the cock her whole way of moving changed.
Instead of swinging her hips from side to side she moved her shoulders back and forth as she walked.
She gained many masculine attributes as she strutted back and forth across the stage showing off the prick she wore.
After making two full crosses of the stage Stephanie positioned herself behind Harvey and placed the head of the dildo between the cheeks of his ass.
Harvey was at a peak of sensation as he waited impatiently to be cruelly violated in the butt.
"You are really in for it now, you little baby. Now that you have been cleansed of all of the scum inside of you it is time for me to show you what a big asshole you are, or, uh, have."
That got a big laugh out of a group in the corner who were drinking a lot of beer and belching loud during quiet moments just to hear the response.
Stephanie began to press forward with her hips, forcing the ring of muscle around Harvey's asshole to open.
She was using no lubrication whatsoever. She was going into him as dry as a bone.
Even though he had been taken in that manner before, this still caused him a great deal of pain.
Especially because Stephanie was using a very large dildo. Harvey was not used to being reamed with anything quite that large.
The dildo was positioned on the front of Stephanie so she could diddle her clit with her finger as she fucked Harvey.
She pushed until she got the black dildo all the way into Harvey's rectum.
His eyes were closed tightly again and his face was very red.
His whole body was covered with a slick layer of sweat.
From the side view the audience could see the thick black rod sliding in and out of Harvey's anus.
As the big man's muscles began to relax, the pain became less fierce and the dildo slid in and out of him with greater ease.
Stephanie worked her finger over her own clit as she fucked and she knew that it wouldn't take her very long to pull herself off.
She reached under Harvey's body with her other hand and found his throbbing penis.
She began to tug at it viciously as if she were trying to pull it off.
But this was just the kind of stimulation Harvey needed at that point.
It didn't take very long at all before Harvey's cock began to quiver and Stephanie got hot sticky semen all over her hand.
Just then she worked on her clitoris very hard and she burst into her own orgasm thrusting the dildo into Harvey as hard as she could as she came.
She pulled the dildo out of Harvey's ass and strutted once again across the stage.
She undid the belt, removed the dildo from her torso, and threw it backstage.
"I've always noticed that whenever I have a big orgasm while I am cornholing a man, I have to take a wicked piss. But where is there around here to piss?"
The crowd all shouted seemingly in unison.
"Piss in his mouth!"
Stephanie acted as if a great idea had just occurred to her.
She put one of her black spiked high heels up against Harvey's ribs and kicked him hard so that he rolled over on his back.
His arms were pinned behind his back and his feet were held together up the air.
"You are nothing but a human toilet and I am going to use you as a toilet right now," Stephanie said as she straddled Harvey's face and began to lower her hips.
Harvey looked up at the parted lips of Stephanie's pussy and he knew what was going to happen next.
He knew that at any second a strong stream of yellow piss was going to come out of that crotch and go right into his mouth.
Stephanie realized she had to take the ball gag off. which she did quickly. Harvey kept his mouth open without being told to do so.
He would have had trouble closing his mouth at that point anyway.
It had been forced open by the ball gag for so long that his jaw was very stiff.
Stephanie began to tinkle and at first she missed Harvey's face.
The hot steaming piss splashed onto Harvey's nose, then his chin.
But Stephanie quickly readjusted her pussy's aim and found his mouth.
Harvey drank down the piss as if it was a fine imported wine.
Stephanie got down steadily lower so that by the time the last few drops were coming out of her cunt, Harvey could reach up with his tongue and catch them like snowflakes.
Stephanie got down even lower so that Harvey could continue to lick her cunt.
He thrust his tongue in and out of her fuck hole.
Harvey couldn't believe his good fortune. He couldn't believe such a beautiful woman was allowing him to eat her cunt.
"Eat me, you slime!" Stephanie shouted. "Eat my. wet pussy until I come, you little baby!"
Harvey's tongue explored Stephanie's cunt curiously.
He knew this may be one of the few opportunities he would ever have to lick the cunt of a woman that wonderful.
He was relishing every texture, every flavor, inside her quim.
He moved his tongue up to Stephanie's clit and lapped at it happily.
He had totally forgotten about the pain in his arms from lying on his handcuffs.
He did not think about how his asshole and bowels felt ravaged from the enema and the dildo.
Stephanie was crouched over Harvey's face so that she was facing the audience which watched intently.
They could see the many changes in her face as her pleasure grew.
They could see her sweet face begin to show the first signs of ecstasy.
Her clitoris was hard and erect and it hummed and buzzed with lust.
She felt as if there were a thousand bumble bees all inside her cunt at the same time.
The crowd was spellbound as they saw Stephanie start to move her head backward so that she was looking straight up.
She arched her back so far it looked like it was going to snap.
She moved with the slow grace of a ballet dancer contortionist.
Finally Stephanie let out a loud scream and her whole body shuddered.
She lowered herself even further so that her snatch was pressed tightly against Harvey's ecstatic face.
Sure he was having trouble breathing but he didn't care.
He loved to eat this woman out and he loved the way her cunt juices flowed down over her face as he gave her an orgasm.
Stephanie stood up from her crouching position without using her hands to help herself.
Her body was in great shape. She used isometrics and yoga to make sure all of the parts of her body were supple and in fine tone.
"Let's have a big hand for the slave!" Stephanie shouted.
The crowd all cheered.
Then the dark haired woman undid the handcuffs and the ankle cuff and allowed Harvey to stand up.
He worked his fingers and his toes stiffly, trying to get the blood to run back into them.
Stephanie never felt evil when she was putting a sexual submissive through such abuse.
She was always giving her victims exactly what they wanted and she knew it.
Ever since she was sixteen and had first learned the art of being a dominatrix she had always thought she was performing a service by being so cruel. Without the cruelty to drive them, the submissive is lost.
Stephanie quickly went to the back of the stage and got a collar and leash, just like one somebody would use to walk their dog.
Only the collar part was designed to wrap tightly around a man's cock and balls.
"Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me like a dog!" Stephanie ordered Harvey.
Harvey began to crawl towards her wearing the expression of an adoring pet seeing his master for the first time in ages.
"Stick your tongue out and pant like a dog!" Stephanie ordered.
Harvey let his long tongue hang loose out of his mouth like a puppy who is badly overheated.
"You are just a dog Harvey and I am going to walk you like a dog. But first I have to put the collar and leash on you. Roll over on your back!"
Harvey rolled over on his back with his hands and feet up in the air. He looked like he was begging to have his belly scratched.
Stephanie fastened the collar tightly around Harvey's cock and balls so that it caused him great pain. The leather straps dug deeply into the sack that held his balls. There was one testicle on either side of the strap.
Harvey winced and there were tears in his eyes from the pain as he looked up at the beautiful mistress.
He loved her so much. He would do anything for her.
The fact that she was paying so much attention to him made him the happiest guy in the world.
Almost the second Stephanie got the collar around his cock and balls Harvey's prick started to get hard as a rock again.
In the back of the ballroom, watching quietly, was the distinguished man in a three piece suit named MacIntyre Symms.
He was sipping champagne slowly from a crystal glass.
He looked the picture of a successful businessman.
His cool reserved demeanor seemed out of place in the wild group.
Just at that point Stephanie's dark eyes saw the man and her heart leaped.
As she strutted about the stage walking the groveling man around the stage like her pet dog she managed to maintain her persona as The Leather Nun but her mind was on the man in the back.
She wondered how the hell he had gotten into the party.
Was he still on the invitation list after all these years?
Did he bribe one of the servants? He always did have a way of getting what he wanted.
Stephanie Anne Simpson had lost her virginity to MacIntyre Symms five years before and she still had a strange feeling of affection whenever she saw him.
There was a peculiar combination of lust and nervousness she felt at that point.
Stephanie was not at all used to feeling nervous in any way.
Her act was to always be in complete control of the situation.
MacIntyre Symms almost made her feel flustered, arriving that way as a surprise to her.
She knew she would be able to regain her composure once she actually spoke to the man, but she felt like an excited teenager again.
She felt her heart pounding harder than it should and she wondered if there were some emotions left in her heart of stone.
Was it possible that she had been holding her affections back for fear they made her vulnerable?
She couldn't be sure but she knew she had to talk to MacIntyre as quickly as possible and find out what was up.
She walked Harvey around the stage a couple of times, and made him go through a series of doggie tricks. She made him sit up, roll over, play dead, lick her leg, and the crowd loved it all.
Then Stephanie kicked Harvey harshly in the ass with her high heeled shoe and proclaimed there would be a short intermission.
The crowd hummed and wondered what was up as Stephanie quickly took the collar off of Harvey's balls and ran through the adoring crowd to MacIntyre Symms, whose eyes were riveted to her.
His expression did not change as he realized he had been spotted.
He did not move as he saw Stephanie approach him, a big happy smile on her lovely face.
He just stood still, took a sip of his champagne, and waited for Stephanie to cross the entire ballroom until she was standing right in front of him, a thousand questions in her dark eyes.
"Hi, there," Stephanie said, sounding like a giggly teenager once again.
Her eyes danced as she looked at the handsome man, trying to believe that it was really him.
"Hello, I was wondering how long it would take you before you realized I was here. I figured you had a lot of things on your mind, playing hostess and all," MacIntyre said, his voice deep and even like that of an FM disc jockey.
"But what are you doing on the East Coast.
How did you know I was having a party, I mean I haven't heard from you in a long time, I mean, oh, I don't know what the hell I mean," Stephanie said and leaped into the man arms.
MacIntyre put his arms around her thin waist, feeling the black leather on his fingertips.
It had been a long time since he had held Stephanie in his arms that way.
He had almost forgotten how petite she was. She had come such a long way since he had met her five years earlier.
He wondered if he had truly been responsible for turning her into the successful dominatrix she had turned out to be.
Was she predisposed to become a sexual dominant or had he changed the course of her life forever.
MacIntyre Symms was in his mid-thirties and had just turned thirty when he met Stephanie five years before.
He was still single, but he was a good deal richer than then.
Many of his business investments had paid off like gold and he was rolling in dough these days.
Not that he had ever been poor. He was just a lot richer now.
"I bought a penthouse in Manhattan overlooking Central Park, so I've been spending a lot of time in New York. I figured it was about time I paid you a visit," MacIntyre Symms said, his deep penetrating eyes looking up and down Stephanie's perfect body.
"But how did you get in? I mean, I'm supposed to have tight security here. It's not that I wouldn't have invited you if I'd known it's just-. Oh damn! It's so good to see you again," Stephanie said. She couldn't form her sentences properly, she was so excited and she hoped for a moment that her other guests would not see her turn so quickly into a babbling fool.
"I just walked in. I heard there was a party going on so I let myself in," MacIntyre said.
Stephanie was squeezing him tightly now, pressing her big breasts flat against the vest of his suit.
"You mean there was no one watching the front door?"
"No. Not at all. Oh oh. Somebody is screwed," MacIntyre said, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smile for the first time.
"You're damn right somebody is going to get screwed. Somebody is going to get screwed royal.' "Calm down," MacIntyre said patting his hand gently in the center of Stephanie's back. "Sometimes these things are blessings in disguise. Now that I can see you and I realize that it wasn't all a dream, well, I realize you are just as lovely as I remembered you, and that makes everything all worthwhile."
"Yes," Stephanie said, looking up at the man. "Are you going to be able to stick around for a while?"
"It just so happens that I am free for the rest of the weekend."
Stephanie felt like jumping up and down for joy like a cheerleader.
But she kept her cool, because she knew many eyes were still upon her.
"That is just splendid. I'll have one of my servants prepare quarters for you upstairs and you can be my guest."
"I hope you won't put my quarters very far from yours. I was sort of hoping we could pretend, at least for the weekend, that it was the old days," MacIntyre said and Stephanie saw his eyes shining and she remembered all that had happened between them.
She remembered how influential MacIntyre Symms had been on her life.
She thought of what a wimp she would be if she never had met him.
Her heart was still pounding like crazy and for a moment she wished that she didn't have to be hostess for the huge party so she could take the man upstairs with her right there and then.
"MacIntyre, dear," Stephanie said tilting her head to one side. "Your quarters and my quarters are going to be one and the same."
MacIntyre couldn't help but laugh at the cute way Stephanie had said that.
She got up on her toes and MacIntyre bent over a bit.
They kissed for the first time in years and immediately felt the same old spark of passion they both remembered so fondly.
Stephanie thought of all the changes she had been through since she met MacIntyre as a virgin in 1975.
She remembered how she thought about life during that phase of her years.
She thought of what her goals were, and she realized she never had a real goal until she met MacIntyre Symms.
He had given her life direction and she would be eternally grateful to him for that.
What was once all a blur had been put sharply in focus by the man.
She knew she had to get back to her other guests but she did not want to leave his side.
She wanted to play all the old games he had taught her. She wanted to be a novice dominatrix again, learning how to cause pain and humiliation for the first time.
She thought of the poetry of William Blake and how painful it can be to go from an innocent to an experienced person.
She knew innocence and virginity were alike in that once they were gone they were never to return.
MacIntyre and Stephanie rolled their tongues over one another as they kissed for a long time in the back of the ballroom.
There were many raised eyebrows in the crowd. It was a tight clique of people who attended these parties and everybody knew everybody, intimately.
But no one knew the distinguished businessman, whose very presence had made their leader run off the stage and throw herself in his arms.
They felt jealous and envious of the man. Both the men and the women in the crowd wished it could be them kissing the lovely Stephanie.
And Stephanie couldn't help but let her mind slip into the past to those days near the Pacific, when everything seemed brand new.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was the summer of 1975 and the world was entrenched in a decade that was very boring.
Everyone was talking about gas rationing and the newspapers strained to find stories worthy of their front pages.
In Malibu, where Stephanie was staying with her mommy and daddy near the ocean, the weather always seemed to be perfect.
It was always hot, there was never a cloud in the sky, and the beach was the place to go.
Stephanie, of course, didn't have to get a job in the summertime. She would probably never have to get a job as long as she lived.
Sometimes the thought of a life of luxury appealed to the pretty teenager, but other times she felt as if she was facing a lifetime of boredom.
Everything she could ever possibly want would be handed to her on a silver platter and she would never have to get off her butt if she didn't want to.
Young Stephanie yearned for a challenge. She needed something to occupy her mind and her body.
Summertime was the worst. She only had to manage to get to the beach, and then she had to get home.
Other than that there was nothing to do. Stephanie had dark skin anyway, but after a few weeks in the sun, her skin became so dark brown that she was even more stunning to look at.
In those days she wore a skimpy white bikini that emphasized the darkness of her skin.
Stephanie had never had sex with a boy before. She was a virgin.
The fact was, the girl had not given the matter a lot of thought.
She lived in a private world inside herself. She had a few close friends, but she did not consider herself a social person.
A lot of the horny guys on the beach figured Stephanie was just another rich bitch, who was stuck up with her nose in the air.
Stephanie was vaguely aware of her reputation, but she knew it was just her shyness that kept her from being outgoing.
She had not yet learned to be a snob. At least not consciously so.
She figured everyone was rich like her and the ugliness of poverty had never been exposed to her.
Sure, she had seen poor people on television, but that was just television, and she never really believed it was real.
The world, she was sure, was defined most closely by Beach Boys songs.
Stephanie kept pretty much to herself as she lay on her big blanket on the beach, working hard on her tan.
Next to her ear was always a big FM radio, blasting out rock and roll music.
Sometimes, guys would build up their courage and ask if they could smear sun tan lotion on her back for her.
Stephanie would say yes, but she would call things to a halt the second the suntan lotion was on.
Stephanie's mother had told her that boys only had one thing on their minds and that she should avoid them at all costs.
Stephanie thought of boys as evil creatures who wanted to hurt her in some way.
She figured they had no real respect for her and that they were just animals.
They wanted to pop her little cherry and leave her strewn on the beach.
So the young beautiful girl was always very careful.
She made it a point to never get caught with her guard down.
All of this was very good in theory to Stephanie, but these rules her mother had given her did not take into account the ache Stephanie felt in her loins when she looked at the boys and even some of the older men on the beach wearing their tight bathing suits.
She could see the size of many of their cocks and they made her cunt get all juicy.
Sometimes she would have to go for a swim just to cool herself off a little bit.
Her throbbing pussy would get to aching so badly she would have to submerge herself in the cool salt water just to keep from going crazy.
And the problem was getting more and more severe. As she grew older the involuntary responses her body was giving to the male torso were getting harder to deal with.
Stephanie wanted to be a good girl very badly but she could tell, somewhere in her deepest self, that her days as a virgin were numbered.
She knew that the first guy who showed up looking like he had class would be too much for her guard to take.
Already she had allowed a few boys to kiss her and touch her breasts, but she had managed in all cases, in a state of panic, to throw them off before her passion could become more intense.
Stephanie was learning how to surf along with her friend Molly. Molly was a plain girl who very seldom got looked at by boys and was the perfect partner for the shy Stephanie.
Molly was flat chested and had very skinny hips, and light brown hair that became blonder as the summer went by.
Stephanie was not about to allow a man to teach her how to surf.
She was sure she would be able to teach herself without anyone's help.
She was in good physical condition, she had a good sense of balance, and she was sure there would be no problem.
After all, she had seen all of the Gidget movies, and she watched the other surfers on the beach and it looked really easy.
But Stephanie and Molly were not having the success they originally had anticipated.
Once they got out there and actually tried to stay on their boards as they skimmed along the water in front of a wave, they knew how tough it really was.
After a couple of weeks of struggling Stephanie got to the point where she could stay on her board for a little while if the wave was small, but she knew she looked clumsy and awkward as she did so.
Stephanie had figured she would be looking like the queen of the waves by that point and a bit of frustration was setting in.
Stephanie was prone to being frustrated by entities that money could not buy.
She knew there were many spiritual things in the world that could be very gratifying, but she was afraid of them because she was so used to getting things more or less for free.
With a spiritual sense, or an athletic skill, Stephanie had to pay with her soul and her body, and that was just something that intimidated her.
She realized there was a part of her that was missing.
When people grow up striving for things they can't have, they develope a toughness and an ability to cope.
Stephanie was painfully without defense mechanisms. If she couldn't have something right away, she felt hurt and often gave up.
In fact, on that velvet afternoon when she met MacIntyre Symms, she was about to give up her quest to be a surfer.
Stephanie and Molly were laying next to each other with their surfboards stuck upright in the sand next to their blanket.
The radio was playing "Surfin' U.S.A." by the Beach Boys and Stephanie felt like she was going to cry.
She looked out at the blue ocean and she saw a big wave approaching the shore.
And on top of that big wave was a handsome man hanging ten and looking very cool.
"Oh Molly," Stephanie sighed. "When will I ever be able to surf like him. Just look at him! He makes it look so easy."
"Why don't you ask him for lessons. All of the guys around here seem more than willing to help you but you always shut their gas off," Molly said, rolling over on her back so her tan would be even on all sides.
"Why don't you ask him? I don't see you going up to any guys either," Stephanie said, lighting a cigarette, inhaling, and blowing a thick cloud of smoke toward the ocean.
"Steffie! Be realistic! You know the guys like you a lot better than they like me. You are the one that should be having a good time with them. It's natural. Young males and females are supposed to talk to one another. Don't you get hot for them even a little bit?"
"Of course I do, silly. It's just that I get very nervous. I guess I'm just spoiled. I don't know how to go out and get something. Everything has always been given to me."
"I sort of suspect you don't have to go out and get anything. They will come to you. You just have to learn to be nice and quit acting like a rich bitch."
"That's not a very nice thing to say Molly!" Stephanie said sharply.
"Well, it's true. I don't see how you ever plan to learn to surf and be happy and have boyfriends if you continue to treat the guys like a snobby prick-tease."
"Molly! I'm shocked! I can't believe you are talking this way to me."
"I'm sorry if I offended you, Stef. It needed to be said."
"I guess you're right. I'm going to have to learn to be nice to the fellas if I ever expect them to be nice to me."
"Exactly. You don't have to be sugar sweet or anything. Just be civil! My God, they arc all panting for you. You could have them kneeling at your feet if you wanted. You just have to make them feel like men."
"How do you know so much about it? Have you ever been with a man, you know, have sex and stuff?"
"Oh no, but then again I'm not exactly the hot number you are."
Stephanie looked at her friend closely and then down at herself and she realized that this was true.
Stephanie decided she was going to ask the handsome man who surfed so well to teach her how.
It was a big moment for the teenager and she was very, very nervous.
Her heart was pounding. Not only was the man handsome, but he surfed well.
She hoped as she approached him on the beach that he was as charming as he looked like he would be.
MacIntyre was soaking wet from his surf and was lying on his back in the sand with his arm around his board catching his breath.
He looked up and he saw the petite dark haired girl looking down at him with a tentative smile on her face.
He immediately thought that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
MacIntyre had been plagued from birth by a very special sexual problem.
He needed pain before he could become sexually aroused and this greatly inhibited him when it came to girls.
He was already thirty years old and his sex life had been one frustration after another.
He would get to the point where he would have to ask girls to hurt him so he could get an erection, and they would think he was weird and leave.
After a while he tried to force pussy out of his mind.
He figured he would never find a girl who was willing to go through what was needed to sexually satisfy him.
But when he saw Stephanie, he could feel his heart pick up the pace of its beat, and he knew he was going to have to try once again.
He smiled charmingly and squinted up into the sun so he could see her fine body more clearly.
"Hi there, sweetie," he said with a smile. "What can I do for you?"
"I've been trying to learn how to surf and I'm not having a whole lot of luck. I was wondering if you might be able to give me a few pointers."
MacIntyre Symms quickly stood up. He was a foot taller than the girl and he looked down at her as he spoke.
"Sure, no sweat. Why don't we go out together on my board and I'll show you how to keep your balance as you turn the board.
The reason most beginners have problems is that they insist on heading straight for shore instead of going with the wave."
Stephanie heard most of what he said but her attention was focused on his skimpy blue bathing suit.
The material of the suit was very thin and did nothing to hide the size of the man's cock and balls. His prick hung down low in front of him and his balls looked like a grapefruit which stretched his suit tight.
Stephanie could immediately feel the juice's start to flow in her pussy and she blushed as she realized she had been staring at his crotch.
They went out together on his board and caught a wave. He stood very close behind her as they rode on the surfboard toward the shore.
He had his hands on her waist and his hips were pressed tightly against her ass.
She could feel his cock become firmer as they rode masterfully together and fell laughing into the water near the shore.
They spent the rest of the afternoon together and Stephanie immediately showed signs of improvement.
Molly saw what was happening, packed up her stuff and went home feeling abandoned.
The beaches emptied as the sun got low over the ocean and MacIntyre and Stephanie were hitting it off marvelously.
The man had not turned into an octopus like Stephanie had figured he would and he had not even tried to kiss her.
He treated her like a real lady and Stephanie had never felt so hot for anyone in her whole life.
She knew her folks would not worry if she didn't make it home for dinner.
During the summer it was common for Stephanie to stay out after dark and hang out with Molly somewhere.
Stephanie's parents would never suspect she was with a man.
It was dusk and MacIntyre and Stephanie were very tired in a nice sort of way from a full day of sun and surfing.
They lay together on MacIntyre's blanket and told each other the stories of their life.
MacIntyre told Stephanie all about how he was into real estate, how his father had left him the business, and how he was going to really make a name for himself someday.
Stephanie told MacIntyre that she was a naive teenager whose daddy was very rich. She told him how much she wanted to learn about the things in life that money couldn't buy, but that she was scared.
"Would you like to kiss me, MacIntyre?" Stephanie asked him as the sky got darker and the beach slowly became theirs alone.
It had taken all of her courage to ask him that question and she hadn't anticipated he would pause so long before giving her his answer.
He looked away from her for a long time and stared out at the ocean.
He didn't want to wait for a crucial moment to tell her his secret.
He decided he would get the most painful confession out of the way.
He would let her know about his pain factor before things went any further.
It was the only was he could avoid getting hurt. He took a deep breath.
"Stephanie, dear, I think you are about the sweetest girl I have ever met in my life and I would love to make love to you right here on the blanket listening to the roar of the ocean and smelling the salt in the air."
Stephanie purred and put her head on his chest, and looked up at him. No man had ever spoken to her that way before and it only firmed up her emerging belief that sex was good and natural.
"There is only one problem, Stef," MacIntyre said looking down at her a little sadly. "I have a sexual problem, and if you wanted to make it with me you would have to be very patient and do some things you might not want to do."
Stephanie frowned, thought about that for a second, and then smiled at him.
"I'll do whatever it takes, MacIntyre. I have been a virgin for a long time and you will have to be patient with me too. We can take care of each other.' "Maybe you had better wait until you hear everything I have to say before you commit yourself, sweetness. I'll be blunt. I have to experience physical pain before I can become sexually aroused. My heart lusts after you very badly, but my body won't respond, if you know what I mean, unless you hurt me."
"Hurt you? Is that a common problem. I've never heard of anyone like that before, but then again, I told you, I don't know very much about stuff like this."
"I don't know if it is common or not. I just know that it has been tormenting me for years and sometimes I think I will never be able to truly love. I wouldn't blame you if you got up and went home right now.' But Stephanie just snuggled up closer to him and kissed his bare chest.
"I'll hurt you, MacIntyre. I'll hurt you as much as you want me to. If that's the only way you can feel pleasure, then who am I to deny that to you."
MacIntyre couldn't believe his ears. He had found a perfect girl.
"But I don't know how to go about it," Stephanie said. "You taught me how to surf better. You are a good teacher. I'm sure you can teach me how to be your lover too."
They were completely alone on the dark beach and the only light was provided by a full moon.
"Let's get naked," MacIntyre said, and quickly pulled off his swimming trunks.
It was the first time Stephanie had ever seen a man's penis. It was not hard, but it was still very big.
Stephanie wondered how a big thing like that could fit inside little old her.
But she knew nature had a way of taking care of things like that. Her pussy was very wet and slippery and she knew that was part of the solution.
Stephanie reached behind her and undid the top of her bikini.
She took it off and MacIntyre got his first glimpse of those magic breasts in the moonlight.
Stephanie slipped off her bikini bottoms and she was naked for the first time in front of a man.
It felt good and natural and free and she had never been hornier in her life.
She would do anything so MacIntyre could get an erection. Anything.
"Stephanie, I want you to grab my nipple and twist it as hard as you can," MacIntyre said. "That will cause me a great deal of pain."
The young girl was very nervous and she could see her hand shaking as she reached out to grab his nipple.
She twisted it like she was taking the cap off a bottle of beer and MacIntyre howled in agony.
At first Stephanie felt that she should stop her twisting.
She heard his scream and figured that this was not what she had in mind at all.
But then she looked down at MacIntyre's crotch and she changed her tune.
His penis was starting to move and pulsate between his thighs.
The blood was quickly flowing into it and it was becoming erect.
As it got bigger Stephanie had to gasp for air. She had no idea how large his hard on was going to get.
She realized that the pain she was causing him was also giving him great pleasure.
CHAPTER FIVE
Stephanie began to feel intoxicated by the moment.
The roar of the sea and the smell of the night air made her lose control of herself.
She looked down at MacIntyre's hard on and she knew that having sex with him was going to be very good.
She didn't even mind causing him pain like she thought she would at first.
In fact she loved doing it, because she knew she was making him feel like a real man for the first time in a long while.
"Stephanie, I want you to order me around like I am your slave. I want you to be my master and order me to fuck you," MacIntyre said quite sincerely.
At first Stephanie was amused by this request and she smiled a little in spite of herself.
But she quickly realized that it was no joke, so she set about being MacIntyre's master. She was going to force him to be her first lover.
Stephanie thought about how far she had come so quickly and for the first time she realized all of the time she had been wasting by putting off the other men and boys who had approached her.
She realized the power she held within her, within her lovely body, and she was getting her first. taste of how she could use that power to her own advantage.
"Okay, slave!" Stephanie said, trying to wipe the grin off her face. "I am going to lie on my back on the blanket with my legs open. I want you to lick my virgin pussy until I have an orgasm."
"Would you like me to do it roughly or gently, Mistress Stephanie?"
"I don't remember giving you permission to speak, slave, but since you ask, I would like you to do it very, very gently and slowly. This is the first time anyone has ever done this to me and I want the moment to last."
Stephanie was catching onto her role as dominatrix very quickly.
MacIntyre was pleased. He could tell she was a natural.
He could tell she had spent a lifetime getting what she wanted.
Being his sexual master was a natural outgrowth of that.
Stephanie lay back and opened her legs far apart, raising her knees a little.
She had never felt so nervous and excited in all of her life.
She could feel the moisture in her cunt and she could tell how swollen the lips of her pussy were.
She had masturbated in the past at night alone in her room.
But the tension she felt before orgasm while playing with herself had been slight compared to the passion she felt at that moment.
She had to keep in mind that she had to maintain complete control over the situation.
She had figured out much of the psychology involved in her moonlit tryst, and she knew that she had to dominate MacIntyre fully or he would not be able to love her like she wanted him to.
"Okay slave! Lick it!" she said with an angry frown on her face.
The control she had was starting to go to her head, and she was being transformed into the cruel woman who would lead a pack of kinky friends through many orgies years later.
MacIntyre got on his belly so that his head was between Stephanie's smooth dark thighs.
The contrast between her tanned skin and her untanned skin where her bikini had been was obvious in the moonlight.
He gently kissed Stephanie's thighs and the young girl gasped for air.
She had never known how sensitive the flesh on the inside of her thighs could be.
MacIntyre could clearly see the swollen parted lips of Stephanie's virgin cunt and he could smell the musky odor of her womanhood drifting into his nose from her soupy twat.
He kissed his way up her thighs until his nose was buried in the black pubic hair above her snatch.
He touched the tip of his tongue lightly to her vaginal lips.
Stephanie's whole body shuddered as she felt that first intimate contact.
She once again though about the years of sexuality she had wasted.
She wanted the night to last forever and she could think of nothing but MacIntyre's hot breath of her hyper-sensitive cunt.
MacIntyre began to run the tip of his tongue all around the outside of Stephanie's sweet pussy.
All of the muscles in the little girl's body went taut and she parted her legs even further so his tongue would be able to reach the boiling honey pot between those lips.
"You are doing very well, slave. Keep it up. You will be rewarded dearly if you do it well," Stephanie said, her voice a little shaky from the new and intense lust she was feeling.
"I will do whatever I can to please you. I promise, oh master of my cock," MacIntyre said, taking his mouth away from her cunt for a moment to speak.
"Shut up and lick it!" Stephanie said. She grabbed MacIntyre by the ear and pulled his face into her open crotch.
He loved to be treated that way and he began to probe the inside of her pussy with his long hot wet tongue.
Stephanie began to moan deeply as the sensations rippled up her spine and thrilled her boggled mind.
So much had happened so quickly and she could no longer control her actions.
She wanted to abuse this man so he could love her completely.
She wanted him to worship her as if she was a goddess.
She knew that they were perfect for each other. His capacity to be abused was equal to her capacity for being cruel.
MacIntyre plunged his tongue deep into her cunt hole, pressing tightly against the thin membrane that protected her virginity.
MacIntyre knew how to treat a dominant woman very nicely.
He was good at giving women the pleasure they craved so deeply.
Stephanie's mouth was wide open and her eyes were shut tightly.
She could no longer give him orders like a master should.
He would have to ad lib without her at least until she had an orgasm to relieve the intense sexual pressure.
MacIntyre was doing exactly as he was told. He was increasing the pressure on her cunt slowly with his tongue so she would rise gradually to orgasm.
He wanted to keep her at the very edge of climax for as long as possible.
He knew the release would be more spectacular if he made her wait for it.
He wanted her to love him badly because he knew she could give him the domination he craved.
Finally, after Stephanie thought he would never do it, MacIntyre worked his tongue up onto her clitoris.
Stephanie let out a scream of pleasure that filled the nighttime salty air.
He worked his tongue slowly over that little bud, rolling it in all directions with a circular motion.
Stephanie put her long fingernails deep into MacIntyre's hair and pressed his face tight against her cunt.
He pressed hard on her clit with the tip of his taster and she came with a great explosion.
"Oh my God! I'm coming! I'm coming! It's never been like this-ohhhh!" Stephanie screamed, not caring who would hear her.
Her hips bucked upward and MacIntyre had to hold her thighs tightly to keep his tongue on the right place.
Stephanie thrashed her head from side to side as great pulses of joy made her body convulse blissfully.
When Stephanie's body stopped jerking she lay still and moaned.
She put both of her hands over her cunt and pressed down, as if she didn't want the afterglow to leak out onto the blanket.
MacIntyre looked at her adoringly, awaiting further instructions.
He got up on his knees and remained quiet like a good slave.
Stephanie knew very well what she wanted to do at that point.
Slave or not, she thought he deserved the same amount of pleasure he had given her.
She quickly regained her composure as she saw how helpless MacIntyre was without being dominated.
"Okay slave," she said harshly. "I want you to lay back now. I am going to force you to let me blow you. I am going to suck your cock and I am going to drink your come."
Stephanie had never talked dirty like that before and it pleased her to hear herself speak those words.
Stephanie wanted to learn everything there was to know about sex right away.
She didn't want to go through the same frustration over her own sexuality as she had with surfing.
She wanted to be very good at it from the very start. She believed she was above having to go through a novice period.
It had not occurred to her that having her cherry popped might be painful.
Her body was not only telling her that sex was good, it was telling her that it was necessary.
MacIntyre nodded solemnly to his new mistress and got on his back on the blanket.
Stephanie decided he needed a little pain to keep him excited.
She slapped him hard across the face three times as hard as she could.
"Now I want you to remain perfectly still while I do this. You realize you will be punished for disobeying me!"
MacIntyre merely nodded. He could feel his penis reacting to the harsh tone in her voice.
Stephanie could still feel the glow in her cunt from MacIntyre's tongue as she got down between his legs and got her first close up look at his hard thick cock.
She touched it very gently with her fingertips and thrilled as it leaped.
She was still amazed at its size and she couldn't conceive of such a big rod making it all the way inside her.
But she wanted to taste it. She wanted to suck on it.
MacIntyre could tell that Stephanie had a future in being a sexual dominant.
If this was really the first time she had done all of this he was amazed at how good she was.
A young couple holding hands were strolling down by the water.
They saw MacIntyre and Stephanie nude together up on the beach.
They giggled a little, excused themselves and quickly moved on embarrassed.
The stars were out and MacIntyre could see the big dipper as he looked upward.
Stephanie lay flat on her stomach so that her breasts were pressed flat against the blanket.
She put her hand under MacIntyre's balls and lifted them up so she could kiss them.
She showered his balls with tiny peck kisses and held the stalk of his cock firmly in the palm of her hand.
She did not care if anybody saw what they were doing. She didn't care if the whole world could see her making love.
In fact, she wished Molly had been there so she could see how completely Stephanie had taken her advice.
She gently kissed the very tip of MacIntyre's cock. She had told him to stay perfectly still and he was concentrating on not writhing about as his instincts told him to.
She tried to figure out how far she would have to open her mouth to get his cock inside.
She knew it was going to be a tight squeeze. Her lips would have to stretch to get his glans inside.
She opened her mouth as far as it would go and put it over the head of MacIntyre's steaming tool.
Luckily, she had gone to one of those hot, triple X-rated movie with Molly once so she had a pretty good idea of how to give a blow-job.
The women in the movie had not just sucked on the head of the guy's cock, but has taken the whole thing inside, jamming it deep down into their throat.
Stephanie thought doing that would make her gag but she decided to give it a try anyway.
She had all of MacIntyre's purple head in her mouth and she was rolling her tongue over it.
MacIntyre had his head back and he shut his eyes. It had been so long since a girl had not dismissed him as a freak and left him for a "normal" lover.
It had been so long since he had found someone who was willing to dominate him completely.
He could tell it wouldn't be very long before his come would be shooting into Stephanie's mouth.
Stephanie took a deep breath and prepared to drive her head down on MacIntyre's prick.
She concentrated on relaxing her throat so that she would not gag in the process.
MacIntyre had not expected the little girl to deep throat him.
When he felt his long thick cock go all the way into her mouth he let out a sharp cry of pleasure.
Stephanie made a couple of gagging noises but she got it together after a few moments and could take his cock to the hilt without any discomfort.
MacIntyre remained perfectly still as he had been told and he let the little girl do all of the work.
He watched her black-haired head bobbing up and down and he could feel the instantly talented muscles in her throat toying with his bursting prick.
He felt the come swirling in his balls and he knew orgasm was only a few precious seconds away.
Then came the eruption! Great gobs of semen spurted forth and Stephanie drank it down, curious about how hot it would be, what it would taste like, and how much come she would have to swallow.
She was pleased with the answer to all three questions.
She found MacIntyre's come to be very pleasant on her tongue.
It was hot and salty and she had no trouble sucking every drop out of him.
MacIntyre moaned a desperate moan and he moved his hips slightly at the very moment of orgasm.
Stephanie licked the last ball of come that had beaded up, off the little hole at the tip of his prick.
Stephanie could tell the most important moment of all was about to happen.
She knew that her days as a virgin had come to an end and she was about to have her bothersome cherry popped.
"Okay, slave, you drooling scum! I want to see you get that cock hard again right away so you can fuck me!"
"But Mistress Stephanie, I need a few moments to recharge. You just sucked me dry with your masterful throat."
"I don't give a shit about that. I want you hard, and I want you hard now. Your master wants you to pop her cherry and you are in no position to turn me down."
"I'm not saying I don't want to. I'm saying I can't."
"Then you are telling me you refuse to get an erection; Is that it?"
MacIntyre looked very sad and Stephanie thought she saw tears in his eyes.
Yet the tone of her voice as she treated him like scum was having an effect and Stephanie thought she saw his flaccid cock twitch a little bit.
Stephanie grabbed his twitching penis and gave it a yank like she thought she could pull the thing right off.
MacIntyre howled with the agony that act caused him. Yet, his cock started to get hard.
"You see, you impotent fool. I told you, you could, but you didn't listen to me!"
"I'm sorry Mistress Stephanie. I can see I was wrong. I will get an erection and fuck you for the first time just as you requested."
"That," Stephanie said giving one more yank on his now hard cock, "is better." "I can feel the desire growing inside of me again, oh master of my prick. I want to fuck you more than anything in the world now."
"Good. Good. I will get on my back and you will mount me. I want you to fuck me very hard and very long and make me come many times."
Stephanie's whole conception of sex was based on the one hardcore sex movie she had seen with Molly. She thought that hammering away was the thing to do. She had no idea how unprepared her cunt was for that kind of fuck.
"But I don't want to hurt you. I know you are a virgin."
Stephanie got on her back and spread her legs wide open so MacIntyre could get his cock in her cunt.
Her heart felt like it was going to pop out of her chest.
She had never been this excited over anything. At last she was going to get something valuable that didn't come directly from her daddy's wallet.
MacIntyre lay on top of her and Stephanie thrilled as his weight pressed down She could feel his erection pinned between their bellies as he kissed her on the lips.
Her mouth parted and they touched their wet hot tongues together.
Stephanie could feel her cunt juices flowing out of control.
They spilled out of her pussy and down over her smooth bronze thighs.
MacIntyre reached down and took his stiff cock in his hand.
He placed the head between the swollen outer lips of Stephanie's pussy.
Stephanie moved her hips upward a little bit so MacIntyre would know it was okay to thrust into her.
MacIntyre wanted to enter her slowly so he would not cause her as much pain.
But he had been ordered to do otherwise and he could never disobey an order by a sexual dominatrix.
He thrust down with his hips and Stephanie's hungry cunt gave way to his rod.
He popped her cherry violently and sunk his shaft deep into her unused vagina.
Stephanie felt her hymen get torn asunder under the force of the big man's thrust and she let out a scream of pain.
She could feel a drop of blood coming out of her cunt and rolling all hot and sticky down her thigh.
She had no idea what being fucked was going to feel like and the pain came as a startling surprise.
But as soon as the pain hit, it was gone, and the flood of cunt juices set about soothing her wound and lubricating her hole for the vicious fuck.
Stephanie was amazed at how deeply MacIntyre's cock had gone into her so suddenly.
The tip of his prick went way up into her womb with the initial penetration.
There was a tear on Stephanie's cheek, as she screamed for the man to fuck her.
He drew his cock out very slowly until just the head remained inside.
Then he plunged it back in and Stephanie puffed as if all the air had been forced out of her lungs.
His hands were on her plentiful breasts as he began to work his penis in and out of her amazingly tight quim.
Stephanie could feel the ball of pleasure forming somewhere deep inside of her.
He was stroking her in places she didn't even know she had.
His cock was so thick it rubbed directly against her clitoris as he moved it in and out with increasing rapidity.
Stephanie raised her legs up and wrapped them around the older man's back.
She squeezed him with her thighs and groaned with ecstasy.
CHAPTER SIX
Stephanie would remember that night on the beach for as long as she lived.
Her body was satisfied fully that night. MacIntyre had given her many orgasms before he had come in her womb.
She had cried out for her mother, and she had cried out for the Lord, as she felt her body turning into liquid fire beneath his long thick cock.
But that was far from the last time she ever saw MacIntyre.
They would see each other often during that summer. And Stephanie would learn many things.
Stephanie was a little torn by the relationship. She wanted to fall in love with MacIntyre but she could not respect him because of the pain he needed to feel pleasure.
She figured having complete power over him was a lot of fun, but her heart could not go out to him the way she wanted it to.
After that first session of super hot sex on the beach, MacIntyre had given Stephanie a shopping list of things she should buy if she wanted to learn the finer points of being a dominatrix.
He even told her the shop to go to in downtown Los Angeles, where all of the S and M equipment was available.
Stephanie could see that her days as a shy teenager who was a little afraid of boys were over.
She was a full-fledged woman now and she would have to behave as such.
She stopped seeing Molly all together and they were no longer friends after that.
Molly considered her rejection as inevitable and took it very well.
Stephanie went to the shop MacIntyre had told her about and bought all sorts of leather costumes, dildos, and water sports paraphernalia.
They met in his beachside bungalow for the next phase in Stephanie's training.
It was there that Stephanie learned many of the techniques in torture and humiliation that she still used on her servants and her guests in her Westchester County mansion.
When Stephanie showed up at MacIntyre's front door carrying a bag full of S and M equipment he was thrilled and overjoyed.
He still was having trouble believing he had found a girl who was willing to subject him to the kind of pain he needed to get off.
And she wasn't just any girl, she was the prettiest doll he'd ever seen.
He answered the door wearing nothing but his bathrobe and invited the little girl inside.
"Did you buy the whips like I asked you?"
"U huh. I got both the riding crop and the cat o' nine tails, just like on your shopping list."
"Are you sure you don't mind doing this? I mean it doesn't seem right that I should take a sweet innocent teenager and turn her into a strutting bitch just so I can get a hard on."
Stephanie threw back her head and laughed.
"I don't think you have to feel guilty about that. I am getting paid back for my trouble ten fold by your wonderful prick. Besides, I think I'm going to like beating the shit out of you. I don't think you changed me as much as you think you did. I think you just showed me a part of yourself that I didn't know was there before. I mean, if I wasn't supposed to be a dominatrix all along, I probably wouldn't have caught on to how to do it so quickly."
MacIntyre had to admit there was a lot of sense to what the little girl said.
He decided to stop feeling guilty and enjoy the little girl while he had her.
He knew sixteen year old girls have fickle hearts and short attention spans.
He would never be able to keep her forever, and though that made him sad, he decided to enjoy the bliss of her presence while she was there.
Stephanie went right to work. She had MacIntyre take off his bathrobe so he was nude and then she pulled a rubber mask out of her bag and slipped it over his head.
The mask did not have holes for the eyes or the nose and had just one hole over the mouth so MacIntyre could breath and use his tongue if he was called upon to do so.
Stephanie ordered him on his hands and knees in the middle of the living room floor.
She then took off her clothes and put on a black latex outfit she had chosen from the rack in L.A.
It consisted of two straps which crossed between her breasts and lifted them on top, and a pair of thin black latex stockings that were attached to a black garter belt.
Of course she wore black spike high heels. These were to become one of her many trademarks when she got to be a well known dominatrix.
Stephanie still had no idea how her talent as a bitch was going to make her a powerful social force.
All she knew at that point was that she was having fun, MacIntyre was having fun, and they were both having great sex together.
She thought it was a little funny that she waited until she had put MacIntyre's blind mask on before she donned her costume, but she figured he would get a chance to see her dressed in her role sooner or later.
She had already figured out that her favorite toy was the riding crop.
She felt like some kind of Nazi as she slapped her palm sharply with the horse whip and she thought she looked very tough and cool carrying the thing under her arm as she strutted on her tall high heels.
She walked around MacIntyre a few times stomping her feet so he would know where she was.
She circled him entirely like a cat circling its trapped prey.
"I am going to beat your ass with this riding crop," Stephanie announced slapping her palm so MacIntyre could hear. "When I am done with you your ass is going to be so red that the fireman are going to have to show up to put it out."
MacIntyre could feel his cock getting hard as she spoke.
Stephanie took the very tip of the riding crop and ran it up and down inside the crack of MacIntyre's ass.
She found his tight bum hole with the tip and plunged the thing inside a couple of inches.
MacIntyre arched his back and gave a cry of pain out of his tight mask.
Stephanie pulled the crop out and hit MacIntyre hard in the ass with it.
She beat him repeatedly across the ass and the back of the thighs with the horse whip, until the flesh there was striped with angry looking welts.
"Oh yes, beat me, Mistress Stephanie. Beat me as hard as you can! Beat me until I am raw!"
Stephanie stood so she could see the handsome man's cock as she smacked his bare buttocks.
With each strike of the stiff whip his cock leaped up and slapped him in the belly.
The young girl thought this was amusing. She didn't stop beating his butt until she was afraid he was going to start bleeding.
"Have you ever been fucked up the ass before, slave?"
"No, but I've always wanted to be. I could never find anyone who was willing to do it before," MacIntyre said. He could see nothing and he was not aware of the face that Stephanie had already snapped the dildo on in front of her cunt and was positioning herself behind him to give it to him good.
Stephanie thought it felt funny to wear a fake cock like that.
Somehow it made her feel a lot more powerful when she was wearing a dildo.
She knew how strong and influential men must feel because they are always wearing a cock.
"Spread your knees further apart!" she ordered, as she got on her knees behind the man.
MacIntyre moved his knees further apart and he could feel the tip of the relentless dildo pushing between the cheeks of his ass.
Stephanie reached down and "pulled those hard buttocks apart cruelly so the skin in the crack was stretched tight.
She was learning quickly how it felt to be a man.
Stephanie knew that she could do a lot of damage to a virgin asshole with such a hard thick and long dildo, so she took pity on her slave and decided to enter him slowly.
She remembered all too well how ignorant she had been when she had ordered MacIntyre to bust her cherry violently, and how much that had hurt.
MacIntyre had done nothing bad to her and she wanted to do this to him as gently as possible.
It would hurt enough to get him off anyway. She would not have to be vicious to inflict the proper amount of pain.
She pressed forward with her hips and she felt the small ring of muscle around MacIntyre's asshole begin to stretch as she pushed her way inside.
MacIntyre arched his back and began to moan.
Stephanie could tell she was hurting him by the way his body lathered up into a thick layer of sweat.
She continued to push until the dildo was all the way into him.
For MacIntyre the agony was complete and he felt like the pain was going to make him climax at any second.
As Stephanie began to work the dildo in and out of his ass, and his muscles relaxed so that she could move it inside him with greater ease, she reached under his body and began to jack him off.
With one hand she tugged on his cock, with the other she masturbated herself, and she fucked him the whole time.
They came together with a duet of blissful moans.
After she pulled the dildo out of his ass he could still feel the burning from the whip and the fucking.
Stephanie pulled off his mask so he could see the latex outfit she was wearing.
He thought she looked beautiful. He loved the way the straps around her breasts made her nipples point even more upward than they did naturally.
And he loved the way she looked in those black high heels.
Stephanie allowed MacIntyre to fuck her at that point. She got on her hands and knees and let him mount her from the rear.
More than anything else Stephanie wanted to know how it felt to be fucked in the ass.
It was something that MacIntyre and Stephanie could learn about on the same day.
MacIntyre seemed to enjoy it very much and Stephanie had to know how it felt.
It was the only hole left that the handsome man had not violated.
So she ordered MacIntyre to take her there, this time making it clear that she wanted the initial penetration to be very slow.
She told MacIntyre to use the slippery juices from her cunt to lubricate her nether eye so he would slip into her more easily.
She lay on her back and stuck her legs straight up in the air.
She pointed her toes at the ceiling of MacIntyre's living room.
She looked like she was forming a perfect "V" with her legs.
MacIntyre worked three fingers into her cunt so that when he pulled them out they were covered with her fuck jelly.
He then smeared the slippery stuff all over the outside of her asshole and pushed some of it inside the tiny orifice.
He repeated this process several times until the entrance to her anus was very wet and sticky.
He then smeared her cunt juices all over his cock so it was wet and shiny.
He was going to mount her from the front. Her weight was on the small of her back and she gasped as he got on top of her and positioned his once again throbbing prick directly over the tight little hole which was to be his target.
"Fuck me, slave. Fuck me in the ass until I come!" Stephanie shouted.
The tingling of anticipation in her asshole was incredible and she imagined how good it was going to feel when he started to push his magic dong inside.
She felt so used, so dirty, and so good. She was the female form of the devil and there was no carnal sin she wouldn't know.
She had forgotten completely about her yearning to surf.
That seemed incredibly childish to her now. She knew the pleasures sex could give her and she wanted to dedicate her life to her own prurient interests.
He began to stuff his cock up her tight asshole very slowly.
He did it just the way she wanted him to. He made her feel every inch of his prick as he slowly and steadily impaled her.
She knew there would be pain at First and there was. Her virgin ass had never been stretched that way before.
But soon her muscles relaxed and she could squeeze down on his thick phallus so that they each got extraordinary pleasure.
But this was not the end of Stephanie's sexual education.
Even though she had been fucked in the mouth, and the cunt, and the ass, she was not satisfied.
She wanted to know how it felt to get fucked in all three at the same time.
And that was the last thought she had before she burst into ecstatic orgasm.
CHAPTER SEVEN
During the summer of 1975 MacIntyre Symms belonged to an exclusive country club, where he played a lot of tennis and golf.
It was a very elite club for rich men and women, and the membership had remained small over the years.
Many applications for admission were turned down because the applicant "wasn't the right sort of person" for the club.
It was a place where the bored socialites would go, sip drinks, and discuss their intimate lives candidly.
Among the subjects that often came up was sex.
MacIntyre had admitted his problem to the folks at the club bar during a session of heavy drinking.
During that same session two other members of the club, Nathan Versace and Keith Brenner had said, that though they could get off without pain, they found great pleasure in being sexual submissives.
MacIntyre thought it was great that he was not alone. He figured his sexual deviation might be more common than he had anticipated.
He guessed that in a world filled with pressures, where men are often called upon to take great responsibilities and make great decisions, it would be common, for men to want to throw away all responsibility for their actions when it came to their sex lives.
What a sexual submissive did, when you got to the bottom line, was hand over all of the initiative to a feminine partner, thus relieving himself of any of the strains he associated with his business life.
MacIntyre reasoned correctly that sexual submissives were more common among successful businessmen who were otherwise very authoritative in their business lives.
By the end of the summer, late August, Stephanie was buying clothes and notepads for her senior year in high school.
It had been a magic summer for Stephanie and she had learned a lot that would affect her for the rest of her life.
She felt as if this was the summer in which she bloomed into a woman.
She had become sexually active, even kinky, although she had only fucked one man.
Before she settled down to life at her high school, where the kids were going to seem just as immature and silly as they had the year before, Stephanie wanted to know what being made love to by three men at the same time was like.
She told MacIntyre shyly about her fantasy and he smiled at her.
"I think I have the solution to your problem. I have two friend down at the club who told me over a few drinks that they enjoy the same kind of sex I do. And from what they said I got the impression they like a lot of it. How would you like it if I set something up between you and the three of us? I'm sure they will love the idea. Once they get a look at how beautiful you are they will want to be abused by you until the cows come home."
Stephanie was so thrilled. She clapped her hands in front of her breasts and leaped a little into the air.
"But where will we do it?" Stephanie asked. "I want to do it someplace special."
MacIntyre had the perfect solution for that one as well.
"I'll tell you what, if my friends Nathan and Keith go for it, and I'm sure they will, I will book a suite for us at the Pink Flamingo Hotel down on the strip. I've heard a lot of nice things about the place from folks at the club who have been there. I heard it is very plush, the rooms are kept spotlessly clean, and they have waterbeds. "Waterbed?" Stephanie said excitedly. "I bet it would be great to make it on a waterbed!"
MacIntyre grinned at her and slipped his arm around her slim waist.
"And not only that," he whispered in her ear. "But they have dirty movies of closed circuit television and they have mirrors on the ceiling."
Well, that was all Stephanie had to hear and she knew she was totally in favor of the idea. It would be a great way to end a long wonderful summer!
MacIntyre made the arrangements with the hotel and his friends and a date was set for the day before Labor Day.
Stephanie thought it would be neat to go to her first orgy on a Sunday.
It made the whole thing seem a lot naughtier to her.
And that, in turn, made it a lot more exciting. They were to have the room for a solid twenty-four hours, from ten Sunday morning to ten Monday morning.
Stephanie told her mother that she was going to be spending the night at Molly's and no questions were asked. The Simpson's had not noticed that they hadn't seen much of Molly lately.
The Pink Flamingo had quite a reputation among the all-knowing elite in Southern California.
It was known as the place to go for strange and weird sex kicks.
Stephanie went through her dominatrix closet and picked out a perfect costume for the orgy.
She was going to wear long black gloves that fit tight on her forearm and went all the way up to her elbow.
On the top of her body she was going to wear a Skin tight black leather blouse with two big holes cut in the front so her breasts would be exposed and stick out.
The bottom of the leather piece of apparel turned into a garter belt which would of course be attached to black stockings with a seam up the back.
Naturally she would wear her black high heels. She had already decided that she would never play the role of a dominatrix without wearing those shoes.
There was just something about the sharp spikes on those shoes that made her feel wonderfully evil and willing to give the submissive men the abuse they needed to adore her and get off on her.
And naturally, they got her off better too. Stephanie was psyched.
Stephanie packed up the leather costume in an overnight bag along with a toothbrush and other things for a young lady to freshen up, and pretended she was heading for Molly's. It was bright and early on a Sunday morning and the folks in Southern California were lazily reading their Sunday papers and talking about when the rain was going to come.
Stephanie met MacIntyre at a predetermined spot down the street from her house.
When she got to the spot MacIntyre Symms was there already and waiting for her.
He sat in the driver seat of his red Alpha Romeo convertible with the top down.
She grinned at him and climbed into the shotgun seat.
MacIntyre liked to drive like a maniac. This was common in Southern California, especially among those who did not have to fear the law because of their wealth.
They zoomed through the many freeways of the cosmopolitan area and were soon parking in an underground lot near the hotel.
Stephanie had to admit to herself that she was a little nervous.
She had no idea what these two strange men looked like.
She didn't know if she would be sexually attracted to them.
She wondered if she would be able to fuck them even if they were real dogs.
As it turned out she had nothing to worry about. She found both Nathan and Keith to be exceptionally attractive people.
She felt confident the whole thing was going to work out fine the second she saw them.
Stephanie and MacIntyre were the first to arrive at the hotel suite that MacIntyre had rented, and Nathan and Keith joined them fifteen minutes later.
Stephanie was not easily shocked by interior decoration, as she had quickly acquired a taste for the avant-garde, but the inside of her hotel suite took her breath away.
The walls were covered with pleated velvet cutains and the ceilings were mirrored wall to wall. The bedroom was dominated by a single round waterbed with a fur bed spread, much like the one she would someday own.
On one wall was a giant closed circuit television screen which was always on and was always showing the very best in hardcore pornography.
The management had a solid concept of their clientele and often showed films involving S and M, with both males and females playing dominant roles, depending on the scene.
Stephanie quickly changed into her dominatrix outfit before the two strangers arrived. She heard conversation outside as she dressed quietly in the bathroom and she knew she would have to make an entrance.
She stood in front of the mirror for a while and practiced her tough expressions.
Then she strutted out to the bedroom and saw the men who would be her sex slaves for the next twenty-four hours for the first time.
She smiled happily as she looked at them. Both of them were very handsome, and both had a sweetness to their faces that let Stephanie know that she had not bitten off more than she could chew.
Nathan was dark, like her, with finely styled hair parted in the middle. He had very big eyes that looked sad sometimes and broad shoulders that tapered down to a slim waist. He wore a tuxedo and Stephanie thought he looked deliciously decadent.
Keith was the shortest of the three, but his face was very kind, and he had a smile that let Stephanie immediately know he was a good person. His shoulders were rounded, but Stephanie could tell by the lump in the front of his pants that there was a pleasant surprise waiting for her when he whipped out his rod.
Stephanie had a funny thought and put her hand over her mouth as she giggled.
For a moment it seemed to her that MacIntyre and she had gotten married and had decided to bring the ushers from the wedding along on the honeymoon, since Keith was wearing a matching tuxedo.
MacIntyre called room service, and even though it was early on a Sunday, they ordered a case of champagne and a lot of ice.
The hotel was discreet about such things and filled the order without asking any questions.
The four of them sat for a while bouncing up and down on the waterbed, sipping champagne and watching the television.
There was a lot of giggling and touching and both Nathan and Keith agreed that MacIntyre had been correct about Stephanie. She was the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. MacIntyre had not mentioned her age to his two friends but they realized her youth quickly just from the bouncy enthusiastic way she did everything.
On the television screen was a scene of a man wearing a leather glove fist fucking a small blonde girl in pig tails.
She was screaming in pain and was tied spread eagle to a bed.
The man had his fist deep up her tight cunt, stretching her horribly, and was brutally working his fist in and out.
This was followed by a scene of the same little blonde girl smearing honey from a jar all over her shaved pussy and having four tiny kittens lick it off of her.
She worked herself up into a shuddering orgasm as she felt those small rough pink tongues going after her clit all at once.
By the time the second scene was over all four of them were very horny.
Stephanie knew it was time for her to take charge of the hot sex session.
She stood up quickly and faced the three men in a row on the bed.
"All right, you three scumbags! The party is over. I don't want to catch any of you looking at that television screen anymore. From this point on, unless I tell you otherwise, you will focus your attention only on me, because I am a bad leather bitch, and I can make life miserable for you if you disobey me."
Nathan and Keith could feel their erections leap as they heard the violent tone in the little girl's voice.
They could tell she was very good at what she did and they knew at that point that a splendid time was going to be had by all.
"Now the first thing I want you ass-lickers to do is get out of those monkey suits. I don't want to see you wearing anything. Strip! Everything off!"
All three of them were of course more than willing to obey.
Clothes were strewn about everywhere, and soon the three men were sitting in a row on the edge of the bed with their hard-ons pointing upward.
Stephanie sucked cool air into her lungs through puckered lips.
The sight of three stiff pricks at the same time was enough to turn her already runny cunt into a flash flood zone.
She felt the walls on the inside of her pussy throb with a tremendous ache.
She could tell her quim lips were swollen and sticking way out.
She could feel her clitoris was erect and sticking out from its protective sheath of flesh.
"Now, one at a time, I want you to kneel before me and eat my pussy. I want each of you to give me one, and only one orgasm. If you are unable to give me the pleasure I crave, I will have to whip your bottoms until you are raw."
Stephanie designated arbitrarily that Keith would be the first to eat her.
She dug her heels deep into the red shag carpeting with her feet more than shoulder width apart.
She ran her own hands over her breasts and felt how hard her nipples were.
She loved the way her nipples tingled and sent signals directly to her clit when they were erect and sticking out.
Keith slowly moved toward her. He did not make any attempt to touch her. He did not kiss her, feel her breasts, or attempt to hug her.
He knelt before her like a good slave and smelled the wonderful womanly odors drifting from her soupy pussy.
"Go ahead and eat me. Eat my funky cunt!" Stephanie ordered in a voice that made it clear she would not take no for an answer.
Keith put his hands behind his back so he would not touch her with anything except his lips and his tongue.
He got his head beneath her crotch and turned his face upward so he could see the swollen lips of her honey pie.
He stuck out his tongue and ran it all around the outside of her cunt.
Her pussy lips were now wet and shiny from a combination of her own natural lubrication and Keith's saliva.
Stephanie could see that Keith was being a good slave and only touching her with his mouth so she reached down with her own hands and pulled her pussy lips as far apart as they would go without hurting, so Keith could get his tongue up and inside.
"That is very good, Keith," Stephanie said with a passionate sigh. "For the next twenty-four hours you men will dedicate your wills and your souls to giving me the ultimate in sexual pleasure."
But that was as far as Stephanie could get before she gasped as Keith plunged his hot tongue deep up her fuck hole.
Keith had a very long tongue and he could reach spots with it that MacIntyre could only dream about.
Keith fucked her with his tongue for a while until he could tell she was ready for the next step.
He pulled his tongue out of the tasty honey and ran the tip of it lightly over the inner folds of flesh that led up to her clit.
He used the flat part of his tongue then to lick her with broad strokes that went the entire length of her cunt.
Stephanie had her eyes shut and her head back. In the background they could all hear the sounds of passion and orgasm coming from the porno movie.
She still had those lips stretched far apart so all of the pink wonders on the inside of her vagina were clearly visible.
Stretching her cunt lips that way also made her love button protrude more.
When Keith found her little man in the boat with his tongue Stephanie let out a deep groan of lust.
Keith could tell she was so worked up he would have no trouble licking her passion bud until she burst into climax.
He increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit and he could sense all of the muscles in Stephanie's body, especially her legs, becoming taut.
A great tension was built up inside the little girl's torso that only an orgasm could release.
The juices from Stephanie's pussy flowed down over Keith's face.
He loved the way his face was getting wet from those oozing juices.
He drank as much of her cunt cream as he could and let the rest spill over his cheeks and chin.
He could tell that Stephanie was very close to orgasm so he sucked her clit deep into his mouth and pressed the tip of his tongue hard against it.
Stephanie let out a shriek that made everything in the movie seem like acting.
She grabbed Keith by the back of the head and pushed his face hard against her crotch, so the pressure on her clit would be as great as possible during her wrenching orgasm.
Nathan replaced Keith in a kneeling position in front of Stephanie.
His job would prove to be a much easier one. Once Stephanie had her first orgasm of a session, she could snap them off with great rapidity.
This time Stephanie put her hands on her buttocks and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart so Nathan could lick her asshole as well as her cunt.
He quickly figured out what she wanted without a word being said and found her tight anus with his tongue.
He flicked his tongue rapidly across the sensitive tissue around her asshole and then worked his tongue a little inside.
The texture of that ass flesh felt great on Nathan's tongue, and he wanted to tongue her nether eye for a long time, but he knew she wanted orgasm, so he changed the location of his licking to her pussy.
Stephanie moved her hands so she was spreading open her slit again.
Nathan had a different technique for eating out a cunt than Keith.
He worked his tongue in a circle, all around her clit, without touching it at first.
Then he made his tongue very flexible and moved her love button like a bead of flesh swimming in oil.
The sensations that ran up and down Stephanie's spine were incredible.
Her long black hair swayed back and forth, brushing against the leather on her back as her whole body rocked to the pleasure she was receiving from Nathan's talented tongue.
Within five minutes of this action Stephanie once again writhed through orgasm.
Nathan smiled. He felt pleased with himself for pulling her off so quickly.
Stephanie grabbed him by the ear and twisted. She told him to wipe the silly grin off of his face or else.
Now it was her original lover's turn. MacIntyre had the easist assignment of all.
Stephanie was all out of breath from her first two orgasms.
She was hot and ready for a lot more pleasure.
She could feel her cunt glowing like it was on fire.
MacIntyre knew that he would be able to eat her to orgasm in seconds.
She was already at a point where she was constantly on the edge.
All it would take was a couple of knowing swipes of his hot tongue and she would erupt once again into bliss.
Stephanie winked at MacIntyre as he knelt before her.
She was careful to wink so the other two men would not be able to see.
She wanted to thank MacIntyre for setting this up for her.
She wanted to let him know that she was enjoying herself a great deal.
MacIntyre smiled a little but did not wink back. He was sure she wouldn't approve of him winking at her. After all, he was still her sex slave and he had to show her a lot of respect.
Instead he slammed his stiff long tongue as far as he could up her fuck hole.
She contracted her pussy muscles and squeezed down on his tongue.
He thrust it in and out of her a few times and moved quickly to her clit which was on fire from this prolonged oral sex.
She moved her hips in a slow circular motion so MacIntyre had to twist his neck to keep his tongue on that button of yearning.
Stephanie could tell by the boiling pit of fire she felt down below, that this was going to be the biggest orgasm of the three.
Her mouth fell open and her eyes shut tightly.
She arched her back and began to make a gurgling noise in the back of her throat.
Her face turned red and contorted as if she were in horrible pain.
And then a high pitched sound, like some kind of police siren came out of her mouth.
She began to mouth syllables that were supposed to be words but were not.
She had no rational thought left in her mind at that point.
The universe had become her cunt, and she knew it was good.
She felt like the sun, the center of her own solar system.
Her lovers were her planets and she warmed them and kept them orbiting around her.
The orgasm was mind-boggling in intensity, and even the tainted housekeepers in the Pink Flamingo Hotel raised an eyebrow when they heard her horrible scream of terrible beauty echo through the hotel corridors.
Stephanie spread her legs even further apart and pressed her screaming cunt hard against MacIntyre's busy tongue.
When the orgasm was over Stephanie collapsed to the floor.
Her eyes were still shut and she rolled on the rug in ecstasy.
She put both of her hands over her soaking wet cunt and squeezed down hard on her whole crotch.
There were many tiny spasms that followed that orgasm like the after tremors of a major earthquake.
She told the men they could take a break and watch the movie for a while.
Stephanie went to the bathroom where the ice bucket was sitting in the sink.
She picked up a large ice cube and quickly shoved it up her cunt.
It hissed as it melted inside her and Stephanie sighed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Stephanie knew she could wait no longer to feel three cocks inside her at the same time.
She thought about the logistics involved and decide that MacIntyre would lay on his back on the bed.
She would lay on her back on top of him so that he could get his steaming prick up her asshole.
Nathan would then mount her from the top and fuck her pussy.
And last but not least, Keith would kneel beside her so Stephanie could take his erection deep into her throat.
Just the thought of it made Stephanie hornier than ever.
So far her three slaves had given her much pleasure and she knew the best was yet to come, and baby it was going to be fine.
She quickly explained what she wanted her three slaves to do.
They were all intelligent men and understood immediately.
Stephanie did not mention that this was the first time she had ever done this.
MacIntyre knew already, of course, but she did not want Nathan and Keith to know.
MacIntyre lay on his back in the center of the waterbed.
On the movie screen a man in a black mask was putting clothes pins on a woman's erect nipples and she was screaming bloody murder.
MacIntyre looked down and he could see his long thick erection resting on his belly.
The head sat about an inch above his navel. It throbbed and bounced a little up and down in anticipation.
Stephanie got on the bed and straddled MacIntyre's hips.
She had one knee on either side of his thighs and she lowered her ass down toward him.
He held his cock in his hand and pointed it upward.
With each movement the waterbed rocked like it was filled with Jello.
Stephanie lowered herself slowly backward until she felt the head of MacIntyre's prick press between the cheeks of her round firm ass.
The tip of his cock was snug against her asshole.
MacIntyre pulled the cheeks of her ass further apart and pushed upward slightly with his hips so the head of his cock would sink into her butt.
Stephanie gasped as she felt the ring of muscle around her asshole stretch so he could fit inside.
She then lowered herself further down on him so that the entire length of his thick prick plunged deep up into her bowels.
Stephanie was panting frantically. Now that this penetration was achieved she stretched out on her back and spread her legs open.
She could feel MacIntyre's cock throbbing against the tight walls of her ass and she wanted him to slide it in and out of her right away, but she knew they would have to complete the act before the humping began.
Nathan sprawled down on top of the little black haired girl and placed the head of his cock between the swollen lips of her soupy cunt.
This violation would be easy to achieve. With one thrust of his hips he drove his rod all the way up into her womb.
For Stephanie a summer long fantasy was about to come true.
She could feel both cocks all the way in her and she was amazed at how close the two tunnels were together.
She knew MacIntyre and Nathan could feel each other's cocks through the thin wall of flesh that separated her cunt from her ass.
Keith lay on his side next to Stephanie so that his cock was pressed against her mouth.
She opened her lips wide and took the whole length of the shorter man's massive prick down her throat.
She had gotten very good at deep throating MacIntyre's prick and it was no problem taking Keith that way.
Then, at the same time, they all began to move their hips.
They moved like they had rehearsed this act many times before.
It was as if the four of them had orchestrated this moment to music.
Each man thrust his hips forward simultaneously, then retracted together.
Stephanie alternated from being completely full, to empty, to full again.
None of the men had come yet that day and Stephanie knew she was going to have to make the most of the three cocks while she had them stiff and inside her.
Stephanie loved the whole idea of three men who for that moment lived to give her pleasure.
She felt like a total sexual being. Sex was the catalyst for life.
She felt like a wild animal who only seeks physical pleasure without worrying about the spirituality of the mind.
She knew that her life was set for her. She would never have a financial worry.
Whether or not she became an accomplished dominatrix, she could not help becoming one of the most powerful women in the country.
She would be the head of a major corporation someday.
And the fact that she was so dominant in her sexual role would only make her more fearsome to those who would have to deal with her in the business world.
Oh yes, Stephanie wanted to be feared very much.
The power had gone to her head and she felt an insatiable thirst for more.
She wanted every man in the country to lust after her and she knew they would.
She would set up a fortress, a headquarters for her power.
She would not see just anybody. It would be an honor to get an audience from the beautiful billionairess.
She would have a staff of servants who would live to serve her.
She would find servants who knew how to do nothing but obey.
She would be cruel to them if they did something wrong, but she would reward them dearly when they were good.
She would throw parties that Hollywood would not be able to imagine.
Her name would be in the papers regularly and the world would ask itself just how powerful a woman could become in America.
Stephanie did not care about women's liberation.
She did not give a fuck about the problems of the housewife.
The common people could all dry up and die for all she cared.
She would associate only with the beautiful people of the world.
Only people with both looks and money would find their way into her company.
She thought the whole concept of women's liberation was fucked up anyway.
She knew these frustrated women would chant about equal rights and then get pissed off if a man did not give them his seat on the bus.
It was a contradiction that disgusted Stephanie.
If these women wanted to be treated as equals they would have to behave as superiors.
They would have to simply take charge of every situation.
Men had been worshipping them for years anyway. There was no reason women couldn't take over if they knew how to use their heads and their cunts for their own advancement.
She knew that men scorned women who "slept their way to the top."
That was because men knew they could get away with it and it made them feel insecure since their own cocks gave them no such power.
But at that moment on the waterbed in the suite in the Pink Flamingo Hotel Stephanie could not think about all of those things clearly.
Her brain was focused in totally on the pleasure she was feeling.
Her cunt, asshole, and throat were filled with wonderful meat.
She would have screamed repeatedly for joy if her mouth had not been full.
She could hear the three men sighing together, and she knew they worshipped her.
MacIntyre was the first to come. He let out a single grunt beneath her and she could feel her ass become filled with his hot sticky white semen.
He could not pull out of her because there was the weight of two people pressing his bare buttocks into the fur bedspread.
Keith was the next to have his orgasm. His cock was hilt deep in Stephanie's mouth, and the little girl was rolling her tongue around the stalk of his prick.
She could feel his eruption about to take place and she prepared herself to drink his semen down.
When the explosion did take place Keith let out a gasp that let Stephanie know all of the tension in his cock and balls was being released at once.
Great gobs of hump jelly squirted into her throat and it reminded Stephanie of egg whites.
Stephanie was having many orgasms while all of this was going on and it seemed like no two were alike.
She was just beginning to form her theory about the female orgasm that would many years later result in her best seller.
Meanwhile, Nathan was still driving his thick tool in and out of Stephanie's cunt.
He was making a funny splashing noise with each thrust of his hips.
The juices from Stephanie's cunt were running freely over her thighs and there was a big wet spot on the bedstead where her hips were. Her juices had also covered MacIntyre's hips beneath her.
Nathan arched his back and gave his fucking a little something extra as he drove into her and spilled a massive quantity of his seed deep into her womb.
After that they had all gone into the bathroom and taken a shower together.
The shower was big and had a nozzle on either end.
The four of them had no trouble fitting inside and getting clean and refreshed.
Stephanie made all three of her slaves soap her up and sponge her off.
She felt like Cleopatra. She loved being tended to that way by adoring men.
After the shower she had administered an enema to all three of the men so they would be ready to get ass fucked by Stephanie's relentless dildo.
The pain of having that hard rubber rod shoved up their asses was enough to get them very horny again, and Stephanie reached under and jacked them off as she plunged deep into their bowels.
There was a long playful bath after that, and then Stephanie lay on the bed and had all three of the men give her a massage using heated body oils.
It felt great having six powerful hands kneading her flesh at the same time.
She figured she had found heaven. A nap followed and the three men snuggled up to their Mistress in the middle as they all slept.
Stephanie woke from her nap in a cruel mood.
One by one she tied them down on their bellies and whipped them brutally with her cat o' nine tails, until their backs, their buttocks, and the backs of their legs were striped with angry welts.
Stephanie showed no mercy during the whipping and she could tell by the small moans they made at the tail end of their screams that they were enjoying the pain just as much as she was enjoying giving it to them.
But, as all things must, finally the twenty-four hours were up and they had to vacate the room so the maids could come in, clean up the considerable mess they had made, and prepare the room for the next group.
Stephanie had to change her attitude rapidly. She knew she would never be able to tell anyone at school about the wild events of her summer.
She assimilated into high school life once again rather well.
After being a powerful dominatrix for the summer, it was fun being just a plain high school girl again.
She graduated from high school with honors and her father asked her what she wanted as a graduation present.
Stephanie had done a lot of thinking about that.
She liked Southern California and all, but she knew New York City was where it was really happening.
She said she wanted a place of her own. A big place. An impressive place.
She wanted to set up a headquarters for her independence.
Daddy Simpson looked into the matter and bought her the mansion in Westchester County.
He asked her if she wanted a moat built around it and Stephanie giggled and said a gate would be just fine.
She did not see MacIntyre Symms after that.
After she went to high school for her senior year MacIntyre had only called her once.
He had asked her out to dinner and Stephanie had said she was taking a break from the sex game for a while.
There was a note of finality to the way she turned off MacIntyre.
She told him to never forget her and promised never to forget him.
It was a sad moment but they knew they would always have a special place in their hearts for one another.
Stephanie had given MacIntyre the pleasure he had been lacking for so long and MacIntyre had given Stephanie the gift of realization.
He had made her realize her true sexual potential and she would be eternally grateful to him for that.
Now it was five years later, and Stephanie could feel the old magic when she looked into MacIntyre's eyes.
CHAPTER NINE
It was three o'clock in the morning, very early on Sunday November 16th, 1980 and the party was rapidly coming to an end.
The guests had hit the booze and the drugs hard and in three hours most of them had rendered themselves unable to function.
In most cases Stephanie would have been pissed off if a party wound down so early.
She like to do it up until way past dawn, and then often she still had the energy for more.
But in this case she was just as glad the party ended quickly.
She hadn't been able to concentrate much on pleasing her guests anyway.
The unexpected appearance of MacIntyre Symms had made her think about the good old days when all of the tricks of being a good dominatrix were new to her.
She loved that learning period in her life.
She would always remember it fondly.
She knew she and MacIntyre had a lot of catching up to do.
It had been five long years and Stephanie knew they had probably both gone through a lot of changes.
She wanted to have a long talk with the handsome man.
And then she wanted to have him fuck her until she could hardly walk.
Stephanie ordered Candy to go about covering those who had passed out with blankets.
She knew all good parties had casualties and this one was no exception.
She didn't have to worry about those that had fallen in battle.
She knew they would be able to stumble out on their own in the morning, or early afternoon, depending on when they woke up.
MacIntyre, who had only been sipping champagne since he arrived, was still sober, and he had yet to even loosen his tie.
He still looked as sharp and crisp as when he arrived.
Stephanie looked at him and he returned her stare confidently.
"Mr. Symms," Stephanie said. "It certainly has been a long time."
"I've missed you Stephanie. I can't tell you how much. I can't count the number of times I picked up the phone and tried to call you. But I always put the receiver back on the hook before I had finished dialling. I don't know. I was chickenshit, I guess. Finally, when I got to the same coast as you again, I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I had to see you."
Stephanie stuck out her arm and let MacIntyre take it.
They began to walk together toward the spiral staircase that led to Stephanie's private quarters where they would be spending the night.
"I'm so glad you came," Stephanie said, squeezing his arm a little as she spoke. "I spent most of the night thinking about us and the way things used to be. I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing up there on that stage. All I could think of was what you must be thinking, seeing what I've become."
"Are you ashamed of what you have become, Stephanie?"
"No, of course not. But that doesn't mean I am satisfied with my life."
"What could you possibly desire that you don't have?"
Stephanie stopped walking at the base of the spiral staircase.
She turned and faced MacIntyre, looked up at his face.
"The answer to that is simple. I can't find love. I'm afraid all of this dominatrix shit has permanently petrified my heart."
"I don't believe your heart is really made of stone. I think you have just numbed it. Once you allow yourself, you will be able to feel affection again."
"And how about you? Have you found mistresses to give you pleasure since I split on you?"
MacIntrye smiled but his eyes remained sad. He put his hand gently on the pretty woman's cheek.
"I don't need mistresses anymore, Stephanie. I have learned to respond to a gentle sensuous touch the same way I used to respond to your whip."
"You mean you are no longer a sexual submissive?" Stephanie asked.
There was a note in Stephanie's voice that made MacIntyre think she thought that was very good news.
"No, Stephanie. I don't need pain anymore. I am a real man. I am a real lover."
"I'll bet you have a lot of girlfriends to keep you busy you hunk you."
"No one that matters. That's why I returned to you."
"Me? What have I got to do with it. I only increased the intensity of your problem. I certainly did nothing to cure it."
"It doesn't matter. I want to stay on here for a while, if that's okay with you. And I want to show you what love is like. I'm not talking about lust, although that is certainly part of it. I am talking about love, the sort of affection that makes people always want to be together."
"I don't think I believe in love anymore. Maybe I did when I was younger. Maybe I never did."
"Love is real, and it could happen to us, if only you are willing to take a chance."
Stephanie realized what MacIntyre was saying and she did something she had never done before.
She cried.
Big tears welled up in her dark eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
MacIntyre couldn't believe how vulnerable she looked at that point.
He put his arms around her and held her very tightly.
She put her head on his shoulder and wept.
"What are all the tears for, sweetness?" MacIntyre whispered in her shell like ear.
"I don't know. Maybe I am frightened. Maybe I have always been frightened of things that money can't buy. I treated you so unfairly and now you tell me you want to fall in love. I can't control love. How can I be good at something I don't have total control over?"
"No one ever said that being in total control is always the best. That is a concept you formulated yourself. No doubt with a lot of help from your father."
"Do you really think so, MacIntyre?" Stephanie asked, looking up at him once again with red teary eyes.
"Sure, sweetness. It's the unknown of the future that makes life interesting. If your life passes you by with nothing ever happening that you didn't expect you will soon find yourself old and unhappy. Without challenges life is meaningless."
"But what about those people that were at my party. They depend on me to get their kicks. They need me. Their lives center around me."
"I think you are kidding yourself. Those people are born followers. They will follow whoever is the hippest to follow. Show them a cult and they will join it. Show them a fad and they will declare it the latest craze. If you quit being a dominatrix every one of them will find a new leader, a new shepherd, to guide their flock."
Stephanie knew that what MacIntyre was saying was true.
They continued walking up the stairs. For Stephanie that would be the longest walk she would ever take.
The man who had taken her from her shell and had thrust her into a world she knew nothing about was trying to shake up her life again.
She was confused and she didn't know what to do.
She did not feel angry at him for making her deny her power.
And a part of her felt she should have denied her power long ago.
She knew she had to make a decision and she had to make it quickly.
She could feel her heart pounding as a rush of energy flowed through her body.
The palms of her hands were wet as they took the stairs one at a time.
Should she go on with her life that guaranteed her ego always remain bloated and intact?
Or should she cut that all asunder and plunge into another world she knew nothing about.
There were many people not half as rich or beautiful or wealthy as Stephanie who had no trouble falling in love, and many of them lived happily ever after.
Stephanie wondered if there were too many scars on her heart for her to be true to one man.!
She knew MacIntyre could satisfy her lust quite adequately.
She still remembered the buzzing in her body after he fucked her in all of her holes.
But would he make her feel something good someplace other than her cunt.
Would that fickle numbed heart of hers be affected by the man?
That was the risk she would have to take, and she decided to take it.
She turned to MacIntrye once again as they neared the top of the stairs. , "Look, MacIntyre. I can't promise much. I can't tell you right now that I am going to be good at this. That would be a he. But I can promise you I will try. I will try to love you with my heart as well as my body. I will try to fulfill you just as much as you fulfill me. I will try and forget sex as a form of behavior modification. I will stop thinking of sex as nothing but rewards and punishments. I will take a big hammer and I will shatter my inflated ego. I will stop thinking of myself as the center of the universe. I suppose sooner of later I will have to get in touch with my own mortality, and I guess now is as good a time as any. I will be no more than another speck on a very large planet. We will be two specks together and we will do our best to make each other happy for as long as possible."
"That is all I would ever ask of you," MacIntyre said. "I don't expect you to sign a contract like this is one of your father's business deals. All I want is for you to give me a chance to show you how nice love can be. I want you to find out how much better sex is when you really love the person you are making it with. I know there is a lot to be said for big tits and big cocks and beautiful people, but you would be surprised how many flat-chested plain people with little cocks and no money are out there getting off on each other like crazy. And do you know why?"
"Because they love each other?"
"That's right."
"You mean the body knows how your heart feels?"
"Absolutely. Just wait and see. I will show you."
They were at the door to Stephanie's private quarters. Stephanie opened the door, let MacIntyre go in and then walked in behind him, closing and locking the door behind her.
"What did you think of the performance I gave tonight?" Stephanie asked taking off the leather costume she had worn during the entire evening. She did not feel like being Sister Savage, The Leather Nun anymore. "I thought it was kind of sad. I thought you were beautiful and sexy of course, but I saw how those people blindly adored you. It wasn't you they were worshipping, it was what you represented. You supplied the spark that had been missing in their lives."
"And didn't you blindly adore me like that once, MacIntyre?"
"No, I did not. I saw you. I knew exactly what you were, and I adored you anyway. Now I have come back to prove my love."
Stephanie was totally naked. She had even taken off her spike high heels.
She stood close to MacIntyre so he could run his hands smooth down her back and over her buttocks.
She looked up and him and he kissed her long and wet.
He put his hands gently on her breasts so that his fingertips lightly brushed against her erect nipples.
Stephanie sighed and she was believing what he was saying to her more and more.
She knew that sex would be a lot better if she was able to give more of herself.
Instead of using men to give her pleasure, she would give herself to this man and everything would be bliss.
"Why don't you take off that suit. You must be awfully uncomfortable. Then maybe we can just cuddle."
MacIntyre smiled because he knew she had gone for the idea.
He hadn't thought it would be that easy. He thought she would put up a fight.
He figured she loved her powerful life much too much to give it away for a silly concept she didn't believe in like love.
He undressed and his cock was already hard and erect.
Stephanie realized at that point that MacIntyre really was no longer a sexual submissive.
They had been nothing but sweet with each other and he had gotten horny and ready to fuck anyway.
MacIntyre took Stephanie by the hand and led her to the bed.
This would be the first time Stephanie had ever been led anywhere. She wondered what sex would be like when she was not calling all of the shots.
She wondered what it would be like to just lie back and neither take orders or give orders but just to let the sex flow.
She knew she wouldn't have to wait very long for the answers to those questions.
And she could tell by the intense ache she felt in her loins as MacIntyre squeezed her hand gently that all of the answers were going to be positive.
They lay gently together in the center of the waterbed.
The fur bedspread felt soft and warm against their bare skin.
Their hands roamed over one another slowly and gently.
Stephanie remembered each muscle in MacIntyre's chest and back as if she had last touched them only the day before.
When their naked bodies pressed together it was not at all like they had spent five years apart.
The magic of their intertwined bodies returned immediately.
There was a soft surrender on Stephanie's part as she felt her affection for this real man overcoming her urge to order him around like a slave.
All of a sudden the idea of being a slave master sickened her slightly.
She couldn't believe she had spent so much of her life beating up on men.
She thought that those men were sick, and somehow they had been stripped of their self-esteem.
And instead of helping them, she had tormented them, punished them, and humiliated them for being something they couldn't help.
But those days were behind her now.
She could tell that for sure.
Now she would be a lover in the truest sense of the word.
Although she could not commit herself to MacIntyre solely, she knew her attitudes towards men had changed forever.
MacIntyre's fingers kneaded the flesh of Stephanie's buttocks.
With a single finger he explored the crack of her ass.
He used the tip of his finger to tickle her little asshole.
Stephanie kissed MacIntyre passionately on the neck and gave him little love bites that drove him wild with desire.
Stephanie knew that most girls fell in love for the first time at a very young age.
But when that was supposed to happen to her she had shut off her heart from all feeling.
Stephanie lay on her back and spread her legs open.
MacIntyre found her nipples with his mouth and he sucked them slowly and gently.
He flicked his tongue back and forth rapidly across her nipples.
His fingers ran their way along the insides of her thighs.
They worked their way upward to her drooling slit.
She shuddered with glee as she felt his fingertips brush against the swollen outer lips of her cunt.
She reached out with her long fingers and placed them underneath his dangling balls.
She lifted up his balls and scratched him there delicately with her long red fingernails.
He moaned with passion as he worked his finger up her fuck hole and felt the muscles inside her pussy squeeze down on it.
He added a second finger up her twat and began to finger fuck her.
She moved her hips slowly along with the thrusts of his fingers.
She put her hand around his cock and gave it a little squeeze.
She thrilled when it throbbed in response to her touch.
She worked her hand up and down his long thick cock.
She pumped him slowly so that his come would begin to swirl about in his balls.
Without saying a word they moved into sixty-nine position with Stephanie lying on her back on the bottom.
MacIntyre looked at her cunt closely for the first time in years and was amazed at how little it had changed.
He could tell by the tone of her muscles that she had been working out a lot.
With Stephanie's right hand she fondled MacIntyre's balls.
She sucked gently on his balls one at a time. He swooned.
Then with her left hand she positioned MacIntyre's cock so it was facing her.
She lightly licked the little hole at the tip of his prick.
She rolled her tongue all over his glans so that it was wet from her saliva.
MacIntyre began to lap happily at the pink folds of flesh inside Stephanie's aching wet cunt.
They both groaned in unison as they enjoyed the pleasure they were giving just as much as the pleasure they were receiving.
Then Stephanie took MacIntyre's cock all the way into her mouth.
She sucked on that rod as if her life depended on it.
MacIntyre moved his tongue up to Stephanie's clit and moved it in all directions with his flexible taster.
They were quickly approaching a simultaneous orgasm.
They breathed like they were in the last quarter of a basketball game.
Stephanie began to sound like she was singing opera. Her groans were high pitched and filled with reckless abandon.
Stephanie realized she would have to fire Sergio and Candy and get two servants who were less like slaves.
And certainly less like sexual puppets. She did not want to be a sex master for a second longer.
As she burst into orgasm and felt MacIntyre's come streaming down her throat at the same time she knew that giving was just as good as taking, perhaps better.
MacIntyre turned around on the bed so the two lovers were facing the same direction.
He kissed her and he could taste his own come on her tongue.
They lay there for a long time and stroked each other's sweat covered bodies.
Within a matter of minutes MacIntyre was hard again and Stephanie wanted him to fuck her more than anything she had ever wanted before.
He mounted her slowly, never pulling his lips away from hers.
She felt his cock position itself between the lips of her cunt.
There are many routes one can take on the way to personal fulfillment.
Perhaps Stephanie went about things backwards.
Most people start out being very impressionable and fall in love many times before they find a love that lasts. And when the love they consider to be perfect doesn't work out, they become tainted and turn to casual sex as some sort of hobby to take romance's place.
But Stephanie had done it the other way around.
She had begun her life dealing with the most tainted people available in today's society. But in the end of the story the lesson she learned was quite different.
It had nothing to do with leather.
It had to do with love.
With love went the joy of sharing one's soul with another.
With love went the tenderness and affection that led to bliss.
Stephanie felt MacIntyre's talented cock start to fuck her.
It slid all the way into her and then drew back before it plunged again.
His mouth was on her neck and he was giving her tiny love bites.
"Oh yes, I do love you! I do I do!" Stephanie screamed.
"And I love you too, my little dumpling," MacIntyre said.
The waterbed rocked in perfect rhythm to the frenzied fuck.
Stephanie could feel the shaft of his prick on the walls of her cunt.
It rubbed directly against her big red yearning clit.
It sent signals of joy directly to her boggled mind.
And all of the wonders of art and poetry were unfolded.
Stephanie saw all of the magic in the world she had never seen before.
She had been blinded by power and had failed to see the spiritual.
She had failed to see the beauty of nature or the magic of emotion.
Not emotions like fear and hate, but the emotions of love, in all of its forms.
And MacIntyre could feel the come settling at the base of his cock.
He knew at any moment he would have a violent eruption.
Stephanie felt a great ball of pleasure in her loins.
It grew in leaps and bounds and she knew it was soon to burst.
This feeling had nothing to do with leather and domination.
Stephanie's perception of the orgasm had changed suddenly.
Now it was the climax of a sacred ritual, one to be kept private.
The outside world would no longer be able to share in Stephanie's beauty.
Now that honor was reserved for MacIntyre, and MacIntyre alone.
And Stephanie's life became a never ending orgasm.
