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 Dominated: A Love Story

   by Jeremy Spencer Copyright 2004

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   Author's Note: The following is a fictional story.  In it, fictional
characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex.  They live in a
fictional world without fictional diseases.  You do not.  Be careful.  All
characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing.  Now,
on to the show!

   *****

   October, 2003

   As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I'd blown it.  For a moment,
the young woman across the desk sat in stunned silence.  She looked around
nervously, the relief evident in her face that we were alone, although I am
sure that at the moment that thought also scared her to death.

   "What?" Her voice was soft, plaintive, clearly disbelieving what her
ears had heard.  I buried my head in my hands, unable to face her any
longer.

   Honestly, I couldn't believe I'd done it again.  It had been close to
twenty years since I had last propositioned a student in exchange for a
better grade, but apparently the old kinks were still there.  Buried away
for nearly two decades, but still ready to pop up at a moment's notice.  I
knew this would be the last time.  It had to be.  I was fifty years old and
running out of options.

   Katie looked as if she wanted to turn and run from my office at the
first opportunity, and I could feel the blood rush to my head, my cheeks
turning crimson, my face warm in my hands.  I glanced up, silently watching
her fidget uncomfortably in her seat.

   She looked down to her lap where her hands were efficiently twisting a
tissue into tiny knots.  Wanting to do whatever it took to make her forget,
I froze.  No words came and I could feel my breath coming in short gasps as
my heart rate continued elevating.

   I wanted to get up, to comfort her, but knew that was no longer an
option.  I had crossed the line in the sand, the boundary no teacher should
ever cross.  My only place now was on the carpeted floor of my office,
kneeling in front of her, begging for her forgiveness.  But my cock was
still painfully hard in my slacks and I knew my arousal would be obvious
once I stood, so I remained seated, hidden behind my desk.

   I bowed my head, waiting for Katie to leave, and silently shook as I
heard her stand.  I imagined her heart-shaped ass poured into the tightest
pair of black leather pants I had seen in many years, knowing she would be
heading directly to the dean's office.

   Waiting for the sound of her hand on the door knob, I sighed, closing my
eyes.  I wondered how long it would take to clean out my office once I had
been fired.  I began making a mental list of people to call and things to
do in preparation for finding another job.

   *****

   September, 1973

   My teaching career had begun innocently enough.  Thirty years ago, as a
young college graduate, I had been fortunate enough to receive a commission
teaching middle school music.  At the time, I was deeply involved in a
relationship with my girlfriend, Betty, whom I'd met our first year at the
university.

   Betty had also been an education major, focusing on history and
political science.  As life sometimes goes, she was unable to get a job
teaching and for many years ran a before- and after-school daycare program
for latch-key children.  It was one of the first of its kind in the state
and served as a model for many later programs.

   Our differing schedules meant the two of us saw little of each other and
we quickly grew distant.  The love we felt was still there but with no time
to show it, things fell apart.  We separated two years after college.

   I had never enjoyed living the life of a playboy and I quickly reverted
to my pre-college habitsÑa clean apartment, an immaculate reputation, and a
filthy mind.  One of my favorite discoveries during the mid 1970s was a
small adult bookstore run by the father of one of my students.

   Having decided weeks before to begin an early morning exercise regimen,
I was that Saturday walking in a part of town I rarely frequented.  I was
leaning against a storefront catching my breath when, to my surprise, I saw
Mr.  Harrison, the father of little Mary from one of my classes, hurrying
toward me.

   "I'm sorry I'm opening so late this morning," he called out as he
approached.  Confused, I looked around me for the first time.  The
nondescript building I had been leaning against appeared to be abandoned at
first glance.  Looking closer, I saw this was clearly not so, judging by
the industrial-strength bars on the windows and dead bolt lock on the door.
Mr.  Harrison pulled a set of keys from his coat pocket and quickly
unlocked the door.  "Come on in," he said, waving me ahead.

   "Oh...  I wasn't here for your store," I started, by way of explanation.
"I was getting a little exercise and stopped for a moment.  Sorry."

   "Not a problem."

   "What kind of store is this, anyway?" I was curious.  We certainly
weren't in the best part of town, and certainly not in an area that got
much traffic.

   "Ah...  I run an adult shop," he answered.  "Sorry.  I thought you knew.
Forget I mentioned it."

   "Nonsense.  I'm an adult.  I know about places like these." I hated
sounding so naive, but I had to admit I'd always been a bit curious about
such things.  For some reason I'd always managed to date the purest and
most unimaginative women possible.

   Missionary position only.

   No sex with the lights on.

   Boring.

   I knew there was a whole other world of sexual discovery and deviance
out there.  My previous girlfriends had left me wondering what it was all
about.  "I suppose it wouldn't hurt if I took a look around."

   Mike ducked through the door ahead of me and walked to the back of the
store to turn on the lights.  Alone, I wandered through the store, amazed
at the variety of offerings on display.  Films, magazines, books, toys,
things I'd never imagined I would see.

   Looking through what appeared to be a coffee table book devoted to
bondage and leather, I found myself becoming powerfully aroused, my cock
thickening and tenting the front of my sweat pants.  Knowing there was no
way I could purchase the book in the condition I found myself in, I quickly
fled the shop, taking the book with me.

   I was embarrassed at my unplanned theft and walked home in a rush,
acutely aware of the book I held in my hand and the lurid imagery within
it. I entered my home, hurriedly locked the door, shed my shoes and jacket,
and headed for the living room.

   I sat on the couch and began flipping through the pages of the book,
spending a great deal of time on each photograph.  Even in my most fevered
fantasies, I had never imagined such filth.  Women bound and gagged, fucked
apparently against their will, pierced nipples connected with thin ropes of
chain.

   And leather.

   I'd never considered leather to be a turn on, but seeing the tight
crotchless pants, cock rings, and fringed chaps, not to mention the
multitude of whips and riding crops, soon had my cock quivering with
excitement and dripping with lust.

   I found my gaze locked on one image in particular.  Pictured were three
people, two women and one man.

   The man was nearly nude, wearing only a leather mask, featureless except
for two eye holes and a zipper where the mouth should be.  His arms were
bound above his head, his forearms held together with a wrapping of leather
cord.  He was tied to something high enough to force him to stand on his
toes, his legs spread wide by a large bar of iron shackled to his ankles.

   Behind him was one of the women.  She was fully dressed in what appeared
to be a business suit.  Hair pulled back in a bun and a pair of glasses
completed the impression of a librarian or a school teacher.  The image
quickly proved false, as I saw her left hand pushed under the skirt of the
suit.  I could see her panties bunched around her ankles and imagined her
fingers busy in her cunt.  Her other hand held what appeared to be a
leather dildo that was buried halfway up the man's anus.

   I had never before thought of my ass as a possibility for pleasure.  To
my surprise, my cock lurched at the thought and I found myself loosening
the drawstring, pushing my sweats to the floor, releasing my turgid shaft.
Stroking lightly, I returned my attention to the third woman in the
photograph.

   She was completely naked and kneeling before the hooded man, his
erection forcing its way down her throat.  Her pendulous breasts hung low
in front of her, nearly touching her thighs.  The nipples of her breasts
had been pierced and appeared to have some sort of clips attached.  Her
nipples were greatly distended, causing a look of pain on her face.  The
woman's hands were bound behind her back and wrapped with leather cord just
as the man's forearms were.

   Stroking my cock more rapidly, I could feel the tingling sensations in
my balls steadily increase as I imagined the story behind the picture.  The
fully dressed woman was obviously in charge, unbound and unrestrained as
she was.  The idea that she might be a school teacher or librarian excited
me and I could feel my orgasm slowly build toward release.

   Who were the other two?  Was the man her husband and the kneeling woman
a friend?  Another teacher?  Perhaps a neighbor or maid?  The woman in
charge appeared to be a bit older than me.  What if the others were her
students?

   The thought affected my arousal, driving my pulse faster and faster as I
rapidly increased my stroking.  I felt the veins on the bottom of my shaft,
my hand a blur on my stiff shaft, the head fully engorged.  Spreading my
legs and leaning back against the couch, I laid the book down and began
experimenting, still masturbating myself.

   I wet a finger on my left hand, reached behind me, and carefully pushed
against my resisting anus.  Pushing harder, the tip of my finger popped
through the tight opening and I felt the heat and tightness.  I was
emboldened by the new sensations and pressed deeper, finally burying my
finger completely in my ass.  Bumping into what I knew to be my prostate, I
began twisting the finger gently as pleasurable sensations coursed through
my body.  My breath became ragged and I abandoned all thoughts, so intent
was I for release.

   I'd never felt my cock this hard before.  The tight skin, coupled with
the speed of my dry hand, made my stroking almost uncomfortable but to my
surprise this only added to my pleasure.  I thrust my hips rapidly against
my tight fist as I felt the first signs of my impending orgasm.

   I gasped as I erupted and my body froze as stream after stream of my
sticky cum shot out the end of my cock.  The world became fuzzy and almost
black as my orgasm overcame me.  I felt drops of sperm spray over my
stomach and chest, a few reaching my face, and I gasped as a single drop
landed on my upper lip, dripping into my mouth.  I shuddered as I tasted my
own semen, although more from the shock than from the salty taste. 
Panting, I lay on the couch for a moment, recovering from my exertions.

   From that day forward, I was lost.  Still unable to face the parent of
one of my students, I began spending weekends out of town, visiting flea
markets and bazaars, purchasing any kind of depraved smut I could get my
hands on.

   I still had no girlfriend, nor did the idea of one excite me any longer.
A good date had become a quick meal followed by an evening spent poring
over my growing collection of pornography.  I didn't limit myself to any
particular kink, enjoying instead a smorgasbord of smut.  Incest stories,
bondage, lesbian, water sports, all held a particular place in my heart.

   Knowing I had to hide this from the school and community, I did
everything I could to uphold my image as an upstanding teacher and mentor.
Still, it came as a shock when the principal stuck her head in my classroom
that sunny fall afternoon.

   "Got a minute to talk?" It was not so much a request as a command.  I
shuddered, afraid I knew what this was about, but followed her to the
office, imagining myself a little child trudging toward detention.

   "I got a call from an upset parent over the weekend," she began, a grim
look on her face.  I knew then my teaching days were over.  Every year I
hosted a Halloween party at my home, inviting the entire faculty, as well
as students and their parents.  I was ever careful to keep my pornographic
tendencies well-hidden, but this year something had gone horribly wrong.

   "It seems one of the children decided to do a little exploring during
the party.  When Mrs.  Janssen went to find her daughter, she was horrified
to find the little girl leafing through this." She held up a small
paperback, and I knew I was sunk.  It was an erotic novel, poorly printed
on cheap paper, but the title was easy enough to read.  "School Girl
Sluts," the front cover proclaimed.  The drawing on the front depicted two
junior high age girls with impossibly large breasts sucking off a pair of
male teachers, their enormous cocks filling each tiny mouth.

   I began shaking in my chair.  Looking up at the principal, I saw only a
stern look directed at me.  "You will not return to school on Monday," she
stated.  I nodded...  obviously I was done teaching here.  "The family does
not want to press charges and the school is anxious to avoid any further
embarrassment more publicity could bring."

   "I...  I would never touch a student," I gasped, imagining a future in
which I was raped daily in a prison shower.  I knew I was no longer
fighting for my jobÑthat had been gone as soon as I walked in the
officeÑbut I wanted somehow to defend my character.  She nodded slightly,
giving nothing away.

   No more words would come, so I simply nodded again.  I stood, my
shoulders slumped in defeat and slowly walked from the room.  I swore to
myself I would never again put myself in such a situation.

   *****

   October, 2003

   I hadn't heard Katie walk behind my desk, when suddenly I was jerked
back to the present as I felt her soft hair brush against my cheek.

   Opening one eye, I could see her pussy, tightly encased in black
leather, and my cock gave a twitch, straining against my zipper, harder
than it had been in years.  I imagined that I could see the cleft of her
cunt and wondered if she shaved.

   Her right breast, covered by the soft pink fuzz of her sweater, pressed
gently against my arm as she leaned closer.  Pushing my own arm ever so
slowly away from my side, I could feel the supple flesh of her tit, her
diamond-hard nipple poking deliciously into my biceps.

   I began to smell the unmistakable scent of aroused woman and, with that
stimulus, felt my cock begin to leak copious amounts of pre-cum into my
drawers.  I knew a wet spot would quickly be forming on the front of my
slacks and attempted to cover myself, weakly grinning as I grabbed that
morning's paper and held it loosely in my lap.

   Katie leaned closer against my side, whispering in my ear.  "I want the
ÔA' for the semester, if that's okay?" She looked at me anxiously, equal
parts fear and passion, waiting for my response.

   My heart pounded in my chest.  I quickly nodded, not trusting my voice
to speak.  A thin sheen of sweat had formed on my forehead and she quickly
wiped her sleeve over my face, leaving the sweater damp and sticky.

   Slowly she backed away from my chair and leaned against the desk, her
hand playing idly with the firm tips of her breasts, still covered by her
soft sweater.  She gasped as I removed the newspaper, her breath catching
in her throat, and she blushed.  Looking behind her, she saw my office door
still open.  I had office hours for another twenty minutes.

   "Do you want to close it?" I asked.  She shook her head.

   "I want you to close it." She grinned at me, eyes again dropping to my
crotch, and she slowly licked her lips.  "I want to see what I'm getting
into," she whispered, her face flushed with excitement.  "I mean...  what's
going to be getting into me."

   I quickly stood, dropping the black and white newsprint to the floor, my
erection tenting the front of my slacks and desperate to be freed.  I stood
and walked to the door.  I glanced out in the hallway and saw no students
waiting for me.  I noticed only one office light on, at the far end of the
hall.  We would be alone.

   I locked the door and returned to the desk feeling Katie's eyes on me
the entire way, her gaze burning a hole wherever she looked.  My cock was
at full arousal and, as I returned to my chair, her tiny hand brushed
against it, slowly stroking the thick shaft.

   "Will it fit?" she asked, a bit of nervousness creeping back into her
voice.

   I nodded, knowing it would be no problem.  "It will be fine."

   I tried to sound reassuring, but the truth was, I was afraid of hurting
her.  Katie was a tiny slip of a girl.  She couldn't have been an inch over
five feet tall and weighed no more than 95 pounds dripping wet from the
shower.  Most of her weight seemed to be distributed between her tits and
ample ass cheeks, but I had no doubt it would be painful for this tiny
freshman trying to take my cock up her ass.

   She nodded, seemingly relieved at my words, secure that it would be
okay. Dropping her hands from her breasts, she turned away from me.  I
could hear the metal to metal rasp as she slowly unzipped her pants. 
Wiggling her hips seductively, she quickly pulled down the tight leather
revealing a flimsy pair of silk panties.

   I could smell her hot pussy more clearly now, her musky scent filling my
nostrils.  Breathing in her arousal, I watched as she tugged on her
panties, slowly dropping them to the floor.  Her ass was on display in
front of me, pale white in the harsh fluorescent lights of my office,
contrasting sharply with the golden tan of her legs.

   I walked up to her and forced my hand between the cheeks of her ass.  I
dragged my fingers over the puckered rosebud of her anus and dipped down to
the opening of her cunt.  Even before I reached my destination, I could
feel her juices coating the inside of her legs.  Her heat was incredible
and I felt myself almost sucked in as I reached the soft folds of her
pussy.

   As I explored her inner regions, I reached with my other hand and began
stroking her outer lips.  It appeared she shaved herself, as her entire
pubic area was devoid of any hair, and I immediately found her clit peeking
out from under its hood.  Thrusting my fingers in and out of her sucking
pussy, I felt her tense, then shudder, as a small orgasm rolled through her
heaving cunt.

   Realizing she needed no preliminaries, I toyed with her pendulous
breasts with one hand, relishing the feelings as her slick walls clamped
down on the invading digits of my other hand.  For a moment, I thought of
burying my cock in her dripping cunt, but held back.  Maybe later.  That
wasn't what she had agreed to now.  My quivering cock, still dripping with
lust, had a different destination.  She had said she wanted an "A," and I'd
make sure she earned it.

   Pushing slowly against the tight ring of her anus, I felt my cock
strain, then move slowly past her sphincter.  As it clamped down around the
inflamed head of my prick, I heard Katie gasp.  Gritting my teeth, I pushed
forward.

   *****

   April, 1982

   After being discreetly fired from my position teaching junior high
English, I had been fortunate enough to find another teaching job.  A two
year local college was considering expanding its course offerings and
moving to a full, four-year liberal arts curriculum and found itself in
need of a music department.  Because of my quiet departure from my previous
position, I found it ridiculously easy to get hired.  I was in charge of
the three college choirs in addition to two classes of beginning music
theory and history.

   It was a position far better than I'd dreamed of, even before being
fired, and I felt incredibly fortunate to have it.  For most of a decade I
put all my extra energy into being the best teacher I could be and
producing the best choirs.  I liked to think I was doing good in the world,
that my troubles were all behind me, but alas, it was not so.

   It had been just after spring break when my new set of troubles began.
Northern California has far fewer beaches than San Diego or Los Angeles, so
golden tans are more often the product of a tanning salon than a day spent
basking in the sun.  When my classes started meeting in early April, I had
a hard time concentrating on Bach and Beethoven, finding myself distracted
by the sun-bleached hair and dark Coppertone tans.

   It was a Friday afternoon, only six weeks before school was over for the
year, when I heard a timid knock on my door.  I looked at my watch and
frowned.  My office hours were clearly marked on the bulletin board outside
my office and they had been over for more than an hour.  I knew that many
students were desperate for my help this time of year, so I stood and
walked to the door.

   I opened it and saw one of the young women from my music theory class. I
couldn't place her name.  In a freshman seminar class there are simply too
many students to know each one personally.

   "May I help you?"

   The redheaded girl looked around nervously.  "Can we go in your office?"
she asked in a shaky voice.

   "What can I help you with..."

   "Stacey...  Stacey Roberts"

   "What can I help you with, Miss Roberts?"

   She paused for a moment before suddenly blurting out her answer.  "I'll
do anything you want me to...  for a good grade."

   My head quickly swiveled around, hoping no one had heard what she'd
said. It didn't appear anyone else was around this late in the day,
especially before a weekend.  I sighed with relief and motioned her into my
office.  I had no intention of actually doing anything with Stacey, but it
wouldn't do to discuss matters in the hallway where anyone might walk by
and hear us.

   "Sit," I commanded, motioning a very nervous Stacey to a chair.

   Sighing, I folded my hands and laid them on my desk.  Stacey looked
down, and seemed to be about to say something when I spoke.  I needed to
impress on this girl that her behavior was not appropriate, that there are
certain things one should never do.  I opened my mouth to speak.  "How good
a grade are you looking for?"

   As soon as I said it, I wanted to retract it.  I hadn't planned on
saying it.  I didn't want to say it.  I didn't even know if I meant it. 
But I'd said it and it was too late to take it back.  Even if I apologized
at once, if Stacey so much as reported the incident, I'd be put immediately
on probation and more than likely fired.  I'd attained my tenure, but that
doesn't help when sexual harassment charges are flying around.

   Stacey also seemed surprised, her head snapping up, a mix of horror and
excitement evident on her face.  Suddenly, she became the aggressor. 
Standing, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open to reveal her
smallish breasts covered with a pink satin bra.  The material was thin, and
I could see the bumps of her nipples pressing through the covering.

   She reached behind her to unfasten the clasp, then paused.  "If I let
you see my tits, what does that get me?"

   "Nothing," I answered.  As soon as I'd sat down, I had reached for my
grade book.  Stacey was barely passing my class with a 65 percent average.
Cleavage would get her nowhere.

   Trying to cover her disappointment, she nevertheless opened the clasp
and let the soft cups fall into her hands, revealing the pale white cones
of her tits, pink nipples puckered with excitement.  Her aureoles were
large, giving a rounded appearance to the ends of her breasts.

   Stacey dropped the bra to the ground and slowly twisted the tips of her
breasts in her hands, causing blood to rush in, which further distended the
nipples.  It looked for all the world as if she had two Styrofoam cups
plastered to her chest.  "That gets you a ÔC' at most," I said, wondering
how far I could get her to go.  "That's a far better grade than you have
now." I looked at her over the tops of my glasses and she blushed.  I think
her embarrassment was less from standing topless in front of me than from
failing my class.

   "What else do you want me to do?" she asked, clearly having hoped that
flashing her tits at me would be enough.

   "Take off your skirt and panties," I told her, watching as she blushed
even more brightly.

   "I'm...  I'm not wearing panties," she whispered.

   "Hmm...  someone's a naughty girl.  Take off the skirt."

   Slowly, Stacey unzipped the skirt in back, letting it fall around her
feet, revealing her slim hips and fiery red pubic area.  Her hands
subconsciously moved to cover her nudity but I cleared my throat, looked
pointedly at her, and they slowly dropped to her sides.

   I motioned her closer, clearing a corner of my desk.  Walking quickly to
where I was sitting, she started to sit down facing me, but I again
motioned with my hand, making it clear she was to lean over the desk,
facing away from me.

   Seeing her ready to argue, I quickly stopped her, pointing more
forcefully at the desk.  Sighing, Stacey bent at the waist, presenting me
with her puckered asshole and pussy, still dry and tightly closed.

   Reaching out one hand, I felt her body tense and heard Stacey gave a
little squeak as my fingers brushed one smooth ass cheek.

   "What does this get me?" she asked.

   "We'll see," I replied, teasing my fingers through the lips of her
pussy, noticeably more pronounced than when I had first seen them.  "At
least a ÔB' though."

   She nodded, seemingly pleased.  As she pushed herself back against my
fingers I found myself wondering how much an "A" really meant to this
woman.

   I found myself growing more aroused as I pushed my fingers deeper into
Stacey's moist cunt.  Continuing my in-and-out sawing motion with my left
hand, I quickly unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my slacks with the other.
Shifting around in my chair, I somehow managed to get both my pants and
underwear down around my knees.

   My movements alerted Stacey to what I was doing and she turned and gazed
at my erection, her face a mask of lust and desire.  She shook her head
from side to side.  "Uh uh...  if you fuck me I definitely get an ÔA' in
your class."

   I thought about it, feeling my cock stiffen even more at her suggestion.
I voiced my next idea somewhat nervously.  "I can get laid anytime I want,"
I bluffed.  It was a complete lie, I hadn't had sex since I broke up with
my last girlfriend a few months earlier.  "I want your ass." I heard her
gasp, but it was true.

   I'd never had anal sex before, but the thought of it always produced my
best orgasms.  I generally imagined the woman strapped to a chair or tied
to a bed when I masturbated to that fantasy, but I would consider myself
fortunate if this current gamble paid off.  My drawer full of scarves and
leather ties would have to wait.

   I continued pumping my fingers in and out of her now dripping pussy,
waiting for Stacey to say something.  Finally she answered, her voice
throaty and breathless.  "You promise I'll get an ÔA' for the semester."
She seemed suspicious, well aware she would have no one to complain to if I
didn't do as I said I would.  No one other than the police, that is.

   "Yes," I answered, feeling her thrust back against my hand, her pussy
contracting and grabbing at my fingers as she neared her own orgasm.

   "Fine," she answered.  "But you have to be careful.  I've never done it
that way before...  in the butt."

   I smoothed a hand over her firm ass cheeks, reveling in the soft skin
and firm musculature underneath, knowing that in a matter of moments I
would be thrusting my cock in between them.

   I stood, removed my pants completely, and moved in behind her.  I felt
Stacey tense as I drew near, but surprised her by shoving my cock into her
pussy.  Her entire body gave a huge spasm and she let out a small scream as
I entered her.

   "Oh fuck," she moaned, her chest heaving.  She grabbed the corners of
the desk for support, pushing her ass against me.  "I thought you were
going to do me...  the other way."

   "I'm going to," I said.  "Be patient."

   Knowing she would need a great deal of lubrication, I reached between
our bodies to her sopping pussy and began transferring her juices to where
they would do the most good.  Slipping a finger past her tight sphincter, I
pushed in again and again, each time working more of her slippery oils
inside, all the while slowly stretching her anus.

   "You feel so big in me now," she panted.  "What's your cock going to
feel like there?"

   "Big," I answered, smiling.  I thrust quickly in her pussy and felt her
body shake as a small tremor flowed through her.  I withdrew suddenly and
watched as her pussy gaped open for a moment.  I could clearly see the
bright pink of her inner folds, but soon the outer lips closed shut.

   I drew a finger over her lips again and collected one last bit of
lubricant, smearing it over my already coated shaft, stroking myself to
full hardness once more.  Hunching forward, I placed the tip of my cock
against her anus, pushing gently forward.  "I'll go slow," I said, feeling
her muscles tense beneath me.  "You have to relax or it's going to hurt
even more."

   Stacey nodded.  Obviously trying to do what I said, she slowed her
breathing and I could see her asshole twitch as she tried to relax her
internal muscles.

   The change was remarkable and, without realizing it was happening, I
found that the first inch of my cock had popped through the tight ring of
her anus.  It came as a surprise to her, too, as her tight sphincter
quickly clamped down hard on my shaft, drawing a groan from me and a yelp
of pain from Stacey.

   Waiting for a moment, giving her time to get used to fighting her body's
natural urge to force my cock out of her rectum, I gently kneaded the firm
cheeks of her ass with my hands.

   As I rubbed and squeezed, I heard Stacey give a quiet moan of pleasure.
I felt something brush gently against the soft hair on my balls and
realized she had reached underneath her body and was busily playing with
her pussy, trying to gain any small amount of pleasure she could.  Feeling
her ass loosen once again, I shoved steadily forward, managing to bury half
my length in her tight hole before she clamped down again.

   We went through the process two more times.  She relaxed, I pushed, she
clamped down.  Finally, I found myself buried completely in her ass.  I
wondered, looking at my pubic hair mashed tightly against her sweat-covered
ass, if she was clean or if bits of nastiness would appear on my cock each
time I withdrew.  I shuddered at the thought.

   Deciding enough time had passed, I slowly withdrew half my cock, feeling
her sensitive insides scraping against the skin of my cock.  We both
moaned. Glancing down, I was surprised to see that her ass was clinging to
my cock so tightly that she was being turned inside out.  "Does it hurt?" I
asked, concerned.

   "No...  yes...  no...  not that bad," she stuttered.  "It hurt a lot
going in, but not so bad now.  I feel so full," she exclaimed.  "It kind of
burns when you move, but not in a real bad way."

   I nodded, although she couldn't see.  More than likely I needed more
lubricant.  Reaching down to her pussy, I met her fingers, and together we
drew more juices onto my hand, which I quickly used to coat my shaft.  I
withdrew completely from her ass and spit directly on her distended
sphincter, causing Stacey to jump, then quickly placed the head of my cock
at her asshole again.  Pushing in more quickly this time, I felt my newly
lubricated shaft slip inside her barrier with much less resistance.  Her
groan was more pleasure, less pain, although I'm sure this was
uncomfortable for her.

   In the back of my mind I realized I didn't care.  Not concerning myself
with the consequences of my actions, I justified them with the fact that
she had initiated everything.  She had come to me, begging for a better
grade, throwing herself at me.  What else could I have done?

   I picked up the pace of my thrusting and began pounding into her ass
with no thought other than to get myself off as quickly as possible. 
Slamming my crotch roughly against her rear end, I slapped her quivering
ass cheeks repeatedly, earning me a squeak of disapproval.

   I felt a tingling in my balls and knew my orgasm was imminent, so I
slowed my movements, deepening my thrusts, trying to drag out the
sensations.  Grabbing onto the flesh of each ass cheek, now reddened from
my spanking, I thrust one last time, holding our bodies together as I came.
I felt my balls jump as spasm after spasm raked my cock, my sperm flooding
her hot tunnel.  I slumped onto her back and wiped my sweaty face against
Stacey's curly red hair, delighting in the soft feel of it against my
cheek. I felt myself soften and slip out of her ass.

   I sat down in my chair, my cock coated with our juices, but no pieces of
shit, I noticed.  Grabbing a tissue, I gently wiped the fluids quickly
draining from Stacey's ass.  I rested there for a moment, regaining my
senses, and wondered how Stacey would react now that the deed was finished.
Would she tell someone?  Would I get in trouble?  I hadn't thought long
enough about the consequences before allowing my cock to do the thinking
for me, and I realized I could get into quite a bit of trouble.

   Stacey alleviated my fears as she got to her feet and unsteadily turned
to me.  She smiled weakly.  "It wasn't that bad," she managed, blushing as
she said it.  "I kinda got off, you know?  Knowing you were back there?"
She emphasized "Ôback there"Ô as if I wouldn't know what she was referring
to, feeling the need to clarify.  I nodded.  Obviously I didn't need to
tell her I'd also enjoyed it.  Small trails of my proof were slowly
dripping down her legs.

   "So, do I still need to come to your class, Mr.  B.?"

   In the coming years, this was a question often asked by my female
students after they had earned an "A" in one of my classes.  But this was
the first time I was forced to make a decision on the matter.  I realized I
couldn't have Stacey skipping the last month and a half of school, so I
shook my head.  "I'm sorry, Miss Roberts, but you'll still have to attend
class," I said, watching her face drop.  I had another thought.  "Although,
if you'd like a little personal time, you know...  some tutoring, then it
would probably be okay to miss class.  Say, one extra session a week?" I
looked at her, hoping.

   "I guess that's fair," she finally said.  "Would you want to...  you
know...  do me back there each time?" She looked nervous at the thought,
and I noticed she was sitting awkwardly, balanced on one cheek, avoiding
pressure on her still sensitive asshole.

   "No," I answered.  Thinking of how readily Stacey was acquiescing to my
ideas, I suddenly thought of the drawer in my house full of scarves and
leather ties, and had another idea.  "Not every time.  I have something
else in mind for these study sessions."

   She looked at me for a moment, trying to judge my intent.  Finally she
nodded.  "So, next week, here in your office?" I shook my head.

   "My home," I replied.  Another suspicious look.  "It's more private. 
You wouldn't want anyone to find out about...  our arrangement, would you?"
Her relief evident, she agreed.

   After a few moments, Stacey began rearranging her clothes and I did
likewise, pulling up my now wrinkled slacks.  I walked her to the door,
opened it slowly, and looked outside.  Deserted, as I'd expected. 
Hopefully no one had heard our rutting.

   As Stacey walked past me, I gave her a sharp slap on the ass.  She
yelped in surprise and turned to me, eyes wide.  I grinned menacingly. 
"Don't forget about next week."

   *****

   October, 2003

   I was jerked back to the present as I heard Katie scream in front of me.
"Oh my God!  You're so big in my ass."

   I looked down at Katie's firm ass cheeks, wrapped tightly against my
throbbing cock.  It had taken many false starts, but finally my prick was
wedged firmly in the dry heat of her anus.  It was tight, tighter by far
than my fist, which was all I had known for six years.  I slapped her ass,
watching the firm flesh ripple slightly from the contact, and groaned as
her inner muscles clamped down on my shaft.  Twisting at the waist, I
enjoyed the sensation as her ass pressed down on different parts of my
cock.

   "Oh...  Mr.  Bergerud...  you feel so big!  I feel so full...  I've
never been so stuffed before." Katie's breath was coming in short gasps,
she was almost panting and I could see beads of sweat on her forehead as
she turned her head, a wild look in her eye.  "Does is feel good?  Do you
like fucking me in the butt?" she asked, a moan escaping her lips as I
pulled all but the head of my prick from her ass.

   "You feel wonderful...  so hot and tight." I slapped her ass, first one
hand and then the other, causing her muscles to squeeze down on my prick
again and again.

   Picking up speed, I began ramming my dick in and out of her ass, a small
shiver running over my flesh.  Each time I withdrew my cock I could see
some of the sensitive inner lining come with it, turning her ass inside
out.

   I felt my orgasm building and pushed ahead, thrusting my balls against
the wetness and heat of her pussy, my pubic bone ramming against the soft
cheeks of her ass.  Again and again I thrust until at last my entire
universe contracted and focused on the tip of my dick.  I felt the cum rush
out the head of my cock, splashing the insides of her rectum and coating my
shaft.  Thrusting again, I felt the contractions grow slowly weaker and my
cock grow soft, held in only by the tight ring of her anus.

   I reached around to grasp the twin melons of Katie's breasts, pulling
and tweaking at her engorged nipples, causing her to moan.  Feeling myself
finally pop free of her ass, I collapsed back against a filing cabinet. 
For a moment I stood there, watching as my sticky cum worked its way out of
her anus and spilled down her thighs.

   I watched with renewed arousal as Katie reached her hand between her
still-shaking thighs, catching our slippery fluids on her fingers.  She
stood and turned on wobbly legs, eyes boring into mine, as she rubbed my
cum into her breasts.  My cock twitched as she brought herself to a small
orgasm.  Katie cried out in her passion and collapsed back onto my desk,
pussy gaping open with arousal.  I stroked myself in a vain attempt to
reach another erection, but it was useless.

   Finally spent, I sat in my chair.  My pulse slowly dropped until I could
no longer feel the blood rushing past my ears.  Taking a deep breath, I
looked at Katie slumped over the edge of my desk, still fully on display to
my leering eyes.  I had done it again.  I wanted to scream.  Could life get
any worse?

   *****

   April, 1982

   The week after I fucked my first student, I was a complete wreck in
class, fumbling over my lecture notes and generally confusing the students.
All I could think about was Stacey and whether or not she would show up at
my home that weekend.  Truth be told, if she hadn't I still would have
given her the "A" she had earned, but I certainly hoped she would be back
for more.

   Stacey was true to her word and arrived at my doorstep the following
Friday around dinner time.  Deciding her first experience should be a good
one, I told her we would be eating first.  She seemed pleased but was
certainly surprised when I ordered her to take off her clothes.  Glancing
at me in confusion, Stacey stood there for a moment, unmoving.  I said
nothing.  Instead I simply raised an eyebrow, silently prodding her to
action.

   She quickly began removing her clothes and finally stood before me,
naked and trembling.  Sitting on a kitchen chair, I motioned her toward me,
indicating that she should lay across my lap.  She hurriedly complied,
stretching her lithe frame over my legs.  I could feel her breasts pushing
against me, her nipples two firm buttons on the soft flesh of her tits.

   Gently stroking her legs and buttocks, I heard Stacey give a soft sigh.
Suddenly I drew back my hand and brought it down solidly on one ass cheek.
She yelped and struggled to turn to me, upset with my actions.  "Stop
fighting it," I hissed sharply, drawing a surprised look.  "Stay still,
dammit.  When you're in my house you do exactly as I tell you, when I tell
you.  Don't question me.  Don't ask me to repeat myself.  Do you
understand?"

   She stared at me for a moment and I brought the palm of my hand down
sharply on her other cheek, her pale skin turning pink under my blows.  "Do
you understand?" I repeated.  Wordlessly she nodded.  "Good." I helped her
to her feet.  "Let's eat."

   Dinner was a popular item of the dayÑfondue.  As the oil heated, I cut
two small steaks into tiny cubes, placing them in a bowl and carrying it to
the table where Stacey was busy assembling two salads.

   While eating, Stacey talked mainly of school and her boyfriend back
home. "Have you fucked him?" I asked, enjoying her mildly shocked
expression, still not used to my crude language in front of her.  She shook
her head that she had not.  "Will you?"

   She thought for a moment.  "If you want me to," she replied quietly.

   I shook my head and her eyes got big, afraid she'd made another error.
"Stacey, outside of this house you can act however you want.  I'm not going
to make you do things you don't want to do.  In my bedroom I may push you
to try things you wouldn't otherwise have experienced, but I promise not to
hurt you." She nodded her understanding.

   After dinner the two of us walked to my room, which I had prepared in
anticipation of her arrival.  "I want you to place yourself completely in
my hands," I said.  She simply looked at me and nodded, glancing quickly at
the bed.

   On all four corners of the bed I had tied simple scarves.  Blood red,
each was knotted around a bedpost.  They were soft to the touch, but were
made of nylon, so that too much shifting around would cause burns if tied
too tightly.  I had tested them on myself that afternoon.  While they
shouldn't hurt her, it would be nearly impossible for Stacey to break free.

   I motioned Stacey toward the bed.  She quickly climbed on, still naked
from dinner, and positioned herself on the coverlet.  Realizing what was
happening, she spread herself for me, forming the letter X with her arms
and legs, seemingly reaching for the scarves.

   Quickly tying the scarves around Stacy's wrists and ankles, I told her
what the evening had in store for her.  "Tonight you will be completely at
my mercy." Her eyes grew wide as she nodded her understanding.  "Your body
will be mine.  Do you understand?" I received another nod.  "Good."

   I walked back to the kitchen and retrieved a few items I had stashed
away before Stacey's arrival.  When I returned, I made sure Stacey saw each
one of them.  Slowly and deliberately I placed them beside her on the bed
and watched, amused, as she eyed me intently.

   First I picked up a candle.  About ten inches long, it was bigger around
than my wrist, and I saw Stacey open her mouth to say something, then
quickly shut it.  Beside the candle I placed a kitchen duster.  Finally I
drew a gasp as I placed the third item on the bed.

   I had taken a large carving knife, the biggest I owned, from the
kitchen. The blade was six inches long and as sharp as I could make it. 
Grabbing a piece of paper from the night stand beside the bed, I dragged
the tip of the knife over the paper, showing Stacey the clean cut it made.

   "We'll have to be very careful with this, won't we?" She nodded, a bit
of color draining from her face, unsure what she'd gotten herself into.

   To add a bit of drama to the entire ordeal, I grabbed a fifth scarf from
the night stand and quickly tied it over her eyes.  I had no intention of
causing Stacey harm, and in fact didn't intend to really use the knife, but
didn't want her to know.

   Blind and unable to move, Stacey lay motionless on the bed.  Her breath
came in short bursts, her muscles rigid, afraid to move.  It was perfect.

   "I think the knife should be first," I said quietly.  I saw her tense at
my words.  Knowing she would be most nervous right away, I took the handle
of the knife and quickly brought the flat of the blade down on her breasts,
the cold metal impacting her erect nipples.  She screamed at the contact,
quickly clamping her mouth closed, and I saw her blush.

   At first assuming she was embarrassed about her outburst, the sharp odor
of urine soon told me otherwise.  In her panic and disorientation, her
bladder had released a small squirt of piss, now dribbling down her leg. 
As I dragged the dull edge of the knife over her pussy, she again squirmed,
but made no noise.

   "Better," I said, tapping the cold steel against the top of her cunt,
teasing her clit.  I heard her hiss in response and knew that the
uncertainty of the situation, coupled with her lack of power and the
possibility of pleasure, or pain, had Stacey literally and figuratively on
the razor's edge.  Her chest was flushed with arousal while much of her
pale skin was pimpled in goose bumps.

   Abandoning the knife, I next grabbed the duster.  Teasing her flesh, I
lightly brushed the feathers over Stacey's skin, paying close attention to
her nipples and pussy.  Dragging the feathers across her tiny belly button,
I used the handle to press down on her cunt mound.

   I watched as Stacey involuntarily tried to squeeze her legs together. 
Frustrated at her inability to do so, she tilted her hips upward, trying to
press her pussy more tightly against the wooden handle.

   "Stay still," I commanded, and she froze.  Quickly I raised the duster
off her flesh and brought it down sharply against her cunt.  She jerked in
surprise, making a small noise, but didn't speak.

   I quickly returned to teasing her flesh lightly and soon smelled the
fresh scent of her arousal.  Her lower lips had swollen and opened
completely, revealing her hot pink flesh to my eyes.  Grabbing the duster
by the feathers, I gently touched the handle to her pussy, rubbing quickly
upward from the bottom of her lips.  Not wanting to inadvertently give her
a sliver, I didn't allow the handle to penetrate Stacey's cunt.  Instead, I
dragged it over her lips again and again.  She was fully aroused now, as
evidenced by her erect nipples, and her clit had once more poked up from
under its hood.

   Gently pinching her clit between my fingers, I lowered my head and
quickly lashed my tongue over the erect button again and again, soon
feeling the lower half of my face flooded in juices as Stacey gave in to
her orgasm.

   I felt myself becoming more and more aroused, so I raised up from the
bed and quickly shed my clothes.  Fully erect, I moved to the head of the
bed, and gently rubbed my cock over Stacey's panting face.  As she tried to
capture me in her mouth, I played a silent game of keep away, only allowing
her pink tongue to dart over my hot flesh.

   Tiring of this, I returned my attentions to her body.  I took the candle
in one hand, struck a match with the other, and lit the wick.  I held the
candle so that Stacey had no doubt what I'd done and watched as a range of
emotions crossed her face.  For ten long minutes I sat there, unmoving.

   At first Stacey was tense, waiting for my next move, confused then
frightened when it didn't come.  At last she could hold back no longer. 
"Hello?  Mr...  Mr.  B?"

   I quickly grabbed the duster, swiping it over the turgid tips of her
breasts, causing a sharp cry of surprise and, I would imagine, a bit of
pain.  Blushing furiously, Stacey quickly shut her mouth and lay quietly.
Eventually she relaxed and began breathing easily.

   Knowing it would be completely unexpected, I picked the candle off the
night stand and tipped it gently, sending a few drips of hot wax dripping
onto her belly.  She convulsed but said nothing.  Again I waited a long
while until she had relaxed.  I dripped more wax, this time on the soft
underside of her breasts, watching Stacey's stomach muscles clench as she
fought back a cry of surprise.  I repeated this a few more times, before
finally extinguishing the candle.

   Stacey was once again breathing heavily from her exertions, and I took
the opportunity to tighten the scarves.  I then planted myself between her
open legs and stroked my cock slowly, bringing it to full hardness. 
Dragging the spongy tip of my penis through the matted red hair of her
fiery bush, I heard a quiet moan, but chose to ignore it.

   Deciding Stacey was more than ready, I grabbed the base of my cock with
one hand and leaned forward.  I spread her slick pussy lips with my free
hand and buried myself completely in her juicy cunt in one stroke.  For the
first time I felt my cock enveloped in her wet folds and for a moment
rested there, my hips locked in the saddle of her thighs, relishing the
sensation as her frantic cunt gripped and rippled around my shaft.  Slowly
I began thrusting in and out of her tight sheath.

   Knowing I wouldn't last long, I quickly picked up my pace.  I placed my
hands on Stacey's breasts and roughly pulled at her nipples, kneading the
spongy mass of her tits.  I could feel my orgasm boiling upward from my
balls as I slammed into her cunt again and again, finally feeling myself go
over the edge.  My cock twitched uncontrollably as I shot my sticky load
deep within Stacey's clutching pussy.

   Exhausted from my exertions, I leaned forward, resting on my elbows. 
This brought my face in direct line with Stacey's tits, still standing tall
and firm as she lay on her back.  I took a nipple in my mouth and gently
bit down, flicking the tip with my tongue and feeling it stiffen in my
mouth.  Unable to provide herself with any stimulation, I felt Stacey try
in vain to thrust her hips against me, desperate for any contact on her
pussy.  I slowly pulled away from her, leaving her frustrated and horny.

   My pulse finally slowed and I stood, leaving Stacey on the bed.  Walking
from the bedroom, I moved to the bathroom and took a quick shower.  I dried
my hair with a towel and returned to my bedroom where Stacey still lay
unmoving on the bed.  Her cheeks and chest were still flushed with arousal
and I knew her body was still tense, close to another orgasm but unable to
get there.

   I took pity on her and lowered myself to her side.  Leaning close I
whispered in her ear, "Do you need to cum again?" She nodded quickly. 
Contemplating using my finger to get her off, I had another thought and
quickly untied one of her hands.  "I want to watch you masturbate.  Will
you do that for me?" There was a tiny pause, and Stacey nodded in
agreement.

   I released her hand from mine and watched, first in amusement as her
hand shot to her pussy, then in growing arousal as her ministrations moved
her close to, and finally through another body-wracking orgasm.

   Our activities had left Stacey breathless and weak, and I slowly untied
the remaining scarves.  I allowed her to lie there momentarily before
reaching down and lifting her off the bed.  I carried her to the bathroom,
the tub now full of steaming, soapy water, and let her soak in the hot
bath, rinsing away the sweaty evidence of our pleasure.

   I dried and clothed Stacey, taking great care to avoid her still tender
nipples and pussy as much as possible.  Finally she was presentable and
relaxed and the two of us sat on the sofa, sipping together from a large
glass of water.

   Properly hydrated, Stacey stood shyly.  "Is it okay if I leave now?" I
glanced at the clock, surprised to see it was nearly midnight.  I nodded,
apologizing for the late evening.

   "No!  I loved it...  most of it..." Stacey blushed.  "It was... 
interesting.  It's just...  I have a lot of studying to do this weekend."

   I told her I understood, reminded her that she need not come to class as
long she kept returning to my home on Friday evenings, and sent her on her
way.

   As I watched Stacey walk back toward the main campus, I began berating
myself for getting involved with a student.  I decided I needed a drink and
poured four fingers of scotch into a tumbler with a bit of soda water.  I
ignored the burn as the amber liquid drained down my raw throat and
swallowed as quickly as I could, soon emptying the glass.  I resisted the
urge for another and sat quietly in my chair, waiting for the alcohol to
soothe my nerves.

   I knew what I was doing was risky.  Jail time was no longer a
possibility, as Stacey was of legal age, but I still worried about my job
and reputation.  I had to be careful.  Pausing in my thoughts I laughed
aloud.  The idea of actually ending this...  whatever it was...  with
Stacey was not an option.  I had tasted power and found it good.

   *****

   October, 2003

   While I regained my strength, I fiddled with my cock, slowly squeezing
out the remaining semen, shivering in my chair as bit by bit my erection
subsided.

   Looking at Katie's gaping asshole, I felt my cock give a twitch, and
while it was a valiant effort, knew I was done fucking for the day.  Thirty
years gives a lot to a man, experience, patience, skills, but most
definitely robs him of quick recovery time.  Sighing, I shoved my cock back
in my pants and stood.

   As Katie gathered her clothes, I again noticed the tight leather pants
she had worn to my office.  If I remembered correctly, pants like that had
been out of style for some time, but on her they looked perfect.

   Thinking of leather led my thoughts to other bits of leather I still had
lying around the house.  As guilty as I felt about screwing one of my
students, I couldn't help imagine what Katie would look like tied to my
bed, ball gag in her mouth.

   My collection had grown over the years, and in my mind I saw Katie
spread on my bed, a vibrator stuffed in her cunt, butt plug up her ass.  I
had purchased, but never had a chance to use, a set of nipple clips with
penis-shaped weights dangling from them.  The thought of attaching the
pieces of metal to Katie's ample breasts sent a shiver to me.

   Try as I might, I found myself unable to shake the image and, more
quickly than I might have imagined, felt myself slipping into a role I' had
not played for many years.

   Before I had a chance to speak, Katie looked up at me, a grin on her
face.  "Oh my God, that was so hot." She almost looked pleased with
herself, as if she had wanted this to happen.  Maybe she had.

   Suddenly my conscience was back.  If she wouldn't feel bad about this, I
would.  "Katie, I need to apologize.  What I just did was unprofessional
and I could be fired for doing it.  For even suggesting it.  I'm sorry."

   She looked at me for a moment and I again noticed how beautiful she was.
Her body was spectacular.  I had always been a fan of large breasts, and
Katie delivered in that department.  Her nipples were still engorged and
again I imagined clamping down on them with my clips.

   Her face was Roman with a slightly larger than ideal nose, but it was
well-proportioned.  She looked regal.  I was hardly one to talk, blessed
with a large nose myself.  Realizing neither of us had spoken for what
seemed hours, I cleared my throat.  "Again, I'm sorry."

   It sounded insufficient to me, but Katie apparently found it hilarious,
as she broke into laughter.  "Sorry?" She smiled brightly at me.  "Don't be
sorry!  I loved it, I just wasn't sure I could go through with it.  I
wasn't sure you would go for it, either." She eyed my pants where another
erection was beginning to form, and I blushed.

   "I'm sorry," I repeated, a broken record.

   She looked me directly in the eye.  "I think you'd go for it again,
wouldn't you?"

   I blushed, but nodded.  "I would, so help me God.  I haven't done
anything like this with a student for twenty years, but I have to have you
again.  I think there are many things I could teach you." I thought of all
my restraints and toys sitting, unused at home.  If I was going to be
fired, I may as well deserve it.

   Reaching into her bag, Katie shocked me by pulling out a set of wrist
and ankle restraints and placing them on my desk.  Spreading her legs, she
grabbed one restraint and ran the supple leather through her dripping
pussy. Using the restraint as a tiny whip, Katie brought it down sharply
against her own clit, sending a shock through her body.  She panted with
lust, and looked at me.  "Do you want to tie me up here in your office, or
should we go back to your place?"

   *****

   June, 1985

   Stacey had indeed returned the following Friday, and the next week, and
the next, until the end of the school year.

   Stacey's birthday fell one week before the end of the term, and I had a
special present in mind for her.  While wandering through the barely-lit
back room of a nearby smut shop, I found an ad for a man who did custom
leather work.  I placed a telephone call and asked him about something
specific I had in mind, an item he immediately agreed would be a simple
project.

   The day of Stacey's birthday arrived and we had agreed to meet at my
house.  All I would say was her present was a surprise and she should ask
me no questions or risk a whipping.  She blanched at the idea.  I had
introduced her to my riding crop two weeks before and had gotten a bit
overzealous.  It had started out stimulating for both of us.  I could see
Stacey's nipples, swollen and tender as the leather fringe assaulted her
tender flesh.  Her moans increased my own lust, and I swung with too much
force.  Her cries of passion quickly turned to true pain, and I swung down
again before the change cut through my addled brain.

   Regaining my senses, I saw that I had cut into the soft tissue on the
underside of one breast, the wound pink with blood.  Quickly unfastening
the shackles around Stacey's wrists, I gently laid her down on my bed
before running to the kitchen for a towel and first aid supplies.  I had
apologized profusely, but Stacey had sworn it was unnecessary.  "You'll
always do what's best for me," she said, her eyes full of pain and love,
suffering, and adoration.

   I had gently cleaned her wounds, kissing her gently on the lips.  While
I was tending her injuries, Stacey attempted to shift around on the bed,
nipping at my still swollen penis, finally bringing me to orgasm in her
mouth while I applied a bandage to her breast.  When she had gone, I sat in
my kitchen nursing a cup of coffee and trying not to shake.  I realized my
lust to dominate and control could easily cross a line I was not willing to
cross.  I needed something to remind me of that at all times.

   It never ceased to amaze me, but several times Stacey had mentioned that
she depended on me to control her.  The first time she said it I didn't
understand what she was saying.  "It's simple," she replied.  "Before I
started coming to your house, college life was a mess for me.  I'd dated
all the wrong kinds of guys, spent too much time partying and getting
drunk, and was failing more than your class.  Since then, you've taken
charge of my life.  I trust you to do what's good for me."

   To her it was simple, but as much as I loved it, I still felt guilty. 
It was in this guilt and angst that the idea for her present came to me.

   When Stacey arrived for her birthday celebration, I immediately had her
change clothes into nothing more than tight leather pants and a pink frilly
sweater.  She looked for all the world like a whore from the 1950s.  Her
ass filled out the pants nicely, leaving nothing to the imagination, and
the jiggle of her tits under the sweater made clear she was bra-less.

   On the drive to the store, Stacey reached over at my command and
unfastened my trousers.  Pulling my thickening cock from my pants, she
sucked and licked me to full hardness and kept me there the entire hour we
were in the car.

   When we parked in front of the store, I took a quick look around.  "A
family of three are parked in a station wagon to our right and a police car
with two officers are parked on our other side." Stacey immediately started
to move toward the car door but was stopped by my hand on the back of her
head.  "You will suck me off before we go into the store.  You will not
swallow my cum, but will hold it in your mouth.  You will not talk while we
are in the store."

   Stacey did as I bid her, quickly bringing me to orgasm.  She showed me
her tongue bathed in my semen, then the two of us exited the car, walking
the short distance to the run-down building.  I walked to the counter,
Stacey behind me, and waited while the clerk helped a customer.

   He finished the sale and turned to us.  "Help you?" he asked.  I nodded
and explained who I was, and that I was expected.  He led us to a back
room, pointing us to a pair of chairs.  Quickly walking to the front of the
store, he locked the door and soon rejoined us.

   More forcefully than I thought necessary, the clerk grabbed Stacey by
the hair, twisting her head forward and back, from side to side.  I saw her
sputter and start to choke on her mouthful of my spunk, but she did not
spill any, nor did she swallow.

   Grabbing a tape measure, the clerk measured around Stacey's neck and,
motioning for her to stand, pulled Stacey's arms behind her back, measuring
her wrists and taking additional measurements.  Explaining that he had to
do a bit of adjusting, the clerk left, leaving Stacey and me alone for a
moment.  He quickly returned and handed me a package.  I paid and we were
left alone.

   "Take off your shirt," I commanded abruptly.  Startled, Stacey pulled
off the frilly sweater, which I took from her.  "Show me your tongue."
Seeing that she still had a mouthful of my cum, I told Stacey she could
swallow it now.  She did, and I could see her shiver as the thick, viscous
liquid went down her throat.

   I reached into the bag and pulled out an item that appeared at first
glance to resemble a cigar.  It was, in fact, a leather bridle bit, which I
forced between Stacey's mouth, pushing it as far back in her jaw as I
could. Attached to each end of the bridle were lengths of leather cord. 
Pulling Stacey's arms behind her back, I quickly tied the cords to her
hands, crossed now, so her right hand was tied to the left side of the bit,
and vice versa.

   The cords were short enough to cause Stacey to have to make a difficult
choice.  If she allowed her arms to drop, her head was jerked backward by
the bit, while if she dropped her jaw, her arms were pulled painfully
upward.  I knew it was torture to stand like that for any amount of time
and quickly grabbed the other item in the bag, which was a tiny box that
held two metal clips.  I quickly attached each one to one of Stacey's
nipples and watched with growing desire as Stacey's nostrils flared as the
pain and pleasure mixed in her body.

   My cock was hard now and, bending Stacey over the back of her chair, I
dropped my pants, exposed my dripping shaft, and buried myself quickly in
her dripping pussy.  I knew I wouldn't take long, and after only a few
strokes, shot my second load of the day into Stacey's clutching cunt.

   I wiped our fluids off my cock and her pussy, dressed Stacey as best I
could, and left her bound and gagged.  I put the sweater on over her torso,
leaving both sweater arms dangling loose, but I knew it was a short walk to
the car.  Stacey began to panic when she realized I was not going to
release her, but a stern look and the realization that the family and
police car were no longer visible calmed her.  We walked quickly to the car
and drove home.

   The remaining three years of Stacey's college career went by very
quickly, it seemed.  The two of us were close, although Stacey once
jokingly said she only signed up for my classes because she knew she would
get a good grade.  In a way she was right.

   For a moment I pondered making Stacey a part of my life after her
graduation, but realized that I was her elder by almost fifteen years and
society in general, and the college in particular, would definitely frown
on it.

   Sadly, I watched her graduate one June day in 1985.  Graduation
ceremonies always bored me and this one was no different, although I did
get a particular thrill knowing Stacey was naked under her gown, her pussy
and asshole both filled with battery operated vibrators.  She walked across
the stage rather carefully, I thought, but I doubt anyone else noticed.

   The age of the Internet arrived in due course and I found myself once
again sucked into a nether world of smut, aided by a computer and modem.  I
was anonymous.  I was anyone.  I was everyone.  I was careful to never
reveal anything personal about my public life.  I was breaking no laws and
hurting no one, but I felt caution was in order.

   The next few years of my life were miserable.  My bondage fetish was met
by my online activities, but it was purely voyeuristic.  I needed someone
to share it with me, but didn't dare.  Although I had no shortage of
beautiful college freshmen willing to spread their legs for me, I had heard
rumors around campus that my proclivities were known.  This didn't stop me
from taking advantage of the young flesh constantly parading through my
office, but I was never again as deeply involved as I'd been with Stacey,
and felt no desire to take another young lover.

   Until Katie.  And she apparently knew everything about me.

   *****

   October, 2003

   The blood drained from my face, and my pulse soared as I looked at the
girl spread out before me, her face a mask of unadulterated lust.

   "What?" I squeaked.  It had not quite registered to me that she was not
only aware of my bondage fetish but was willing to go along with it.  "What
do you mean?" I asked.  She grinned at me, a shy look on her face, once
again an eighteen year-old girl.

   "Mommy says you're really good," Katie whispered.

   My breath was coming in short gasps now.  My chest felt tight, and I
could hear the blood pounding in my ears.  How did this...  who was... 
herÉ mother?  I realized I had no idea who she was.  Slowly the edges of my
vision turned fuzzy, slowly fading to black, and I fell to the floor.

   The first thing I saw when I came to was Katie's concerned face.  She
must have quickly dressed and run down the hall to the bathroom, as I felt
her covered breasts pressing deliciously against my arm as she wiped my
forehead with a damp paper towel.  Seeing I was conscious, her face
brightened noticeably.

   "Thank God!" she squeaked.  "I didn't know what to do when you passed
out.  Do you want a drink of water?" I nodded and she placed a cup at my
lips.  I slowly tilted my head back and felt the cool water wash over my
tongue and down my parched throat.  It helped but I was still disoriented.
Shaking my head slowly, I looked at Katie, her eyes still full of concern.

   "Who...  who is your mother?" I asked softly.

   Katie grinned at me.  "Stacey Roberts," she answered.

   I gasped when she said the name, and immediately relaxed, even managing
a nervous laugh.  I had fucked both mother and daughter!  Who would have
ever imagined?  Some things are stranger than fiction.

   "How...  why..." I was at a loss for words and shook my head to clear my
thoughts.  "Why are you here?" She smiled.

   "Mommy said you were always so careful with her," she said slowly, and I
nodded for her to continue.  "Although she did say you were rough when you
needed to be rough." She smiled and rubbed her still sore bottom.

   I grimaced.  It had been so long I hadn't been able to hold back. 
"That's true," I answered, "but doesn't explain why you've come to me."

   "Mommy also said you made her feel loved and secure.  She knew that when
she was with you, everything you did to control her made her trust you
more. I wanted to feel loved."

   "Doesn't your family love you?" I asked, watching as her face grew sad.

   "I don't know," Katie answered.  "Mommy does.  But I don't know about
Daddy.  I hope he does, but I never really knew him.  Mommy says she left
him before I was born." She started to cry a little.

   I reached for her, my own eyes misting over.  I knew how she felt.  I'd
had a difficult time of things when Stacey graduated.  Although I was
thirteen years her senior, in my vision of the future I saw the two of us
getting married and having children, but it wasn't to be.

   I pulled the shivering girl into my arms, stroking her back softly,
attempting to comfort her.  I wiped my hand across Katie's tear-streaked
cheeks and kissed her on the forehead, feeling her pull me closer.  Katie
raised her face to mine and kissed me softly.  Her lips were still puffy
and swollen with arousal, and tasted faintly of our sweat.

   As I leaned in for another kiss, there was a pounding on my office door,
startling both of us.  I panicked, nearly throwing the slight girl away
from me, but Katie just giggled, looking at her watch.  "She's early," she
said, smiling at my confusion.  It took me a moment, but what she said
quickly registered in my addled brain.  My eyes grew wide.  Katie had told
someone she would be in my office?  Someone knew about her visit?  I was
ruined.

   "Shit." I had always known my extra-curricular activities would catch up
with me someday.  The knocking continued, the door still unanswered.  Katie
saw my nervousness and leaned close to me, pressing her body against mine.

   "Don't worry.  It's just Mommy." If possible, my eyes grew wider with
fear and my pulse raced.  Katie just grinned, leaning up to whisper in my
ear.  "It's going to be okay."

   I nodded.  I would have to believe her.  She just smiled and continued
whispering, once again sending waves of panic and lust through my body.

   "Don't worry!  Mommy's told me everything about you.  We both love
you... Daddy."
   The End