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   _________________________________ A House in the Woods - Amy (M/f, d/s,
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   ________ "Damnit girl!  Watch what you're doing!" I wasn't normally this
harsh with waitresses, but then, I didn't normally get hot coffee poured in
my lap!

   "Oh!  I'm sorry, Sir!" the auburn-haired young lady cried.  Something in
the way she said it...  or maybe it was her posture...

   Whatever triggered it, I was beginning to get a feeling about this young
lady.  'Let's just see...!' I told myself.  There weren't many people in
the cafe, and none nearby, so I quickly devised a little test.

   "What's your name, girl!" I snapped.

   "Amy, sir!" she answered meekly, head down, hands wanting to clasp each
other, but having nothing to hold onto but the coffee pot.

   "Put the pot down before you scald someone else, Amy!" I said, watching
her face.

   She quickly fumbled the coffee pot onto the table, then started
fidgeting with the little apron she wore.

   "Go to the back and get three CLEAN towels." I commanded, "Two of the
towels are to be damp - not wet - with warm water.  The third is to be dry.
Is that clear?"

   "Yes, sir!" she answered, but she still stood, head down, as if waiting
for more orders.

   "Well?" I said, "What are you waiting for?  Hop to it before these
stains get set!"

   "Oh!" she cried, "Yes, sir!"

   While she was gone, I deliberately shifted my cock to the coffee-stained
leg of my trousers.

   She returned in a few minutes with the required towels, holding them out
to me.

   "What are you waiting for, girl?" I said evenly, "Clean this mess up,
then dry my pants with the other towel!"

   She quickly knelt beside me and dabbed at the 'safe' areas with one of
the damp towels.

   "Are you petting me, girl," I asked quietly, "or cleaning up your mess?"

   "I'm, uh, I'm cleaning...  uh, that is, I'm, uh..." she stammered.

   "I want those stains, all of them, gone, girl!" I didn't raise my voice,
just hardened my tone.

   "Yes, sir!" she answered, and started scrubbing at the material, still
trying to avoid the elongated bulge of my 'third' leg.

   "All of them, girl!" I hissed.

   She gulped and nodded, starting to tentatively scrub at the bulge as
well.  My cock, of course, started to grow and elongate.  Amy stared
fixedly at it, swallowing hard, as she continued her cleaning duties.  I
handed her the second towel and took the first, putting it on top of the
table.  Amy's strokes were no longer confining themselves to the stained
area, but were vigorously traveling the length of my bulge.  Her breath was
coming faster.  I watched down the scooped neck of her top as her lovely
breasts pressed rhythmically against the fabric.

   I handed her the dry towel and said softly, "Now, dry!"

   She looked briefly at my face, lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed,
then returned to her task.  She was very diligent, never looking up until I
was dry as a dishtowel could make me.

   "When is your next break, Amy?" I asked as she knelt beside me.

   She glanced at the watch she wore on her left wrist and said, "In about
fifteen minutes, sir."

   I handed her the towels and said, "Finish pouring my coffee, and come
back here on your break."

   "Yes, sir!" she said.  Her hand trembled as she poured, but all of it
went into the cup.

   As she turned to leave, I said sharply, "Amy!"

   "Yes, sir?" she turned back expectantly.

   "Before you come back here, go to the bathroom and remove your bra and
panties and bring them to me." I said softly.

   Her eyes went wide and her mouth worked as she swallowed several times,
but finally she nodded and scurried off.  I tried to remain calm over the
next quarter hour and not think about the consequences of Amy going to her
boss or the sheriff with her story.  Amy, though was having difficulties.
She dropped a tray of dirty dishes, then, while trying to clean up the
mess, knocked over a couple of chairs.

   One of the old women in the front of the cafe asked irritably, "What's
gotten into you today, Amy?  You've got the dropsy something awful!"

   Amy did her best to smooth things over and wound up making them worse.
Things progressed from bad to worse until Harvey, the owner of the cafe,
had had enough.

   "I don't know what's gotten into you, Amy, but you'd better take the
rest of the day off before you knock the whole place down!"

   "I'm sorry, Harvey!" she wailed, "I'll do better!  I just need to calm
down some!"

   "Amy," Harvey said, "you're usually the best waitress I've got, but
today you're an accident looking for a place to happen.  Just take the rest
of the day off and get whatever's got you so jittery out of your system!"

   "If you say so, Harvey." Amy glanced quickly in my direction, then at
the exit door, then at the restroom door.  I could almost hear the gears
turning in her mind.  Face flushed, she headed for the bathroom, paused for
a moment with her hand on the door, then went inside.

   It was several minutes before she emerged, a wadded up bundle of fabric
in one hand, and slipped into the booth across the table from me.

   "Put them on the table." was all I said.

   Blushing even more, she gave me a startled look, then, hesitantly,
placed the hand holding her little bundle on the table, reluctantly letting
it open to release the items on the tabletop.  Had we been anywhere else, I
would have let them stay in plain view, but I didn't really want our sleepy
little community waking up to my true nature, so I took the flimsy little
bits of satin and stuffed them in my pocket.

   "Why did you do that, Amy?" I asked in a low voice.

   "B-because you told me to, sir." she mumbled.

   "Do you do everything someone tells you to do?"

   "No, sir!" she blushed again.

   "Then why this time?" I gazed intently into her eyes.

   "I-I don't know, sir." she flushed even more, her young face a mask of
anxiety.

   "Shall I tell you why?"

   She gulped and nodded, her auburn tresses hiding her face for just a
moment.

   "You are a submissive, Amy." I said evenly, "Someone who needs another
person to tell her what to do - to surrender her life to."

   "That's not true!" she cried defensively.  "I'm not like that at all! 
Just ask anyone!"

   "You are with ME." I replied, "Take the middle finger of your right hand
and stick it deep into your pussy.  If it doesn't come out slimy with your
juice, I'll admit that I was wrong and leave you alone."

   "I can't do that!" she whispered fiercely, "Not here!  Someone will
see!"

   "No one can see what you do under this table, Amy." I said, "Do it now
or leave!"

   Blushing again, she moved her right hand under the table.  Her lush lips
parted and her eyelids fluttered as she impaled herself on her finger. 
Drawing it out, she tentatively raised her extended finger, practically
running with her passion, above the table-top.  She gazed at the fluids
running down her hand fearfully, shaking her head in denial.

   "Do you have a boyfriend, Amy?" I asked softly.

   "No, sir." she replied absently, still staring at her finger.  "I date a
couple of the local boys now and then, but nothing serious."

   "Stop seeing them." I said.

   That got her attention.  Eyes riveted to mine, she asked, "Why?"

   "Because you belong to me now." I replied, "I won't have others using my
property without my permission."

   I half-expected a tirade, and her head did start to shake involuntarily
in denial, but she just shivered and whispered, "Yes, sir."

   "Do you know where I live, Amy?"

   "Yes, sir." she was gazing raptly at my face, as if seeing me for the
first time.

   I threw a couple of bills on the table to cover my meal and her tip and
said, "Be there in one hour."

   About forty-five minutes later, her little Toyota pulled up into the
front yard.  I watched from inside the screen door as she got out and
climbed the steps to the front porch.  Since she was coming into shadow
from bright sunlight, she didn't see me behind the screen until she was
reaching to knock on the doorframe.

   "Remove your clothes.  Fold them, and hand them to me." I said calmly
through the mesh, "Each time you come here, you will do this, without being
told."

   "Here?!" she cried, looking desperately around the clearing, "Somebody
might see!"

   "No one will see," I said calmly, "except me and anyone I choose to
allow to see you.  Now do it!  You're wasting time!"

   Still flushed and nervous, she reached back and slid the zipper of her
dress down to her ass.  Amy shrugged out of the bodice but kept it clasped
tightly in front of her until she saw my expression harden.  Slowly, in
fits and starts, she let the fabric slip away from her breasts, pausing
again as auburn curls began to show.

   "I said 'strip', Amy!  Not 'strip-tease'!"

   With a start, she dropped the dress, stepping daintily out of it as it
puddled around her feet.  She picked it up, folded it as best she could,
and handed it around the screen to me.

   "Shoes and socks too!"

   She stepped on the heel of one shoe and pulled her foot out, using her
sock-covered foot to do the same with the other shoe.  Bending over, she
gave me a delightful view of her young breasts as she removed her socks.

   As she straightened, and handed me her shoes with socks tucked inside,
she started to cover herself with her hands, but realized that was not what
I wanted, and dropped her arms self-consciously to her sides.

   "Here are the rules, Amy." I began, as she stood, beautifully,
self-consciously, naked, on the other side of the screen, "Any time you
speak to me when we are not in public, you will call me sir.  You will not
speak unless asked a question or told to speak.  You may request permission
to speak occasionally, but only to clarify an order.  Once inside this
house, your body is mine to do with as I please.  You will choose a
safeword for use in case something exceeds your limits.  Use it with
caution, because you will be punished each time you use it.  Choose your
safeword now.  A word that will not come up in any sexual situation, but
which you can remember and say, even under extreme circumstances."

   She looked at me blankly for a few seconds while her mind caught up with
her ears, then gave a little shudder and said "Uh, 'ticket'?  Uh, sir!"

   "Can you remember to say that, even under extreme duress?"

   "Um, I think so, sir."

   "All right.  Your safeword is 'ticket'." I repeated, opening the screen,
"Now you may enter your new life."

   It was a bit melodramatic, but the shudder that went through her as she
stepped across the threshold was worth it.

   "Straight ahead to the kitchen, slave." I ordered.  The shiver that went
down her spine that time made her lovely buttocks quiver.

   I triggered the remote for the entrance to my dungeon and watched Amy's
eyes grow large as the back wall of the pantry sank inward.  I guided her
down the stairs with a hand on her elbow, her breath quickening with every
step.  As her eyes cleared the bottom of the stair opening, she gasped and
stopped, staring around her at the array of bondage fixtures, whips,
chains, and sex toys that assaulted her vision.

   I gave her a moment to absorb it all, then said softly "Move, slave. 
You'll want to experience a goodly portion of these things before the
evening is done!"

   Her head swung slowly from side to side as her feet automatically
continued her descent.  I wasn't sure if it was denial, or an attempt to
take in all around her.

   "Undress me, slave." I commanded, "Quickly!"

   Amy fumbled with my belt but finally got my pants down, then remembered
my shoes.  It was a bit of a struggle for her to untie and slip them off
with my pants bunched around my ankles, and I let her fumble with it until
she finally got shoes and pants off, then asked, "Are you learning, slave?"

   Another shiver realigned her spine and she answered meekly, "Yes, sir!"

   "See that you do!" was my only reply.

   The auburn-haired beauty finished undressing me without further mishap.
I grasped a handful of her lustrous hair and, stepping behind her, asked,
"Have you ever given a blowjob, slave?"

   Something about the word 'slave' touched a deeply buried part of her,
because every time I said it, she shivered, as if having a mini-orgasm.

   "Yes sir." she answered, her head bent far backward by my grip on her
hair, so that she looked at me upside down.

   "Have you ever been face-fucked, slave?"

   I watched her esophagus work as she struggled to swallow, "N-no sir."

   I smiled as I fed my growing erection into her mouth.  "There's a first
time for everything!"

   She was leaning backward on her hands, and with her head bent back the
way it was, I had a straight path down her lovely throat.  I took full
advantage of the the angle and, squatting a bit, fed her my rod until her
nose was buried in my scrotum.  I waited a few moments for her to get her
gag reflex under control.  She spasmed a little and retched a few times,
but finally managed to suppress the urge to vomit.

   I withdrew far enough to let her breathe, then went in again.  The
spasming of her tight little throat felt exquisite around the sensitive
glans of my buried cock.  I stroked in and out a few times, then buried
myself completely and stroked the bulging outline of my cock in her throat
with my fingers.

   "You look magnificent with my cock buried in your throat, slave!" I
said, sincerely.

   With no one touching her pussy, she came!  The flow of juice down her
slimy thighs tripled, and her 'slave' shiver turned into a full blown
orgasmic spasm!

   I stroked her cheek affectionately and pulled out far enough to let her
breathe.  "Do you deny, now, slave, that you are submissive?"

   Amy groaned around my cock, and raised herself to engulf it once again,
shaking her head as she went.  I let her face-fuck my cock for a few
minutes more, then raised her to her feet, trapping her hands behind her
and kissing her passionately.

   I triggered the sound-system remote and led Amy to a low, padded rail.
Heart's 'Magic Man' came on loud and strong as I strapped her face
down,lengthwise onto the pad.  I bound her hands to the support near her
head, and her feet to ringbolts in the floor that stretched her legs wide
apart.  To each of her dangling pink nipples, I attached one of the loops
of a double-ended chain.  When I had finished, the chain hung from her
nipples, suspended under the padded bar on which she lay.  Leaning over her
alabaster-skinned back, I drove my tongue into the crevice between her
legs, drawing a shriek as I licked from clit to anus in one swift stroke.

   Leaning further over, I concentrated on Amy's pink, crinkled rosebud,
tickling it first with just the tip of my tongue.

   "OH, SIR!" she cried, as I sank two fingers into her dripping honeypot
and stroked her G-spot.  Just then, Ann Wilson sang, "Ooooo, he got Magic
Hands!" and Amy came again!

   I stroked my new slave through two more orgasms, sinking my tongue
deeper and deeper into her softening anus.  By the time I moved behind her
Amy's body had so attuned itself to welcome the treatment I was giving her,
that she came twice as I sank slowly into her grasping pussy!

   Fully embedded, I leaned over and whispered in her delicate little ear,
"Do you like my cock in your slave-cunt, Amy?"

   She gasped and shuddered through another climax before answering, "Oh,
YES SIR!  It's SOOOO big!"

   "That's good Amy," I whispered, "Because I'm going to fuck my slave
now!"

   With that, I drew back, and started hammering her little pink pussy with
long, hard strokes, swiveling my hips at the end of each stroke to let her
feel her insides rearranging themselves to accomodate me.

   "Who do you belong to, slave?" I gasped, still pounding away.

   "YOU SIR!" she cried, pushing back to meet me, "Only YOU!"

   "And will you do anything I tell you to do, slave?"

   "YES <GASP> SIR!  Ohhhh!" she shuddered through another climax as I
ground into her.

   "That's a good slave!" I said, withdrawing from her hungry sheath, "Now
we'll see if you mean it!"

   So saying, I pushed slowly into her pink little anus.  Amy's head came
up and the tendons stood out on her neck as I made my slow journey into the
depths of her bowels.  A low sound, a mixture of growl, moan, and bestial
howl issued from her throat for the entire journey.  When I finally rested
with my pubic hair flattened against her soft white buttocks, I again
leaned over my slave's straining back.

   "Still like having my cock inside you, slave?" I whispered.

   "Ungh!  Oh, sir!" she gasped, "It's, it's so...  WICKED!  I NEVER felt,
ugh, ANYTHING so...  so WILD!"

   She made a tentative little circle with her hips and gasped at the
sensation of her intestines rearranging themselves around my swirling
cockhead.

   "So, is that a 'yes', slave?" I asked, still whispering.

   "Ooooooo!  YES!  SIR!" she cried, "YES!  YES!  YES!  SIR!"

   "Then you won't mind if I fuck your little slave ass?" I know.  I was
overusing the 'slave' term, but I just loved her reaction to it!

   "Please?" she said, looking over her shoulder, "Please fuck my little
slave ass HARD, sir!"

   How could I refuse a request like that?  I pulled out until my glans
caught on the inside of her sphincter, then drove back in, full-force.  I
relished the feel of invading her colon and the way her insides shifted and
slid aside to make room for me!

   Amy threw her buttocks backward to meet every stroke!  I slammed,
pounded and skewered her little alabaster moon with all my might, and she
met every thrust, emitting a bestial grunt as I hit bottom on each stroke!
Her head turned to the side and through her half-closed lids, I watched her
eyes roll back in her head each time I penetrated her!

   The heat, the tightness, the look and feel of her petite frame
submitting to my lust, and the very completeness of her surrender drove me
swiftly toward my finish and after having taken all three of Amy's most
private openings, I was loathe to resist!  Higher and higher I climbed,
feeling my scrotum tighten in preparation.  Finally, I crashed over the
edge, exploding deep into the hot, tight confines of Amy's willing little
butt!

   Screeching like a berserk Harpy, Amy reacted to the feel of my hot lava
coating her guts by thrashing back and forth on my impaling rod, then
jerking upward four or five times, very hard, as her own climax burst upon
her in greater force than any of the previous ones!

   After I caught my breath, I withdrew and washed myself in the dungeon
bathroom.  When I returned, I unfastened Amy's bindings and indicated a
spot at my feet, as I sat on one of the padded benches.

   "Kneel!" I commanded.  "Spread your knees wide and lock your hands
behind your neck."

   Amy complied and knelt, looking worshipfully up at me.

   "Tell me how you feel, slave." I commanded softly.

   "Oh, Sir!" Amy panted, "I feel confused!  I loved what you did, but I
hated myself for loving it!  I have never cum so often or so hard in my
life!  Everything I've ever been taught tells me I should be independent,
and not let anyone tell me what to do, but when you call me 'slave' I get
this sort of rush, and well...  I just don't know what to think about it!"

   "Shall I tell you what's going on, Amy?" I asked, "Or do you want to
work it out for yourself?"

   "Sir, if you can help clear up this confusion," she pleaded, "I would be
very grateful!"

   "Very well, slave." I answered, "First, you have to realize that our
parents and teachers don't even want to admit that submissive personalities
exist.  Even if they could, they could never help a submissive person
discover him- or herself, because it goes against all the tenets of our
society.  They are bound by the rules of our 'free' society to develop
'independent' thinkers, though in reality they develop people who are
programmed to believe whatever the media feeds them.  Since your program
has told you that you are an independent young lady, but your body and
subconscious mind enjoy being dominated, the real you conflicts with the
facade developed by those who raised and trained you.  As long as you hold
on to that training, you will always be in conflict, because you cannot
deny the real person inside.  If you embrace that person, become her, you
will find the confusion slipping away.  Once you accept that you are
submissive, the rest of your life can go on the way it always has, but when
you're with me, you will experience sex as you never have before."

   "B-but how can I just forget about what I've been taught all my life?"

   "I didn't SAY forget about it," I replied, "I said you need to embrace
who you are.  That doesn't mean forgetting about what you've been taught,
it means you put it aside when you're with me.  In the outside world, you
are who you have always been.  When you're with me, you are who you REALLY
are - a submissive little slut-slave who needs to be dominated and made to
do nasty, degrading things that she would never do otherwise, so she can
really enjoy her sexuality.  Tell me Amy, has your sex life been
satisfactory before today, or have you always felt that something was
missing?"

   "Now that you mention it, sir," she said meekly, "I have always thought
there should be more to sex."

   "And did you feel that way just now?"

   Her face lit up and practically glowed as she replied, "Oh, NO, sir! 
I've NEVER enjoyed sex so much!"

   "Does it puzzle you at all," I continued, "that you so easily gave in to
my demands?  Think about it.  You practically masturbated me through my
pants.  You took off your underwear at my command, and GAVE it to me in a
public place.  You diddled yourself and showed me the pussyjuice running
down your finger.  You came here, just because I told you too, and since
you've been here, you've done everything I've commanded with only the
occasional slight resistance.  Is that who you thought you were?"

   "No sir." she hung her head, but I raised her chin and gazed into her
eyes.

   "You.  Are.  My.  Slave." I said slowly, "You will keep your body ready
for me.  I will use it as I please for my sexual pleasure.  Do you have a
problem with that?"

   She searched my gaze, and hers softened.  "No sir!"

   "Ok, slave, I'm going to ask you to prove you mean that.  Get on your
hands and knees." I commanded.

   I whistled once - short and sharp.  Within a minute, two grey shadows
flowed down the stairs and looked expectantly at me.

   "There are no female dogs nearby, Amy," I said, "and my boys Caesar and
Czar here are awfully horny.  I want you to be their bitch.  Will you do
that for me slave?"

   Amy had always been friendly with the boys when I had them in town, but
this was something else!  She looked at them and swallowed a couple of
times, then looked at me and croaked, barely audibly, "Uh, yes sir."

   She was trembling, and I knew this was hard for her, but it was a
critical test and she knew it.

   "Do you want me to bind you," I asked, "or will you be a good bitch and
stay where you are while they fuck you?"

   "I'll uh...  I'll stay sir." I could barely hear her, but it was enough.

   I signaled Caesar to mount, and he wasted no time getting aboard. 
Caesar, above all else, loved being locked into a bitch's pussy.  His knot
started inflating the moment his cock emerged from its sheath, and he
eagerly slammed it home and waited for it to finish inflating!

   Amy stared at me, and her eyes got huge as she felt the softball sized
knot stretching her vagina.  This was a farming community, and I doubt that
there was anyone who didn't know that dogs tie with their bitches when they
breed, but not many had ever seen or experienced the size of a fully
inflated dog's knot - especially dogs as big as Czar and Caesar!

   "This is a spectator sport, Amy." I told her, "I'm the spectator, so I
want you to be the play-by-play announcer and tell me everything that's
happening, everything you feel!"

   "Oh Sir!  He's got this huge, hard, ball thing inside me!  He can't pull
out!  It's stretching me SOOO MUCH!" she wailed, "Oh GOD!  He's moving it
inside me!  His cock goes so deep and that ball thing is HUGE!  Oh, sir!  I
really AM his bitch!  He's locked inside me and I couldn't get him loose if
I wanted to!"

   "It's enormous," she continued, "and I can feel it moving back and forth
inside me!  OH it feels so sinful!  I'm being fucked by a huge dog, and I
love it!  Oh!  He's going faster now!  He's like a jackhammer, just
pounding away at me!  OH MY GOD!  I THINK HE's CU-CUMMING!  IT'S SO HOT! 
OOOOOOOOoooooooo!"

   She shuddered through her own climax as Caesar blasted his hot lava
inside her!  Amy's arms collapsed, leaving her face down on the floor with
her ass high in the air, still connected to Caesar's hard cock.

   Caesar turned sideways, then, lifting one hind leg, completed his turn
so that he was ass-to-ass with Amy, who moaned through another climax as
that giant knot turned over inside her!

   As quick as he was to knot up, Caesar was also quick to deflate.  It
took only a few minutes for his shrinking knot to shlurp its way out of
Amy's stretched, spasming pussy.

   "How do you feel, slave?" I asked gently.

   Amy gazed up at me through sweat-soaked amber strands, her ass still
high in the air, and said, "Like I've been rode hard and put up wet, sir!"

   I grinned at her little joke and asked, "Think you can handle Czar?"

   She gave me a feeble smile and replied, "All I can do is try, sir!"

   I picked her up and carried her to a bench, so she would have support
for her torso, but didn't bind her.  Amy smiled gratefully, if tiredly, at
me.

   "You've pleased me greatly, so far, slave." I said softly, stroking her
hair, "Hang in there a little longer, and then you'll be able to rest."

   Amy smiled again and nodded, saying, "Yes sir."

   I signaled Czar and he mounted quickly, having been aroused by his
brother's action with the lovely auburn-haired slave.

   "Amy," I ordered, "guide him to your ass.  I want him to sodomize you."

   Her eyes went wide and her throat worked as she swallowed hard, but she
hesitated only a moment.  With a meek "Yes sir." she reached behind her and
pointed Czar's primed weapon at her recently opened sphincter.

   Czar wasted no time driving himself home.  Amy gave a little shriek as
he plunged all the way in on the first stroke.  Unlike Caesar, Czar likes
the long strokes, and likes to wait until the last moment for his knot to
inflate.  He started a rapid in and out and Amy's eyes rolled back as she
felt his long slender weapon sliding rapidly in and out of her colon.

   Even deflated, Czar's knot makes a lump on the shaft of his cock, and
Amy started cumming as she felt that lump shuttling back and forth through
her sensitive sphincter.  I was tempted to make her do a 'play-by-play' on
this one, too, but changed my mind and watched as she surrendered
completely to Czar's masterful ravishment of her ass.

   Czar was poetry in motion as his pelvis and tail swung back and forth in
a smooth arc that pulled his cock out almost to its pointed tip, then drove
it smoothly back in until the tip of his sheath tickled the sensitive
depression of Amy's cringing anus.

   As the big dog's knot finally started to grow, it stretched Amy's
sphincter further and further on each passage, and my new slave
acknowledged each entrance and exit with a short, sharp moan that was
almost a bark.  Finally, Czar's knot grew to a size that could no longer
pass out of the restricted opening, and he shortened his strokes, working
feverishly toward his pinnacle.

   Amy picked up on his urgency, and her own passion rose as that enormous
ball shuttled to and fro within her stretched anal cavity!

   "Oh!  Oh!  OH!  OH!" she cried, as Czar's strokes stopped being about
enhancing the sensation and became focussed on driving his cock as deep
into his bitch as he could!

   With every ounce of strength in his muscular body, Czar drove himself,
one last time, deep into Amy's bowels, and she screamed and spasmed as he
blasted her intestines with his superheated discharge!

   Czar's loins drove inward with each blast of his potent seed, striving
to drive it deep into his bitch's body, and each pulse of his rod wrung
another spasm from my new slave!

   Finally sated, Czar rested, panting, on Amy's back.  I knelt beside her
and used my fingertip to sweep sweaty locks of hair from her face.

   "Well done, slave." I told her gently, "Do you still have doubts about
who and what you are?"

   Amy smiled tiredly and said, "No doubts, Sir.  But I still need to take
some time to digest all of this.  This morning, I was just Amy - former
prom queen, popular waitress in the local diner, and fun date for some of
the guys.  Now I'm just property - your property!  That's going to take
some getting used to!"

   Czar chose that moment to turn and Amy shuddered through another small
spasm as that giant cock and knot rotated within her body.

   "I think we should refine that picture a little, Amy." I told her
gently, "Your sex is mine, and not to be shared with anyone without my
permission, but that prohibition is only as strong as your willingness to
remain my slave.  Also, the rest of your life is still yours to do with as
you please.  You can walk away from me and the things I will put you
through at any time.  The only thing that keeps you here is your consent.
Do you understand?"

   "I think so..." she replied hesistantly, "I'm still whoever I choose to
be.  If I choose not to be your slave, then I won't be?"

   "That's correct, Amy." I said, "I can't enslave you without your
permission and cooperation.  Had you chosen not to come here today, that
would have been the end of it, with the possible exception of some awkward
silences as you served my meals at the cafe."

   Czar finally pulled out, leaving Amy's gaping sphincter leaking dog
juice.

   Before I let Amy leave I strapped her down and ringed her nipples and
clitoris.

   "Give those six weeks to heal." I told her, "Then come back here and
I'll show you how much fun they can be!"

   She showered in the dungeon shower and I applied fresh antiseptic to her
piercings before she dressed and got ready to go home.

   I wrapped her in my arms from behind and kissed her lightly on the neck.
"You are a wonderful slave, Amy!  I think we'll both enjoy this immensely!"

   She smiled and melted back against me, saying, "I have already climaxed
more and better in the short time I've spent with you than I have in my
entire life!  Thank you so much for showing me who I really am, sir!"